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jordyn-degas · 2 years

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What We Have Become

characters: Atsumu Miya x fem! reader

warnings: characters are 18+; time skips; sexual connotations but barely; angst; fluff; cheating mentioned;

notes: wrote this in like 2 hrs and it came out of nowhere; i want to deeply thank you @iamthepotato my incredible beta reader and the Watson to my Sherlock 💞💞 for giving me the green light into posting this when i wasn't really sure of it 😒 she has her chaotic ways

Mood 🎧 Britton - Happy Being Me

Slender fingers ghosted over the softness of your cheeks, carefully tangling themselves into a loose hair strand, guiding it behind the ear in a slow motion. Lips parted to reveal that all too familiar pearly white smile that had the ability to daze every single living soul in a room, turning heads wherever it was seen and breaking hearts through its innocence. Your faintly blushing cheek pressed into his touch, eyes closed to absorb all the warmth and care provided in a tender moment, both slightly leaned in over the wooden table, yearning for closeness. Steamy mugs were witnesses to two people caught into the sweet spell of love, his eyes bearing nothing but adoration for the woman sitting before him.

“Tsumu!” you laughed, hand landing a slap on his ass. “Put me down!”

“No can do, pretty.” Atsumu clicked his tongue, arm locked around your waist to prevent you from falling off his shoulder. “You are officially grounded.”

“What?” you asked, a gasp bouncing off the walls as he threw you on the bed with an unreadable expression. “I’m not 10!”

“You wore Samu’s shirt to the match!” Atsumu accused, arms crossed against the chest, holding back a pout that threatened to appear. “Last time I checked, WE were dating! Or did you get the twins mixed up?”

“I spilled coffee on yours!” you explained exasperated for the 12th time today, arm waving in the air to accentuate the annoyance lacing your tone. “Not my fault that Shoyo bumped into me. What would you’ve done in my place? Cheer in nothing but a bra?”

“Still grounded. No more matches for you.” Atsumu huffed, knowing he had absolutely nothing to counter the obvious logic at this point, not that he had in the first place - he wouldn’t put it past you to walk out there with the number 7 written on the chest as if an entire arena wasn’t able to see. “Until you learn which twin you’re actually in a relationship with.”

“Maybe I really do have the wrong twin.” you sighed, watching through lidded eyes how your boyfriend stiffened at the subtle implication. “Does your mother accept returns?”

“ALRIGHT, THAT’S IT!” Atsumu barked in annoyance, shirt flying off his body in the blink of an eye. “We’re settling this right now.”

Before any words could leave your lips yet again, an unwilling yelp made its way out as his hands wrapped around your ankles, feeling being yanked to the edge of the bed in a swift motion. Sculpted figure towered over you, blonde hair strands hanging loosely over Atsumu’s forehead, brown hooded eyes filled with mischievousness and lust that matched almost too perfectly his signature smirk, watching how his lovable girlfriend seemed to crumble under him.

“Let’s see if you still think I’m the wrong twin ..” Atsumu whispered, lowering enough for his lips to brush over yours. “.. by the time I’m done with you.”

That’s the thing.

Atsumu Miya has always been the one to easily get under people’s skin without too much of an effort, his simple presence being enough to earn all types of reactions. Men would hate or praise, women ready to throw themselves at his feet for a bit of attention, amateur players begging to be taught, scouts and press raving about his performance - everything around Atsumu screamed perfection.

Until you walked into his life.

There you were.

Quietly sitting near the court, white towel around the shoulders while thoroughly searching through a medical bag, hair tied into a ponytail, a few strands messily out of place from the humidity built up into the arena. Busying himself with a bottle of water, Atsumu’s glance trailed from the neatly tied shoelaces, upwards along the smoothness of your legs that went further under the pair of black sport shorts while an all too familiar shirt was resting on the upper body, oversized in its nature yet molding around your chest in a way that had his cheeks flare up faintly. He had not seen you before when playing a match, the confusion and wonder wearing off quickly seeing the number imprinted on the shirt.

Number 10 - Shoyo Hinata.

Ah! You were with Karasuno.

However, in which capacity? Before he could catch a glimpse of your face, Atsumu’s view was obstructed by the team’s coach. The setter quietly watched Inarizaki’s rival team interact with you and none of them seemed to be more than just simple friends. What came at shock value to Atsumu Miya was the way in which his heart jumped into the throat when hearing your laugh, goosebumps filling up his skin at the sound coming in a wave of sweet notes bound to reach deeper than others tried before. Trying to get a better look at the girl that managed to do so little without actually putting a face to the laugh, he noticed their Libero, Yū Nishinoya, and Wing Spiker, Ryūnosuke Tanaka, playing with a bandage roll - what a waste of energy before the second set, Atsumu thought.

“Noya!!” your voice snapped across the court, loudly enough for the Inarizaki team to turn around confused.

With Nishinoya and Tanaka exuding a bit too much energy than they should have in the first place, the Libero countered the Wing Spiker’s throw with the force one would usually use in the match, causing for the bandage roll to fly farther than needed. Without too much fuss, Atsumu caught it with one hand, gaze moving to the soft material in his palm, thumb smoothing carefully over its seal in order to not come undone.

“Sorry!” you said frantically, slaps being heard across the polished floor as they seemed rushed. “I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t wo-” Atsumu began, words dying in his throat when your eyes finally met as all the confidence the Miya would usually exude vanished into thin air. “-rry.”

When thinking of putting a face to the most beautiful laugh that had ever graced his ears, Atsumu certainly did not expect this. A small, sheepish smile curved your puffy lips just right, plump cheeks pinched with a rosy blush that had him swallow harder than ever in his life, doe-like eyes flashed with embarrassment and curiosity, all while looking at him from under a pair of thick, long lashes that fanned in a timed rhythm awaiting a response. Atsumu’s posture turned hunched, not wanting to tower over you more than needed when noticing how your height reached the level of his chest.

“Are you alright?” you asked softly, head a bit cocked to the side seeing how he kept staring.

“Hm?” Atsumu blinked twice before realizing, a low chuckle escaping. “Oh, yeah!”

“The roll, please?” you grinned, pearly white beaming into the bright lights of the arena, palm wide open. “I would let you keep it but it’s the last one.”

“It’s fine.” he replied, not understanding why the sudden clumsiness in conversation. “Here.”

“Thanks.” you quipped, fingers brushing against each other and he did not fail to notice the way you flinched a bit before taking a step back. “I’m sorry for them. Noya tends to get a bit too excited when in a competition.”

“Oh, trust me, I noticed.” Atsumu laughed and you followed, proudness coursing through his body hearing the sound that had his heart skip multiple beats.

“I should get back.” you followed, tucking the bandage roll inside the pocket. “The second set is about to start.”

“Atsumu.” he blurted quickly, arm stretching out. “Atsumu Miya.”

“So you’re Atsumu ..” you trailed off slowly hearing it, arm stopping mid-way before retracting to intertwine with the other behind the back, something of a disappointed smile stretching across the face. “Thank you for catching this and .. good luck in the match.”

Atsumu stood there completely shocked at the interaction, arm falling defeated next to his body while catching you taking a quick look over the shoulder. The way your entire demeanor changed upon hearing his name made the setter wonder if he did something wrong, if you two met before, if maybe you were at some point the target of his rudeness and usual arrogance. A hand gripped Atsumu’s shoulder, fingers pressing lightly into the skin to bring him back to reality.

“Did you hear?” he asked, surprise laced with disbelief coating the question.

“I did.” Osamu Miya, the other twin, replied trying to hide the much too obvious amusement that came from the whole ordeal. “Reputation, Tsumu.”

“You mean ..” Atsumu’s body turned around in the blink of an eye, frowning at his brother. “Can’t be!”

“Why?” Osamu raised an eyebrow. “Just because you haven’t encountered a girl that won’t fall to your feet before, it doesn’t mean she doesn’t exist. Case in point.”

“Whatever.” Atsumu scoffed, walking past him with a scowl on his face, towel being thrown back on the bench.

“I know what you’re going to do after this match ends.” Osamu sighed, already tired to even follow his brother. “She is a good one, Tsumu. Not your usual .. kind.”

“You know her?” Atsumu stilled, another shock being served today. “Samu, why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I know OF her.” Osamu answered while walking on the court, a minute away from the second set. “And no, you can’t know. She doesn’t deserve what you usually do to others.”

That day, Atsumu felt as if Osamu already knew how the entire story was going to develop, how every twist and every turn would intertwine, tying even tighter together the two main characters at the epicenter of it. Indeed, the reputation that preceded the setter sent him into an 8 months long mission of trying to get your number, being at Karasuno making it fairly harder. Then university happened where both bumped into each other on the hallway, one walking towards the library while the other to class. Another six months passed until he convinced you to accept a date.

Yes, suddenly, the number one heartbreaker was dating, much to the dismay of the horde of girls that have been trying to obtain such honor since his steps graced the halls of Inarizaki. Osamu reached an all time high in his pride regarding Atsumu - he not once lost interest in you, truly working into convincing you he was worth it.

Witty, a tad bit arrogant and with a sharp tongue that did not give Atsumu much room to go toe to toe with you. But that was only a small part of the person he grew incredibly comfortable with, grew to care, finding himself on numerous occasions in a state of pure happiness and peace, simply watching how peacefully you would read from one of the books that was going to be finished by the end of the week. The calmness, kindness and dedication you exuded were going to work hand in hand when achieving the dream of becoming a Sports Medicine Physician - something Atsumu learned on the second date and was in awe for days after. He realized it was more to the way he was enjoying your presence, heart skipping a beat whenever you would notice him looking, reaching out with a soft, loving smile and brushing a wandering hair strand off his forehead, Atsumu leaning into the faint touch more with each passing day.

“Why do you keep squirming?” you frowned, pausing the movie and moving away from his chest. “You’ve been doing this for the past 40 minutes.”

“I have a question.” Atsumu groaned, hand pulling at your arm until he made sure you were straddling him, eyes at the same level - something he needed in order to see the immediate reaction. “We’ve been dating for a while now and ..”

“Yes, I’m a virgin.” you blurted, shifting a bit at the answer while playing with the material of his shirt. “If that’s an inconvenience, I-..”

“Wh-” Atsumu cut the rest of the sentence off, eyes blew wide open, lips parted in shock with fingers digging into the flesh of your waist. “That’s not .. well, I figured.”

“You did?” you whispered, a bright blush hugging the cheeks, eyes avoiding his.

“Not that hard to figure it out when your head looks as if about to explode every single time I take my shirt off after practice.” Atsumu grinned, fingers finding your chin and pushing it up softly to look into your eyes. “Also, you always try to hide the fact that you’re enjoying it.”

“Well, you look really good.” you pouted, face of such redness he believed you were about to faint. “I have a hot boyf .. date.”

“What was that?” Atsumu asked, leaning in with a playful smirk, knowing exactly what you were about to say. “A hot what?”

“Date.” you answered, nose scrunching up in discomfort. “A hot date that gives me headaches.”

“You said boyfriend.” he leaned even closer, wearing the grin that always had your anger bubble to the surface.

“I didn’t.” you frowned, noses ghosting over each other.

“You did.” Atsumu pushed, knowing the point he wanted to reach. “You wanted to say boyfriend.”

“I couldn’t have said that because you are not my boyfriend.” the reply came almost instantly, that signature sharpness you carried around tickling his satisfaction. “We are dating. That’s it. You’re not my boyfriend.”

“Then let me be.” he whispered, lips hovering over yours, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “Would you?”

“Are you ..” you swallowed the sudden knot obstructing the airway, slight surprise taking over, knowing better than to hope for anything from Atsumu Miya. “ .. sure?”

“Never been so sure ‘f something in my life.” Atsumu confidently replied, words muffled by his lips brushing yours ever so softly, the yearning pulling you in almost mindlessly. “Let me be yours.”

“Yes.” you breathed with a short nod. “I would like that.”

Fingers ghosted over the lips, heart fluttering at the memory of lips melting into each other with a newfound sense of a feeling both were already familiar with but feared expressing it out loud. Another thread locked around the story of two people that silently decided to give each other everything, all they held and all they felt. A searing kiss sealing their fates into a conjoined destiny that promised a future neither of them had expected. All the fear of who Atsumu Miya was vanished into thin air, replaced by that sweet, consuming feeling everyone desires at some point in their lives - being in love.

“Is it just me or Kuroo has been calling too much lately?” Atsumu frowned at the phone vibrating on the table.

“He’s been calling the same way since high school.” you chuckled, head shaking slowly while handing him a napkin. “Chin, baby.”

“It’s different lately.” he remarked, eyes focused on the phone as the call stopped only to be followed by a message. “You don’t answer when I’m around, whisper when talking to him and replying to messages from the bathroom.”

“What are you getting at?” you instantly got defensive, stiff posture taking over.

“Interesting.” Atsumu cocked his head to the side, watching carefully for each gesture while on the subject. “Is your best friend getting too close for comfort?”

“Did Samu pissed you off again?” you laughed, stopping abruptly seeing a pair of hooded eyes staring right back, darkness flashing into them. “Oh God ..”

“Mhm.” he nodded, teeth nipping at the inner cheek.

“You’re jealous.” you whispered, trying to hold back another laugh, wide eyes studying with curiosity. “Atsumu Miya is jealous?”

“There’s nothing to be jealous of.” Atsumu scoffed, annoyed at the audacity you brought to the dinner in his apartment. “I don’t like how you hide to talk to him.”

“I am not hiding.” you rolled your eyes, pushing back the chair and standing up to clean the table.

“I’ll meet you after he leaves for practice.” Atsumu began quoting yesterday’s conversation with Kuroo. “That way it’s easier to avoid him. I’ll be at your place in 30.”

“What the hell, Atsumu?” you gasped, not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. “You’re listening in now?”

“When you’re being so fucking weird, I do!” Atsumu snapped while standing up as well, palms slamming against the table. “Why the hell are you supposed to avoid me?”

“Drop it.” you sighed, too tired to have an argument that made no sense.

“Are you fucking Kuroo?” Atsumu bluntly asked, nails digging into the wood, jaw clenching and unclenching at the prospect of such possibility.

“We’re done.” you threw the dishcloth on the table, features hardening at the hurtful words being thrown before slipping right past him. “We’re so fucking done.”

“You can’t even give me a simple yes or no answer!” he followed suit, both stepping into the living room where your bag was settled, planning on staying over for a few days. “At least spare me the theatrics!”

“There is nothing to say, Atsumu!” you pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance. “You’re fucking delusional!”

“Whispering on the phone when you think I’m asleep, leaving the room whenever he calls, texts in the bathroom or covering the screen, leaving for an hour to come in four and the late night fucking dinners.” Atsumu seethed, skin flushed with anger as tears started pooling into your eyes - an image that was preparing him for the worst. “Just please come out with it so we can be done before we get even further.”

“It’s not what you think.” you countered, trying to keep it together seeing how easily he was ready to give up. “Can you really not trust me?”

“It’s HIM I don’t trust!” he threw his hands in the air, exasperated at how you so easily glided through his words. “What I don’t understand is if there’s nothing to hide, why are you even doing it?”

“Just trust me!” you snapped, wanting for the subject to end then and there.

“WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I TRUST YOU WHEN YOU WON’T EVEN GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER?” Atsumu raged and you flinched, over the course of a year in which you had been together never seeing him raise his tone more than to yell at Osamu.

“Because I ..” tears streamed down your cheeks, Atsumu’s guard dropping instantly, blatant sincerity on your face. “I love you, Atsumu.”

“Wh-” his voice faltered, freezing, faced with the words he had been waiting to hear and yet was afraid to say them first. “You love .. me?”

“I do, so fucking much.” you nodded, allowing him to get closer, to reach for you and wipe away the tears he caused. “You were complaining about how you cannot find a new roommate since the last one bailed and that it’ll be easier to share with someone from university rather than living alone. Since it’s our last year of studies, I .. uhm .. thought that I could maybe move in with you and then keep living together. It was supposed to be a surprise and Kuroo helped me with finding the perfect apartment. He knows a couple of good realtors and we’ve been meeting with them to view different spaces, Kuroo acting more like a discount coupon since they’re his friends. So .. there is nothing .. absolutely nothing going on with ..”

“I love you too.” Atsumu cut in, warm palms cupping your feverish cheeks as he leaned in, foreheads resting against each other. “I am so fucking sorry, so .. so sorry that I hurt you this way. Should’ve kept my mouth shut and simply trust that whatever you are doing is nothing wrong. I got afraid .. panicked .. knowing who I used to be, knowing that you are aware as well .. even after this year together .. the rumors and my reputation with women are still out there .. it scared me into waiting to say how much I love you and it probably scared you too and I understand and I am sorry and I want for us to live together and I love you .. and ..”

“Kiss me, you stupid Miya twin.” you simply smiled - soft, full of the love you had been hiding out of fear of him hurting you at some point, radiating with a warmth and beauty he thought he did not deserve. “And then show me just how much you love me.”

And so he did. Sounds of broken moans and pleas filled with pleasure dancing around the synapses of a man that always had an unsatiated hunger for the woman he loved so deeply. Fingertips pinching with the warmth of your body, the perfect curvature of a spine that arched into his touch, puffy lips asking to be devoured until the only word coming out of them being his name, your voice begging for more, begging to be ravaged beyond repair, beyond the simple existence of two intertwined bodies. You had become the electrifying presence that shocked a wild heart into craving commitment, a lifetime of it if possible.

Atsumu Miya loved you with a desperate fervor, unable to think without having at least one thought a day about you, unable to breathe when he would wake up to not find you next to him. There was a certain beautiful pain that followed whenever his arms would find solace around your body, soft skin soothing the morning grumpiness while cooking breakfast with him flushed against you. He absolutely adored seeing your naked form while brewing coffee, hips swaying on the rhythm of a tune hummed at 7 am.

There were not enough moments in the 4 years in which you had been together - laughing quietly while the completely untalented voice of the woman he loved came from the bathroom when singing under the shower. Surprising him at practice where every single one of his teammates was over the moon to have you there, always bringing their favorite snacks, and even the coach found your presence soothing, talking for hours on end about athletic injuries and how to protect the boys as much as possible. Falling asleep on the couch in an attempt to wait for him when out with his friends, a place where you would join if not too tired from the internship you scored in order to achieve the set in stone dream of becoming a Sports Medicine Physician.

Atsumu felt safe in the arms of the only woman he had ever loved, cheek pressed to your chest, the calm thumping of your heart always sending him into the best sleep he has ever had. Osamu absolutely adored you and there was no one in this world that could be better in his eyes, going out of your way to help at Onigiri Miya as much as possible, promoting it everywhere life carried you, people from work starting to come out of habit. Atsumu sat there, watching in wonder and amazement how well you could fit into their family.

When Osamu deemed you officially a Miya, the flare up of your cheeks had Atsumu raise his eyebrows in surprise. Were you ..

“T-tsumu ..” you whispered, surprise and tears shaking completely the confident expression you always wore, a bit of mascara threatening to be smeared with every droplet that fell from the prettiest eyes he had ever witnessed. “Wh- are you - wh-”

“Marry me.” Atsumu barely said, voice coming out in shaky waves, chest heaving with anticipation as his knee was digging into hardwood floors, not a single breath being heard as everyone held it in. “I suck at speeches about feelings in front of others but I swear I love you so much it’s unbearable sometimes. God .. I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life. I want to see you dance naked in the kitchen every single morning until I give my last breath. I want to hear your laugh whenever I make a bad joke that makes no sense. I could have an entire arena empty at a match but if you’re there cheering for me I know I can conquer the world. I want a fucking family with you. Only you and nothing else for the rest of my entire life.”

“Yes.” the words flew out of your mouth instantly, not even a second passing since his last word. “Yes, Tsumu! God! Fucking yes!”

What a beautiful thing, right? Love that is. Comes rushing into one’s life, sweeps them off their feet and drives the car that leads hearts into the greatest adventure of their lives. Two souls intertwining into a dance of laughter, caring touches, soft kisses and deep desire, two hearts becoming one in a never ending stream of happiness. And to think that life would be easier if things would always turn the way we plan them. Why can’t fate carve itself out into stone and melt its existence into the perfect equation formed out of two people simply loving each other for who they are?

“I fucking hate you!” the scream bounced off the walls, crashing painfully on top of the broken pieces of a heart that stopped beating.

What would fate truly be if not a simple consumption for lonely hearts in search of a deeper, bigger meaning to life itself? What would happiness be if not a soothing touch when the tears had stopped falling? What would trust be if not the willingness to renounce loneliness? What would love be if not for all its majestic build up of twist and turns that makes up a heart?

The bright shine of the engagement ring perfectly fitting your finger was dimmed in comparison with the dark undereye bags. A year had passed since the night in which Atsumu Miya so proudly opened up his heart and accepted that you were the love of his life. A year, a span of time that was more than enough for life to unfold, for events to take place and for things to change. He defied anyone who ever said that he was unable to hold down a relationship, to fall in love, to love and be loved, to grow next to a woman and be his entire universe. Atsumu exceeded everyone’s expectations when he decided to marry you, to change your last name and plan for a future in which you would both grow old and wrinkly, pranking each other on your deathbeds. However, if it would ever be that simple, right?

Fame and money started following even more after becoming one of the top three Setters in the country, one of the few best volleyball players that was filling arenas to the brim, the name Miya falling out of everyone’s lips. There was no longer the same privacy from years back, photographed or followed at every corner, being called out on the street and adored by fans. Atsumu would’ve been lying saying he did not enjoy being in the spotlight. He always loved the feeling, all eyes on him and on no one else, recognized for all the hard work he had put the time in for. Your job as a Physician became even more demanding as soon as it was revealed that you were going to be Mrs. Miya. Trips, longer hours, projects, awards recipient. Name one and you probably were doing it.

Stress pressed heavily on both people absolutely mad in love with each other while unable to communicate anymore. It hurt and it brought nothing but frustration.

“Fucking talk to me!” the roar of a painful anger slashed through skins that were no longer as thicker as they used to be. “You can talk to him but not ME!”

The house became emptier, the bed colder and the silence heavier.

Atsumu found himself staring at the quiet kitchen in which you used to dance naked every single morning as, by now, you were long gone to work. Frustration bubbled to the surface, not knowing what to do anymore at this point. The overwhelming love that used to warm his heart was now burning, ravaging the insides of a man he did not recognize.

You were sitting on the comfy armchair that took the corner of your shared bedroom, chin resting on the knees while eyeing the bed in which you no longer wished to sleep. It was too empty, cold and foreign as if it never belonged to you and Atsumu. How much you hated what you two had become. Unable to talk to each other anymore, being constantly on different levels, disgustingly out of sync - him adoring the fame, you being proud of him for achieving it but despising it at the same time for the way it made Atsumu be, not capable of finding the same connection you so desperately clung to. The love that was having your soul hum a year ago was now screeching in pain inside your tired heart.

Atsumu was coming home at 4 am completely wasted every two days from being out with his boys or surfing through crowds of desperate fans, absorbing every bit of attention he could not get at home.

You were leaving for work at 5 am every single day, tears stinging a pair of hollow eyes that wanted nothing but the attention of the person that was almost never home.

Oh, how much you both hated what you have become.

“How could you?” you asked, trembling with anger and pain. “The old Atsumu Miya finally hits big. His greatest con.”

“Love ..” Atsumu whispered, completely ashamed out of his mind.

“HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” you roared in such a broken voice that had him drop to his knees, throwing the phone into his lap.

“Please ..” Atsumu begged quietly, unable to bring himself to look at the photograph that was brightly burning his face.

“LOOK AT IT!” you cried with desperation. “LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID TO US!”

There it was. The old Atsumu Miya. Lips wrapped around another’s while leaving a nightclub.

“I know, Atsumu!” he winced hearing you call him by the full name that hasn’t graced the walls of this house for years. “We had a hard year, we could not find the sync we used to have, we were unable to talk as before but .. BUT I NEVER EVEN BATTED AN EYELASH IN THE DIRECTION OF ANOTHER MAN! NOT ONCE!”

“I’m sorry ..” Atsumu said, tears streaming down his face, not moving an inch from the kneeling position - he had to beg for it, he had to show you that he was still yours despite everything. “I’m so fucking sorry! Please .. please ..”

“Please what?” you choked on the tears, back hitting the wall and sliding down on it as your legs could not support the heavy pain pressing on the shoulders. “I gave you absolutely everything I had. What did I did wrong? I pulled away from you when you were doing the same. That is my one fault. I should’ve reached for you.”

“No.” Atsumu sobbed, fists slamming against the floor. “You did everything as perfectly as always. I was weak, desperate for attention and cruel. Reveling in my own fame while you couldn’t breathe next to me.”

“I could’ve endured another year of this rather than ..” hoarse voice ripping from your throat while eyeing the phone. “.. that.”

“It didn’t mean a single thing.” he tried justifying something there was no point in even trying, knowing you already were aware of what he was about to say. “It didn’t felt the same, it didn’t gave me anything, it was a stranger and it did not mean a single fucking thing. I love you. Only you and no one else.”

“Don’t, please.” you crumbled again, dried up tears being washed away by the new hot and painful ones. “Don’t say you love me when no longer than 24 hours ago you were in between someone else’s legs .. and .. GOD! YOU CAME HOME IN BETWEEN MINE!”

“I love you.” Atsumu pushed, despite feeling how abruptly his life came to a stop right in that moment. “I love you! I love you! I FUCKING LOVE YOU!”

“I FUCKING LOVE YOU TOO!” you screamed, head hitting the wall with a never seen before anger. “I FUCKING LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WANT TO FORGIVE YOU!”

“Please .. please .. don’t ..” Atsumu winced, pool of tears gathered on the hardwood floor beneath him. “Don’t leave me.”

Twelve hours later and one month before the wedding, you moved out of the house bought in anticipation of being married and starting a family.

Thirteen hours later you were wrapped up in a blanket on Kuroo’s couch, eyes focused on the steam leaving the cup of tea he brewed for you.

Fifteen hours later Atsumu trashed the entire house and smashed against the wall your favorite mug.

Twenty-four hours later Shimizu, Kuroo, Kenma and Kageyama were handling phone calls to cancel the wedding while Noya boarded a plane with Shoyo.

Thirty hours later Osamu kept the restaurant closed for the day while he cooked for Meian, Kita, Sakusa and Suna while Atsumu was slumped on a bag of rice. Bokuto declined to come as he headed to see you.

Forty-eight hours later you fell asleep in Oikawa’s arms as he made a surprise appearance - genuine happiness graced your tired, pained features that lasted only 3 minutes.

“Keep it, lovely.” Osamu said on the phone, happy to see you chuckle at the adorable name, urging you to keep the ring that would’ve never looked good on someone else’s finger ever again. “Don’t be a stranger, yeah?”

“Never for you, Samu.” your voice cracked, him choosing to end the call before hearing the tears threatened to be spilled - promising himself to treat you to an amazing dinner he will personally deliver when Kuroo confirms you felt better and able to see the person that resembled Atsumu too much to be bearable.

A month later, on the day when the wedding was supposed to happen, you fell to your knees in the hallway, a scream of unbearable pain rupturing from your lungs. That night you fell asleep in Kuroo’s bed, safely protected by your best friend’s arms.

Two months later, Osamu came to visit, treating you and Kuroo to an amazing dinner where three simple friends laughed reminiscing about high school and discussing work - you started laughing sincerely again.

Four months later Atsumu could be seen bar hopping and leaving with different women every single night. The next never the same as the previous. He gave up commitment when you left his life.

Six months later you were smiling, working and finally becoming the Sports Medicine Physician every team wanted while apartment hunting in order to get out of Kuroo’s hair.

Seven months later Kuroo realized he never wanted for you to leave, your presence in his house being something he had wished for since high school. Yes, Atsumu Miya was right at some point in time - Tetsurō Kuroo had feelings for you. Yes, Tetsurō Kuroo never believed that Atsumu was the right man for you - wishful thinking I presume.

Eight months later, when you came with an apartment listing, he pleaded for you not to leave, asking to let him take care of you without anything else in between. You accepted.

Ten months later Atsumu was worse while you were flourishing. Still top of his game as never before, rage channeled into the sport he loved. After all, this was the only thing left for him to love. Full bed at night, empty in the morning. Unknown bodies piling up as he did not remember a single name but yours.

A year later Kuroo asked you out on a date after getting drunk one night out of pure fun and ending up kissing when he challenged you to prove that there were absolutely no feelings for him. Case in point, you failed.

A year and a half later your heart was mended, filled with love yet again, one more powerful than any felt before. A love that came up like fresh air when you felt like drowning. At the same time, Atsumu entered a hiatus and flew out of the country to find himself, to try and build himself back up to the man you taught him to be.

Two years later, while you and Kuroo were bickering over which color should the bedroom be painted in, Atsumu met someone new.

Now here they were, five years later, two hearts separated by the window of a coffee shop as the snow quietly coated Tokyo with its peaceful beauty. Atsumu made his way towards Onigiri Miya when the corners of his eyes caught sight of a familiar face. Heart jumped into his throat seeing the woman he never stopped loving sitting alone at a table while pushing a hair strand behind her ear.

You. You as beautiful as ever. You as light in your movements as all those years ago. You with shoulder-length hair and no makeup. Simply you.

Blood ran cold in Atsumu’s veins as he watched Tetsurō Kuroo bring two mugs and placing them on the table before sitting at it. His lips moved and you laughed.

Ah, that ever so musical laugh he adored hearing when you danced naked into the kitchen.

What came next caused a rush of pain to travel throughout Atsumu’s body, fingers clenching the material of the jacket covering his chest as a stinging sensation took hold of his heart.

Slender fingers ghosted over the softness of your cheeks, carefully tangling themselves into a loose haistrand, guiding it behind the ear in a slow motion. Lips parted to reveal that all too familiar pearly white smile that had the ability to daze every single living soul in a room, turning heads wherever it was seen and breaking hearts through its innocence. Your faintly blushing cheek leaned into his touch, eyes closed to absorb all the warmth and care provided in a tender moment, both slightly leaned in over the wooden table, yearning for closeness. Steamy mugs were witnesses to two people caught into the sweet spell of love, his eyes bearing nothing but adoration to the woman sitting before him.

Your own hand reached up to settle on top of his and that is when Atsumu noticed the failure of his entire life - two golden wedding rings, gleaming into the dimmed lights of the coffee shop. Tears pooled into his eyes, watching how lovingly you pressed a kiss into Kuroo’s palm as he smiled. Atsumu recognized the man’s gaze and smile all too well from the times he gave them out to you - pure love.

The ringing of a phone pulled him out of the trance, quickly answering the call.

“What?” Atsumu asked, annoyed, watching Kuroo placing his lips right on top of your wedding ring.

“You’re late.” Osamu sighed. “What are you doing?”

“I’m watching something.” Atsumu replied, voice almost cracking.

“What’s that?” his brother asked, obviously confused at the statement.

“My own failure as a man.” the reply came, broken and with disbelief.

Ending the call, Atsumu watched you and your husband laugh before pulling each other into a small, soft kiss. Kuroo stood, mugs empty, as he grabbed the jacket resting on the backrest of your chair and held it open. When you stood, that is when Atsumu realized how long he had been standing there, carefully watching a present that could have been his future.

There is nothing in life that fate leaves up to chance, a perfectly developed system that souls are yet to comprehend, as your eyes found his through the window. Past and present meshed together in between the two pairs of familiar eyes that found each other yet again. Memories rushed before them, laughter toning down the world surrounding the two, pure laughter as they danced into the living room on a music of their own.

Not a single flinch in sight, head cocked slightly to the side as a soft smile vibrated along the puffiness of your lips while Kuroo took the mugs to the wooden counter in the corner of the shop. There was no pain or anger, yearning or desire, sadness or frustration but there was something else left.

The all too familiar love both held for each other. Not the feverish, desperate and passionate love from all those years ago.

No. Not at all.

A love that was at peace, quiet even, tied into the threads of their own being and memorable beyond comprehension. It was about two hearts walking a path that was never going to lead them towards the same end.

That is the thing about life and how fate works behind the curtain - a mere string of events invisible to the innocent eye of a pure being, tossed and turned into a circle of life that is meant to be spent together, two halves of the same whole. However, not always the same two halves are meant to become one. That is what you and Atsumu came to realize while staring lovingly at each other through a glass that separated the past from the present. No erratic heartbeats in sight, no heaviness or pain, a simple yet swift closure came only five years later, managing to bring their hearts back into the sync that had been lost on that fateful day.

Atsumu was not him.

You were not her.

And despite all of that, despite everything that had happened, you were bound to each other for life, unable to forget the years and life that were shared. Two souls intertwined into a story where they had learned who they truly were, where they grew up together, walking hand in hand towards the futures that fit them better.

You both knew what everything had meant, even now while so close, yet so far, even with other people in your lives - you were the love of Atsumu’s life and he was yours.

Kuroo’s hands found their way on your shoulders, squeezing softly as a sign it was time to leave. You did not move right away and neither did Atsumu. Warmth, pride and genuine happiness pooled into the same eyes he used to adore, oh, so deeply. The corners of your mouth stretched a bit more upwards, fingers intertwining with your husband’s and a silent thank you was offered through the simplicity of your eyes - forever grateful to the man that taught you how to love.

Atsumu nodded briefly and took a step back, shoved his hands into the pockets of the jacket and smiled, a playful wink being returned - thank you for everything, he silently spoke. As you nodded once right back, both understanding each other without the need of a single word, a genuine smile stretched out the features of Atsumu Miya, turning around and making his way towards Osamu’s restaurant.

After all this time in which he had felt completely lost, Atsumu became himself again - the man you taught him to be.

Both of you were loved and, despite not sleeping in each other’s arms tonight, an undeniable peace embraced your hearts.

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skvvzy · 2 years

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Sweet dreams

Pairing Atsumu x you

Summary || atsumu has been having the worst week, so he’ll just sleep to leave his problems but when a certain friend shows up in that dream he realizes he wishes it wasn’t just a dream ||

Authors note || this was inspired by my friend who told me about a dream she had with this gymnastics girl and she wanted me to credit as “Dulces dream” ( this has also been in my draft for like 3 weeks ) feel free to tell me about any grammar mistakes this was also kinda rushed so I do apologize ||

As atsumu looks out the window to see the sunset and pink clouds trying to ignore the sounds of samus clicking on his phone and the noisy train. All he can think about is sleep, goodness the rough week he’s been threw, the only thing he craves is rest.

This week has been nothing but shit to him starting from Monday waking up late and getting scolded by his teacher. Then Tuesday he forgot he had to do a test and forgot to study for it because he was busy practicing his serves that evening. Wednesday where he got that same test back and luckily barely got a passing grade but got scolded by Kita for not putting studies first. Thursday stupid samu severed the ball at his face, it was enough of a hit to give him a bloody nose and for suna to get it on camera. Finally Friday it was a normal day luckily woke up in time, no test, no scoldings or hit in the face but man was he tired the thought of resting and forgetting about the week or just taking a break and not having to think about getting ready for practice or the embarrassing things that happened this week.

Finally walking into the house where him and samu take their shoes off by the front door setting their bags down. It was kinda late and dinner looked like it had been made but tsumu wasn’t hungry he wasn’t anything, he felt nothing but exhaustion. He shuffled to the bathroom to take a shower, brush his teeth and then go to his and samus shared bedroom. He flopped onto the top bunk releasing a big sigh, he quickly got comfy in his sheets when….

You, you? Why are you here? tsumu quickly looked to where he was, on his desk? at school? head rising from his crossed arms. Did he fall asleep in class? Why is he even in class? He could see samu and suna both laughing and giggling at him. And you where hovering next to him “ tsumu you okay, you slept the entire class.” His heart racing your so close and your look of concern it made his heart melt. Atsumu has had a crush on you for a while now ever since he first met you at the beginning of the year when he sat next to you because well, you seem interesting. He thought that you were cool and fun to be around he only thought of you as a friend untill after a couple weeks of getting to know you he started acting different. His heart racing when he knew he had next period with you, or when you got a little to close his cheeks would burst into a dark shade of pink, he only noticed these things when osamu pointed them out. It took atsumu a hot minute to really In grave that omg he likes likes you and he’s been wanting to tell you for quite some time but, something’s been holding him back. What? What was it? Was it maybe the fact you would reject him? Or maybe the fact that he’s scared you would think of him differently? No, you aren’t like that,

But god just from the way you slowly move the strand of hair from his face to look at him he really did think he was gonna die. He thought he was seeing a bright light and it was either you or the heavenly gates, (he suppose that both are the same)

But when he slowly rose from his seat to grab his bag a slight pink blush appeared on his face when you grabbed the end of his uniform sleeve lightly. He looked away to notice suna and samu where gone without a trace. Where did they go? His attention was soon taken when you pulled him out of class “ hey tsumu it’s already the end of the day we should head home.” You soon grab his hand intertwining fingers with a smile. Omg your smile, what a Beautiful smile a smile he hopes he can see every day, one he can wake up to every morning- “ I’ll walk home with you today and you should get some rest at home, maybe eat something too. Can’t have you dying before your game next week.” You giggle, your little giggle was one that makes him bubbly and stupidly smile.

As the train soon left the station you and him sat next to eachother barely anyone around just a couple of elderly and few people that looked like they came from work. But the only person he could focus on was you the way you held his hand in your lap staring at the window to see the pink clouds. He felt at peace in this moment. you slowly lay your head on his shoulder closing your eyes, he shortly falls after laying the side of his head at the top of yours when he thought was this real? He suddenly becomes aware of his surroundings again to see no one is here the people who once sat in the seats no longer seemed to have even existed on the train. But you where still here. Shortly atsumu was pulled from his thoughts when you raise your head to look at him. His hand still in your lap with yours laying sweetly on his. You look at him and your eyes where the only ones that could put him in a trance, a look so filled with love, you where the only person atsumu has ever loved like this you where the only person atsumu would count every star in galaxy for if it meant you where happy. Soon taken from his imagination when he felt your hand let go of his and rest it on the side of his cheek pulling him into a kiss. He closed his eyes letting himself sink into your love his hand resting on your waist and onto the back of your neck. He’s never kissed anyone so when he felt your soft lips touch his He felt like he was in clouds, is this what it feels like to be with an angel it’s soft peaceful even. But when you pulled away it felt empty, you looked at him and said your final words

“goodmorning love.”

What?

He opened his eyes only to be met with a blurry figure on top of his left side. “god is that you”

“ no idiot it’s not god, get your ass up we have practice this weekend remember.”

Atsumu soon sees he’s staring at his beast of a brother and he realized it was a dream. You, that kiss, holding your hand, it was nothing but just a fake world his brain made up.

“Fuck” he whispers to himself as he gets up from his sheets. If only dreams where real.

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luvingtsumu · 14 days

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( MIYA ATSUMU X FEM!READER )

after finding out about a ‘pheromones’ perfume thanks to tiktok, you decided to try it with your boyfriend, thinking it probably wouldn’t work. but it definitely did.

content— smut, established relationship, car sex, grinding, public sex, timeskip!atsumu, vaginal penetration, creampies.

author’s note— not my best work i think. and i should be sleeping. i have classes tomorrow. i rather die.

After a long day at work, you decided to go pick up your boyfriend after his night with the boy’s from his team. Around 10:00 pm you arrived to the location where he was, parking a few blocks away since there wasn’t any space close to the restaurant.

You looked down at your bag and remembered the perfume that you bought. A pheromone perfume that was supposed to attract your partner or something like that, you didn’t remember; a smile appeared on your face as you reached for it.

You had your doubts about the product, but you didn’t missed anything trying it, so that’s what you did, you applied the perfume and waited for Atsumu to arrive.

He got to the car after some minutes, opening the door and smiling as he saw you.

“Hey, doll.” he got into the passenger seat and threw his gym bag to the backseat before he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“Hey.” you smiled when you felt his lips against your skin “How was your day?”

“It was goo—” he suddenly stopped talking, a confused frown on his face as he leaned in again “Good, it was good…”

You watched him lean into your neck, taking small sniffs; you chuckled “What?”

“I dunno, ya smell good…” he planted a kiss on your jaw, shifting on the seat so he could be as close to you as he could.

“Yeah? Is a new perfume I bought.” you felt him burying his face on your neck “You like it?”

“Yeah, yeah.” he took a deep breath and leaned back onto his seat, clearing his throat “It smells so good.” his hand went to your thigh, squeezing as many flesh fit on his palm.

You laughed “So, let’s go?” he nodded, keeping his eyes on you your lips.

“Ya look gorgeous today.” he mentioned before you could start the car “I mean, always, but today yer shinin’.”

He raised his hips to arrange himself on his seat before he leaned to your neck again “‘m sorry, but ya actually smell so good.” he groaned “What’s this?”

Your cheeks got warm as he left small kisses on your neck, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh.

“Oh god.” he whispered against your skin, nibbling softly.

“‘tsumu—” you felt him licking your neck “Ew!” you wrinkled your nose, placing your hand on his cheek to push his face away.

He let out a low chuckle as he got back into his seat, his hand went to grab the bulge on his pants, sighing.

“God, ya drive me crazy.” he mumbled, turning to look at you, his pupil dilated as ever, his pretty brow eyes now darkened by something you knew very well. Lust.

“What’s with you?” your lips curled up, your lower lip going in between your teeth.

“‘m goin’ crazy fer ya.” he smirked “Ya smell so good.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s somethin’.” he grabbed your cheek and pulled you towards him “Doll, ya have no idea how hard I am.” he brushed his lips against yours.

He gently took your hand, moving it towards his pants, making you palm him over his clothes.

“You’re shameless, ‘tsumu.” you sighed against his lips, your eyes going from his face to see your own hand grabbing his erect cock under his clothes.

“‘m weak, my love. ‘m just a boy ‘nd yer a gorgeous woman.” he smiled “Ya smell fuckin’ good.” he mumbled before his lips crashed into yours.

You kissed him back, how could you deny him that?

He let free your hand, his other hand going to raise your skirt, reaching for your clit over your panties, making you gasp as you separated from the kiss.

“Atsumu.” you looked at him, scolding him with your eyes, knowing he couldn’t care less.

“Yer doin’ things to me, can’t blame me.” he leaned in and kissed the exposed skin from your shoulders “I can’t wait ‘till we get home…”

You gulped, feeling your own warmth grow in between your legs. Usually he had more self control, and he was aware he couldn’t fuck you in public, even if he wanted to— many times. But right now it looked like he didn’t cared at all.

“You’re not thinking about doing it here, are you?”

“I can’t help it.” he removed his hand from your thighs and raised his head to look at you in the eyes.

He sat straight on his seat, moving it back, creating more room in the car “Yer in or out?” he looked at you with a soft look and his lips curled.

You started this, you couldn’t complain now.

“I hate it when you look at me like that.” you said before jumping onto his lap “I can’t resist you.”

A moan escaped his lips when your legs wrapped around him, his hands going to your hips before they traveled down, gripping your butt.

“God, yer so beautiful.” he muttered as he began to grind against you, groaning.

Your arms wrapped around his neck and started moving your hips too, matching his.

He buried his face on your neck again, breathing all your delicious scent as he began to trail down your neck with sloppy open-mouthed kisses before gently nibbling on it.

“Yer so pretty...So irresistible.” he cooed, letting out a long sigh.

Soft moans escaped your lips as his throbbing cock pushed on your clit over the layers of clothing, he pushed his hips up making you bite your lips in pleasure.

You could cum from this, and to be honest he could too. You were driving him insane and if he didn’t went inside of you he might just ruin his favorite shorts.

“Fuck, baby, just want to fuck ya.” he groaned, raising his hips before quickly taking down his shorts, a big bulge on his tight underwear.

You sighed and he laughed softly “Gettin’ hungry? Yer lookin’ at my dick as if ya didn’t had it inside of ya yesterday.” he smirked, taking off his underwear.

“Oh, you’re not the one to talk, ‘tsumu.” you rolled your eyes, he bit his lip.

“Yer so damn right.” he pushed your skirt up until his hand reached your panties, he moved them aside and ran one finger through your pussy “So wet.” he mumbled, feeling himself getting harder.

You were gonna open your mouth to tell him to shut up when so suddenly you felt all his length going inside of you in one go.

“Shit!” you whined, your head falling on his shoulder.

“‘m sorry, doll, sorry.” he rubbed your back before he started pushing inside of you, desperately searching for your warmth.

His hand wrapped around your hair, stroking it and pulling it back, making you expose your neck so he could bury himself on it.

He bit and sucked your skin, wanting to leave marks everywhere possible. You smelled so good, it was intoxicating and it was driving him crazy.

His thrusts were fast but they never failed to reach the best places. Usually he took his time teasing you, but right now it seemed like all his self control had disappeared.

“Fuck. Ya have no idea of how much I love ya.” he whimpered, his pace only getting faster, your skins clapping against each other.

You felt his teeth dig on that soft spot where your neck and shoulders connected, you moaned embarrassingly loudly, and hoped no one heard you.

The car seat squeaked under you, but you couldn’t hear it over Atsumu’s grunts and moans.

“My god, ‘tsumu.” you moaned, gripping his shoulders.

“Yes. Keep sayin’ my name like that.” he groaned, his movements became more urgent “‘m just there, doll, wait for me.”

You felt your own orgasm building up, and Atsumu had stopped kissing your skin long ago, he was just buried on your neck, panting as he pounded into you.

“Say that ya love me.” he mumbled, barely hearable “Please.”

“I love you, ‘tsumu.” you moaned, hand wrapping around his blonde locks of hair “I love you so much.”

He moaned out loud, gripping your waist hard enough to probably leave a bruise “‘m gonna cum inside ya, baby. Yeah. Fill ya up? Yer gonna look so pretty drippin’ with my cum, don’t ya think?”

You nodded frenetically, but you weren’t even sure if he saw you or felt you nodding.

His teeth dug onto your skin as he came inside of you, rubbing your clit to make sure you came too.

Both of you were panting, quietly enjoying of each other’s warmth. Atsumu rubbed circles on your back and planted kisses on your neck murmuring about how much he love you and how good you smelled.

God bless that perfume.

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yandere-sins · 3 months

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Do you think the miya twins would ever "mess around" with their darling at the same time? Ik they usually don't touch her like that unless they have her to themselves. Idk, I think it'd be fun to have the two crazies fighting over her as they have sex.

Oh yeah, totally!

[Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content]

Osamu is gracious, almost lenient. He knows Atsumu needs his alone time with you after a hard day of training, to celebrate his victory, or to just shut him up for a while. Having you bounce on his cock until he's satisfied is sure to knock Atsumu out for a while, as he'll be sleeping like a baby after a good fuck. And, to be honest, Osamu doesn't always want to deal with his brother's whining because you moaned the "wrong" name or because you've been kissing Osamu for too long. He just wants to be concentrating on your and his pleasure, knowing his brother can get off just fine by slamming into you but Osamu likes taking his sweet time. Also, Osamu is fully aware that his presence and extra stimulation could overwhelm you (although he enjoys that).

Regardless, that means he'll be the one to back off 7 out of 10 times, whisking you away after Atsumu is done for some fun in the bathtub and to help clean you up. Or he enjoys the rare time he has alone with you, bending you over the kitchen counter or taking you into the twin's room for somewhere more comfortable. There's also the delayed gratification in listening to your moans coming from the other room while he's cooking, his cock throbbing and waiting for his own chance of release that Osamu so likes. And he really likes being the one to pick up the you in pieces that Atsumu leaves behind, making sure you know he's the one to rely on in this weird relationship.

But there are times it can't be helped. I mean, look at you; how can anyone resist you?!

Surely not those two!

It's mostly when Osamu and you are getting frisky, and Atsumu comes home too early and catches you. He really has no shame, and there will be an unoccupied spot he can squeeze himself into. There's so much excitement in his eyes when he sees you, already hot and heavy, dazed, crying, or otherwise deliciously pleasured, and he can't help himself from asking you if you're enjoying his brother's dick and if you want to feel even better. He'll be so vocal about how pretty you are and how well you are taking Osamu's cock. How you'll be able to fit one more and take Atsumu as well, looking absolutely brilliant like this. If your mouth isn't occupied, Atsumu will make you tell him all about how you're feeling, asking you to say where his brother is making you feel good and apply some more stimulation that Osamu might have missed. Atsumu is always a little rougher with you, but he knows where to twist and pull to make your back arch, and he's the best when it comes to praising and degrading you, depending on what you need at that moment. And he knows. He always knows where you're itching to be touched, and if not, he'll make you tell him, kiss you feverishly when you speak up, and do everything you need him to do.

The twins might nag a bit at each other, but you know better than anyone that their teamwork is dreamwork. If they get together, you'll be drowning in pleasure until you no longer feel like the trapped darling you are. They'll make you feel like you belong. Like you are their lover and as if you want to be their bitch, chasing just one more height. The two of them are as addicting and devastating as drugs, but you'll never find anyone who knows your body better. Who's touch will make you cry from joy and who controls you from your thoughts to your orgasm, allowing you to let go of any worry or fear.

Although more rare, there are also times when Osamu joins you and Atsumu. Interestingly, Atsumu does give out an invitation every time Osamu walks in on you and his brother cock-deep inside you. It might be a jest, but Atsumu is unpredictable and mischievous in that way, and Osamu, too, can't resist his pretty darling, writhing and moaning in front of him, desperately in need of his attention. (It's what he tells himself, at least.) Sometimes, it's enough to watch you and his brother go at it as he jerks himself off, but on the very good days, Osamu will do anything to worship you, putting your pleasure before his, especially after seeing his brother rough you up. Isn't it nice of him to kiss all those bites and scratches? Osamu's hands can be so amazing as they dance across your skin, leaving trails of his touch from one hickey to another that make you gasp while his palms almost seem to burn when they settle. You'll want to nod and confirm any of his questions because you know he'll treat you to mind-breaking stimulation when you do. Of course you'll suck his fingers, push out your tongue for him and let him play with your hair as he rearranges you into new positions, making you feel things even deeper to the point both you and Atsumu are trembling and moaning.

Having the full attention of one twin can be exhausting or quite one-sided. But once you have both, you'll start to forget that you never wanted any of this.

Because in those moments, you'll only want more.

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junosmindpalace · 3 months

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SHE WANTS YOU!

🎧 you’re proud to be my man, and i won’t let you go!

synopsis: they just can't see what a particular fangirl of theirs is trying to do...with the msby 4!

content: litte bits of insecure reader and little bit of clueless msby. but fears are put to rest. fluffy. casual intimacy. they are Smitten & loyal bfs

total wc: 4k

BOKUTO: Kotaro has always been good at handling difficult people. It just wasn’t in his nature to think the worst of them, and he handles even intentional malice by interpreting it as genuine questions or comments that needed a response to. And so he’d reflect and answer honestly how he felt, and that was often times enough to shut those kinds of people down.

Even the seemingly most malicious kinds of people Bokuto eagerly approached in a friendly manner and treated as a close friend. That, of course, included his fans.

He's always been one to enjoy basking in the limelight, being praised for his strengths and acknowledged for his easy going attitude. It was a great bolster to his self-esteem; he loved the people, and boy did they love him.

It’s because of Kotaro’s easy going attitude that made forming a relationship with him very easy.

Boundaries can become more easily crossed, but Kotaro doesn’t have very many, which only encourages fans to attempt to see just how far they can tread over the line before they’re pushed back on the other side of it.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with fan interactions, especially on your end; your heart swelled when you saw the ways his fans supported him and how much joy your boyfriend took in connecting with them. Their support meant just as much as his love for the sport he plays.

But there’s one fan you just can’t help but get a bad feeling from.

It’s more instinctive than anything, but the fact that you’re a little too familiar with her doesn’t sit right with you. She's somehow managed to catch Bokuto at all his events, and talk with him outside of matches before he's due to depart from the arena. She's always eager to catch him, even at the very last second, but since it’s Bokuto, he has no qualms, and happily stays to chat for a couple of minutes before the coach insists the team needs to get a move on.

And then she’d start to slowly up the physical touch, from brushing her hand against his skin while reaching for something for him to sign, to fully grasping his arm as she laughs at something he said.

You knew he wouldn’t believe you at first when you brought up your concerns.

“Really? I mean, I don't blame her for coming back for more; I'm awesome! But she’s only a fan!”

This one particular person you had a bad feeling about was not exempted from your boyfriend's goodwill, despite over time becoming more obvious with her intentions. Eventually, she began treating him like an old friend with some underlying feelings.

“I don't think she has bad intentions.” he’d answer honestly in response to your concern. Of course, Bokuto doesn’t want to believe that this nice fan of his has an underlying agenda with her eager conversations, but he can at least see that the situation has been stressing you out with each reluctant drop of the subject, lip jutted out as if not fully soothed by his reassurance.

She’s there in the crowd again, and you know that after the game, no matter the outcome, she’ll go looking for your boyfriend as he sticks around for a couple of interviews to conclude the day, and you dread it. The game goes smoothly, with Kotaro in perfect form, something you know he wasn’t able to achieve very often back in his high school days, and you can’t help but marvel sometimes at the amount of progress he’s made.

When the Jackals eventually file out of the gym after their triumphant win, you make a beeline for each other. He quickly runs to meet you halfway in one of the halls, caught up in his adrenaline high from the game as he wraps his arms around your waist and spins you off the ground. He’s sweaty, and how he still has energy is beyond you, but you don’t care and immediately reciprocate the affection, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Did you see me? Did you see how amazing I was out there?” he badgers excitedly as he puts you down, and you nod with a grin.

“You did so good, Ko! That spike in the final set was—“

“Kotaro! You were incredible!”

Your grip on his forearms immediately tighten, and the two of you both look over your shoulder to see her jogging up to the two of you with a breathless laugh.

“As always, of course. I knew you’d be able to power through their defense!”

“Well, not always.” Bokuto let’s out a little laugh and peeks from the corner of his eye at your tense smile. She seems to take notice as well, and hers only widens.

“Give yourself more credit,” she scoffs playfully. “I noticed even in this game that you—“

“I appreciate the kind words, but I can’t stay to chat.” he smiles at her, wide and genuine, and you look down in surprise when you feel his arm wrap around you, his hand squeezing your shoulder as he brings you to his side.

“My partner here is treating me to a celebratory meal!”

The two of you both blink in surprise at his words. Typically no matter how crowded his schedule, he always spares a couple of minutes to chat.

“Oh, well… I suggest this one sushi place nearby. I can pull up the location!”

“That's alright! Y/N already promised to take me to one of my favorite places. It was nice seeing you again!”

And with that, he takes your hand and drags you off with a bounce in his step and a smile still plastered on his face.

There isn’t a single indication that any of his words were fake or had a malicious undertone meant to humiliate her. Only that he was vocal in that he prioritized you over her.

You gave him a teasing smile. “So, when did I say I'd be treating you?”

“You mean you won’t?!” he whips his head toward you with a heartbroken expression, as if having fully expected that you’d reward him for his incredible performance.

“No, no, of course I will. Anything you want.” you grinned, bumping his shoulder as his grip on your hand tightened and his smile widened, and he continued to boast about how great his plays were.

He later posts a message of thanks to his fans for all the support he received for the match on his socials with a photo of the two of you enjoying your meals. You can now be confident that no other fan will be testing their luck with his boundaries any time soon.

MIYA: Atsumu is solely focused on himself. On his plays. On sharpening his skill. On having his fun.

And, of course, on you.

Atsumu, as much as it has been stereotyped for him, is not one to look for validation in his fans. Whether they’re a fangirl or an old man in the stands who's watched the game all his life, he does not care for their criticisms nor their compliments. The only people he at all considers feedback from is his coach, his brother, and you. That doesn’t mean he’s immune to what they say about each one of his plays, however. He gets down when the commentators call out a bad play, and pumped when the stadium roars with cheers for him.

But because of this sort of suave personality of his, people fit him into the mould of a playboy. And because he has such high expectations of the people around him, people have assumed that he had high expectations of his romantic partners as well.

Someone rich, someone famous, someone absolutely drop dead gorgeous. That was who the majority of Atsumu's fans assume is his criteria for a partner. And so, when he’s spotted out with a celebrity he’s been working closely with for a modeling partnership, one that happens to exceed all of those expectations, it’s no surprise that dating rumors regarding the two of them being in secret kahoots start to circulate among not only their individual fanbases, but the sports community as well.

Multiple comments claiming the encounters to be a “soft launch” made your eye twitch as you encountered them under related posts. You couldn’t help but sometimes find yourself laughing at those who insist that it’s obvious they’re in love with one another.

Perhaps the celebrity he’s been hanging with was in love with him, as she hasn’t been the least bit shameless in expressing her admiration and adoration for your boyfriend, but Atsumu had not the slightest bit of romantic interest for her. You knew through his exasperated rants about her being difficult and obnoxious. But, of course, nobody else knew.

Still, he works with her for quite a bit of time. And though you know Atsumu isn’t the type to be disloyal, certainly not toward you, you can’t help but let the rumors get to your head sometimes, and in turn an insecurity manifests in the form of an ache in your chest or a lump in your throat. It doesn't help the fact that this celebrity is constantly posting her time with him online, and “playfully” validating comments that ship the two of them together.

He tells you to get off of social media when you get down about the situation. It just isn’t worth the mental torture; and besides, their relationship is strictly professional. It's the only reason why she’s so friendly. For a man who loves to bask in whatever praise he’s given, he sure seems oblivious to the very obvious clues she’s been dropping him. He has to believe it’s strictly the guise of accomplishing successful business.

Still, it’s not like you make a conscious decision to go against his words and subject yourself to further irritation and insecurity. You couldn’t help yourself; you knew very well that, compared to her, you were a nobody. You couldn’t compete with everything she had.

You slowly started to agree with the comments who argued that they should get together; they do look pretty good together, they are extremely compatible. And above all else, she could probably support him way better than you ever could. You swear to yourself you don’t feel jealous, bitter, petty--not in the slightest.

But the sour expression Atsumu comments on one evening while the two of you lounge on your couch as you yet again scroll through comments claiming your boyfriend would suit someone not like you has you reflecting otherwise.

“What’s with the look? Reading the news?”

“Mm.” Is your vague reply, eyes not peeling away from the screen in front of you. Atsumu’s curiosity grows, and he raises an eyebrow.

“What’s it say?”

A moment of silence between the two of you as you continue scrolling. When you finally process the question and silence, you inhale sharply and finally look up at him, closing your phone and setting it on the coffee table beside you. “No, it’s nothing. Just something online.”

“Ugh. Don’t tell me you’ve been scrolling through those comments again.”

You shoot him a glare at his insensitivity, but also at how quickly he was to figure it out. The sour look on your face has become synonymous with that topic that Atsumu could easily recognize as the source of your frustration.

“Fine. I won’t tell you.”

He groans as he collapses on top of you, closing his eyes and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You grunt in pain at the sudden weight, and still annoyed from his previous comment, you try to pry his face away, which only makes Atsumu stubbornly latch even harder onto you. “Atsumu!”

“I told you, those people have no idea what they’re talking about. She’s insufferable.”

“I know.”

It’s a statement, but the sad tone in which you say it makes Atsumu’s heart sink. He opens his eyes and tilts his head to look up at you, chin digging into the side of your arm. “You’re way prettier.”

You roll your eyes. “Thanks.”

“And your place is nicer. And your food is tastier. And your humor is better than hers.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you feel your heart lighten a little at his attempts at picking you up, and Atsumu feels his own growing lighter, too. “Don’t tell Osamu about the food thing.”

“Oh, no, his is still better than yours.”

“Of course it is.” You reply back as if it were hardly a matter that needed to be debated.

Atsumu was good at this; making you smile, making you laugh, making you feel loved and wanted. It didn’t take long for him to stomp on the insecurities that managed to manifest in your heart in order to lessen their load on you. He wouldn’t stand for his partner to feel inadequate compared to someone else, especially since Atsumu chose you. You and your wit, your kindness, your passion, your talent, your everything.

He stays over that night as he often does, and he knows he really shouldn’t do this, but the people he cares about came before anything else. And what’s the worst it could do, really?, responding to a couple of comments?

Needless to say that Atsumu’s replies talking you up about how great you are under his shippers’ comments make headlines on news articles the next day--and show the world just who his heart truly belongs to regardless of who you were.

HINATA: Much about him is different, upgraded. His technical skill has immensely bolstered since his high school days. He's able to pull off more in games; impressive feats achieved by his lightning quick reflexes and speed, once aiding him in his high school signature quick now aiding him in setting and receiving, sharpened by his intense training in the South. Even his physique is different; still shorter than most players you’d encounter in the realm of volleyball, but he’s grown a few inches and packed muscle all around. If that wasn’t enough proof of his hard work, his tan surely gave away just how much he dedicated himself to the sport with all the time he spent out in the sun training.

All of these things, along with his impressive performance on the court, have made Shoyo Hinata quite popular, and not simply for what people used to cheer him on for; being the underdog, or one half of a fearsome duo. His journey as a player aided him in his career, and all on his own has he established himself as an indomitable force.

People admire him for that. You admire him for that. You couldn’t blame the people who were so amazed and star stricken by him; how could you when you were as well?

But sometimes it went overboard, and sometimes it seemed like you were the only person who took notice. Sometimes this one sided observation was accidental; he’s too absorbed in his game; in the blood rushing to his ears, in the thrill of a good game-- that he just doesn’t notice. Sometimes you purposely keep the observation one-sided; these kinds of fans are inevitable, and the rational part of you knows they won’t compromise your relationship by any means.

There's one enthusiastic interviewer that’s a fan of Shoyo’s, and that he’s very friendly with; as he is with all of them. But this one in particular has managed to latch onto him because of it. You see her and her crew at every one of his games, big or small, and always openly expresses her very immense love for the sport; and for him.

Of course, Shoyo only understands “volleyball”, and you know that he’s always been giddy over being shown on the front covers or interviewed online, and so he’s always eager to accept a conversation with her, especially since she’s so friendly and knowledgeable.

iIt’s late in yours and Shoyo’s apartment when they run the interviews and live games from a big game earlier that season. As they start to discuss the Black Jackals, you call for him over your shoulder in the kitchen, where he’s preparing dinner.

“Sho, hurry, it’s starting!”

You can hear the increased urgency in his movements, but they die out as you watch one of his interviews from a very familiar news channel come onto screen. Your boyfriend, from hours earlier, stares happily at the interviewer behind the lens.

“Your skill and strength was absolutely incredible in this game- as it always is. You were also very impressive in high school, you must’ve been really popular—especially with the girls.”

You felt your smile drop slightly, not even hearing the curses coming out of Shoyo’s mouth as he fumbled around in the kitchen.

The Shoyo on screen chuckled and rubbed his neck. “Oh, no, not really. Many didn’t even believe I was a starter!”

“Oh, that’s me!” Present Shoyo struggling with your food calls out excitedly from behind the kitchen wall.

“I know!” you laugh over your shoulder, and you recognize the interviewer’s also intermingling with yours, which only makes your irritation grow.

“You’re so impressive though, especially now! I'm sure there isn’t a single person out there who wouldn’t want to be with you.”

You could feel a vein in your head pop and your eye twitch, but you were caught off guard by on- screen-Shoyo’s next words.

“Well, I wouldn’t really know; I have an amazing partner who I'm always looking at, so if there were, I wouldn't have noticed!” he laughed, and it’s so sincere that your heart flutters at the honesty behind it.

“Ohh, that’s so sweet.” you hear the interviewer speak again, and you laugh at the significantly less cheer in her voice. “They must all envy—?“

“Y/N!” he interrupts to introduce you with a cheerful nod. “Yeah, I'm not sure. I know I used to envy their admirers.” he reflects with a short laugh. “But they’re truly my biggest supporter, and always put up with my schedules and drills. There’s one drill in particular actually—“

He goes back to droning on about the subject at hand, about his volleyball training and how it impacted his performance in the game, but by the time Shoyo from behind the kitchen wall finally arrives into the living room, the main spokesperson has moved on to discussing other players and matches.

“Aw, did I miss it?” Shoyo cries disappointedly as he speeds into the room, sliding your plate down on the coffee table in front of you and taking a seat beside you on the couch with his own.

You grin at him, mind still on his words from before and you nudged him. “Took you long enough.”

“You could’ve helped.” he grumbles and you kiss his cheek sympathetically with a small sorry, and from the way he brightens and his cheeks tint pink, you can tell you’re immediately forgiven.

And as he gushes in awe of the other players’ highlights and interviews, a small part of you can’t help but think back on his words and feel a little smug with yourself when you also remember the interviewer’s awkward disposition after he had brought you up. You can’t help but be comforted to know that the innocent mention of you was not only a reminder to her, but to those like her, that his heart was fully committed to you and only you.

SAKUSA: If there was one aspect of Sakusa’s career he particularly disliked, it was the fans.

It was evident that he couldn’t care less about the fame he had or the things people were willing to do for him or had to say about him (unless they were directly interfering with his life), and you couldn’t help but feel some sort of relief to know Kiyoomi would not spare a single glance at some of his more fiercely devoted fans.

Yet of course, your problem had to lie outside of that realm.

Your problem was not an avid fan, who had the circumstances of a parasocial relationship to comfort you, but a colleague of Kiyoomi’s whom the Jackals worked pretty closely with; and happened to be quite a fan of your boyfriends.

You felt bad getting worked up over something so petty, but her persistence in trying to extend her relationship with Sakusa into something friendlier couldn’t help but sound off alarm bells in your head. You already knew that your boyfriend had a million other nuisances to deal with, and you had no intention of adding onto that list with your selfishness and unjustified uneasiness, especially when you knew your boyfriend had strict boundaries he wouldn’t compromise for anyone.

Well, almost anyone.

She was shamelessly unprofessional at times, attempting to emulate your affectionate behavior towards him in hopes that she’ll receive the same sort of submissive response that only you could get out of him.

Your boyfriend, for the sake of keeping good business, tolerated the over-friendliness, and saw it as nothing more than an attempt at trying to seem more casual and easy going in a business setting.

You’ve attempted to subtly bring up your discomfort at times when she got too out of hand for your liking, typically when the two of you were in the car or lounging around at home. You’d ask his thoughts about her behavior or her personality, to which he respond with something that amounted to the conclusion that: “she’s just doing her job.”

She’s tagged along on one of the away games that you so happen to also be coming along on. She's been quite enthusiastic on sharing her research on the area they’re staying in to him, and she doesn’t spare a single detail as he prepares to head out for the day.

“--and apparently the food in this area is extremely good. Everyone says that you can’t visit without trying it. There’s this restaurant in particular not too far from the training center! I’m sure I can get the two of us reservations before we--”

“Why would we do that?” he asks suddenly, obviously already irritated by her incessant conversation, turning toward her with a frown.

Her expression is one of shock and slight embarrassment for a moment before she recollects herself.

“Just…you know, to sample the cuisine!”

“Is it business related?”

Again, blunt and to the point, the woman needs a moment before she responds.

“Well--”

“My partner and I have plans while we’re in the area. You can talk to my manager about scheduling a meeting regarding any matters you have to discuss. I've already discussed with them my availability.”

You start to approach him as he finishes setting the remainder of his gear into his training bag, and the woman yet again tries to recollect herself after suddenly being met with the fact that Kiyoomi was already taken. He looks up at you waiting for him by the gymnasium doors, and doesn’t even spare the woman a single glance or wave before making his way over.

He bumps your shoulder as he strides in step with you, mumbling “let’s get out of here.” and then “are your hands clean?”

And when you mumble a yeah in response, he reaches down to take one in his, intertwining your fingers and leaving just enough room for the woman watching your backs to be able to see the rare show of affection.

You’re caught off guard by the sudden pda, and glance over your shoulder, then back at him in confusion. He feels your quizzical gaze on him and sighs exasperatedly. “She wasn’t just doing her job…”

You couldn’t help but hum a little pleased with yourself, puffing out your chest a little when you realized that she didn’t get her way, and squeeze his hand a little tighter. He shoots you a look at you a little with a roll of his eyes and squeezes back. “We’re going back to the room.”

“Actually, I heard there was a really nice restaurant around here. I was thinking of trying to get us reservations.”

He stared down at your eager smile and bright eyes and found his resolve waning the longer he did so. He turned his gaze back toward the front. “Okay. Room first, though.”

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theantichrists-blog · 11 months

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You giving head under the table

!!! NSFW !!!

Shoyo Hinata:

- - > He blushes so much at you

- - > ULTIMATE SUB

- - > he’s somewhat vocal, he likes to whimper with his hand over his face

- - > If he gets cocky he will push your head down further

- - > “Y-y/n- G-od you feel so good” he responds, letting some moans spill out of his lips as he tries to keep his mouth shut

- - > he stutters a lot, most people could tell what’s going on

- - > he has a habit of tilting his head back

Tobio Kagayama:

- - > He blushes so much at your action and instantly places a hand on your head, ruffling his fingers through your hair so he has control

- - > “B-Boke!” he says while trying to hold back his moans

- - > his eyes like to roll back

- - > He isn’t very vocal until you lick the bottom of his dick

- - > he loves to push your head down but if you ask him not to he won’t

- - > Dom unless you can get to tease him but if you do that’s your grave your digging

Kei Tsukishima:

- - > He has a bad habit of bucking his hips

- - > He loves it when you place your hands on his thighs while giving

- - > “Pips-squeak.. Keep going please”

- - > this will be the only time you hear him say please

- - > Surprisingly a switch

Kōshi Sugawara:

- - > Blushy little boy

- - > He’s a dom when you tease him but usually he’s a sub

- - > “My l-little dove” he says as he pushes your head down further, and with his other hand he caresses your jawline

- - > full on 10’, 10.5’ if you really get him up

Daichi Sawamura:

- - > He will bite the back of his hand to cover up his whimpers

- - > Dom until you do this to him

- - > “ D-Doll.. Please be gentle” He says as he caressed your cheek, and his other hand covering his face

- - > he lives for when you lick the underside of his cock

Yū Nishinoya:

- - > He’s vocal but he mostly grunts when you do this (you’ve done it before)

- - > He’s a switch but more than half the time a soft dom

- - > “N/nnie~” you hear Noya whine while his head faces at his paper

- - > loves it when you suck the tip

Asahi Azumane:

- - > When i tell you this boy blushes and barely makes noise, I MEAN HE BLUSHES AN-

- - > total sub, he loves it when you ride him

- - > “O-Oh go-od” you hear Asahi cough out, his hair almost falling out of his bun. Asahi placed his hand through your hair.

- - > all you need to do is just be gentle and slow with him

Tetsurō Kuroo:

- - > Kuroo is usually vocal, but this, he coughs when he almost moans

- - > you are in trouble if you do this to him, he is total dom, he’s in charge

- - > “M-mm~ Kitten~” you hear Kuroo grunt out lowly, his hand cupping his mouth to muffle himself

- - > this boy loves to receive, just wait til he gives you some, that tongue works wonders

Morisuki Yaku:

- - > He may be short but THIS MAKES UP FOR IT

- - > he’s a switch, what else did you expect from him?

- - > all you hear is a low groan come from him, “I-I’m gonna cum” come out of his lips faintly, only to where you could hear

- - > get ready to chug that

Kenma Kozume :

- - > sassy boy, he loves control

- - > dom, with enough begging he will be a sub but other than that he’s a dom

- - > “Y-you just love my attention don’t you?~” You hear kenma whisper to you as he lays his head down on his desk

- - > he a big boy

Kōtarō Bokuto:

- - > VOCAL VOCAL VOCAL I SAY

- - > this boy will just pick you up and walk out to rail you- i mean what?-

- - > “My little owl~ your taking me so well~” you hear Bokuto whisper out as he laces his fingers in between your hair

- - > he loves caressing your cheek when you give him a blow

Yūji Terushima:

- - > now i wouldn’t have taken him to be one to be a little blushy boy

- - > switch, sub sometimes because he’s to lazy but dom when he wins a match or loses

- - > “o-oh your mouth feels so good around me~” you hear Yūji say to you

- - > expect a vibrating tongue piercing from him in the near future

Shinsuke Kita:

- - > his face DROPS, did not expect this

- - > dom, imma just say it briefly

- - > “mmm~” you hear from Kita, that low groan from him as you hum around him making him shiver in pleasure

- - > look all you have to do to make him cum so fast is hum, or place your hands on his thighs

Atsumu Miya:

- - > vocal, Vocal, VOCAL

- - > now i haven’t seen someone more of a sub than him-

- - > “A-ah Y/nnieee~ be careful~” you hear the twin say as you suck on his tip

- - > fun fact he wants to have a threesome with you and his brother to see you get your holes filled- what- uhm nothing!

Rintarō Suna:

- - > his eyes roll to the back of his head while he leaves his head back- like you can see it

- - > Switch, only because he’s a lazy fuck but sometimes he has the motivation

- - > “j-just like that~” you hear Suna mumble, you hear his voice rumble to where you can feel it in your mouth

- - > He is huge, making you gag with tear streams down your face, mascara messed up- ok i need to stop

Osamu Miya:

- - > LOVES THIS

- - > total dom, he’s the opposite of his brother, he loves to fuck you

- - > “take it all in baby~” you hear the Miya whisper lightly to when’re no one else can hear it, his hands behind his head

- - > He’s hung, like 3rd leg much?

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keitea · 1 year

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when you try to kick him but he grabs your ankle and laughs as you stumble, trying to steady yourself. he leans in, the all-familiar smirk plastered on his face. "not so bold are we now, hmm?"

i like making myself blush from my own writing LOL

sugawara, OIKAWA, iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer, kuroo, atsumu, osamu (yall know why the twins are here), daichi <33

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sypnosis : you, a renowned journalist, once Atsumu's lover, are assigned to interview his team, MSBY Black Jackals, in the V League. amidst the echoes of your past romance and the intensity of the game, emotions flare as you navigate the thin line between professional duty and unresolved feelings. as questions linger and the court holds its breath, you must confront the love you left behind on the court of your shared history.

disclaimer : just to clarify, the storylines of the fics and the original meaning of the songs may not match up. each fic was crafted based on specific lyrics. for instance, 'reminder' by the weeknd is about him 'reminding' listeners of his identity and successes as a pop/R&B artist. however, in this fic, it's focused on an ex reminding you of their presence, highlighting your shared history with them.

Eyes scanning the email that had just arrived, you found yourself fixated on one particular line, unable to fully process the rest of its contents.

"Am I seeing this right?" you muttered to yourself, struggling to grasp the reality that you were being tasked with interviewing the MSBY Black Jackals for their upcoming match against EJP Raijin.

The weight of the assignment was not lost on you; both teams were immensely popular, and this opportunity could significantly boost your career and benefit the broadcasting company you represented. Yet, amidst the professional excitement, something stirred deep within your heart—a feeling long forgotten, ignited by someone from your past.

With closed eyes, you drew a deep breath, torn between accepting this golden opportunity and the memories that now flooded your mind. You were still carving your path in the media broadcasting industry, and this interview could be the breakthrough you had been striving for.

You tried to push away the distracting thoughts of the past, but they persisted, vivid flashes of moments shared with a smiling Atsumu dominating your mind. A bitter smile crossed your lips; this was merely work, a job that demanded professionalism above personal sentiment. Journalists couldn't afford to skip assignments due to old feelings.

Finally deciding to accept the job, your hands trembled slightly as you typed out a response to the email.

It had been years, and the likelihood that he would remember you seemed slim. Perhaps he would shrug off the past, considering his current fame and influence, or maybe he wouldn't even recall you at all. It was foolish to believe that Miya Atsumu, the volleyball star, still carried any remnants of a heartbreak from his high school days.

That thought lingered, engraved in your mind—that he wouldn't remember, or if he did, that it wouldn't matter to him. He wouldn't care about his ex, the one who ended things during his final year as a third-year student.

You knew you had made a mistake. Atsumu had been a devoted boyfriend, loyal and kind, giving you more love and affection than you had ever dared to hope for. Yet, despite all that, you couldn't say you regretted the breakup. You had always understood his passion for volleyball, knowing it was his calling. You convinced yourself that ending the relationship was for the best, a decision made to allow him to focus on his dreams.

A tear escaped, quickly wiped away. The internal debate had been exhausting, keeping you up all night after receiving that email.

Reaching for your phone, you contacted a close friend.

"What the actual fucking fuck?! Are you fucking for real now!? "

"Yeah… so I accepted it…" you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, recounting the job you had been assigned.

" Fuck, that's unexpected,"

You nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of this unexpected turn of events.

"Well, don't be too bothered by it. There's only a 1 out of 10 chance you'll end up interviewing him. There are like ten people on that team, and Atsumu has a reputation for skipping interviews if he's not in the mood. "

Nodding along, you felt a semblance of relief. Amidst all the focus on Atsumu, you had momentarily forgotten that he was just one member of a larger team.

"However, if fate has it out for you and you do end up face-to-face with Atsumu for an interview, just think of it like a chat with your ex."

Your face twisted in discomfort at the thought, watching as your hopes seemed to evaporate. Your friend rambled on a bit more before ending the call, citing her late-night date with her boyfriend as the reason.

Exhausted, you collapsed onto your bed, shrugging off the swirling thoughts. You needed to act like you didn't know him, to focus on the task at hand. You had two weeks to prepare, a seemingly ample amount of time for a mere interview.

In two weeks' time, you vowed to do your best to forget about him. As your eyes drifted shut, sleep enveloped you, and you ventured into the realm of dreams.

• two weeks later...

Sweat dampened your palms as you flipped through the crumpled scripts, the two weeks leading up to this moment feeling like a whirlwind. What was supposed to be a slow, preparatory period had raced by, leaving you on the brink of losing your composure.

Now, mere minutes away from your interview with the MSBY Black Jackals, the clamor of loud cheers and the clicking of camera shutters filled the vast volleyball stadium where you stood.

"Don't let the pressure get to you! You've interviewed bigger stars before; this should be a walk in the park," a staff member from your company reassured you.

A smile tugged at your lips, finding some comfort in their words.

"You've got this. Just stick to what you've rehearsed over the past two weeks," you murmured to yourself, drawing from the intense preparation you had put in, a departure from your usual approach to interviews.

Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you took a sip of water. The deafening roar of the crowd reached its peak, causing you to flinch. Could this be it?

"Shit!" you cursed under your breath as you caught sight of the imposing figures of the MSBY Black Jackals, their silhouettes commanding the space.

Composing yourself, you braced for the inevitable. You knew the drill. Your gaze met first with the familiar form of Bokuto Kotaro, striding confidently towards the media area. You dared not let your eyes wander further; it was dangerous, far too dangerous.

But it seemed danger had a penchant for seeking you out. With eyes as cold as ice and a physique that demanded attention, Miya Atsumu fixed his gaze on you. As your eyes met his, he arched a brow, a smirk playing at his lips as he scanned you from head to toe.

This was unexpected, catching you off guard. Yet, you reminded yourself to stay resolute. You were here for the interview, and nothing would shake that resolve. A member of the MSBY management approached, handing you a paper.

"I apologize, Miss (name), but we can only spare 15 minutes for this interview. However, we have scheduled an off-camera interview with the team," they informed you.

You nodded, forcing a smile at your lips. Fifteen minutes was more than enough. You need to get this work done immediately anyways.

"U-umm…"

"Yes? Is there something else?" you asked, sensing the nervousness in their stutter. Remembering your own early days of stumbling over words, you made an effort to be understanding.

"Y-you're so pretty in person, Miss," the staff member blurted out before quickly turning away.

A laugh escaped you at their candidness, finding it endearing. It helped ease some of the tension, bolstering your confidence for the impending interview.

But of course, just when you thought the danger had passed, there he was—Miya Atsumu, heading towards you with that familiar smirk.

ah, here it is the danger.

• twenty three minutes later...

With trembling hands, you tried to compose yourself after that disastrous interview with Atsumu. In the taxi, tears threatened to fall as the film of the interview played in your mind. You found out that he had volunteered to handle the media and they found it amusing, considering it was out of character for him. Taking deep breaths, you watched your interview with him, grateful that you had at least managed to maintain your composure as you had rehearsed. If you hadn't known yourself and watched this, you would have never guessed you were once exes based on the interview.

Just as you thought you had survived the danger, it came back for you. After the interview, another journalist from a different company asked Atsumu why he had taken the lead in presenting himself to the media.

"I feel comfortable with (name)! I guess that's the reason," he replied casually.

"Oh, you mean, Miss (name), the one that interviewed you earlier?"

"Yeah, we knew each other…" he smiled, a glint of pain visible in his eyes.

The aftermath was a flood of texts, emails, and calls from your coworkers after they saw the clip. Frustrated and anxious, you personally emailed Atsumu's management requesting a meeting to ask him not to mention anything about your past again. His management agreed, asking to sign some documents first before scheduling your off camera interview with MSBY. You had thought that a staff member would be handing the paper works to you but, to your surprise, it was Atsumu himself who showed up.

and now here he stands, in a tight red button-up shirt, with a familiar dogtag hanging from his neck.

"You're a renowned journalist now…" his voice was soft, as if he was yearning.

You straighten your posture, making the best efforts to make this as professional as it should be.

"Please, let's get to the point…"

"I'm so proud of ya…" His lips quivered, you're just so....so pretty that he would die.

"Stop skirting the issue and stick to what's relevant." you replied coldly, but your hands are trembling.

he smirked, the previous yearning dissipated like it was never been there.

"Ahuh? why're you tryin' so hard to act like we didn't have somethin' before, hmm?"

"Why are you doing this…"

"I am just remindin' ya, (name), you know me."

He reached for the script from you and scanned the first page; the first part of this interview was about the player's introduction. In his opinion, you should have simply introduced him because you know him so well, you've seen everything, explored his mouth, and screamed his name.

"Are you forgettin' things now? Then let me remind you. Startin' with my name, I am Atsumu Miya."

"I know that you are the A-atsumu Miya.."

"Oh, didn't even stutter while sayin' my surname. I mean, of course, ya once asked me to give ya that, right?" he continued, flipping through the script. After the introduction of names, it stated that the interviewer should ask about Atsumu's relationships, so he decided to answer himself.

"Fer my relationships, I had a few flings before entering a serious one in my late second year. My relationship with that girl was so great… so amazin' that I kinda want to experience it again."

You shivered, feeling the weight of his words.

"But unfortunately, she broke up with me during a tournament match. Oh, why did ya flinch? That situation rings a bell, huh?" he smirked.

"'Tsumu…" you called out to him, and he was stunned.

"Quit it, please… I am truly sorry for my selfish acts. I know I couldn't make it up to you after all these years, but you are very successful now…"

your eyes were warm, you should not cry this is an interview, right?

"You could do something to make it up if you want to—"

"Please stop… Our breakup probably was the reason you're successful now! Right! You can't deny that. If we didn't break up, I could have been a burden, and maybe you wouldn't have reached your dreams, so please let's not—" you pleaded, desperate to end this conversation, but he cut you off.

"If we didn't break up, I could've won that match and become successful way sooner," he said with a stern voice and hurt yearning eyes.

"What do you want…" you whispered

"I am just—" he trailed off, trying to compose himself first.

"I am just reminding you that you know me. I can't bear the fact that I am the one who was left, but why am I the one who's restless about it? How can you act like you never loved me?"

"It's not like that, I am just trying to forget things—"

"Forget everythin' but not me."

he reached for your trembling hands, closing his eyes before kissing it.

"Please, not me…"

"Even if I have ta remind ya over and over again, I'll do it. Jus' don't forget about me. About us…"

He kissed your ring finger once more after carefully touching each one of your fingers. You should be aware that he hasn't changed and is still completely smitten.

"It was always you, baby. Can we—no, we will try again. You ain't forgettin' me."

You were left stunned, the weight of his words sinking in. The air crackled with unresolved emotions, the past colliding with the present. Atsumu Miya, the boy you once loved, stood before you, asking for another chance.

more about this series : TO BE POSTED! ( please check the link later ^^ )

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byunbqbes · 1 year

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HQ BOYS WHEN YOU CRY #2

♡ atsumu. immediately pouts and pecks you all over your face, tasting like mint and musk. even volunteers to pull funny faces to make you laugh, tears still wet on your cheeks. gives you a big smile and an even bigger hug when you stop crying, then he's whispering something suggestive in your ear and he feels his heart bloom at the way you burst out laughing incredulously, with the prettiest smile on your lips.

♡ iwaizumi. rubs your back in slow, soothing circles, just the way you like it, as you snuggle into him and sob into his chest. but you don't miss the way his fists shake or the way his voice sounds when he asks, "who made you cry?" you do, however, miss the way he looks down at you, as if you hold his entire universe. you definitely do miss the fact that your best friend iwaizumi hajime has been in love with you for as long as he can remember.

♡ akaashi. a hint of a frown flickers on his face as he wipes your tears away gently, furrowing his brows. he quickly pulls you against him, caging you in his arms, ignoring the stares of his teammates at his uncharacteristic public display of affection. after a while of patting your back softly, you calm down, and akaashi gives you a small smile as he reminds you, "everything will be okay."

♡ kageyama. makes clueless, incoherent noises as he fumbles around, feeling a tug at his heart strings as you hugged your pillow closer to your torso, crying into it. then suddenly, he's wrapping his long, larger fingers around your smaller ones, raising both your hands to his lips to give your knuckles a soft kiss. he just sits there quietly, lips ghosting the back of your hand while he waits for you to calm down. then he's back to a stuttering mess as he scratches his head, offering, "i-ice cream?"

♡ kuroo. slithers his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him as tears trickle down your cheeks. presses tender kisses to the top of your head and grazes his thumb softly across shoulder as you lean into the crook of his neck, letting tears spill out of your eyes incessantly. when you finally stop, kuroo tickles your sides, and you're giggling at the way he wiggles his brows obnoxiously again.

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skvvzy · 2 years

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𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ :: ɪɴᴀʀᴀᴢᴀᴋɪ ʙᴏʏs

TW: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴇʀʏ :: MC sᴛᴀʏs ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟs ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ʀᴜᴍᴏʀ ʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ. sʜᴇ’s ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ɪꜰ sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀᴇs ɴᴏᴛᴇ :: ⵊ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ⵊ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛs ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ sɪᴍɪʟᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʙʜᴋ sᴏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ⵊ ᴡɪʟʟ. ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ

As you see the the sun slowly start fall the pink clouds soon covering the once blue sky the orange light that enters the classroom signaling you should probably head home. You where only here because one of the teachers asked if you could help them with cleaning and setting up the class to which You agreed because well why not you still haven’t found an after school club yet So you decided to why not help a teacher out. You originally were only supposed to stay an hour just to help clean the room and set up some papers, but then ended up having a conversation with the teacher along with them helping you with some work So, it was already 5:30 p.m goodness so late you thought the teacher had left around 5:00 but In trusted you to finish the rest of the cleaning. You didn’t mind because you liked the quietness that surrounded the halls and classrooms Plus you weren’t all alone some kids still had after school clubs so when you were finally getting ready to leave you heard a voice that startled you letting out a small gasp.

“ good evening, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.”

You looked to see a boy who attended the school noticing he had on the school uniform but what was he doing here so late.

“Good evening”

Was the only thing you could say with out stuttering due to your rapid heart beat.

“ I was wondering who was here making all the noise I came to check it out and found you. May i ask what are you doing here so late?”

“ I was helping one of the teachers clean the classrooms I didn’t mean to make so much noise.”

You didn’t think you were making that much noise you where only sweeping and putting the chairs on desk. But still wondering why is he here so late it didn’t look like he was in any club but something that was notice was he didn’t seem like he was there he seemed cold.

“Who are you may I ask?”

“Im suna, suna rintarou, and you?”

“Oh umm I’m MC.”

“ Pretty.”

He seemed empty, yet he had a small smile on his face when talking to you but his presents felt faded. The boy slowly started to walk away but turning his head to signal that you can follow him. You grab your bag and start to follow Walking with him down the hall and onto the first floor when he asked you a question.

“hey mc, have you heard this one story thats pretty popular right now.”

You look at him giving him an Interested look that says he can continue.

“Theirs this boy with white grayish hair and black tips at the end who walks in the third hall, I heard he died because someone strangled him out of envy.”

You look at him with a little bit of fear, where did he hear this from? you don’t normally hear people gossip about ghost stories but you couldn’t lie it was interesting. Catching you from your thoughts suna opens the door from the school leading you both outside.

“ did you know if you go to the third floor and into class 4c and sit at the last desk next to the window and knock on it 5 times you’ll summon him.”

Slowly coming to an end of your walk suna looks at you with some what of a menacing smile and waves a good bye.

“WHAT YOUR JUST GONNA LEAVE AFTER TELLING THAT!!!”

“Well I can’t go home with you can l, how about you meet me at 5:30 P.M in the same class I found you in earlier and we can talk some more.”

It’s not like you had any clubs to go to, so why not talk to a random student who for some reason doesn’t feel like he has no soul or sense of filter.

“Sure tomorrow I’ll see you then.”

“Okay then goodbye Mc it was nice meeting you careful now.”

You both wave goodbye walking separate ways you wanted to get a final look but when you turn hes gone. Damn he must walk really fast you thought But one thing still crept in your mind.

I wonder what that story was all about.

#suna #suna rintarou #kita shinsuke #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!#haikyuu oneshot #inrazaki #inarazaki oneshot #suna oneshot #atsumu oneshot #osamu oneshot

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elfiore · 2 years

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how it started

how it’s going

#Atsumu: Omi-kun can hit any kind of set. But his favourite one is high and not too close to the antenna. Oikawa: Got it.#haikyuu!!#oikawa tooru #miya atsumu #oikawa #atsumu #haikyuu #atsumu miya #haikyu #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu oneshot #digital art #digital drawing

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luvingtsumu · 3 months

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★—MATERIALIST (requests: open)

MIYA ATSUMU

MIYA OSAMU

one 🔞

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

timeskip!haikyuu boys → they swear they’re not possessive, but something about the way he saw you laughing with this other dude, woke up something inside of him.

toddler!haikyuu boys → they will be possesive over their favorite daycare caregiver.

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yandere-sins · 3 months

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i fucking love the miya twins x reader. Can we get something where another character, maybe kita ends up revealing his childhood sweetheart (unknowing that the first love he fell out of touch with is currently being locked up in the apartment of the twins he just told the story too) im sure there'll be quite the punishment for her when the twins get home 🤭

They would be so jealous.

And you'd have no idea why.

It's not really a betrayal because you haven't seen Kita for years at this point, but it still stings as if you had plunged a knife into their chests. (Yes, Atsumu is that dramatic as he tries to explain why your childhood antics hurt them.) To know that you held hands and promised to marry another person, yet still shy away from their touches and never try to deepen your relationship with either of the twins is a thorn in their sides that isn't easily removable.

You might have been... seven at the time of the promise with Kita, but you never even asked to go steady with the Miya twins!

Still, despite their broken and aching hearts, they know they can't reasonably punish you for having been a silly child. You didn't know better. You probably didn't even love Kita! Right? You couldn't possibly have known what love even meant back then... right?!

The two of them only met you in their teens as well, so it was bound to happen that you might have had friends before them. However, they notice that spark in your eyes when they say Kita's name. As if you remember him, fondly even. As if he was a bigger threat than they had anticipated. It does hurt their feelings that you'd regain some of your liveliness at the mention of another man. One that you've been apart from for so long, no less. One that gives you back a glimmer of... hope.

It's not like they like you better when you aren't happy. It's just that they really hate it when you are happy, but not because of them.

Mealtime will be boring and basic the next few days while Osamu doesn't feel like cooking for you. He keeps making snarky remarks about how you'd probably prefer Kita to cook you rice from his rice field. Or how you'd like Kita to stock up your bathroom supplies and snacks. Kita could bring you much better movies you'd actually enjoy watching for sure, yadda yadda yadda. You really start to notice the effort he puts into taking care of you when he stops doing it... but you get to enjoy some baths alone and in peace! They also don't steal bites from your plate anymore. And they might sneer, but you can rearrange the room, and they won't stop you for once—they just follow you around and watch your every step silently and with great displeasure.

Atsumu, on the other hand, is annoyingly moody as he shuns you. Oh, you were watching something? He's home now; hand over the remote. No, you cannot have some of his pudding that you didn't want. (Then again, at least you don't have to fear suffocating from him trying to feed you). He keeps whining about not getting enough love from you, but he steals your pillow and blanket at night, demonstratively facing away from you. (Osamu lends you his arm to sleep on and pretends not to enjoy it if you inch closer for warmth to him. Jokes on him because he's not stopping you from getting under his blanket either, but your neck hurts from how tense he is all throughout the night.)

It's almost adorable that they think taking their love from you will hurt you.

However, even the funnest and best of times in captivity have to end. You are due to run out of something that you realize you need desperately. Not least because the twins will start taking things away from you here and there. In this twisted codependency, there's no other way but to seek them out and ask for your toothbrush back or inquire if you'll be having canned carrot soup again tomorrow, too... like the other three days before.

That's where they get you. Now you'll have to play to their tune, apologize, assure them you want nothing from Kita and don't even like him after all this time. It takes some convincing on your part, but how could they not melt for their sweet little darling, clinging to them and begging to go back to how it was before?

Atsumu will coax some more (fake) confessions about your feelings for the twins and make you promise to always love them (and to share your dessert with him). He'll whisk you away before you have a chance to make it up to his brother, taking you back to the room to have you "show" him just how much you love him, baring you to show all your vulnerability and sincerity. He'll have you moan and scream his name so fast, considering he's been preserving his energy for the last few days. But after ravaging your body and befuddling your mind, he'll go back to how he was before, making up some dearly missed cuddle time with you where he can talk about his day and unwind, finally having you back in his arms and lap. With his hands reaching for every inch of your body, kneading and memorizing the feeling of you as if this was the first time he got to touch you, kisses littering your neck and teeth nipping at your lips until his desire is finally sated.

Eventually, with great effort, you'll have to free yourself from Atsumu, who can't get enough of having you back. Still, you'll need the rest of your strength to make up with Osamu without letting too much time pass. He's still cold and dismissive, working or cleaning up, but the kitchen already smells like freshly cooked miso soup, so that's a good sign. Osamu is satisfied with you coming to him, touching his arm, or taking his hand, swearing you never meant anything you said to Kita seriously and that the twins are the only ones you want to be with. He'll seem a bit pouty, so you should consider cuddling up to him or giving him a good ol' smooch, even if he doesn't reciprocate immediately. But who could be mad at you? With a big sigh, Osamu will welcome you back into his embrace, kiss you on the head, and tell you where your toothbrush is, handing you a bag with all the necessities they've been hiding from you. However, he still got them (he knew all along what you were running out from and when). Osamu will admit he was planning on restocking your things slowly anyway (it hurt him to see you were struggling). All's well that ends well, but Osamu will want to have a taste of what Atsumu already devoured, so get ready for that.

And with that, the argument will be over (for now).

Hopefully, there won't be any shows on TV featuring farmers, and the twins won't meet Kita again for a while, so they won't be reminded of what happened. You wouldn't want them to start doubting the lies you told them, right?

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milktei · 9 months

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Woah I'm new here in Tumblr but I'm glad I came across your blog! Not sure if you're accepting requests but thoughts on Angst/Comfort where trust issues comes after Atsumu (or Kageyama 🙇‍♂️) does something that upsets their s/o??

Man of Many Words

Miya Atsumu x gn!Reader

Genre: Angst with some fluff at the end

Warnings: none(?)

Requests: Closed for now :|

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a/n: First of all i’m so sorry this took so long anon but I hope that this somewhat fulfills your request ;-;. Writers block is crazy I was pumping out one shots so easily and then bam I hate everything I write. The ending of this one in particular was difficult for me but i hope it suffices :’). anyways requests are still closed for now but i’m hoping to write something that will help the creative juices flow again

It is well known among Atsumu’s friends and family that he tends to talk. A lot.

It was something you found endearing about him when you first started dating. Whenever you were with Atsumu, awkward silences were few and far between. There was always something he could talk about it.

For the most part you were happy to listen and talk about whatever it was he rambled about that day. His limitless passion was part of why you fell in love with him.

Still, the habit of his had some drawbacks.

“Oh, congratulations by the way!”

You turn your gaze away from the restaurant window and look at your friend in confusion.

“Congratulations on what?”

It was your friend’s turn to look confused, “On the big promotion silly!”

There was a pause as you took in their words. “How do you even know about that?” You spluttered. “I just got the news a couple days ago. I was planning a big announcement and everything.”

“Oh I ran into Atsumu at the grocery store yesterday and he told me!” their gaze softened when they saw the defeated look on your face. “I’m sorry I thought he would’ve told you”

You waved your hands in front of you, “no no it’s not your fault… I’m not very surprised at this point. I was just hoping to wait for all the paperwork to go through before telling anyone.”

“Well if it’s any comfort I’m proud of you y/n.”

The smile you gave them was bittersweet, “thanks.”

———

Needless to say, you were a bit peeved when you got home that day, though your boyfriend didn’t seem to notice.

“Hi babe! how was lunch?” He called from where he sat on the couch.

You stared blankly at the back at his head for a moment, “fine.”

“That’s great! I was thinkin’ for dinner we could order out ya know? This commercial came on and-“

“Why did you tell f/n about the promotion?”

He paused and finally turned to look at you. Taking in your frustrated state, still, he shrugged, “it seemed like a good time.”

You let your bag fall to the ground before fully stepping into the living room “Atsumu I told you that I wanted to wait, it would have only taken another week.”

Now standing up from the couch, the confusion that was evident on Atsumu’s face only served to fuel your anger.

“But this is such exciting news y/n! There’s no time like the present!”

“Atsumu that’s not for you to decide! That was my news to tell!”

“Like you said, you were gonna tell them eventually!” He raised his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry but you know that this is just how I am! I was just so excited for you I couldn’t help myself.”

You left that fight defeated that night, unable to think of any comeback, because yes, you did know Atsumu. You knew how your life was never your own being with him. You knew the extent of just how stubborn he was and how ignorant he could be to the world around him. Trying to wrap his mind around something could feel like pulling teeth sometimes.

After managing to get through a tense dinner, life went on. You did end up celebrating with your closest friends and family and soon after you began to take on your new responsibilities.

Unfortunately, Atsumu continued to act as if he hadn’t completely crossed a boundary you had set. He continued to talk about your lives with his friends it seemed that you couldn’t go a full week without somebody asking you about something you never told them about.

The pure helplessness you felt that day remained lingering within you as you carried on with work. You found yourself almost dreading going home, and contemplating not telling him anything.

But how could you when everyday without fail he would grace you with that smile, oozing with love and fondness before sweetly asking you, “So how was your day?”

You were in a bit of a mess with yourself, trying to figure out how to get your concerns through his thick skull. The new role you had taken on further adding to the stress you had been feeling. While you loved your job You were both physically and mentally exhausted.

It was only a matter of time before everything became too much.

To the horror of you colleagues, you had ended up fainting at work. You had finally succumbed to everything in your life that had been piling on top of you.

Luckily, it wasn’t long before you regained consciousness, surrounded by your colleagues you sat up and slowly and rubbed the back of your head sheepishly.

At that moment some paramedics had rounded the corner and while you insisted you were completely fine, you allowed them to check you for injuries and give you some fluids, it wasn’t until they were sure you were stable and didn’t need any further help that they left.

As embarrassing as the entire situation was, you were glad that your boss let you have the rest of the day off, it was near the end of your shift anyways. So you grabbed your bag and left, still mortified at what had just transpired.

As you rode the train home, the events leading up to you losing consciousness replayed in your mind, you thought about everything that had led up to that point. How your coworkers reacted. As you sat in the quiet train, your mind still struggled to process what had happened.

Even with your spiralling mind, everything led to one conclusion.

You couldn’t tell Atsumu about what happened, at least not today.

Because you knew him. You knew exactly what would happen.

It would start with the texts from worried friends, calls from both of your families, and end with people mentioning off handedly, “I heard you fainted the other day. How are you feeling?” and you would be left to do damage control as your boyfriend continued to live his carefree life.

You could tell Atsumu “don’t tell anyone this” but you knew better. You knew better than to trust him and his big mouth. How could you have any other option when he’s never proven that he could listen?

So you would stay quiet. Long enough for you to recover from your lingering headache, long enough for you to process everything that had happened and figure out how to prevent it from happening again.

Long enough to be able to finally relax without worrying who you were going to get a text or call from.

Even with your mind made, the universe seemed to laugh down at you, and make life much more difficult for you than it needed to be.

You nearly cursed out loud when you saw his car in the driveway. He was home early too.

You sighed as you slowly unlocked your front door. The sounds of the TV growing louder as you stepped in.

Atsumu turned back and gave you a look of confusion as you took off your shoes. “Hey babe, wasn’t expecting you ‘til later.”

You smiled at him “I could say the same for you.” you slid your feet into your house slippers “I got a lot of work done today and my boss let me go home early, why are you home?”

Atsumu shrugged “Practically the same as you. Been makin’ a lot of progress at practice lately.”

You walked in front of where he sat and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. even with how your relationship had been going, at least this was something you hadn’t lost.

Atsumu wrapped his arms around your waist and looked up at you, “did you eat yet?”

No. I was so busy at work that I kept postponing my break. You thought to yourself bitterly.

“Not yet, I decided that I might as well eat at home if I was leaving early.”

Atsumu hummed, “I haven’t either. We could order something and then watch some movies? Take advantage of our free time.”

You smiled down at him, a relaxed movie day with him was exactly what you needed. “I would like that a lot ‘Tsumu.”

You pulled slightly away and he whined, causing you to laugh softly.

“I’ll go take a shower and you can order whatever you want, ok?”

His pout grew back into the loving smile of his as he nodded, “Can I use your phone? You always have coupons.”

You nodded and he allowed you to fully pull away. Reaching into your bag you pulled out your phone and handed it to him before making your way to your shared bedroom.

It had been maybe 20 minutes of Atsumu scrolling through the various restaurants (he’s very indecisive when it comes to food) before a text from who he recognized as one of your coworkers popped up.

“Hey! Hope your feeling better. We managed to get everything done so there’s no need to worry for your next shift.

Also remember to seek medical attention if anything feels off. I know you were cleared but you hit your head pretty badly.”

He froze as he read the text over and over. He didn’t even realize how much time had passed until you came walking out of your bedroom with a relaxed smile on your face.

“Soo, you decide on a place yet?”

You were met with an extremely uncharacteristic silence, your brows furrowed as you looked at your boyfriend staring intently at your phone.

“Atsumu?”

The next thing you knew, Atsumu flipped the screen to you.

“y/n what is this? Medical attention? Did something happen?”

Your eyes skimmed the message and you froze.

“…O-oh there was a bit of an incident at work that happened before I left. No need to worry!” you tried to wave his hand away and mustered the calmest smile you could.

He looked unconvinced.

“y/n…”

You felt your resolve crumble where you stood. The accusatory look he gave you full of worry, and worse, anger.

You sighed shakily, “ever since the promotion I’ve been finding it hard to find time to really relax so…” you looked away, unable to look him in the eye due to your guilt. “I ended up fainting.”

Atsumu shot up from where he sat, “You passed out?!” his hands frantically grabbed at your shoulders, trying to get you to look at him “You should have told me right away! I could have picked you up! Who knows what would have happened if you fainted again on the subway. I can’t believe you lied, you were just going to keep this from me? Why? Why didn’t you tell me-“

You pushed yourself out of his grip, “Because I didn’t want to!” you huffed, tired of his tirade, “I admit that I was fully content with not telling you.”

His hands dropped from your shoulders and you almost broke at the sight of his crestfallen face “Why?”

You took a deep breath, “I was…scared that you were gonna tell someone.”

There was a moment of tense silence. “You…you could’ve just asked me to not-“

“Could I Atsumu? Could I really? I’m not sure if I believe that, especially after you told me that that’s just who you were and that it was unavoidable.” You paused as you realized you were raising your voice, you looked away in shame. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just that sometimes I wish that our business could be our own Atsumu, even for a little bit.”

You took his silence as a cue to keep explaining yourself.

“I needed time today to finally relax for once and process everything. I can’t do that if I have someone new calling me every five minutes to make sure that I’m okay. I want to be able to worry about my own wellbeing, without having to manage other people’s. I can’t do that if you tell everyone you know what’s happening in my life.”

Atsumu’s continued silence began to worry you. “Atsumu?”

Without warning you were pulled into the familiar strong arms that could only belong to your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry y/n.” he mumbled into your hair “I thought I was being supportive. I just love bragging about to to everyone and letting people know how we’re doing. I never really thought about how that would affect you. I’m sorry I made you stress out so much.”

You smiled into his chest and hugged him back “I’m happy that you understand ‘Tsumu. There’s nothing wrong with gushing about me, I just need you to understand my boundaries.”

You felt him nod “I’m sorry again I’ll do my best.”

You could already feel yourself relaxing again into his arms “that’s all I’m asking for Atsumu, thank you.”

You let out a sigh of relief as you held each other. It felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

The tender moment was interrupted by the sound of a stomach growl. There was a stunned silence before the two of you burst into a fit of laughter.

Atsumu looked down at you with a gaze that filled you with an indescribable warmth, laughter still evident in his face. “How ‘bout we order and finally relax for the night? Just the two of us?”

You smiled fondly up at the man and nodded “Just the two of us.”

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