#OH I LOVE ATSUMU SO DEARLY

[etherrreal]

“when they’re feeling insecure”

Pairing: atsumu x reader; kita x reader; suna x reader Genre: reverse comfort-fluff; drabbles & headcanons WC: 5.169 Warnings: N/A A/N: thanks for the request! this is actually the first piece we’ve worked on together so we’re excited for you all to see it! enjoy :) -Dawn & Luna

since you and Atsumu tended to be strapped on time to spend with each other—with you working full-time and him being a national volleyball player—you liked to meet up with him after practice sometimes so you can pick up some food and get some quality time together

he was always taking his sweet time to get showered and ready to go, so you got to bond with some of his teammates, his captain Meian especially

when you found out you both loved the same show, every week, the day after the show aired, you got to practice a bit earlier so you and him had time to talk about the newest episode

Atsumu watched every week as you barely gave him a wave when you entered the gym those days, bee-lining straight to Meian and launching into animated conversation about your show

he had tried many times to sit down to watch it with you, but each time, about 15 minutes into the show, he found himself disinterested and distracted by his phone

he knew that never bothered you—”we don’t have to have the same interests,” you would tell him—but, week by week, as he observed you light up those days you walked into the gym to talk with Meian, he began to feel like maybe he wasn’t trying hard enough to get into your interests like you do for him

and he’d be damned if big bicep Meian would make you laugh more than he did

It’s Friday, you’re absolutely exhausted from work, and you’re ready to wash the grime of the day away in the hottest shower imaginable. You’re a little thrown off when you walk in the house and hear the T.V. playing in the living room, familiar voices from your favorite show coming from the room. You don’t remember leaving it on before you left, so you creep into the room slowly, peering around the corner to see a mop of blond hair leaning against the back of the couch.

“What are you doing?”

Atsumu snorts himself awake at the sound of your voice, eyes bleary as he tries to gather himself, gaze darting between you and the screen.

“Oh, me? Just catching up on your show.” He’s back to lounging against the arm of the couch, remote in hand gesturing to the screen. “It’s the part where that one girl, uh, Ashley is talkin’ to her boyfriend right now about how they’re going to move in together soon.” 

“Okay, first of all, that’s not her name.” You set your bag down next to the couch, throwing yourself down onto the cushion next to him. “Second, that’s her mortal enemy, and I’m pretty sure they’re talking about how she hopes he bites the dust on their next mission.” 

Atsumu stares at the screen, paying attention to the dialogue for probably the first time since turning it on. “Oh.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his cluelessness. “I’ve already told you, ‘Tsumu, you don’t have to like the same things that I do just because we’re dating. Just like I don’t like volleyball that much, you don’t have to like my show as much as I do.”

He gasps, scandalized. “You don’t like volleyball?!”

“Not as much as you do, dummy. That’s my point! We’re two separate people with separate interests, and that’s okay.”

“Yeah, but…” You don’t hear the rest of his statement as he mumbles it, shrinking into himself with arms crossed and chin buried into his chest. 

“You gotta speak up, babe. I couldn’t catch that.”

He sighs heavily, arms still crossed, now with a comically deep frown on his face. “But you and Meian are always talkin’ and laughin’ together at practice when you should be doing that with me, your boyfriend!”

“Oooh, come here, my dear sweet Atsumu.” He doesn’t hesitate to accept your invitation, nearly knocking the wind out of you as he wraps his arms around your torso, smushing his cheek against your chest. “You know I love you dearly. But trying to talk to you about my show is like talking to a brick wall, and I say that with all the love in the world. Now I finally have someone that I can talk to about my show, so you don’t have to hear me drone on.”

He grumbles. “I guess. But can’t you find someone else less… beefy to talk to about it with?”

You pause, trying to sift through his lot of friends for someone who doesn’t fit that bill. “Babe. All of your friends are beefy, so it wouldn’t even matter if there was someone else there that I can talk to about it. Besides, his appearance doesn’t even matter. It’s nothing more than some friendly chatter, alright?”

“Alright.” You press a kiss to the top of his head before he whines, tilting his head all the way up to offer his lips to you so you can give him a proper kiss. “...Just wish you’d be less happy about it.”

you were invited to a night out at a bar with some old friends from high school, and decided to drag Kita along for the ride to introduce him to the ol’ gang

drinks were being served, shots were being had, and everyone was getting along swimmingly

Kita, who’d been nursing a bottle of water in preparation for work the next day, stayed by your side the whole night, smiling as you and your friends swapped stories and dutifully holding your things when they dragged you off to the dancefloor

he was at the bar getting you another drink when your friend Aina approached, leaning against the bar

“I like you for them,” she announced, words slurring. “They need someone plain like you to balance them out.”

he knew she didn’t mean it as an insult, but the word “plain” punched him right in the gut, insecurity washing over him as he realized it was absolutely true

you were the daring, adventurous type, always ready to jump right into things headfirst, while Kita preferred a steadier approach

normally this wasn’t a problem for the two of you, but suddenly Kita couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you were getting bored with him

it didn’t help that you had to cut your night short because of Kita’s early job, which consumed him with guilt as he watched you hug everyone goodbye, telling them you’d meet again at some point

the ride home was quiet as Kita thought about the ways he could be the fun, spontaneous man you deserved

the next day, he showed up at your door and invited you on an impromptu picnic date in the park, which you were more than happy to agree to

he was so ready to give you an amazing date and prove to you that he was more than just your plain boyfriend, but it seemed that the universe had other plans, as what was supposed to be your perfect and fun day quickly transformed into a disaster

at first, everything started off pretty smoothly, until Kita realized he forgot to bring a blanket, and the two of you were forced to sit on the wet, muddy grass

then when he opened the basket, he realized all the drinks had spilled on the drive over, effectively ruining all of the food he packed

you took it all in stride, reassuring him it could’ve happened to anyone, and ended up grabbing some takoyaki from a nearby food stand

for a moment Kita thought things were finally looking up, until an unleashed dog bounded towards you and knocked the takoyaki straight out of your hand and onto the ground, leaving the two of you to share whatever was left of his

he was so sure that it couldn’t get any worse, and then it started to rain– and not just a little drizzle, either, but a huge downpour that sent the two of you and the rest of your fellow park-goers scrambling for cover

and just to add insult to injury, his car ended up getting a flat only five minutes into the drive home, leaving him with no choice but to pull over and call for help, a shitty ending to an even shittier day

Kita’s not usually the type to believe that the universe is working against him –he prefers leaving those kinds of dramatics to the likes of Atsumu– but after the day he’s had, he’s starting to wonder.

His plan to prove to both you and himself that he could be an exciting, spontaneous, and definitely not plain boyfriend had started off decently enough. He showed up at your place with a nervous heart and a picnic basket in hand, announcing only somewhat shakily that he’d be stealing you for the day, whisking you off on an impromptu picnic date.

You’d had no prior warning, hence the whole spontaneous thing, but you went along with it easily enough, more than willing to spend a little extra time with your boyfriend. You threw on the quickest presentable outfit you could find and then you were off, eager to see where the day –and Kita– would take you. You ended up driving out to a flower field in the park, and it was absolutely wonderful.

For the first five minutes, at least.

Then it all went to shit.

Now the two of you are sitting in his car, soaked to the bone as you wait for a tow truck, and Kita is trying his very best not to let on how utterly defeated and pathetic he feels. He thinks the only thing keeping him from sulking outright is the fact that you’re still holding his hand, and even then, he can’t stop the frown that forms on his face.

“I’m so sorry about today,” he starts lamely, breaking the silence, voice shakier than he’s used to. He knows it’s not nearly enough to make up for the complete and utter catastrophe that your date turned into, but he supposes it’s a good enough place to start. “I know it wasn’t what you were expectin’ when I told you I’d be takin’ you out for a romantic picnic in the park. Hell, it wasn’t what I was expectin’, either.”

“Well, it was definitely an adventure, that’s for sure,” you say, in that carefree and teasing way of yours. Then you bring his hand closer to you and press your lips to the back of his palm, a playful but genuine smile tugging at your lips. “Still, I’m glad I came. I had a really good time today, Shin.”

Kita blinks, eyes wide as he stares at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “You did?”

“Of course I did. I was with you. I always have a good time when I’m with you.” You say it casually, easily, like it’s just that simple, and when he continues to gape at you, you raise an eyebrow. “What? Why do you look so surprised?”

“That’s because I am surprised. Today was a disaster, darlin’. It was the opposite of everythin’ that I wanted it to be.”

“Well, what did you want it to be?”

“Somethin’ good and excitin’ that you could enjoy the way you deserve.” He looks away, unable to meet your eyes as his gaze drifts to your intertwined hands, voice soft and quiet, defeated. “Somethin’ to show you that I could be fun and spontaneous, and not just the borin’ and plain boyfriend you’ve been stuck with.”

“Woah, wait, boring and plain? Stuck with?” you repeat, incredulous, brows furrowing as your lips curve into a frown of their own. “What are you talking about, Shin? You’re sure as hell not just someone I’m stuck with– where’s all of this even coming from?”

Despite himself, he hesitates. The last thing he wants to do is weigh you down with his insecurities, but Kita has never lied to you before, and he certainly doesn’t plan on starting now.

That’s when he tells about everything that happened last night, about Aina’s off-handed comment and about all the doubts and insecurities that’d been unearthed as a result. He tells you about the plan he made, the one he wanted so badly to be enough to prove to you that he could be the man you want, the man you deserve.

“I’m so sorry that happened, Shin,” is the first thing you say when he’s finished speaking, genuine and apologetic as you give his hand a comforting squeeze. “I know she was drunk, but Aina had no right to say that to you, and I’ll be telling her as much first thing tomorrow.”

“S’alright. I know she didn’t mean it as a bad thing,” Kita says, squeezing your hand back. “Still, it got me thinkin’, y’know? About you and me, and the fact that we’re so different. I mean, you– you’re so bright and darin’ and fearless and I’m just– I’m not.”

“So? I like you for you, Shin. I always have. And I especially like how different we both are.”

“I know. I do, too, I just– sometimes I just can’t help but feel like I’m borin’ you. Like you’re settlin’ for me. And I’m not sayin’ that I think you don’t love me, ‘cuz I know you do, I just–” He gives a shaky exhale and runs his free hand through his hair, faltering a little, before forcing himself to continue, though he still can’t quite meet your eyes. “I guess it’s just hard for me to make sense of the thought of someone as amazin’ and full of life as you wantin’ to be with someone as simple as me.”

The confession is raw and vulnerable, the way Kita’s only ever allowed himself to be around you. It softens you, makes you release his hand in favor of cupping his face, a silent plea to get him to look at you. And though he still feels pretty pathetic about everything, he doesn’t deny you, lifting his gaze to meet yours and finding himself stunned by the open affection in your eyes, the undeniable love he’s not sure he’ll ever get enough of.

“Oh, Shinsuke, baby, you’re not simple.” Your words, like your hands on his face, are gentle but firm, and when he shoots you a doubtful look, you lean closer and insist, “You’re not. You’re hardworking and dedicated, not to mention generous and so, so kind. You take care of me and make me laugh, and you’re always there to listen to me and support me, no matter how stubborn I am or how crazy my ideas get. You’re everything I want, not to mention everything I need. You make me better, and I love you, just the way you are.”

It’s strange, Kita thinks, how quickly your words ease the uncertainty and doubt that’d been weighing on his chest, how effortlessly your touch soothes him. There’s so much he wants to say to you. He wants to tell you how grateful he is for you, how much your words mean to him. Mostly, he wants to tell you that he loves you.

But then you tug his face towards you, closing the distance between you and pressing your lips firmly against his, and he realizes he doesn’t have to, because you already know. You feel it in the way he wraps his arms around you to pull you closer, in the way one of his hands tangles in your hair. Still, he does his best to prove it to you, anyway, deepening the kiss with a drag of his tongue across your lips and a muffled groan that has you scraping your nails against his scalp.

You’re both breathless when you pull away, just enough so that you can lean your forehead against his, all gentle comfort and soft affection.

“So get the thought of you being the person I settled for out of your pretty little head,” you say firmly, lightly tugging on his hair for good measure, “because you’re not. You’re the person I chose, the one I plan to continue choosing for a long, long time. Have I made myself clear?”

And Kita can only smile at you, turning his face to place a gentle kiss to the inside of your palm, all of his previous anxieties and insecurities forgotten.

“Crystal, darlin’.”

you and Suna were at your cousin’s wedding, and you set off to grab some more drinks at the bar

Suna watched as you left—definitely checking out your ass—when he saw you get stopped by a guy, who put his hand hand on your arm and said something to you, and then suddenly, you were hugging

you were both so animated, so effortless, in your interactions, and Suna even saw you bust out laughing in a way you usually only do when he tells you the most god awful joke

Suna nudges your friend Aina who’s standing next to him, gesturing over to you both as he asks about who the guy is, thinking maybe he’s another cousin or something

“Oh, that’s her ex, Haru,” she explains, “They were friends all throughout childhood and even dated for a while in high school.”

this, of course, isn’t Suna’s first time hearing about your ex, seeing as the two of you have been dating long enough to have already swapped stories about previous breakups, but it is his first time seeing you and Haru interact in person

and while Suna already knows that the breakup was mutual and that you and Haru ended things pretty amicably, he’d be lying if he said seeing Haru act so familiar with you doesn’t bother him

still, Suna trusts you, and the last thing he’s going to do is make a scene at your cousin’s wedding, which is why he opts to ignore the interaction entirely, until one of the women standing nearby makes it impossible for him

the woman—maybe an aunt of yours—jumps in to add, “they were so cute, weren’t they? We were all so sure they were going to end up together. After all, they only broke up because they were heading off to different colleges.”

and if that doesn’t make him feel shitty enough, another woman, whom he quickly realizes is Haru’s mother, chimes in, “they would’ve been high school sweathearts, what’s more perfect than that! It’s too bad they had to break up.”

Aina freezes, panicked, as her gaze darts between him and the women nearby, like she’s debating whether or not she should say something, but Suna stops her with a shake of his head, brushing the whole thing off like it doesn’t bother him, even though it really does

Suna isn’t friends with any of his exes, so he doesn’t understand how two people who decided they couldn’t be together could act so natural and cheerful—and not deathly awkward—with one another years after the split

as much as he hates admitting it, you and Haru do look really good together, even if your interaction only ended up lasting a few minutes, and your family clearly still adores him, so much so that they invited him to your cousin’s wedding

it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that they prefer him over Suna, and while normally Suna wouldn’t give a damn about any of that, he can’t help but wonder if you feel the same way, if seeing Haru tonight made you regret breaking up with him in the first place

the two of you were high school sweethearts, after all; how can Suna hope to compare to that?

it puts him in a sour mood for the rest of the night, one that lasts throughout the rest of the reception and continues on your drive home

“Are you okay, Rin?”

Suna barely spares you a glance when you speak, keeping his eyes planted firmly on the road in front of him. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Because you’ve been acting weird since the reception.”

“It’s nothing.” That’s a lie, of course, and you both know it. He’s been giving you the cold shoulder ever since you got in the car, the silence that’s settled between you nothing like the easy banter and teasing jokes you normally exchange on the way home. “I’m just tired.”

The rational part of him, the one he doesn’t always listen to, knows it isn’t fair for him to act this way. He’s being petty and immature, neither of which are reactions you deserve right now, but he can’t help it.

Being vulnerable has never been easy for Suna. It still isn’t, if he’s being honest, which is why, instead of talking to you about his feelings, he chooses to ignore them completely, burying them somewhere deep inside himself that even he can’t reach, despite the way his heart sinks and his hands tighten on the steering wheel the more he thinks about what your family said.

He doesn’t have to look at you to know that you’re frowning. You’ve always been able to see right through him, so of course you know that something’s bothering him, no matter how hard he tries to convince you otherwise.

He still hasn’t looked at you, but he imagines you sitting in the passenger seat with your arms crossed over your chest, furrowing your brows the way you always do when you can’t figure something out. “Did my family say something to you?”

He lets himself glance at you long enough to flash you a tight smile, a forced curving of his lips that doesn’t meet his eyes. “Nothing worth repeating.”

Your eyes narrow at his words, lips parting like you want to say something else, but then he’s pulling up in front of your apartment building and parking the car, and the moment is gone. The silence follows you into the lobby, up the elevator and all the way inside your shared apartment.

Suna quickly decides that he hates this kind of silence. He hates how bothered he still is about you and your stupid ex even more. Mostly, he hates the distance he feels between you now, even though he knows it’s one of his own creation.

He wants nothing more than to get rid of it, to lay his head in your lap and tell you exactly why he’s so upset while you stroke his hair and comfort him, but doing so would require him to be honest about his feelings, and you both already know how shitty he is at that. And the last thing Suna wants to do right now is start a fight, especially when he already feels like he’s not good enough for you.

You must sense his hesitance, because in the end, you’re the one that comes to him. You corner him while he’s sitting at the edge of your shared bed, approaching him with the same amount of care and delicateness you’d use with a stray cat.

You’re both still wearing your wedding clothes, but neither of you seems to care much about that right now. You push his jacket off his shoulders and he lets you, watching as you fold it with careful hands and set it neatly down on the bed next to him.

You move to stand in front of him, resting your hands on his shoulders. Suna finds himself shifting almost automatically to accommodate you, spreading his thighs so you can stand comfortably between his legs.

Then you’re running your fingers through his hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp in just the way he likes, and whatever ideas he had before about keeping his feelings to himself and suffering in silence immediately vanish from his brain. He’s nothing but putty in your hands right now, and all it took was one measly touch from you.

You’re good at that, Suna thinks. You’re good at softening him, at making him feel safe and loved, like he can tell you anything without being judged. It’s one of the things he loves the most about you.

It’s also why, despite his earlier hesitance, he allows himself to melt into your touch. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face against your stomach while you continue to run your fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head every now and then.

The two of you stay like that for a while, just holding each other and breathing in sync. Then you’re tugging gently at his scalp, coaxing him into looking up at you with your fingers in his hair. He goes willingly, always, for you.

“Are you ready to talk about it now?” you ask, soft and seeking, free of any judgment.

“You’re gonna think it’s stupid,” Suna mumbles, chin tucked securely against your body.

You press a soothing kiss to his forehead for good measure. “Try me.”

And though the thought of baring his feelings so openly still makes him kind of queasy, he does it anyway, relenting. “I didn’t know your ex was gonna be at the wedding.”

“Who, Haru? That’s who this is about?” You blink as genuine surprise laces your features, as if you’ve actually forgotten about your ex entirely, which pleases Suna more than he cares to admit. “He’s friends with my cousin. We all grew up together. I thought I told you that.”

“You did.” The smile he gives you is curt and tight-lipped. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “You just didn’t tell me how devastated your family was when the two of you broke up.”

“So they did say something to you, didn’t they?” You shake your head, understanding flashing in your eyes as your lips curve into a frown. “Who was it? Wait, don’t tell me– Aunt Eri?”

“The one and only,” Suna confirms, much to your chagrin. “She and Haru’s mom were convinced the two of you were meant to be, and that you were –get this– absolutely perfect for each other.”

The words taste sour in his mouth, a bitterness filling his voice that he only hopes you know isn’t directed towards you. Thankfully, you don’t seem to take any offense to it. If anything, you look upset for him, your jaw dropping and eyes widening in disbelief which quickly turns to anger at your own aunt’s audacity.

“Oh, no. Rin, baby, I’m so sorry,” you say, and he can tell from the look in your eyes how much you mean it. “They had no right to say any of that, least of all in front of you.” You lift a hand to cup his cheek and shake your head, eyes soft and apologetic. “I can only imagine how shitty it was to hear.”

“Yeah,” he mutters, frowning at the memory, “no kidding.” But he leans into your touch anyway, brushing his lips against your palm so you know he doesn’t blame you. “That’s not really the part that bothered me, anyway.”

You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head curiously. “Then what did?”

Suna already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it from you, which is why he takes a deep breath and asks, “Why did you and Haru break up?”

“We were going to different colleges,” you reply, confirming what your aunt told him. “We agreed it was the best thing for the both of us.”

And though it’s exactly the answer he was expecting, that still doesn’t make hearing it hurt any less. He swallows the lump in his throat and looks away, voice quieting. “So if you never broke up with him back then, you’d probably still be with him right now.”

“And if I won the lottery when I was eighteen the way I hoped I would, then I’d probably be single and in Madrid right now,” you shoot back easily, without missing a beat. “What’s your point?”

Suna frowns, fixing you with a pointed look. “Your family likes him. I mean, they really, really like him. Way more than they like me.”

“Well, then,” you lean forward, lips curving up into a smile, “I guess it’s a good thing you’re dating me and not any of them, isn’t it?”

He shakes his head, the frown on his face deepening even further. “You don’t get it. The only reason the two of you didn’t work out is because of bad timing, not because you didn’t love him anymore.”

“But that’s the thing. I don’t love him anymore, Rin. I love you and only you,” you insist. “I’m not the person I was when Haru and I were together. I grew up. I went to college, I moved out on my own, and then we met, and I fell in love with you.”

“That’s exactly my point,” he argues. “None of that would’ve ever happened if you hadn’t broken up with him. If he’d reached out to you while you were still in college, then you and I wouldn’t even be together right now.”

“But he didn’t, and he won’t. And even if he did now, it wouldn’t matter, because the only person I’m in love with is you.”

Your voice is steady, firm, leaving little room for argument. He tries anyway, opening his mouth to speak again, but you silence him with a finger pressed to his lips. And though Suna still isn’t completely convinced you’re what he deserves, he listens, quieting down long enough to hear you out properly.

“Rin, baby, if we sit here and argue about all the what if’s, we’ll always find some kind of excuse for why we couldn’t have been together,” you reason. “But we are, so why does it matter? We’re here together now, and I chose you– because I wanted you. I still want you.”

He watches, heart full and racing, as you settle yourself into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, knees on either side of his thighs. He doesn’t hesitate to welcome you, hands resting on your hips, the weight of you warm and familiar in his arms.

“Do you still want me?” you ask, as if you don’t already know, as if there was ever any doubt.

And that, he quickly realizes, is exactly the point you’re trying to make, because no matter what happened in the past, no matter who the two of you have been with before this, he’s the one you’re choosing now, just like you are for him.

“More than I know what to do with,” he answers, reaching a hand up to your face to brush his thumb across your cheek.

“Then it’s settled. Everything else is just background noise.” You kiss him, then, deep and wanting, and it’s all he can do to kiss you back, longing and eager. You smile when you pull away, a sweet, loving thing he feels like an idiot for ever even doubting in the first place. “Okay?”

And Suna smiles, relieved, resting his forehead against yours.

“Okay.”

Written by: Dawn & Luna

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haiiiiii, could I request atsumu teaching his s/o how to play volleyball

#ATSUMU TEACHING HIS GF VOLLEYBALL

#A/N : ughhhh i love atsumu bro. this is so cute ARGHRGRG. ts is short im sorry.

#WARNINGS : f!reader. petnames (babe).

atsumu thinks he just won the lottery. a pretty, lovely girlfriend who he loves so dearly, AND who’s interested in having him teach her volleyball? yeah, he won.

here you both stand in inarizaki’s volleyball gym, a volleyball basket to your side and one in atsumu’s hand.

“okay babe, watch. put yer hands like this.”

he gestures his arms close to his chest, with his palms opened.

“like this?”

“like that. okay now im gonna serve the ball to ya. just catch it in your hands, and pump your arms out. easy peasy.”

he throws the ball to you, and you try doing exactly what he says. but, they say “practice makes perfect”for a reason.

the ball was practically thrown across the gym, ricocheting off the wall and back to the floor.

“tsumu… i don’t think your definition of ‘easy peasy’ is accurate…”

“well… ls’try again, yeah?”

and you did.

again.

and again.

and again.

until finally, you did it. not perfect, obviously, but definitely better.

“see! god, i knew you could do it. a hot girlfriend who plays volleyball with me, i js’know ‘samu’s jealous.”

you stride over to atsumu to lay a kiss on his cheek, quietly laughing.

“oh ‘tsumu, ever the romantic.”

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Haikyuu boys: Love at first sight

GN!Reader, no pronouns mentioned.

Includes: Hinata, Suna, Atsumu, Osamu

Shoyo Hinata

Hinata pouts while Daichi is scolding him for trying to steal the ball from Asahi again. He sulks and turns his head, blocking out Daichi's voice. Yes, he loves the captain dearly, but he can't stand when there's a perfectly good set and it's not for him. In all fairness, he didn't know that he was practicing for decoy, he thought this was spiking drills.

As he turns away from Daichi, he hears a laugh. It's a beautiful melody. His eyes raise and he sees Y/n. Who's this? Why are they so beautiful? Y/n is hunched over, laughing at something someone said. Their cheeks are almost red from smiling so much. They stand up and playfully smack their friend's shoulder. Y/n turns and sees Hinata, they wave a little with a big smile. Oh, right. Y/n is in Hinata's class. How has he never seen them before?

Hinata can feel himself smiling at their cuteness, waving back as if in a trance.

Rintaro Suna

Suna sighs as he sits on the bench. He has to take the train home again. What a hassle. To be honest, he doesn't care for crowds, but he'd rather walk home then be in a stuffy train with people pushing him left and right. But the weather said no today, it was storming, and he didn't bring an umbrella.

Suna unlocks his phone, passing time while waiting for the train. But before he can open his desired camera roll to laugh at Astumu, he hears it. The sultry laugh. He turns his head and sees Y/n. They are in the same class, but he's never noticed them. They're with a group of friends, but they still turn and wave at Suna when they see him.

They're nice to him, unlike other people. His fangirls. He waves back with a small smile, almost like it was nonexistent. Maybe he should ask for their number.

Atsumu Miya

"Sorry!" He hears the word before he feels the ball hit him. Astumu may act nice, but he's ready to tear this person a new one. He turns around, ready to scold this mystery person, but he stops in his tracks.

A beautiful person, someone that he doesn't recognize. Are they new? Iwaizumi did say that the msby team is getting a new manager. But he failed to mention how beautiful they would be. They bend over into a bow and apologize again. "I'm so sorry. I was throwing up some balls for Hinata-chan and then one flew and hit you. Please forgive me!" Even their voice is cute. An angel.

Astumu smiles, but quickly hides it. It's not a far assumption to think that other members are crushing on you too, look how beautiful you are. But maybe he would have a chance.

Osamu Miya

Osamu sighs, ready to leave the class and drop it. This stupid girl won't get the hint. He isn't into her, she's not even his type. Plus, she can barely cook. He knows that he probably shouldn't judge someone, but they're in culinary class! They should've learned how to cook in high school.

Osamu is getting ready to sigh for the nth time in a row. But then he feels an arm wrap around his waist. "Sorry it took so long. There was a line at the shop. You good, babe?" Osamu looks down and sees a random person carrying a bag and a clean apron around their clothes. His breath catches in his throat, and he feels the urge to wrap his arm around their waist. "Y-yeah. I'm good," Osamu has to clear his throat before he finishes his sentence. God, are you an angel? "Just some girl who won't leave me alone."

He looks down at you again and swears that he never saw someone as beautiful as you. He wonders what he did in his past life to even come across you. The girl finally leaves, and he thanks you for your help.

As class carries on, he found out that you were a new student and you wanted to open your own bakery. Even your food looks delicious. Even more reason to get to know you. He smiles; Osamu knows that he'll learn to like this class again.

#suna x reader #suna rintarou #hinata shouyou #shoyo hinata x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya osamu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fluff #osamu x reader #atsumu miya #miya twins #inarizaki #atsumu

[errihaienx]

Hello love and enjoy reading everything you wrote. I would like to request hehehe, it's abt hq characters and the things that they will do and reactions during their wife is in labor. ☺️

Hellooo, just like one of my previous works i am not quite sure who among all of the hq characters shall i write reaction on. so i used the same format with the characters i am familiar with! this request was almost a month old, i'm sorry T^T, but i still hope you'll love this as much as i did. (next update will be posted this week too! thank you for waiting૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა)

(REQ!)

quick disclaimer: these scenarios don't affect the original plot of the series. any information or events that contradict the original plot are purely fictional. (i do not own any of the characters) + Aged up!PostTimeskip Characters + Grammatical Errors

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀:¨ ·.· ¨: ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ `· . ꔫ HQ MEN REACTING TO AND DEALING WITH A PREGNANT WIFE DURING LABOR

Akaashi, Kita, Iwaizumi, Ushijima

Your husband prepared your pregnancy bag, he made sure to bring every medication you'd need to take. Although he was definitely excited, he kept his composure and gives you assurance. making sure that you're not alone on this journey.

"Hang on my love, you're doing great I love you so much"

he tried to ease you with his comforting soft words. not minding your harsh squeeze on his arms, you are in much more pain, this is nothing.

you huffed, your chest retracting, you never expected this. your months of preparation for this day was useless after all, you took your time watching labor videos online as your husband assisted you with all smiles.

"I-i c-can't," you managed to say, he hushed you while wiping the falling sweat on your forehead.

with your eyes closed, your obstetrician urged you to continue pushing harder, which you did.

"I know you can do this, you'll be a great mother, love. please hang on more.."

your cries were hard to see for him, oh he wishes not to cause you pain. he's upset that all he could do now is to wipe out your sweat, whisper comforting words, and endure your hard squeezes.

Kageyama, Sakusa, Osamu, Suna, Tsukishima, Kenma

He's way more anxious about it, he made sure to watch parenting guides from time to time when he knew that your due date was nearing.

and now that it was right in front of him, his mind went haywire, and he was completely clueless.

your whimpers tortured his heart, sure there were circumstances that he made you cry but this is different. you're very tired and suffering, you expected him to regret it so before your due week, you assured him that everything will be okay, your child will be the priority now.

"B-babe.."

you're too focused on the instructions of the doctor, you know that he's been calling you for a while now, though he couldn't form a complete phrase.

he's new to this, and so are you; it was difficult, and he's ensuring himself that he'll do his best to help you.

"I love you, our baby's gon appear soon hmmm,"

you handled to respond, gasping for air "O-our baby's gonna be born," emphasizing the word "born."

he laughed and held you dearly, his anxiety dissipating, you completely neutralizes him.

"You're doin' great, momma"

Hinata, Bokuto, Atsumu, Oikawa, Kuroo, Terushima

He was born for this, that's what he claims. and maybe, maybe you'll have to agree on this he was the one who's more excited, he attended parenting classes and shared what he learned to you but unfortunately he was a talking mess, he comments about everything, any second.

you tried your best to be calm, but hearing your husband's nonstop comments made you feel happy and irritated at the same time. happy because you'll know that he will be a great father. and irritated because it is evident that his noisy ass disturbs you and your obstetrician.

"M'love, i think i'm seein' my lil one," he exclaimed, oh come on, your child's head wasn't even showing.

you told him to shut up while torturing his hands by gripping on it. gosh, even in this times he could still make you annoyed.

"Dang, that looks painful i love you" he muttered as he hears you cry in pain.

hours after, he kept on saying sorry

"Baby im sorry! i caused you too much pain.." he softly says

you're very much tired to even answer him. he caressed your face, his smile could reach the skies.

"Wanna do it aga---"

suddenly you had the strength to give him a punch.

HIIII OMG SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A WHILE, IT WAS MY FINALS AND I'M STUDYING MY ASS OFF LMAOOOO. MY HELL WEEK IS STILL NOT DONE AND I SWEAR IT'S ME WHO'S DONE, KEEP SAFE EVERYONE!

#hq imagines #hq fluff #hq scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq suna #suna fluff #suna x reader #tsukishima #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima x reader #kenma #kenma x reader #kenma fluff #sakusa #sakusa fluff #hq sakusa #sakusa x reader #ushijima #ushijima x reader #ushijima fluff #kageyama #kageyama x reader #kageyama fluff #akaashi #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #kita fluff #daichi x reader #daichi fluff

[tteokdoroki]

“you clean up pretty nicely fer someone who’s such a fuckin’ scrub.”

osamu loves his brother dearly, though his smile doesn’t quite reach his homey brown eyes as he fixes the pretty gold bow tie around his twin brother’s neck. instead of snarling back a playful response, atsumu only blinks at the reflection of himself in the mirror— sweat beading on his brow, Adam’s apple nervously bobbing up and down as he recites his words in his head.

“oi!” osamu snaps his fingers in front of his brother’s face, frown on his identical features while he grabs the lapels of atsumu’s tux. “whas’the matter with you, dickwad—?”

the blonde blinks— cutting the younger twin off. “ya think she’s ready f’me ‘samu?” the great atsumu miya, voted sexiest man in sport by Japan vogue, pride and joy of their national team, the better miya despite how brash and loud he can be…nervous. it hits osamu like a truck. “i mean like…’m a lot to deal with, she’s gonna have’ta deal with the shitty media, with shitty me and ‘m scared, ‘samu. what if she changes her mind about me?”

“don’t be stupid, she’s dealt with your dumbass f’this long. she loves you enough to want your last name.” osamu grunts, ruffling his brother’s perfectly styled hair and even though his ma will probably kill him, ‘tsumu somehow looks better than before. more like himself.

“will ya go and check on her?” the blonde half begs. “it’ll make me feel better.”

osamu obliges, heading straight to a dressing room further down the hall— knocking twice but not expecting to be whacked in the face by a lace garter.

“atsumu miya i told you not to come in here! it’s bad luck to see the bride before the—oh! osamu!”

you look like a bride, no, you’re prettier than most. the sweetheart necklace of your couture wedding gown looks perfect on you, the lacey bodice hugging your figure perfectly. you have that glow of someone who’s just about to be married, who’s going to be happy for the rest of her life— and it only shines brighter because of the sweet little gems accenting everything you wear. osamu miya’s heart nearly stops in its place.

“hope yer not confusing me with my stupid mug of a brother,” he finally says when he enters the room— hand held out to twirl you and watch your dress spin under the warm afternoon sun.

“you’re identical, osamu.”

“but he’s the uglier one,” the younger miya twin says pointedly, making you smile, melting at your gentle laugh while you politely cover your mouth with your manicured hand. “‘n stop calling me that, ‘m not your boss anymore and yer practically family now.”

still giggling, you nod cutely, looking up at osamu and he swears he might die. “sorry ‘samu, it’s a shame about ‘tsumu though; wouldn’t want him to ruin any wedding photos.”

“impossible,” the restaurant owner whispers without thinking. “you’ll be in ‘em, and you look so beautiful.” he twirls you again, as if watching your skirts spin in a brilliant flowing circle will turn back time. take osamu back to when he first met you; when you were meek and shy and looking for a part time job in onigiri miya to make ends meet.

he would have turned back time to a place in your lives where he would have taken you on dates instead of pushing you away the night you confessed to him in the back office. he would have stolen you away on a trip to his favourite ice cream parlour in his hometown to tell you he loved you before atsumu confessed his love to you at a big game in Tokyo with the whole world watching. he would have held your hand a little tighter instead of letting them brush softly while you worked together in the kitchens, he would have walked you home more often, danced with you around his shop after closing time, held your hands between his to warm them up in the cold winters.

he wouldn’t have fought his own twin brother in the onigiri miya staff car park for a chance to make you happy. he wouldn’t have let atsumu pin him down into the gravel, straddling his hips and shaking him by the collar with blood blossoming from the cut on his twin’s lower lip. “i can’t give her up b’fore i’ve even tried, ‘samu. i’m not like you.” atsumu wouldn’t have said, teary eyed in fear of betraying the person he loves most in the world.

then none of you would be here on your wedding day, engaged and soon to be married to the one and only atsumu miya.

then he wouldn’t be picturing you at the end of the makeshift aisle outside his family shrine hyogo, marrying osamu instead.

then osamu wouldn’t be hurting, living a life with only one regret.

“‘samu?” your voice penetrates his thoughts even while so quiet. “do you think he’s ready for me?”

funny how you’ve said the same thing as his twin, you’re both so alike and maybe that makes you perfect for one another. “of course he is, if he wasn’t i’d have to knock some sense into that empty skull of his.” osamu hums when you face him again, biting his tongue. he could have told you how much he had loved you all these years, he could have ruined everything but then he wouldn’t have been able to see that angelic smile grace your lips and watch the spark in your eyes nearly blind him.

“oh, thank you ‘samu…”

you’re about to say more, he’s about to do the same but your bridesmaids rush in shoo him out to add the finishing touches to your bridal look. the door closes in osamu’s face, and he sighs, because although he can’t go back and turn back time…part of him still wishes he fought back, to be then one that loves you now, instead.

#miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x you #miya osamu angst #osamu angst #osamu x reader #osamu drabble #osamu imagine #hq x reader #hq x you #hq angst #hq imagines #osamu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #tteokdoroki #haikyuu drabbles #🗑. aali’s chatroom

[miya-rin]

cherry chapstick

god love the person that invented moisturiser, the days are getting colder and there is no way you would survive without it, the same with lip balm. the only problem is that you always put lotion on your hands first, leaving you unable to open the chapstick you so dearly need. to which you are left with no choice but to ask your loving boyfriend for help.

“babeeeeeee, i can’t open my lip balm” you shout from another room, and its not like he isn’t used to helping you take the lid off of it, seeing as this is the fourth time this has happened today.

his footsteps become clearer and before you know it your door is swung open with your slightly annoyed looking boyfriend standing there, although his face isn’t just portraying annoyance, there is a small smirk that would most likely go unnoticed by anyone else, but you know him too well to look over it.

he’s up to something.

“what was that baby? i couldn’t quite hear.”

“i cant open my chapstick, can you do it for me?”

“whats the magic word?” he questions etching closer to you.

“just open the chapstick.”

“nu-uh,” he’s leaning dangerously close to you now, his face is only a few centimetres away from yours, but you know this is part of his plan. you can’t fall into his trap, not today.

“pretty please baby?” a smile grows wider on his annoying little face as he grabs the tube from your hand and takes the cap off, “thankyou, i’ve been trying to open it for a while now.”

reaching your hands up to grab it, your confused as he starts to pull his away, taking your reliever with him.

“oh i bet you think you’re just so funny don’t you?”

“absolutely.” he says lifting your chapstick to his lips, and not only that, but using it too.

“what the fuck, i need that, you cant just—“ your words are cut short at the feeling of his large hand grabbing both sides of your face at once, slightly squishing your cheeks together before bringing you into a passionate kiss. your eyes grow wide - mirroring the grin on his face - as his start to close, before you can get into it he starts to pull away.

“huh, cherry? thats a new one.” he’s starting to walk towards the door now, right before turning to look you in the eyes once more.

“oh and if you need me again, just give me a shout.” he states with a cheeky wink before walking out and closing the door.

and so you are left in the same position as before, only with softer lips and a slightly prominent blush growing on your face.

this boy is gonna be the death of you.

atsumu, osamu, suna, oikawa, matsukawa, konoha, kuroo

#this is my first time writing a drabble so sorry if its shitty LMAO #lav.posts♡ #haikyuu #hq x you #haikyuu fluff #hq imagines #hq atsumu #miya atsumu #hq osamu #miya osamu #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro #suna rintaro x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya osamu x reader #oikawa tōru #hq oikawa #hq matsukawa #matsukawa issei #konoha akinori #hq konoha #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo tetsurō

[ennoshitas-princess]

Bakery treats

Chikara Ennoshita x fem! chubby reader Warnings: cute overload (hopefully) Synopsis: You and Chikara are at a bakery on a date. He has a special surprise for you! Word Count: 1,087 This upload is post high school just like the Atsumu one shot (I'll link my two one shots below) I posted some days ago. Hopefully you will find it great! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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You were looking outside the window from your room, awaiting for your boyfriend to get from getting the groceries. You knew he would be back shortly, but even the distance distressed you deep inside. You love him dearly and you meant it. Tick tock. Tick tock. Hearing the clock go by.

“I am back honey!” Called that oh so sweet voice you loved to hear.

“Chikara, welcome back! I'll help you bring the groceries inside.” You rushed down the stairs, greeting him with a peck on his cheek.

Of course, your boyfriend was such a gentleman so he denied your help very respectfully. You kept on insisting to help, and your cute chubby cheeks won his heart over to let you help.

“Oh, after we bring all the groceries in, I want to take you out on a date. How does that sound, my muffin?”

You smile at Chikara, staring into his dark, sleepy eyes. “Yes! I am already in nice clothes, so sure.”

You were so lucky to have him as your boyfriend.

The two of you enter a little cottage-like bakery, filled with lemony, sweet, cinnamon smells. You look at the stand where all the sugary delights were kept, trying to decide which one you wanted to eat. “Which one would you like to have? I will order it for you my dear.”

You were having a rough time trying to choose. “Which one are you picking?”

“This one.” He pointed at the pineapple pie.

You look at the ones beside the pie, only to see a strawberry shortcake staring back at you. Your mouth watered as you saw it. “Okay, I will have that one.”

He grabbed your squishy waist, and squeezed it a bit. “Okay then, I will go order. You find a place to sit.”

You find a nice spot by a window, illuminating the bakery with sunlight. The sun was setting with its pinky blue colors. The birds were still chirping, and you looked outside to see the trees dancing gently in the air. You remember when you and Chikara danced for the first time together back in your last year in high school. He invited you to a dance, and to this day it felt like yesterday.

You come back to reality when you hear your boyfriend heading towards where you sat. In his left hand he held your strawberry shortcake and in his right he held his pineapple pie. He placed the delicacies gently down on the wooden table. “Here you go princess.” He softly whispered.

Your cheeks tinted pink by his comment he made. He loved it when they got all cute and rosy, making them look rounder than they were already. He sat next to your plump body and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Here, I'll feed you.”

“Chikara, I can-”

He grabbed the silverware and pecked at the fluffy sponge. He picked it up and he plopped it in your mouth. Your chubby cheeks got pink and were puffed up every so cutely at you munching the cake.

How the sponge melted inside your mouth like ice cream on a hot summer day. The strawberries blended the sweetness out so perfectly. The smooth cream literally made the whole thing come together. Just as you were lost in this candy land, Chikara grabbed a napkin and wiped your cheek.

“Let me wipe that down y/n. I don't want my princess to be messy.”

The sun glowed into the place, making Chikara an expensive jewel. He always seemed to treat you with gentleness and princely. You loved the way he would hug and squeeze your soft waist. He would lay onto your thighs and kiss every single little stretch mark of yours. He would find ways to compliment you, either physically or internally. He would do simple things like opening the door, or feeding you, like right now. He was the man you wanted in your life.

The two of you wrapped up your little desserts and got up. The bell jingled a happy tune as you exited. The sun tucked itself to bed as the moon glimmered and stars twinkled their eyes open. The cool night breeze passed both of you as you were walking to the park you had confessed to each other. He had a single dandelion in hand as a waterfall of love came out. You accepted his feelings as you kissed him under the same tree you were under at this very moment.

“I can't believe we have been together for five years already.” You looked up at the cloudless ocean above you two.

“Yeah, I can't believe it either. I thought when I was in college we would break up or something, but I am glad we didn't.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“It feels like yesterday you asked me to be your girlfriend. I never thought you liked me back because I was different from the girls at school.” You look at yourself, wishing you could change just for your boyfriend.

“Don't say that y/n. I love you because they are different. You don't judge people and you are literally the sweetest thing. What guy wouldn't want your cute chubby cheeks?” He pinched your soft cheeks.

“Hey!” You squish his back.

The two of you share a giggle until you see Chikara reaching into his pocket. You wonder what he was getting out. You see his phone and see he pressed record and placed it on the stump you sat on when he asked you out. He reached into his pocket again and pulled out a small pink leather box.

“Y/n, my princess. I meant it that any guy would want your cute chubby cheeks, well more like the whole you. Ever since we met in junior high, when we became friends, and asked you out, I thought you were gorgeous and absolutely a very lovely soul. My dear, will you be my lady forever?”

He opened the box to reveal a nice ring. It seemed he was taking his time and dedication onto finding the perfect ring. The jewel was a soft pink like of your cheeks. The band that would wrap around someone's finger was silver. It winked at you in the glittering moonlight.

“Chikara! Oh my… yes.”

The two of you lean in, closing up the gap between you two and your lips smash into on another as the phone was still recording this moment you two cherish in your loving hearts.

Author's Note: hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it. This made my heart melt so badly 🥺🥺🥺 like seriously it did.

Here is my Ushijima one shot

Here is my Atsumu one shot

Here is the first chapter of my Atsumu FF

Thank you for reading!

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[homosubtext]

Hello there! I happen to share your *ahem* appreciation of SakuAtsu. Any fic recs? (those that are lesser known, because of course I already INHALED the popular ones)

this is by no means a complete list and it is not in any particular order. i can work on a more complete list but school and life is kicking my ass rn. also i know that some of these are popular but,,,,, im still going to recommend them 🫶

where i want to be by tookumade

ahhh the terrifying ordeal of trying to become comfortable with someone

one track mind by sifuhotman

atsumu is a little obsessive and fixated and omi just wants to tell him he loves him

a ph.d and an m.d. walk into a bar by izayas

this whole series is so so so good !!!!! good characterization too :’)

Honeysuckle by rinpanna on ao3

so good !! also don’t be alarmed by the student/teacher tag. it’s not quite like that

Other Boys in Other Ports by buttonstuck on ao3

sobbing…… this one is so good. just read it

Insert Coin To Play by Fairycake

oh my. god. oh my god holy fuck one of the fics ever PLEASE read it i read it months ago and i still think about it constantly all the time always. so well written too holy shit.

Three Sheets To The Wind by Fairycake

again,,,, holy shit one of the fics ever i slammed this fic in like a day it was impossible to put down. so so so good.

Clean™️ by Kiyoomi by Sifuhotman

kiyoomi is bad at confessing :3 i love him dearly

Clipped To You by Littleboat

omi and his hair clips :’)))

the way to a man's heart is through his gluten-intolerant stomach by vaporstretch

cute lil college au :’)

#i hope you enjoy these :DDDD #i have another ask in my inbox for fic recs and i will drop some more of my fic recs there 🫡 #let me know if any of the links don’t work !!!! #fic recs #haikyuu!! #sakuatsu #j-mielf #here’s the mail it never fails 💌

[no1raulesparzafan]

tag nine people u want to get to know better :00

thank u sm for the tag @feralremains i'm kissing u on the forehead rn

three ships: ok i'm gonna do most recent, the one i've read the most of, and a wild card >:3

most recent: barisi!! rafael barba/sonny carisi from law and order svu. love those queer little lawyers 🫶

the one i've read the most of: sakuatsu! sakusa kiyoomi/miya atsumu from haikyuu!! i have like 78 bookmarks of them on ao3 and i can guarantee there's many many more in my history that i don't have bookmarked lol

wild card: raeda (had to google their ship name lol)!!!! raine whispers/eda clawthorne from the owl house!!!!!! they are so little and i am holding them in my bisexual nonbinary hands. i am literally raine whispers btw.

first ever ship: it's. it was um.. it was joshler... which is josh dun/tyler joseph from the band twenty one pilots 😔😔😔😔😔. listen i was like 12!!!!! i have grown and changed as a person and no longer ship real people ❤️

last song: presumably dead arm by sidney gish! recommended to me by my skrunkle in christ/best friend/gay lover/little meow meow i love u [NAME REDACTED]

last movie: oh man it was either ferdinand or trouble in the heights i can't remember which one i watched more recently. i'll give u three guesses what those two movies have in common tho 😭

currently reading: i actually started re-reading the perks of being a wallflower again!! this will be read number four or five i can't remember lol. it's my favorite book!!!!

currently watching: glee 😔 it's actually a lot better than i was expecting and can i be honest with u. i don't find rachel as insufferable as i think i should 😭 like yeah she sent sunshine to a crack house but the split second before i remember that i'm like omg she's just like me 😭😭

currently consuming: munchos chips. u will have to pry them from my cold dead hands. and also an arizona raspberry iced tea :3

currently craving: matcha flavored pocky... it's my fav flavor but they don't have it at like regular grocery stores near me but it's super expensive at the stores that do have it 😭😭

tagging 😳 (absolutely no pressure ik i've never even really interacted with some of u but i just picked ppl whose blogs i love dearly <33):

@callixton @mossymushroomcreek @xovalliegirlxo (it won't let me tag u wtf!!! i hope u see this 😭) @raskti @rmnp-love @jonasnightingale @thena0315 @babygirlbarba @electric-lights

#thank u again for the tag <333 #sorry for the excessive emojis they are like children to me

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Alright mom I need all the angst to fluff you can throw at me. My husband left today to Montana for a job a full 2 weeks before the kids and I can join him and I'm a sobbing, anxiety ridden, panic attack holding mess rn lmfao.

Oh no bby 😭😭😭 ok so the Hinata oneshot that's coming tomorrow is fluff to angst to fluff again. I have a Kageyama x reader x Atsumu fic ready that angst to fluff but it's horribly unedited 🥲

Angst to fluff incoming 🖤

Ok but here me out because I'm in a whole ass Hinata mood right now. Picture this, Hinata just got transfered to Brazil and you had to stay behind to wrap up your job.

It wad a particularly bad day at work. Your boss was being an ass, nothing went right at all, you spilled your coffee.

You think things will be better when you get home and all you want to do is relax and watch tv/ read fanfiction/ have a drink. You can't get a seat on the train and then someone proceeds to spill water all over you. Your pants/dress gets caught in the door and rips, and you lost your favorite scrunchie/ claw clip.

It's been a day from hell and all you want to do is cuddle Shoyo but then you remember he's thousands of miles away in Brazil. It's like 7am in Brazil right now and you decide to text him because usually you have can chat for a few hours before he starts practice.

You text him as you grab a beverage and sit down. He texts you and says he can't talk right now because of an early training. You ask if you can talk for a few minutes.

You: can we chat for just a few minutes? I miss you 😔

Shoyo: hey babe! I miss you too. I'm so sorry I can't chat right now because I've got a ridiculously early practice. But hey I'll call you tonight when I get home ok?

You: ok sho

That was the crest that broke the dam as you started to cry uncontrollably. You knew Shoyo didn't know you had a bad day but still, it was killing you that you couldn't talk with him. You sobbed and ugly cried for what seemed like forever until you decided to take a shower. So you took your beverage in the shower, sag on the floor and cried some more. You not only had a shitty day but you missed your boyfriend dearly. You knew in a few weeks you'd be together again but you needed him now.

Getting out of the shower, you dried your body and put on pajamas. You were still upset, sniffing and rubbing your now red eyes when someone knocked on the door.

"Seriously? It's like 8:30pm" you grumbled as you went to the door. When you opened it, there stood your hyper boyfriend practically jumping in place as he waited for you.

"Surprise!! Baby what's wrong-" Shoyo said, dropping his bag and running to hug you

"Sho" you said crying and hugging your boyfriend tight "w-what are you d-doing here?" You said crying in his arms

"I came to surprise you baby! I'm taking you to Brazil with me! Fuck that job, I got you one with the team! You're our new manager" he said as you cried harder into his arms, so emotionally overjoyed and exhausted

"I love you shoyo!" You cried as he rubbed your back and kissed you

"Baby- umm I can't tell if your happy or sad right now..." he said, confused as you laughed.

"Well I'm happy now" you said smiling and kissing him back "I just had a shitty day and I thought you were too busy to talk"

"Well I couldn't let you FaceTime or call me since I was in the middle of the Tokyo Airport just 30 minutes ago" he said "I'm sorry I wasn't here babe"

"It's ok Sho! This more than makes up for it!" You said hugging and kissing him again

"I can't wait to start our lives in Brazil together. I love you YN"- he said

"I can't wait either Sho"

#my lovely bbys #alreadyinsane #hinata angst to fluff #haikyu angst to fluff

[soanis]

SO BASICALLY THIS IS A SERIES IM DOING, YOU CAN READ THE FULL THING ON AO3 ONLY!!! THIS IS THE FIRST CHAP AND I WON’T BE POSTING ANYMORE OF THIS STORY ON TUMBLR. IF YOU ARE INTERSTED, MY AO3 NAME IS “user73” AND THE STORY TITLE IS “i’ll think of a title later......or not”

SUMMARY: Oikawa obviously can't seem to navigate through his love life, so he is thrown through trials and tribulations when Atsumu, his hormone monster (a "monster" (looks completely human) assigned to help with things like love, sex, and other hormone shit) is assigned to him. And somehow, he gets thrown into his hormone monster's love life as well.

Watch the two win over Iwaizumi for Oikawa (although Oikawa "KNOWS" Iwaizumi doesn't look at him like that, so he does his best to make Atsumu's job 10x harder.), and Sakusa for Atsumu! (Which he technically already has but...it's..."complicated.")

CHAP STARTS HERE!!!!

Sakusa sighed, and finally paid attention to the mean begging for his attention.

Sakusa was sitting down at his desk on his computer learning about the important sex stuff all hormone monsters have to learn, and Atsumu was standing in front of the desk with his hands placed firmly down on it, and leaning over both the desk and Sakusa.

“Atsumu. For one, I’m not your boyfriend, we just fuck sometimes and that’s it. For two, I’m still in FUCKING TRAINING. I don’t wanna mangle in some human’s life love and I don’t even know what I’m fucking doing!” Sakusa replied.

“But you CAAANNN though!! Ya know yer more than damn halfway through that hormone monster school shit! Ya know you’re allowed to come! You’ve been assigned clients before! You just don’t WANT to.”

“Correct, as I JUST said.”

Atsumu sighed, and turned around to sit on top of the edge of Sakusa’s desk, and Sakusa sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes as he did so.

“C’mon! It’s the perfect job! I’d help that poor little baby Oikawa get some ass, or dick! PLUS get Iwaizumi afterward. And YOU could help Iwaizumi do tha same!! But like…replace Iwaizumi with Oikawa, for him. Y‘know?”

Sakusa crossed his arms and glared up at him. “I’m not fucking stupid Atsumu.”

“I know yer not! Yer a smart, pretty pretty boy.” He cooed, and leaned over to grab Sakusa’s jaw with his hand.

“You gonna be a good boy for me and join along the mission? I can’t do this withoutcha.”

Sakusa scoffed and slapped his hand away. “You know good and well you can. You got “Best Employee of the MONTH” six years in a ROW. A ROW ATSUMU. SIX YEARS!!”

“Only by bein’ the best.”

“Exactly, you ARE the best–”

“Ah, well shucks–”

“Meaning you can very well do this by yourself. They aren’t even yer- I mean your clients. You’re just nosey.”

“AHH MY ACCENT’S RUBBIN’ OFF ON YA AIN’T IT?!” Atsumu yelled with a smile and leaned his upper body off the side of the desk, almost falling off.

“NO. NO NO NO. AND DON’T DO THAT YOU COULD FALL.” Sakusa paused and sighed heavily and rubbed his temples.

“Just…Ask Kita or Aran to accompany you or something. They could easily fill those spots if you don’t wanna go alone.”

“Oh I’m fane (fine) goin’ alone. I just wanted YOU ta come, my sexy centipede.”

“I– WHAT?!”

“Anywho! If yer not comin’ I might as well just call my brother! Kita-san’s borin to do thangs with, no offence. And Aran’s always the life of the party, but I haven’t seen my brother in like…237 years! Literally!! Like, not even jokin’! Us monsters are eternal, and can’t die no matter how much pain we get in, obviously you’d know that. So it really is possible for me not to see him that long.”

“You haven’t seen your brother since…1785?? It’s 2022.” Sakusa leaned in with a dead serious voice.

“Yeah.” Atsumu sighed. “I miss that boy. Wonder where ‘e is now.”

“.... You want…You want to call him over? You can if you’d like....like…I just saw my sister yesterday..I couldn’t really imagine not seeing her for over two centuries.”

“Ah, well…People get busy, shit gets done. And yeah that’d be GREAT I miss him DEARLY.” Atsumu smiled.

“You know where the phone is.” Sakusa turned his head and pointed his finger toward the telephone right a couple of feet away sitting on the little nightstand next to his office bookshelf, Atsumu’s eyes following his finger.

Atsumu simply smiled and let out a little “hm!” and jumped off of the desk and walked over to the nightstand. He picked up and the phone and his mind went blank.

“How do you call a hormone monster?”

“The way you always do??”

“I don’t..Have a phone… And neither does Samu.”

“Obviously. What kind of hormone monster has a phone?” Sakusa pffts. He places his elbow on his desk and his face in his hand and watches Atsumu.

“Well yeah but..I haven’t called anyone longer than I haven’t seen him. I haven’t made a call to any non-human since 1846 and even back then they didn’t have phones. Sooo…I’ve never made a call to a non-human.”

“Then how do you talk to our co-workers?” Sakusa questions, and Atsumu shrugs.

“I usually just teleport to them. Y'know how each hormone monster has their own few individual powers that separate them from the others.”

“Mm..yeah. But if you could do that, then why couldn’t you just teleport to your brother?”

“Well.. You know me ‘n Samu’re twins ‘n all. So we have tha exact same powers. I can’t teleport ta someone who also has teleportation. Don’t know why.”

“Oh..Makes sense I…guess….Then how’re you gonna call him?”

“I’m not. Same reason I haven’t seen him in over 200 years.” Atsumu smiles and places the phone down.

Atsumu sighs and walks back to the desk, Sakusa stares at him with a bored expression and follows him back with his eyes until Atsumu is standing back to where he was before.

“Sooo..What was the point of all that if you knew you couldn’t contact him?”

Atsumu shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s good to have some hope, I just really fuckin’ miss tha guy.”

“I would do too if I hadn’t seen him in 237 years.”

“Yeah…Anywho, I gotta go. I gotta take a look at this guy’s files. Oikawa..Toru.” Atsumu says his name slowly, backing away from the desk with a smile.

“Wait! Could I like….” Sakusa leans in and squints his eyes at Atsumu. “Read them with you?” He whispers.

Atsumu raises a brow. “Why? Why would ya want to read my client’s file if ya aren’t even goin’ to help me with the other client?”

“He’s not your “client.” He was never assigned to you. And–”

“But he doesn’t HAVE a hormone monster! Nd he NEEDS onee!!! I can fill that role, baby!”

“Don’t call me baby. And I just wanna read it to make fun of him. Guy looks pathetic.” Sakusa smirks and spins his chair around. Both him and Atsumu look up behind him (in front of Atsumu) as the entire room’s lights dim and the huge projector screen comes out of nowhere, creating the only light in the room and drawing all the attention to it.

A picture of Oikawa Tooru pops up on the screen, and Atsumu’s eyes light up as he smiles brightly and gasps.

“PATHETIC?! PATHETICALLY HOT!! PATHETICLY SEXY!! IT’S SO PATHETIC HOW MUCH I WANT HIM TO SHOVE HIS DICK UP MY–”

“ATSUMU. The dude looks PATHETIC. He looks like he’d have a lot of funny moments and shit in his files.” Sakusa chuckles.

“This’s gonna be the BEST. FUCKIN’. MISSION. EVER!” Atsumu gleams.

Sakusa turns back to him and scoffs when he sees his expression. “Calm down, it's not like YOUR the one getting with him. You’re helping him get with….whatever his name is..remember?”

“Iwaizumi Hajime. And he’s fuckin’ hot too.” Atsumu smirks. The light and colors behind Sakusa changed and he noticed, so he turned back around and looked up at the screen, this time seeing a picture of Iwaizumi, his mouth fell agape.

“I’ll do it.” He whispered, and Atsumu hummed in confusion, still staring up at the screen above them.

“Do what, baby?” He questioned.

“I’ll be Iwaizumi’s hormone monster…L-...like you wanted.” He whispered, distracted.

Atsumu smiled and slowly leaned in next to his ear, leaning his body across the desk.

“Hm. “Calm down. ‘S not like YER the one gettin’ with him.” Put your tongue back in your mouth, Omi.”

Sakusa snapped his head around with a scowl on his face, ready to rinse him, but before he could:

“BYEEE!!--”

“WAIT! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHERE TO FIND MY CLIENT?! A-AND– AREN’T WE GONNA READ THE FILES TOGETHER?!”

“Oh yeahhh.” Atsumu smiles. In the speed of light, Atsumu spins and a whole bunch of purple and pink light and yellow sparks light up the entire room, and threaten to blind Kiyoomi if he doesn’t close his eyes.

Suddenly, Atsumu appeared right next to him and the desk, already sitting down and handing him the files that he pulled out of literally thin air.

Kiyoomi blinks. “Uh..what-“

“Are we gonna read ‘em or what Omi?“

“Well what the hell did you just-“

Atsumu cut him off with a loud “SHHHHHHHHH…” and a finger over his mouth. Atsumu flipped the folder open, grabbing Sakusa’s attention and went to the first page in there.

Atsumu read aloud, “Oikawa Toru, aged twenty-seven, DAYUM.” Atsumu bursts out laughing, and Sakusa looks at him with a confused expression.

“That bitch’s oOLD!”

“He’s literally one year older than us Atsumu. Or..human us. Us now, he’s a couple hundred years YOUNGER than us-“

“He’s pushin’ thirty. Anywho. He’s 6 foot 2, alrightttt…. Where’s all the interesting stuff?” Atsumu asks, and starts flipping through the pages.

“Wait! Stop right there!” Sakusa says when he spots something interesting, and snatched the book from Atsumu. Atsumu glares at him, but he pays no mind.

“Soulmate: Iwaizumi Hajime. There! See!?!” Sakusa says, leaning back in his chair. “No need for us, the big book of files say Iwaizumi’s his soulmate, so they’ll find each other eventually.”

“So?? I’ve taken a look at my files and my soulmate thingy is empty, and you know a guy like me doesn’t stay single. I HAVE to have a soulmate, which means the files could be wrong, or change, depending on US.”

“I doubt it.”

“I don’t. He needs help, Omi. And so do I. Help me..help….” Atsumu trails off, breaking eye contact with Sakusa and turning back to the screen, Sakusa follows.

“Him.” He pointed up at the picture of Hajime on the screen. He looked back down at the files that had Oikawa’s picture on it, and Sakusa followed his vision again. “Him. Them.”

Sakusa sighs. And turns back to Atsumu.

“I’ll think about it.”

“I know you will.”

“Don’t push it.” And Atsumu shrugs in response.

#atsumu x sakusa #sakuatsu #iwaoi #iwaoi brainrot #oikawa x iwaizumi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #sakusa kiyoomi #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #big mouth #read on ao3 #ao3 stuff #cross posted on ao3 #lovers #romance

[rinphoria]

joonie ! about the format for cosmo, i’ve got constructive criticism if ya don’t mind ! ><

first of all, loved it. actually. and second, the “bartender!atsumu who” was great too, very straight to the point and it made me think “oh god what’s he gonna do now” but i’d like to say that:

what made it a little hard for me to read it is how long the hc/drabbles were ,, i enjoy spacing between paragraphs since it makes it easier for me to read and not feel overwhelmed !

i think maybe that’s just me, im not sure, i took little breaks in between certain hc to process it all but again !!! loved it and the banner was super cute ! everything was perfect !

— a shy moot who loves you dearly

hi hi, thank you so much for the feedback! i was thinking about this as i was writing but i didn’t know if that would like.. disrupt the flow?? but i totally get how large blocks of text can be a bit much. i’ll keep that in mind if i use this format in the future :) thanks again!!

#[დ] — mailbox #kisses mwah mwah

[neoheros]

the small, crowded college apartment you share with miya atsumu has proved over and over again to be the biggest annoyance of your life.

the leaky sink, the wobbly table, or even the stupid balcony that you would consider cute if it wasn’t for the fact that it gives the entire town a complete view of what’s going on inside your apartment.

all piling up to be a great bane of your existence, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that you hated it more than atsumu does.

this mess of an apartment that you both call home, cluttered with your college books and his sport equipments, you don’t know how the two of you could continue to live like this.

( and it’s not like you guys can move and find a bigger place to live either, the two of you are broke enough as it is. )

so without the options of getting a new apartment or literally incinerating every single thing inside the flat — you and atsumu do the responsible thing:

putting on old songs on a stereo, and deep cleaning the entire place!

the two of you start small; taking out boxes you never got around to unpacking and deciding to organize whatever it was that was in there.

(of course neither of you took into account just how many boxes you both ignored to unpack, and now, seeing as how the apartment is cluttered with stacks and rows of moving boxes, you realize how it might have been a tiny mistake to start there.)

“ok pause!” you yell from your side of the room, calling out as you pull something out from one of the cardboard boxes, “look what i found!”

and not a second later, atsumu sprints to your side - his hair a complete mess, in his old inarizaki jersey shorts and a t-shirt that’s too old to be worn outside - he has his own box of items in his grip.

“what’re those?” he drops the box he carried onto the floor, walking closer to you as you offer your hand out.

on your palm, you hold out two boxes of the colored diamond ring candies that almost double as a lollipop — ring pops!

the boxes they come in are dusty and a bit crumpled on the edges, but the smile you give atsumu as you hand him one is unmatched.

he takes one from you, “what are these?

“okay so like these are rings,” you move closer to him, “but get this the diamonds are actually made of candy.”

atsumu rolls his eyes, shoving your shoulder playfully as you hold back a conniving grin.

“i’m not 8.” he tells you, focusing on his box of candy.

you cross your arms, “i’m not 8 either.”

but before the two of you could say anything else, he’s hurrying to open his box of candy, and you’re hurrying to open your box of candy.

“what flavor did you get?” he looks over to your unwrapped candy ring, stars in his eyes.

you smile widely, “grape!”

and he scoffs, “i got red - that’s not even a flavor!”

“that’s what you get for forgetting about them,” you shake your head, clicking your tongue over and over again in the tune of an ‘i told you so’.

atsumu frowns, and he’s quicker than you, so you don’t anticipate it when he grabs the -your- candy ring from your hand, and before you could react, he shoves the entire piece of candy inside his mouth.

(plastic handle and all.)

a silence falls in the air. atsumu looks at you with a proud smirk on his face, and you take a long time to blink.

“tsumu.” you call to him.

and with the piece of candy still in his mouth, he says, “ywes?”

you shake your head, “i’m gonna kill you dead.”

needless to say, that’s what begun the hours of chasing around the two of you did all throughout the entire flat.

boxes and stray pieces of clothes still scattered around the floor so the constant ‘ow!’ and ‘agh!’ as either of you take turns tripping and falling fills the quietness of the air.

atsumu insists to take an hour for a pizza break, and you insist to take an hour for a lay-on-the-sofa-and-do-nothing break.

the next hour you decide to put away more boxes, you’re sitting on the floor, opening through piles and piles of paper bags and unopened seals tucked away in the crevices of the cardboard.

sometimes you see old souvenirs, sometimes there are mementos, and other times there are photographs.

you wipe away the sweat on your temple with the back of your palm, taking a closer look on one of the picture frames you fished out of a box.

“god, we have to go to one of these.” you say aloud, and atsumu - sitting by your side, rummaging through his own box of nonsense - looks over your shoulder.

he tilts his head, “okay, i have no idea what i’m looking at.”

“it’s an informal debate!” you shove the picture frame closer to his face.

and he rolls his eyes, “you say that like a normal person would know what that is.”

“okay, loser.” you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest, “it’s literally just a normal debate but the crowd gets to chime in with their opinions.”

your husband looks unimpressed.

and you grin, “sometimes people throw stuff.”

“okay,” and atsumu scooches way closer to you, taking the frame from your hand, “you have to take me to one of those.”

“hmm.” you hum slightly, a grin breaking through your face as you see him so invested in the photo.

he hands the photo back to you.

you chime, “one time this person threw fries at the speaker because they didn’t agree with what they were saying.”

“huh.” atsumu smiles, and he looks at you, knowingly, “so were the fries cold?”

and you grin, “nah, i just didn’t want to eat them anymore.”

“now we definitely have to go, i wanna see you throw food at people with stupid opinions.”

“it’s a date.”

atsumu kisses you lightly, smiling against your lips as you don’t pull away from him.

this entire day has been the two of you just walking around the mess of the apartment, cleaning up what you can, making even bigger messes by accident, and sharing stories about the things you’ve brought along together.

there are stacks of books on one of the old wobbly tables and it’s when atsumu decided to make you flash cards to help you study for your finals.

there’s a huge dent on one of the walls of your bedroom that you opted to cover up with a framed picture of you guys — the dent was made by a volleyball ball when he tried to teach you how to serve.

and there’s the perfectly good dining table covered with books and clothes and bags and old cartridges of hair dye because atsumu knows you prefer to sit with him on the floor.

the mess of an apartment that you two call a home.

atsumu kisses you deeper, and he feels you smile against his lips.

you laugh, “i can taste my ring pop from your mouth, and i resent you for it.”

the day is almost over, the white skies slowly being painted by a pink and orange as the sun sets, and the balcony doors are left wide open to let the summer breeze in.

you lay your head on atsumu’s chest as he lays his back on the hardwood floors.

sunlight seeping in to fill your cluttered apartment, now seeming even messier than before, and you feel the fast pacing of atsumu’s heart.

“how have we been cleaning for hours and it still looks like a maze in here?” you sigh loudly, keeping your head on his chest.

atsumu murmurs, “i think we’re cursed.”

and you tilt your head up slightly to him, “do we move?”

“too much work.” he groans, “stay on the floor.”

there’s a bubble of laughter coming up your chest, and maybe if you weren’t so tired, you’d actually have the strength to laugh at that.

you rest your head back against his chest, smiling, “the next time we do this—”

“there’s gonna be a next time?” atsumu groans louder.

and you get up slightly to turn, laying on your belly to see a better view of him, and he only feigns a dramatic frown once he sees that you’re finally looking at him.

your hand goes to his forehead, pushing back the hairs that clung to his skin with sweat, and you smile.

“next time we do this,” you continue, “we sweet talk aran and the others to help us.”

atsumu seems to be chipper, and he props himself up on his elbows, “do you think we can sweet talk them into doing all the work?”

“well, we still have that wedding gift ‘anything you want’ favor coupon suna gave us,” you laugh lightly, remembering how ridiculous of an idea it seemed at first.

(atsumu said he was being lazy. suna turned to you and told you not to marry him.)

“woah.” atsumu nods, “but do we really wanna use our one great favor from suna on having him clean our apartment?”

you look at atsumu, and atsumu looks back at you.

there’s a second stuck in the air.

you snap your fingers, “we have him clean the balcony too!”

and atsumu, stars in his eyes, pride in his chest, nods his head slowly, “i taught you well.”

#dorothy by her’s #married under 25 series ♡ #OH I LOVE ATSUMU SO DEARLY #ALSO lorelai rory and max in that one scene from gilmore girls #i know i say this a lot but this has got to be one of my favs to have ever written #i’m trying to write more stuff that i like to write #so i hope this doesn’t flop #if it does that’s ok too ! #x reader #fluff #angst #imagines #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #hq!! #haikyuu headcanons #atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu blurbs #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x you #atsumu x you #atsumu imagines #atsumu drabbles

[malotopia]

GUUUYYSSSS I MISS THE MIYA TWINS SO BAD...... thinking about osamu staying later than usual at the restaurant to clean up and just... be with himself... atsumu coming to check on him because he hasn't heard from him in a couple hours and he finds osamu with a glass of sake at the counter... and he just quietly sits next to his brother as he pours a glass of sake for him too.... THE TWO OF THEM JUST SITTING IN SILENCE, ENJOYING EACH OTHER'S COMPANY AND DRINKING IN PEACE BECAUSE THEY BOTH HAVE EXACTLY WHAT THEY WANT IN THEIR LIVES...

#haikyuu!! #miya atsumu #miya osamu #miya twins #hq #I AM JSUT SO FUCKIGN SOFT TONIGHT #i cant stop thinking about them I CANT STOP #oh fuck i forgot i have to get up early tomorrow OK GOODNIGHT #LOVE U ALL SO DEARLY #haikyuu #osamu miya #atsumu miya

[luvring]

— atsumu relationship hcs

warnings: none :)

note from nia: i love atsumu so dearly my comfort boy

does workouts with you. as in either both of you working out, you laying underneath him while he does push-ups so he can kiss you, or just you watching and cheering him on

loves bragging about you and posting you together on all of his social media if you're comfortable with it

he loves it if you get along well with samu. even if he denies it, his twin matters a lot to him and if you guys didn't get along,, there would be a major issue

atsumu asking osamu to help him make your favourite dishes for your anniversary or valentine's or birthday or Whatever else

he's going to be the first person to wish you happy birthday. if any of your friends try to take his title he's fighting them with a timer open and text pre-typed (if he isn't already with you or on vc)

after a long day of practice he finds you and plops right on top. he's a koala and he won't let go until he feels better

gives you the biggest possible hug he can when he spots you for the first time in a long time

oh my god his hugs are so :'/ they're the kind that engulf you and make you feel all warm and giddy while he nuzzles against your neck. i know they are.

very good when you're feeling upset because he won't let go until you do. even if you do go to let go, he's going to make sure you want to and it's not because you don't want to take up his time

threatens to fight someone if he finds out you're upset—says he'll even bring the team along to intimidate them

sometimes when atsumu gets drunk he gets way more emotional (and clingy) so you lay there and rub his back while he goes on about all the things he loves about your relationship and how much you mean to him with tear stains on your shirt

would absolutely 100% adore if you wanted to get matching jewelry or clothes with him. atsumu giving you a necklace or ring with his initials somewhere?? him playing with his own from you when he's thinking or bored?? yeah.

if you fall asleep on his shoulder he may or may not also fall asleep and lay his head on yours

thinking about both of you having a sort of annoying day and just,, ranting to each other when you get home. him going "YEAH! Fuck that guy!" i love solidarity and validation

would play horror games with you like phasmophobia or the forest and try to get you killed until he's scared and then trying to cling onto you

atsumu gaming with his friends. you walking in to check on him and he asks you to cheer him on. "see? aren't ya jealous i have a partner and you losers don't?"

he's muted in the server

it's absolutely nothing against you though. they say hi to you, even ask why you're with him while he's going "HEY" in the background

would (try to) make decisions with rock paper scissors or flipping a coin. picking where to eat, what to watch, who's bringing the dishes to the sink,,

as an anxious person,, atsumu would order the food with no complaints. he loves when you can depend on him

adores when you watch his games, especially if you don't really know much about volleyball (at first). you tell him you're coming to a game and he promises to work even Harder than usual.

telling atsumu you can't come to his game and he gets sad but then he sees you in the stands and he has to stop himself from leaving and running up to you

if you wear his jersey or cheer him on he gets all excited and proud while the other team stares dumbfounded

he's just as supportive of everything you do !! he's going "wow??" and kissing you and gushing about you all the time

would try to take part and copy what you're doing if you asked and he may not be. good. but it's very endearing

would try to sing duets with you at karaoke even if neither of you are very good or taking it seriously. atsumu suddenly looking into your eyes very seriously during a romantic line. ough

casually remembers your regular orders and when you're like ??? he stares back like ??? who do you think i am

likes feeding you or vice versa. he does it sort of casually and you're like ? hello? and he stares back like Eat It,

makes sure to kiss you during the new year's countdown

putting on socks and sliding around the house with him :( he's blasting music that you can hear in every room and trying to dance with you

there's a note in his notes app with dates where things happened that got him all giddy and In Love TM. he'd never let you see it but if you ever stumbled upon it it'd be shit like "3/21 THEY PUT A BLANKET OVER ME WHEN I FELL ASLEEP" "6/13 [photo of you curled up asleep]" "10/31 i fucking hate haunted houses but they were clinging onto me and i saw the meaning of the universe" "11/17 nothing happened today but i just remembered how much i love and wanna marry em"

#atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #hq atsumu #atsumu :((

[ventura-starlight]

haikyuu as love confessions

hello everyone! I'm sorry I've been so incredibly inconsistent with posts and updates. lately, things have been rough but I swear I'm trying to work on writing for you all more. I have a series of drabbles I'm working on so hopefully I can get those worked on and scheduled by next month. in the meantime, I'll be doing a lot of headcanons and drabbles. if you have sent in a request/matchup I'll be using those to fill up the empty space. much love to you all <3

this is very similar to my post from a few months ago 'haikyuu characters as romcom moments' but this has been in my drafts even before I wrote that so oh well.

pride and prejudice, "you have bewitched me body and soul and I love...I love...I love you"

the dedication in their voice has you weak at the knees. the tenderness in their eyes melts away any remaining stubbornness left in your mind. perhaps the weeks spent resisting his less than stellar advances have left you vulnerable under their piercing gaze but that hardly matters now. all you can focus on is how you are going to explain to your friends that the one person you swore you despised has now turned into the person you find yourself in love with. ironic.

->tendou, aone [my heart is in TATTERS], suna [he's poetic I swear to it]

dirty dancing, "most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you"

hurt, angry, and afraid of losing you they are willing to test the limits of the universe to get the simple chance of being with you. it's not the meeting they had imagined nor the outcome they anticipated when working over the summer. but goddamnit if they aren't going to try.

->iwaizumi [hot], atsumu, semi

10 things I hate about you, "I hate it when you lie, I hate it when you make me laugh, I hate it when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact you didn't call...but mostly, I hate the way I don't hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."

to truly explain how you feel apparently took getting in front of the entire class and reading a poem you had written in your angry stupor a few evenings prior. as the words became choked and eyes became blurry your eyes flicker to the one the words are intended for. their eyes look void of any anger, replaced with a tormented sadness, screaming for the attention you have seemed to have stripped from them. only the high school parking lot can unite a feuding pair of lovers into realizing maybe falling in love isn't so damn bad.

->tsukkishima, kuroo, osamu

sleepless in Seattle, "its you." "its me"..."we better go...shall we?"

they should be thanking their kid for forgetting their backpack up here at this point. endless nights spent calling a radio show, the same number of nights they spent falling even deeper for a person they only could talk to at night. after their kid is tucked away in bed their son remembers he left his teddy bear at the local lookout point just as they were about to dial the only chance they have seemed to have at finding some sort of peace in their insomnia-based madness. but here you are in endless beauty, bathed in the moonlight reflected on the water. in your hands sits the beloved teddy bear their son holds so dearly. maybe they just about get the courage to talk to you face to face. their kid smiles seeing his parent happy as they reach out to take your hand.

->yamaguchi, akaashi, kita

4 weddings and a Funeral, "for the first time in my whole life I realized I...I totally and utterly loved one person. and it wasn't the person standing next to me in the veil, it's the person standing opposite me now, in the rain."

and well here they are staring at you. not exactly in the best of circumstances considering they left their fiancee, ex-fiancee, at the alter that morning at the church. but hey, they came to your wedding and caused a scene so when that didn't work out too well they made sure you had your moment. and maybe marriage really isn't cut out for them. the idea of something so law bounding and finalized scares the shit out of them. but the only thought crossing their mind at this point is that they know you are it for them, and maybe for the first time, marriage isn't the most important part of that.

->sakusa, kiyoko, ukai

also, hugh grant can hit me up whenever.

xoxo ches

#tendou x reader #aone x reader #suna x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader #semi imagines #semi x reader #tsukishima x reader #kuroo x reader #osamu x reader #yamaguchi x reader #akaashi x reader #kita x reader #sakusa x reader #kiyoko x reader #ukai x reader #angelicstrwbrry 🍓 #angelics.haikyuu.txt #special.delivery 💕 #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!!