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does anyone know about a fic where the inarizaki boys turn into babies for a day and you, the manager, have to take care of them?? It is one of the funniest things I’ve read but I cannot find it :,)))))) pls lmk if you guys know what I’m talking abt !!
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#atsumu x reader#osamu x reader#suna x reader#kita x reader#aran x reader#inarizaki x reader#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu fic#atsumu x you#osamu x you#suna x you#kita x you#aran x you#inarizaki x you
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can someone tell me Bokuto doesn’t give off Rogelio from Jane the Virgin vibes?? Idk they seem so similar to me
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its too well written omg
What They Don't Know
f!reader x hanamaki takahiro, fluff, language, a little suggestive, established relationship (650 word count)
۞ it's unspoken between you that you'll never let the world catch on to just how in love you two actually are.
(masterpost)
Everyone assumes…
…that you and Makki are a weird couple. It's not that you're a strange match, if anything you two are probably the only people in the world who could date the other functionally. But the two of you together well, you're a couple of weirdos.
...that neither of you take your relationship too seriously despite being together for a long time. You two constantly pick on and purposely annoy each other around company, as well as joke about breaking up and leaving one another for a sugar daddy/momma.
...that your sex life is insane and terrifying. For whatever reason you both think it's normal to talk openly about your bedroom escapades with just about anybody. Certainly doesn't help that you're always play fighting and calling each other strange and questionable nicknames.
...that you two aren't the sentimental and mushy types. Your social media feeds are nothing but pictures of you two trying to embarrass each other with pranks and ugly pictures of one another mid sneeze or drooling during a nap. The "nicest" public picture of you two is of you shotgunning beers at his older sister's wedding. You both act like you would rather die than take posed couple's pics.
...that you're more attached than he is. You're always teasing him with PDA and affection. He likes to act like you're not funny or that your flirting and wiles have no effect on him just to watch you pout.
...that you two are a more free-spirited couple and will probably never actually settle down for a traditional domestic life. He's always saying dogs are better than kids and that weddings are a financial waste. You're always going off about the diamond industry scam and that your dream wedding has an Elvis impersonator officiating in a Las Vegas drive-thru.
Nobody knows…
...that when alone, you're love, sweetness, and beautiful while he's sweet boy, love of my life, and my baby.
...that he loves letting you know that he's so proud of you. He'll wrap you up in his arms and kiss your face and wipe your tears if you get overwhelmed by his words of affirmation.
...that you didn't believe you were cut out for love until you gave him a chance. Lots of short failed relationships before, but something just clicked and you both were willing to work for one another, even though it never feels like work at all.
...that you've lost count of the times he's left your shared apartment for work or an interview, only to turn right around and come back because he forgot to give you a kiss.
...that in bed he's always telling you 'you're so gorgeous' and 'I love you so fucking much' as he cradles your face in his hand, thumb brushing your cheekbone so sweetly with his forehead against yours while you rock together.
...that he falls asleep most nights holding your hand, sometimes even pulling and holding it over his heart. Your hands will get sweaty, but he unconsciously squeezes tighter if you try to slip away.
...that you wake up earlier than him most mornings and find yourself tearing up at how beautiful he looks with his strawberry locks and lashes resting against his skin.
…that sometimes he'll hug you from behind, hands at your middle while his fingertips roam the surface of your belly, whispering that he wants a baby with you so badly.
You're completely unaware…
...that he keeps a polaroid of you in his wallet and smiles like dork whenever he sees it. You're wearing white sundress that has him daydreaming about you as a summer bride.
...that he's had a ring hidden away for some time now, just waiting for the day he feels worthy.
He doesn't know…
...that he always has been, and that you're waiting for the day he believes it.
...that you have a box of love letters and poems and songs you've written over the years that's all just been practice for your vows.
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This was so well written and wholesome. Omg I’m in love this fic 🥰 the ending tied it all perfectly together ( ◠‿◠ )
five in the morning
Pairing: iwaizumi x gn!reader
Summary: After a call at five in the morning from a frantic Sakusa, Iwaizumi learns just how amazing the MSBY trainer really is.
Word Count: 1909
a/n: this was intended to just be a short study on sakusa having EDS and how iwaizumi handles it during the olympics, but i just… idk, i just wanted iwaizumi to simp for a reader since everyone simps for him. so if the pacing seems weird, that’s why. might make it into a short series, idk yet, we’ll see
Five in the morning. That’s when the call came in, sobs and broken gasps for air meeting Iwaizuimi’s ear as he sat up in his bed, barely functioning. A completely broken down Sakusa Kiyoomi, whose knee had dislocated from his EDS. Five thirty in the morning, he found himself jogging to the olympian’s single person apartment, sweats and hoodie hastily thrown on, not even properly warming himself up as he jogged down the sidewalk, bag of assorted pain relievers on hand. He’ll pay for that later, he knew, but for now, he had bigger concerns on his mind.
The trainer had been briefed on Sakusa’s condition, spending an entire week meeting with the athlete’s physical therapists, doctors, family, friends, anyone to learn everything he could. In fact, he practically had his medical history memorized before he officially met the guy. And yet, when the trainer first got the call, found his stomach churning when he heard Sakusa’s choked sobs of pain, his pleas for help. God, he was so naive, believing that the athlete would be fine, with all the conditioning and training he did. EDS was a lifelong chronic condition. Just because he did everything in his power to maintain it, didn’t mean it wasn’t still an issue. You’ve still got a ways to go, Hajime, he thought to himself, looking down to check the address once more.
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Matsukawa Issei relationship headcannons
- tried to make them as gn and inclusive as possible sorry if I slip up
this man loves flirting and making you flustered, I think he’s more comfortable when you guys are friends/talking but in a relationship he would be too scared to be as bold
definitely gets flustered when you return the same energy, he can’t do it he just needs a moment to breathe
the king of putting you on his Instagram story, and it’s always the best picked songs
but be scared on your birthday because on his private he goes all out with slip ups of you makki will indefinitely bully you for them
on the topic of birthdays he’s not really a big fan, but if you like to celebrate he will make sure you have the best time
I think he’s a more sentimental gift giver, like he gives gifts with meaning and connection and they always come out of nowhere just be he feels like appreciating you - although you might get a very questionable package in your locker once in a while
he can’t cook, I’m sorry but he doesn’t know his way around a kitchen, definitely burnt pasta once
he also can’t dance so be prepared for the wedding (if you want to get married)
on a good note he can sing, his voice is perfect for him, not too low or high and the perfect amount of raspiness to make your heart melt
I like to think his love languages are: quality time and physical touch but he likes receiving quality time and words of affirmation. he just loves spending time with you and being near you, it makes him feel comfortable.
he loves reassurance (hence the words of affirmation) he just needs to feel as though he’s doing well
he’s a huge horror film fan I just know it, he loves all the gore but the second you sit him down to watch he true crime documentary he’s pissing his pants
he’s good with his words, smooth af, he knows what to say at the right time and it’s always perfect
he said “I love you” first but it wasn’t romantic at all he said it when it felt right and that just happened to be after you let out a large sneeze/fart combo while talking
he’s very good at comforting, definitely is because he has younger siblings, but whenever you feel down he knows how to comfort you ahhhh I want him to be alive
very observant, he knows exactly when something changes or when your not feeling your best
orders for you at restaurants and definitely is the type to return the whole meal if they make one mistake I’m on one knee
DEEP SLEEPER, he doesn’t care if the kitchen is on fire this man isn’t budging, so waking up in the morning is hell
omg morning voice hot hot hot hot so very hot
and is very clingy in the mornings
he’s a pet name man (I personally hate them) he will call you every sappy name in the book and especially around other people just to make you extra blushy
big hands. do whatever you want with that information ;)
his camera roll is just you, little things that he thinks you would like, moments where the sun hit your skin just right, you smiling, you doing your hw, anything and everything he can’t get enough
the hand on the back when guiding you head empty just mattsuns hands
back hugs, getting them giving them he loves it, it makes him feel as though he can trust you and you trust him, kinda like “I’ve your back!”
overprotective but not in a creepy way, he’s the “wear it, I can fight” type, but if you sees you showing a bit too much he will not be afraid to say something - in a nice way
he’s just perfect 😩
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I think this might become a matsukawa fan page because I feel so comfortable writing him, he just makes the most sense
anyways what do you think for my first headcannons, any feedback is appreciated although I’m not the greatest with criticism :)
reposts are very much appreciated !
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This is adorable omg - literally so cute 🥰
haikyuu men and your relationship aesthetic
haikyuu x reader
↳sakusa, suna, atsumu, oikawa, bokuto
warnings: none, (1) make out session
sakusa→
all black attire, large, crème chiseled pillars, gucci and prada, the image of him without his jacket on, his black turtleneck and pants the only thing keeping him warm as his head turns to take a glimpse of you, swaddled in his oversized coat, the finest of fine, the elite of elite, the view looks great from up here, his hand in yours- metal rings creating friction between one another.
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can we get uhhh an atsumu as your boyfriend post if/when you get a moment??? 🥺 bc i'm sorry but i'm in love with him i don't mean to steal your man ains but 😩 he's perfection 😘👌🏻 and ugh what i wouldn't give to read about him being my boyfriend in your flawless writing style and characterization 💖
ATSUMU AS YOUR BOYFRIEND
a/n - my flawless writing style & characterisation?? >///< ✨💗 you don’t even know HOW QUICK I FLUNG THIS INTO MY DRAFTS, ADFAGAJA he is best boy *cracks knuckles* allow me to explain why <3 I GOT CARRIED AWAY
☾ ATSUMU lazy morning whines as he pulls you closer when he hears his alarm, sleepy kisses peppered over your face as your fingers comb through his messy bed head, feeling your heart melt as he nuzzles into your touch. always tossing you one of his hoodies each morning because he knows you get cold — having a space in his closet reserved for your favourites. refusing to start the day without your kisses. loopy, late night conversations when he’s a little sleep deprived as his head nuzzles into your hand, a silent plead to run your fingers through his hair. the teasing smirk on his face as he pulls you into his lap when you go to walk by. stubborn arguments but always finding a scribbled “‘m sorry” on the back of a napkin as it’s shoved under the bedroom door, signed off with a wobbly heart. playful fights over the leftovers in the fridge that usually end with you in his lap, his hands tangled in your hair and his tongue sliding against your own — only interrupted as he pulls away to tell you they’re still his as you end up play fighting instead. watching him clumsily use your skincare as he denies it while wearing a panda headband and face mask, always insisting you forgive him because he’ll pamper you after. a giddy cheer when his eyes finally meet yours again after practice as he returns home, his arms wide and a bright grin on his face “a missed ya.” chanted like a mantra as if he’d been away longer than a few hours. flopping down on top of you after a long day of practice, giggling when you whine about how sweaty he is, his cheek smooshed against your body as his eyes close.
☾ seeing him open his arm as soon as you enter a room in favour of you being placed under it. teary eyes and trembling lips when he tells you that you’re the one who makes his heart race with an “i love ya.” his dark roots growing in as he whines for you to dye them, his hands on your waist as he pulls you onto his lap, slapping his chest playfully as he peppers kisses to your jawline before pouting so he can finally get one on your lips. dark honey coloured eyes in the sun. seeing the smile on his lips when you his eyes catch yours from the court, gaze meeting yours after each point scored — this is for you. seeing the blush on his cheeks as your hands rest against them “i’m proud of you ‘tsumu” turning his eyes glassy because you taught him he was enough. competitive game nights with his brother as you giggle when they fight, your hand ghosting his as it holds an ice pack to his head after, giggling at his pout as he mumbles “we won that game babe, a was defendin’ yer honour.” begging osamu to teach him how to cook your favourite, an uncharacteristic shyness as he waits for you to try it — his gaze avoiding yours. his instagram full with photos of you, inserting you into every conversation he has because everyone should know how lucky he is. tongue sticking out as he groans, scratching his head as he sits cross legged trying to build furniture but refusing help “nuh ugh, i’m gonna get it baby am yer boyfriend ain’t a!?” pet names whispered into the crook of your neck as his arms circle your waist.
☾ smirking at the hickeys that litter your neck, leaving pecks on them every once and a while “just so they know yer all mine angel.” following you around the house like you’re attached at the hip, no hesitation as he follows you into the bathroom. seeing him deliberately flex after a shower as his towel hangs low, your loud laughter when he slips on the bedroom floor — having to carry his embarrassed figure to the bed. getting up to pee during the night but always going back to see him awake and waiting for you, his eyes a little sleepy but his arms find you immediately “a thought ya left ‘s all.” a dainty necklace with his initials on it, giggling when he leaves a kiss against it. lying on his lap as he examines plays the night before a game. facetime calls into early hours of the morning when he goes overseas, not mentioning the glassiness of his eyes through the screen as he turns the camera so you can watch the sunset together, as if he was home “a miss ya, the view would look better if ya were here.” your shared laughter as he chases you around the house, your fluffy socks on his feet as he slides on the floor, the sound making it feel more like home. knowing his ticklish spots as you end up being the one to chase him as he pleads for you to show him mercy. saying “kisses” with a pout. inside jokes and movie nights at home — matching pyjamas and favourite snacks that he always remembered, a soft smile on his face when you fall asleep on his shoulder before he carries you to bed. miya atsumu had always been home.
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LET’S GO DANCING IN THE DARK–––
↬ pairing. Miya Osamu/fem! Reader
↬ summary. When Osamu franchises his Onigiri Miya restaurants at the age of 24, he comes into a large sum of money- larger than he could possibly spend. He was a simple man with simple tastes after all. But when you, his former high school manager that he’s had a crush on forever admits that she needs money, Osamu proposes a solution you both end up gaining from. You could be his sugar baby.
↬ genres. friends to lovers, sugar baby au (sfw), rich! osamu, pining, one-sided love, fluff
↬ chapter: one
↬ wc. 1.6K
↬ masterlist.
↬ A/N. reblogs are highly appreciated <3
When you move in with him, everything about you screams timid, which is a far cry to how you’re normally around him. Osamu knows that you feel a little embarrassed that he’s seeing you at your lowest, but he doesn’t mind. He’s happy to be there for you when you need him. Still, you keep looking back at him for silent permission even as you do things like hang your mug on his mug tree or set your shoes next to his on his shoe rack.
He remembers spraining his wrist in high school and how you berated him for fifteen minutes while also applying the gentlest touch as you patched him up. Osamu wonders where the fire had gone, why there was only your softness in its wake? Or rather, this wasn’t even softness. You were timid, meek, shrunken in on yourself.
“Hey,” he says, laying a hand on your shoulder, “Ya don’t need to worry. I’m happy to have ya here.”
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monochrome (miya atsumu)
黑白 (宮 侑)
your life is like the black and white panels in a manga, until a certain someone dyed his vivid colours into yours
5190 words
past highschool, present post timeskip, nostalgic themes(?), tiny enemies to lovers trope, theme revolves around unconfessed love until years later
a reuploded request from an anon-then-now-my-friend! <3 not edited
Monochrome. Your life was like the black and white pages in a manga; dull and neutral. There was nothing special about you, for the most part, you were ordinary.
At some point, almost every girl would like a colourful romance. One with blooming roses, scintillating sparkles and handsome young men. Topped off with promises of abiding love and vibrant days filled with never ending mirth.
However, you never pursued it, nor did it find you, and that was alright. Besides, what was the point of heart throbbing ardour if it were all to come to an inevitable end?
With a few clicks, your computer was turned off. You began clearing your desk, sorting out your folders and files when your colleague spun around in their chair.
“Hey, (l/n)-san. Did you hear?” The mousey woman enquired. A small smile was etched across her makeup coated face as she continued. “There’s going to be a dinner function! It’ll be held in the fancy hotel across the building.”
Your coworker across your table stood up to peer pass the desk divider. She chimed in with avidity, “I’m soooo going tonight! I heard the other divisions has a ton of hotties. No way in hell I’m gonna turn down a chance to meet ‘em!”
“Geez, you’re always thinking about men...” The lady beside you sighed, before returning her gaze back to you. “So, wanna go together?”
You shook your head, “Count me out. I already have plans tonight.” As you got up and shifted your handbag, you smiled apologetically. “Let me know if anything interesting happens, though.”
“Oh, okay... See you tomorrow,” she bid you farewell, albeit disappointedly. You nodded and bid the duo the same.
When your back was turned to them, the lady across the divider whispered to the one beside you. You knew what they were prattling about: that you were plain and boring. Wordlessly, you left the room, your heels clacking against the tiles as you made your way to the elevator.
As the double digits on the digital screen changed to singular ones, you closed your eyes.
Truthfully, it would be a lie to say that your life was completely monochrome. It was once colourful, after all, despite being for a short period.
Those days had involved a boy named Miya Atsumu, and he was the one who had brought colour into your high school days.
It all began in a manga shop.
You were in your second year of high school then, and would frequent a manga shop on the way home. It was sandwiched between a decently sized Lawson and an antique shop, on a quieter side of town.
The shop was abundant with not only manga, but also multifarious classics and second hand books. With its reserved location, not many knew of its existence, thus it went unnoticed by hordes of rambunctious manga fanatics.
It was perfect for you; your little safe place. However, you didn’t know that it was also frequented by a particular faux blonde.
You had wandered in with a specific title in mind, looking forward to getting your hands on it the whole day. Meanwhile, the boy’s brain was so preoccupied with volleyball and upcoming matches that he didn’t notice you, in an identical school uniform, lingering in the same section.
And like a sick cliche, your fingers bumped into his.
Withdrawing your hand, you snuck a side glance, only to see a broad chest in your line of sight. You slowly tilted your head to meet his steely gaze. Flinching, you practically whipped around when you realised the boy was towering over you.
“Um, sorry...” You mumbled out whilst backing away.
Atsumu’s brows were scrunched together as he took in your form. He half expected you to latch onto him with your eyes, but you were looking away, at anywhere but him.
Maybe once you got a good look at him, you’d react like all the oestrogen in his life. Squealing his name, asking for his number, all thirsty for his attention.
However, all you did was stand awkwardly, without uttering a single word. The oddity took him aback slightly. Thus, he decided to play with you a bit.
The teen perked his brows slightly before pointing at the manga’s spine. “Don’t cha want this?” He gestured, making you nod. A cruel smirk sneaked up to his handsome face.
You thought he was going to pass it to you. Instead, he slipped it out of the shelf and sauntered away. He slapped a few notes onto the cashier’s counter, making the store owner jump at his boldness. The boy with the undercut swiftly shuffled towards the entrance, his book bag slung over his back with the manga dangling from his long fingers.
Gawking, you watched as the automatic sliding doors opened for him. You wanted to call him back, to demand him to return it to you. But you knew it was impossible. The manga wasn’t yours, after all.
The blonde cocked his back to catch a glimpse of you. Noticing your conflicted expression, a mischievous grin spread across his face. He stuck out his tongue at you, cackling as your eyes widened and your face flushed. Then he left as soon as he came.
Your entire body trembled with embarrassment and humiliation. What just happened...!?
To make your day worst, you later learnt that the manga was the last one in stock. The rest of your day was spent stabbing your food and antagonising your pillow.
The next day, you found him again in the manga shop, but with grey hair. You almost dropped your book bag as you stomped towards him, fuming and ready to pounce on him.
The ash grey haired teen glanced at you with a deadpanned expression as you stopped beside him, shaking with infuriation.
“How could you do that to me yesterday!? You took the last one! The! Last! One!” Your nostrils flared as you exhaled. “Now I have no wait an entire week– And why’s your hair grey now–!?”
Despite your confrontation, the boy remained unfazed as he cocked a dark brow. It took him a few seconds to realise. He glanced up at the ceiling then back at you.
“Sorry, I think you’re mistaken,” he began politely, maintaining a neutral expression. “But the person you’re talking about is probably my obnoxious twin.”
This encounter had ended with a deep bow and a deluge of apologies. Nodding, the more reserved twin gave you a cold ‘ok’ before ambling away.
Since then, you realised that there were two twins in your school: the Miya brothers. The asshole was Atsumu, and the quieter one was Osamu. Or at least, they had seemed that way to you, on account of your personal experiences.
You wondered how you had never noticed them until now, especially when they stood out during assemblies due to their dyed hair. Not to mention their questionable popularity with the girls.
Maybe Osamu was reasonable, but who in the right mind would fall for someone like that blonde jackass Atsumu!?
On one occasion, you were shuffling past the gymnasium for a nurse’s errand when you saw a glimpse of the volleyball club. Bright blonde hair swished past the doors, and you remembered your meeting with the haughty male.
“Nice kill!” A deep voice hollered, followed by the high pitched squeaks of shoes against polished floor. You peeked past the doors, eyes shining with curiosity, when the twins you had met suddenly jumped into the air.
Your eyes were set on Atsumu as he deftly set a volleyball for his brother, who spiked the ball without delay. Sweat glimmered down the faux blonde’s forehead, tracing his jawline before dripping onto the floor. The slap he gave Osamu’s hand reverberated in the gym as they shared matching grins.
Seeing them together really highlighted the fact that they were carbon copies of each other. Your train of thoughts were derailed when a member with dark hair and narrowed eyes pointed in your direction.
Atsumu glanced at you, his smile turned upside down whilst you jolted up. With confident strides, he was in your face in an instant. He gave you a once over before grimacing.
“Get lost.”
Then he slammed the door shut in your face. As you stood frozen in place, unable to register what had happened, Osamu pressed his lips together in a thin line.
“‘Tsumu, that’s no way to treat a lady.”
His golden haired twin simply snorted in response.
Your next encounter with Atsumu took place at the manga shop again. A fight had broken out between the two of you, both unwilling to relent. Gripping the limited edition copy tightly in your hand, you refused to budge.
There were extras, but you had arrived first before the haughty boy and both of you had touched the same copy. Consequently, warring with each other.
Both of you shared exasperated expressions, tugging and pulling desperately for the manga. Neither wanted to throw in the towel. Atsumu was much stronger than you, clearly, his biceps flexing as he clenched his teeth and tried to pry the book from you.
Meanwhile, your two feet were planted firmly in the ground, all your strength poured into rooting yourself into the tiles or risk falling backwards if he were to let go.
However, he would not in a long time.
“Let go, you brat!” He chided, grunting with exasperation. Tugging it back harshly, you almost stumbled.
Growling animalistically, you retorted, “Never!” Then you lunged forward to bite his hand.
The blonde released the manga with a yelp, shoving your face off his hand brutishly. You stumbled back in response, tripping and landing on your bum. A string of saliva dribbled down your lips as you stared up at him, grinning victoriously.
Atsumu glowered, holding his bitten fist with his other hand. A row of teeth had punctured his skin, and you realised there was a little blood. “What the hell is wrong with you!?”
As you stood up and brushed your school skirt, you adjusted your book bag and gripped the manga to your chest. Trembling with anger, you were giddy with pride and sheepishness.
“You slammed a door in my face, asshole!”
Then you rushed past him to pay for your purchase. Atsumu turned to watch you leave, your loafers tapping against the floor softly as you ran off. But when you hopped out of the outlet, you gave him a side glance and stuck out your tongue.
Atsumu recognised the gesture; he pointed a middle finger in return.
Days and weeks went by like that, with Atsumu and you contending against each other to buy the weekly Jump, the first copies of mangas or limited edition prints. It was childish, for two seventeen year olds to tousle with each other.
Atsumu would ruthlessly tug on your hair, screaming bloody murder of your existence and stubbornness. Meanwhile, you resorted to calling him all sorts of colourful words, which would result in the shop owner throwing the two of you out. There was even a time when you both were banned from stepping in until you made up.
It happened eventually, and the two of you would at least communicate with less insults and more civilly. Your peace treaty with him didn’t mean letting him snag first copies of new arrivals, though. But Atsumu and you settled it through more human means, instead of ripping out each other’s hair.
There was one moment in which Atsumu had made your heart beat a little faster, too. It had happened like this: you were found beside the school’s vending machine, crying because you had dropped your shoujo manga in a muddy puddle. It would never have happened if it weren’t for a group of girls that bumped into you on purpose.
Your emotional breakdown ended when Atsumu found you in that pitiful state, squatting by a murky ditch with a floating black and white book. He had stumbled upon you by coincidence, as he was buying a Pocari Sweat.
He recognised your (h/c) locks and your figure even from afar, and when he realised you were crying, he was stumped. Sure, you would cry when he tugged at your hair during fights, but for him to see your tear stained face outside arguments felt weird.
Atsumu remained silent, standing near you as you sniffled. You knew he was standing behind you, you could tell him from the hairdo in the shadow looming over you.
Instead of asking what had happened, his eyes scanned the scene and realised that a limited edition manga was floating in the dark brown puddle. Probably yours, he had thought. He connected the dots instantly. Atsumu may be childish at times, but he wasn’t an imbecile.
The blonde setter knew how much you loved your manga, how brightly you would beam whenever you got your hands on them. For you to ruin it must have felt like a heartbreak, or worse.
“Was that the one we bought two days ago?” He mumbled, and you nodded meekly.
With a soft sigh, he approached the vending machine. After slotting his coins in and pressing a button, a drink dropped to the bottom. He bent down to scoop it out, mumbling as he did so.
“You can borrow mine, if ya want.”
At that moment, your mind went blank. This immature boy was going to lend you his? It wouldn’t be such a big deal if this was anyone else, but this was Miya Atsumu you were talking about.
An insolent big shot who refused to let you win. Someone whose mental age degraded when he fumbled with words to support why he deserved to get the first copy. A selfish guy who never wanted to share.
You glanced up at the teen silently, tears still streaming down your face. He flinched as you croaked, “Miya-kun... Are you sick or something?”
“...Never mind. I think I’ll retract my offer!” He huffed, spinning on his heels as he shuffled away.
Scrambling to your feet, you blurted out, “W-Wait! I was joking, I swear!”
You chased after him, and although he couldn’t hear it, you wished Atsumu wouldn’t be able to hear your heart pounding in your chest.
Inevitably, the blonde twin and you grew closer. Sometimes, you would walk with him to school, though it was more like you were third wheeling with him and his brother. The two of them would converse about volleyball, homework, and even little things like bentos and nonsensical topics.
You grew used to their frivolous antics, and Osamu eventually opened up to you as well. The two of them even let you call them by their first names, especially since referring to both of them as ‘Miya’ was confusing.
Atsumu only learnt of your name when you both exchanged it, and when you told him he could call you by your first name, he chaffed you for the overfamiliarity.
There were days when the blonde and you would visit the manga store together. And in time to come, the teenager grew fond of your ebullient nature towards comics. He would poke fun of you for reading ‘unfeminine’ genres, such as horror and sci-fi. Whenever he found you peeking at boy love books, you never heard the end of it.
At the same time, you began to appreciate him, despite his snide remarks and snarky attitude. There were times when his jokes crossed the line you, making you pout and sometimes cry, but he would apologise through his actions, like gifting you the new arrival of your favourite manga.
It was almost impossible to get him to apologise, due to his pride, but he always made up with you in his own way. And for that, you were grateful.
As months passed and you both became close friends, Atsumu began hanging out with you during school hours. On one occasion, the both of you hid in the rooftop to eat lunch. Osamu wasn’t present due to a cold, so it was just the two of you.
Picking up an octopus shaped wiener, you gave it a half hearted glance before popping it into your mouth. Atsumu was rambling about morning practice, blathering on how pissed he was that his brother wasn’t around to spike his perfect sets.
Suddenly, without thinking, you interrupted. “You know, you’re not a bad guy, Atsumu.”
Your eyes were fixated on his when you blurted out. His cheeks were stuffed with rice as he turned to you, surprised. With a perked brow, he gawked at you like you had grown a second head.
“Wait, are you falling for me already, (y/n)?” His deep, buttery voice was muffled by the contents in his mouth.
You grinned and waggled your brows. “No way, your personality is like sewage water.”
With a giggle, you leaned in to take away the small grain lingering by his lips. Your soft knuckles brushed against the corners of his lips and he swore he had stopped breathing.
Atsumu’s cheeks were dusted pink at your kind yet intimate gesture. Nobody had done that to him before, and he was unsure of what to feel.
Taking notice of his sudden silence, you raised your brows. “Atsumu, are you okay?”
“Haaaah–?! What are you talking about, I’m perfectly fine!” He scrunched his brows together, wrinkling his nose in disgust. Then he turned away, his back facing you as he scarfed down the remains of his lunch.
You tilted your head, unsure of what had happened, but resumed eating too. Truthfully, he was a little abashed. Ever since then, his heart would beat a little faster for you too.
Atsumu’s presence in your previously dull life meant new found colours. Days went by in a blur, with jokes, nonsense and memorable memories. He had snuck into your life when you least expected it, and so did you in his.
You began watching the volleyball team‘s matches. Sitting in the back row, you would cheer for Atsumu in your own special way: inwardly.
You didn’t understand much about the game, but you knew that your blonde friend loved it more than anything else, even his manga. So it must have meant something strongly to him, and as a friend, you had to support him.
The game was moving quickly, a bit too quickly for your taste. You didn’t comprehend what was happening, but at least Inarizaki was winning. The intimidating black screen beside the court flashed with a new digit, eliciting an eruption of cheers from the cheer squad.
“Isn’t he cute? He’s kinda dreamy,” a girl in front of you sighed to her friend, and you perked up instantly. Unconsciously, you began eavesdropping. “I wonder if Atsumu-kun has a girlfriend...”
“Are you kidding? Men that hot are either gay or taken!” Her peer bubbled with conceited giggles.
You wrinkled your nose at the insensitive response, but you mulled over her words. You had never seen Atsumu with a girl before. However, there were instances when you stumbled upon him during a confession. You would hide in a bush or behind a wall, listening curiously as the girl rambled on about how much she loved or admired him.
Without fail, his words would be laced with distaste while turning them down. Usually with harsh responses like ‘you don’t even know me’ or ‘I betcha say that to every guy’. He would even go as far as ripping a love letter to shreds.
They were total knock outs to the girls’ feelings. And as they ran away in tears, you couldn’t help but feel devastated for them. Atsumu sure was a prick at times.
“Him? Having a girlfriend? Never in a million years,” you mumbled under your breath.
Strangely, your chest had tightened a little with the thought.
The game finished shortly and the volleyball team gathered together to thank the watching spectators. Atsumu’s eyes bore holes into the black banner hung over the wall when suddenly, he glanced in your direction.
You flinched under his discerning gaze, stiffening nervously. He didn’t know that you were here until now.
His eyes narrowed a bit before a smirk settled on his sweat stained face. Your face burned, a little too hotly for your liking, and you looked down at your shoes to hide it. Why was he staring at you like that?
The girls in front of your row squealed that he was looking in their direction, but when they called out to him, he looked away. His cold attitude almost made you snigger.
Now that the match was over, you decided it was time to head home. You were ready to descend a flight of stairs when a familiar voice called your name. Spinning around, you came face to face with the handsome blonde, who was wearing a shit-eating grin.
“Didn’t know you came,” he breathed, arms akimbo as you cocked your head.
“Yeah, I wanted to cheer for Osamu.” You gave him a cheeky, lidded eye smile. An irk mark formed on his temple as he chopped your head with his hand.
The two of you went off after that: you teasing him on his missed serve and how his brother had to pick up his slack. Atsumu bared his fangs and fired empty threats and curses, all the while you pulled your bottom eyelid and blew a raspberry mockingly.
A dark haired teen in a jersey with the number ten stood idly by his teammates. Leaning on a railing, he hummed. “Who’s that, Osamu?”
The mentioned twin watched his brother and you with a softened expression. As the two of you fought like cats and dogs, he chuckled. “Someone who can stand Atsumu more than me.”
“Huh... If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they’re in love.”
The Inarizaki volleyball club watched as Atsumu pinched your cheeks and spread them ruthlessly, earning a high pitched whine from you. You resorted to clawing his face and Osamu had to put an end to both of your antics–
The voice on the intercom derailed your train of thought. Getting up, you stumbled out of the train in a daze.
You had unwittingly gone down memory lane, a bit too much. As your heels tapped against the concrete sidewalk, you glanced up at the dark sky twinkling with a streak of stars. Clouds rolled by leisurely, and waning luna peeked from her wispy blanket.
The rest of your high school had gone by in a blur, most of it involving Miya Atsumu. There was one time when you went to an anime and manga convention with him.
You smiled fondly at the distant memory: Atsumu was teary eyed as he shook hands with his favourite mangaka, who was a hunched over man. Out of respect for him, he knelt down, to be the same height, and took a photo with him in that state. You had never imagined a day would come when he would kowtow to someone.
Taking out your phone, you searched up for his social media and tapped on his Twitter account. There were posts after posts of his activity in the MSBY Black Jackals.
A silly selfie with a dog filter made you titter aloud. The comment section was overwhelmed with questions of his next match, his day, relationship status and the like.
Atsumu was an even bigger shot now. He also moved nearer to his volleyball team’s hometown, just to be able to practice longer hours there. He had left his hometown a while ago, and the both of you hadn’t contacted each other for years.
You once had his phone number, until a sneaky crow took off with your old mobile phone. No clue as to why that had happened.
Sighing at the thought, you stepped foot into your destination: a manga shop. The same one you had first met him. It never really changed; faded beige walls and oak wood shelves with blanched posters. Walking back in here only reminded you of how colourful your life had once been.
“Welcome back, (l/n)-san!” greeted the young boy behind the counter. He was the grandson of the shop owner, whose knees had deteriorated over the years.
You glanced in his direction. “How’s business been, kid?” He gave you an ‘ok’ sign and your expression softened. “Hope it’s okay if I take a bit. I finally found some time to shop.”
“Store’s closing in ten. Don’t take too long!” He waved back earnestly and you nodded.
Making your way past the familiar shelves, the clacking of your heels resounded in the almost empty store. Your hair bounced behind you as you tread past the sports manga section, past a tall, blonde.
You had failed to notice the old friend behind the mask. The blonde man glanced up the moment you passed, and his eyes widened in shock.
Without hesitation, you picked up the latest issue of Jump. It had been a while since you read manga, as everyday was swamped with work. Flipping through the black and white pages, your mind drifted to the reality in the panels.
You were oblivious to the male strutting towards you. As he approached, he took in your more adultly figure and attire. You were dressed in a white button up which clung to your chest, and a black pencil skirt that hugged your waist and hips.
You looked ravishing, to say the least, and Atsumu had to swallow the lump in his throat. There was no mistake, the beautiful woman in front of him was you.
He stopped behind you, hands jammed into his jean pockets before pulling down the white mask. The man with a dark cap atop his fluffy blonde locks peered past your smaller form to take in the manga in your hands. With a soft hum, he spoke up.
“Something’s never change, huh?”
You jolted up in surprise and whipped around, only to come face to face with an intimidatingly tall man. He was almost 190cm, perhaps, and was built with muscles that even his clothes couldn’t hide. His broad chest was in your face, and you had to tilt your head back to meet him in the eye.
With a lopsided grin, the man took off his cap. His tousled blonde locks sprang out of their cage, and your eyes widened in recognition while he smirked, “Sup, (y/n). How are ya?”
“Atsumu?!” You gasped, the Jump going slack in your hands as you dropped it. It flopped onto a pile of similar copies whilst said blonde placed a finger over his lips.
“Shh, I’m here on my day off!” He teasingly hushed, and you instantly clamped a hand over your mouth to silence your confused screaming.
Was this for real? How could the boy, who had painted your monochrome life full of colour, be standing right in front of you? Right now and right here?
Your eyes flitted from the pooling chocolate brown in his eyes to his larger stature. Raking his figure with your wide eyes, you came to a conclusion: Atsumu had changed.
You knew that he was more built from his self-centred topless selfies, but seeing him upclose was a whole different experience. He has grown taller too, though he had always loomed over you either way, but it was still a little frightening how much he could grow even after puberty. Meanwhile, his undercut was relatively the same, except his bangs were not pushed back, unlike before when they were swept to the right.
The only thing that had remained unchanged was the playful glint in his orbs and the smug smile tugging on his lips.
“I...Is it really you, ‘Tsumu?” You murmured, albeit teary eyes as you removed your hand from your mouth.
Running his fingers through his golden mane, he chuckled, “Do ya know anyone with these good looks?”
Your eyes narrowed playfully and you pinched his cheeks. Huffing, you told him off, “Stop trying to be so suave, weirdo!”
“Geh– But seriously, I thought you died or something! Ya never responded to my texts,” He spluttered out as you pulled his cheeks harder, and he managed to add, “But lucky me, you’re still kickin’!”
“Wait, you what?” Your lashes fluttered in confusion. You hadn’t gotten a word he had said since the beginning.
“I tried contacting you once in a while, but you never replied.” He blinked, and you looked down at the ground, suddenly embarrassed.
“Ah... My phone was stolen by a crow. And I lost your number...”
“Wait, for real? That sounds like something straight outta a manga!” He chortled as a sheepish smile snuck on your flushed face.
When Atsumu had calmed down, he placed his hands over yours, detaching them from his cheeks. Holding your hands gently, he wore a mask of calm. You were a bit confused by his sudden, gentle gesture. You gave him a questioning look, although your heart was starting to pound uncontrollably behind your ribs.
Squeezing your hand lightly, he began quietly. “(y/n), I know it’s been a long time and all... But I never forgot the times we had together. And, well, I know it’s kinda late, but I liked you.”
A blush crept up on both of your faces as he continued clumsily. “I kinda still do, so, well... If you’d like, we should–“
“Shop’s closing!” Atsumu and you jumped up in surprise. The boy was standing at the end of the section, a look of genuine surprise on his baby face. Glowering, the blonde barked fiercely.
“You ruined it, ya moron!”
The teen flinched before scuttling away. You burst into giggles as the upset athlete scowled. Whipping his head back to you, he scrunched his brows together, exasperated.
“What’s so funny?” He enquired, still wearing a frown.
Breathing shakily, you wiped away a tear in your eye. “You never really changed, Atsumu!” With a lidded eye smile, you grinned at him innocently, heart swelling with nostalgia.
His glare softened at your expression. Shooting a quick glance at the returned boy, who was peeking from the shelves anxiously, he clicked his tongue.
“Let’s ditch this place,” he grunted, taking your hand in his again as he dragged you out of the shop. You stumbled but eventually matched his pace.
With an apologetic glance at the young boy standing in the shop, you turned back to Atsumu. “Still as mean and pushy as always, aren’t cha?”
The faux blonde gave you a side glance, still pulling you along. Eye rolling, he slapped back on his cap and looked ahead, “Shut up.”
Neither Atsumu nor you couldn’t deny that both of your hearts were pounding. The two of you ended up taking a long stroll in your hometown, catching up on the pass few years and more. The night also had ended on a high note.
Once again, Miya Atsumu’s vibrant colours had seeped back into the monochrome panels of your life. Perhaps, this time, a romance would bloom between the two of you.
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Atsumu x Reader - Series Masterlist
Premise: in which an accidental run-in with pro volleyball player, Atsumu Miya, at a 7/11 leads to a strangers-to-lovers situation… but the catch is, you have no idea that he’s famous.
(slow burn, angst, fluff)
The Lineup:
↳ pt. 1
↳ pt. 2
↳ pt. 3
↳ pt. 4
↳ pt. 5
↳ pt. 6
↳ pt. 7 (coming soon)
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[2:19 pm]
suna doesn’t like seeing you with atsumu.
sure, he knows you’re childhood friends, but he thinks that he should be able to spend a little more time with you considering it’s his birthday, as selfish as that sounds.
he can’t help but snort when he sees atsumu smash his slice of cake into your face, letting out a soft chuckle when he sees you flick atsumu’s forehead in response. suna’s smile falls however, when the setter leans forward and licks the frosting off your cheek, causing you to giggle as you look up at him with bright eyes.
across the room, atsumu noticed suna’s intense stare, slinging an arm across your shoulders and sending the middle blocker a blinding smile before leaning down to whisper into your ear.
“he’s looking at you,” the blonde says, shaking you slightly before pushing you away from him. “go give him his big birthday smooch!”
you can feel your cheeks heating up at atsumu’s words, but you listen to him anyways, making your way across the room and coming to a stop in front of suna.
“happy birthday, rin!” you say, reaching up to poke his cheek. the corners of his lips twitch, and he finds that he can’t stop the smile from breaking out across his face when you break out into a large grin, your eyes crinkling shut in the process. he can see you holding something behind your back but he thinks that seeing you smile is the best present he could ever get.
he follows you when you tilt your head, stepping out onto the balcony of atsumu’s apartment which he had oh so generously offered up for suna’s birthday party. he can’t help but feel smug at the fact that he’s finally alone with you.
“here!” you proclaim, holding out a small bag. he takes it from you cautiously, carefully moving the decorative paper around in order to reach in and take our the present. it’s a sweater, similar to one that he remembers you taking from him back in high school. “to replace the one i stole. you’re never getting that one back, it’s way too comfortable.”
suna looks at your clothes, realizing that the sweater you’re currently wearing the aforementioned stolen one. he laughs softly, leaning over to brush his lips against your cheek.
“thanks,” he murmurs, waiting for your reaction. he’s flirted with you, sure, but he’s never been so forward with his advances. and so he waits, to see if you really feel the same way about him as he does about you. when he sees your sparkling eyes and dazed smile, he knows you do.
you lean up, brushing his cheeks with your fingertips as you pause, waiting for him to say or do something. it’s only when he gives you a soft nod that you lean in, pressing your lips against his fully and losing your breath as you finally figure out what it’s like to kiss suna rintarou.
the two of you only pull away when you hear a knock on the glass door that leads to the balcony, turning to see an excited atsumu waving and laughing after catching the two of you in the act. osamu simply smacks his twin, dragging him away but not before shooting the two of you a sly wink. you simply giggle as the twins disappear from view, your heart thumping loudly as suna reaches over and lazily intertwines his fingers with yours.
you turn back to face him, seeing a playful spark in his eyes as he leans in to capture your lips in another soft kiss before wrapping his other arm around your waist.
“happy birthday to me,” suna says, squeezing your hand as you shake your head in amusement at his words. “and i appreciate the present, but i will get that sweater back eventually.”
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Bokuto Cheering up his Crush!
Request: Could you write a Bokuto imagine where his crush is in a bad mood and her friends decide to cheer her up by getting Bokuto to talk to her since the two of them light up around each other since they like each other?
Bokuto is actually the love of my life. So, ofc I will write this :) And this will be fem! pronouns for anyone abt to read! I am terrible at keeping a fic in the same tense even though English is literally my first language LMAO. Also this is SO OVERDUE but I just started back at school and it has been ROUGH but here you guys go! I promise I am not ignoring you guys’ messages :)
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could i request cuddling headcanons for akaashi, iwaizumi, semi, kuroo, and lev? thank you! 💖
Yes yes yes omg I love cuddles uwu (cuddles HCs for some other boys are here if you’re interested :3)
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AKAASHI
When Keiji is cuddling you, he’s normally also playing with your fingers or your hair. He’s a bit of a fidgeter and it’s something that helps him to relax and unwind. His fingers are really gentle and every so often he’ll lift your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it or your palm, or he’ll press a kiss to the crown of your head.
He loves it when you tuck your head into the crook of his neck and tangle your legs together. When you nuzzle into him, it just makes him feel all warm inside, and he’ll gladly snuggle even closer (if that’s possible) and fall asleep just like that - it’s your number one cuddling position for falling asleep.
He’s always got a hand resting somewhere on your bare skin, whether it’s your hip or the small of your back or your stomach or your thigh, it just makes him feel even closer to you.
IWAIZUMI
Hajime loves wrapping his arms around you and holding you close to his chest. He’s buff and also somehow always pleasantly warm (like, even in summer he’s warm but it’s just nice) and when you lay your head on his chest, he can’t help but rest his lips on the top of your head and just enjoy your scent and the feel of you so close to him.
You almost always end up in his lap or between his legs when you’re watching something, and his arms are just kind of loosely resting around your middle. Leaning back against his chest is just one of the most comfortable things ever. He makes you feel so warm and safe, and every so often his nose will brush the crook of your neck or he’ll press a soft kiss there.
The way you sleep is almost always the “traditional” big spoon scenario where he pulls you close against him and wraps his arm around your middle.
SEMI
When he’s cuddling you, he’s almost always tracing his fingers across your skin, and he’s not always even necessarily aware that he does it. It’s just feather-light touches up your arm or down your back, and it’s quite soothing.
He likes to lay with you nose to nose, with your bodies pressed close together. He likes to be able to see your face, and sometimes he’ll just trace your features gently with his fingertips. Sometimes he’ll tangle your legs together, or bury his face in your chest, depending on the kind of day he’s having.
To him, there’s nothing better than listening to your heartbeat with his head resting on your chest and your fingers gently brushing through his hair.
KUROO
A lot of the time, Testu will pull you onto his lap. He likes to wrap his arms tight around your middle and rest his chin on your shoulder, just loving the way that you feel in his arms and against his chest. Somehow he always knows when you’ve had a bad day, and he holds on extra tight.
Sometimes he’ll lay down right on top of you. He arranges his body perfectly so that your legs are slotted together and his weight isn’t completely pressing down on you. It starts out because he’s trying to be annoying, but it’s actually kind of nice, like he’s your own personal weighted blanket. He takes advantage of this opportunity to pepper your face with kisses until you’re giggling.
When you’re cuddling, he almost always finds your hand and laces your fingers together. No matter what, it’s a point of connection that makes him feel grounded and close to you.
LEV
Boi is TOL but one of his favorite things is to be the little spoon. He’ll curl up with his knees drawn all the way to his chin, and he lets out a big happy sigh the moment your arms wrap around him. He’ll lace his fingers with yours and stay that way for hours.
Of course, he’ll gladly be the big spoon and make sure you’re completely wrapped up in his limbs so there’s no chance of escape, so that he can nuzzle his face into your hair and just enjoy the way you feel, curled up tight against him. He just loves holding you close.
The conversation swings from him excitedly telling you a story from his day while you lay your head on his chest, to him falling surprisingly quiet so he can bury his face in your hair.
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okay I just saw your head canons for itty bitty titties with suna and atsumu but what abt suna, atsumu, tendō and Bokuto (if u can but if you just want to do suna and Tsumu that’s ok 😚) w a s/o who has like DD cups? I’m lowkey embarrassed to wear tight shirts bc I feel like everyone looks at me ☹️ (Ik they aren’t too big but I feel like everyone stares at me all the time 😞)
hc: atsumu, suna, and bokuto with a big chested s/o
tags: nsfw, reader has big boobies
notes: baby 🥺 i’m so sorry to hear that you’re embarrassed by that, but your feelings are completely valid!! though i personally don’t have that issue i can tell you that you’re beautiful no matter what and if people stare then that just shows their character, not yours. your body ≠ your personality. i hope i did you both justice with these, so if not just reach out and lemme know! ❥
» ma’am you would make this man SO happy
» not that your chest is all he’d value about you, ofc, he’ll be the most attracted to your personality and ability to laugh at his dumb jokes when no one else will, THAT’S the first thing he notices ab you
» you just... appeal to his horny side incredibly well
» he never comments on them though. drinks his respect women juice and doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, ever
» until you express how insecure you are about your titties and he’s BAFFLED
» bc in his man brain he’s like ?? how could you NOT be confident with boobs as perfect as yours ??
» but eventually he understands that you think they’re a bit on the bigger side, it’s just he genuinely thinks it’s just more for him to handle/love so why worry ab what other people think?
» when it gets especially hard he never fails to tuck your head under his chin with a hand massaging between your shoulder blades, comforting you with both his touch and his words
» “I think yer beautiful, Y/N. No matter what.”
» WILL fight anyone who stares at your chest
» yk that tiktok with the guy barking at anyone who tries to take his girl friend’s drink from him? that’s atsumu but w dudes who ogle at your chest
» he knows you feel objectified from it and ain’t no one makin’ his baby feel bad
» like the small titty gang, he’ll praise them in the bedroom to no end, like will have his hands on them constantly and loves the way they look when the flesh pokes out between his digits
» even though he understands the necessity of a bra (uh back pain), he always loves the few times you do let the girls free, especially if you’re in one of his shirts/jerseys - like, he WILL jump your bones
» but yea, over all, atsumu’s an understanding dork of a boyfriend who never fails to make you feel comfortable in your own skin, regardless of chest size
» much like the small chested hc, he couldn’t care less what size your titties are
» but does he find them attractive? absolutely, much like the rest of you
» probably isn’t as in tune with your emotions as atsumu or bokuto are so you’ll definitely have to tell him you aren’t feeling yourself, he might pick up on it eventually but it’ll be much later
» just wants you to be open about it so he can help his girl asap
» he’ll probably wrap his arms around you from behind and bury his face into the crook of your neck so he can whisper all the things you need to hear, for your ears only
» “C’mon, Y/N, you’re gorgeous... don’t let something like that keep you from seeing what I see.”
» he understands how people’s stares make you feel bc he’s aware of how shitty most dudes treat women, so instead of barking like atsumu he’ll just stand around you or turn you away from whoever’s makin’ googly eyes at you
» doesn’t stop him from giving said perpetrator a heart-stopping death glare tho
» again, suna’s heavy with degradation in the bedroom, but will never aim it at your insecurities, instead he’ll save those comments for praising you
» and his favorite way of doing that is keeping his mouth latched onto each breast, leaving love bites n’ bruises between each swirl of his tongue around your nipples
» suna doesn’t really care what you wear because, hello, you look hot asf in everything BUT he would kill a man to see you in a crop top whenever possible tasteful underboob
» overall, very supportive boyfriend, you just gotta tell him when you’re feeling less confident so he can fulfill his good boyfie duties of reminding you he loves you no matter how big ya titties are
» this boy is SO PRECIOUS
» will make you feel like a queen the second you express even the slightest insecurity about your chest size
» much like atsumu he’ll be confused because in his eyes, you’re a literal angel who excels in perfection with beautiful tits, holy shit
» but he knows what it’s like to be insecure! so you bet your sweet ass he’s going to go above and beyond to make you feel better, even if you don’t outwardly express you’re upset
» will fold you up into a little ball and just hold you in his lap, caging you with his arms and legs, kissing your hair, forehead, cheeks, nose, etc.
» and will be gushing with praises in between each little peck, i mean he is spewing straight honey from his mouth the whole time
» “Baby, you’re so perfect, how could you even say that? I think you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, Y/N, and I love you so, so, so much.”
» you might have a few cavities from how fuckin sweet this man is
» very much like atsumu, he will attempt to confront anyone who’s blatantly staring at you and your chest, very much like a feral dog BUT will stop the minute you tell him not to
» then proceeds to shield you like suna, but doesn’t even give the asshole the time of day because his baby is more important :)
» bo is a soft daddy dom and is heavy on the praise, so expect lots of comments about how perfectly your tits bounce while riding his cock or how beautiful they look covered in his cum
» he loves smushing his face between your breasts, pls suffocate him with them i’m so sorry
» as loving and soft as he is with you outside of the bedroom, if you wear anything that shows even the slightest bit of cleavage he WILL go nuts, so, do with that what you will
» bokuto just loves you for you, he values your heart before your body so as long as you keep loving this lil’ airhead back, you’ll be just fine
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okay i haven’t talked about the color spread and i just need to so
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okay first, bokuto & iwa, wow. goshiki is starstruck and tsukki is regretting his life decisions we love that
THEN oikawa and akaashi having an intellectual conversation, and semi looking fine as always
whatever the fuck is going on here. shirabu and kunimi are the same spirit. kita and ushijima are being good captains pretending like they have no idea what’s happening
i call this stonermemesquad.png no one is surprised they get along tbh that’s the lunch table i’m sitting at idk about you. that’s at least four of my favs
johzenji are the refs. who let this happen
just qtees bein qtees
blocker envy ™
kenma!! receiving!!!
libero support squad akagi ilysm
fukurodani managers bein babes
and finally the coaches
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