#but i do feel like he wouldn’t be as comforting as aran or samu

[beann-e]

Haikyu! Characters With A Shy Manager

Inarizaki Boys With A Shy Manager

tw” joke about ‘offing’ ones self & also overbearing parents

Read Part One Here

osamu

-osamu is someone who’s laidback and doesn’t show his anger much except for when his brother pisses him off and right now Atsumu was nearing the edge of his brothers patience

“ I don’t care what you do as long as your happy “

“ if thats what you want to do then who are we to stop you “

your eyes traveled as you watched osamus mouth quirk up in a small smile before turning into a frown at his brothers face

His body ignoring him and looking to you awaiting your answer his eyes speaking as if your words could change his decision

“ uh I— I don’- “

“ who cares what yer think “ atsumus voice came out in a yell as he turned to his brother

“ are you stupid why would you leave all of this — why would you throw all of this away “ he moved to point to everything in the gym and the balls that sat idle after a match theyd just played and won

“ this can provide for a family — life after high school ‘samu and you want to “

his face came up in confusion “ and you want to leave it all for a restaurant how — why— why would that make sense to you — it’s stupid “

you felt your body go slack as your face dropped into a pout at atsumu’s claims . Throughout all the times you’d seen them argue this had to be the biggest one you’d ever seen take place in front of the team.

You felt horrible your mouth wanted to open to try to protect osamu seeing as he was the only one who put effort into trying to speak with you.

Ever since you joined the team no one could really understand why you were so quiet except for osamu who would sit next to you during breaks and lunches that he’d share his food with you after you finished the bento box he’d made you

your heart tore as you watched him look to the ground ‘ just say something ‘samu please if this is what you want then tell him — it’s your life ‘

“ have you ever stopped and thought about how this may just be what you want ‘tsumu “

atsumus yells stopped as he heard his brothers voice and head pop up to target him

“ maybe this isn’t something I feel my talents are best used for “

he stood with his eyebrows furrowed in determination “ I like food — it makes me happy just like volley’ makes you so — I don’t care if it’s hard and not as easy as volleyball is for me right now —I want to do what my minds telling me to do “

he huffed “ and that’s to cook and open my own restaurant“

he moved to walk over to his brother to get closer with both his words and body “ and don’t you ever yell at them like that again you probably made them piss their pants “

he calmed himself down as he looked his brother in the eyes “ if your nice now “ he huffed out putting his arms into a hold across his chest “ maybe I might just give you a free meal when I open my restaurant “

Everyone’s body turned in shock and fear when they looked behind them to see your body shaking mouth being ripped open with a calming laugh as you clutched at you stomach

Everything seemed to slow in the gym as osamu watched your body ripple with the loud laugh that came out. Wondering how you’d held it inside for so long seeing as this was the first time anyone heard you laugh

“ y-y/n why — why are you laughing “

“ how can you laugh at a time like this we’re fighting“ Atsumus voice had calmed down in a state of panic at your new behavior

“ because osuma said you not gonna get any food“ you smiled “ and I know right now you don’t care but I bet when you get older and you see his amazing restaurant with a long line in front your gonna wish you’d sucked it up in this moment so you can take that free plate “

osamus mouth itched as his wide eyes squeezed shut at your bright smile his mouth opening before he could stop himself “ if you believe in me so much please believe I could keep you fed if you date me “

your body froze as everyone now turned in fear from you to osamu

“ Will I get rice for lunch everyday “ you giggled

“ i’ll make you anything you want out of rice if that’s what you like — i’ll even make you a wedding ring out of rice “

you laughed as you shook your head in a yes form “ as long as the foods included and you never give up on your dreams — no matter who believes in them “

your voice was soft “ then yes i’ll date you osamu “

you watched as he smiled widely sticking his tounge out at his brother “ oh now it’s really fuck what you think ‘tsumu— cause your the one who told me food wouldn’t be enough to get them to date me— I should’ve just made them the cake like I wanted and asked ‘em out “

The team all stood in shock as Arans mouth opened and closed before he spoke again “ u-uh how did that even make sense— what just happened “

sunas body relaxed against the wall as he spoke soft and quiet “ osumas quit volley’ to be a chef, y/n believes in him so their dating, and “ he pointed to atsumu

“ and once again Atsumu looks stupid “

Atsumu

-he’s not one who would necessarily get along with someone shy nor do I see him being able to. The way he acts may go two ways it may make the person comfortable or it may just irritate them and make them even more anxious

-I don’t think he’s one to see the signs , he would probably take your uncomfortable laughter as him making you laugh and tell the whole team he finally broke you and got you to laugh

“ atsumu “

The setter called as he threw up a new set for his brother in the two on two practice match. His hand hitting the ball hard in a spike as he won his team the final point

Your body dropping as you immediately knew what was coming “ y/n-san did you see that “

“ y-yes atsumu-senpai “

“ it was cool wasnt it “ he said as he moved towards you

“ y-yes “

he smirked as he slid his hands in his pocket looking down on you as he came to a stop in front of your body “ well when your just a great player like me things like that come easy so you don’t have to worry if I hurt myself or not “

he looked away from you and to the floor but eyes darting up to look at you again quickly “ because I didn’t so yeah — don’t think I did “

you smiled softly trying to think of a way out of this “ I-I didn’t think so “

“ yeah see you know someone like me would never get injured —I have to be a great role model to my sweet little first year“

he patted your head as he sat down next to you feet out in front of him “ don’t go turning into one of my annoying fan girls ok y/n “

“ I won’t “

“ ah you don’t mean that “ he bumped you softly “ you love me—so your loves gonna blind you you’ll see “

“ oh “

“ see you do — and I love you too “

“ dude they dont even like talking to you “

“ oh shut yer trap yes they do their in love with me we’re destined to be together “

“ yeah in death — that’s what your gonna do ‘tsumu yer gonna make them off theirselves by hearing yer loud mouth every single time you win a match “

“ y/n you love me right “

your body flamed as you let out an uncomfortable laugh moving over on the bench “ they look —their laughing because it’s true “

his body stopped “ wait “

you felt as the wheels were turning in his head —a bit slow but they were turning

his voice coming out in mumbles “ if their laughing— and i’m talking— and now their laughing after I spoke —-l”

he yelled “ I MADE Y/N-SAN LAUGH “

he screamed in happiness smile huge “ I made them laugh guys “

he jolted up jumping when he stood before racing over to the group that all turned to look at him “ their laughing guys I — I did it their laughing their laug—“

your eyes darted to the floor as atsumu fell head first into the floor his voice coming out in a whine as he shook coming up to grab his nose in pain before reaching down to rub his ankle that he felt was thumping like crazy

“ y-you lied you did hurt yourself “

he moved to run his hand across the back of his neck “ well when you say hurt what do you me—“

your laugh came out in short giggles as you tried to hide it not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making you laugh your head turning to the side as you gave up and laughed into the air

Your giggles sounding like a song atsumu always wanted to play through his headphones when he would walk to school

His body thinking before his mind as he stood up and ran again towards the team “ Guys their — I did it again and you all saw — i’m amazing “

he fell forward again but this time just lying there as he mumbled into the ground

“ their totally in love with me — I made ‘em laugh not once but twice in a row —I got a real shot now“

Aran

-I don’t know much about him because I haven’t finished haikyu! I just know what i’ve gathered from short clips or from what i’ve seen already in the seasons & read in manga but he’s very open minded

-whenever he’s around you he’s always quick to snap and stop someone from telling you that you aren’t allowed to do something because it’s “ not logical “

Your body moved slowly to the gyms exit as you felt a hand come down over your shoulder

“ walk ‘ya home ? “

you looked up face stoic in a slight yes at Arans question

since you’d joined the team as manager you had yet to connect with the other boys only really speaking to Aran and helping him out when he needed it

He came to like being around you because you were a change of pace from his usual one dealing with the twins antics. So it wasn’t that hard to hear him asking to walk you home for the past few nights when practice ran too long

he sighed as he looked down at you “ you never really speak but I feel like your face talks for you “

you looked to the ground as he laughed “ get it because your always stoic —and your face shows noth—ok“

he looked away not hearing your laugh or seeing a smile deciding to cough the atmosphere away “ ok yeah get it “

it wasn’t that you didn’t want to laugh you just couldnt your parents dug into you anytime you went home. Theyd have your head if you didn’t focus only on your studies so, it was hard for you to talk or even be around other people when it wasn’t for class it made you anxious and you weren’t sure how to interact

People took this as you being shy and you weren’t going to explain that you wanted to talk but just didn’t know how

He let his hand fall from your shoulder as the walk soon came to a close him leaving you to walk up to the stairs to your home

“ you may go “ you said softly as he shook his head with a big smile on his face

“ nope not until I know your in your house safely “

you nodded your head as you took a deep breath the door opening before your hand could meet the lock your fathers voice knocking you on your butt

“ who is this — who is he y/n “

“ I-I “

“ I heard more than your voice out here and came to the door “

“ were you waiting up for me “

“ yes you didn’t come home after school today “

“ oh I— there was a math meet i’m sorry “ your father looked away in disgust as you lied

“ your lying to me I called your school and they said you quit mathletes to be a manager of some volleyball club “

you gulped “ I um “

“ why would you do something stupid like that it can’t help you in the future — with your studies “

“ because I um — I like “

you shut yourself up just nodding your head as your father beat into you “ so dumb I thought I raised you correctly it doesn’t matter what you want to do or what’s fun you do what makes you smart and whats logical you do not hold feeli—“

“ I think their happy “ Aran smiled at the scene in front of him “ I think they enjoy being our manager very much “

“ and who told you to spea-“

“ my heart — it guides a person to make decisions ones like I just made — and ones that you made — you want the best for your daughter right “

you fathers actions faltered as Aran continued to press into him “ If you want the best than you have to realize y/n Is tired and she’s not used to friendly interaction — she’s very out of place and uncomfortable around people because she’s only used to school work“

he shook his head in concern “ is this what you want for your child — for your kid to only know how to talk about school and not have a moment where their not spending it thinking about math equations and growing overworked “

“ well I— “

“ on our volleyball team we work ourselves hard yes— but we’ve also become great friends through this hard work we’re happy doing what we do because our hearts led us to do it not our parents “

he looked to you and back to your father as he stood looking up from the bottom of the stairs “ so I ask that you let your child stay on the volleyball team since their heart brought them there to sign up for the job one tuesday afternoon at 3:30 in our gym during our second winning match of the season “

your dad nodded his head in shock as he whispered out an ok

Aran smiling and leaving after waving to you with a short see you tomorrow

Your dad holding the house door open for you as he walked over whispering out to you “ you better marry that boy “ he smiled as he moved through the house

“ he remembered every detail about when he first met you “

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[todoroki-waifu]

Atsumu x F! Reader

Scenario: When you try to subtly confess to Atsumu.

Word Count: 1,970

Genre: Fluff and humor.

Warnings: Cursing, female reader, and some OOC-ness (maybe?). My first time writing for Atsumu and the rest of the Inarizaki team. 

————

“I get that she’s the most beautiful here, but we are here to check out the art, too.” Atsumu jumps slightly at a voice and hand on his shoulder. 

“‘Samu!" 

"Could you be any more obvious?" 

"I-I wasn’t doing anything!” Atsumu huffs, a blush attacking his face as he shakes off his brother’s hand. 

“Why don’t you ask her out already before someone else does?" 

"I’m working on it!" 

"Hey, who’s that with __(y/n)?” Suna chimes into their conversation, nodding to where you had been standing and admiring a portrait. The two see a man conversing with you, both of you very engaged in whatever topic that was being discussed. He brought out a small electronic device, looking a bit nervous as he showed you the screen. 

“He’s probably going to ask for her number.” Osamu replies indifferently, but did a quick glance at his sibling.

“What?!” Atsumu immediately leaves the group.

“Wait, but doesn’t that guy-” Aran questions, but Kita cuts him off while the others hold in their chuckles.

“Let him figure it out." 

——-

"So if you put your-” While you were listening to the young man who approached you, a familiar face made himself known.

“Hey, buddy, is there a problem over here?” Atsumu suddenly inserts himself in between you and the stranger. He stands tall, looming over the shorter male.

“N-no, there is no problem.”

“Atsumu-kun, he was just-” You placed a hand on his arm and tried to explain the situation.

“Don’t worry, __(y/n)-chan. I got this.” Atsumu gently pushes you behind him to hide you.

“Was there something you needed from her?” He continues. 

“No, si-sir. I-I was only trying to-”

“Well, if you ain’t got any business with her, I suggest you beat it.” The blonde twin glares at the male hiding behind his black device. He smirks victoriously, watching the scared stranger run away. He turns around to find you with your arms crossed and an incredulous look. 

“Why were you so mean to him?”

“Mean? What do you mean? Wasn’t he trying to hit on you?”

“What? No! He works here! He’s a staff member." 

"But didn’t he have his phone out to get your number?”

“Get my..-you mean his Ipad? He wasn’t trying to get my number, he was asking for my email so he could send a survey for us to fill out on how satisfied we were with the staff and the place." 

Atsumu had no answer, processing what he did to the innocent and diligent worker and to you. You must think he’s a crazy idiot for sure. 

"As funny and adorable that was, you’re coming with me to apologize.” You grabbed his hand, dragging Atsumu to find the man who he wrongly yelled at. 

“Yes..” He pouts, but obeys. You’re zipping through the crowd until you finally spot your target.

“He’s with someone else, but we’re waiting until he’s finished and I’m not letting go until you do." 

"I-I wasn’t gonna run away.” His cheeks heat up at your clasped hands, avoiding your gaze. 

“Just in case.” You continued to look forward, __(e/c) eyes too shy to meet his brown ones. 

“Thank you though,” You break the short pause, “I know it was a misunderstanding, but it’s nice to know that someone has my back.”

Atsumu directs his head to you, but is unable to see your face since it’s turned away with your finger busying itself with a strand of your hair. 

“Of course. Always.” Your heart skips at his soft reply. You feel a gentle squeeze on your hand and respond similarly, fighting back the smile that was eager to present itself.

“Oh look! He’s done. Let’s go.” You gently pull him towards the staff worker once he has finished speaking to the other customers. You’re about to release his hand, but Atsumu keeps a tight grip. Probably he’s nervous about admitting to his mistake, you assume. 

So you hold his hand just as tight, figuring he needs the support. You knew how much of a big baby he was.

But really, Atsumu was using this as an excuse to hold you just a bit longer. His fingers felt right in between yours. 

——-

You managed to take some great pictures wherever it was allowed, but the artwork that forbade photos, you captured in your memory. After touring around the entire museum, you and the boys were starting to feel hungry, so everyone agreed to eat at the nearest restaurant.

You saw a few people scattered outside and you volunteered to ask the host how long the wait would be. Osamu steps behind his brother and lightly taps the back of his knees with his.

“Remember, that guy works here." 

"Shut up, 'samu! I know that.” Atsumu huffs, red cheeks puffing out slightly as his friends laugh loudly. They stop as soon as you near them, telling the boys that there was a table open that could accommodate your party.

You sat in between the Miya twins which made you both nervous and happy. Your crush on Atsumu was getting worse every day yet you didn’t hate the feeling. You distracted yourself by looking through the menu, all of you deciding to share a couple appetizers before choosing your individual meals. 

“What are you getting, __(y/n)-chan?” Atsumu asks, brown eyes looking at you as he lowers his menu.

“Hmmmm, I’m not sure yet. I’m caught between number 8 and 9.” You point to the items on the main course list. 

“Oh! I was going to get the number 8. How about I get 8 and you get the 9 and we can just share? That way, we can get a taste of both. I’m curious about number 9 also.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?" 

"Yea, of course I wouldn’t mind!” He grins, folding the menu before placing it on the table. You copy him and wait for the server to collect your orders. 

You then bring out your phone, taking pictures of the boys and the restaurant’s interesting decor. Despite your school’s motto, you liked to keep the memories. 

“Ne, Atsumu-kun, mind if I borrow your phone? Your camera is better than mine.” Your cell phone was a few years old, but Atsumu just replaced his and you were waiting to upgrade yours. Part of you was glad that you hadn't yet because you were going to use this opportunity to see how he feels about you. 

“Sure. Here ya go.” He hands you his phone. 

“Thanks!” You start taking pictures of yourself, really impressed with the photo quality. 

“Take a selfie with me.” You change the camera view as you hold out your hand in front of you and Atsumu.

“You’re so far! Get close to me like you actually like me.” You say jokingly as you hear a few, muffled snickers around the table. Atsumu stutters a response, but you interrupt him when you start counting from three. 

“Ready? Smile!” You take a few shots before looking at each one closely.

“Yeck, I’m deleting that one. I look gross in there.” You weren’t satisfied with how you smiled and your eyes looked like they were in mid blink. 

“What? Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous!” Atsumu looks up at you after he watches you remove one of the many pictures. You blush at his statement, dodging his stare.

“Oh, ummm. ..t-thank you." 

"You don’t gotta thank me. It’s the truth.” Atsumu murmurs, but it’s coherent enough where you could understand him.

“Get ready with your orders. The waiter is coming.” Kita sees the server walking towards your table. You went first and while everyone else was focused on the waiter, you quickly dragged your finger around on the phone screen. You immediately closed what you were doing and handed Atsumu back his phone. 

Your heart was beating fast, but you kept a calm smile on your face as you casually made conversation with the volleyball team. None of the guys knew about your crush, afraid that they would make fun of you. Not that you believed they would, but you weren’t comfortable telling anyone yet. 

Except for today. 

You finally were going to tell one person about your crush and that person was Atsumu. You planned everything out for a while, thinking of every possible situation that could happen and how you would approach it. You were surprised at how smoothly your idea was going, but that made you even more uneasy. 

But you already made your move and hoped that he would notice the little message in his phone. 

———

Dinner was both fun yet stressful. Every time Atsumu would check his phone, your heart would jump at the thought of him seeing what you put. But he made no reaction so you assumed he had yet to see it. 

And you were fine with that. You’d prefer if he read it at home instead of in a public place. 

Everyone went their separate ways after the restaurant except you and the Miya twins. Your house wasn’t too far from theirs so they walked most of the way with you. Once you were close enough, you waved goodbye to the brothers.

“Bye! See you soon! And don’t forget to send me those pictures later, okay, Atsumu-kun?" 

"Yeah, I will! Bye, __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu waved back before turning away with Osamu.

——–

Unfortunately, he never sent those pictures. He must have forgotten, but with how many days has passed, you believed he probably felt awkward with the little note you put. 

If he saw it. He never acted any differently when you saw him at school.

Maybe he never did see it? But you were too afraid to ask so you were just going to live quietly with your heartache. 

——-

“Oh, shoot! I forgot to send those pics to __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu says loudly while he and Osamu walk home from practice.

“You haven’t sent them yet? It’s been a week.” Osamu shakes his head. 

“I forgot! I was too busy thinking of a way to tell her I like her. I gotta make sure it’s perfect.” The setter takes out his phone and taps on the photo album icon. As he selects and scrolls through the photos, his eyes become rounded at one particular image. 

It was a selfie of you and him, sitting close, cheek to cheek as you both smile happily. What made him pause was the heart drawn over the two of you with the words ’yes or no?’ written at the bottom.

“Ahh! ’s-samu! Look, look!” He shows his phone to his brother. “I think __(y/n)-chan likes me back! She put this on our picture!”

As soon as Osamu sees what’s on the screen, his eyes also widen slightly then suddenly smacks his brother at the back of his head. “Dumbass! That photo has been sitting there for that long already?”

“I told you already, I forgot! And she never said anything! Other than to send the pictures after we ate- Oh my God, 'samu, I really am a dumbass!” Realization hit Atsumu harder than his brother’s slap.

“I knew that a long time ago. Now, why are you still here talking to me? Shouldn’t you be talking to __(y/n) instead?" 

"You’re right! I gotta text her!” Atsumu’s hands were working fast in trying to find your text message conversation. Before Osamu could even make a snide comment, Atsumu becomes aware of a better alternative to communicate with you. 

———

On your way home, you received multiple texts from Atsumu, all saying the same thing.

Yes!

Yes!!

Yes!

Yes!!!!

’The hell? Yes to what?’ Right when you were about to reply, you saw an incoming call from the setter who made your heart skip a beat daily. 

“Hello?” You answer. 

“Yes! __(y/n), yes! I want to be your boyfriend!”

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[seraphdreams]

greengreengreen

warnings : smut, fem!reader, drunk sex, suna being a bit of a jerk at the end, college AU

wc - 2.8k

a/n - this was originally gonna be a football!au but i got lazy and changed it back to volleyball

There’s cheering heard from the end of the hallway in the spacious university. Loud whooping and chants were heard as your classmates ran up to the commotion. You continued walking foreward at your steady pace, avoiding the crowd. “Look! The volleyball team is back!” You hear a student exclaim. You pause in your tracks, throat suddenly dry. You swallow, eyes growing wide as you lock orbs on the tall newbie the volleyball team welcomed. His eyes were like a fox’s, narrow and uninterested.

The way the jersey he has on enunciates his long toned torso, has you in awe. He seemed not to care about the praise and applause he was getting but instead taking out his cloth and wiping his forehead with the towel previously draped around his neck.

Your white haired best friend came up to you from the herd, suddenly looking at you in confusion. waving a hand in front of your face. A trance, is what you’re in. Just a split second of eye contact with what you’d describe as the prettiest man you’ve ever seen had you flustered. His allure was so daunting, leaving you almost speechless.

“Hey, Y/N. Hello? Guess what?” You snap out of your thoughts, looking up at Kita. He was also on the football team. His hair was drenched in sweat and face flushed pink. You cock your head to side, a response to his question. “We won the game, and that new second year is amazing!” He continues. “New second year? The one you were just thinking about? He’s....amazing? Is that why he was getting so much attention?” You think to yourself. Once again you were brought back to reality by Kita, clapping his hand to get your attention.

“Oh! Sorry, i was just wondering, when did he get on the team?” You question, straightening up at the loud clasp of his hands. The team finally got through the hallway, walking past you and Kita. He looks to the side, noticing the slow walking brunette. As soon as the man is in the same radius as Kita, he pulls him by the arm, yanking him into the conversation. He was slightly crouching under the shorter’s grip on his arm.

“He’s been on the team for a few weeks, this is Suna Rintarō. He scored us 12 points at tonight’s game.” Kita announces, Suna straightening up as Kita’s grip loosens. Your heart beats faster, feeling as if it’s going to burst out of your chest. “Hi, i’m Y/N” You say in a soft voice. He raises his eyebrows in affirmation, looking at you deep in your eyes.

Kita observes your body language, the way you held your hands behind your back, squeezed your thighs at the look Rintarō gave you, and licked your lips as you looked up at him with “innocent” eyes. Kita whispers something in his ear, Suna walking away a few seconds later. “It’s kinda late, isn’t it? Want me to walk you to your dorm?” Kita progresses. You nod your head and walk side by side out of the now empty hallway.

“‘Samu, i’m telling you, that’s my shoe!” You hear a loud voice from the outdoor courtyard. You spot Atsumu, obviously fighting with his twin. As you and Kita crept closer on your commute to the dorms, he scolded, “Twins! Cut that out!” Osamu and Atsumu halt then straighten out their clothes, scoffing at one another. “I swear they still act like they’re still in high school” Kita says with a chuckle. Pretty scenery of the campus went by as you and Kita continue to chat on your way to the dorms.

It was your second year of university. Kita’s been your best friend since your first year of highschool when you decided to become the manager of their volleyball team. He was so nice and a great person to talk to about whatever, always listening and giving the best advice. You both grew closer as the years progressed, instantly becoming best friends.

You’re in the same grade as the twins, having been with them since your first year as well. They were your source of entertainment and gossip. That’s why you were a bit confused how they never told you about the rookie. “Looks like we’re here.” You say looking at the room number on your dorm. Warm arms wrap around your shoulders as Kita pulls you in for a sweaty hug, flashing a smile at you before leaving toward his own dorm. “Ugh Shinsuke!” You joke opening the door to your room and carefully stepping in.

_________

After a long shower, you work on your school work, still in a towel. You decided to finish a few math problems, chewing at the end of the pen. There was no need to do work now, it was the Friday and the you could relax all weekend, maybe drink some wine. You check your phone. A message from Osamu catches your eyes.

There’s a house party a few minutes away. Wanna come with me?

A party didn’t seem to bad at the moment, you were already showered and hadn’t gotten dressed, having fun won’t hurt. You text him back a “sure”. You weren’t necessarily a party person, only clinging to the people you knew, but maybe you’d step out of your comfort zone. You search through a mess of clothes piled on your chair, stuffed in your drawer, and under your bed, until you found the perfect outfit. Something short. You put on makeup, spraying loads of setting spray to make sure you don’t sweat it off.

You slipped on your shoes and pranced to the door and down the hallway. You look both ways frantically, waiting to see a familiar face. Finally, you see a silhouette of the twins walking towards you. Atsumu held keys in his hand, jingling at every step he made. Once they were visible and in a close enough distance, Osamu cleared his throat. “We have to wait for someone else.” He stated. “Who?” You ask in curiosity, thinking it could be Kita or Aran.

You hear a door unlock from the back of the hall, the man was walking slowly looking down at his phone.

From where you were standing it looked like he was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. “Suna! Hurry the fuck up!” Atsumu yells. He looks up from his phone and slowly jogs up to him. You felt your heart pulsate the same way it did before. “Suna was coming? Why didn’t Osamu tell me?” you ask yourself. Once Suna caught up with the group, you all walked out the dorm hall and down the stairs.

It was a long quiet walk from the courtyard to the student parking lot, Suna being on his phone and the twins not speaking.

Atsumu found his car and unlocked the door, him driving with ‘Samu in the passenger seat and you and Suna in backseats. You strapped yourself in, everyone else following suit. Osamu hooks his phone up to aux cord, playing his playlist.

The rod was about 15 minutes long. ‘Tsumu pulls up to a large house on an almost abandoned street. There were lights flashing, seen from the windows and reflecting outside. You could see people outside with drinks in their hands, laughing at whatever nonsense they were talking about.

You look over at an unamused Suna, still looking down at his phone. “Who’s the designated driver?” Osamu questions. Atsumu raises his eyebrows and turns to his twin, eyes lighting up. “No. I don’t trust you” His twin replies, sitting back in the seat, arms folded. “I promise i’ll stay sober ‘Samu!” He pouts childishly. Osamu scoffs in response unbuckling his seatbelt. The group treads out of the car. You fix your outfit as you close the door to Atsumu’s black 2019 Dodge Charger.

You walk behind the group, keeping your eyesight fixated on the broad back of the brunette in front of you. Atsumu opens the door. You’re greeted with loud music, a blend of different bodies, and on your far right, tall stairs with a few people sitting down at the front. Nobody you knew was there except for the company you came with. You walk to the least crowded place, the drink table. You weren’t really a heavy drinker, but a shot or two wouldn’t hurt in helping you loosen up. The air suddenly smelt of a heavy masculine scent.

“Do you know what you’re drinking?” The deep, quiet voice says. You turn your head, meeting his chest then looking into his eyes. It was Suna. You nod and point to the label written on the bottle, “vodka”. He chuckles, a breathy laugh erupting from his throat. You smile at his expression, a little confused.

“What?”. He sets his drink down on the counter and puts his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. “You look a little bit lightweight, and there’s a lot of alcohol in your cup.” You scoff, putting the cup to your lips, inhaling the green apple taste, shuddering at the burning sensation that comes afterwards. The boy you thought was quiet wasn’t as quiet as you thought.

You lock your eyes on the snake tattoo that wrapped around his lower neck then disappeared under his shirt. He caught your examining eyes then looked over your head, a hungry Osamu stuffing his face with hors d’oeuvres. “What does that tattoo mean?” You ask. Rintaro inhales, then takes a sip from his drink. “I forgot. I got it when i was really high” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. You look up at his slit-like eyes, they glowed green, obvious evil intent behind them. You look down at the now empty cup in your hands. “Damn, you finished that fast” He says, eyes wide as he peers at the red cup in your hand. He finished the drink in his hand soon after, as to one-up you.

The conversation went on for what felt like hours. You grew more and more intoxicated as the minutes passed. The bass in the music throbbing in your head. Everything that came out of Suna’s mouth sounded slurred. You nodded at every noise you could comprehend. In the blink of an eye, he was no longer in front of you. You felt a large hand wrap around your waist, tugging on the fabric of your shirt. You felt swaying motions behind you.

The heartbeat of the figure prodding aggressively against your head. The music was slower, sensual even. You try to reach for your phone in your bag, haziness fogging over your mind. A hard grip on your arm knocks you out of your daze. You felt hard pulling, trying to look up at who was dragging you up the stairs. To your surprise, it was Rintarō. As you ascend up the stairs, you pass rooms. Suna checks the locks on each of the doors then opens the door of finally unlocked room in the middle of the hall.

The room was dark with only the pale moonlight shining through the window, insinuating the unholy bright green glint in his eyes. He motions for you to lay on the bed. You do as told, not sure why.

He kneels in front of you, wrapping his rough hands around your thighs and spreading them away, face to face with your cunt. He groans at the sight. “Are you a virgin?” He questions, snapping you out of the lust that was growing in your core. You shyly nod your head. “Do you want me to continue?” He solicits, looking up at you. You nod your head slowly.

He wraps his limber fingers around the waistband of your bottoms, pulling them down along with your underwear, a string of slick connecting your garments with your warm body. Another groan slips from his mouth, “So pretty.”

He attaches his lips to your clit, sucking and licking the bud. You arch your back, fisting the sheets beneath you. His gaze into your eyes like needles piercing your skin, sharp. He uses his skilled tongue to lap around your slit, dipping in and out. The cries you let out are loud, causing him to slow down his pace. He removes his lips from your cunt. They were glossed in your slick. He licks his lips then presses a thick finger into your hole. You yelp in surprise, gasping as he brutally finger fucks you. You tangle your hands in his dark brown locks, crying out words like “please” and “fuck”. He slips in another digit in no remorse for your poor tight cunt. The way he curls his fingers inside you while thumbing your clit has you in pure ecstasy.

You hiccup as you feel your orgasm pooling through you. He sucks the creamy liquid you left on his fingers. A vexatious smile on his face as he stands up and towers over your small frame.

“I want you to take all of me.” He demands. You look down at the growing bulge in his jeans the back up at him. You whimper at the sight, scared for your hole. He leans over to meet your eyes. He places sloppy kisses on your lips, using his tongue to part your lips. You scratch at his back as he deepens the kiss by pressing his tongue against yours. You kiss back letting him take control. He runs his lips down your jaw, meeting your neck.

He sinks his sharp canines into your neck harshly sucking on the flesh. He leaves little love bites all the way down to your chest. He stands back and looks at your abused body, proud of the work he’s done. He slides his shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor next to your bottoms. The snake tattoo you previously seen before looks more prominent now, more dangerous. You lean back, spreading your legs wider as he pulls his cock out from his jeans. He strokes a few times before aligning it with your drooling cunt

He slowly glides the tip in, sucking his teeth at the way you clench around the fat head. You wince at the pain. He tries pushing in once again, you getting tighter at each advance. He reaches his hand over to your thigh, rubbing the skin in small circles. “Breathe.” He whispers in spite to soothe you. You deeply inhale then exhale. Suna pushes halfway through, groaning at the feeling. An image of your smile flashes through his mind, the way you made him feel warm. “Hey?” He questions. You look up at him, confused by the childlike grin on his face.

“What’s red and shaped like a bucket?” Rintarō jokes. You shoot him a confused look. “i don’t know.” You say. “A red bucket.” The laugh you let out was quickly cut off by a sharp inhale. He thrusted his full length inside your cunt. “Sorry” He apologizes apathetically. You mewl at his dangerously fast pace inside you. It hurts but the pain was soon overridden by pleasure. He rubs your clit in harsh circles. You slip your hand under your shirt to play with your nipples.

A soft moan escapes from your core. The bliss was immense, leaving you breathless as he continued to bruise your cervix with his terribly accurate thrusts. You couldn’t take too much of it before you felt your core heat up. The pleasure ran through your whole body, attacking all of your nerves. You felt numb, mumbling and babbling unintelligible words.

“Good girl, you take me so well” He praises, pressing down on the bulge visible in your stomach. You moan at his words, trembling from the orgasm that’s about to crash through you. “Su-“ You try to let out. “I’m gonna cum!” You mewl, trying to sound as audible as possible. You wrap your hands around his wrist while arching your back. Hot liquid splashes his lower abdomen, coating his cock with your cream.

“Fuck, you squirted” He gasps, chasing his own high. The overstimulation leaves you tired and unable to respond to his thrusts. His thighs tense as he nears his orgasm. He sprays his warm seed in your cunt, painting the walls white. You both pant as you catch your breaths.

He tucks his cock back into his pants and grabs his shirt on the floor, putting it on. He tosses you your bottoms. “How does it feel to be bred your first time?” He mocks. The green glow in his eyes came back, more vibrant than ever. He leaves the room, leaving you to clean yourself up. You laid in the bed for a while, a text from Osamu waking you up from almost dozing off.

Come outside, we’re leaving

You trot downstairs, collecting your things and meeting the twins at the car. Atsumu looked to be out of it completely, Suna recording and laughing. It seemed like you and Rintarō became strangers again, he didn’t acknowledge you at all. Osamu was driving this time. You opened the door and sat on the seat, seeing Suna glued to his phone once again. There was complete silence the whole ride back, except Atsumu talking to himself.

You leaned your head back on the seat and fell asleep.

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I'm a sucker for angst to fluff stories.. surprise me for some Atsumu? Hehe thank youuu ❤

—nothing and everything

[atsumu miya x gn! reader]

synopsis: miya atsumu was more than content with the life he had with you

warnings: big sad, implied character death, implied accident, mention of the word ass like two times?

words: 1746

—note: so i made a big mistake 🤠 i thought you said angst or fluff so i went crazy with the angst HDJSJSJSN if you want angst to fluff, i can make a part two for this :D sorry agAin!! it was like 4AM when i read the inbox HDJSJSN i hope you enjoy, regardless :)

<- go to hq masterlist | part two for nothing and everyrhing

It was undeniable that Miya Atsumu had it all.

He was skilled in a lot of things, known for his impeccable volleyball plays, and had both looks and intelligence. Atsumu, the former Inarizaki turned MSBY Black Jackals setter, broke all boundaries and surpassed all expectations.

The setter was always content with the life he has lived and couldn’t ask for anything more.

Looking back on the fun memories of him as a setter— specifically the time when Kita was captain— he could never forget one of the people that made him become the Atsumu today.

It wasn’t his twin brother, Osamu, nor was it MSBY’s wing spiker, Sakusa. It was you, Y/N L/N, the former manager of Inarizaki and, now, MSBY, who held a place in Miya Atsumu’s heart.

Funnily enough, you two started on the wrong foot.

One day, while everyone was busy during free practice, Kita came in with a student behind him. Aran gathered the members (kids) in front of Kita and this mystery person, who, mind you, was very very pretty.

“This is Y/N L/N,” Kita introduced and you bowed, “our new manager.”

Atsumu’s eyes twinkled at this very attractive person, who he was sure had liked him too. Sadly, he shouldn’t have gone through with his assumption or at least, he should’ve followed Osamu’s silent warning not to do whatever stupid thing he was planning to do. Much to Aran’s dismay, Suna was encouraging the setter to continue as he held out his phone discreetly to record the whole thing.

Strutting confidently towards you, he wrapped an arm around your waist and said, “Hey, sweet cheeks.”

Regret came faster than the punch delivered to his gut, but Atsumu somehow felt giddy when you visibly staggered from being slightly flustered. He wanted to do it again, but it had to be some other time because Kita was scolding him right now.

Atsumu made it his mission to make you his, but even he wasn’t aware that that was what he wanted. All he knew was he couldn’t wait to fluster you again.

Maybe, through it all, he actually did succeed in both making you flustered and making you his.

Truthfully, you had come to tolerate the Miya Atsumu beneath it all— the one who was quick to analyzation then action; the one who could easily read you and your moods; and the one who never failed to make you happy.

Atsumu always greeted with a soft smile, shouting “Peaches!” when he sees you even from miles away. When asked why he called you that, he says it’s because of the shape of your ass— but Osamu knew it was because he liked your faint peach scent, Atsumu just can’t admit to being soft.

Miya Atsumu was always confident. Atsumu knew he had it all so he never faltered in anything. However, the setter couldn’t even sleep the day before he plans to ask you out— you’ve become such an important part of his life that he didn’t want to scare you at all with his feelings.

Once again, he really should’ve heed with Osamu’s assurance that you liked him back too, “‘Yer both simps for each other, ya know that?”

“Shut ‘yer trap.”

He asked you out successfully and he wouldn’t want it any way else.

A light punch to his shoulder snapped him from his reminiscing. It had actually been years since you got together and Atsumu was more than happy that your relationship stayed strong even as you grew older.

“You wound me, peaches,” Atsumu grinned stupidly, rubbing his shoulder. “Still calling me peaches, ‘tsum?” was your reply instead.

“It’s because I like your a—”

“‘Samu told me the truth, you know,” you giggled as you cut him off from his narration of how he loved your ass. He did love it though, it just happened not to be the actual reason behind the endearment.

Fake gagging could be heard from Bokuto and Hinata, with Sakusa just judging silently. “They’re at it again,” Hinata groaned.

Rolling your eyes, you bonk the now-taller male on the head. “Come on, you three, we’ll be late to meeting the others from Team Japan,” you grinned, but it was too scary that it made them follow, as you pull your dear Tsum to get moving.

No one will deny that you two were made for each other, even Sakusa could vouch for it. You are Atsumu’s anchor and Atsumu is your fresh breath of air. Sure, MSBY had to deal with pranks from the two of you and it was annoying sometimes, especially for the singles, to see a very loving couple. But you two deserved each other and the world.

The car ride was peaceful— a new for the rowdy MSBY quartet and the unfortunate manager. Only you and Atsumu were awake, his hand on your thigh while you had your eyes on the road.

It wasn’t often that Atsumu became soft. Heck, he even uses excuses for his nickname for you. But something in him just wanted to hold your hand and tell you that he loves you more than you could ever know.

So, that’s what he did.

“Peaches,” Atsumu sleepily murmurred, leaning his head on his side to get comfortable, “I love you so much, peaches.”

Miya Atsumu will always succeed in making you flustered, that’s for sure.

“I love you too, ‘tsum.”

You all arrived safely at the National Training Center, with Kuroo and Iwa waving from the entrance. The three energetic MSBY players zoomed off to greet their peers while you and Sakusa kept a normal pace. Sadly, Sakusa went ahead to the bathrooms; probably to clean his hands before meeting the others. So you walked to the meeting room with Kuroo and Iwaizumi instead, talking about nothing and everything.

“Still with the setter, huh?” Kuroo wiggled his eyebrows while Iwaizumi rolled his eyes.

“Still can’t kiss your boyfriend, huh?” was your retort, earning a snort from the trainer and a groan from the promoter. “Why can’t you fight Iwa, instead? Why did you have to remind me? It’s been one week! I just accidentally turned his console off while he was streaming…”

All bickering that was about to happen had stopped when Coach Hibarida arrived. The flurry of players followed him as they took their seat in the room. It wasn’t time for the meeting yet, though, so everyone was casually talking to each other.

It turns out Coach Hibarida needed some important files that you opted to leave at your home with Atsumu because the coach said he didn’t need it. Apologetically, Coach Hibarida even bowed and asked if you could get it now.

You stammered at the sudden gesture from the older and reassured repeatedly that it was fine as you took your keys.

“You four better be on your best behavior while I’m gone,” You warned, particularly at the rowdy trio. Bokuto and Hinata whined but Atsumu was uncharacteristically quiet.

“‘Tsum, you okay?” You whispered, squishing his face with both of your hands.

If he were to be honest, something about today made him feel on edge. Red alarms were going on in his head now that you had to rush back home to get some files. He wanted you to stay here.

“Can you not go?” Atsumu asked, though both of you knew how important those files were.

“I’ll be back, ‘tsum. Love you,” You kissed him, not minding the fake gagging from the other three.

“Mhmm… I love you, peaches.”

You promised Atsumu.

You’ll be back.

Right?

It was an understatement to say that Atsumu was anxious after you left. He was beyond restless with how long it took you to arrive back to his side.

He didn’t even mind when his phone disturbed the meeting. Atsumu was just happy to get some sort of assurance that you were safe, seeing that it was your face that appeared on the screen.

“Peaches! You’re taking too long,” Atsumu laughed, although everyone knew it was off.

“...Peaches?”

“Is this Miya Atsumu?”

Why was it not your voice?

Why was the background so noisy?

Why weren’t you the one who answered?

“Sir, Y/N L/N got into an accident.”

The room fell to silence, curious and worried that one of their setters sat frozen to his seat as tears ran from his eyes. Kuroo, who happened to overhear the call because he sat beside Atsumu, rushed to Coach Hibarida to excuse himself and the shocked male to rush to your location.

Atsumu and Kuroo went out immediately, with the promoter choosing to drive for the both of them because he knew it was dangerous if Atsumu had to go by himself. The meeting even had to be postponed as the rest of the Jackals followed Kuroo’s texts, with Iwaizumi driving for them.

Miya Atsumu was always confident. Atsumu knew he had it all so he never faltered in anything. The only times he had been nervous were because of you; when he first met you, when he asked you out, and when he even bought a ring for you the other day.

But he didn’t like this feeling. He didn’t like the dread that came with his nervousness.

Atsumu almost bawled then and there when he saw your state. You’ve always been strong; stronger than Atsumu will ever be, and he has always loved you for that. So it hurt to see you like this.

All Atsumu could do right now is cry and wish and wish and wish that you’ll be okay.

You’ll be okay, then he’ll be okay too.

It was undeniable that Miya Atsumu had it all.

He was skilled in a lot of things, known for his impeccable volleyball plays, and had both looks and intelligence. Atsumu, the former-Inarizaki turned MSBY Black Jackals setter, broke all boundaries and surpassed all expectations.

The setter was always content with the life he has lived and couldn’t ask for anything more.

But as the heartbeat slowed down and became silently deafening, he was willing to give up everything he had, has, and will have just for one more minute. One more minute in exchange for everything that made him happy, because you’ll always be the source of his happiness and hope.

Now, Miya Atsumu will never be content with the life he will have to live without you.

And it was now undeniable that he had just lost it all.

—reblogging would help a lot! thank you for reading ❤️

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Reasons and Days

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Reader

Summary: If you two only told each other how you really felt.

WC: 2.1K

Warnings: angst, miscommunication because I am evil

A/N: I listened to so many sad love songs because I am depresso so hopefully I was fully inspired for this one. 

Frankly, you should’ve been studying, relaxing, sleeping – anything else. In fact, that essay due at the end of the week was begging to be looked at but you couldn’t focus on it at the moment. Not when Miya Atsumu consumed your every thought each second of every day.  

Admittedly, you don’t remember how it came to this. You two have been friends with each other ever since middle school. You could tell him everything, but you couldn’t tell him about this: your feelings for him. At first, you tried to bury it six feet under but it bubbled to the surface. How could anyone say no to his smile?

Then, you realized it wasn’t something you could easily get rid of. You’ve tried to expel your feelings several times now. You even tried to be disgusted with how he messily ate despite having years to become accustomed to it. It didn’t work.  

You still don’t know what compelled you to like him. No, scratch that. You could list every reason why. After all, you had written every single minuscule thing every day. Sometimes, you’d write down reasons in your phone so you wouldn’t forget. If you couldn’t stop liking him, you thought that you might as well justify your feelings. 

Reason 1: he makes you smile. It was the simplest one, but it was the most crucial because those rapid heartbeats didn’t mean nothing to you. And when he smiles in return? Your heart would stop.

Reason 26: he gives his all to everything he’s passionate about. Surprisingly, this was lower down the list but you still jotted it down because it was essential to his personality.  

Reason 41 – the most recent one: he gave me his sweater when it was cold. Even now you wore it, pulling the sleeves above your hands. The scent of his cologne was still faintly there and you smiled at it – reminded of all the hugs you two shared.  

You sneezed softly and groaned before blowing your nose. Perhaps you should dress warmer like Atsumu advised. The weather was beginning to chill, and it was only December 3rd.

The letter in front of you demanded to be finished, so you obliged.  

Dear Atsumu,

I know that it’s only been 41 days since I figured out I liked you – but every day you give me something new to adore. Today you gave me your sweater and I absolutely love it. Something about it is just so you? It’s even one you bought from your time at nationals. I’m so excited to watch you go to nationals again this year!  

Tomorrow is another day and I get to find another thing to admire about you. I’ll wear warmer clothes like you want, even I can admit that.  

Why do you do this to me?

-Y/N

Now that the small letter was complete, you finally returned your attention to the essay you had to complete.  

~

“Good morning Y/N!” Atsumu exclaimed, jumping onto you. The sudden surprise of his body weight made you falter and almost fall over until he got off. For whatever reason this morning, he was in a joyful mood.  

“Don’t be a brute, idiot,” Osamu muttered, rolling his eyes at his twin. His droopy eyes moved to you and he said, “Mornin’ Y/N.”

You smiled kindly, “Good morning to you two. What’s got ‘tsumu so excited?”

Osamu sighed and began to walk with you, ignoring Atsumu completely, “He’s going to some camp this month.”

“It’s not just any camp!” Atsumu whined. He sprinted up to meet with you and slung an arm around your shoulder. “It’s the All-Japan Youth Training Camp!”

You beamed, “That’s amazing, ‘tsumu! Do you know anyone else going?”

“Heh, do you really need to ask?” He began to smirk, probably because he spent all his time stalking each person. You shook your head and he began to laugh.  

“Anyways,” Osamu cleared his throat. “Class is starting and we need to go.”  

“Oh shoot, ‘samu’s right,” you jumped after looking at your watch. “Bye ‘tsumu!”

Atsumu waved you two goodbyes with a smile, but frowned when you left his view. Despite knowing you longer and being your friend first, it seemed as if you liked Osamu more. You and Osamu decided to hang out more – even without having projects to do together. The first bitter feeling occurred maybe a month ago, when you smiled at a joke Osamu made.  

Around a few weeks ago, you showed up to a game of theirs. The game had been pretty hard on Osamu, so of course you would run up to him first to see if he was okay. Still, it didn’t change the fact that it hurt not having you run towards him once he was out of the locker room.  

He knew he had no right to be jealous. You were your own individual. It’s not like you two were dating, either. Yet, Atsumu couldn’t explain the drops in his stomach when he saw you with Osamu. Something just seemed right about it.  

Could Atsumu blame you for favoring Osamu? No. He couldn’t. Atsumu chose to be unlikeable. At the time, nothing else mattered but training for volleyball. Now, he regretted it. So many people don’t like him. Atsumu thought he had no right to be upset with you for choosing Osamu, too. Everyone always did.  

~

“Hey ‘tsumu!” You said, running up to him just as he was about to leave his house. Huffs of dragon breath puffed into the air as you caught your breath. Your body was burning up despite the cold weather.  

The blond looked surprised, especially since you were never a morning person. His widened eyes slanted into a smile. “Who are you and what have you done with Y/N?”

You rummaged into your bag, “Oh hush. I made you a care package.”

Atsumu’s eyes twinkled as if he saw a volleyball begging to be set. “Really?!”

You nodded. Procuring the package, you held it out to him. Reason 52: he gets excited over the simplest gestures of kindness. Suddenly, your cold face warmed up. Atsumu looked through the goodies, “You even got me fatty tuna?!”

You chuckled, “It wouldn’t be a care package without it.”

The setter wrapped you in a tight hug and pulled away with a grin. “Thank you so much! Is there anything I can do for you?”  

Was this your chance to ask for a date? No, that only works in fanfiction. Just ask for something simple. “Please play nice at the camp.”

Knowing Atsumu, that might be harder. Should’ve gone for something even simpler.

“Have some faith in me!” Atsumu pouted, “I can be nice!”

You raised an eyebrow but shook your head. “I’ll give a survey to everyone there just to make sure.”

“Eh? Who are you? Aran-san or Kita-san?”  

“Nope, just Y/N,” you replied, sticking out your tongue.  

“That’s enough for me,” Atsumu murmured.  

You blinked. Did you hear that right? Snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of a door slamming open, a familiar voice called out through the soft snow. “’Tsumu, mom says that you need to hurry up and catch the train!”

“Crap! You’re right!” Atsumu exclaimed. “Goodbye, Y/N!”  

Then, the blond ran off, making sure not to slip on the slush. Osamu watched his twin run off in his own coat no less and sighed with a shake of his head, “Y/N, do you want to come in for hot chocolate?”

“Please?” At the thought of warmth, you shivered. “It’s really cold.”

Osamu stepped aside so you could enter the warm house. Unbeknownst to you, Atsumu was watching you enter and bit his lip.  

~

Days passed and soon the Miya twins were off to play in the nationals. Unfortunately, you couldn’t afford the time to watch them in person. Luckily, you and Atsumu were still able to text. As expected, the Inarizaki team won their first match. But the next match was completely unpredicted. An unknown team would move onto quarterfinals instead of your school’s team.

Atsumu would be crushed.  

As the buses stopped before the school, you waited impatiently to comfort Atsumu. You even prepared some mochi that he could nibble on. The sweater that clung to your body was his, showing your support for him. When Atsumu stepped out of the bus, his face still looked dark, yet determined.  

“Hey, you were amazing,” you said to him, putting a hand on his arm.  

“It wasn’t enough,” the perfectionist in him replied. He stalked off without you, head low as he was planning his next course of action.  

You stopped in your tracks. He didn’t bother looking back.  

“Y/N, are you okay?” Osamu asked, looking at you with concern.  

“Reason 68: he never gives up,” you simply stated.

Osamu understood immediately. In the short time you two have grown closer, you spilled everything to him. Contrary to his brother, Osamu was an amazing listener, which you would greatly appreciate right now.  

As he was about to lead you to the gym, Osamu stopped when he heard you. “Reason 1: he left me behind.”

~

That was the start of the reasons why you shouldn’t like Atsumu. The blond slowly distanced himself from you – from everyone, really. The Sunday nights spent getting ice cream were replaced with him overworking himself, trying so hard to make up for his faults. He didn’t wait for you to meet him outside of your classroom, either. Instead, he ran towards the gym to practice more sets.  

During this time, Osamu and you grew ever closer. For Atsumu, this was the hint that you wouldn’t stay to support him. The time you two spent together were slowly filled with Osamu’s presence. Now, he was cooking onigiri for you to try every Sunday night. Now, he was the one walking you to your locker after classes.  

Atsumu could only watch from afar, from the insides of the gym unless you came to watch a practice or game. To him, this was just as inevitable as death. The feeling of you leaving him was slow, then rush all at once. Perhaps death would just be as suffocating, if he were to die of a broken heart now.

There was only so much time until you would choose Osamu over him, anyways. When he wasn’t focused on volleyball, he would try to rationalize his feelings. His heart and head were in completely different places. Atsumu cursed himself. If only he weren’t at his lowest point, then he would know how to overcome this right now. But you decided to pull away at this time.

The balled Atsumu served was crushed into the floor and bounced into the hallway. Suna huffed, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Eh?” Atsumu glared, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“In case you forgot, you would be upset with Osamu for messing up. Now you are. Why?”

“It’s none of your business,” Atsumu snapped. He sighed, “Just don’t mention Osamu right now.”

Suna blinked and left it alone. If Atsumu wanted to fight with Osamu he would, and Suna didn’t want to get in trouble with Kita. Not unless he could video tape the fight.  

~

Spring came along, which meant that White Day was also about to be upon them. For Valentine’s Day, you decided to give something to both Osamu and Atsumu. Osamu was given an onigiri plushie and Atsumu was given a sushi plushie. They were by far the cutest objects in the twins’ shared bedroom.  

Now, Atsumu just had to think of what to give you. But should he? You spent so much time with Osamu that it seemed like you forgot about him. In fact, you came to the Miya household for Osamu more than Atsumu now.  

Regardless, Atsumu still bought you some red roses. The florist secured the bouquet with a shiny, golden ribbon. A sweet note was attached to it, apologizing for not giving you enough attention. Yet, you’d never get that bouquet.  

The older twin saw his brother give you chocolates. No wonder the house smelled like chocolates. Osamu even sneakily asked his brother to sample them. Atsumu gripped onto the roses, his mouth wavered, and his eyes watered. A small whimper escaped his mouth. He clutched them and walked away from the couple. Once he was home, Atsumu placed the roses next to his window.  

Days passed, with you and Osamu becoming closer than ever. Reasons, untold, drew you closer to the grisette and farther away from the blond. Atsumu watched his red roses wilt into a dark crimson.

#atsumu #atsumu miya #haikyuu!! #miya atsumu #miya twins #miya osamu #angst #haikyuu #atsumu angst #haikyuu suna #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you

[hoekaashi]

3 am Talks - hq pt 4

a/n: first and foremost, please don’t attack me for the twins’ accent. i know i didn’t even try but i also don’t have the brain capacity to do it rn. second, i know i did karasuno but i was requested to do asahi after posting it and i wasn’t gonna make a separate post for just him so i slapped his ass onto this one (: pairings: kita x reader, atsumu x reader, osamu x reader, suna x reader, sakusa x reader, asahi x reader warnings: language, some spoilers for post time skip taglist: @babydabi​, @suckersuki​, @bakugoustanaccount​, @animoozies​ part 3

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

⇾ omg this boy is gonna talk about how proud he his of his teammates ⇾ like full on proud dad moment (i imagine him like that one panel from the last chapter, just so proud) ⇾ he’s such a soft man, he would talk about how he wants to start a family with you ⇾ what do you mean the sheep aren’t our kids??? ⇾ so would wear a soft smile listening to you ramble on about something ⇾ he would love to hear whatever was going on inside your mind, would never tell you to stop talking or cut you off. Ever.

You climbed into bed after waking up to pee in the middle of the night. Kita had been up for a while and you were unsure as to why he was still up. Before you fell asleep, the two of you had been watching his old teammates play a match on tv and he had been praising them the entire time. “What are you doing up still?” “I was texting in the group chat after you fell asleep and I just can’t sleep now.” You sat cross legged next to him. “What’s on your mind now?” “How I want to start a family with you in the future.” That came out of the blue. Neither of you really talked about that far in the future. “The twins started arguing again and Aran started yelling at me to get them to stop. I asked him why he was telling me to stop them and everyone replied that it was because I’m the only one they still listen to. And then everyone started talking about how I was like the team dad even after all this time and I started thinking about how I would be if I was a father and if I would still act the same. I looked down at you sleeping and the thought just came to me.” You were speechless. “I mean, not that I have any problems with having kids with you, but I wouldn’t classify the twins as test subjects on your parental qualifications. I don’t think they compare to toddlers because the twins actually listen.” “Well, that’s why we have chicken. And sheep.” Kita gave you a warm smile. “Honey, I love you, but please don’t tell me that you just compared animals to human children. Possibly ours.” “It’s okay. It’s good practice.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ for as much as i shit on him, i do love atsumu (osamu is the superior twin, sorry lei) ⇾ but this poor baby would always be in such a negative head space after losing a match ⇾ literally thinks his entire team hates him, his coach wants to replace him, his brother and ex teammates would look down on him, wondering what was so great about him ⇾ he would just need to get his feelings out without judgement - just hold him while he word vomits but sometimes he does need to hear some motivation to get him out of his funk ⇾ this kind of feeds into the other things he would talk about if he didn’t have a match ⇾ just a lot of talk about his insecurities and how he feels inferior to other people his cocky persona is fake ⇾ just wrap him in a blanket and feed him comfort food as he lets out everything weighing down on his heart

“If I didn’t fuck up five serves, we coulda won.” Atsumu was laying on his stomach with his head on your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair. “You weren’t the only person who messed up today. You can’t blame yourself for losing the game when everyone made a mistake at some point.” “But mine were so easy to prevent.” He wrapped his arms around your waist tighter. “I know when I go into practice next week, coach is gonna bench me. I’m not even mad, I deserve it.” “Tsumu, don’t say that.” “It’s true. Samu even called me out on it after. And I know the entire team wants me out.” At this point, you didn’t know what else to say because no matter what, Atsumu was going to believe that he was the worst player on the team. “I’m just holding everyone back.” Your hand stilled in his hair. “Tsumu, the only other setter who’s managed to pull off that crazy quick with Hinata is Kageyama. Plus you got Bokuto on your team too! Both of those players are so high energy and hard to manage, yet you make it look so easy. So you had an off day, everyone does. Everybody makes mistakes, everybody has those days -” He got up and glared at you before you had a chance to finish what you were saying. “Hannah Montana is not the right person to bring into this motivational speech.” “But you sing Hoedown Throwdown and True Friend on a weekly basis.” “And you better take that sentence with you to the grave.” You grinned at him. “But imagine how much money I could get for selling those twelve little words to the press.” Yes. He tackled you and made you swear on your life that you wouldn’t tell a soul.

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ it depends on his mood: either he’s doing all the talking or he’s strictly listening, there’s no in between ⇾ when he’s talking, it could be about a n y t h i n g ⇾ from atsumu to food to you to work to a new show he’s watching to kita to meeting up with friends ⇾ literally anything ⇾ he doesn’t necessarily need to know you for a long time, but he does need to feel close to you if he ever talks about how he feels about you ⇾ he’s not the type to be soft of the regular, so when he is being soft, he’ll be even quieter, maybe even hide his face in your neck or your stomach depending on the position the two of you are cuddling in ⇾ when you’re the one doing the talking, his hands are always busy doing something - most of the time playing with your hair, but it could also be playing with your hands, massaging your hips, etc

“- so Kita blocked our numbers.” “I mean, you did cuss out Atsumu while his phone was on speaker and he was with his grandmother.” “How was I supposed to know that?” he asked quietly into your neck. You laughed. “Let him talk next time. You and your brother you are adults now, so stop arguing like children.” “I can’t help it, he pisses me off sometimes.” You hummed. “Give Kita a fruit basket or take him out to lunch and apologize.” He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles before pulling you closer into his chest. “Yeah I’ll do that.” “Ooo! What if you have him test out that new recipe you were telling -” “No. I always have you test new dishes and that won’t change,” he mumbled. “Samu?” He nuzzled his face further, his breath warm on your neck. His hand moved to your hip and alternated from massaging you to rubbing his hand up and down. “You’ve gotten me this far and everything worked fine. I don’t wanna change anything.” You reached back and lightly scratched the nape of his neck. You turned over and found his face closer to yours that you expected. His arm went back to resting on your hips with his hand on your butt, pulling you closer. He gave you a light kiss on the tip of your nose. “Are you saying I’m your good luck charm?” you asked teasingly. “Nothing’s gone wrong since you’ve come into my life. I’m gonna fucking marry you one day.” You smiled. “Yeah, you also said that when you got your wisdom teeth removed. I’m still waiting on the ring.” He pulled you into a hug, your head in his chest, his lips placing another kiss on your forehead. “Don’t rush me or your not getting anything.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ he wouldn’t talk at 3 am ⇾ would literally tell you to shut up and go to sleep ⇾ and if you didn’t stop talking, he would get up and either go to someone else’s place or tell you to leave ⇾ this man does not care about what you’re thinking or what you have to say when he’s trying to sleep ⇾ so don’t expect him to be all soft and listen to you - better yet, talk

“So I was thinking -” Suna grumbled. “Yeah? You better stop thinking.” “But I’ll forget in the morning.” “Then it wasn’t necessary to talk about.” “I’m gonna say it.” “You’re gonna shut the fuck up if you wanna sleep here tonight.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ a listener ⇾ would literally tell you to shut up and go to bed jk, not really ⇾ if he’s up at 3 am with you, he’s listening to music ⇾ for sure he won’t be talking and doesn’t really want to have to pay attention to whatever you’re saying ⇾ not in a rude way but like, it’s late and he doesn’t feel like using brain cells at the time ⇾ if you are talking and he loves you, he won’t tell you to shut up or stop, but don’t expect a reply from him ⇾ depending on his mood, he’ll choose to listen or not, and when he’s listening, he’ll make sure you know that he is

“Did you make this lofi playlist?” You were scrolling through your shared Spotify account on your phone, trying to find something to listen to since neither of you could sleep. “Yes.” You played it, both of you enjoying the soothing music that filled the quiet of the room. “Do you have a fanclub?” Sakusa hummed. “Is that a yes or a no?” It took him a minute, but he replied. “Not sure. Why?” “I don’t know how I feel about a group of girls drooling over you.” Were you proud? Jealous? Indifferent? You couldn’t figure it out. But the fact that he asked made you happy that he cared enough to bother listening to you. “Why should you care?” You looked over at him. “Well, what if they’re the crazy type of fans who try to break in here. Or don’t like that we’re dating and try to kill me?” He laid there in silence with his eyes closed as you spoke about all the extreme types of fans that you had heard about. Once you finished, he remained quiet. You felt bad, thinking that you bored him to sleep. “Love, I think you’ve been listening to too many true crime podcasts.” “But still, those types of people exist.” Sakusa shifted with his eyes closed, pulling you so you were resting on his chest. “Stop thinking about that. It’s stupid. Now go to sleep.” “But -” “Go to sleep.” “I can’t.” He shushed you. “Sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

.・゜-: ✧ :-　-: ✧ :-゜・．

⇾ jesus would talk about his insecurities ⇾ would catch you up with his friends aka the other third years ⇾ but also i feel like his anxiety traveled with him into adulthood so like, lots of stress talks about releasing new designs on time and not wanting to let people down/be a failure ⇾ he would talk about his travels too, the different things he enjoyed from each country he visited with noya ⇾ would make plans to go somewhere with you when both of you had the time to drop off the face of the earth for a little bit

“So where else did you want to visit?” you asked. “Maybe Switzerland?” You nodded. “That’s a good choice. Want to do anything specific?” “Not really. When I was with Noya, we kind of just winged everything. It was more exciting and memorable that way.” “I do remember you being more free.” Whenever he called you or sent you pictures and videos, he seemed more happy. “Really?” “Uh huh.” “I do remember feeling less stressed. I have a deadline coming up soon and the pressure is intense.” “Does it feel like volleyball stress?” He gave you a little shrug. “A bit? I have a team - a different type of team - and I don’t want to let them down, but in this case, I’m the captain without anyone to rely on. Everyone else needs me to have everything together, so I don’t have the time to freak out or be stressed.” “Yet, you’re still a ball of anxiety.” “Am I?” He grimaced. You nodded. “I’m trying to get better. It’s really hard when there’s a voice in the back of your mind telling you that if you mess up, everyone will be let down and disappointed in you. On top of that, the media and public are so harsh with everything. There’s just a lot of pressure.” “But you’ve done so well. Sure things were a little shaky when you first started, but you’re well known now and well loved.” “You have a point. I’ll do better for you.” You smiled. “I’m already proud of you, don’t worry about that.”

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[rikumorimachisgirl]

Iris, I like your Miya Twins hc! Please write more!

Hello, Anon! Thank you so much, I'm happy to hear you enjoyed the HC I made. I hope that you enjoy this one, too. I thought I'd write about how they met/fell in love with you. 💕

Title: Falling in love (with the Miya Twins)

Word count: 1,816

Genre: Fluff

Disclaimer: I don't own Haikyuu!! nor its characters, but the HC below is my idea.

You and Atsumu had been classmates since middle school, and you, fortunately (or unfortunately) always end up sitting next to each other at some point during the school year. 

He knew that puberty wasn't kind to you - what with having bad breakouts, and excess pounds. He also knew that you had a thing for him back then - stealing glances when you thought he wasn't aware, sneaking into the gym a few days a week to watch him practice, and bringing extra pens for him because you knew he was bound to forget his own. 

Since there were very limited choices of schools in your district, he knew you'd end up studying in Inarizaki, and he was open to the fact that you'd end up being classmates again. BUT - what he didn't know was that you were starting to bloom into a young lady and that you've shed some weight since he last saw you. 

While he didn't exactly fall in love with you the moment he laid his eyes on 'High school you', he was enchanted - quite so that he often caught himself stealing glances at you and asking himself, "did she always have rosy cheeks" or "why hadn't I noticed how deep her dimples are", and he'd immediately look elsewhere when he knows you'd notice him watching.

Since you no longer seemed interested in following him around, nor did you seem to find the idea of watching volleyball practices remotely amusing, he thought he ought to let you know that he was even more amazing now than in middle school. He would talk louder when you were around (even if what he says doesn't make sense). "Samu, yer wonderful older brother is here to lend you a hand," he once called out to his younger twin when he knew that you spotted his twin in the hall with an armload of books. "Huh? Our parents have a child other than the two of us," the quieter twin gasped. "Shut yer trap and give me that!"

He started leaving notes in your locker, too. He'd try his hardest to copy Osamu's penmanship and write the lyrics of a song he heard that made him think of you, or a cheesy love quote he found in Kita's Literature textbook, or sometimes, he'd write something random like, 'your pen writes so smoothly', or 'oversized jackets don't look good on you', and 'your notes are the neatest I've ever borrowed'. 

He knew you read the notes, but you just didn't give off the reaction he was hoping for… or any reaction for that matter (you were pretty hard to read, and it was driving him crazy. Lol!)

A day before the Volleyball Team left for the Nationals, he left another note on your locker that read, 'I like you and I want to get to know you better, but if you're not interested, it's cool. If only middle school me paid more attention to middle school you, then maybe High School us would've been a thing.'

He thinks about you when he's not busy with practice, and when he gets a wee bit anxious about their upcoming game (because believe me, he does get nervous about it), he thinks about the possibility of you showing up in his games and he gets all fired up. 

He saw you cheering with your friends in the bleachers, during the championship match against Itachiyama. He knew he had to work harder because he wanted you to see how cool he was. He played his best - serving, setting, and blocking the ball perfectly every single time. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on their side, and they lost by a few points. No one in the team was more crushed about the outcome than he was, and he stayed in the locker room a little while longer after everyone had left. 

"Miya-san!" You were the first person who greeted him as soon as he stepped out of the locker. His eyes widened and he didn't react for a few seconds because he couldn't believe you were standing in front of him. Clearing your throat, you gave him a shy smile and said, "you were amazing! I think you did even better than when we were in middle school." 

He continued to stare at you, which made you even more nervous. "A-anyway, I wanted to say I thought you were the best player out there - win or lose. And… and.. If you ever need to borrow my notes, I could pass them on to you when you get back to school." You shifted your weight awkwardly from one foot to another, thinking you must've looked like an idiot in front of him because he was just staring at you like so. "That's all I wanted to say," you said awkwardly, "that, and I know it was you leaving the notes in my locker. I thought you should know that I also like you, and I want to get to know you, Miya-san."

"Atsumu," he finally said, cutting you off, and took a step closer. You felt something warm over your shoulders and suddenly, you were engulfed by his scent radiating from his jacket. "If you want to get to know me, you can start by calling me Atsumu."

"Atsumu," you smiled back, holding his jacket closer to you. "But I thought you said oversized jackets don't suit me."

"Yeah, but mine looks perfect on you," he shrugged before offering his arm out to you. "Well, shall we go get to know each other then? I don't know about you, but I feel so bad I could use some comforting and a nice big serving of Chūtoro." And with that began your love story, and the rest, as they say, was history. 

Osamu and you go way back. The Miyas lived next door so you practically grew up with the twins. 

Since you were the same age, you used to play with them when you were younger. Of the two boys, you got along with Osamu better and you shared a lot of secrets - including a secret hideout, secret handshake, and secret codes. He knew everything about you, including - much to his dismay - the huge crush you had on his twin.

You love playing board games with Osamu and would happily come to their house so you could beat his ass in a game of Monopoly, Scrabble, Risk, and Clue. You were usually so good at this, except when you spot an Atsumu sighting nearby and lose your composure. Osamu would tease you, of course, but little did you know how much he despised it - especially since his twin also thought you were cute. This carried on until you went to high school. 

He completely lost it one weekend. When you and Aran came over to play Guesstures with him, Atsumu decided to join and insisted that the two of you team up. Osamu rolled his eyes, and hoped you'd pick up on his mood, but you were currently on cloud nine. 

Thirty minutes, ten cards, and a dozen googly eyes (between you and Atsumu) later, Osamu declared he was done playing and stormed off. Clueless as ever, you looked at Atsumu and Aran to help you understand what was happening, and the two guys just shook their heads in silence. 

You were sorely mistaken for thinking that he would be over his upset when Monday rolled in. He avoided you like the plague the moment you both set foot outside the gates of your houses. "Samu," you called and jogged up to him, but he didn't stop or slow down. "I'm in a hurry today, I'm on class duty," he said coolly, without sparing you a glance. And all you could do was watch your gray-haired best friend disappear into the distance.

He didn't bother waiting for you during breaks and lunchtime and talking to him after class was a lost cause due to his volleyball practice. You initially thought giving him space would help, but two weeks had passed, and you were desperately missing his company, so you sought the help of the only other person you could think of at the moment. 

After stalking him for most of the day, Aran finally agreed to help. He called Osamu so that the two of you could talk, but your best friend was too stubborn to care. Little did you know that after you left, Atsumu and Aran confronted him for acting like a jerk. 

"The hell was that about, Samu?" Atsumu called out, just as his twin was about to walk back to the court. "It's none of yer business, Tsumu," he replied nonchalantly. "Sure it is! You like her, don't you? Why don't you just tell her instead of treating her that way?" The older twin said, forcefully grabbing Osamu's arm. "Because she doesn't like me -," Osamu replied harshly. "Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that," Aran said, as he patted Osamu's shoulder and walked back to the court. 

He tossed and turned in bed that evening, thinking of what Aran had said. Grabbing his phone, he went through all your messages from year's back, across all the different messaging channels - he went as far back as the time you confessed you liked Atsumu, and the entire year you only wanted to talk about his popular twin. And then he noticed how you stopped mentioning Atsumu at one point and started asking how his day went or if he's eaten. He saw the food pictures you'd sent from your trips with your family, and how you wished you could eat those with him someday. 

And then it hit him - you wanted to be with HIM - not Atsumu."I'm such a fucking jerk!" He groaned. 

He was waiting at your gate bright and early the next morning. He hadn't slept much nor thought about what to say to you, all he knew was that he had to see you. As he thought about what to say, he heard your front door open. "Samu-san?" He straightened up at the sound of your voice and saw you looking genuinely confused. "Y/N-chan, I… I…," he started to say as you hurriedly opened the gate to stand in front of him. 

"I like you, Y/N-chan, and I was jealous of my idiot brother." Your eyes widened in surprise at his admission. "So, I'm sorry I acted like a jerk, but I hope you could -you know…," he trailed off, blushing furiously. "Did you want me to forgive you or go out with you? Because I could do both," you said, as you grabbed his hand and looked into his dark eyes. "You… you do?" The shocked look on his face made you chuckle, and you tiptoed to plant a kiss on your boyfriend's cheek. 

The end. 

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[quirklessidiot]

Drabble #5 : high school reunions :: You’re kind of hesitant to meet his old high school friends but Atsumu says he’ll knock some sense into them if they said anything funny. [slice of life/fluff+ mild angst + coward au series] 

Notes: and here ya go, this one was requested twice and its actually kind of cute how this kinda ties Y/N’s relationship with atsumu’s ex fwends skksks anyways sorry for the late updates :3 

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You weren’t exactly keen with the idea of attending Atsumu’s reunion with his teammates back in high school. For one, you were kind of nervous since you were sure you had a bad rep. Another would be because you’d see Aran and last time you parted ways, it was in sour terms.

Atsumu says he’s willing to fess up on anyone who tried to make you feel bad in your reunion and you’re happy, of course, by your fiancé’s willingness with the whole ordeal but the anxiety wouldn’t just leave you especially now that you’re in front of the gym that they used to train on back in high school.

“‘Kaasan, are you alright?” Yuuto asks, noticing your expression.

Atsumu stops in his tracks and turns to you, Youta is on his father’s arms, ghosting the same expression as his twin.

“Y/N if this is too much I-” Atsumu tries to say but you break it off with a quick nod and a small smile.

“I’m fine, atsumu.”

“You sure? We can go hom-”

“Ah there goes my favorite love birds.” Osamu exclaims, you look up to find your fiance’s twin standing there with his usual expression, “And my favorite nephews too!”

“Uncle ‘samu we’re your only nephews.” Yuuto deadpans.

“Hey, watch it!” He frowns, walking up to the four of you, “All the guys are waiting for ya, tsumu. They’re excited to see the two and Y/N too.”

“Why don’t you take Youta and Yuuto for a sec, I forgot something in the car.” The blonde setter says, putting his son down so he can wobble to his Uncle. Osamu quirks a brow but when he reads the room, he decides to just distract the kids and lead them inside. Leaving you two standing there alone under the quiet night, “Hey, you know you don’t have to do this.” Atsumu turns to you, holding your hand.

“I can’t keep running away from your friends.”

“You’re not running.” Atsumu replies, squeezing it to comfort you, “I know how anxious you are, I know you’re nervous that Aran’s there too, he doesn’t hate you, by the way.”

“I literally ghosted you and broke up with you on the phone.” You mumbled, shaking your head in dismay, “I have every right to have everyone hate me.”

“Hey, you had a reason for that too, ya know.” Atsumu grumbles, “If Osamu is chill with it, I’m sure Aran-san would react the same. If he does anything funny, I swear I’ll kick’e-”

“You’ll what?”

You immediately glance towards the door of the gym to find the one and only Aran Ojiro standing there in all his glory, you feel your heart beating a bit faster than normal, he grew up well, time did everyone well it seemed. Last time you saw him was in college, he was in his last year and you were on your third, like Osamu and Shion, he didn’t really approve of your relationship with Atsumu because of your exterior back then.

“Hey Aran-san.” Atsumu greets, a funny and faux nervous smile on his lips, “Jus’ saying I’m gonna kick yer ass if ya do anything funny to Y/N.”

Aran rolls his eyes as he approach you two, “After seeing your two kids, I’m more worried that you’re going to do something funny to Y/N. How could you not even notice she was pregnant back then?” he exclaims, flicking a finger on his kohai’s forehead, “Hey L/N-san, sorry about him. If he wasn’t a dense idiot, you’d probably wouldn’t have a hard time living alone all those six years.”

“Hey, it wasn’t obvious ya know!”

The pair started to bicker and your eyes soften, it seemed like things were alright after all. You trailed behind them as you entered the gym, “‘Kaasan! ‘Kaasan! Suna-ojisan says otosan tried to follow Hinata-ojisan and Tobio-ojisan’s quick back in high school and they lost a game because of that!” Youta exclaims, looking at his father funnily.

“Hey! What have you been saying to my kid!” Atsumu exclaims, walking up to his teammate with a rather cat-like appearance, that man must’ve been Suna, your kids were awfully friendly with the team already.

“Sorry.” 

Your gaze slowly directs to Aran whose hands were stuffed in his pockets, “I don’t know the full story, obviously. But ‘samu and shion sorta filled me in with some details, saying that you got scared about the pregnancy especially since you two were still in college.” he blinks, “Guess we made it harder for you because we were dicks back then who didn’t approve of the relationship.”

“Ah.” You shrugged, “It’s no worry, in a way it was my fault too.”

“For real?” Aran replies, brows upturned, “The way I see it, you both were just too damn in love and kept running around in circles.”

You feel your gaze soften as you watch Atsumu being the center of jokes once again as his two sons relentlessly tease him about the embarrassing moments that Suna and Osamu were retelling, “I guess so.” you mumbled.

“You must be L/N-san.” a voice exclaims, you turn to find a grey-haired man standing there who awfully reminded you of Bokuto, except this one seemed more uptight than the latter one, “Ah yes, L/N-san. This is Kita Shinsuke, our captain.”

“Oh, I’ve heard so much about you even back then.” You blinked, holding out your hand for him to shake, “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

“You’ve got nice and polite children. You’ve raised them very well.” Kita compliments you as he shakes your hand, making you smile softly, he seemed nicer than the stories Atsumu would tell.

“Y/N!” Atsumu drawled, running to the three of you, “They’re bullying me!”

“Ah you must be L/N-san.” Suna exclaims, walking up to you quickly, you weren’t sure if he was happy to see you since he had the same blank features on his face, “Are you sure you want to marry him? You can still pawn the ring off.”

You broke down into a soft chuckle, “You shouldn’t say that Suna-ojisan, kaasan gets really lovey-dovey to otosan when ‘samu-ojisan says that.” Yuuto crinkles his nose in disgust as he recalled the past memory.

The group bursts into laughter and Aran finally sees something different than the last time he saw you two, this time it was you two staring at each other with open affection and he couldn’t be anymore proud about how things were going for his teammate.

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Contemporaneous - Chapter 1

Pairing: Atsumu x F!Reader

Summary: In which you are so incredibly lucky to exist at the same time as Atsumu Miya. Or, perhaps, it’s the exact opposite…

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Swearing, inconsistent chronology (sorry I just liked it better that way), that’s about it so far

A/N: Okay, here’s ch. 1 finally! Mostly background, setting the stage, all that. Things will probably move quicker in upcoming chapters because I’m busy and have a hard time thinking of filler plot lol. Enjoy, please let me know what you think!

Prologue | Chapter 2

All of your best memories were with the twins.

Not like that was a hard thing to accomplish—pretty much all of your memories were with the twins.

The good memories, the bad memories, and all the ones in between. They were the biggest constant in your life and you felt so lucky to have them.

Sometimes you got emotional about it, and they teased you for it, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“H-Hey, why are ya crying?” Atsumu had asked one time at fifteen when the three of you sat outside of the 24-hour convenience store near your house at 2 in the morning, each of you holding your own popsicles you’d snuck out to get.

“I just love you guys so much,” you said with a sniffle, wiping your nose on the cuff of your sleeve.

Osamu grimaced, looking down at you. “Y-Ya don’t have to get all emotional about it. We’re kind of stuck with ya.”

You frowned, giving him a light punch in the shoulder. “Just say you love me too, dummy,” you huffed.

His eyebrows knitted together. “We love you,” he sighed before wrapping an arm around you to give you a side-hug.

Atsumu wrapped his arm around you as well and gave you a grin. “Yeah, but please don’t cry anymore. It’s kinda embarrassing,” he laughed.

“Oh, shut up,” you whined, though you felt comfort flood through you at the feeling of being sandwiched between your two best friends. “You know I get sentimental when I’m tired.”

“Doesn’t make it any less embarrassing,” Osamu mumbled, but a smile played on his lips.

You hummed and closed your eyes for a moment. “Well get used to it, you’re not getting rid of me.”

The twins were like your personal bodyguards. If someone messed with you, they messed with the Miya twins—and no one wanted to mess with the Miya twins. You first learned that when you were nine years old.

The air left your lungs, palms and knees scraping against the ground as you were pushed from the swing you’d been sitting on.

“You’re so lame!” one kid teased from behind you, shrill voice barely making its way to your ears as tears began to prick in your eyes.

“Yeah, where are your dumb friends? They must not like you if they aren’t even playing with you!” another said as the three kids who were picking on you moved to stand in front of where you still remained on your hands and knees, head hung in an attempt to hide the way you were crying.

Atsumu and Osamu had been punished for fighting during in class and the teacher made them stay inside for the first ten minutes of recess. You told them you’d wait for them by the swings; you didn’t really hang out with anyone else anyway. This group of kids didn’t like that though, telling you that the swings were their hangout spot during recess. You told them you’d leave after a couple minutes—you didn’t really want to just stand around and wait for the twins. What was the harm in swinging for a bit?

The harm was too great for the kids currently bullying you, apparently, and they decided to shove you off of the swings.

Your hands and knees burned from the scrapes you’d gotten, and you pushed your palms against your legs to try to make it stop stinging.

“Aww, are you crying?” the third kid laughed, and you looked up at them, face wet with tears.

“Oh my god, she is crying!”

A chorus of laughter sounded in front of you, making you cry even harder. Your face grew hot with embarrassment, tears leaving silvery streaks on your skin. And then suddenly, the figures of the three kids in front of you were shadowed as someone approached them from behind.

Two someones, in fact.

“Leave her alone,” Atsumu said, his voice causing a terror to run through the bullies in a way you didn’t think was possible for a nine-year-old.

The twins had a few bandages decorating their arms and faces, evidence of all the spats they got into with each other. But even after being kept in from recess they were already willing to fight again—just not with each other this time.

“You’re really pathetic,” Osamu continued, arms crossed over his chest as he gave the terrified kids an apathetic look.

“Yeah, get lost before I punch yer stupid face.” Atsumu stuck his tongue out, and somehow, the intimidation worked.

The bullies scurried off and Osamu helped pull you to your feet. “I’ll take ya to the nurse,” he offered, looking at the scrapes on your hands.

“And I’ll go beat them up,” Atsumu said, eyes still angry as he watched the kids run to the other side of the playground.

“No, it’s okay,” you sniffled, reaching up to wipe your eyes.

“Yeah, you’ll just get in trouble again, dummy,” Osamu reasoned with his twin.

Atsumu sighed and turned to you, shoulders slumping when he really took a good look at you. “’M sorry we weren’t here,” he said as the two of them started walking you back to the building so you could get your cuts cleaned up.

“‘S okay,” you said again.

“No it’s not! They’re dumb for picking on ya,” Atsumu argued. He let out an annoyed grunt when the three of you got inside. “Wish they’d get kept in from recess for being idiots…”

Being a family friend also meant that you got along with the twins’ parents too—especially their mom. She treated you as if you were her own daughter, and sometimes she joked that she wished you were because the twins were so hard to handle.

You were so close with them that sometimes you would go over to their house even when you knew the twins were at volleyball practice.

When you were twelve, she’d decided you were probably old enough to watch one of the shows she enjoyed, and so you started going over to their house after school to watch TV dramas with their mom while you waited for them to come home from practice.

“Y/N,” Atsumu whined one day as soon as he saw the two of you. He hadn’t even taken his shoes off and he was already complaining. This was the fourth day in a row they came home to find you watching television with their mom. “What’re ya doing? Yer supposed to be our friend!”

“Shut up,” Osamu mumbled, taking his shoes off and removing his jacket. “You’re so embarrassing.”

Atsumu frowned, eyes going wide as if he was pleading with you to come hang out with them instead.

“‘Tsumu, you just got home. We’re almost done with this episode, and then I’ll come hang out!” you reasoned with him.

He huffed, finally reaching down to take off his shoes. “Sometimes I feel like ya like her more than me,” he grumbled, earning him a smack on the back of his head from his brother.

“Keep up the attitude and she will start liking Mom more,” Osamu hissed.

You were always at their games. And when I say always, I mean always. You were the loudest member of the cheering section, and there were countless times when you didn’t even have the voice left to congratulate them on their victories.

One thing you never did, though, was boo them. They were your best friends—and you were close with the rest of the team too—so you never had the heart to boo them when they messed up.

Atsumu confronted you about it once when you were seventeen—they hadn’t even lost—after he’d had a tough game.

“Y/N,” he said, face stuck in a frown as he approached you.

You gave him a grin, wrapping your arms around him as you pulled him into a hug. “Congrats, ‘Tsumu!”

“Don’t congratulate me,” he hissed, stiffening in your hold.

You frowned and pulled away from him. “Why not? You won.”

“Because I sucked. You should have booed me.”

You rolled your eyes, waving a hand dismissively. “You’re so dramatic. Everyone messes up, ‘Tsumu. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It was close! I could have cost us the match!” he argued.

Now it was your turn to frown at him. “So you botched a few serves, it’s not a big deal. Your sets were great. Besides, I’m not gonna boo my own team, Atsumu—” He grimaced at the sound of his full name. “—and I’m most certainly not going to boo you.”

“Losers don’t need applause.”

You scoffed. “You aren’t a loser! I swear sometimes you’re so hard on yourself for no reason. People have bad games. I’m not going to ridicule you for it.”

“You should!”

Your jaw clenched. You hated when he did this to himself.

“I deserve ta be booed, ta be yelled at, ta be told what a piece of trash I am because I almost screwed this up for us!”

“It’s not going to make you better, you dumbass!” you finally shouted, shoving his chest.

Atsumu stumbled backwards a few steps, heartrate increasing. He couldn’t tell whether it was from the adrenaline of the game, his disappointment in himself, or your actions. You’d never pushed him like that. Sure, you bickered and things of that nature, but this time you seemed genuinely angry.

“You’re one of the hardest working people I know and seeing you put yourself down like that when all you had was one bad set makes me want to punch you in the face!” Your heart was pounding, the sound deafening you as your hands clenched into fists at your sides. “I don’t give a shit about those people in the stands, they don’t really care about you. I’m your best friend! I’m not supposed to beat you down, I’m supposed to pick you back up!”

His mouth opened and closed a few times, words getting caught in his throat as he tried to gather his thoughts.

You pushed past him with a scowl. “I’m gonna go congratulate ‘Samu. Don’t talk to me until you’ve got your shit together.”

Osamu had been standing with Aran, Suna, and Kita by the entrance to the gym. They’d been chatting, but it had gotten cut short in favor of watching your interaction with the setter.

Osamu was in shock. He’d never seen you like that, which was saying something considering how long he’d known you, and it was kind of refreshing to see his brother get put in his place like that.

“That was kinda hot,” Suna said absentmindedly, eyebrows raised in amusement.

The gray-haired twin turned to glare at his friend. “Say that again and I’ll punch you.”

“Osamu,” Kita scolded.

“Sorry, Kita-san.”

Of course, with years and years of memories and friendship with the twins, you couldn’t help but think it was more than luck that brought you together. And even though you believed the three of you were fated to be together, as you got older something just felt different.

The summer before you started high school you had started to think that maybe you were fated to be more than just friends with Atsumu when feelings for him started to blossom. You tried to ignore them, far too shy and inexperienced in the ‘liking boys’ department to know how to deal with this new sensation.

You tried not to let it change your friendship with him, but there were times when you’d feel your face grow hot or your stomach flutter when you were around him.

At first, you didn’t like this feeling at all.

The twins had always been your comfort—your safe space. And now you were nervous to even be around Atsumu. But at the same time, all you wanted to do was be around him.

You hated it.

You hated the way you immediately perked up at the sound of them coming home when you should have been watching TV with their mom, now too distracted to even pay attention to the end of the show.

You hated the way you wanted to comfort Atsumu in a way that was so much more than friendly when he was beating himself up.

And you loathed the way you felt jealousy bubble in your veins at the thought of Atsumu liking someone else.

So you did your best to push the feelings away when you were around them.

But when you were alone, they all tumbled out, and you decided to take up journaling as an attempt to deal with the feelings. You felt embarrassed, as a teenage girl does, to have a journal filled with all of these thoughts, so whenever you were finished writing you hid it in your sock drawer lest one of the twins find it and tease you about it for weeks.

When you started high school and the twins joined the volleyball team, they were instant phenoms. And in turn, they garnered a lot of attention—especially from girls.

It upset you, if you were going to be honest with yourself. Not only because you couldn’t really hang out with your friends in the halls or during lunch without being interrupted by their gang of fan girls, but also because you despised the girls who flung themselves at Atsumu. It killed you to see them batting their long eyelashes and talking to your best friends with their cute voices, all while you sat to the side like some kind of unwanted piece of stale bread. And it especially killed you when Atsumu started returning their affections.

It scared you. It all scared you. The feelings, the girls, high school—you were terrified. You didn’t want to ruin things between the two—three—of you with your feelings, but the girls made you so insecure. So instead, you wrote in your journal.

You wrote down all of your feelings for three years.

You didn’t speak a word of them to anyone, no less the twins.

And there was a page you came back to almost every day, even though you had written it during your first year:

 The odds of existing are slim,

so the odds of you and I existing at the same time

must be next to impossible,

and I think that’s beautiful.

 Maybe the universe does work in my favor after all

because I got the chance to get to know you.

 You stared at the page, not even realizing tears were forming in your eyes until one fell and landed on your hand that pressed down on the page. It was a habit to hold it open, but it wasn’t even necessary anymore—you’d opened your journal to this page enough that it stayed open on its own.

When you’d written it, it was a happy thought. But now, three years later, it didn’t feel so happy. Atsumu was getting busier and busier with volleyball, and that meant he only got better, and when he got better his fanbase grew.

You were starting to feel like a second choice.

Scratch that, you were starting to feel like a tenth, twentieth, fiftieth choice.

You craved the attention he gave those girls. You wanted him to grin at you like that. You wanted to be more than just his best friend.

But you felt like you were running out of time.

It was ironic, considering you believed the universe brought the three of you together with the intention of you being side by side forever.

Maybe, after all this time believing it, you were finally starting to realize that you were wrong.

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I'm sorry you had so much trouble with the Vicious Atsumu painting! It looks really good though and his ears look very soft...how would Vicious Atsumu react if MC petted his fox ears, given their current relationship?

!! I assume you mean MC and Atsumu’s relationship at this point in the story (up to C24)?!! Lmao, ngl, he’d probs bite her hands off still, or at least feel the itch to but wouldn’t because he knows Kita will possibly never forgive him, unlike his other transgressions hahaha but I’m feeling kind of soft today. 

Honestly, this is a bad idea.

A really bad idea.

You know it is; you feel it in your bones but...

The relaxing babbling of the nearby brook permeated the air, and the faint scent of wild grass and lush forestry created a sense of calm and a bubble of tranquility in the little glade where you were with Vicious Atsumu and a few of the other fox-folks.

Kita had been highly burdened with the state of their sacred waters, and there is always a pinch of stress and worry in his youthful features. You had offhandedly suggested to Kita (after confiding in Suna whether it is alright for you to do so) about just having one relaxing day to set aside all thoughts of The Rot and territorial disputes. Some (rather, many) of the fox-folk were quick to cut you down with harsh words of “This isn’t a game!” and “All you humans are so fickle and careless. You’ll never understand our hardship!” but you steadfastly, albeit nervously, reasoned that a break will help refresh them both mentally and physically, so that they might return with heightened performance. Of course, it helped that Suna is in support of your idea and so here you were, with some food prepared by you, Thoughtful Suna and Frosty Osamu (surprisingly and not so surprisingly).

It wasn’t really a picnic per se, because it wasn’t very well organized beyond having food for lunch. There wasn’t even a picnic cloth and the only form of entertainment is watching the twins spar around with each other, or against others.

Right now, Clumsy Kita is working with Aran on physical combat with Akagi and Omimi watching their movements closely, giving feedback and encouragement to their Alpha-Leader.

Atsumu and Osamu were all but half-passed out from exhaustion next to you, having spent the early half of this pseudo-picnic scrapping, quite violently, with each other. You honestly wondered if it was even just a mere sparring session at that point, though you suspected that it might have started as a friendly spar but somewhere along the way, they started going all-out on each other, with several bouts of magic even being fired before they were quickly put out by a frowning Aran, restricting them to nothing but physical combat.

With nothing to do but watch a group of rowdy fox-folks claw at each other, you were honestly bored. Ginjima had hesitantly (with at least several feet of distance between you two) suggested that you could do your stretches or dance routines to occupy yourself, as he so often sees you doing with their Alpha-Leader. But you did not feel very comfortable doing it with a prickly group of fox-folks as a potential audience.

Watching them all spar had been fun at first but it got tiring quickly, especially since your eyes can never keep up with their movements. And now having eaten your share of food, you both had a full tummy and a mind blissed out in boredom. 

It’s probably why it led to you eyeing the twins sprawled on the ground before you. Or rather, the top of their heads. 

To be more specific, the fox ears on their heads.

You are fond of the twins in your world, as annoying as they can be. They are your best friends and you loved them dearly, and you were not at all delusional that Vicious Atsumu and Frosty Osamu are not as familiar with you as their alternates who are your childhood friends. 

But you are a simple college student who enjoys simple things. 

Like cute plushies and petting animals.

‘Tsumu and ‘Samu never dress up as anything remotely cute for Halloween each year you all hit out for a wild night in Shibuya, preferring more ‘cool and dark’ characters. Last year, they did a poor, bloody rendition of Luffy and Zoro of One Piece because, apparently, they fit their notion of ‘cool and dark’ for Halloween. They almost made you a nurse Nami but you resisted to the end, not wanting to cosplay an anime character for Halloween that year. You still ended up as a badly done half-zombie nurse but...you didn’t have to wear a wig at least.

But really, the gentle breeze swirling through the glade swayed with gentle caresses the golden and silver tips of each twin respectively, and you haven’t seen ‘Tsumu or ‘Samu in a while.

You really missed them.

(and maybe you were a little starved for any type of contact because besides Suna and Kita, everyone in the village is still quite jumpy around you)

Which is what more than likely made you subconsciously reach your hand out to the head closest to you, despite a voice in the back of your mind screaming at you that this is a bad idea.

“What.Do.Ya’.Think.Yer.Doing?”

The tips of your fingers froze less than a hair’s breadth away from making contact with sun-kissed gold, and a single piercing honey-eye was glaring at you. Atsumu had one eye open, the other still lazily closed from his nap before your...attempt...to touch his fox ears.

You gulped.

Osamu had opened both eyes to look over upon hearing his brother’s stewing tone. His eyes remained that blank deadpan trademark of his but there was a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. 

He’s always game for anything that pisses his brother off.

“I uhh-” 

You were about to quickly retract your hand when multiple red ropes suddenly materialized from nowhere and bounded Atsumu to the grass, encasing him in a body of rope like a mummy.

“‘SAMU!! I’LL KILL YA’!!! LET ME GO!!” 

 Atsumu is enraged and howling with pure fury, enough that even Kita and Aran had paused their spar. He struggled and pushed against the restraints that only curled tighter the more he fought against them. 

“Don’t mind him. Go on, touch it,” Osamu drawled with lazy encouragement, using his foot to nudge his tied up brother closer towards you. 

‘What an idiot,’ Osamu thought. If Atsumu took a second to stop and think calmly, he’d probably be able to break out of the illusion Osamu had expertly cast on him.

Atsumu looked absolutely livid, and his face was turning as red as the scarlet ropes that tied him up. 

It’s still a bad idea to do it, but encouraged by Frosty Osamu (who you knew still hasn’t really warmed up to you), a surge of mischievous adrenaline pumped into you, very much in the same way it would when either of the twins in your world suggested a terribly half-baked prank or idea. 

Only the Miya twins could have this effect on you.

Without further ado, your hand closed the last breadth of space standing between you and Vicious Atsumu’s golden fox ears.

“AAGGGHHHHH!!!” 

Atsumu’s howl of fury is loud and immediate, but you were too distracted by how soft his ears felt against your skin to pay it any mind. Osamu was desperately trying to remain composed but failing horribly, conjuring more ropes to keep Atsumu down when he started thrashing even more violently.

Kita, Suna and the others were all looking over now, with mixtures of amusement and appall. But no one moved to free Atsumu from the abuse of your hands trailing gently across the back of his fox ears. It didn’t take long for your other hand to join in, scratching at the bottom of the other ear, right at the junction where it morphed from the crown of his head.

Vicious Atsumu froze, an additional layer of red rapidly rising onto his face on top of the furious scarlet that was already there. Then he thrashed and shook his head as much as he could with his neck roped down, vehemently trying to shake your hands off. 

“I-I’LL KILL THE BOTH OF YA’---!!! I-I---!!” 

His screaming stuttered and died abruptly when both your hands began scratching, even as the angry crimson continued to paint his skin. He was one giant bundle of red right now, with the red ropes, his red clothes, and now his skin. 

“What’s wrong ‘Tsumu? Startin’ to feel good?” Osamu mocked, snickering into an arm propped against his knee. 

“S-SHUT UP-!! L-LEMME GO ‘SAMU!!”

You bit your lip to suppress your giggles, focusing your attention on scratching his ears. Every other few seconds, you’d card your hand into his hair and run it up his ears before going back to scratching.

You wished you had your phone to film all of this. 

“I- I’ll go help him-” Ginjima started but Suna shook his head, smirking lazily. 

“Nah, let Atsumu have it. He deserves it.”

“But-” Ginjima began to protest that one of their own is technically being assaulted by a human but Kita suddenly laughing stopped him. All of Kita’s retainers, except for the Miya twins who were still very preoccupied, looked at their Alpha-Leader, expressions of awe and faint content slipping onto their faces. 

They haven’t seen their Alpha-Leader so carefree in a while.

In the end, no one moved to free Atsumu from his brother’s restraints or the touches of your hand. 

Not that it mattered because Atsumu’s yowls and screams died not long after. He claims it is exhaustion and that he is above losing control over a “stupid human,” but everyone’s sharp fox-hearing caught the little sigh that he might have let slip. 

I pulled this out of nowhere instead of writing C25 of GWS, but hope you guys enjoy it! Let it tide you over till C25 is out <3

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I ALMOST NEVER SEE ANYONE WRITE ABOUT ARAN SO IM JUMPING IN- ;-; Can I ask for his girl helping him relieve some stress, massaging him and his hands then just a nice cuddle session after..? also Ive been shy to hop in but hi you're pretty and Id love to be friends with you ;-;

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I feel like this is a proposal and the answer is YES boo 💍🥰 friendssss 🥺🤗

Anyway I hope you like it newest friend💞

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Some Aran Ojiro x Reader Romance 😩🌹

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you and your boyfriend Aran haven’t been able to see eachother much in the past year at all

He just made the Japan National Team which meant he was practicing and travelling all the time

You two keep up with nightly Facetime dates every night which is great but he almost always falls asleep on you in the first 20 minutes

sleepy muffin that we love so much

You don’t blame him considering his training regimen.

When he wakes up he’s literally talking your ear off apologizing because he feels like a shit boyfriend for falling asleep every time

“I did it again and I know you say it’s fine but it’s not. I’m so sorry Y/N. When I get home, I promise I’ll make it up to you baby girl, I promise. Have a great day Queen and remember I’ll be home to spoil you in 10 days. You’re not ready. I love you! Peace!”

As you lay in your empty bed the next morning, you just smile at the video of him apologizing to you while he is running around his hotel room to get ready for morning practice

Your man works so hard but he never fails to make sure he’s the first thing you see when you wake up and the last person you see before you fall asleep. It’s endearing

He is super super busy being a professional athlete but that doesn’t stop him from making you feel special in the little and big ways

Sometimes, he orders you breakfast or dinner from your favourite brunch or sushi spot that you two like to go to so that he can put a smile on your face when he’s travelling

All he asks in return is a cute selfie of you in your pjs and messy bun with the food and that is the only thank you he needs

Seriously send it though or he’ll spam your phone lol

Can I tell you a funny story related to your mans sweet foodie gestures?

Okay so One random night last weekend.....

You heard a knock on the door of your condo and you quickly paused your Netflix movie to dust the popcorn crumbs off Aran’s t-shirt you were wearing

You opened the door excitedly thinking it might be another Uber Eats surprise from your boyfriend but instead you see a grumpy looking Osamu standing in the delivery guys place

“Your boyfriend is annoying.” Osamu deadpanned as he glanced at you once before letting himself in.

“Uh, Nice to see you.....too, Osamu-san.”

Samu murmured something in response grumpily and went over to your kitchen island to place down a large brown paper bag.

“Stupid professional volleyball playing friend and brother,” He muttered under his breath. You watched him take out lots of food from his restaurant from your spot by the door, by the look (and amazing smell) of it the bag was packed with all your favourites. You were thrilled even though the grey haired boy in your kitchen wasn’t.

“Look at me! I’m Aran. My stupid Uber Eats app won’t work from mutant-spider Australia so instead of just chilling like a normal person I call and beg my very handsome and very successful restaurant-owner friend to make my girlfriend all her favourite dishes and drive them over in the middle of a rain storm. A rain storm!”

You held your ground back at the door (knowing good and well not to get in the way of Samu when he was in one of his signature bitchy moods) as a smile crept on your face. It felt like someone was squeezing your heart as you watched Osamu comfortably rummage through your cabinets and find your dishes. He plated your food beautifully like the professional chef he is, all while mumbling angrily under his breath about his quote unquote “Simp of a best friend.”

When he was done with the food, Osamu also pulled out a bottle of your favourite wine from his restaurant that only Aran knows about and poured you a glass perfectly, swaying the liquid around first to make sure it was rich. Satisfied but still annoyed, Osamu cleaned his restaurant’s paper bag contents away and then walked over to your spot on the couch to take a handful of popcorn. Still a grump, he met you back at the door.

Samu looked down at you with the irritated expression you’ve become accustomed to over the years.

“Aran also told me to give you this.” He deadpanned before leaning down to kiss the top off your head then left. You smiled, unable to stop bubbling over in giggles because you knew Aran just added that to annoy his affection-challenged best friend. You poked your head out to the hallway of your condo building, seeing Osamu’s retreating figure you sang:

“Thank you, Samuuuuuu! 🎶”

Effectively adding to his annoyance just like your boyfriend would have wanted you to.

Without looking back, Osamu just lifted up a cool peace sign that your boyfriend and the two brothers were notorious for.

That trio, man.

dinner that night was the best you’ve had in forever

Not only was it delicious but

You realized that very night that your boyfriend was the most remarkable human in the world and you didn’t deserve him

You checked your phone as you sipped your wine because you received several texts from your boy asking where his picture of you eating is and also asking how funny Samu’s reaction was

You giggled as you read the text and then you had an idea! 💡

You put down your phone and quickly changed into some lacy lingerie for the picture:

Your boyfriend always asked for simple ‘rates PG’ pics because he loved to see you bare faced and wearing his big clothes. It was so cute to him.

he would make each new picture you sent his two backgrounds on his phone and he relished in the fact that you were so beautiful when you didn’t try

You knew this, but you also knew that your man deserved a little ‘sumn sumn’ for making tonight so special for you 😉

You put on a little sultry makeup to go with your sexy number and went back to the kitchen to your food and wine

You took a much sexier picture than he would ever expect

Actually you chose to send him a boomerang:

one of your hair slightly disheveled and your tits basically out despite the lacy cover. You pressed the wine glass to your red lips and winked in the boomerang, wiggling your hips ever so seductively

•••

in a luxurious hotel in Australia, your stunning boyfriend just finished his shower in his hotel room

He dried his face with a towel and opened his iMessage app on his phone... effectively ignoring the:

“🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼it’s done.🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼”

text from his best friend Osamu and clicking your name instead

Aran swiped left on his phone hoping to see another cute picture of his girlfriend being sent to him that makes his day the brightest but what he actually sees instead almost makes him drop his phone out of his wet hands

No Deadass he almost dropped it! it slipped out of his hands 4 times

His heart beating because of his phone but mostly because you were the finest woman he’s ever seen, he replays your sexy boomerang 30 times, literally engraving every detail about you into his mind. If his teammates weren’t so nosy he’d love to make what you just sent him his background on his phone......but that wouldn’t work

He really treasured you and what you sent though. For Aran, the next 9 days at this Global Tournament could not go by fast enough.

Aran’s never asked for naughty pictures from you not once because he doesn’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but seeing that you did it on your own, of course it made him want to skip his National game tomorrow just to fly back and make love to you all night then rub your back the way you like until you fell asleep

Mans is in LOVE, you feel me?

He wanted to show you just how treasured you are for sticking by his side through all this travelling shit. He wanted you to always know you were his queen even if he was miles away

So, by you sending this sexy Boomerang and treating him like a King even though you didn’t have to, your man fell even harder for you

He had so much planned when he came home like always: spoil you with a shopping trip with your girls, a romantic spa trip for you both and a trip to the amusement park, but it seemed so far away now

Frowning, Aran texted you back a paragraph telling you how beautiful you are and how lucky he was to have you in his life for a plethora of reasons

He Facetime’d you for the expected classic 20 minutes while you wore that lingerie BUT he actually stayed up for 36 minutes because he was fighting sleep like a damn boxer. He wanted to see you... but of course his fatigue got the better of him and he fell asleep with a big smile on his face because you whispered goodnight

•••

the next day, after sleeping in, Aran woke up for his first tournament game and did all of his pre-game rituals which included calling you, and his best friends Kita & the twins.

He proceeded to his 6:00pm game as planned in the grand court of Sydney.

Aran sweetly signed autographs and Jerseys with his name on it that fans and little kids eagerly presented to him before and after the game that they had won.

“Mr. Ran’! Mr. ‘Ran! Volleybwall is my most favouritest sport to pway , too! Can I have hug???” Asked a particularly bouncy little African-Australian girl in the crowd. Aran glances at the dad for permission and upon granting Aran nodded kindly and picked up the toddler so she was propped up on his hip. The girl wrapped her miniature arms around the big volleyball star’s neck and squeezed tightly. Aran chuckled in his deep voice, exclaiming an “Ow! You’re a strong one, aren’t you? A future Ace for sure.” The little girl gasped at her idols words and hugged him harder. The dad had to literally rip her out of Ojiro’s arms because she didn’t want to let go.

“Don’t break the volleyball player, honey. They’re sore.” Said the father to his daughter.

Aran reached in his gym bag to collect a clean tournament shirt from his bag and handed it to the hysterically crying little girl. “Sore is an understatement. But....here, ‘future Ace.’ When you make the National Women’s Team and I’m the one at one of your games, maybe you can give it back to me.”

The little girl’s whole life was made as she immediately stopped crying and smiled widely, hugging the shirt close to her chest as if it might disappear if she let go.

Because he was a teddy bear and wanted to sign as many kids memorabilia as possible, plus give the youth encouraging messages....Aran usually stayed an hour or two later than the other players after their away games. Telling his teammates to go on ahead back to their hotel without him

HE’S PERFECT 😩

Sore as hell and more tired than ever after his big games, he picked up his phone to call you on his way back to the hotel

He loved hearing your voice it was so soothing to him

No answer. He tried 5 times.

Thinking you were probably working hard from home, Ojiro dragged his feet past the hotel concierge and used all of his slumped body weight to push open the door to his hotel room.

He didn’t remember it being this dark in here or even shutting off the lights when he left, but being too tired to care he dropped his huge bag on the floor, gripping his aching shoulder as he took one step to the right to flip on the lights

When he did, he had to rub his sleepy eyes because he couldn’t believe what he saw

“Y-Y/N?!”

Standing in the middle of his hotel room, you smiled brightly and ran to your boyfriend, wrapping your legs around his waist in a koala hug. You wore that lacy number you used in the picture you sent him last night. Your man stumbled back from the impact and overall surprise but once he was stable he hugged you back tightly.

“Oh my God, you look incredible, what-what are you doing here?!” He asked, still in disbelief.

You pecked his lips and jumped down. “After last night I missed you so much. So I just called into work, booked a 9-hour direct flight and now I’m here! I’m staying for the rest of the tournament. Hi, handsome!!!!” You had so much happiness and light in your eyes that it literally woke up your boyfriend by contentment, even though he was just on the verge of collapsing on his bed from fatigue minutes ago.

He grabbed your face softly in his large hands and tilted your head up towards his to give you a proper kiss, letting you know how happy he was through the kiss.

You pulled away. “Whoa! Someone’s happy to see me!” You poked his tummy.

“An understatement—Wait, what is that?” Finally looking away from your face for the first time since he entered his room, Aran looked behind you in awe. There was a rather large massage table set up in the centre of his suite.

“Oh, that old thing?!” You questioned playfully as you jogged over to the big table and showcased it with your hands like a Wheel of Fortune prize girl. “I tried to book a massage for you for tomorrow because I know you always forget, but they were all booked obviously so I just asked the guy downstairs—after name dropping you—if they could bring this up and they had no problem with it!”

Aran looked at you incredulously so you continued. “Lay down, babe. I know you must be sore after your game. I ordered food for you too but they said it will be up here in an hour and a half. So, I’ll get out some of your kinks now, we’ll eat, and then I can massage you more until you fall asleep.”

Aran couldn’t believe this was happening.

“But you just got off a flight, Y/N! You must be tired, too! I couldn’t possibly—“

You gave your boyfriend your best Osamu impression with your seriously annoyed frown. “Aran. You do everything in your power to make sure that I’m feeling more than amazing every single day even when you are halfway across the world. So now since I’m a mere halfway across the room, I want to do this for you. Please. Let me return the favour.”

Feeling too tired to bicker and knowing you meant business, your big man gave in. He removed his shirt when you asked and settled face down on the comfortable table.

You put on some soft r&b and took out the essential oils you bought from the spa and began to give your man a sensual but remarkable rub down, taking immense care in soothing his muscle pain in his legs and back

You listened for his groans when you reached particularly sensitive spots on his back and spent a lot more time in those areas

When you were massaging his shoulders you made sure to lean down every few minutes to kiss the side of his neck and Aran would sigh in delight every time.

“Y/N. I know you want to get all of my kinks out and trust me this feels amazing, but, if you keep kissing me dressed like that I’ll stop this massage to make love to you on this table. Okay?”

You giggled and smacked his booty.

“Kay.” 😇

When the food came, you and Aran opted to sit on the couch and eat, feeding eachother and kissing and just being all cute n shit—🙄

A/N: Can you tell how jealous I am?

After dinner and your night routines, you told your baby to give you his hands in bed.

you lotioned them in between your smaller ones and gave him a long, much desired, kneading hand massage in the pitch black room until he was on the verge of falling asleep.

“I love you, Y/N.” whispered Ojiro, his deep voice slower because he was half asleep. “Please be here when I wake up....” He whispered before succumbing to a deep slumber.

You stopped your massage, kissed both of his hands and cuddled into his warm body.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, Aran.” You closed your eyes too, feeling sleep wash over you as well.... “I’ll always be here.”

#aran ojiro #aran ojiro x reader #aran ojiro x y/n #aran ojiro x you #black anime fans #fluff #hq fluff #haikyu romance #hq romance #haikyu fluff #fluffville #kaylas fluffville #inarizaki #kiba hq #haikyu headcanons #osamu hq #hq atsumu

[sick-atsumu-side]

Hello! I recently just read your "Before a Match" fic and I absoluty loved it! I was wondering if you were interested in writing a fic where the roles are reversed (so Osamu is the sick one). Or maybe one where the team is on a long bus ride and Osamu gets really car sick? If these don't interest you at all that's fine! Just figured I'd ask! I really admire your stories and I love your writing style! :)

Hi! First, thank u! I’m so happy that you liked it💘 and second, I loved both of your ideas because I love Osamu like a lot aaaand I didn’t knew which one to choose so I thought it was better doing the two of them. So first this is the carsick prompt, and next time will be the reversed roles. Hope you like it! I tried my best💘

B. Saturday | Miya Osamu

So it was saturday. A perfect day for every sports team, because it means a lot of practice and maybe a few practice matchs. This was good for the Inarizaki team actually, since they were a week ago from Nationals and they still had to improve their skills in that short time. The only problem on this day was, that they would have to spend eight hours on road to get to the gym of the other team, the one who would join them in practice. At least that was a problem for Osamu.

Because that’d meant eight hours with Atsumu as his fellow traveler. And at first he didn’t minded, because the two were used to travel together. However, Atsumu was clearly a thing no easy to deal with and he had a lot of energy to talk every minute on rides. It was exhausting.

He still listen whatever his brother says with attention, though. However, after being five hours on road without any stop, Osamu started to feel a bit off. His head was hurting and the movements of the bus were making his stomach turn, like if something he ate was starting to rot inside of it. He felt uncomfortable and Atsumu was making things worse with his talking.

Ugh, he’d be glad if he could sleep through his now bad mood.

“Samu.”

“Uhm?”

“I think I have to make a new change on my serve today, maybe something like the ball rolling or whatever fuck. Like Omi-kun does.”

Osamu nodded at him, like he had been doing the past five hours when Atsumu talked to him nonstop. Why was he so energic at 9 am? The gray haired twin couldn’t understand it, because for school his brother would wake up all grumpy and lethargic, not too energic like today. Today he was the twin in a bad mood and feeling off, why he couldn’t notice that?

Atsumu was clearly a thing no easy to understand.

A wave of dizzines crossed Samu’s head and he grimaced because of it, closing his eyes instantly as he tried not to look on the bus aisle, because that was making him more dizzy and even nauseous.

“But- what can I do to make something nasty like that? They look so damn easy, but- aaagh.” Atsumu was on his own crisis, but when he got no answer he turned to look at Samu. Clearly pissed off. “Can ya’ please at least pretend to look a bit more interested in your favorite brother‘s problems and not ignore me? Can ya’, Samu?”

“I’m listening.” Osamu muttered, without opening his eyes. “I don’t hear with my eyes you know.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes and crossed both arms on his chest, clearly annoyed. Osamu tried to sleep, because yes, maybe that would help. He needed to sleep. His pained head would really enjoy that.

“Well.” Tsumu cleared his throat, and Osamu sighed. He was clearly not shutting his mouth. “I was saying that Omi-kun do those serves so easily but I can’t fackin’ do them like he does. He’s a freak, this is so damn frustrating Samu. What should I do?”

Osamu inhaled deeply at the feel of nausea increasing on his stomach. No, he couldn’t be carsick right now. He ate a lot this morning, this couldn’t be happening. Geez.

“...maybe if I put my fingers on the edge of the ball I can make them on my own. But I don’t know.”

Osamu opened his eyes.

“I don’t like the feeling of grabbing that way the ba-”

“Tsumu, wait, can you open the window? It’s suffocating here, can’t breath.” the twin moved his shirt collar, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he swallowed. Atsumu sighed, still annoyed.

“Really? The air conditioning is on, ya’ know.”

“Yeah.”

Osamu made him a glare and Atsumu did was he was told, since he was at the window seat. The air made Osamu sigh in relief, but the dizziness and nausea wouldn’t go away. He swallowed again and shifted uncomfortably in his seat like he had done before. The rest of the team were playing cards or some of them were fast asleep, so they couldn’t notice the discomfort in Osamu’s face. He was glad about that.

“Samu, ya’ okay?”

The gray haired boy was so focused on keeping his breakfast inside of him that he hadn’t listened what Atsumu said before that.

“I’m feeling a bit dizzy, that’s all.” Osamu swallowed again, feeling a bit of bitter saliva filling his mouth.

God, the movements of the bus now were like if the entire team was inside a roller coaster. He couldn’t understand how he was the only one feeling that nauseous because of it. They were like strong waves in the ocean. He was even blaming the driver.

“Ya’ sure?” Atsumu peered at him, kind of afraid and worried at the uneasy breathing of his brother. “Wan’t some water? Maybe you should sleep a bit, you look kind of... off.”

Osamu groaned slowly, as he shook his head with eyes closed at the thought of water. If he drank some, he was afraid that he couldn’t kept it down.

“Just give me some air, Tsumu.” He said, shifting again on his seat with a groan. “I’ll be fine. Just shut up and let me sleep.”

“If you puke in here, I’ll throw your fackin’ ass out of the bus I swear.” Atsumu sounded mean, but Osamu knew he was worried. “Ya’ don’t get carsick easily, Samu. What happened? It’s kind of weird coming from you. I’ll call Kita-san so he can be here sitting with ya.”

“Don’t bother Kita-san, stupid.” Osamu breathed deeply again, feeling like absolutely shit.

“Okay. Enough.” Atsumu said, trying to stand up from his seat.

“The fuck you’re doing?” Osamu felt something revolt in the pit of his stomach as he moved but still, he putted down Atsumu back in his seat. “Don’t be a dick, Tsumu. I just need to sleep, my head is killing me right now.”

Atsumu crossed his arms around his chest and looked outside the window with a sigh, clearly mad at Osamu for not letting him escape. However, Osamu was so nauseous and every bump of the bus was making his entire stomach lurch that he let it pass.

He tried several positions to make the trip more comfortable and to sleep well in his seat. Nonetheless, none of those did work, so he tried to join the conversation between Atsumu and Aran, who was in the front seat with Suna by his side. This way, he could distract himself from the nausea and at first it seemed to be working, until something bitter and sticky got stuck on his throat. Geez, he felt so sick.

“Tsumu, I feel bad.” Osamu suddendly admitted, groaning at the end. “Can you ask the coach if we can pull over please?”

“Wait, are you going to be sick now?” Atsumu was starting to freak out and Aran looked at them, clearly confused because he didn’t heard exactly what Osamu said.

The gray haired boy didn’t reply to his brother and just covered his mouth with his fist, as an airy burp bubbled up in his throat. Everything was spinning around him and he felt so bad, his headache was much worse than before.

“Coach!” Atsumu stood up from his seat, trying to catch the coach’s attention, who was sitting in front of Suna and Aran. Osamu swallowed saliva again, moaning a bit as he placed a hand on his already uneasy stomach. He let out a tiny burp too. “Coach! Fuck, maybe he’s asleep. Samu don’t ya’ dare to puke right know, got it?”

Aran turned on his seat to look better at them, a bit confused and now worried at the sight of Osamu. Suna made the same face when he saw them as he turned in his seat. Samu burped slightly on his fist again, his face crunched in pain as he felt the taste of acid.

“Aran-kun, can ya’ ask the coach if we can pull over? Samu’s feeling sick.” Atsumu said, before Aran could even ask what was going on. The rest of the team didn’t put attention to him, so they were fine by now.

“Pull over now?” Aran asks and Atsumu nodded, clearly worried as he looked his teammate standing up fast to go and wake up the sleeping coach.

“Is he fine?” asked Suna, a bit nervous when he noticed the sweat running down Osamu’s forehead.

“Yea, just carsick.” Atsumu responded, unsure of his answer when he looked at his brother. “How ya’ doing?” He asks, sitting down again as he rubbed Samu’s shoulder.

Samu tried to breath deeply in and out with both eyes closed, and he didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He just shook his head as he muffled a belch on his fist.

“Fuck.” Atsumu muttered to himself, still rubbing Samu’s shoulder. “Focus on breathing, Aran went ta’ ask if we can pull over. Just wait a bit.”

Wait a bit? He thought, swallowing down several times as he felt his breakfast coming up over and over. This was bad. He felt so sick and dizzy.

“The coach is asking the driver, but for now he said we should pass him a bag or something, just in case.” Atsumu looked at Aran when he came back and swallowed down, feeling a bit anxious.

“Do you have one?”

Aran shook his head.

“Tsumu’.” Osamu barely said, urgency filling his shaky voice. “I- I don’t feel good.”

“I know, I know.” Atsumu rapidly said, this time looking at him. “Just focus on breathing Samu, hear my voice or whatever. Remember when you spun me around on the swing so much that I almost threw up? Well, I didn’t because you distracted me. So please try, don’t be a dick right now.”

“Tsumu, he’s trying.” Suna interrumpted in the conversation, as he looked desperately for a bag inside his backpack with no results. “Look at his face, he doesn’t look good.”

Aran went fast to the first years seats to ask them if they had a plastic bag, while Tsumu was still rubbing Osamu’s shoulder with a mad look. Everyone knew that he was worried, but still, he seemed angry with the world.

Osamu breathed shakily on his fist, his eyes were still closed and he looked like a mummy for being so tensed. A sharp bump suddendly moved the entire bus and Osamu felt a shudder on his spine. He wouldn’t last long, something wet and warm was coming up through his esophagus again and he didn’t felt like swallowing it down like he had been doing the past few minutes.

“Tsumu’.” he choked out with urgency again, as he removed his fist from his mouth to say he was going to throw up. “I-”

Atsumu let out a yelp and moved away fast when Osamu retched a mouthful of his breakfast on the ground between his legs, which he managed to move in time so he wouldn’t soil his pants. Aran came back as fast as he heard the sickening splash.

“Geez.”

“Fuck, Samu. Why today?” Atsumu cursed.

The gray haired boy jerked again and belched sickly another mouthful, soiling again the floor of the bus and this time his front seat with more putrid undigested food. The entire bus filled with the bad smell too, and now some of his teammates were yelling in panic or disgust.

“Look what you’ve done, shity pig.” Atsumu said, watching the scene with disgust, still away from him as he clung to the window with both feets up. Osamu raised his middle finger to him, as he coughed more vomit into the pool on the ground. Aran sighed and started to rub his back in small circles. Osamu was greatful of that.

“Just let it out, don’t hear your shitty brother.” Aran said.

“Ahh?!” Tsumu was getting pissed off.

“Here.”

Aran turned to face the sudden appearing of Kita, who passed him a plastic bag as Atsumu relaxed a bit in his seat, covering his nose because of the smell.

“This wouldn’t happened if you had woken me up.” Kita was firm, as Aran putted the bag in front of Samu, who grabbed it and immediately retched hard inside of it. Feeling like a pile of crap. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“Sorry.” Osamu breathed shakily between rounds of vomit, as another wave of nausea overwhelmed him.

“Kita-san, I told him I was going to call you but-”

“No excuses.” Kita said, still firm with a serious look as he saw the coach coming back to them.

“Sorry guys, I didn’t ask in time.” The coach said, as Osamu burped more stinky liquid inside the plastic bag. “But we’ll pull over at the next station.”

Atsumu noticed how Osamu’s body lurched with every gag and he noticed the tears he had in his eyes too. No, this feeling wasn’t guilt. He told to himself, but... he didn’t like seeing his brother like that. He was in pain, he knew it better than anyone.

“Hey, you’ll be fine when we stop.” Atsumu suddendly said, removing Aran’s hand to put his and start to rub Osamu’s back slowly. The same way his mother does when they are sick. “Don’t cry.”

“M’ not crying.” Osamu gagged bile and saliva this time, his entire body jerking under Tsumu’s hand. Aran smirked a bit when he saw Samu almost leaning on Atsumu as Kita was telling the rest of the team to stay calm, that they were going to a stop in a few minutes. “But thank you, I appreciate your worry.”

The nausea was still on his body and his head was still hurting too. However, he already had emptied himself, so the only thing that was coming from his mouth now was saliva and awful dry gags. His stomach sounded angry too, so he tried to ease it by rubbing the organ up and down as he leaned on Atsumu’s shoulder.

“Here.” Atsumu said, passing him the bottle of water he had before. “You’ll feel better after washing your mouth.”

Osamu accepted it and took small sips of it, after that, he returned it to Tsumu and blew his nose on the bag. Atsumu closed the bottle for him with a disgusting look, because Osamu still had vomit on his chin but he wouldn’t say a thing about it. The floor was a putrid mess and so were Osamu’s shoes. It was a bad situation.

The only thing that made the situation better for Osamu, were the vague attempts of Atsumu to make him feel better. His brother was a thing no easy to deal with and he was totally an asshole, especially when he was sick but... He was a good brother in his own way. And he was greatful of that.

#miya osamu #sickfics #vomiting #carsick #miya atsumu #haikyuu #haikyuu sickfics #kita

[miracleboiz]

Making a Home Ch. 25

Kita Shinsuke had experienced a lot in life. He had been raised with his grandmother, a loving foster parent and for some time he followed in her  foot steps before finding his own path. He thought his foster care license had expired before getting a call at three am with two small boys thrust into his arms. Miya Osamu and Atsumu, from broken homes but  still fighting. Thirty days before his license expires. Thirty days to  make a choice, keep the boys or let them be separated into different homes. Thirty days to fall in love with them.

Words: 100k+

Relationships: Ojiro Aran/Kita Shinsuke, Gen

Warnings: Mention of past child abuse, non-graphic abuseNot from Kita, but it is mentioned. I will post any warnings before any panic attacks or vague descriptions of abuse.

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*Mention of a nightmare and small panic attack*

Osamu was surrounded in black. Something soft was under his hands but no matter what he did he couldn’t see anything. He squirmed, chest tightening when he couldn’t speak.

He tried to cry out, tried to move, looking for his brother. He writhed, trying to get his body to respond as panic started to fill him. Still, he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.

“Osamu?” A voice seemed to cut through the darkness but it wasn’t Atsumu’s voice. Osamu didn’t know who it was, he couldn’t see or move. He was always in bed by himself or Atsumu.

Where was he? Where was Atsumu? Why wasn’t his brother coming to help him?

Terror clawed at his heart and he struggled to breathe as the salty taste of tears hit his lips.

“Osamu!” The voice came again, sterner and Osamu jolted up, eyes snapping open. He stared at Aran’s face for a second without really seeing him, confusion and panic flooding through him.

Osamu spun, catching sight of silver hair from Shinsuke on his side and Lady on Aran’s right but Atsumu was nowhere to be found. He shoved off the hands trying to comfort him, desperate to find his brother.

Atsumu wouldn’t leave him right? Atsumu had promised to be there for him. He said he would fight anyone trying to take him away no matter what. Atsumu wouldn’t leave him for anyone, not Shinsuke, not Aran, not Shinji. Atsumu wouldn't. Atsumu wouldn’t.

“ ‘Tsumu!” The cry finally broke from followed by a loud sob. “ ‘Tsumu! ‘Tsumu!”

“ ‘Samu?” Atsumu’s voice yawned as his head popped up from between Shinsuke and Lady. He’d been tucked rather tightly against Shinsuke’s chest and seemed more than a little bit confused.

He crawled over Shinsuke as the man started to wake up himself. Osamu was flying at him the moment Atsumu was close enough to be tackled into a hug. Osamu sobbed as he held onto his brother as tightly as he could, only clinging harder at Atsumu’s yelp of his name.

“ ‘Samu? ‘Samu what happened?” Atsumu whined, looking close to tears himself and in a heartbeat he was sobbing too as he hugged his brother back.

“I couldn’t... move..” Every break was racked with another sob from Osamu, “then I couldn’t breathe… and I… I woke up… you were gone… I couldn’t find you… Thought you left me… Don’t leave me ‘Tsumu… Please don’t leave me.”

Atsumu clung to his brother, shaking his head and wrapping himself around him as if to help him hide from the world.

“ ‘m never going to leave you ‘Samu, never ever.” Atsumu promised, eyes pressed shut even as tears slipped out bit by bit.

“Thought someone… someone took…” Osamu choked on the words, rocking in his brother’s arms as the panic started to overwhelm him.

“Osamu, breathe in.” Shinsuke said, sitting up slightly as the fog in his eyes started to fade. “Seven seconds, breathe with me and Atsumu.”

Osamu gulped in a breath, barely reaching the full time. Atsumu tried to rub his back like he’d seen Shinsuke do, breathing in time with Shinsuke. Aran shifted slowly to sit up, but Osamu didn’t even seem to notice, too busy holding onto Atsumu like a lifeline.

Nearly half an hour passed before Osamu was able to blink open his eyes tiredly at Shinsuke. He glanced over his shoulder, staring at Aran’s concerned face for a moment before releasing his brother. He fell back against Aran’s chest instead, half on his lap.

“I don’t like bad dreams.” He mumbled, a yawn breaking from him. “I thought… Maybe…”

Guilt was written across his face and he shrunk down slightly, pawing for Atsumu’s hand to hold. He wouldn’t look at Shinsuke though, even when Shinsuke sat up more to watch him, stroking Lady’s back to keep her from tackling the kids and licking them to cheer them up.

“Maybe… Shinsuke had given Atsumu away to Aran when I fell asleep last night.” His head hung down low with shame. “I’m sorry…”

“Oh little one.” Shinsuke whispered softly, moving closer. “Is this alright?”

He waited until Osamu was nodding before he kicked out of the blanket and pulled Atsumu onto his lap so he could sit knee to knee with Aran. Atsumu instantly grabbed Aran’s shirt too, as if to keep him from going away.

“There’s no need to be sorry, Osamu.” Shinsuke soothed softly, “You had a nightmare, it’s okay to be scared after that. But there’s no need to worry about Atsumu being given away on his own-”

“I don’t want to leave you though!” Osamu blurted, freezing and patting with his free hand until it could wrap around Lady’s collar. “I wanna stay with Aran, but I wanna stay with you too but I don’t know if you w-want us or… or… or…”

Aran gently rubbed Osamu’s back, letting the child shake as he stared at Shinsuke. He gave Shinsuke a pointed look over their heads but Shinsuke didn’t need it. Seeing Aran in such a vulnerable spot with his kid on his lap though, definitely set Shinsuke’s heart to beat a little harder though.

“No, Osamu that isn’t what I meant.” Shinsuke explained softly, his hand not on Lady’s fur moving to stroke through Atsumu’s hair. The child sighed softly, flopping back against his chest and tilting his head up to stare at him with wide eyes.

“I was going to wait until breakfast time, but I suppose five am works too.” Shinsuke hummed softly, the slightest curve of his lip appearing at Atsumu’s almost timed yawn. “I know, when you spoke to Oomimi you told him you didn’t want to be adopted by me-”

This time Atsumu was the one to shrink down, his own guilt and panic overtaking the almost peaceful look he’d had on his face. He hadn’t meant to make Shinsuke upset then, he just thought that Shinsuke would be happier with them gone. He wouldn’t have been so stressed or busy.

“But, I also know that was a very stressful and bad day,” Shinsuke continued, leaning his head down just enough to press a kiss to Atsumu’s forehead. “And I wanted to ask you now.”

Atsumu’s eyes widened immeasurably as he stared up at Shinsuke. His grip on his brother’s hand tightened and both of the twins’ eyes were locked on Shinsuke.

“You and Aran are going to get married again and keep us!” Atsumu blurted before Shinsuke could open his mouth. Of course that was why Aran said he would keep them before! Because he and Shinsuke we’re getting back together after Aran moved to France and Aran was keeping it a surprise! Just like the birthday party!

Osamu had to let go of Lady to hold onto Aran’s knee as his chair started to laugh. Aran tried to hold it back, desperately pinching his lips shut but he couldn’t. Laughter broke from him as he wrapped an arm around Osamu to keep him from being bounced around, a wide grin on both of their faces.

“Keep you, yes, Aran and I….” Shinsuke said delicately, chuckling quietly himself. “I was-”

“ ‘Tsumu you dummy.” Osamu interrupted, moving to swipe at his brother’s face playfully. “They gotta learn to walk in their ice skates before they get married. They haven’t been skatin’ cuz they’ve been with us.”

“Ohhh, right! Can we go ice skating so you can get married and keep us?” Atsumu said, nodding his head to the clear logic of his brother’s words.

Aran was nearly wheezing with laughter, Osamu more than a little happy to be shaken as Aran tried to calm himself. It worked for a few seconds before he caught sight of Shinsuke’s unamused stare and raised eyebrow and the laughter broke out again.

Shinsuke’s lips quirked up in response and he pressed them together, looking away before Aran dragged him into a laughing fit. It definitely didn’t help the soft warmth slowly building in his chest as he looked down at his two boys clearly excited.

“Atsumu, Osamu, would you like to be adopted by me?” Shinsuke asked, watching in amusement as Lady started to crawl her way between them as if trying to hold Osamu down from the force of the still laughing Aran.

He wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of two excitable six year olds launching themselves at him and trying to scramble up towards his face. He squeaked as he fell back, feeling two hands wrap around his wrists and tug him back up.

Aran’s smiling face greeted him as the boys scrambled over him, trying to hug his neck and each other at the same time. Shinsuke shifted, waiting for Lady to move herself onto Aran’s lap instead before he was leaning against Aran’s shoulder.

“I don’t think you have a few years to make me wait,” Aran teased him lightly, “You might have another forty five seconds before they start asking about ice skating again though.”

Shinsuke tossed him a fake glare, wrapping his arms around the boys and nuzzling the hair under his nose. He closed his eyes for a moment, just taking in a breath to revel in the moment. His boys. All three of them. Right here with him. No one was going anywhere, they were a family even if the last bit of the puzzle was going to take some time to put together.

“I know you taught them that, what does it even mean?” Shinsuke grumbled, blinking when Osamu sat up suddenly and let go of Shinsuke’s neck.

“Oh! Oh! I know. Can I tell him? Please Aran?�� Osamu begged, reaching over to pat at Aran until he was sure he was being paid attention to. Aran was going to have to talk to the Matsukawa’s about their cat teaching his kids how to beg for attention.

“Sure, darling, go ahead.” Aran hummed, settling in to hear what he assumed was going to be a ridiculous version of what he’d told the boys days ago.

“Okay, okay, so!” Osamu started, happily holding onto the collar of Aran’s shirt. “There’s lotsa steps to ice skate. Ya gotta go to the place, then you gotta walk around, then you gotta check your feet and make sure they’re… feet. Then you get your shoes, and you put them on and then you gotta tie them and that’s super hard, I needed help but ‘Tsumu was really good at it… and….”

He blinked, trying to remember what he had been talking about, then grinned again.

“Then you have to walk in them and ‘Tsumu isn’t good at that, then you have to step on the ice and it’s super super scary but since Aran-kun will be there it’s not so scary. Then you gotta learn to skate! And Tooru-san and Hajime-san and Issei-san and Taka-san all had each other and learned to ice skate like… a bajillion years ago, that’s why they’re married!”

Shinsuke kept the smile on his face but he had absolutely no idea what was just said to him.

“Ah… Thank you for that explanation, Osamu. Perhaps Aran and I will… try to go ice skating and… learn to walk in them?” He said cautiously but it seemed to be the right thing to do because Osamu brightened and Atsumu’s hold got tighter.

“Okay boys, if we’re not going to go to bed again, we need to eat-”

“Cake!” Atsumu and Osamu shouted together, making both adults wince.

“No.” Aran said sternly, watching them deflate with exaggerated pouts. “Cake is for after dinner, five… six thirty now, is time for breakfast. Why don’t you go get the rice started?”

The boys gasped, thrilled to be allowed to ‘make’ something on their own and scrambled to get off the bed. Lady leaped out of Aran’s lap, smacking him in the face with her tail, and followed after them cheerfully.

“.... Aran did you teach my kids about dating by using ice skating as a metaphor?” Shinsuke asked, quirking an eyebrow over at his best friend.

“... That… was perhaps something I did. Unless you wanted me to try and explain to a six year old that sometimes people aren’t ready to date. Because they’re six and they don’t understand the concept of ‘not ready’ for anything beyond dinner.” Aran said simply, but he still wasn’t looking Shinsuke in the eye. It only took a second for Shinsuke to realize that Aran was laughing.

“Are you-”

“When’s the wedding, Shin? I want to coordinate the boys’ outfits.” Aran teased, a loud laugh exploding from him at Shinsuke’s offended expression.

“I have seen the clothes you wear, you are not choosing the wedding outfits or colors or anything beyond food to be completely honest. You’d go with the ugliest colors just to see who died first, me or Tooru.” Shinsuke bumped their shoulders together, rolling his eyes at the second laugh that bubbled out of him. “Get out of my bed. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. I’m telling the kids you died and we’re keeping Lady.”

Aran rolled his eyes, grabbing the blanket and chucking it over Shinsuke’s head. Shinsuke wrestled free, giving him a half glare as his hair stuck up in every direction.

“I’m going to help our kids make breakfast.” Aran said sweetly, copying Shinsuke’s attitude from the night before, already sliding out of the bed as a pillow was chucked at his back.

“Aran.” Shinsuke shouted after him, but Aran could hear his soft laugh. Relaxed and at peace, Aran knew that laugh and he’d missed it far too much.

“If we’re getting married, I want a divorce.” Shinsuke deadpanned as he was kicked in the shoulder on accident. Osamu gasped from his spot on Aran’s shoulders as they walked down the street, heading towards the park.

His small hands smacked Aran’s cheeks in an attempt to hold on and get his attention.

“Aran are you going to be okay? You’re still going to visit right?” He whined and Aran hushed him softly, reaching up to hold Osamu’s hands instead.

“Shinsuke’s just being cranky because I won’t let him hold Lady’s leash.” Aran soothed, squeezing his hand and looking over to where Atsumu was very carefully walking Lady beside him. Though from the way Lady kept her head turned toward Atsumu and nudged him carefully around any gaps in the road, Aran was pretty sure she was walking Atsumu.

“... That’s a good reason to be cranky.” Atsumu said, staring down at the sidewalk to keep from tripping and Lady tugged him away from a light post. Aran hummed in amusement, letting go of Osamu for a moment to tuck Atsumu closer to his hip instead of the edge of the sidewalk.

“I’m not cranky.” Shinsuke said, sounding mildly cranky but Aran could see the humor in his eyes.

“He’s very, very cranky.” Aran assured the twins, smiling over at Shinsuke’s eye roll. “But once we get to the park I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

“Don’t worry Shinsuke-san.” Osamu chirped, waving Aran’s hands in the air theatrically. “We’ll have lots of fun and then you’ll smile- like that! Aran, Aran! He smiled.”

Shinsuke was indeed smiling, and this time he wasn't trying to suppress it. He let it grow until it was comfortable on his face, shaking his head fondly at the gasps from each of them. He took a few steps ahead of them, stepping into the gated park and checking for any other dogs. Like he suspected, there were no other dogs so early in the morning.

He could hear shuffling behind him and seconds later Osamu and Atsumu were running past, Lady jogging quietly behind them.

“Sorry, they got excited.” Aran chuckled, eyes already scanning the park and relaxing when there was no sign of anything that could distract Lady. She was well trained, but she was, afterall, a dog.

“I can see that.” Shinsuke hummed quietly, watching the boys as they made their way over.

“... Shinsuke, are you still grumpy I didn’t let you hold Lady’s leash?” Aran asked, voice soft with apology but as soon as Shinsuke turned to look at him, he could see the laughter in his eyes. Aran was struggling not to laugh and Shinsuke shook his head at him.

“Why do the boys think we’re married? You’re clearly just harassing me, there’s absolutely no love here.” Shinsuke said, keeping his face neutral.

“Don’t start that. The boys may think you hung the moon but I’m well aware you’re a devil. I’ve been with you since you were fifteen remember?” 

“Yes I do, every minute.” Shinsuke said softly, tilting his head up to blink prettily up at him. Aran’s cheek burned red and he gaped at Shinsuke for a moment before it settled into a half hearted glare instead.

“How you manage to be so sweet but devious at the same time blows my mind, every single time.” Aran sighed, shaking his head and bumping his shoulders into Shinsuke’s at the sight of the amused smile returning.

They walked a few more steps, eyes on the boys chasing each other around with Lady herding them away from the half frozen lake. They were laughing and cheering and Shinsuke couldn’t say he’d ever felt more at peace, more at home, then right now.

He stepped to the right, fingers dancing at the edge of Aran’s palm before Aran’s hand moved to intertwine their fingers. He flicked his eyes up to Aran’s, taking in the softness around his own eyes and the curve of his mouth in an easy smile. He looked happy, incredibly happy.

“Aran… Remember what I said before?” Shinsuke asked softly, finding himself unable to stare at him any longer until the words were out. “About… waiting...I know I need to, but I don’t want to raise these boys without you… If you are willing… to go… rather slow… probably unnaturally slow for most people… Why don’t we go ice skating next week? I have Thursday off next.”

Aran’s lips were curved in a smile when Shinsuke felt them press against his temple.

“Toldja before, Shin. I’m here, as long as it takes.” Aran said against his skin and Shinsuke could feel the affection in his words. “We can take breaks too, the boys come first after all.” 

Shinsuke didn’t disagree, but he also couldn’t help but think that they’d been rather glued to the hip since the break down last week. It didn’t feel like he was changing anything to be with Aran, nothing he wasn’t already changing for the boy’s atleast. Baby steps though, were just fine with him. Like Osamu had said, you had to learn to walk in skates before you got on the ice.

It didn’t have to be a date but Shinsuke wanted to spend more time with Aran regardless. Besides, ice skating gave him more excuses to hang off of Aran’s arm and guilt him into buying drinks.

“Shinsuke-san!” Atsumu’s voice made them both perk up, looking over at the child. His bruises had healed and he looked as cheerful and happy as any kid their age should be.

“We found a duck! Hurry up.” Osamu echoed beside him, pointing at the small herd of ducks settling on the icy water.

Aran and Shinsuke shared a soft laugh, picking up speed a little but not enough for the twins.

“Touchan!” They hollered together, pointing at the ducks with clear excitement.

Shinsuke stumbled on the snow but the hand in his kept him up and he moved a little faster, the warmth in his chest spreading throughout all of him. He almost thought he’d pass out from the overwhelming emotion but all he could do was hurry to his boys. His boys.

His family.

* This is the final chapter, but an epilogue will be up next week. Let me know i fyou'd be more interested in teen-adult epilogue or still young kids epilogue. Thank you so much for taking this journey with me, it's been an amazing journey. *

#HQ #Haikyuu #Miya Atsumu #Miya Osamu #Kita Shinsuke #Arankita #Making a home AU

[totallynotlx]

Thief

Febuwhump Day 16: Broken Bones

Miya Twins (There is a non-gendered reader, but not centered on that)

Tags: Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Sibling Rivalry, Frustration, Regrets

Summary: What happens if someone steals two of the most precious things in your life?

“Oy, Samu, that. We should try and do that .” The blonde’s voice came as sleek as ever. Osamu eyes his older twin curiously. He can’t be possibly considering that right now, right?

“Tsumu... “

“C’mon, Samu! Don’t be a scaredy-cat!” He smirks. “This is our last game, the last set of our high school volleyball experience! You will do it with me, wouldn’t you?” He gives him his usually teasing smirk.

“I can never win with you… Fine.” The gray-haired twin shakes his head. “Why do you always feel the need to push me to my limits. Y’know, we can win even without using that, right?”

“Eh? But that’s a boring way to win!”

“Oy, you two better watch your moves. No risky plays, got it?” Aran remarks as the timeout ended.

“Of course!” “Yeah…”

It was always like that. Atsumu would always push Osamu to his limits, and even though both are talented players, one cannot deny the more happy-go-lucky streak that the blonde has. They were a fan of experimenting, even in crucial games where every point counts. And this game isn’t any different. If anyone can spike Atsumu’s serves, anytime, anywhere, it’s Osamu, and the team knew this, and they just let the two be. Until that one spike, that one landing that he didn’t fully break… The sudden jolt of pain on Osamu’s wrist was nothing new. It was common to have them until a few days after the game, just like how muscles get sore after. But this felt different.

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#febuwhumpday16 #febuwhump #miya twins #miya osamu #miya atsumu #haikyuu #hq #my prompts #sorry seasonal allergy meds kicked me to sleep early last night i forgot to post here... again laksdfjlaksdf

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

Could we get some fluffy/angsty LinkxSamus, where Link fights Samus to get her back in World of Light? I’ll give you a taco braid.

“Somehow I had a feeling something like this was going to happen. Knowing my cuccoshit luck. Doesn’t make it any easier.” grumbled Link to himself as he renewed his grip on the Master sword. The blade seemed to hum with power, and a comforting warmth seemed to travel up his arm. Link smiled grimly to himself. "Least I’ve got you old girl.” he said.

““You will rejoin the One.” said Samus, or at least the thing that used to be Samus. “The Pink Creature has harmed you by removing you from the One. Order will be restored.”

“Oh come on Galeem, at least try to do a decent impression of my girlfriend.” snapped Link. “Seriously, even Roy wouldn’t fall for that.” he snapped.

“We are not deceiving you Hero of Hyrule. We are stating a fact.” said Galeem-Samus.

Link glared once again. “Look Galeem, do me a favor and just let her go. I really don’t want my girlfriend to be mad at me when I kick you out of her. Besides, I’m the only one allowed inside of Samus these days. Hi-oh! Oh, I’m going to pay for that one.”

“You are mistaken. It is you that will fall.” said Galeem-Samus. And with that, she charged him.

Link raised his shield and absorbed the powerful blow of Samus’s armored fist, though it did send him skidding back several feet. ‘Damn’ Link thought to himself. ‘Guess Galeem gave her some buffs.’ 

“Well, let’s get to it.” said Link. “They always say the first couple fight is the worst.”

Kirby, Wolf, and Zelda ran across the desert towards Link’s location. “That stupid romantic idiot!” roared Zelda as they charged. “I should of known he’d try something like this!”

“Less bitching and more running!” snapped Wolf. “We’re almost there!”

Zelda gritted her teeth as she resolved to kick Wolf in the groin later. But he was right. Yelling just wasted lung-power that was needed for running.

“Poyo!” cried Kirby, pointing down and skidding to a halt as they crested a hill. Sure enough, below them, was Link and Galeem-Samus duking it out.

And Link was losing. Badly.

“Something’s wrong.” said Zelda in a frightened tone. “This... Link shouldn’t be losing like this. They were always evenly matched before.”

“Shit!” roared Wolf, pounding a fist into his palm. “Galeem must be onto us! He’s buffing his slaves now.”

“We have to get down there! e have to help him!” cried Zelda, but she felt a clawed hand grab her own.

“I think we have problems of our own.” growled Wolf.

Sure enough, three more Galeem possessed fighters were now behind them. Specifically Fox, Falco, Captain Falcon and Ridley.

“You will be assimilated.” they said as one. “Order will be restored.”

“Poyo!” cried Kirby.

“Yeah, the marshmallow’s right! You morons are going down!” cried Wolf.

Zelda gave one last look over her shoulder, but turned back to their own problems. They needed to deal with this first. She needed to trust that Link could do this on his own.

‘I can’t do this on my own!’ thought Link as he and Galeem-Samus fought. ‘Where the Sacred Realm is help when you need it!?’ 

Sure enough, Galeem-Samus was dominating this fight. “Do you understand now, Hero of Hyrule. There is no power that can stand against Galeem. Your quest is in vain. Order will be restored, as they should be.” she declared.

“Now you’re just pissing me off.” growled Link.

But in his heart he was beginning to think she was right. This... this wasn’t a fight he could win. Galeem knew how he fought, knew his powers. He knew exactly how to counter him. He couldn’t win this.

But... maybe he didn’t need to.

“Okay, gonna try something stupid now.” said Link to himself. And with that, he sheathed his sword in the ground, and cast his shield away too.

Galeem-Samus seemed taken aback. “Does this one finally realize the futility of-”

“With all due respect Galeem, fuck off. I need to talk to Samus right now.” said Link. “Starshine? Come on, I know you’re in there.” he said gently.

“This? This is what you’re reduced to?” sneered Galeem-Samus. “Your Assimil-”

“Starshine listen to me.” said Link. “You’re stronger than him. You’re Samus motherfucking Aran. You hunt space pirates, kill entire armies, and beat up planets until they stop bothering you.” he said. “You’re better than this Supernatural reject. Just fight Sammy. I know you can.”

“This is foolishness.” snarled Galeem-Samus. “You will-”

“Enough with the Doctor Who shit! You’re not a fucking Dalek!” snapped Link. “Starshine, look. You can do it. I believe in you. I believe in Samus Aran.”

“ENOUGH!” roared Galeem-Samus. With that, she punched Link in the face. “We will assimilate you. But first, We shall break this form utterly! EVERY LAST BONE!” screamed Galeem-Samus.

More blows rained down on Link, and the knight felt a couple ribs breaking. “It’s okay Starshine. It’s okay. I’m here.” he said.

“DIIIEEE!” roared Galeem-Samus, but the blow never fell. It hovered in midair, shaking slightly.

“Sam? Starshine? It’s me.” the fist uncurled. “Come on baby. Keep going. I’m here for you.” The helmet was torn off, revealing Samus’s face.

Her eyes free from the golden glow.

“Link.” said Samus in a strained voice.

Link, even in his battered state, wrapped her in a tight hug. “I’m here Starshine. I’m here. I love you.” he said.

“You... need to... give it to me.” said Samus. “He’ll fight back.... take control... if you do it.” she said. “Give it to me.”

Link furrowed his brow, but then his eyes fell on the Master Sword. “I... I understand.” said Link. And the world seemed to tilt as he handed her the blessed sword.

“See you... on the... other side.” said Samus, as she gripped the sword. And with that, she drove it through her chest, cleaving through her armor as though it were made of butter.

Galeem screamed inarticulately as his essence was torn from Samus’s body. “DIE! YOU WILL DIE FOR THIS!” screamed Galeem in fury.

“Oh, just fuck off.” growled Link, as he pulled the Master Sword from his lover. With that, he drove it forward,right through the part of Galeem that had controlled Samus.

And like that it was gone.

Samus lay on the ground, barely conscious. The wound from the Master Sword was gone, but she was still gravely weakened. “If you... ever... dosomething that stupid again... I’ll kill you. Then clone you and kill all your clones.” she rasped.

Link collapsed next to her as Zelda, Wolf, and Kirby charged down the hill towards them dragging the freed Ridley, Fox, and Falco with them.

“I love you Starshine.” he said, clasping her hand.

“I love you too... you dumbass Legolas cosplayer.” she said.

And that’s how they found the two. Laughing through the pain, hands clasped tightly around each other.

#incorrect quotes #smash bros #submission #incorrect super smash bros #super smash bros #Link #Samus #Zelda #Wolf #Fox #Falco #Kirby #Ridley #Link x Samus #Linmus #Samink #Star Wars #Legend of Zelda #Metroid #Star Fox #World of Light #fluff #angst

[gamerwoo]

Wonwoo: All Fun and Games (part 10: will it kill me?)

Summary: It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.

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As you stood in front of the door to the apartment number Wonwoo gave you, you couldn’t help but feel...nervous. Sure, Wonwoo was cute but you hung out with him once. You couldn’t like him already, right?

The door suddenly opening was what broke you from your thoughts.

“Are you going to stand there all night?” Wonwoo joked with a chuckle.

You frowned playfully, walking into the apartment when he gestured for you to come in. “I was about to knock!”

“Then why were you standing there?” he laughed.

“Why were you watching me?” you quipped, kicking off your shoes by the door.

“I-” his mouth hung open as his brain grasped helplessly for an excuse, but he came up with nothing, his face turning redder than a tomato. “Please don’t think I’m creepy.”

“If I thought you were creepy, I wouldn’t have come over. You’re actually the first person I’ve accepted the invite from.”

“...Who else has invited you over?”

“Rawkus from the Outlaws, Babybay from Shock, Profit from Spitfire. Um... Wait, I actually did go hang out with the Gladiators before, but they just wanted some Korean barbecue. I mean, I hang out with Vernon and Boo a lot, but they’re close friends of mine. Vernon and I go way back, but...most guys are just...yeah...”

Wonwoo made a face. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that, mo- ___.”

You giggled quietly at his slip-up before waving his apology away. “Ah, don’t worry about it. My team is really good about backing me up; especially Seungcheol.”

Wonwoo realized that this probably wasn’t the best conversation topic to help his case, so he quickly changed it. “Are you hungry or anything? I ordered pizza.”

“You’re asking me if I want food after you already ordered it?” you quizzed playfully, smirking as you sat down on the couch of the relatively bare living room.

“I had to be prepared!” he insisted.

“Did you prepare anything to do?” you wondered, looking around the room. 

“I did, actually.” it was his turn to smirk as he turned on the TV, and walked over to the stand, pressing a button on the old-looking GameCube. “Super Smash Bros.”

You gasped, sitting up straight as Wonwoo walked over with two controllers in hand. “I love that game! God, I haven’t played in years!”

Did Wonwoo already know you loved and missed the game? Yes. He was an avid watcher of your streams. Did you need to know that? No. His knowledge of things you liked would probably make him seem as creepy as the other guys.

You eagerly took the controller, testing the buttons and joysticks to remember what did what. As the game loaded, you were practically bouncing in your seat, excited to play the game you’d missed for so long. The last time you played it was with some cousins of yours, but one of them raged and threw the console on the floor.

“So, who do you pick?” Wonwoo wondered, curious as to who your favorite character was -- that was something you’d never mentioned.

You moved your selector to Samus Aran, smiling proudly. “The best character.”

“Oh, I beg to differ.” he scoffed, going straight for Kirby.

“Oh come on!” you whined. “He’s way too OP!”

“Then maybe you should’ve picked him.” he sneered playfully before going to the map select. “Map of choice?”

“Anything but the fuckin’ dragon thing.” you frowned. You’d lost too many battles there just from not keeping up with the movement of the map. “Pokemon arena is fun.”

And so that was the map you battled on. You and Wonwoo played for hours, only stopping to answer the door for the pizza when it came about 20 minutes into playing. The two of you ate pizza, shouted, and laughed so hard that you almost cried your mascara off. 

As you played, the two of you slowly moved closer and closer together on the couch until your arms were touching, and you were gently nudging each other in an attempt to create a distraction. If Wonwoo had been paying full attention, he would’ve been a blushing, flustered mess. However, this Wonwoo was cocky and confident, softly leaning into you to push you over as his deep laugh filled the room.

Little did you know that Chan and Soonyoung were in Soonyoung’s room, listening to everything and teasing Wonwoo together between eye rolls and quiet snickers. But they had to admit it was nice seeing their friend open up to the girl he’d had a crush on for far too long.

Could it even be considered a crush anymore?

After three hours of playing, Wonwoo called for a pause so he could grab some drinks. You followed as he got up to grab more sodas, too engrossed in the conversation to put it on hold until he got back.

“I’m telling you, the battle of LA is better enjoyed at the arena.” you insisted, following behind Wonwoo as he just chuckled and shook his head. “The chants, the fans, the energy -- c’mon you have to come with me!”

“I don’t even know any of the team.” he shrugged, going over to the fridge.

It wasn’t so much that he didn’t want to hang out with you -- actually, his stomach was erupting with butterflies because you were asking him to hang out. He was worried about Junhui finding out and giving him an earful about it later. Even this was too much by Jun’s standards, and it was just you and him having pizza and shit-talking each other while playing an old video game.

“Who cares? I’ll let you borrow one of my jerseys and everything! You can wear the Surefour one if you want to! Please?” you begged, reaching out to tug on his wrist without even thinking. You two had already been so close the last hour and a half that it didn’t seem like something you had to think about now. “I’ll pay for snacks, too!”

He let out a sigh that expressed his fake exhaustion. “Fiiiiine, you win.”

“Really?!” you grinned, bouncing on your toes with excitement.

“On one condition,” he decided, gathering all his courage before he spoke, “I pay for the snacks.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Why would you want to pay for snacks to see a team you don’t even- ...Oh...”

“Yeah...” Wonwoo’s face, ears, and neck had all stained red from embarrassment as he watched you put two and two together. “Look, ___, I-”

“So you like me then?”

Wonwoo opened his mouth, closed it, and re-opened it. “...Are you asking me or are you stating it?”

You shrugged. Wonwoo definitely wasn’t a bad guy from what you could tell. If he was just interested in sleeping with you, he would’ve done it by now. He wouldn’t have took you out for ice cream, walked you back to your car, and left it at that. He wouldn’t have bought you pizza before you even showed up, and he wouldn’t have challenged you to Smash Bros for the last three hours. Yes, there was still a chance that he didn’t actually have feelings you, but hey, why not give the guy a chance after everything he’s done for you, right? Besides, you two had too much in common for you to just brush him off so easily.

“I mean...I kind of like you too.” you said slowly, remembering you were holding onto his wrist, and letting your hands drop. “So...do you like me?”

“Well...yeah, kinda.” he admitted sheepishly, giving a shy smile as his eyes found the floor behind his round glasses. “Is that okay?”

Why did Wonwoo have to be so cute? Here was the giant who looked like he would crush a man’s skull for looking at him wrong, and he was blushing at the floor because of you. Everything inside you wanted to just step forward, lean up, and kiss his cheek.

So you did.

Wonwoo froze. He stopped breathing. He was sure he stopped living for a couple seconds. You had kissed him. You kissed him! It would be such a small gesture to anybody else, but man, was he on cloud nine because of that little kiss on his cheek.

His eyes finally flickered up, looking back at you. As the two of you looked at each other, wondering what to do next, you both just kind of...felt it. It was like a telepathic thing where you both just leaned in and closed your eyes, your lips softly touching in the middle.

As if you’d kissed him a million times, your arms went up around his neck, resting there comfortably. His hands found your waist, holding you gingerly like a glass doll as he kissed you tenderly, not wanting to ruin the sweet moment.

Both of you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket, causing both of you to jump back all too quickly than either of you wanted.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” you laughed awkwardly, mentally slapping yourself. You took your phone out anyway as your face turned pink this time. “Even when they’re not here, my team still manages to keep guys away from me.”

“Don’t worry.” he chuckled, finding it so adorable how you were flustered now.

You checked your phone, your heartbeat picking up in speed. “...It’s Hongbin. He knows I’m not home.”

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