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heavenlyakin · 7 months

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starboy - atsumu miya x fem!reader

wc: ~5.8k

cw: fem reader, on-page drug use, alcohol consumption, the reader has red hair and hazel eyes (sorry, not sorry), reader blushes, and a little angst towards the end.

a/n: 18+ only please. I use “--” to switch POVs in this fic and “ – – –” is a time skip. I really hope you like this silly little AU! It’s giving Wattpad kid grows up and uses Tumblr and AO3 now. Sorry there’s no smut in this, but I might write a part 2 (please don’t ask for one because that’ll kill my vibes). If you’re interested in the playlist mentioned that they listen to, I’ll be happy to link it!

Part 2

—

Every crowd is the same, but somehow different in a multitude of ways. It’s a dichotomy that Atsumu hasn’t quite figured out yet. After years of touring and performing he thought he knew about everything about entertaining a crowd and getting them riled up. He’d sold out more than enough shows to back this idea up.

However, on night two of touring his third studio album, he notices you in the crowd. The glitter on your eyes falling to your cheeks reflects the stage lighting and draws him to your eyes. That’s when he notices your red hair, the burgundy red is a sight to see. He winks like he would to anyone else, but something in him yearns to walk back down the catwalk to you again. He resists, knowing he needs to keep doing his job.

But, he does look for you the next night.

He’s glad to see you’re back. He’s noticed fans going to multiple shows before and has invited them to the after-parties for being so loyal, so he thinks he wants to extend the offer. The other girls that seem to stick around are nice enough, and the band never seems to mind. When he’s changing between the third and fourth song of the night, he tells his manager to send someone out to see if you want to join them after the show.

He’s happy to hear back after the show that you accepted.

Outside the city limits, the rented house is big enough for hundreds of people to move around freely, but Atsumu got over massive parties after his first tour. The glamor of the drinking, drugs, and even the people he thought he loved being around seemed to lose their shine. With only about 30 people here now, he’s much more comfortable in this space.

From his seat on the velvet couch with his brother, he notices you come in; walking through the door in the same outfit you’d worn to his show tonight. The glittery lavender tube top is something to see, but his eyes linger on your legs, covered in iridescent shimmering tights under white shorts. Your smile and wave to another girl across the room makes him look away.

“How many more nights are we staying in LA?” Osamu asks his brother, taking a rip from the bong after. The smoke floats above the brothers, whirling in the colorful lavender lighting.

“Two more, then the tour really kicks off in the States.” He tells him, taking the bong from him and taking a hit.

He coughs after the smoke leaves his body and Osamu laughs at him. Atsumu has tried plenty, but he’s no longer used to the feeling. He takes a sip of water, leaning back on the couch and stretching his legs out on the table, careful to avoid Osamu’s stash.

“I think this will be better than even last time,” he tells him. “I’m glad you decided to come with me.”

Osamu shrugs, “I needed a break from the restaurant.”

He’s not staying the whole tour with Atsumu, just the first leg of the U.S. tour, and then flying back home during the busy season at the restaurant. Osamu has been at his brother’s side since his early days trying to get a studio just to listen to one of his tracks, and now he’s watched him grow into one of the biggest Jpop stars in the world. He’d never tell him, but he’s proud.

How Atsumu gained his fame is quite the story, hard to believe really. Who would have thought that a little karaoke fun would have led to all this? It still shocks Atsumu to this day. Every night he wonders when the crowds will lessen, when the tickets will stop selling out, and when this dream will all be over.

“Can we join you?” Your unfamiliar voice sounds like a song Atsumu wants to write, but he shakes it off.

He’s slept with fans, had his fill, and he’s too old for this now. Nothing is exciting about someone who would do anything for you just because they are obsessed with you, not because they know you… the real you.

It’s just the excitement for the new tour that’s getting to him.

“Of course,” Osamu answers before Atsumu can tell you and your friend to sit.

Atsumu ignores the irritation that washes over him as you sit beside Osamu, your thighs touching. He ignores the way Osamu smiles and drapes his arm over your shoulder. He ignores the sting in his chest that’s unlike anything he’s felt before.

He looks away as your friend sits on the couch beside him.

–

Your friend starts talking to him and you notice Atsumu engages her in a friendly manner, but he’s reserved. Something you hadn’t expected. His brother, on the other hand, isn’t shy. The way Osamu’s thumb rubs circles onto your soft skin is enough to drive you wild. However, you don’t want to be that girl.

“Do you always tour with your brother?” You ask, making conversation. You know he doesn’t, but that won’t stop you from playing the part.

“No, I’ve never joined him before,” Osamu tells you and you look past him to Atsumu, he’s engaged in conversation with the girl you met tonight.

Honestly, tonight feels like a fanfiction you read when you were younger, getting to meet the band after the show and potentially fucking the lead or another member. The lead singer’s brother isn’t exactly who you imagined this playing out with, but you’re old enough now to know life is rarely like it is in stories… even if you did get invited to your favorite artist’s after-party. Despite the girl flinging herself towards Atsumu, after telling you that you couldn’t, you’re not going to let this ruin a good time.

However, when you look over at her and Atsumu, it seems like he’s more interested in the bottle of water between his hands than the girl on his right. Serves her right for being a bitch about you wanting to talk to him.

“Have you always been a fan?” Osamu asks you, and you realize you were probably spacing out.

“Oh, yeah. For the last few years anyway after his debut album.” You answer and he nods. This conversation is going nowhere. “Do you want a drink?” You ask him, seeing that his cup is empty.

He smiles and nods. “Come with me to refill it.”

–

Atsumu watches as you leave with his brother, disappearing into another room obscured from his view. He couldn’t hear what you were talking about with Osamu, thanks to the girl beside him rambling on about a festival she saw him at a few years ago. He can’t find it in him to care whatever she's saying about it.

Where is Osamu taking you? His irritation is present on his face, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed as if he can see through the walls.

“Are you listening to me?” The girl, whose name he’s sure she told him, asks him.

“Not really,” he smiles to soften the blow. “Excuse me,” he gets up off the couch, leaving her behind without glancing back for her reaction.

He finds Osamu at the bar with you, wrapped up in conversation and mixing a drink that you take a sip of as he approaches.

“Can I talk to you?” Atsumu asks his brother.

Osamu looks surprised but nods. “I’ll be back in a moment, doll.”

“Not her,” Atsumu tells him, his voice barely containing the blinding feelings he’s experiencing all at once. “Not tonight.”

“Calling dibs?” He smirks, a laugh falling from his lips. “Fine, fine,” he shrugs after seeing the look of irritation on his twin’s face. “I’ll go talk to the blonde you were ignoring then,” he says and leaves the room.

Atsumu watches as Osamu goes to the living room of the rented house. The girl’s face lights up when he speaks to her. She drops her phone on the couch beside her and gives him the attention she wasn’t receiving. He turns back and sees you, sipping from a red solo cup and looking defeated.

“Why so sad?” He asks, leaning on the bar and flashing his winning smile. Your eyes light up and he sees they’re hazel.

You shrug, “I’m not. Just bored.”

Bored… she’s bored?

–

Fuck, why did you say that to him? Atsumu Miya, the biggest star in Japan and maybe even the world right now… thinks you’re bored at his party.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you stutter your words, trying to change his confused look to one of more understanding. “I’m just, not used to this.”

He chuckles, standing up and shoving his hands into his pockets. “Oh, I get that.” He tells you. “I guess this is a lot for someone who hasn’t been to our tour before.”

“I’ve been to your other tours.” You fire back, brows furrowed.

“I’ve never seen you before tonight.” He grins, and you think he’s enjoying picking on you.

“I’ve never been able to afford front row before now. I’ve always been in the lower sections. I don’t think even your pretty eyes can see that far back.” You take a sip of the punch that has something in it, maybe vodka. You’re not well-versed in alcoholic beverages enough to differentiate between them.

“I see,” he says and looks up towards the ceiling, teetering back on his heels.

Something about this little movement takes you by surprise. It makes him… real? You knew he was a real person, of course, but something so casual never crossed your mind. That’s the thing with celebrity idolization, you lose their sense of humanity.

That’s weird, isn’t it? But… it’s true.

“You seem a little bored yourself,” you comment, setting your drink down on the bar, but keeping it in front of you. “Not enjoying your own party?”

He looks at you, something on his face you can’t quite read. “It’s just not the same as it used to be, ya know. It’s more of an obligation.”

“You shouldn’t live your life for others.” This time, he frowns at you.

–

Is she serious? The look on her face makes it seem so.

Atsumu laughs, running his hand through his hair, feeling the gel still in it from the show. “I don’t think that’s true with my profession.”

Everything about him is for others.

She shrugs, her red hair falling over her face. She brushes it away and tucks it behind her ear and he wishes he’d done it for her. “I don’t think that has to be true.”

He leans on the bar, his elbows against the wood and hands supporting his face. “If you say so.”

– – –

Osamu leaves after three weeks, but that’s a quarter of the tour. They visited 9 cities during this time, but the parties started to dwindle. Everything from the second night of his show in LA is still stuck in his head. Red hair and hazel eyes haunt his dreams, even now. Plus, he can’t get out of his head what she said.

You shouldn’t live your life for others.

Isn’t that what he’s always done? Each album, every show, every meet and greet, every television or radio appearance, it’s all been for them… the fans. He puts a piece of himself in it all.

How many more pieces does he have left?

“Astumu,” his manager's voice grabs his attention. “The bus is stopping for fuel. Do you want anything from the station?”

“I can go in. It’s late, there won’t be a crowd of people.” He likes to go do his own bidding when he can, even though many times it ends with security having to drag him through crowds.

His manager frowns. “We don’t have security ready to take you in.”

“Who the hell is going to be out this late? It’s 3 a.m. in the middle of nowhere outside Pittsburgh. No one will be there.” Atsumu says, probably more harshly than he intended.

He sighs, but his manager moves out of the way and lets him leave the tour bus. The chilly air hits his warm skin, making him shiver as he approaches the gas station. He recalls the last update from the driver. They’re only 60 or so miles south of Pittsburgh. Then they’ll spend three nights there for the two shows this weekend.

Atsumu was right, there’s almost no one here. The cashier looks half asleep at the register, and there are few cars in the lot. He turns towards the coolers full of drinks, looking for a Gatorade he likes. He locates the light blue color, opens the cooler, and grabs the cold drink.

As he turns, his eyes catch on red hair walking down the aisle next to his. He can’t help himself, he follows it.

“-----,” he says, shocked that you’re in this random gas station.

Looking at you, he takes in your appearance. So different from the night he met you. You’re in casual clothes, pink sweatpants hanging off your hips, with a matching sweatshirt. Your hair is still down, but something about it looks different, maybe it’s the waves in it. You’re without makeup too, but he’s never seen someone so beautiful.

“Atsumu?” You look as shocked as he is. “What are you doing here?” You wave your hand around, and he notices the bag of salt and vinegar chips you’re holding in it.

“Heading to Pittsburgh for our shows this weekend. What are YOU doing here?” Atsumu raises his brows, smiling at you.

“I, uh, I live here. Well, close to here.” You tell him, and he nods but is more confused than ever.

“Then why were you in LA for my show? Wouldn’t Pittsburgh be an easier show to go to for you?”

“Quite the interrogator, huh?” You laugh and Atsumu wants to record it and put it in a song. “If you must know, I won tickets and a hotel room by the venue on a radio contest. I was lucky caller number 7 and got two nights to see you.”

“Oh,” he never considered that. “Are you coming this weekend?”

“Oh no, I didn’t get tickets. They’re really expensive.”

Atsumu’s heart sinks. You won’t be there.

“Come with me. I think I can get you in.” He winks and you laugh. A few moments pass and he realizes you didn’t take it as seriously as he meant it. “I’m serious. Come with us.”

“Atsumu, you can’t be serious.” You laugh, cheeks blushing. He stares at you, again something on his face that you can’t quite read. “Oh, you are.”

He nods. “Pretty serious.”

“Look at me,” you gesture with your hands at your body. “I can’t just hop on the tour bus with you and head off to Pittsburgh. I don’t have anything on me.”

“I can get you whatever you need. I have assistants.” He feels desperate now like this moment is going to change the projection of his life. “Please, —--. I want you there.”

You close your eyes and let out a sigh. “Fine, but we have to go to my place and get my stuff.”

“We can do that!”

–

Atsumu is basically jumping with excitement and you wonder how in the absolute fuck this is happening right now. Of course, he’d find you on your 3 a.m. snack run when you look an absolute mess.

“Okay, let me just go pay for these,” you start to turn for the register, but Atsumu snatches the bag of chips and Dr. Pepper from your hands.

“I got these.” He smiles and the irritation leaves your body. Fuck it, he can afford it.

“Thank you,” you tell him, walking with him to the register. “Are you like… allowed to come with me to get my stuff or are you going to have to wait here for me?”

“Allowed?” He laughs, tapping his card on the card reader. The familiar ping rings in your ears as it accepts the charge. “Of course, I am. I do have autonomy, ya know.”

“Sorry, Mr. Pop Star. Didn’t know if there were any rules you have to follow.” You tell him as he opens the door for you.

“Well, we do need to go tell my manager.” He sighs. “He’s kind of a hard ass. But he can’t stop me.”

“Can I wait in my car for that?” You laugh, not wanting to awkwardly be standing there when they have it out over him going home with a strange girl.

“Yeah,” he laughs. “Which one is it?”

You unlock your car, the lights flashing. “That one. I’ll warm it up for us.”

The nights have begun to become chilly, fall setting in and all. You actually turned your heat on in your apartment tonight for the first time since late spring. You part ways, Atsumu heading towards the bus fueling area and you to your car. It’s a good fifteen minutes before you see him walking to your car, waving his hands with a big smile. You unlock the car and he slides in the passenger seat.

“Went well?” You ask.

“Oh, no. He’s absolutely pissed, but that’s not my problem.” He buckles himself in and you laugh.

“Well, he’s gonna be even more pissed when it takes an hour to get back. I live twenty minutes from here.”

“Oh well,” he shrugs as you put the car in drive.

The radio softly plays his second album and you feel your cheeks warm. “Sorry, I can change it,” you reach for the radio.

He stops you, his cold hand touching yours. You pull back, embarrassed and smiling.

“I like this one a lot. I wish we could still play it.” He tells you, turning it up.

“Why don’t you play it anymore?”

“It just didn’t do as well as others.” He shrugs and you feel bad. It’s not your favorite song, but it isn’t in your bottom tier either.

“You should play it tomorrow.”

“I’ll think about it,” he looks over at you and smiles.

The rest of the car ride you spend humming along to his second album, smiling and giggling when he sings certain lines to mess with you, and having genuinely one of the best times in your life. Hearing Atsumu live, even at his shows, has never sounded like this.

This feels… intimate.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you say pulling into the apartment parking lot. “Please be quiet though. My roommate is sleeping. Plus she might scream if she sees you.”

“A fan?”

“Yes,” you roll your eyes and get out of the car.

Then you remember… the poster in your room…

“Oh. Um.” You stop him at the door of your apartment. “No laughing at me, but I might have your Rolling Stone cover on my bedroom wall.”

Atsumu laughs, shaking his head. His hair falls over his forehead. “That’s okay. I won’t tease you…. For now.”

“Fine,” you huff and open the door, welcoming him to the apartment. It’s dark so you turn on your flashlight on your phone “Remember, be quiet until we get to my room.”

He nods and follows you. You take off your shoes, and he does the same, then you show him to your room. To your surprise, he is quiet the whole way to your bedroom. Once you turn the lights on and shut the door behind him you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Your eyes immediately go to the poster adjacent to you.

“Remember, don’t laugh at me.” You turn to him and he puts his hands up in defense, a goofy smile on his face. “Also, I’m sorry about the state of my room.” There are clothes strung about, makeup here and there, and who knows what else is all over your dresser.

“As long as you don’t judge the tour bus, I won’t judge you,” he shrugs and doesn’t look around at the mess.

You pick up a few shirts on your way to the closet, tossing them in a basket to wash later. Honestly, they could be clean and just left out while you were getting dressed and forgotten about, but you don’t want to take the risk.

Atsumu is still standing awkwardly by the door.

“You can sit on my bed if you want,” you laugh, patting the duvet. At least your bed was made tonight.

He sits, crossing his legs and watching you as you go through your stuff to decide what to bring. It takes a few minutes to decide what you want to wear to the shows, but longer to decide what makeup to throw into a bag to go with them. It’s all probably too much but you finally finish packing.

“All done!” You declare, turning with two bags to face Atsumu.

You go to take a step, but your foot catches on a pair of shorts on the floor and you fall on the bed, on top of Atsumu. He reacts, catching you and falling back onto the bed with you hovering over him. He smiles, his face so close to yours now.

“Are you alright?” He asks, barely above a whisper.

You part your lips to speak, but you can’t so you close them. Your heart pounds in your chest. Hyper-aware of Atsumu’s hands on your waist, the feeling of your lower bodies smooshed against each other, and his lips oh so close to yours.

“Yes,” you finally get out and you feel yourself moving towards his lips.

No, you’re not moving; he is.

Atsumu’s lips brush against yours, his right hand leaving your waist and cupping your cheek. His lips are warm and taste sweet like a sugary drink. You kiss him back, trying to will your heart to slow down, sure he can feel it pounding in your chest. His thumb rubs against your cheek, the feeling sending shivers down your spine.

You pull away slowly, catching your breath and looking at Atsumu’s smile.

–

The way you look at him takes his breath away. That kiss, that feeling, it was unlike anything he’d experienced before. He’s aware of how he’s reacting, wondering if you can feel him through his and your pants or if he’s lucky enough that you don’t think he’s a creep.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and he brushes your hair away from your face and behind your ear.

“I’m not.” He’s regretted things in his life, and this will never be one of them.

You smile and he feels himself relax, “I’m not really sorry either. Well except for the falling on you. That was kinda embarrassing.”

He laughs, laying his head back on the bed and looking up at the ceiling. All of this feels surreal, even with his life the way it is. He watches as you move off of him, picking up the bags you dropped and shoving a few last-minute items into the larger one.

“Ready to go?” You ask him and he rolls off the bed and stands.

“Are you?” He grabs your waist, pulls you into him again, and kisses your forehead.

You feel hot against his lips and he wonders if it’s because of him. When he looks at you again, your cheeks are flushed, so it definitely is because of him.

“Let me take those,” he grabs the straps of your bags as you relinquish them, allowing him to toss them over his shoulder.

“Thank you,” you smile at him and he follows you out of the apartment and to your car.

“You should show me some other music you like on the drive back,” he tells you, placing your bags in the back seat.

“I’ll let you look at my Spotify and choose,” you smile, starting the car and handing your phone to him.

“Let’s see what we’re working with here.” He scrolls through your playlists, laughing at the one random country playlist with early 2000s music in it, and selects one of them.

“Are you serious?” You turn your head and stare at him, waiting for the light to turn green. “Not this one.”

“Too late,” he laughs. “You said I could choose.”

The car ride is filled with silly country songs he chooses, each one making you yell at him for picking it. He even forced you to explain why you selected each one for the playlist. He can’t remember the last time he had this much fun with someone.

You pull the car into the gas station parking lot, pulling up close to the tour bus. He looks at the clock and sees it at half past 4. He hopes that he’s able to sleep at least for a few hours on the bus. He watches as you get out, giving himself a second to gather his thoughts before getting out and grabbing your bags.

To his surprise, his manager doesn’t say anything when they get on the bus. He looks at you, but he can tell it’s not bothering you at least. He shows you to the back of the bus, his room for all intents and purposes.

“You can put your stuff anywhere you want. We’ll have a hotel room when we get to Pittsburgh soon.” He says then realizes you might want your own room. “Should we ask for your own room?”

“Do you want me to be in my own room?” You ask him and he shakes his head.

“I’d hate that, honestly.”

“Then I’ll stay with you.” You move to sit on the bed, looking around the room. “So, this is how Japan’s sweetheart lives on the road.”

“It’s as glamorous as it looks,” he laughs, laying on the bed on his side, his head propped up by his hand. “You get used to it pretty quickly, really.”

You lay down, on your back but turn your face towards him. “Don’t you miss being home, though?”

He shrugs, “Sometimes. I miss my family more than that really. I was glad Osamu stayed with us up until recently, but I won’t see my mom until the end of the tour.”

“I’m sure she’s proud of you.” You tell him and he feels his chest warming. You yawn and he realizes how late, well early, it is.

“You should sleep until we get to Pittsburgh,” he tells you.

“You should too,” you tell him, eyes fluttering shut.

–

When you wake up, Atsumu is draped around you, his breath warm on your neck. You smile, taking it in and enjoying the quiet sounds of his breathing. His body is warm against yours and you’re surprised by how comforting this feels.

How is any of this real?

Yesterday you were working and then decided you needed a break from your dissertation and decided to go get snacks. Now, you’re sleeping on Atsumu’s tour bus in his bed going to his weekend shows.

A knock on the door grabs your attention and you nudge Atsumu.

“‘Tsumu,” you whisper, “someone is at the door.”

“Probably Jeff.” He whispers back. “My manager.” He tears himself off of you and goes to the door.

“We’re in Pittsburgh. Decided to let you sleep here for a few hours, but we need to check in to the hotel and then get to the venue for sound check.” Jeff sounds no-nonsense through the door. “Get your stuff and let's get moving.”

Atusmu shuts the door and you set up on the bed. “Please tell me your hotel room has a bathroom.”

Atusmu laughs, “Of course it does.”

You gather your bags, grateful you didn’t unpack anything and Atsumu helps you take it up to his hotel room. To your surprise it isn’t in the downtown area close to the venue, but instead closer to the suburbs. Perhaps it’s easier for him to have some privacy this way?

The hotel room is the largest you’ve ever been in. The room is as large as your apartment, truly. This is more like what you envisioned when you thought about what it would be like to be on tour with Atsumu, and what fanfictions described.

“I call dibs on the bathroom first,” you say, laughing but completely serious.

“All yours,” he throws himself on the king-sized bed, seeming to fall asleep instantly.

You brush your teeth first before hopping in the shower and taking an everything shower. You scrub, shave, wash your hair and face, and then moisturize your entire body after. As you’re drying your hair with the hotel dryer, you wonder if it's bothering Atsumu’s rest. You peek your head out of the door, still wrapped in the hotel robe.

Atsumu is standing in the middle of the room at the round dining table, eating a slice of orange. “Hey,” he raises his eyebrows, and you close the robe more across your chest.

“Did you order breakfast?” You ask walking in to sit at the table, clearly full of the food he ordered.

“Jeff probably did,” he tells you and sits next to you. “He sent more than enough, clearly.”

You load up a plate with eggs, bacon, and fruit. “Give him my thanks,” you laugh and begin eating.

As you eat together, Atsumu gives you a rundown of tonight's plans, the show isn’t until 7 and he doesn’t go on until about 8. So you have lots of time to kill, but there’s still soundcheck in the late afternoon. But, the plan is to just hang out here until then.

“Plenty of time for me to destroy this hotel room and get you in trouble,” you tease.

“Oh please,” he laughs. “They’d never believe it was me. I have a perfect record of leaving everywhere I stay in great condition.”

“Whoa, goody-two-shoes on our hands.” You tease and he throws a grape at you. “Oh, there goes your clean record.” You say as it hits the floor and he rolls his eyes.

– – –

Atsumu paces around the room and you notice he’s flexing his hands a lot. He’s dressed in a similar outfit he wore in LA, but a slightly different design. The gold sparkles compliment his skin, and you can’t ignore how nice his muscles look. The vest without a shirt is a good look on him.

“Nervous?” You ask, picking at the black skirt you chose for tonight.

“Excited,” he replies. “I love doing this. It makes it all worth it.”

You can’t help but smile back at him, he looks like he’s glowing and he’s not even under stage lighting yet. Maybe he was born for this.

“So, I get to sit in this cozy room and enjoy the show on this television while you perform?” You ask.

“Or, you can come backstage and stand near Jeff. He might not be the best conversationalist, though.” He suggests and you shake your head.

“If I’m here I’ll at least get to see you change throughout the show.”

“Pervert,” he teases and you shrug.

“I’m basically living every fan’s dream right now, let me enjoy it.” You stand up, walking towards him and he takes your hands in his.

“I hope I’m living up to your expectations,” he looks a little sad and you cock your head.

“This is more than I ever imagined.”

He smiles now, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to yours. “Wish me luck,” he says softly.

You break the space between you and kiss him softly. “Good luck,” you whisper against his lips.

He hugs you tightly before pulling away and leaving the room to go get in position to take the stage for tonight’s show. You sit back on a chair in the green room, watching the screen as the cameras start to focus on the stage. The show’s set is just like the two nights you spent in LA until he plays the song you requested. He dedicates it to a special someone, and you want to cry.

He has to mean you, right?

There isn’t anyone else he’s doing this with, right?

You’d be naive to believe he isn’t doing this in every city, but some part of you is holding onto a nugget of hope that what he’s showing you is real. However, even if it isn’t you’ll remember this for the rest of your life.

He joins you for a few minutes a third of the way through the show, and you get to tell him he’s doing amazing. He kisses you before he goes, and then this repeats once more when he changes again. Once the show is over, the band joins him in the green room and you don’t get much time to talk to him. You socialize with everyone, but ultimately end up back at Atsumu’s hotel room. He’s still riding off his high, talking about different nights of the show and how tonight compares.

“I don’t think there’s been a better crowd, truly.” He tells you, tossing himself back onto the bed.

You smile and laugh. “Maybe the East Coast is just better than the West.”

“Maybe,” he laughs and sits up on the bed. “Would it be weird if I asked if you wanted to shower with me?”

You stop moving, “I- uh-” you stutter and shake your head.

He gets off the bed, crosses the room to you, and kisses you. “You can say no, it won’t break my heart.”

He disappears into the bathroom and you let out a sigh of relief.

–

After Atsumu showers, he finds you on the couch, half asleep watching a rerun of a sitcom he’s not familiar with.

“Hey,” he says softly, stroking your hair. “The bathroom is free if you need it.”

You come to and nod. “Thank you,” you yawn before going to the bathroom.

When you emerge you're in black pajamas and your hair braided into two braids. Atsumu can’t take his eyes off of you. He can’t deny your beauty when you’re all done up, but this is something else. He feels like he’s in the presence of a deity.

When you crawl into bed, he pulls you against him, kissing you deeply. You gasp against his lips and he chuckles. He rolls you onto your back, hovering over you and parting your legs with his knee. You whimper as he grazes your core, but he controls himself.

In his head, he hears the melody of the moans he’d bring out of you and feels himself getting hard.

“Atsumu, wait,” you put your hands on his chest and he pulls away.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, pulling away from your lips and looking down at you.

Tears are threatening to spill out of those pretty hazel eyes.

“I can’t do this. I want to go home.”

#atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu miya fluff #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff

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lumiinix · 1 year

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I posted 181 times in 2022

That's 181 more posts than 2021!

93 posts created (51%)

88 posts reblogged (49%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lumi-does-some-stuff

@wake-uptoreality

@shoyoist

@ch3rryf1z

@bbiemilk

I tagged 175 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#lumi:post! - 72 posts

#lumi:repost! - 62 posts

#lumi:rants! - 40 posts

#hq - 35 posts

#haikyuu - 35 posts

#haikyuu imagines - 32 posts

#haikyuu x reader - 32 posts

#haikyuu x y/n - 18 posts

#kageyama x reader - 13 posts

#atsumu x reader - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 77 characters

#and the streets are empty with lights from building and street lamps still on

My Top Posts in 2022:

Haikyuu as type of boyfriend in a family reunion.

A/N: FINALLY FINISHED WITH THIS!!! WHY DOES IT TAKE ME SO LONG TO DO THIS IN THE BEGINNING ANYWAY???

He is a joy to be around! He had no problems going up to your relatives and say hi, even gossiping with your aunts a little, and the children, THEY LOVE HIM. Like every child in the party (even the shy ones) all wants to play with him and he participated in any activities that your little cousins made. But that doesn’t mean that he’s neglecting you, no no, every now and then, he would look at your direction and gave you a thumbs up as a sign of he’s doing fine and you don’t need to worry about him, sometimes even asking if you want to participate in the fun! And how could you be worried about him when all he does is light up the reunion and making everyone smile. Your grandparents even ask him to marry you so he could come over more, the two of you flushed in embarrassment from that comment.

-HINATA, sugawara, Lev, NISHINOYA, Tendou, Goshiki, Yamamoto, Oikawa, BOKUTO, Atsumu, Aran, Meian.

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Boyfriend!Kiyoomi who looms over you when you talk to his teammates, saying that he’s just making sure they don’t infect you with their germs and swore he’s not actually just jealous about you hanging out with them, no way!

1,977 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

It's like you get to see a completely different person when your stoic boyfriend who is usually reluctant to even hold your hand in public because he’s shy suddenly starts being really, really clingy in the morning. Like you would try to get out of bed and he would simply refuse to let you go. And how can you refuse him when his strong arms encircle your waist, drawing you closer to him, begging in a raspy voice for just five more minutes?

-KAGEYAMA, TSUKISHIMA, IWAIZUMI, SAKUSA, USHIJIMA.

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Haikyuu boys when you referred to yourself with his last name

A/N: Married Hq boys headcanons bc yes. Also this is gender neutral reader.

Fucking dies both on the outside and inside, but can you blame him, he just still can’t believe you married him, so when he hears you said his last name with your first name so naturally when a barista asked for your name so she could identify you from other customers, he just melts. It’s only been a week since you got married but from how natural you’ve become, he’s like “ahhhhhh they married meeee”, his face is red while his heart races miles per hour and he becomes all mushy and cuddly when you’re alone.

- Hinata, Kageyama, TANAKA, Asahi, iwaizumi (he tries to hide his flustered state but failed-), YAMAMOTO, Lev, Bokuto, Atsumu.

On the outside he seems normal, after all, you guys are married for 2 years now. But every now and then when you introduce yourself to new people using his last name, even referring to him as your husband, his heart swells as the tip of his ears turn pink when looked close enough. He knows it’s kind of stupid to feel this way when you guys are married, but he just can’t help it, he’s just so proud to call you his.

- Daichi, Tsukishima, Kuroo, KENMA, Matsukawa, AKAASHI, Ushijima, Osamu, Kita, Suna.

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6,124 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Girls drool over him at the beach, giggling and ogling at the sight of his toned biceps and hard abs, they all began to bashed their eyelashes and swirl their hair, hoping to get his attention only to get visibly disappointed when he only walks pass them, didn’t even spare them a glance as he walks up to you, giving you a kiss on the lips when you tipped toed at him. He didn’t even notice these girls where looking at him when he only has eyes for you.

- Hinata, Kageyama, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Ushijima, Suna (he doesn’t care), Komori, Hoshiumi.

A.N: Imma just proofread this later (maybe)

7,972 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

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red-elric · 1 year

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I posted 6,314 times in 2022

That's 795 more posts than 2021!

99 posts created (2%)

6,215 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@johasissues

@yayananana

@kenmasdysphoriahoodie

@veikonvihannekset

@monstrsball

I tagged 1,555 of my posts in 2022

#it me - 113 posts

#haikyuu!! - 19 posts

#yeah - 15 posts

#!!!! - 13 posts

#lmao - 12 posts

#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - 10 posts

#:) - 10 posts

#!!!!! - 10 posts

#!!!!!! - 9 posts

#ohshc - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i also think when hinata's out of town kenma and atsumu will play sims drunk on stream together and end up crying that they miss their bf ❤️

My Top Posts in 2022:

love that everyone i know who likes baccano loves claire like it just makes sense. yes we all are in love w the horrible mass murderer who kills ppl for fun we're watching the gruesome violence over a fun jazz soundtrack show. at least claire is upfront about it all!!! lmfao

116 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

park eun bin is SUCH a good actress. wish they’d stop cutting off her scenes and let her show more of how she feels and reacts to these tricky situations w junho :/

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every story in utena is the same story every character embodies one of three characters (the one hurt by the world and lashing out because of it, the one naively trying to help and getting them both hurt through it, and the representation of the world and society that makes it so it has to be that way) and every character has been all of those concepts at least once and they become different concepts in the eyes of others and its all so muddy and messy and hurtful and beautiful ❤️ you could say everyone's either an anthy, an utena, or an akio, but anthy's an akio to miki, subtly manipulating him to heteronormativity and utena's an anthy to touga, never trusting him and hating him without realizing that he's being hurt too (and touga's an akio to utena, he kind of deserves it, but he wants so badly to be her dios that he's kind of an utena to her too) and akio was DEFINITELY an utena when he was dios, before he embraced the world anthy created for him where he could be as indulgent as he liked while she took all the responsibility; he tried to save anthy and everyone else and hurt them both. the real revolution is utena choosing to keep trying to save anthy even when it hurt, to say 'yes there is pain in the world, no im not perfect, but we have to keep trying for it to get any better' and then anthy's revolution in the movie where she chooses to stop taking the pain lying down, to separate herself from the fairytale and let herself love and act freely, and nanami's revolution when she refuses to take part in any of it anymore, when she draws a boundary between herself and her brother because as much as she loves him she's realized he's hurting her and forcing the separation so she can walk away. these are not roles that the three characters can cover, theyre outside of the fairytale and grounded in the real world, and thats why theyre so revolutionary

264 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

has anyone on the planet watched 'and so kyoya met him' and walked away thinking kyoya is straight. like honest to god that episode is a fuckin queer indie art film it's literally insane

336 notes - Posted July 9, 2022

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luvring · 2 years

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— suna relationship hcs

gn!reader suna rintarou suna rintarou suna rintarou. that was me doing a bloody mary btw i'm expecting him at my door later

he likes playing with your hands, writing out words with his fingers and making you guess what they are.

if you give him a pen he Will draw on your hand (you had to make him swear to stop drawing dicks or at least cover them up after)

he gets angry at a game and you jokingly go "rin, baby, stop, look at me. this isn't you." and he deflates and laughs almost immediately. now it's just a regular thing the both of you do whenever you get frustrated and somehow it works

menace suna who steals characters from your mudae wishlist on discord. softie suna who gives them to you for free and was collecting them so no one else would

loves watching bad (horror) movies with you just so you can point out plot holes and laugh

if you'd like him to post you, he always manages to balance great photos with photos that are just a little embarrassing/humiliating

so many mirror pics. so many photos of you sleeping or candid shots of you smiling

his favourites (which have all been lockscreens) are 1. a photo of you resting your chin in his palm while smiling 2. the two of you smushing your faces next to each other laughing 3. a screenshot from a video where you kissed

has a collaborative playlist just for the two of you so you can add songs that you like/remind you of each other

he made another playlist at the beginning of your relationship just for you based on his taste, guessing, and snooping

holds your bags when you go shopping (as long as you can figure out how to hold his hand at the same time)

does uquizzes with you and makes fun of your results if they're bad. give him one that reads him to filth and now he's wondering how they figured out his biggest fear from lyrics and colours

makes a collection on tiktok solely with videos to send you

if you ever want to do your nails he's giving his opinion. he'll pay if you do his idea (perhaps contrary to some belief,, actually makes sure they look good)

the both of you switch off music duty (privilege) during road trips

there's been multiple times where you're playing monopoly or some other competitive game and he just leaves everything he has to you. "babe you can win trust me" no i can't i won't

uses those apps where you can make a widget for the other person's phone. it'll be a cute photo until it's randomly something stupid for 10 minutes then he switches it back or vice versa

uses rock paper scissors to choose who gets up for snacks when you're both on the couch and don't want to move

very clingy when he's tired. doesn't even care who sees him at that point his priority is wrapping himself around you and not letting go

rin loves it if You're clingy. you try to sneak under his arms while he's laying down on his phone? he teases you but wraps you up with him under the blanket. you're holding onto his hand or arm while you're walking around? never has he had a greater life purpose than making sure you don't bump into somebody or trip (unless he's the one tripping you)

tries harder when you come to watch him play even if he denies it when his teammates try to tease him

when you're watching their volleyball practice he says "watch this" as if he's going to do something cool but all he does is hit atsumu in the back with the ball. "what'd you think" "very skilled throw, rin" "What the hell?!"

he tries. so hard to be "more romantic" sometimes. he's (secretly) a little worried that he isn't doing enough so he asks his friends or even his sister for things he can do. he just wants to make sure you're happy being with him o(-(

^ you're the reason he'll go out of his way to do things he usually won't. if you want to sway together to a song he'll do it. if you want to sing karaoke with him he'll do it. if you told him to be nice to atsumu for 5 minutes and gave him a Look, he'd do it (atsumu better Watch out later though)

rin has a section in his closet with your clothes you've left behind at his house / the pieces you always seem to steal from him whether it's a hoodie or a hat

if you start to fall asleep next to him he gently takes your head to rest on his shoulder so you don't hurt your neck

teasingly asked for a kiss before a big game saying you were his good luck charm. now you do it every time before a game or exam without question (he does the same for you in case you were wondering)

always takes a deep breath when you start to play with his hair before leaning further into you (and closing his eyes)

will fake propose or pretend it's your birthday just so you can get congratulations and food at a restaurant

^ he got a fake cheap ring but seeing you wearing it while eating and laughing with him got rin Thinking a little bit.

#haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu suna #hq suna #suna headcanons

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scandeniall · 2 years

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PDA + Nights Out + Close Friends

Aka how they are with PDA when you're with your close friends. (plus what kind of bars he likes) | Atsumu, Suna, Sakusa

a/n: this is unedited and is prob so bad because i 1: haven't written fr in months and 2: just started rambling

warnings: uhhh yall are old enough to legally drink, timeskip (just i references money), and like a 3/10 on the suggestive side.

Atsumu: Likes pretty much any bar. Enjoys a jam-packed night club and it’s flashing lights where he can get loud and have fun with the people he cares about even if he ruined another pair of white sneakers because of it. Also a fan of taking it somewhere a little more upscale (but not old) so he can get dressed up. Enjoys both good sports or dinner-esqe bar where he can just hang out as well. He's down for anything really. Now when it comes to PDA. Atsumu is clingy, but not in an overwhelming way. He’s relatively shameless (within reason) around strangers so being with friends changes nothing, You gotta be ok with your man being all on you to date Atsumu. His attention is pretty 50-50 split between fully being on you and on the group. He Is almost always touching you. Whether its pulling you on his lap, his arm around your shoulders, or if youre letting him sit for a moment cause all the stools are gone– his hands are glued to your hips swaying while he talks mindlessly with friends. There is the occasional slip towards your backside. When his hands do wander and grip he makes it a point to redirect his focus back to you, and gives you a stupid little smirk. “So pretty baby,” while drawing you in for a kiss. When walking his hand is in yours. When he's not touching you, hes either so close to you to where personal space is nonexistent, or doing you a favor such as scoping out where the bathroom is or getting you a drink. Speaking of, he buys all your drinks without a second thought. Also will drink half your drink if you don't watch him “it's good. I’ll just get ya another one.” Won't hesitate to buy you whatever little $20 cocktail you want. If you're torn between two, he’ll just get both. If you two arrive separately, he's dramatic when seeing you. “Damn baby. You look good. Let me see the back” while checking you out.

Suna; A fan of dives and pubs the most. Although he doesn't mind going to a more crowded place if the music is a vibe. It's obvious that the two of you are a couple, though he isn't obnoxious with the PDA. He's already done that on his priv/close friends story (aka has already posted his usual hand on your ass cause it looks so good pic). You two almost always arrive together. He jokes that you're his chauffeur. The type to start a makeout session in the car because he won't do it all out in the open. Strangers can kinda pick up the dating vibe in the way his arm is casually swung around the booth, but only on the side youre sitting on. If for some reason you switch sides, so does his arm. If you're at a place with good music, he does rap/sing along directly to you. Whenever you get up, his eyes are always glued to your retreating figure. When you're talking his eyes are frequently glued to your lips. Gets the drinks but will complain (but its not a problem at all. That man is down bad for you remembers almost every drink you tend to like). Always makes sure you two don't get the same drink you can try one another's. Some nights his attention is mostly on you and others its more on the group. Even its not as much on you, he's super aware of you and how you may be doing. If you suddenly get quiet he gives tiny nudges and mumbles if you're alright in your ear. Come back from the bathroom and something different? He’ll stop his convo mid-sentence to try and figure out what's up. Need a moment outside, he’s there with you, hand on your lower back guiding you out. “You good? We can head back if you want. I’m tired of hearing atsumu’s voice anyways.” He’ll joke to get you to crack a smile.

Sakusa: almost between a mix of atsumu and suna when it comes to bar preference, but not really. Is more into the high concept where he can dress up or relatively empty dive bars where he can just hang out with those closest in peace over a round or 2. A surprising fact is that he also kinda enjoys live music bars, though he’ll often be towards the very back of the crowd or on a balcony level. It’s not super obvious that the two of you are a couple to anyone outside of your friend group. But with that being said, he’ll shut down any patron, bartender or whoever that even attempts to flirt with him by looking over at you. Also when it comes to going out (at either the dive or the live music) he won’t have a problem wearing a shirt with a neckline low enough to give the tiniest peak of any mark you’ve left on him while doing the dirty. He does always sit next to you though, although it’s not always so close to where you’re touching like atsumu nor will his arm be swung over like Suna. He has you hold onto his forearm if he ever needs to guide you. Another super attentive boyfriend who pretty frequently checks to see if you’re ok. His attention is more on you than the entire group but that’s just cause he’s in love and shows it by showing you he’s listening to whatever you’re rambling about. Who goes to get drinks is pretty split, but he’ll always pay for them. While he prefers having his own drink, doesn’t have a problem drinking after you. Will taste your drink if it’s something new. If he hates a drink you love, he's a smartass who will talk shit! Deadpan bf but he’s hilarious. If it's a night he's drinking more, he gets more touchy as the night and drinks go. Nothing too major, just a hand on the thigh drawing mindless circles. Will lovingly bump your knee (or you if it's somewhere you're standing.) as well after a few drinks. You two don’t always arrive or leave together. If one of you has to head out early, he’ll place a kiss right below your ear with a whisper of “be safe.”

#hq x reader #haikyuu imagine #atsumu x reader #suna x reader #sakusa x reader #hq imagines #atsumu headcanons #suna imagines #haikyuu imagines #atsumu drabble #sakusa imagines

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atsumiye · 3 years

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haikyuu boys and their soulmate trope!

featuring: suna rintaro and miya osamu

a/n: i had so much fun writing this pls

part 2- sakusa and shirabu

suna rintaro

the phrase your soulmate says the most to you is written on your arm

its starts on the night before your 21st birthday. at exactly midnight, you feel a slight sting and 5 seconds later, the phrase your soulmate says the most ends up painted across the inside of your forearm. suna turned 21 months ago, but he can't help the warm feeling in his chest every time he glances down at his arm. his thoughts always lead to you, what are you like? what's your favorite food? what's your biggest fear? are you more of a dog or cat person?

and as much as he adores the looks everyone gives him when they see those words he cant help but sometimes hate the soulmate system. how will those little words help him find you? that phrase isn't exactly something you say the moment you meet a stranger. but he tries to stay patient because "good things come to those who wait" ..... at least, that's what his mom told him.

he knows what kind of person you are. to deal with him? you need to be kind, observant, patient. he doesn't think there are enough words in the world to begin to describe his adoration for you, and he hasn't even met you yet.

and he can't help but wonder what your arm says. what phrase he would whisper to you in the morning as the sun just barely rises into the sky. in the afternoon, when you both decide to cook a homemade lunch together. at night, when you are cuddled under a blanket together whispering promises of the future.

he only hopes his phrase is as good as yours. because you sure do say "i love you" a lot.

miya osamu

whatever you lose ends up with your soulmate

on osamu's 10th birthday, he made sure to lose a small drawing he made for you. it would be the first item he would lose that would end up with you!

osamu has a special box hidden in the back left corner of his closet (somewhere atsumu would never look) that he uses to collect everything you have lost.... and damn do you lose a lot of things.

first it started out with a pencil. in the middle of math class, he reaches into his backpack to look for his eraser and instead pulls out a bright pink pencil with lots of butterflies on it. people in his class made fun of fourth grade osamu, but he didn't care. this was his first soulmate item!

next was a necklace, then a notebook, a single sock, and then a phone case?

he could handle those items. most of the time they ended up in his room, placed nicely on his desk. but what he couldn't handle was how easily you lost pencils.

what started with one pencil quickly grew to 10, then 15 and soon, he could no longer keep every single pencil that somehow appeared in his backpack.

he had to create a special box for just the pencils you would lose and once he graduated high school, you had managed to help him fill 5 shoe boxes of pencils. how many pencils did you own? did your family own a pencil company or something?

he couldn't wait to meet you soon to give you something he had bought you years ago with his hard earned allowance money.

he bought you a pencil case. because you definitely needed one.

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jackrrabbit · 3 years

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cooking at 3am /// Osamu x f!Reader

Request: Imagine cooking together with Osamu at 3am because neither of you could sleep (or because ‘Samu got the midnight munchies lol). You don’t have anything specific in mind; you’re just playing around and feeding each other little bits of what you make.

A/N: bruh you said munchies and my mind said [[ h i g h o s a m u ]] sorry this went in a kinda different direction? but still fun 3am cooking project vibes :P

Tag/warnings: fluff, light drug use (weed), you and Atsumu are lowkey Bros™️, Osamu's kinda baby 🤧

Osamu’s not good at smoking.

He doesn’t really know how to inhale—you know, hold it in his lungs so it can soak in or whatever—and when he does, he coughs. Except he tries to repress the coughs. Even if he wants to hide it, he’s always close enough to you that you can feel his chest moving from trying not to cough when he takes a hit.

And also, like every baby smoker, he can’t really tell when it’s kicking in until he’s off the deep end.

“Can you feel it yet?”

“No.”

You shoot Osamu a glance where he’s sitting on the ground in front of the couch, watching a nature documentary on Atsumu’s TV with a glazed-over look on his face. “You sure? Your eyes are super red.”

“I can’t feel it. Give it—“ He holds out his hand and honestly you’re pretty sure he’s had plenty, but it’s Atsumu’s vape so who cares. You hand it over and Osamu holds it up to his mouth and sucks, eyes fluttering closed as the light on the side of the Pax glows yellow.

God, he looks hot when he does that. Something about a hot guy smoking, yeah? Actually, no. Something about your hot boyfriend smoking.

Except 'Samu holds his breath a second too long and you can see the urge to cough hit him… Wait for it, you think to yourself, and a second later he hacks and wheezes the vapor out in a wispy cloud that reflects silver against the semi-dark. You coo in sympathy and pat his back. “Want some water?”

Osamu shakes his head, hand over his mouth to stop the coughing. On the tv, David Attenborough talks about penguin courtship rituals and Atsumu (who’s been draped on the couch next to you for the past few hours) gives a light little sigh in his sleep. You check the time. 3am. Bedtime. Too bad you and 'Samu are both too high to drive home…whoops. Guess you’re spending the night at Atsumu’s place.

Osamu rubs his bloodshot eyes like they’re itchy, which they probably are. “Hey, can we— uhh… Do we have pancakes.”

“Pancakes, babe? You mean the ones you made for breakfast?”

“Yeah, there’s leftovers…I made you extra and you didn’t want them.” He twists around and gives you an incredibly dirty look, like this is something you did on purpose to hurt his feelings. “If you don’t want them I’m going to eat them.”

“Wait, 'Samu—“ But Osamu's already getting up off the floor to wander over to the next room. You debate pausing the show—it’s a really good scene—but you leave it going for Atsumu's sake because you’re pretty sure the narration is the only thing keeping him asleep. He’s kinda drooling on your shoulder and you have to push him off to go follow your boyfriend to the kitchen.

“What is all this stuff? Ugh…” Osamu's pawing through the fridge. There’s a lot of crinkling, plastic sounds—you catch a glimpse inside and all of the shelves are stacked up with plastic bags and styrofoam containers.

You yawn and hop up to sit on the kitchen island. “Takeout? I don’t think he cooks.” Atsumu's going to get a lecture tomorrow for keeping 2-week-old Indian food in his fridge. God knows you heard it way too many times before you and Osamu moved in together. You don’t envy 'Tsumu.

Osamu sits down in front of the fridge, fumbles with a drawer, and pulls out a bag of moldy grapes. “Gross…who lives like this…”

You snicker into your hand.

“I can’t find the pancakes.” 'Samu's pulling the plastic drawers all the way out now, setting them down on the floor as he inspects the contents of the fridge.

“They’re not here.”

“You ate them?”

“No, I— Hey, put those back in,” you tell him helplessly as he shuts the door of the fridge, ignoring all the leftover food he took out. Yeah, half of it was probably off anyway, but Atsumu's gonna be pissed if he wakes up and there’s takeout going bad all over his kitchen floor.

“You threw away my pancakes?” Now the look on Osamu's face is utter betrayal. He stands up off the floor and glares sulkily at you. “I made those for you…”

“I didn’t throw them away, they’re—“ You hold back a laugh and wish you had your phone on you (where did it go?) so you could take a picture. He’s so cute when he smokes. “—they’re at home.”

“At home?”

“Yep, at home. The place where you and me live, remember?”

“Oh.” Osamu pauses, reaches out absently to grab the edge of your sleeve. You’re wearing one of his hoodies. “We’re not at home?”

“Nope. We’re at Atsumu's place,” you tell him through a giggle.

He plays with your sleeve, contemplating. “Why?”

“Because we’re out of weed and he said he’d smoke us out. And we like hanging out with him.”

“Oh. We do?”

“Yes.”

“…’Kay.” It takes Osamu a second to accept this, but then he nods seriously. “(Y/N), I'm hungry.”

“I know. What do you want to eat? You could probably have any of that stuff, I don’t think he’ll miss it.”

'Samu thinks about it for a moment, scanning the array of takeout containers spread out across the kitchen floor. “I want pancakes.”

“The pancakes are at home, remember?”

“Yeah…” Osamu flips over his grip on your sleeve and traces his thumb down the lines in your palm. “I could make some?”

More pancakes? “I don’t think 'Tsumu has eggs, babe. Or flour. Or…baking soda?” You’re not really sure what ingredients go into pancakes. Whatever cooking skills you possessed pre-Osamu have deteriorated significantly since you moved in together and he took over any and all food preparation for your household.

He pouts at this, and his hair is a little messed up, and he’s so pretty that you can’t stand how much you like him in that second. Mine mine mine, something in the back of your brain says. He’s mine.

You reach up and Osamu obediently ducks his head down so you can smooth his hair back into place and fix the bits that are flipping over his part. “Is there anything else you want to eat?”

“Onigiri.”

“Oh…” Well, at least Atsumu probably has rice. “Sure. Ok. That’s your specialty.”

“I want ya to make it for me.”

“What?” You frown and pull your hand out of his. “You know my cooking sucks.”

“No it doesn’t. (Y/N)’s food’s the best.”

“You own an onigiri shop, come on—“

“Please?”

One of his bangs falls back in his eyes and without thinking you reach up to put it in place. “Okay, fine. But you can’t complain about it if it’s not good.”

He smiles and you want to blush. “Yes! I promise.”

So you do it for him. Even though you’re high too. You measure some rice and water into the rice cooker (Osamu has to give you pointers on how much of each to put in) and you scrounge around Atsumu's depressingly bare kitchen for a few sheets of seaweed and some easy fillings. Osamu pulls a stool up to the island counter and rests his chin on his hands so he can watch you with a bleary look of adoration on his face.

It takes you…maybe half an hour to be done? It’s hard to gauge time when you’re high. You and 'Samu both jump when the rice cooker finishes and plays the little rice cooker song, which will remain stuck in your head for the foreseeable future. 'Samu hums it in a loop while you shape the rice into lopsided triangles and wrap the nori around it.

“Here,” you tell him when you set the plate down in front of him. He looks entirely too happy to be eating your mediocre food for someone who literally does this for a living, but who cares.

He picks one, takes a bite, swallows. And blinks.

“What do you think?” you ask in spite of yourself.

“Umm…salty,” Osamu says.

You grab one to try yourself and it’s salty. Like, ocean salty. Yuck. “I told you it would be bad,” you complain, trying to tug the plate away but Osamu grabs it and pulls it back.

“Noooo…it’s good,” he lies, although his face is giving him away. Still, he takes another bite and chews enthusiastically.

“Shut up.” You tug a little harder but Osamu doesn’t let go.

He swallows, pulls a face, and takes another one. “So good. I love it.”

“Shut up. You sound so fake. You’re going to get sick if you eat that.” You keep pulling, but he insists on pretending it’s edible so you admit defeat and help him finish the onigiri off. God, they’re awful. But he keeps eating and so you do too.

When you’re done, your mouth feels dry as fuck and you want to sleep almost as much as you want to drink about a gallon of water. “Is it bedtime yet?” 'Samu asks, wiping his mouth and then rubbing his eyes again.

The clock over the oven says it’s past 4. “Yes. It’s bedtime.”

“Wait—we’re…we’re not at home, right? We’re at 'Tsumu's?”

“Mhm.”

“I prolly drove here…I dunno if I can drive now,” Osamu tells you slowly, like he’s apologizing. “I think I'm kinda high.”

“Oh yeah?” You hold your laugh back and put your hands up on his cheeks. “How do you feel?”

“Dizzy. Blurry? Like…you’re in slow-motion.” His hands come up to layer over yours. “You’re pretty in slow-mo.”

“Prettier than usual?”

Osamu closes his eyes, scrunching them up to think and then looking over your face intently. “Same amount, just slower. So it’s easier to see.”

“That so?” You slip your hands around to drape over his shoulders and get up on your tiptoes to give him a little kiss on the cheek, because he’s earned it. “You know what, I think I'm kinda high too. I think we’re going to have to have a sleepover.”

“On the couch? S’not big enough for us both.”

“You can sleep with 'Tsumu in his bed…or I guess you could sleep on the ground?”

'Samu's mouth twists and his brows draw together. You can practically hear the gears in his mind turning while he considers alternatives. “Can we share the bed?”

“I think Atsumu's gonna want it. It’s his house.”

“But he’s already sleeping.”

True, you can hear Atsumu snoring lightly from the living room underneath David Attenborough’s description of endangered falcons in the Philippine rainforest. You should really wake him up—matter of fact, you should really clean up the kitchen because it’s a huge mess—but 'Samu's already pulling you away. And you’re so sleepy.

“He’s going to be pissed tomorrow,” you tell Osamu through a yawn, but you let him steer you in the direction of Atsumu's bedroom, holding your hand.

“Don’t care…I hate sleeping without you.”

“Yeah,” you say, and you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you like you’re the literal best thing in the entire universe—and you decide you should get him high more often. “Same.”

#osamu miya x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #hq #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #osamu #osamu miya

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datingdonovan · 2 years

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hq boys falling for a manic pixie dream person

in which you are the manic pixie dream.

inspo: I was listening to Portland by Bowling Shoes while cleaning

a/n: so this is the manic pixie dream person as in like, 500 Days of Summer and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. aka like, kinda sad story, emotionally unstable, and not that romanticized. leaves a lot. lol. I'd elaborate on my thoughts about mpdp tropes but this intro is already long so uhh send me an ask if you want to hear bc I could truly go on lol.

length: ~2k

warnings: yeah i wont lie this went to way darker places than i wanted it to and it became a lot about the manic pixie dream trope and relationships in general as a performance hahahhaa soooo this has real life angst along with the fluff. some scenarios work out and some don’t. sorry to be too honest. im literally becoming the ceo of emotionally damaged reader i dont know what else people expect. anyways off to the races.

shockingly matches your energy. I mean this man is down to do anything, anywhere, anytime. you say the word and he’s there. starts asking to pick YOU up for random trips in the middle of the night and signing YOU up for couples kickboxing classes, and you bite your lip every time he calls you at 2:55am, not believing you found someone who can keep up with you but simultaneously scared you might be falling a little too hard. one night, he drops you off at your door, and you know the tables have turned too far. all of a sudden, he’s holding your hands and asking you to move in with him and your heart is in your throat knowing you just can’t. this is fun, but that’s closer than you ever really want to be.

➽➽➽hinata, atsumu, bokuto, lev, goshiki, noya, tanaka

same energy match as the above but bonus points because he’s so aware of what you’re doing. he does it to the people he chases, too, probably more than he’d like to admit, and with the two of you together, it’s gonna be mind games to the finish to see who falls in love first. real twin flame type of deal because you both sort of know you’ve met your match, and maybe if even one of you could just let down your walls, you’d find that it’s really something special to be together with someone else who is as smart, wacky, interesting, bold, and shockingly blunt as you. this one’s open ended. are you gonna take that chance or not? and even if you do, is he gonna be open enough to reciprocate? or will he just shut you down like he does everyone else?

➽➽➽TERUSHIMA!!!! I WILL SCREAM IT FROM THE TOP OF MY LUNGS TERUSHIMA!!!! (i’m sorry but who else is thinking about @applepiekyuu’s fics??? I can’t help but believe he would do this bc of the way gwen writes him!!! she writes my fave terushima ever), also feel like this could be tendou, with walls up and a sort of snarky calculated way that he goes about relationships

finds it really refreshing to be with someone who’s flippant with him, who doesn’t see him as some bigshot like all of his fans. it’s not as much about your antics. the relationship is more marked by the fact that you could care less about how what you do affects him, and somewhere in the back of his head is a little voice telling him that’s not a good sign, but it’s drawing him in like nobody else has in so long. it’s like falling in slow motion. he can see every red flag and every time you hold your real self back from him and he just ignores each one, knowing exactly where this is heading. Im thinking on the way down except you don’t catch him and he does fall right thru. wow this is actually maybe the saddest one because he sees the whole thing happening and just has this stupid hope that maybe it’s not gonna end that way, maybe he can change you, maybe he can really get you to you like him enough to make you stay.

➽➽➽OIKAWA. I know he’s the only one but im just getting EXTREMELy strong vibes thats all

isn’t phased by you. for whatever reason this man is a stone cold chiller. he’s really relaxed and down to earth and honestly finds your little act kind of weird and intriguing, but in a mostly disinterested way. sure he’s into you but he’s not swept up in the manic pixie hype. Im getting vibes of him just sitting on the couch doing something else while youre actively trying to show off for him or seduce him or whatever and he’s just. i guess it’s not that he’s not impressed but it’s that he’s not really interested in your trying to impress him. he’s like… what are you doing you weirdo. just come sit with me. you’re probably totally weirded out by this bc it’s sort of the opposite of above—rather than you not being starstruck by him, he’s not starstruck by you, which is something you really don’t experience a lot and have trouble figuring out how to handle. and i think how this ends really is in how you handle it. are you gonna exit stage left the second you realize he’s not swept up in your allure or are you gonna end up chilling right there next to him and finally letting your guard down? news flash i think this man could literally change your life if you allowed him to chill you out and give you a no judgement space to be your real self

➽➽➽MATTSUN, makki, semi, aran, fukunaga, iwaizumi. maybe Osamu??

tries really hard to pretend he’s not into it, but you’re pushing all the right buttons and he’s like, the perfect candidate for this type of thing. kinda sulky or uninterested or tsundere or sadboi whatever he is or whatever you want to call him he is SO into it. I feel like ive truly read countless fics about these guys doing exactly this already like the classic picking up your phone call in the middle of the night and really trying to be angry but just feeling so excited to hear your voice no matter what stupid thing you’re asking him to do. over the course of you nagging him and teasing him and forcing him out of his comfort zone, he goes from glares to smirks to soft smiles to actually enjoying the out of pocket adventures you take him on. but i think for you this is about you intriguing him, you going out of your way for him, you wanting to unlock him, and he’s just basking in that glow, always the one being let out of his shell without much give and take between you. when you leave, it’s abrupt, and it’s because you’ve had your fun transforming him, but he’s still no match for your chaos, and you need to find someone who can bring that energy to the relationship, who can entertain you sometimes, instead of it always being the other way around. and honestly, in the aftermath, i dont think you helped him as much as you thought you did, because maybe all he learned from this experience was not to let anybody in like that again.

➽➽➽TSUKISHIMA, yahaba (ok i know he seems out of left field but i can see him being like cocky and unamused and just… breaking down into a simp omg), SUNA, kenma, kyoutani omg, kunimi, sakusa, maaaaaybe kageyama if you could somehow get him interested in the first place hahahaha

falling way too hard. these are the ones you really probably wouldn’t expect to enjoy the manic pixie thing but oh man i am gonna speak from personal experience on this one guys like this they just let their guard down waaaaaay too much. they’re really fairly stoic and sort of intense decision makers in everyday life, but when they’re alone with you, that all just goes straight out the window. you’re such bad news but they just dont see it coming at all. they’re so distracted and SO enamored with every wild idea you suggest, and they’re sort of also scared out of their minds, but they’re on top of the world like they never have been before when they’re with you, and maybe most of all they just don’t want to lose you. of course, they inevitably get to the point of wanting to settle down with you. how could they not? you seem like the perfect person! but when that hint of commitment starts rearing its head you just become a totally different person. like omg have you seen Gone Girl??? where the whole thing is sort of the guys being like, where did that sweet sexy person go? I thought you would always be like that??? and the love interest is like… um… the act is part of the fun of it all. but eventually it ends. this was truly something but im not in it for the long haul. sayonara suckers

➽➽➽DAICHI, YAKU, weirdly getting daishou vibes here hahaha, hoshiumi and kindaichi maybe too?? SHIRABU. UKAI JR. ushijima, aone

ok i personally love this one. he’ll admit it. whatever you’re doing is very sexy, and he’s endlessly intrigued by you, but he’s no dummy. he knows you can’t really be like this all the time and he so badly wants to figure you out. this one really verges on sort of a protector role, like he can see the way you’re bending over backwards to be this exciting person and he doesn’t understand why. studies you when you’re not watching, trying to get a sense of what you’re actually like. and the worst part is that he really likes what he sees. you’re attractive, and fun, and you carry yourself with a real confidence and self-assurance when you’re not so concerned about how you’re being perceived. he wants to show you that you can be you around him, and he’d like that person just as much if not more than the persona you put on when you know he’s watching. and it’s so hard because he has to be so careful about it. he kind of agonizes over it. he wants to know you for real, and love you for real, and understand what makes you act this way, and handle all the baggage that comes with it. together. but if he oversteps or changes his demeanor for even a second, he knows you’ll pick up on it and disappear. please don’t disappear. please let him be there. I swear those moments with him would change you.

➽➽➽SUGA, ennoshita, kuroo, kita, AKAASHI, HIRUGAMI, im also putting yamaguchi ikejiri and asahi in this group with the caveat that they’d have to be emotionally mature and have the bandwidth for it bc honestly i think they have enough emotional issues of their own lol. finally this is out of left field but koganegawa. he gives me very strong vibes of someone who would want his partner to be totally at ease and themself, and i think he would be in the hyper excited category until he suddenly one day realizes how one-sided the relationship is and he’s like wait… the vibes are off... and investigates...

#the stuff of cece #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #manic pixie dream girl #manic pixie dream boy #hopefully this was a good mix lol originally I had a group of boys who wouldn't go for it at all but I thought that was a bit rude hahahaha #everyone has to have their fave in there a little for a treat ::):):)):#haikyuu hcs #terushima x you #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x you #oikawa x you #atsumu x you #haikyuu headcanons #tsukishima x you #there are way too many characters in this so im just gonna go with it lol #akaashi x y/n #daichi x you #yaku x you #suna x you #mattsun x y/n #alright bonk #I hope someone likes this bc I spent a while on it and it is just harming me hahahahahahah so at this point I just. have to post it #eep!!!! lol #oh my I hope you took a little comfort from the lighter ones that last one is kinda a hope🥺 love me love me perceptive men lol #accepting perceptive men oh hello hello🥰 lol

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suguruverse · 3 years

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This is my first request but. ‘Being best friends with Kita and Aran’.

And when your walking in the gym for the first time the players (-Aran) would be staring thinking you want to be the manager to get to the twins but kitas just like “oh hey y/n.”

Now everyone is just looking at you and Aran goes hot cheeto girl mode like “BESTFRAN!” I just have the head canon he’d be the person to completely switch personalities near their bff.

— BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH KITA AND ARAN

includes - kita shinsuke and aran ojiro

a/n - YES I 100% AGREE AND KITA IS SO CONFUSED EVERY TIME ugh nonnie ur mind <33

published date - 23/05/21

- my parents fr <3

- okay let’s just start this off with the fact that kita doesn’t really do hugs, he speaks with head pats

- he also calls you love all the time and it’s super cute

- they are so doting it’s crazy

- you and aran make fun of him bc he looks like a q-tip

- after practice, aran definitely shows up at your house unannounced and just screams because he just cannot deal with the miya twins

- they do not want you to become their manager at all because of atsumu 😐

- sometimes you hang out with just aran or kita and somehow atsumu always seem to run into you

- he definitely thought you were dating one of them and cheating

- speaking of dates, you guys totally go on weekly dates, normally something really peaceful like lunch or going to a museum

- aran always takes pics for you to post on instagram while on these dates and he is amazing at it

- pls don't ask kita to take the pictures, he sucks ass at it, but he is an amazing model

- one time you guys dressed up all fancy and just went around hot ass pictures

- can you imagine aran and kita in suits???? holy shit they are hot 😻

- you and aran are more of the chaotic ones in this friendship but kita does have his moments

- your parents definitely trust them way more than you bc its them, why wouldn't they trust them

- cleaning with kita with some music on is SUPER therapeutic

- he makes you lunches for school everyday and he actually really enjoys it

- he actually really enjoys cooking and when he makes your lunches, he hums a little song and has a little smile of his face 😩😩

- THEY ARE THE TYPE OF FRIENDS WHO WAIT FOR YOU WHEN YOU TIE YOUR SHOELACES

- kita tries so desperately to get you to get your shit together but is he successful?? up to you

- they both can slow dance like uuugh stop being so perfect

- if there is every a situation where they are defending you and it turns out that they were wrong about something, they are just so good at making it seem like the other person is the one in the wrong

- okay moving on

- i feel like when you do something so incredibly stupid, kita would say "i'm not mad, just disappointed" and it breaks your heart every time

- suprisingly, you and kita get into the most petty arguments and aran just there like 🧍🏽‍♂️

- but kita doesn't let it get too far

- you and aran lowkey hang out the most bc kita and his captain duties and his perfectness or wtv

- when you guys get home from hanging out, yall are immediately facetiming or texting

- sometimes you go over to kita's house and his granny teaches you how to cook

- i feel like they would be pretty funny at sleepovers bc kita just sleeps like a log so you and aran love drawing on his face with markers

- while aran clings to you and drools on your chest

- they also have long eyelashes and it’s really pretty <3

- KITA PLAYS THE PIANO AND VIOLIN

- ARAN PLAYS ANY TYPE OF GUITAR

gc name: aran's stinky armpits

aran: y/n pls stop, you know i wear deodorant

you: baby i know, you always smell amazing

aran: then why

you: bc tsumu told me that you re-use the same sock 2 days in a row

aran: why are you talking to atsumu

kita: why are you talking to atsumu

you: KITAAAAAA

kita: hi love, why were you talking to atsumu?

you: he said he had a question he wanted to ask me after school so i went and met with him

aran: why did you agree????

you: he said it was about you guys

kita: what was his question?

you: if we were dating

aran: and what did you say?

you: why would i say yes, i'm not dating you guys???

kita: i could change that

aran: huh

you: huh

kita: i said what i said

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goldentsum · 4 years

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━ thirst post with idol! reader - spin-off

REQUEST: abt the idol reader thirst, imagine one day you read the thirst on vlive and react to it, and you're just "oh? OH" HAHAHHAA

🎕 asked by: nonnie 🎕

CHARACTERS: kuroo tetsurou, matsukawa issei, miya atsumu, and sakusa kiyoomi

GENRE: suggestive themes, comedy, fluff?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i can’t with this scenes lmao! i had too much fun with this pft!

you were in vlive, watching the thousands of comments flash on the side of the screen. you ate some pineapple in your fruit salad as you tried to read some of the comments in your vlive, chuckling as you do so. there were a lot of funny and heartwarming comments.

[tetsulovesy.n]: (y/n)!! you’re so pretty! D: please step on me, queen :D

[isseiissei]: you always inspire me to start drawing, (y/n)! you’re just so beautiful, every moment with you is so picturesque

[tsumwannahit]: you’re so hot (y/n), it’s not fair

[omisparadise]: (y/n), you’re always so clean and lovely

you giggled at the last comment, you don’t really know what that means but hey, it sounds like a compliment! (fanbase’s name) are always so funny and seeing their comments makes your day

“isseiissei, is that how you pronounce it? aw, that’s so sweet of you! your words make me soft, love” you cooed sweetly, the soft light on your hotel room making you look angelic. meanwhile, the male who you replied to was screaming and panicking at the other side of the world.

“i want to browse through twitter because i love seeing the content you guys make,” you said, getting your phone at the table beside you and showing your clothes to the camera. a black spaghetti singlet with short shorts that stops on your mid-thigh. when you sat back down, you saw the comment section going wild.

you chuckled, confused, while you try to read some replies and leaned closer to the phone that’s recording your vlive. as you leaned in, your collarbones and neck were more prominent in that angle. your pretty face was closer than ever, your soft confused smile still intact.

[tsumwannahit]: AASDFJKJHGFDS--

[isseiissei]: wanna draw something right now :D

[tetsulovesy.n]: this would look great in a phone call edit

[omisparadise]: :)))

you saw the four usernames again and shook your head when you finally knew what was going on. you narrowed your eyes playfully at the camera and started scolding them.

“you guys are dirty, ya know. that’s naughtyyy~” you teased, wagging your finger with a small smirk

you saw the comment section going crazy again and giggled. you opened your secret twitter account on your phone and searched your name in the search bar. your eyes widened at what you saw, blushing a bit. you looked at the camera then to your phone again.

“you guys are really... creative”

━ kuroo ��

kuroo really saw his life flashed before his eyes when you said his username in your vlive he was watching. he just froze and looked at you in horror when you scrolled through his page, chuckling in bewilderment.

you: these are--... um.. very creative

fuck! omg omg! this is by far the worse thing that happened to kuroo wtf! the embarrassment is too much to handle! he just wanna dig a hole and die!

at least you don’t know who he was.

you: [yn.makesme_hARD] said: “you guys like my edits a little too much but i can’t blame you, while making them I get hard myself… pLEASE LET ME HIT (Y/N)!!” um, you’re very creative sir-- you’re kinda cute too

did you hear that? it’s kuroo screaming at the top of his lungs. how can he forget that he did a (fanbase name) selca day on that account-!!

━ matsukawa ♡

issei was just watching your vlive, smiling softly at your cute actions as you try to interact with them, laying on his bed. when you replied to his comment, he really did scream. his heart was beating so loudly and a red blush almost covered his face.

when you said you were going to twitter to see the content, his mind went straight to his 18+ fanarts from his other art account. but he was rest-assured cus he remembered that he blocked you on that account like any 18+ creator.

you: [y/ns_daddydom] huh... that’s a nice username...

issei stopped smiling and sat up so fast that he was seeing black spots. he grasped his phone in alarm, gasping when you just described his latest fanart of you wearing a skimpy pink lingerie.

you: they draw really good though. i approve, um, mattsun-ssi~

mattsun watched the vlive in panic when you said his name, he signed all his fanart with his nickname and now you know him... he closed his phone and laid in bed, staring at his ceiling with a blank face.

mattsun: pls let me die now

━ atsumu ♡

tsumu was a cocky little shit who hides in his identity in a fan account so he usually just says what he thinks with no hesitation. when he watches your vlive, he likes commenting a lot. like a lot.

when you said you were going to twitter, he wasn’t really alarmed or scared because his fan account was not a big one and he just usually thirst tweets in that account.

you: you guys-- when you thirst tweet, ya’ll don’t tone it down huh. you guys go all out.

okay, he was a bit alarmed at that. but you won’t see his tweets, right?

you: this one has a lot of likes and retweets. [iwanna.raw.yn] said “(y/n) REALLY SAID DADDY LIKE IT WAS NOTHING?… brb gonna fix something and if you see my right arm getting beefy, lol we been knew. sigh i want to raw (y/n) so hard tf” okay then... daddy~

tsumu watched you giggle after saying that. he just short-circuited, a frozen and faltering smirk on his face as his eyes started wavering. he threw his phone in his bed, cupping his hands together and then hid his face, screeching.

osamu: tsumu! shut the fuck up!

atsumu: you shut up! i’m having a crisis here!

━ sakusa ♡

when watching your vlives, omi likes to imagine that it was just the two of you, video calling each other. his (fanbase name) heart is screaming.

sakusa watched you spill the tea and expose your fans about their thirst tweets and content and he was lowkey panicking. he grabbed his phone as he watched you on his laptop. he opened his account and went to delete any thirst tweet he made but it was too late.

you: you guys have really cREATIVE names! like this one, [mother.ynismykink]. (fanbase name) are funny

he felt a chill run down his spine when he heard his username, his eye twitching a bit. sakusa continued to watch you and listen to you say his most famous thirst tweet.

you: i don’t like being dirty, though~

sakusa grabbed his chest, feeling his rapid heart as he gaped at you. you teasingly pout at the camera, making goo-goo eyes. you almost looked like that emoji, 🥺, but with a pout and looking much cuter.

omiomi: i.. i don’t know if i’m lucky or not..

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Day 4 - Secret Santa ft. Terushima, Atsumu, and Daichi

A/N: Warning - Spoilers for post time-skip!

Terushima:

He is a barber whose shop is next to the salon you work at. Needless to say, being in the same field and working next door to each other, both groups were very close.

Since business was doing well and everyone was cool with each other, the owners decided to host a holiday party from the group and include a Secret Santa draw.

You drew your co-worker's name and sighed in relief knowing exactly what to get them, but you did wonder who had you.

Little did you know, Terushima draws your name and immediately has the perfect gift idea.

Saturday night was the party, filled with music and food but everyone could feel the anticipation in the air. All the gifts were labeled with names and put in another room.

Soon it was your turn and you had a nicely wrapped box. Inside you had a nice hat and scarf and a little notecard that said +2.

At the end, you all shared who was responsible for getting each gift. You were surprised to see Terushima got your gift but curious about this +2 card.

"So you're probably wondering about the +2 card. Here are two coupons: 1 for me being able to perfectly restyling your hair when you take your hat off and 2 for using these gifts and coupons on our first date. I do want to note if you accept this is non-refundable. So, what did you say?"

Atsumu:

The MSBY Black Jackals have a team holiday party every year, including the coaching and training staff. As one of their beloved physical therapists, you are excited to come.

A week before, names are drawn and Atsumu is excited to draw your name. You were always so organized, to the point that each player had their own designated color when you take notes.

Originally, he thought about giving you an autographed photo of him which luckily Sakusa talks him out of.

At the moment of truth, he gives you your gift which consists of a nice notebook and special gel pens. You weren't sure why he looks uncharacteristically shy until he tells you later to flip to the last page in the notebook with a secret note: Thank you for taking care of the team and me. You're so sweet and kind and smart. I hope you stay with the team for many years to come. From, Your Favorite Athlete, Atsumu Miya.

Sure, he looks shy now but that's nothing compared to how red his face when you give him a hug. It doesn't last long though.

"That's right! Only the best hugs from your favorite athlete."

Daichi:

The local community center hosts a nice holiday fair with the police fair. Daichi decides to join in hopes of seeing you, the local bakery owner who sells his favorite pastries.

You were excited to unveil some of your newest holiday treats at the fair. It was a good opportunity to gain business and try something new. Not to mention you may have had your eye on one of your favorite customers who might happen to show up.

In addition to the toy and clothes drive, a few community leaders organized a small Secret Santa for those who wanted to participate. It was organized where you could fill out a card with more information on yourself: likes, dislikes, and friend references to run gift ideas by.

It was fun to figure what to get your person and you hoped whoever drew your name was having fun too. You kept your eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary, but everything was pretty normal.

Taking a break from your stall, you share your gift with your person and make some small talk before heading back to your stall to see your gift on the table.

Opening the box, you find two pairs of bracelets: one gold and one silver. You smile, wondering who's gift it was until you see a familiar police officer in front of you with a soft smile.

"I think these would look nice on the talented hands that make the best pastries in town." They fit perfectly.

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#❤ terushima #❤ atsumu #❤ daichi #🌸 fluff #haikyuu x oc #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #terushima x reader #atsumu x reader #daichi x reader

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mooshys · 3 years

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hq + aesthetic lists pt. 2

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aesthetic lists I have made with the hq guys! these are things that remind me of them, no matter how mundane or grandiose they may seem. based off 2015 tumblr with those “tag yourself as an aesthetic” posts.

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hinata ➝ sand between your toes, surprise sunflower bouquets dropped off at your front porch, trampolines, fraying shoelaces, flying kites at the park, denim bucket hats, summersaulting into a pool, popsicles from an ice cream truck, smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt, packing for a road trip, fruit cut into cute shapes, flip flops, pressing a cool water bottle against your forehead when it’s hot outside, the scent of citrus

kageyama ➝ blueberries, monochrome outfits, sharing an umbrella in the rain, freshly baked bread, simple silver jewelry, the sound of a train passing by in the distance, lines of birds sitting on the wires of power lines, neatly folded laundry, soft smiles, pocket planners, the sound of a ticking clock, meeting up with your friends during the weekend, hand salve, changing into your pajamas after a long day, seeing the sunrise

oikawa ➝ sangria by the beach, alfajores, trying to connect the stars together to make out constellations, pearl necklaces, sea foam green, moonlight shimmering on ocean waves, postcards from different cities, tan lines from the summer, rosy lips, navigating your way through an airport, “this reminded me of you” text messages, yellow tinted sunglasses, falling back onto a hotel bed and laying there for a moment after traveling for hours, a collection of souvenirs

tendou ➝ flashing lights on carnival rides, confetti in the air, doodles on white sneakers, silly eraser caps topped on wooden pencils, stifling laughter in the library, red licorice, rainbows after a storm, making pillow forts in the living room and sleeping there instead of in the bed, fireworks bursting in the sky during a summer festival, strawberry candies, blowing bubbles and watching them float up in the air, colored pencil shavings, merry-go-rounds

kenma ➝ stickers on laptops, hair tied up into a messy bun, putting up the hood of your jacket, the sound of keys clicking on a laptop, collectable figurines of your favorite character, watching horror movies on halloween and making fun of the film the entire time, lo-fi hip-hop playing in the background, oversized sweatshirts that cover your hands, personalized ringtones, LED lights decorating your room, fuzzy socks for comfort

bokuto ➝ contagious laughter, running through the rain to get back home, cheesy love songs, fingers sticky from honey buns, dusting powdered sugar on cookies, curly handwriting, hopscotch on the sidewalk, fluffy comforters, tulips, enjoying a day off in the city, seeing an old friend for the first time in years, dancing when no one’s around, wearing a new outfit for the first time and feeling confident, stuffed animals from childhood, homemade birthday cakes

sakusa ➝ chaste kisses at the door before parting ways, charcoal portraits, london fog mornings, cobblestone paths, rain drops cascading down windows, art museums, watching a meteor shower from your apartment balcony, mixing wine in the glass before taking a sip, staring down from the top of a spiraling staircase, iced americanos, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, creaking floorboards, leather gloves, rhythmic drumming of fingers against the wood of a table

atsumu ➝ picking up the phone on the first ring, opal in the sunlight, golden retrievers licking your face, blue skies free of clouds, failed winks, sakura petals falling on your nose, finding each other in a garden maze, the fizz of sparkling water, blowing a dandelion to make a wish, racing up to the top of a hill, eyes full of admiration, plucking a daisy from the ground and putting it behind your ear, perfect first dates, drawing hearts on the back of your hand, candid photographs

osamu ➝ tying cherry stems with your tongue, lazy sunday mornings, the sound of a kettle whistling once the water is hot, the flicker of a flame on a candle wick, steam coming out of a rice cooker, bedhead, the light breeze of a perfect spring day, backyard gardens, laying in the grass together to stare at the clouds, old grocery lists folded and faded after being forgotten in your jean pocket, light humming while cooking breakfast, the first rays of light creeping into your room, simple meals made with love

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iwajima · 4 years

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stuck with me (suna rintarou x f!reader)

KINKTOBER 2020 DAY 2

summary: Suna is obsessed with you. Anything you do turns him on.

a/n: Uhm… I accidentally wrote squirting into this even tho it was meant for another day, i’ll change the daishou&kuroo day...

warnings: yandere!suna, somnophilia, smut/nsfw 18+ dubcon, predatory behavior, abusive relationship...lowkey..., creampie, squirting.

word count: 2.6k

He could feel his blood pump faster. The more he looked at how vulnerable and innocent you looked, fast asleep on his couch, the more enraptured he grew. He sure was lucky you were his. Suna met you in his third year of highschool, you had transferred schools and finding friends was hard for you. Your timidness and naivety was what drew him to you. You were always alone, found in hidden places.

Suna first saw you when you sat in the bleachers, watching the inarizaki team practice late after school. You looked so intrigued by it, the absolute talent and skill had you looking in awe. He wondered what you were doing there, late at night when everyone had already gone home. He doubts any of his teammates knew who you were, he barely even recognizes your face, so who were you? Every night practice was on, you were always there, watching with full attention.

It was late after practice, he and Atsumu were left to pack up due to their constant chattering and bickering. Suna finds you on your phone when he leaves the gym, looking worried at the screen. You were nervously biting your lip, you looked like you were contemplating something, and the tiny hint of fear on your face made him strangely worry for you. He stops in his tracks, curiosity drawing him closer to you.

“Oi Suna-” Atsumu pauses when he sees that his teammate wasn’t by his side and smirks when he sees him walking towards you.

Atsumu looks at you, a brow rising at your unfamiliar face. He was surprised by the fact that Suna was approaching you, he wouldn’t have pegged him to be the type to confront girls. Without warning, your phone was taken from your hands. Your eyes widened, cheeks heating up when you see who was looking at your texts.

“H-hey! Give it back!” You pleaded, jumping around to reach the height of his hand high above.

“Mm..?” His eyes squint at the brightness of your screen as he reads the conversation.

Chisaki

Oi ___, why don’t you come meet me after school tomorrow, I promise it would be fun.

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No, I can’t. I have to study for the upcoming exams.

Chisaki

The one in five months? Oh come on now. I’m sure you can spare time for me, You don’t want everyone to know what you did, now did you?

Suna furrows his brows in curiosity at his text. What did he mean by what you did? Was it really that bad that you looked terrified by it? Before he could read the rest, your phone was snatched from his grasp. He turns his head to Atsumu, glaring at him.

“Now, now Suna, that wasn’t very nice.” He says playfully.

Atsumu politely smiles at you, returning your phone to you. You shyly mutter a thank you. You were beyond embarrassed. How could he do that shamelessly, acting like the phone belonged to him? You couldn’t bear being with the two strangers for another second, so you turn your heels and start rushing home. Before you could even go far, Atsumu catches up to you, blocking your path as he towers over you.

“Where are you going little bird?” His smile was far from genuine, it had a sinister undertone that made you feel uncomfortable, you knew something didn’t feel right.

“Oi.”

Suna knew what he was doing. He was trying to prey on you, to add you to his sick little list of girl’s he’s been with. Now that he was captain, his ego grew even more and so did his reputation. All the attention made him believe he could get what he wanted, even his brother was irked by him. Before Atsumu could twirl a strand of your hair around his finger, Suna roughly grabs his wrist, sending him daggers. Atsumu smirks at his action, they both knew it was going to be a competition. He snatches his wrist back and scoffs before returning his attention to you.

“You sure are pretty. I’ve never seen you before, you must be new. What were you doing all alone late at night hm? It’s pretty dangerous you know. Why don’t you come find me tomorrow? I’ll be your new friend.” He winks at you, testing Suna’s patience as he inches closer to you.

You were frozen. It took you a while to realize what was happening. You were being surrounded by two of the Inarizaki volleyball players, you were beyond intimidated. If you were to run, you couldn’t have. Suna had blocked your path from behind while Atsumu blocked the path in front of you. They were close enough that you could feel their heat radiating from their bodies, your senses were put on alert mode that you couldn’t think of anything to do.

“That’s enough.” Suna says sternly, eyes never leaving Atsumu.

Atsumu was visibly enjoying this. The way you bit your lip to the way you tried your best to avoid eye contact. Suna would never admit it, but so did he. He could almost feel you shake in fear against him. He wonders how scared you could get to make him break his character and unleash the unrestrained monster inside of him.

After that interaction, you spent more time with the third year volleyball players. Suna was strangely social, his team noticed, only when he’s with you though, they’ve never seen him like that. Whenever you came to practice, he’d greet you, gave you food and sat with you for a while to have a pleasant conversation before practice starts. He was unusually… mellow, but his friends were glad that at least one person was able to make him softer.

Atsumu didn’t stop with his flirting, chased after you and was constantly around you when you’re not with Suna whether it be before school, during or after, he was always in your company. He was persistent for sure, constantly trying to woo you with gifts, buying you flowers and insisting that he takes you out every once in a while. You mistook this for interest, not knowing that he just wanted to have the first taste. Suna was absolutely furious when he saw you marked up by his filthy mouth and hands. It was like he had defiled and ruined what was his to indulge in. He knew he shouldn’t have waited too long and let Atsumu be around you, you were after all so naive and weak, a bastard like Atsumu could easily manipulate you into sleeping with them.

It took extreme control for him to not kill Atsumu. Atsumu had never seen his teammate like this, absolutely furious, eyes wide in anger as words that stung like his punches escaped his mouth. Atsumu had to beg for him to stop, and to him it was the most embarrassing thing he did. Yielding. Losing. Especially to Suna.

When the team hears that Atsumu is out of commission for a while, they were absolutely bewildered. They all stared in shock when they came to visit him. Who could have beaten him so bad that he didn’t even say a single word. If something like this were to happen, he would bitch continuously until the team would cut their own ears off. Even Osamu didn’t know, he was worried but a part of him kind of liked seeing his brother get what he deserved. Atsumu didn’t dare look at Suna in the eyes, he would scurry away whenever he was within his vicinity.

Instead of being furious with you for being so stupid, Suna embrasses you in a tight hug, hand stroking your hair gingerly, leaving you confused by his sudden affection. He keeps his face nuzzled into your neck, savouring each breath he takes as he inhales your scent. You smelled divine to him. He wanted to keep you all to himself, and he did.

Wherever you went, whatever you did, Suna had to be there, at the very least had to know every single thing you did if you were out alone, which were on very rare occasions. You wished you could go to the supermarket without him coming, but hey, he was protecting you and making sure you were safe right? He didn’t even let you attend college, get your license or get your own job, he insisted he could provide for both of you. And you agreed. Because he loves you, right? You didn’t have any friends, just like your highschool self. But Suna is all you need… right?

You once tried to sneak out, in hopes that you could step outside without his company just to breathe the fresh air. When he sees you reach for the doorknob, he asks you where you were going, the way he said it made you immediately run back to him, swearing that you were just going to clean it.

He punished you by fucking you into your shared mattress all night, by the end of it you were tear-stained and comepletely tired, body unable to move a single inch. He has you wrapped around his finger, a part of you absolutely adored him, he was kind to you, loving, for the most part. But whenever you see his other side, you wished you had never stepped into that gym.

Suna trails a finger from your ankle to your hip. You were wearing a thin silky night dress and he could see your perked nipples through the fabric. He couldn’t control himself. He carefully carries you, trying his best not to wake you up, before he places you on your soft shared bed.

He just wanted to see how you would react if you were to wake up with his cock inside of you. Would you panic or would you smile up at him in adoration like you always do when he thrusts into your little cunny?

His hands run up on the side of your hips, pulling the skimpy dress above your breasts. He latches his mouth to your nipple, making you squirm in your sleep. Your soft skin was being touched all over by his calloused hands. A finger hooks itself to your panties before pulling them off smooth legs.The pads of his fingers run up along your wet slit, collecting the juices to cover your clit with it as he massages tight circles against it.

You were moaning, but you were still unconscious. He wasted no time in spreading your legs and lips before moving his mouth to your bundle of nerves. His tongue was pressed harshly on your clit before they prodded your entrance and sank it into your tight cunt.

The sound of wetness bounced off the walls, the fact that he made you so wet, especially in your sleep, made his head feel dizzy again. He brings his tongue back up to your clit, swirling around it before sucking on the sensitive spot. He inserts a finger followed by another, in order to stretch you out for his cock. Although he would love to just immediately delve into your cunt, he wanted to be gentler with you since you had been such a good girl for him all week.

No matter how many times he fucked you, you were still as innocent and shy as you were in highschool. And he loved that about you. A hand slithers itself back up to your tit, pinching and rubbing the sensitive nipple around his fingers. When he feels your hole tighten around his fingers, he thrusts his fingers faster into your cunt, massaging the spongy spot over and over again, sucking harshly on your nub until you finally come, your juices gushing out of you. He really made you squirt in your sleep.

You moaned, blinking your eyes to adjust to the light as you raise your head, to see Suna covered in wetness between your thighs. He was licking up every drop, making your face heat up at the sight, He made you cum in your sleep.

“R-rintarou…” you say sleepily.

He laughs, “I know baby.”

He moves to hover above you, kissing your forehead before caressing your body. Your eyes were still hazed with fatigue. You looked so adorable, confused and tired. He shushes you, urging you to fall back asleep and let him take care of your body. You oblige, softly apologizing that you were too tired to please him.

He strokes his cock a few times before pushing his tip up and down your slit, the feeling of your arousal coating his dick making him even harder. He plays with your cunny, slapping your clit a few times with his head before finally sinking into your pussy. He didn’t waste time and immediately bottoms out, grunting at the feeling of your warm walls clamping down on him. You were still in and out of sleep, but you felt like your entire body was on fire.

He starts off slow, relishing the feeling of his cock dragging along your walls. He picks up the pace as he grows impatient to catch his release. His mouth encases your nipple in warmth, sucking and licking it, feeling the nub harden again.The sounds of skin slapping fills his ears as his mouth squelches from your wet nipple.

You were both moaning, not caring if your neighbours heard you. He was sure they’d enjoy your sweet moans, they probably jacked off to the idea of his precious little ___ being fucked nice and good. After all, Suna knew your neighbours because they were in his volleyball team.

Your wetness begins to soak the sheets under you. Normally Suna would try to minimize the amount of mess when the two of you fuck, but after you squirting all over his face and torso, he couldn’t hold back, he needed you to do it again. He circles your clit once again with harsh figure eight’s as his mouth continues to lap at your tits, adding vibration as he moans around them.

He feels your walls begin to spasm, increasing his speed to help you reach your high. Your walls hug his cock tightly, as you release warm juices around his length, spraying his lower torso, balls and thighs. You moaned loudly when he continues to fuck your sensitive cunt, overstimulating you.

You were fully awake by now, it was impossible to fall asleep when Suna was fucking you this good. His eyes were glued onto your bouncing tits, he was fucking you so hard and fast that the headboard slammed against the walls.

“Rintarou...p-please cum i-in me!” you choke out, you could feel another release coming and it was coming hard.

“Fuck- i’m gonna fuck my cum into you until you have a little cumtum, would you like that?” He kisses you before licking your neck and leaving a few bites.

“Y-yes please! I-i wanna be full o-of your cum Rintarou!” You whine.

His trusts grow sloppy before he pushes his head against your cervix, releasing his cum into your womb as your cunt spasms again and squirts all over his lower half. He keeps his cock in you, not wasting a drop of sperm.

He sighs and proceeds to take out his cock out of your spent walls. He looks down at your pussy, laughing when a thought pops into his head, thinking you look like a custard donut. His eyes stared at the mess you made, the sheets were drenched and so was he.

“Fuck ___… look at what your little cunny did, aren’t you embarrassed?” he teases.

Your cheeks blush when you see how much you squirt, curling into yourself to hide your body as you feel slight shame. Suna smirks down at you, before leaving your face with kisses that made you squirm. He gets up to turn off the lights and returns to you, not bothering to clean the bed. He spreads your arms and legs again before nuzzling into you and laying on your fatigued body.

As thoughts pass by in his head, he remembers the first moment he interacted with you. He never found out about what that guy wanted from you and what you did.

#haikyuu imagine #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintaro smut #suna rintarou smut #haikyuu kinktober #kinktober hq #haikyuu kinktober 2020 #tw: dubcon #tw: yandere

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