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junosmindpalace · 4 months

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SHE WANTS YOU!

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

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

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

total wc: 4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kotaro! You were incredible!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And, of course, on you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s it say?”

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

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

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

“Fine. I won’t tell you.”

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

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

“I know.”

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

You roll your eyes. “Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sho, hurry, it’s starting!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, almost anyone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it business related?”

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

“Well--”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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leafyolive · 10 months

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"smile for the camera omi!!"

#sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #haikyuu!!#.🌷 my art #i needed some skts fluff for myself so THIS was what i made :3 #god they still have a grip on my heart

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slut4msby · 4 months

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+ pairing; atsumu miya x model!reader x suna rintarou

+ synopsis; Don’t get sad, get even. You and Miya Atsumu always had a toxic relationship. There was no denying it. However Atsumu called your relationship off in the worst way possible, sleeping with your number one enemy, Miyazaki Aoi. However you’re an adult, who should deal with this in adult ways but, once a cheater always a cheater, right?

+ genre; smau, nsfw, crack, lovers to enemies to lovers & fake dating (there will also be some written pieces)

+ warnings; nsfw content, fem reader, cheating, toxic relationship & general toxic behaviour

+ taglist; open! send an ask or reply to be added :)

+ status; on-going (updates when i feel like it).

+ profiles; lovers & fearsome foursome & nightmare blunt rotation

+ chapters;

⤷ 01. childish.

⤷ 02. like a brother [✎]

⤷ 03. ???

⤷ 04. ???

⤷ 05. ???

⤷ MORE TBA

+ atsumu's route;

⤷ 01. ???

⤷ 02. ???

⤷ 03. ???

⤷ 04. ???

⤷ 05. ???

⤷ MORE TBA

+ suna's route;

⤷ 01. ???

⤷ 02. ???

⤷ 03. ???

⤷ 04. ???

⤷ 05. ???

⤷ MORE TBA

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emmyrosee · 2 months

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EMMY MY DEAREST MY BABY MY BELOVED <333

could I be a bit greedy and make another teeny tiny request?? you don’t have to feel obligated to do it AT ALL if you don’t want to!!! I’ve just been having an interesting time lately and you do comfort so well ☹️

genuinely all I’ve wanted all week is to be babied a bit/taken care of/pampered/absolutely smothered with soft gentle affection by atsumu when he starts to notice I’m getting overwhelmed or burnt out :(

I think he’d be good at catching it before it gets too out of control and keeping me sane. he wouldn’t let me lift a finger and he’d be so over the top with his physical affection cuz he knows I love that 😕

I feel so bad bc I feel like I’ve been bugging you a lot lately so pls pls pls don’t feel like you have to!!! I completely understand, there’s no pressure 🫶🏻🫶🏻

anon <3

YOU HAVENT BUGGED ME IN LIKE. FOUR MONTHS HUSH YOUR CUTE FACE- EVEN IF YOU DID SEND ME ANYTHING RECENTLY, YOURE NOT A BOTHER AND I LOVE YOU 😠❤️

he catches it pretty much immediately, with how you were clinging to him a little bit more than usual last night, brows seemingly forever pinched in the middle of your head and your fingers fisting the collar of his night shirt. he didn't say anything, but he definitely makes a note to keep an eye on it.

especially when, the next morning, you turn to your side to let him get ready for practice, and you hike the blankets higher and screw your eyes shut to try and tune him out.

he sees this, and crawls his body back into bed, mind now only focusing on taking care of you before you drown.

"peepee-poopoo," he whispers, hanging his head upside down to look at you, his blonde hair hanging shaggily. "where's my fighty baby this morning, hmm?"

you shrug and avoid his eyes, and pulls his head back to take this more seriously, "c'mere. come talk to me."

"you have to go-"

"i don't have to do a thing," he assures. he's quick to take out his phone and text coach that he's not going to make it, but he doesn't tell you that because the last thing you need is worrying about him missing a day to care for you.

which is one of his favorite things to do- but you fight him on it constantly. and he hopes today you're compliant enough to let him be here for you.

"do you want to talk about it?" he asks, gently rubbing his knuckles over your shoulder, and when you shake your head, he leans over your body again to kiss your cheek. "okay," he whispers, lingering for a minute before pulling back to head to the kitchen to make you breakfast.

breakfast, that was supposed to be in bed, but you worked up the courage to wade into the kitchen not long after him. "hey-" you begin, but you're cut off by the yelp from his lips and the dropping of an egg square to the floor, which you both look at blankly.

he starts to snicker, "whups."

"sorry."

he clicks his tongue, "shut up- come get a kiss," he says, stepping over the egg and pulling you into a hug, and his shoulders relax when you loosen in his arms. he sponges kisses to the crown of your head, "don't ever be sorry for something i did. it wasnt your fault."

you immediately tense back up, and atsumu knows his hit the nail on the head with it, and you burrow your face deeper into his chest and he tightens his grip on you to keep you grounded. "go back to bed," he soothes. "im with you today-"

"i dont want to be so far from you," you say, and he smiles as you dont put up an argument, dont scold him for staying, but his heart sinks slightly at the idea that youre so in your head all you can think about is him right now. "not today. can i stay?"

"id be bummed if you didn't," he says. he smirks and scoops you in his massive arms, relishing in the giggles you let you as he carries you and sets you on the counter, where he then feeds you slices of fruit while your eggs sear on the oven. he feeds you breakfast bite for bite, placing a straw in some water for you to drink before carrying you to the bathroom, where he tells you to brush your teeth.

you get shy, "can... do you think... maybe-"

"yeah," he smiles. "open up, babe."

he brushes your teeth, sure to get all the areas the dentist warns him about, before pulling back with a happy sigh and holding out his hand.

you quirk a brow, "what?"

"spit it into my hand."

"ew!" you laugh, and god it truly is his favorite sound, and you turn your head to spit the froth in the sink. "youre nasty."

"and you picked me first. too late to question your choice."

"yet i do every day."

"little fucker," he snickers, and when he makes a move to tickle you, you dart away, laughter ringing in the air as he barrels down after you, down the hall and into the bedroom, where he tackles you onto the bed. "i made you breakfast and this is the thanks i get?" he sighs, playfully punching your tummy, successfully dodging your hands to try and still his barely touching fists.

"l-learn from osamu," you manage, and his jaw slacks at your audacity while you giggle more in anticipation.

"you're annoying," he snorts, leaning down to nibble your ear and neck while his fingers spider up your sides, you shriek and shove his shoulders weakly. he stops and kisses the rest of the giggles from your lips, and he hums when you wrap your arms around his neck. when he pulls away, you mewl and tug him closer. he shushes you easily, "not going anywhere babydoll, i promise."

and he doesn't. he doesn't go anywhere, merely rolling you both onto your sides where he cradles you close, cupping the back of your head protectively as you burrow into him.

every now and then, he feels your shoulders tense up and quiver, as if you're fighting tears, but he doesn't make you say anything. not until you're ready to.

and when you are, he's there, his thumb gently stroking the back of your head while your tears soak into his shirt. he shushes you softly when your cries turn to sobs, or your breathing picks up too much for his comfort.

he reminds you he's not going anywhere, ever, he's got your back no matter what, and if it takes one day or fifteen, he's more than happy to stay in that bed, brush your teeth, feed you food, anything to keep you from drowning in your own anxieties and thoughts.

"thank you for telling me," he whispers every now and again. "im so proud of you."

"im so tired, atsumu... i don't know what to do anymore."

he screws his eyes shut as your voice cracks, "you're doing great, angel. keep doing what you're doing, because its your best, and its more than enough. and i'm sorry the world hasn't let you think it has been.

"you're more than enough. please keep going for me, okay?"

"okay..."

"I love you."

"I love you too atsu..."

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mochalate · 3 months

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[masterlist] mirrorball ; atsumu miya

[atsumu miya/actress!reader]

From an adorable child actor, to a popular teen idol, to an actress with a respectable (and surprising) amount of range; most people would say you've had the perfect life. No scandals, no unsavory paparazzi pictures, not even any questionable haircuts. The perfect girl.

When you start dating Atsumu Miya, everyone thought it would be more of that perfection— that is to say, pretty photographs of some glamorous dates, some cute soundbites. And then you would both move on to other pretty people; just like always.

Against everyone's expectations, including your own, something beautiful and real seems to blossom between you two.

But after a lifetime being several someones, you're not even sure there's a you to speak of anymore. How long until the illusion shatters? What's behind the mirror?

tags/warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, celebrity reader, celebrity culture, drug abuse, mentions of suicide one shot: One and a Half at Onigiri Miya (fic has/will have small tweaks to characterisation for both atsumu and reader)

Chapters

Prologue - no other shade of blue, but you

Part 1: shimmering, beautiful

Part 2: all this time (so many signs)

Part 3: champagne problems

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Epilogue - meet me in the afterglow

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zeltqz · 1 year

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netflix and fuck — atsumu miya x fem!reader (2.3k) tags: sorta fwb?! friends to fwb, not lovers, exhibitionism, idk the position where the dude is behind you on ur side but its that thing LMAO, teasing, smut, movie night with suna and the twins, except you fuck atsumu mid movie, cuz the movie is shit

Atsumu found this movie very boring.

Extremely boring, in fact.

The only thing keeping him from falling asleep was the fact that you were laying down in front of him, sideways to add more detail, with your ass pressing against his crotch. It was clear you didn’t realise what you were doing to him, because you were too focused on the movie in front of you.

But Atsumu was going insane.

It was nothing weird to be this close to him; the two of you had been friends for almost a decade and closeness was never an issue. But recently, Atsumu’s mind had been wandering—like it had become bolder. It being his thoughts.

He looks around the bedroom. Suna sat on the floor in front of the bed, his back pressing into the metal holding up the twins bunk bed; and the eventual creaking noises coming from above indicates his brother at the top bunk shifting around because that asshole could never find a comfortable position to sit in.

The room was illuminated by the TV, but only barely. It was a shitty movie, yes, but it had a dark theme—Atsumu thinks because he literally has not been paying attention since the start.

He suddenly gets the urge to shift a little closer to you. He lets his eyes wander down your back, the soft curve of your body as you laid on your side. From the angle he was at—thank God he was tall —he could see your face, your pretty eyes staring at the screen with such interest he can’t help but think he’s a little weird for not finding the movie as interesting as you.

He leans a little closer, seeing your lips wrap around the straw of your slushie, sipping slowly with intent and his mind gets to working again.

If he kissed you right now, would your tongue taste like strawberries—or whatever flavour the red slushie was made of?

If he took a sip of his own slushie, seated next to Suna on the floor, would he taste the flavours mix when he kisses you?

You and Atsumu had a strange relationship.

Despite being friends for almost 10 years, it was never awkward when he flirted with you. You just suspected he does that to any person with a vagina and tits, because it was no secret that Atsumu loved being a little tease. He damn near had a heart attack when you started to flirt back with him to. Since then, it was like a routine thing for the both of you.

Big mistake on his end, because he honestly thinks he’s started to fall for you.

That’s why you don’t slap his hands away when you feel his hands creep up onto your skin, resting against your hips. You don’t look back at him, asking him what he’s doing, because it was normal behaviour.

What you do question though, is when he leans forward, his fingers brushing softly against your chin to tilt your head back to face him. You raise a brow and remove the straw from your lips. “Is everything okay?”

He doesn’t know why, but he instantly leans down, pressing his lips against yours. You blink into the kiss, breaking it for a moment and Atsumu thinks he’s fucked up. He took it a bit too far and he’s ready to apologise and walk out of his own bedroom to re-evaluate himself on the livingroom couch.

But instead, you place the slushie down on the floor next to his own, just briefly missing Suna on the floor. Atsumu has a confused look on his face when you shift on the bed, turning to face him and cupping his cheeks, pulling him down for a kiss.

He hums into your mouth, closing his eyes and allowing himself to lose himself at the feeling of your soft lips brushnig against his own. He slides his hand down your thigh, squeezing it gently before lifting your thigh up to rest atop his legs.

You moaned a little when his tongue slid between your lips. You focused completely on Atsumu’s hands slipping between your leggings, rubbing your skin from the inside, the occasional light scratches against your thighs as his nails met your skin.

You two tried to keep the kissing sounds to a minimum, not wanting Suna to look behind him and see his two friends indulging in a hot and heavy makeout session in the middle of movie night Friday’s.

Atsumu was the first to break the kiss and you pouted up at him when his hands left your thighs in favour of undoing the buttons on your t-shirt. His t-shirt to be precise. You had gotten yours dirty on the walk to his house afterschool when he accidentally pushed you a bit too hard during your playfight and you fell onto the muddy grass.

You allowed him to undo your buttons and watched as his eyes relaxed and softened when he got a glimpse of your bra. He’d seen you with a bra on before, but only at the beach when you were in a bikini. He’d seen your stomach too when you’d change in his room but this was different.

Different like you were allowing him to see you vulnerable underneath him.

For his eyes only.

His lips were back on yours in record time, sliding his hands underneath your bra to fondle with your tits. You almost let out a whimper at the feeling of his fingers flicking against your nipple—but then rememebred where you were and the fact two of your friends were currently in the same room.

You lured your tongue into his mouth and smiled when he quickly clamped his lips around it, gently sucking on it. He could taste the flavour of the strawberry on your tongue and he couldn’t get enough. He started to get more touchy, sliding his hands down to your ass and was so tempted to lift you up to straddle him but any movement on the bed would cause it to creak.

Stupid old ass beds.

“You know,” he whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss to your lobe between heavy breaths, “I’m so tempted to kick them both out right now.”

You lean forward, lips pressing against his for a moment before pulling away. “Bet you won’t fuck me right here.” You bite your bottom lip as you stare up at him with a challenge in your eyes.

There’s one thing you love about Atsumu—he’s never down to back down from a challenge, no matter how dirty, how impossible, how embarrassing it is. His competitive nature just won’t allow him to.

“You gotta keep quiet then.” He’s turning you back around in record time so you’re facing the TV and grabs the blankets, tugging them over both of your bodies. The movement causes the bed to creak and Suna looks back briefly and raises a brow and you get scared that he’s suspicious of the ministrations happening back here.

It’s a bit obvious when Atsumu is looking down as he unties his pyjama strings to free his cock, but Suna doesn’t question it and turns back to the TV.

The entire time you held eye contact with him had your heart racing—scared he caught on. But the fact he was silent shows he didn’t.

Every single touch on your skin has you on high alert, especially as Atsumu is pulling your leggings down and flicking his fingers against your folds. He leans forward to whisper in your ear, pressing a kiss on your shoulder in the process. “Need prep?”

You shake your head, too impatient and needy to feel him inside you.

It was probably a bad idea to let him go in raw to begin with—but an even worse idea to get fucked without prep. Especially when you have to keep quiet the entire time.

On screen, the volume has died down a little and the room is quiet as the characters just stare at each other awkwardly. Atsumu couldn’t have picked a better moment to sheathe his cock inside your walls in a single thrust—because the noise you let out was a gasp of somesort rather than a moan.

Suna raised his brows from the front, confused at your reaction as to what was happening on screen, but he didn’t turn around. Mainly because he didn’t want his suspicions to be true.

It wasn’t until he heard heavy breathing coming from behind him that he knew he was correct. He simply rolled his eyes and brought out his phone.

rin :

| 9:34P theyre fucking rn btw

samu:

| 9:34P no way

rin:

| 9:35P yh listen

Osamu focuses his ears to listen to any background noises to indicate any sexual activities and almost doesn’t hear anything until you let out a shaky breath hidden behind your hand.

The TV noise starts to pick up again and Atsumu was never more grateful of this dumbass movie and their loud soundtracks. He grips your hips tighter and lifts your leg higher a little to fuck deeper into you. The sound of his hips hitting against your ass is evident at this point, but drowned out by the music.

Your fingers dig into the pillow you’re currently smothering your face into to hide your moans. Atsumu leans forward to your ear, breath shaky as he bites your ear lobe, “I’m so close—” He digs his face into your neck to hide his moans when you clench around him.

You can’t even bring yourself to formulate a response because you’re cumming. It was silent but your eyes rolled back and your vision went white.

“Shit, fuck— ” Atsumu grunts before pulling out, hands moving to his cock too fast that the bed creaks but he doesn’t care. He cringes as he jerks his cock until he was cumming against his sheets. It’s gonna be painful to explain that to his mother when she washes their sheets, but he doesn’t care.

You gasp when he slips himself back inside you and wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You lean your head back in favour of your protesting neck to kiss him. His fingers hook under your chin, holding you in place as he practically tongue fucks your mouth.

It’s wet and sloppy but you both don’t care. Not anymore. Besides with Suna’s incredible perceptive skills, there’s no way he didn’t catch on already. Atsumu was obnoxious with the kisses noises, not caring about his volume as he hums against your mouth whenever you suck his bottom lip.

“You guys done?” Osamu asks from the top bunk when he’s finally had enough of the PDA. “Couldn’t even wait till after the movie.” You stiffen immediately, breaking the kiss to suffocate yourself with the pillows, but Atsumu just rolls his eyes.

“Mad ’cause you couldn’t get sum.” Atsumu replies and you smack his chest hard.

“’Tsumu, shut up!”

“Oh please, (y/n), you weren’t exactly quiet either.” Suna responds and Osamu snickers, leaning over the top bunk to fist bump his friend on the floor.

“I’m leaving.” You hate seeing them laugh about the sitation, especially with how embarassed you are right now. You clearly weren’t thinking straight because the second you finshed buttoning your t-shirt back up, you slid out of bed and your legs wobbled and you almost fell over, causing Osamu to laugh even louder.

“I did that.” Atsumu smirks, enjoying seeing you barely able to walk cause of him.

“Fuck all of you.” You mutter, grabbing your jacket from the door as practically limping out the room. Atsumu slides out of his bed, almost knocking Suna’s head off with his knee and ignores his protests to see you out of the house.

The second he leaves his bedroom, he’s pinning you against the hallway wall. You look up at him, wondering what he wants when he leans forward to kiss you again. You drop your jacket to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“You know,” he began to say between kisses, “I’m glad I kissed ya earlier .”

You hum into his mouth, fingers finding refuge in his undercut, gently tugging at the hairs. “Me too.” You bite at his bottom lip, laughing to yourself when he lifts you up, fingers wrapping around your thighs to hold you against the wall.

He couldn’t stop kissing you, too addicted with your scent, your taste, your soft lips. He loved the feeling of your nails raking against his scalp, the cute noises you make as you angle your head perfectly into the kiss, enjoying how your noses brush together in the process of switching angles.

You slowly twirled your tongue around his, saliva dropping down to his bottom lip before pushing it back into his mouth.

It was messy.

Messy and needy but you both didn’t care.

“You’re too sexy, y’know that?” Atsumu groans when you bite at his bottom lip, looking down at him seductively. “ Fuck , you’re making me wanna fuck you again.”

“I’m flattered—” You press one last kiss to his lips before you’re hopping down from the wall, bending down to pick up your jacket from the floor. “But my legs still hurt.”

“Damn, ’n I was barely even trying.”

He exclaims in protest when you shove at his chest playfully. “What was that for!?”

“Stop being cocky!”

“You clearly don’t know me as well as you think you do.” He grins when you roll your eyes and start to limp down the stairs, gripping onto the railings with extra force, like an elderly. “Need me to drive you home?”

“No, it’s fine. Go back and watch the movie.” You say once you reach the bottom of the stairs, grab your shoes from the front door and begin putting them on.

“That movie sucked, I’d rather walk ya.”

You know there’s no point trying to convince him so you allow him to walk you back home.

It’s silent for majority of the time and you begin to fear that you might’ve ruined your friendship with him—

“So rate my performance outta 10?” He says out of nowhere and you have half a mind to suffocate him with your jacket.

He still hasn’t changed.