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missmeinyourbones · 1 year

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CLEAN ME UP

c/w: established relationship, hurt/comfort, light mentions of blood and injury, atsumu lowkey gets his ass beat </3 but he is so sweet

Atsumu sits crisscrossed on the floor of your bathroom with a tender black eye and a busted lip—and though this should be a rare thing, you need all five fingers to count the number of times you’ve seen this film before.

The first two were ages ago, high school days when he and Osamu couldn’t stop themselves from throwing a punch or two over nothing at all. Their egos too big and brains too small, twice you'd gotten roped into their post-brawl aftercare. Another time it was a fight off the court, when a rival captain made a snide remark about his foul accent. The fourth, a drunken, immature mistake.

Tonight’s wounds are different. Because when Atsumu nonchalantly shows up black and blue at your door, he doesn’t tell you what happened. There’s no story attached to the bruises he bares, no lengthy explanations or excuses. And Atsumu is a lot of things, but speechless is never one of them.

He looks childish, you think, the way his broad body folds itself into a tiny pretzel and hardly takes up a corner of your tiled floor. He’s oddly quiet, too. Sure, you heard his witty comments down the hallway about how you should see the other guy, but something’s still off. His eyes aren't lit with their usual flame of youth, pride.

Only a few words are exchanged through the process of cleaning him up. Between wet washcloths and tiny sniffles, Atsumu fumes, You haven't asked enough questions yet, and it’s beginning to freak him out. He doesn't know whether or not he should be grateful or unsettled with your silence.

A frozen bag of vegetables presses against his left eyelid when you finally ask, "What the hell did you do this time?"

Atsumu smiles at the mere sound of your voice, an instant warmth against the burning ice on his body. "Why's it always my fault?"

You remove the bag from his brow to shoot him a look, that look. He knows better than to argue with that look. Arguing with that look gets him nothing but trouble and an achy back from a night on the couch. So, he diverts.

"Nothing,” he sulks. “He started it, and—"

"—And you finished it, right?"

Your words are meant to be sarcastic, at his dispense of how stupid he behaved, but Atsumu doesn't take them as such. Instead, at your interruption, he shoots you an earnest smile filled with satisfaction and dried blood stretched across his chapped lips.

"See? So smart, baby."

His hand rises to pet your chin but you lean back quick enough to dodge his caress. His eyes fall to the bag of vegetables that now sits by your lap.

“Atsumu,” you try again, foreboding.

He rolls his head back in a huff against the bench of the bathtub, and the ceramic feels warm against his neck compared to the still stinging chill on his eye.

“What was I supposed to do? They were bein’ assholes.”

His whole team had gone out drinking tonight for a celebratory round or five, followed by a few days off. And as charming as Atsumu is, he does have his foes. People in the volleyball world he’s not the biggest fan of, for reasons he doesn’t seem to discuss with you. He likes to leave it at his good intuition, something you know he lacks.

With the context clues provided, you can think of two or three people he’s implying.

His reasoning is flawed, to say the least, but the way he says it has your heart breaking in the slightest. He avoids eye contact, as if he's embarrassed, dancing around the subject and wishing the ground to swallow him whole.

His shyness has you trying a softer approach.

“Everyone is an asshole,” you whisper, lightly returning pressure to his eye with the makeshift ice, “if punching assholes was reasonable, I’d do it all the time.”

Atsumu smiles a bit at that, but you catch how he winces slightly at the movement.

“Yer so funny, baby,” he tries to trail off. “Funniest person I—”

“Miya,” comes his second warning, and by the look in your eye, he’s not brave enough to try for a third.

“Fine,” he grumbles, “but when yer a Miya, I’m playing that card on you, too. Y’know that, right?”

You nod, and whether it's to his proposal or to encourage his words, you don't know. But it works, because Atsumu takes a deep breath and stares at the ceiling again.

“This time was different, okay?”

His tone is eerily soft. One only you get the privilege of hearing, and not because it's out of love, but because it's out of hate. Something’s shaken him so bad, he’s almost been rendered speechless.

“How was it different?”

“They were talking about you,” he shakily exhales. “Sayin’ stupid shit that isn’t true.”

Your heart softens as you do your best to keep a strong facade, but maybe Atsumu does have good intuition, as his hand squeezes yours through the quick moment of silence.

“If it’s not true, then it shouldn't have mattered, right?” you try.

“No,” he’s quick to work himself up again, eyes finding yours. “Like hell was I gonna let ‘em keep talking about you like that, ‘specially when I’m right fuckin’ there.”

Your fingers lightly skim his jaw, nowhere sensitive but he jumps all the same. You apply pressure to tilt his head, forcing him to find your gaze. He does.

“Do you want to tell me what they said?”

Atsumu gaze softens, and after a moment of thinking, he shakes his head.

“No,” he decides, “I don’t.”

His eyes fall to your lips and back up to your eyes. “Do you want to know?”

You smile at his sincerity. Atsumu, who you know to be just as sweet as he is boisterous, would tell you if you asked. He’d do anything you ask. But, you decide against it.

“No. No, I don’t.”

Atsumu exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he lets his head nuzzle against your palm. Contrary to the ice, it's warm and soft on his skin. He thinks it could heal wounds faster than any bag of broccoli ever could.

“I trust you,” he hears you coo into his hairline, kisses now dancing along his forehead and jaw, “even if you do have the emotional intelligence of a middle school boy, sometimes.”

Astumu hmphs at your words, simultaneously agreeing and brushing you off. He doesn't care enough to bicker, right now. He doesn’t need to tell you about how the man from the bar was talking about you. About how easy you’d be to persuade into bed. About how you're just with Atsumu for his flashy perks and award winning smile.

He doesn't need to because he knows they're wrong. Because they don't see these moments, when Atsumu sits on the ledge of your empty bathtub. With popped blood vessels and tender welts, those men don't melt beneath your careful fingertips or soothing pecks.

He doesn't have to say anything, because you trust him. You trust Atsumu, and it's the one thing in this world he knows to be true.

He lifts his head up from your hold to find your lips.

“I jus’ love you,” he insists, lightly pressing himself to you with such caution, “so much.”

And if there’s one thing in this world you know to be true, it's that Miya Atsumu loves you.

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hihello-pinky · 4 months

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varsity crush

atsumu miya x afab reader

some fluff, i guess

i originally wanted to write a full fic based on pixie labrador’s song (hence, the title) but somehow i ended up with this drabble. ALSO i know it’s a sapphic song but damn, the first time i listened to it and heard the lyrics about volleyball, haikyuu was my first thought

miya atsumu who has been your classmate since sixth grade; who you always only thought of as osamu’s loudmouth brother who once lent you his jacket when it was cold and you forgot to bring yours.

atsumu who was your partner for cleaning duty at seventh grade; who would almost always miss the task because he made it a habit to rush to the gym after last period.

atsumu who made your heart skip a beat when he passed you a note asking you to the eighth grade dance; who raises an eyebrow at your questioning look and says the note is from osamu.

atsumu who was your seatmate during ninth grade; who would distract you during class with the sound of his pen scraping against his notebook as he sketched volleyball plays.

atsumu who surprises you when he enters the classroom on the first day of tenth grade with his blonde hair; who you couldn’t stop looking at because his lightened hair made him more handsome.

atsumu who, one night, dropped by your grandpa’s convenience store looking for an onigiri; who told you as he reached the counter that he had a fight with osamu and he wanted to give it as a peace offering.

atsumu, who somehow made it a habit to drop by the convenience store after practice to buy energy drinks; who always buy one of those candies displayed at the counter and conveniently “forgets” them, sending you a quick message to just keep it.

atsumu who approached you after class one thursday afternoon in eleventh grade; who shared he needed help in his studies in order to stay in the volleyball club and asked you to tutor him.

atsumu who began sharing a table with you at lunch under the pretense of having more time to discuss about lessons but always made it a point to just talk about random stuff; who in time recruited his brother and suna to your lunch table.

atsumu who lovingly accepts gifts from his fans at your lunch table; who smiles so sweetly at the girls as it makes you inwardly frown, confusing yourself.

atsumu who, at the first month of twelfth grade, excitedly tells you he made captain as he walked you home; who grinned at you as he showed you his jersey and jacket with his last name.

atsumu who became much busier due to volleyball but would always somehow find time in his calendar to stay with you either in a coffee shop or library as you studied for college entrance exams; who would force you to take a break as he snatches the pen from your hand (my old captain, kita, would scold you!)

atsumu who gets surprised once you tell him you’re going with them to the nationals; who teases you for volunteering to cover for the school newspaper; who is actually secretly happy that you’re coming.

atsumu who gives you his jacket before their first game “in case you get cold”; who makes the girls beside you at the bleachers squeal when he smiles at your direction once he sees you wearing his jacket and cheering for him.

atsumu who lets you see his tears for the first time as you comfort him when inarizaki places second; who listens to your gentle voice as you sincerely tell him that you believe there are lots of greater opportunities for him in the future once he goes pro.

atsumu who passes you a note before class with prom? written in his messy handwriting; atsumu who receives a note from you saying is this from osamu again?; atsumu who bites back a smile as he passes back the note, so the bastard told you?; atsumu who doesn’t notice his ears reddening until suna points it out but he doesn’t care at all as he reads your note: yes, and yes i’ll go to prom with you.

atsumu who surprises you at prom because as athletic as he is, he sucks at slow dancing; atsumu who makes you blush as he tightens his hand around your waist as soon as you two finally find the rhythm; atsumu who leans to you closely and whispers in your ear how beautiful you are; atsumu who plants a soft kiss at the top of your head after you tell him to shut up and accidentally step on his shoes.

atsumu who runs to hug you at graduation, wrapping his strong arms around your smaller figure and lifting you in the air; who attends your class’ afterparty with you where you end up playing truth or dare.

atsumu who chokes on his drink as your bottle ends up on him and you ask him on when he plans to ask you out; who, after composing himself, gives you a cheesy smile and asks you to be his girlfriend; who blushes so hard, making osamu and suna laugh, when you say yes and kiss him on the cheek.

miya atsumu who you never thought would capture your heart; atsumu who somehow also fell for you; atsumu who you would be cheering on for the rest of your life.

it doesn’t matter whether you’re wearing his jacket or not; he already gave you his last name, anyway.

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earthtooz · 1 year

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cw: fluff with minimal angst, reader and tsumu had an argument, msby4 is there, food mentions, probably bad writing like i just wrote this but i can't remember what i actually wrote which is a little alarming..., unedited and not proofread :,)

<bokuto3: hi it's atsumu

<bokuto3: WHY DOES BOKKUN HAVE YOUR CONTACT AS '<y/n3'?????? OUTRAGEOUS.

<bokuto3: anyways hi it's atsumu

<bokuto3: i miss u :( pls unblock me asap i'm sorry baby please i really am

<bokuto3: please don't be mad at me i thikn i'm lodsing my mind

<bokuto3: call me back. or text me back. unbloc k my email too thanx

<bokuto3: okay bye i luv u to the moon and back

<bokuto3: i'd do anything for u baby pls jyst talk to me again and i'd even swallow hot coals if you asked pls pls pls

<bokuto3: i love you

you: give bokuto his phone back. get back to practice. bye.

<bokuto3: LOVE OF MY LIFE

<bokuto3: NO Y/N PLEASE I MISS YOU SO MUCH DON'T GO

you pocket your phone with a sigh, ignoring the way it continually buzzes with with messages and spam texts, probably just of atsumu professing his undying love for you and grovelling. pretty standard of him after an argument so intense that you had to walk out on before things escalated to places you would regret.

you can't deny that you miss him too, and it's been less than 24 hours since you saw him last.

in fact, you literally saw him this morning when sending him off to practice with a grumbled 'have a good practice' after he kissed over your forehead with a lightness rivalling a feather. a gentleness typically unseen from him.

really, the blond setter was just terrified of irritating you further.

then when you got up half an hour later, you're not pleased to see how atsumu was spamming you with messages, all conveying the messages he was scared of saying earlier. things like 'i love you', 'can't wait to go home to you', or 'did you see the photo of osamu's cat i sent'.

it's sweet, really; he is, but when you're still a little hurt from the harsh exchange you had last night, you didn't want him blowing up your phone this early in the morning.

so your only solution for a peaceful morning was to block him apparently.

something that clearly did not sit well with him because he then started spamming your socials and your emails with protests. did he not have practice to get to? where was all this time coming from?

you blocked him on those platforms too from the goodness of your heart because you had a feeling that he was skipping warmup in order to text you. if he pulled a muscle during practice, you don't want to begin imagining what a pain he'd be to look after.

glancing around the park you were currently strolling through to clear your mind, you only get a second to breathe when your phone starts buzzing again. this time, with a call notification from bokuto.

picking up, you immediately assume that it's atsumu who is bothering you after suffering the blows of how hard you've been ghosting him.

"atsumu for the love of-"

you're cut off of your own sentence when you hear somewhat muffled voices in the background.

"damn you messed up big time!" comes hinata's bubbly voice. you can indistinctly hear someone agreeing in the background- bokuto?

"stop rubbing it in!" atsumu exclaims, whining. you can picture him in your head right now, slouching against the wall as he deflates with each reminder of his mistake.

bokuto must have pocket-dialed you. you're about to hang up until you hear:

"how about you stop being miserable? your relationship with y/n will be fine as long as you apologise, this isn't the end of the world," lectures sakusa.

"for you maybe! ah already feel like y/n's slipping away from my grasp," cries your boyfriend. "and y/n is my world. so really, it does feel like the end of the world."

"you know what they say. love kills," mutters bokuto.

"literally no one has ever said that," sakusa deadpans.

"someone's probably said it."

"well if love does kill can it hurry up with atsumu?"

the dark-haired's simple statement makes you laugh, one that bursts suddenly before you have to cover your mouth from shame, hoping that it didn't disturb anyone.

"hey!" atsumu huffs before you can hear him groan dramatically again. except something's telling you that this isn't for show. "can't ya show a little sympathy to the guy who is having the worst time of his life? my partner doesn't even want to talk to me! i might as well rot right here and now."

"don't do that!" protests bokuto. "i'm sure y/n isn't as mad as you think. just talk to-"

"-what do you think i've been doing this whole time? i've been grovelling-"

"-no, you've been a bitch. i don't think telling y/n to 'text you back' counts as a proper apology."

the setter 'hmphs' and you can imagine the way he's crossing his arms. atsumu never did lose that immature side of him, but he tries, and you adore him for it. "is proclaiming my love not enough?"

"you can say 'i love you' to everyone, idiot, and you can confess your undying adoration for y/n any time. you do it on a regular basis anyways, atsumu, you don't need to double down on it just because you had an argument-"

"-but i'm scared that y/n will forget!"

the blond's outburst stuns everyone into silence. you hear a sniffle.

"what if i'm not worth the time? sometimes i get really scared that y/n might pack up and leave me because there's someone better out there. someone more patient and less of a hassle?"

it's so painfully silent, but each word that atsumu mutters is like a knife to your heart. how long has he felt this way?

hinata is the first to break the awkwardness. "c'mon man, you're literally high school sweethearts. i don't think you have anything to worry about."

"yeah, you're being silly right now, tsum-tsum!" bokuto agrees. "after all this time together, i think y/n has a reason to stay with you!"

"apart from my dashing good looks?"

"stupidity is temporary. get better soon," sakusa grumbles.

"omi-omi you're so mean!"

you hang up the call when you hear atsumu's chirpy tone again, unable to stop a smile from appearing on your own face. so long as he was happy, you were too.

that's what happens when you're soulmates, you suppose.

it's the same soulmate bond responsible for the fact that you were currently waiting outside the gym where msby practices were held, impatiently leaning against a small pole as you pass time on your phone.

then, just as you look up to check if anyone has left the building, your heart stops at the sight of a familiar faux-blond, animatedly chatting to one of his teammates. but when he meets your gaze, it takes him less than a fraction of a second to charge towards you.

instead of bracing for impact, you open your arms for him to tackle into, an offer he takes immediately.

as you both stumble backwards from the momentum, atsumu revels in your laughter and cherishes the feeling he gets knowing that everything is okay between you two. you chose to greet him after practice, you chose to go the somewhat inconvenient route all the way to his gym, you chose him and he hopes you never consider another option again.

and you won't. atsumu loves too hard and too well, warming you from the inside out to defrost any pain the coldness of life might leave you with. although he sometimes gets insecure about this overbearing trait of his, you get to show him each time just how beautiful it is; to wear your heart on your sleeve and love the world for what it is.

to love you for who you are.

"i'm sorry," he begins. "for what ah said last night, i was a real dick."

you smile. "well if you're really sorry, you'd let me take you out for some food, right?"

"only if it's your favourite."

"okay, sap. let's go then."

you think you hear atsumu whisper a 'thank you for letting me love you' before pulling him away.

#i wrote this while fighting for my life evidently #enjoy/?? i think???? idrk...#atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x you #atsumu x you #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq memes #hq drabble #atsumu fluff

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godkeis · 2 years

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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟐.

characters: m. atsumu and s. kiyoomi

genre: hurt/comfort

word count: 1.1k

content warnings: arguments, toxicity, cursing

summary: how would haikyuu boys react when you walk out during an argument part two.

part i. | part iii.

MIYA ATSUMU

Atsumu and his habit of joking during serious times are slowly getting into your nerves. You told him hundreds of times already that you don't like being interupted when you are talking about something very important, especially when it comes to your feelings. But this time, Atsumu decide to cut you off again to tell you another joke that he picked up along your words.

"I'm so funny, right?" he asked, half smirking.

Your heart sank because you've been trying to pour your heart out yet, it seems like he didn't care at all.

"Seriously, Atsumu?"

"Whoa, what happened to Tsumu?"

You didn't respond to his question but instead, you grabbed your things and went out leaving Atsumu dumbfounded.

Hours passed, Atsumu was getting bored so he decided to dial your number to check up on you.

"What?" you answered coldly.

"Y/N where ya at?"

His tone seems like he wasn't bothered at all that you walked out and he didn't realize what went wrong yet.

"Don't call me, Atsumu. I don't want to talk to you."

"C'mon babe, Yer not dropping the call, are ya? Come home now. I miss you."

That one last straw bursted your tears out as you felt no care from your boyfriend at all.

"Damn you, Miya Atsumu. Is that what you're going to return to me after I pour my heart out on you? Seriously?

Atsumu panicked when he heared your cracking voice on the other line. Standing up, he speedily grabbed his Inarizaki High jacket and head out.

"Shh, shh baby, babe. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"What exactly are you apologizing for, Atsumu? Do you even know what you were apologizing for? You really hurt my feelings. Don't talk to me. I don't want to hear your voice."

With that, you dropped the call and Atsumu attempted to ring your number again but you rejected it.

"Shit." Atsumu felt like his world was ending because you were right, he didn't even know what he's apologizing for.

Replaying the scenario inside his head, that's when he realized that you were indeed, talking about something important but he chose to blurt out his random joke at an inappropriate time.

Atsumu knows that you're the only person who can tolerate his out of this world jokes and now that you've walked out and ignoring him because of that, he knew he fucked up real bad.

Good thing is that your shared GPS in on and he instantly located where you are—in the school library. Hurriedly, Atsumu will head towards you to apologize once more.

"The hell are you doing here?" you glared at him with your puffy eyes. As much as Atsumu wants to compliment how beautiful you are even though you're crying, he knows that it's not the right time for that.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N for cutting your off while you were opening up something to me. I shouldn't have done that. I'm willing to make it up to you, Will you let me listen and understand your problem once more?"

Atsumu will spend the whole day by your side, listening and understanding your complaints with life. He'll be quiet for most of the time but is very attentive to what you are saying. Expect hand rubs and forehead kisses as you pour your heart once more. Of course, he'll apologize once again because he still feel guilty for what he did.

"I didn't get the chance to say this earlier but you're really gorgeous, even when you're crying."

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

If there's one thing that you will label as a red flag to your boyfriend, Kiyoomi, it's about him and his lack of communication when he's frustrated. Growing up distant to people, Kiyoomi never realized that he attached his toxic trait to his relationship. At first, everything was fine, not until things started getting out of control especially during arguments. And yes, Kiyoomi's silent treatment and distancing isn't benefiting either of you.

"Kiyoomi, talk to me. You know we can resolve this by communicating, right?" you pleaded to the man sitting across you yet your words fell on deaf ears as Kiyoomi's eyes remained glued to the sports channel.

"Kiyoomi." you once more called him. Standing up, you marched towards the television and unplugged the device.

Turning around to your boyfriend, you were about to open your mouth to speak again when you saw a horrified expression from Kiyoomi's face. It was something that you never saw before. Ever.

Anger. Disgust. Annoyance. Hatred. Which one is it? You couldn't figure it out.

Everything was written on his face, just because you turned off the television so that you could communicate with him.

You felt like being electrocuted on the spot as you saw your boyfriend glare on you.

"I'm…sorry."

That's all it took you to remove your stoned feet on the ground to walk out of the apartment because you don't want to see Kiyoomi's expression.

Your heart cannot handle the fact that you just wanted him to focus, communicate, and resolve the argument together.

But today, it scared you that Kiyoomi might hate you forever because of that.

Before you could step out of the door, Kiyoomi's right arm slammed the door shut that made you jump in shock.

"Where…are you going?" he asked in a low voice.

"Out…for fresh…air." you felt like you were gasping for air as you took the words out of your throat. You didn't realize it but you were actually crying as you spoke.

Kiyoomi's arm slowly made its way towards your body and pushed you against his muscled chest, left hand following to caress your hair as you buried your face and tug on the hem tightly. You were sobbing and shaking in fear.

Kiyoomi's eyes started blurring out when he realized that you were crying because of him. It wasn't intentional for him to glare at you, it just became an unconscious reaction for him. And now, Kiyoomi's blaming himself so much internally for making you cry and scarring you.

"Y/N, darling. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." he whispered in your ear, shushing your sobs. "I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry that I scare you.

Kiyoomi's voice is full of regrets and his touches are fragile. This is the first time that he let someone this intimate with him and he's willing to fix everything because he doesn't want to lose you.

Later on once you're calmed down, Kiyoomi will ask about your side regarding the argument. He will listen and understand you carefully and sincerely. He will also apologize a lot of times and will offer to make some dinner to make it up to you.

The following days, Kiyoomi will try his best to open up his heart more to you and fulfill the distance he made you experience because of his toxic trait.

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wakatshi · 2 years

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❛ THROUGH THE LATE NIGHT ❜ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ PLOT — getting your hookup’s phone number — an easy task, although being high gets you the wrong number and a stranger’s confusing answer.

ushijima wakatoshi — billionaire. how’d you end up texting him from all people? he’s a man of a few words. a man who’s too busy to reciprocate your useless flirting attempts, too busy to concern himself with relationships. you can’t see through him. he’s stern and harsh. too stuck up for you.

curiosity killed the cat. it didn’t kill you, but it sure got you caught up in the middle of something far more dangerous than you could’ve ever expected. the streets of tokyo hide dark secrets and the city you once knew turns into a long forgotten memory.

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ABOUT — billionaire/ceo ushijima au, female reader, humor, multiple plot twists, fake relationship, night life, alcohol and drug use, blood, dark & sensitive topics such as death, murder, abuse, torture, kidnap, violence, alcoholism, smut.

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ TAGLIST — CURRENTLY CLOSED.

PLAYLIST & BOARD | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

i. — that’s not atsumu’s number!

ii. — turns out he’s not a liar.

iii. — favorite torture method?

iv. — wasabi peanuts fan.

v. — where’s my lawyer?

vi. —

vii. —

viii. —

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zeltqz · 1 year

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your secret

pairing. fwb!atsumu x fem!reader

synopsis. atsumu comes to your work shift because he wants some attention

authors note: my first haikyuu fic omgmggmgmgmgmg hehe i love atsumu so much

content. friends with benefits, praising, oral sex, secret situationship; you and atsumu mess around in secret because you don't like attention

“I did gooood didn’t I?” Atsumu nudged at his twin, looking even smuger than usual. It made Osamu sick; not because his twin was in a happy mood, but because he did do good. He scored the final point at the very last second.

“Yeah, you were amazing.” Despite such a pleasant statement, the tone in Osamu’s voice stated otherwise. It was sarcastic and dry, but Atsumu was high enough on his own emotions to even notice the very ironic tone.

Atsumu’s day was already going great, amplified ten fold when he looked past Suna’s head, at the table right behind you. He’d recognise the back of your head from anywhere. He’d gotten praise from everyone but you. He’s craving it now, his fingers tingle with the need to get validation from you.

He was going to go to your house after dinner with his friends, tell you about his awesome heroic victory and hopefully sleep with you. But why wait, when you are right there.

He waits for you to finish serving that table, that sweet smile you give to the table before you’re heading to the back. He quickly sticks his hand up, fast enough to almost slap his brother in the face to grab your attention. You turn to head towards the table, only to freeze in your step when you realise who exactly is at that table.

Oh, you could just kill him.

Atsumu can see that moment of hesitation in your step, like you’re contemplating whether or not to dash towards the back, grab one of your fellow waiters to tend their table.

But it was already too late. Atsumu’s long ass arm in the air already attracted the attention of your manager who’s urging you to stop standing in the middle of the restaurant and go to the table.

If only she knew why you were hesitating to go. You put on your best smile and over to the table, repeating the same phrase you’ve said at least 50 times today. “How can I help you today?”

Osamu looks up from his phone. “Oh shit. (Y/n), you work here?”

Upon hearing your name, Suna also lifts his head up. He’s more silent than his friend, simply looks you up and down before looking back over at his phone. A reaction you didn’t mind, at least he didn’t have to vocalise his words.

Atsumu is ignoring the death glare you’re currently sending him. “May I have more water please?” He gestures towards his half empty glass of water.

You look down at the glass. “Maybe you should finish it first?”

Atsumu’s smile gets wiped off his face the moment at that realisation. This is what he gets for mustering up an excuse on the spot.

“Ignore his stupid ass.” Osamu knocks him on the head with his elbow.

“I’m not stupid!” Atsumu tries to hit him back but is stopped when you ask them politely to stop fighting in a restaurant.

“That’s a debatable statement.” “That’s debatable.” You and Suna both say at the same time. A small chuckle leaves his lips and a small smile grows on your own. Atsumu notices and his brows crease in frustration. Not at what you both said; no not that, he’s used to handling the verbal abuse from his friends and sometimes you. It’s the fact that you both are looking at each other and smiling at each other and saying the same things at the same time—

Without thinking, he grabs his half-empty glass of water and downs it so quick it almost spills on the table. You look at him, confused, before he’s placing the glass back on the table. “Show me where to fill this up.”

“Uh—okay?” You reach forward to grab the glass and head towards the fill station. Atsumu is following behind you, standing a bit too close for comfort as he watches you fill up the water glass.

He leans down to whisper in your ear. “So…guess what?”

You stiffen upon hearing his voice so close to your ear. “I don’t care Atsumu,”

“Damn. Atsumu? What happened to that cute nickname you used to give me all the time.”

“Shut up. I’m mad at you.” You turn off the tap and hand him his glass of water. “Why did you bring them here? What part of ‘I want us’ “ you gesture at the both of you “to be a secret don’t you understand?”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to see you.” He presses a kiss to your earlobe. “Forgive me? Please?”

You groan, allowing him to leave kisses along your jawline. “...Fine. But stop kissing me, I’m workin—”

“Take a break.” He muffles into the skin of your neck.

“I—I can’t.”

“Please?”

He pulls out from the junction in your neck to press his forehead against yours. You stare deep into his hazel eyes, as if he’s trying to coax you into doing what he says. And man, it’s working. His stare paired along with the hand trailing up your leg, resting on the bristsles of your skirt. “Go to the bathroom, I’ll be right there.”

His smile is so contagious, he’s pressing a warm kiss to your nose before he’s bouncing to the bathrooms. You head to the back, asking your manager for a quick 15 minute break. She looks hesitant and first because the restaurant is extra busy tonight but you tell her you’ll make it up for her next shift. After a couple more moments of pleading, she’s letting you take a small break, so you head towards the bathroom where you saw Atsumu go inside.

“Sorry I took so lon—.” You allow Atsumu to press you up against the counter, his fingers lifting up your chin to slot your lips together. “Wait.” You tap at his chest to grab his attention.

“Hm?”

“You said you wanted to tell me something? Earlier.”

You watch as his face falls a little, trying to remember. “Oh! Yeah! I won the game.”

“Really?! Congratulations ’Tsumu!” You hug him, wrapping your arms tight around his neck. He’s pulling you closer, a hand drifting downwards to wrap your legs around his waist. “I’m so proud of you.” You mutter in his ear.

Your praise sends a shiver down his spine and he holds you tighter. He gently moves you to sit on the counter and maneouvers himself between your legs. “Praise me more.”

“You’re so stupid.” You chuckle airily, gasping when his hands tighten on your waist.

“How long do we have? Fifteen minutes?”

“Actually—” You groan, digging your fingers in his hair when he lays kisses along your neck, taking his sweet time because he thinks you have fifteen minutes. “We have about five…”

“Five?” He pulls out from your neck and looks at you confused.

“I’m sorry! My manager wouldn’t let me have fifteen…”

“Guess we will have to make the most of it.” He pushes you down from the counter, digging his fingers into your tights and pulls them down your legs.

“Wait…you’re doing that here?! Now?!”

“Yeah? I’ll be quick.” He gets on his knees, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. He lifts your leg, putting it over his shoulder for better placement, tugging you forward.

“’Tsumu, this isn’t very sanitary—” You’re cut off when he licks up your slit, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking harshly. “Oh fuck.” You exhale shakily, a hand coming up to your mouth to stiffen your moan, the other tracks downwards to the puffy ball of blonde hair beneath you, digging your fingers into the strands.

His tongue laves ruthlessly at your clit, eyes closed shut as he loses himself in your pussy, moving a finger up to press at your slit, tickling the hole before slipping it inside. “’Tsum—oh my god—yes!” You whimper, voice muffled by your palm as he fucks his fingers deeper inside you, briefly moving his lips away from your clit to lick at your juices along the inside of your thighs.

It’s messy, so messy but you can’t bring him to stop. Not with the way he’s adding a second finger to the mix, pumping them out at a lazy pace, but enough to have your entire face flushing, enough to have you biting down on the inside of your palms to stiffen your moans.

He lifts himself up from the ground, fingers still twisting inside you and leans in for a kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him closer to you as he pushes his tongue past your lips. You're moaning into his mouth, allowing his fingers to brush up against your spot. “’Tsumu, I’m gonna cum—”

“Cum on my fingers, babe.” He breaks the kiss to look down at where his fingers are pumping inside you, the wet slick sound it makes as he somehow pushes his fingers even deeper.

“Oh sh—fuck! I’m gon—” Your scream is cut off when he kisses you briefly.

“D’ya wanna get us caught?” He smiles against your lips and you look up at him, dazily before hiding your face in his neck, cumming on his fingers, hiding your moan in his shirt.

It feels like forever until he pulls his fingers out and you can’t help but cover your face when he licks at his fingers that are absolutely soaked with your juices. “’Tsumu, can you stop! That’s so embarrassing.” You move his fingers away from his mouth but he’s gotten them sealed tight, like a vacuum to it’s dust.

“Not my fault you taste so good.” He’s wiping his spit soaked fingers against his pants before kissing you again. “By the way, that definitely was more than five minutes.”

You blink, trying to understand what he means until you remember where you are right now and panic. “Oh shit!” You’re pushing past him to slide off the counter, tugging your tights backup and readjust your uniform. “Never come here unannounced again.” You poke at his chest.

“I’ll be here same time next week.” He winks at you and you’re scoffing before exiting the bathroom. He waits a couple seconds to avoid suspicion before he’s heading back to his table.

“How long does it take to get some fucking water?” Suna says the moment Atsumu comes to sit back down.

“Yeah, it’s been like ten minutes.”

“Was busy.” His smile is extra cheerful today and they look at him weirdly before he’s adjusting himself in his seat to try and get a better look at you working. He waits until you’re sitting down at the back, wiping some sweat from your forehead before he brings out his phone to text you.

Atsumu: did i tell u that u look sexy in that uniform ;)

Me: why havent you left yet

Atsumu: that’s not how to treat customers

Me: pls go home. I cant work properly with you here

Atsumu: are u gettin shy on me?

Me: no ur just staring at me like a creep. Stop

Atsumu: ok ill look at your sexy manager instead

Me: fuck u

Atsumu: I WAS JOKING STOP

His text goes unnoticed by you as you turn off your phone, making sure to silence notifications and stuff it in the pocket of your apron.

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kewpie-aisle · 2 months

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𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙀𝙮𝙚𝙨

pairing: Miya Atsumu x gn!reader

notes: heavily suggestive, general horniness, dry humping, minors do NOT interact

wc: 988 words

First part of an ongoing series: Like what you see, going to be a compilation of other characters AN: Inspired by this artwork by @hlxtn ...yall lightning struck in my brain when I saw this. The clouds parted and the gods' themselves spoke to me that I had to write something after seeing Atsumu.

dividers by @cafekitsune

“You like what you see, baby boy?” Your eyes peer up to look at the man behind you in the mirror’s reflection. His amber eyes follow your every movement, half hooded eyes observing as you finish dressing yourself. His eyes move with each movement of your hands, traveling up your leg, then to your hips as you finish buttoning your pants. He’s tracking you, eyes growing darker as if preparing himself to attack. Not that you’d mind. You clear your throat watching as his eyes flit up to meet yours again in the mirror. The question still lingering in the air, only further punctuated with your sleek eyebrow quirked up in wait. Atsumu’s eyes glinted as a devilish smirk appeared on his face. He had just come back from practice, still in his practice clothes. When he hadn’t been greeted at the door he was upset but heard music coming from your shared bedroom. Wandering over to see what kept you so distracted from him, he walked in on a sight for sore eyes. You were getting ready for some party or the other that he must have forgotten about. Half dressed and holding up a variety of options up against you and completely distracted. So he got to just drink you in, just in your underwear and a sheer long sleeved black mesh top. Tight against your curves, hugging your waist, wrapped around all the places he wanted his hands to be tracing. You had noticed your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe a few minutes after his appearance. Before you could say hi, you noticed his eyes fully checking you out. A few shots deep from your pre-game, the liquid already spread a base warmth through your system, but Atsumu’s hungry eyes on your body had you gulping niceties down. A renewed heat now rushing through your body watching him, watch you. But you needed to get ready and a quickie has never been in Atsumu’s dictionary. The man would spend hours after saying it’ll be quick, normally you wouldn’t mind. But after being late to so many friends’ night out, tonight needed to be the night to break the pattern.

Continuing getting dressed, putting on your pants, but glancing at Atsumu’s reflection as you took your time pulling them up. Sticking your ass out just a little, back arching in the way you know he likes as you come up. Stifling a whimper at the way he licks his lips, biting your lip before asking the question bringing both your eyes to each other.

“Ya know I do.” His voice rumbles through you, a shiver running down your spine, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the setter. Smirk widening to a full grin as he stalks into the room and lowers himself into the chair in the corner of the room. Now sitting directly in front of you getting ready, his eyes never leaving your body in all his steps. Any extra words gulped down as you watched him spread out comfortably, a growing bulge in his shorts on full display. He watches as you finish getting ready. The finishing touches of a blush on your cheeks, gloss on your plump lips, and spritz of a citrus perfume that he catches as you brush past him to go into the closet to tidy up. On your way back he grabs your wrist to press a kiss on the inside, intertwining his fingers with yours. Pressing butterfly kisses up your arm where he could reach, he looks up from his lashes to see your expression. Eyes half lidded peering into his, no into his soul. Right into the center of him, seeing every part of him and his desire. A pout forming that he wanted to kiss away. “Tsumu, I can’t. I can’t be late again, my friends will never forgive me” “I’ll be quick babe” he lightly tugs on your arm to pull you into his lap, his other arm wrapping around your waist. Continuing his kisses up your arm, the mesh material of your shirt interferes with what he wants. To feel your bare skin, to grace his love flesh to flesh. He continues up to finally feel the softness of your skin at the bare spot on your shoulder. Kissing past the collar of the shirt he nestles into the crook of your neck. Breathing in the citrus scent wafting off you and feeling your pulse under his lips on your neck. He feels a chuckle reverberate through you, warming his heart. “Ya right, I’ve never heard that one.” A soft moan slips out as Atsumu slides his hand under your shirt, leaving a trail of fire as he rubs up and down your sides. You make the mistake of looking down at him. A flush across his face and his amber eyes full of lust, pushing back his hood and hat you run your hands through his hair. His eyes flutter close to enjoy the sensation, and with a light pull of his hair at the nape of his neck, you pull a low groan out of him.

His hand slowly runs up your back, lifting your shirt in its wake, all the up to the back of your neck. His other hand on your hip bringing you down to grind on him, his full length pressed right up against you. The grip on your neck tightening to make sure you can’t look away, watching him make a mess of both of you. The friction of clothing and the heat rising in both of you makes everything hazy. A whisper of his name out of your mouth, your hands dropping to his shoulders as you line yourself up on his lap better chasing for more friction, the last bits of clarity leaving you.

With a tug, the last sight you see is his smirk before your lips meet, knowing you’ve lost this fight completely.

#hq fic #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x you #miya atsumu fic #gn reader #kewpie writes #im feral for that artwork of miya atsumu #i just had to get some words out of my head #i could literally write entire epics just around that one art like #omg?????#gorgeous gorgeous man #haikyuu x reader

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kouomi · 2 years

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HEY HEY I hope you’re having a wonderful afternoon! I was wondering if I could request an Xreader where y/n breaks up a fight! Not in the “look at me🥺look at me🥺this isn’t you🙁” way but the “knock it tf off😐” pulling the boys apart telling them to cut the BS way! I was thinking with Atsumu or Iwa? Eathier is fine! And if u feel like if you could throw in the cute little helping them with their bloody nose busted lip stuff! Tho it is perfectly fine if u don’t wan to! THANK YOU!

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Warnings: fighting (duh)

Word count: 1,461

A/N: I had so much fun writing thisss (sorry for the wait, catching up on my requests post hiatus!) also every time I write Atsumu it points out how much I speak like him. Weird. :)

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Posted: June 23rd 2022, 5:06 AM ET

It was normal to walk into a room and find Miya Atsumu mid punch. The sight, though one you found incredibly irritating, was unfortunately a common one, and one you had come to almost expect when checking in on your boyfriend. It was more common for him to be littered in small injuries from his daily fights with his twin than for any of them to be a result of volleyball.

You had told Atsumu multiple times how much you hated to see him in these fights, that they were stupid actions caused by stupid arguments and there was no reason they should happen — especially as frequently as they did. You always ended up being the one who had to clean him up after said fights, and each time they happened the angrier you were about them. There was a certain extent to which you understood teenage boys fighting their brothers, but it seemed as if Atsumu went out of his way to exceed this limit at every opportunity.

He understood you hated when he fought. He could tell by the look on your face and the curtness of your words afterwords that you despised it. It wasn’t as if he purposely got into fights just to make you mad, but the little jabs and aggressive nudges Osamu made throughout the day inevitably ended with the two of them rolling around on the gym floor; much like it did today.

The last straw for Atsumu had been when Osamu “accidentally” served the ball into the back of his head during their practice game. Four of their teammates on their side as well as the six on the other side of the net watched with amusement as Atsumu slowly turned around, picked up the ball, and promptly threw it back at his brother before running towards him. As soon as Osamu had managed to recover from the volleyball that had managed to hit him in the middle of his chest, Atsumu was already in front of him and tackling him to the ground. The two rolled around on the court, a blur of identical faces and dyed hair with shouts and insults spewing from them both.

When the doors to the gym swung open, all heads swiveled towards it; all but two who were too busy facing each other. There was silence as a lone pair of footsteps crossed half the court and then stopped beside the flurry of fists. You stared down at them, watching with angry annoyance as your boyfriend shoved his twin brother down onto the floor by the collar of his shirt.

From where he laid on the ground pinned beneath his brother, Osamu watched as you flicked Atsumu’s forehead, saw the confused anger take on his expression, and then the way his face fell when he turned and saw you standing beside him. Your hand moved to the back of his shirt, yanking him up by his collar and pulling him slightly away from the fight.

“Knock it off.” You say, stiff and final.

Osamu looks between Atsumu, you, and then back, flashing his brother a look somewhere between smugness and apologetic before pushing himself to his feet and walking towards Suna who had been watching with humorous enjoyment. He enjoyed watching the twins fight just as much as everyone else, but it became just that much better when he could see Atsumu get ridiculed by his girlfriend for doing so. Suna, Osamu, Atsumu, and the other boys who watched all waited for you to start yelling at him, or perhaps even flick him again.

But, nothing of the sort came.

Instead, you stepped around him and walked towards the door you had entered shortly before and left without so much as looking back.

Atsumu blinked at the now closed double doors, surprise and confusion pulling his brow together and leaving his mouth slightly agape.

“Dude,” Osamu says, calling his brothers attention. “She’s mad.”

Shit. Atsumu thought. Shit.

“Tell Kita I went to the bathroom!” He yells over his shoulder, now running out of the same door you had.

It takes a few minutes, but he manages to catch a glimpse of you rounding a corner of the main school building and then once again disappear from sight. He called your name, but the spot where you had been remained empty. He lets out an annoyed puff of air before taking off again, eventually rounding the corner and finding you a short ways down.

“Y/n! Hey, wait up a minute, will ya?”

You continue to ignore him, now walking away even faster. It didn’t take very long for Atsumu to catch up, his hand landing on your shoulder and forcing you around to face him.

“What.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? ‘S just ‘Samu was really gettin’ on my nerves, and I-“

“That’s what you said last time. And the time before that. I’m sick of it, Atsumu.”

He huffs. “I know, it’s just-“ He lifts his hand to run it through his hair, but his fingers graze the open cut on his forehead and he winces.

You watch as he swipes away the blood that starts dripping into his eye, drawing his split lip between his teeth.

You sigh, begrudgingly. “Sit down.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Atsumu glances at the wooden bench you pointed to and silently sits down, looking up at you as you set your backpack down on the bench beside him. He watches as you rummage through one of the pouches and pull out a small pack, opening it and pulling out a small rag. You take a few steps away and stand in front of the water fountain attached to the wall of the school, using your hip to press it and wet the cloth.

It’s silent as you come to stand before him, save for the occasional breeze and chirp of far off birds. You don’t say anything as you take his chin in your hand, avoiding his eyes and lifting the rag to clean the blood from his forehead. Atsumu winces though doesn’t complain, continuing to try to get you to look at him.

“Grab a bandage from in the bag.” You instruct.

“Oh, she talks?” He replies, a lopsided smile working its way onto his expression.

“Atsumu,” You warn.

“Alright, alright.” He turns, making sure not to twist out of your hold, and rummages through the small bag until he pulls out a small package and hands it to you. He frowns when you pull your hand away to open it, following your movements and watching you remove the bandaid and press it against his cut.

You lean back and double, triple, quadruple check your work, using it as an excuse not to look down and meet the deep brown eyes that you could see trying to meet yours in your peripheral vision.

“Y/n…” He trails off, unsure of what to say to get you to talk to him again; unsure if there was anything he could say.

“You said you were done getting into fights.” You don’t look at him as you talk, don’t reach out to him again, only keep staring at the bandaid on his forehead.

“I know.”

“Then what the hell was that?”

“In my defense, ‘Samu served at the back of my head.”

You can’t help the small laugh that bubbles past your lips at the thought of seeing the ball fly out and hit him, tucking your chin into your chest to try and hide the expression from him. He sees it, however, and he smiles, taking this as an opportunity to reach out and coax your hand into his. You don’t resist, letting him hold your unmoving hand in his.

“Look,” He starts, leaning down and forcing himself into your field of vision. “I shouldn’t’ve gotten into a fight with ‘Samu. But ya have ta know it’s inevitable. He annoys me too much.”

You heave a sigh, finally meeting his eyes. “I know. I just… I hate seeing you all beat up every time.”

“Damn, ya make it sound like I lose all of ‘em.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I do,” He agrees. “But it’s okay if I get ‘all beat up’ sometimes ‘cause I got you to clean me up.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yep.” He pulls you closer by your hand so you now stood between his legs. “Ya missed a spot, ya know.”

“Did I?” You ask.

“Yeah, pretty sure ‘Samu split my lip.”

You hum, taking his chin in your hand again and using the pad of your thumb to wipe the small trail of blood on his bottom lip.

“Better?”

“Almost,” He grins, pulling you down towards himself and reaching out, guiding your face towards his.

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t0yearnf0r · 1 year

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Japan beating Germany at the World Cup makes me want to write a haikyuu football fic

#haikyuu #haikyuu fic #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu fic #miya astumu #world cup 2022 #World Cup

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hqbaby · 8 months

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six — best

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 2k content. swearing, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, slight dacryphilia, cum eating, use of pet names

“Pay up, fuckers!”

The boys groan as you hold your hands out for them to drop their money into. One by one, they reach into their pockets and begrudgingly hand you their bets. You’ve just bested them a beer pong again.

“Fuckin’ cheerleaders, man,” Aran murmurs. “Yukie fucked us up at the last party too.”

You walk over to Atsumu with a shit-eating grin on your face. “You still owe me.”

He rolls his eyes at you then takes your face with one hand, planting a kiss on your lips. When he pulls away to find you looking stunned, he smirks. “That’s worth at least a thousand yen.”

Your grin is back. “Cocky,” you say. “I kinda dig it.”

So wrapped up being the center of attention, you don’t seem to feel Suna’s unrelenting gaze on you. He just can’t look away. It’s like his eyes are glued to your figure, taking it all in. The way you charm everyone until they’re eating out of your hand. The way you always have a witty little quip to say when they try to get under your skin. The way you light up when you’re near Atsumu and the way you close your eyes when he kisses you.

He sees it all from the corner of the room, nursing his beer. And the whole time, there’s only one thing on his mind: He really needs to fuck you right now.

You pull away from the rest of the group and head to the kitchen to get another drink.

“Hey, Suna,” you greet when you pass by him. “Haven’t seen much of you tonight. You find a girl you like?”

He follows you out of the room, the two of you walking into an empty corridor. Well, it’s more or less empty. The only people there are passed out on the floor.

Before you know it, your back is pressed against the wall and Suna’s lips are on yours. It’s messy and harsh, all teeth and force. There’s no method to how he touches you, his hands are just everywhere, grabbing any part of you that he can.

You withdraw your lips from his, lightly pushing him away. “Wait, wait, wait,” you say, trying to get a good look at him in the dimly-lit corridor. You can’t see much, but you can see his eyes. The way they stare at you, hungry. “What’s going on, Suna?”

His voice is low and rough. “Don’t call me that.”

“What?”

“Suna,” he says. “It’s Rin to you.”

You crack a smile at the request. “Rin,” you say quietly, obliging, “what’s going on?”

“I need to fuck you.”

His hands are on your shoulders, face just inches away from yours. You can smell the alcohol on his breath, but you know he’s sober. Just really horny, you guess.

“Like… right now?” You give him a bemused look. “Your friends are right there,” you try to remind him, nodding your head at the door to the living room. “They aren’t exactly supposed to know about this, right?”

He answers you with another searing kiss. “I don’t care,” he says against your lips. “I want you.”

At that, you kiss him back, melting into his frantic touch. “I want you too.”

Your words shoot straight to his cock and he lets out a groan. Careful not to step over the people on the floor around you, you both stumble into the closest bathroom, mouths still linked and hands still searching one another.

“Get on the counter,” he commands, locking the door behind him.

You do as he says and reach your hands out for him. The heat between your legs grows. “Rin, I need you.”

He’s back on you, hands running up and down your back as he lets you slip your tongue into his mouth. He moves his fingers between your legs, pushing your panties aside to touch your dripping core. “Fuck, baby.” He pulls his soaked hand up for you to see. “Would you look at that?”

You nod mindlessly, trying to pull him as close to you as you can. When he starts pressing his fingers against your clit, you grab his wrist. “No,” you say desperately. “I want you in me now.”

“You sure you can take me?” His voice is teasing. “Might break you.”

Your hands go up to his hair, yanking him forward to crash your lips into his. “I don’t care. Please, Rin.”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. In a second, he pulls you off the counter, turns you around, and bends you over. He lifts your skirt up and rips your panties away like they’re nothing.

“Rin,” you whine. “Why’d you do that?”

He places the piece of fabric in his pocket. “It’s fine,” he tells you, landing a harsh blow to your ass. “I won’t let anyone see you.”

You moan at the sting of his touch. Your eyes land on the mirror in front of you, catching a glimpse of your fucked out state. It’s filthy, the way Suna has you bent over, your tits threatening to spill out of your top, legs spread to the side for him. Behind you, you can see him unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down, eyes focused on your pussy.

Then, you feel it. The head of his cock pressed against your folds, moving up and down as he gathers your slick.

“Don’t tease.”

He chuckles. “Just making sure you’re ready to take me.”

Without warning, he slides all the way inside of you. You scream at the mix of pain and pleasure overtaking your senses as Suna’s hand comes to cover your mouth.

“Gotta keep it down, babe,” he tells you as he starts to thrust. He goes faster every time he moves, impatiently fucking into you, your walls clenching around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

You grip the edge of the counter as the knot in your stomach tightens. Suna moves in and out of you at a brutal pace, your entire body being tossed back and forth by the sheer force of it. Muffled moans spill out of your lips and your eyes roll so far back into your head you swear you can see your skull.

“Taking me so well,” he hisses. One hand moves away from your mouth and goes to grip your hips while the other comes up to grab your hair and yank your head up. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at yourself. All fucked out on my cock.”

You try your best to look at the sight in front of you, the way Suna uses your body like it’s nothing, the way he pounds into you from behind. Tears slip out the corners of your eyes as your pleasure reaches immeasurable heights.

He snickers. “Is my pretty baby crying?” he asks. “Am I fucking you too good?”

No words come out of you, just endless whimpers. You try to keep yourself quiet knowing that, even if the music outside is blaring, you’re being loud enough for anyone passing by to hear. Then, a sharp thrust sends your entire body lurching forward and a borderline pornographic moan slips out of your mouth. There’s no way you can keep quiet, not when Suna’s fucking you like this.

“Can’t even speak now, can you? Too drunk on my cock.” He knows you’re close, he can feel you clenching around him, so tight it’s making it harder for him to move. His hand pulls away from your head and goes down to rub your swollen clit. “Such a pretty fucking girl,” he says. “So pretty when I fuck you.”

Without his support, your head drops, mind too focused on your impending orgasm. You rock back and forth with each relentless thrust, your chest heaving with effort and adrenaline. “Rin,” you moan. “I’m so close.”

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmurs, leaning over your back until his lips are right beside your ear. “I’m right there with you. Come for me.”

And, just like that, a wave hits you, riding your high as Suna continues to fuck you through it. You swear the counter should be crumbling from just how hard your grip is, clinging onto it for dear life. The sounds falling out of your mouth are sinful, downright sacrilege.

With a few more thrusts, Suna stills, cum spurting deep inside you. He grabs your hips so tight that you already know they’ll bruise in the morning. His body slumps over yours, just as spent as you are. He wraps his arms around you as the two of you try to get your bearings, slouched over the counter for a moment, Suna’s dick softening inside of you.

After a beat, you start giggling. “Where did that come from?”

You can feel him smile against your shoulder. “I told you. Your skirt’s cute,” he says, peeling himself off you as you both pull apart. You wobble a little and he catches you just in time, holding you against his chest. “That’s got to be at least in the top 5.”

Your hand slaps his chest at the comment. “Oh definitely,” you tell him with a smile. “Maybe even in the top 3.”

He pumps his fist. “I still got it.”

You laugh.

Suna pulls his pants back up and fixes his belt while you retouch your makeup in the mirror. You’re focused on applying your lipstick when he notices his cum sliding down the insides of your thigh. He turns to look for some toilet paper and pales a little when he sees the empty dispenser.

“Shit.”

You look at him with concern. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, no, it’s just…” He motions at your legs. “There’s no toilet paper here. I can go out and find something.”

You glance down, see what he’s talking about, then look back at him and shake your head. “It’s fine.”

“What? Y/N—”

What you do next has him stunned, gaping at you. You slide two fingers up your thigh, gathering the cum spilling out of you, and pop your fingers in your mouth, sucking on them as your eyes stare right into his.

After rendering him speechless, you come closer, chest pressed against his. Then, you cup a hand to his ear and whisper with a smirk, “I know I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

“Ya good?” Atsumu asks when you come back to join the group. “I was just ‘bout to go lookin’ for ya.”

You coo at him. “Aw, aren’t you sweet?” you say, grabbing his hand. “I’m fine. I just had to make a call.”

“Everythin’ okay?”

“Yeah. Just forgot to tell my roommate I was going out tonight.”

Suna walks into the room a little while after you. It wasn’t really like you were trying to hide it. Besides, you highly doubted anyone would even suspect that there was something going on between the two of you, but you tried to stagger your entrances anyway. Just in case.

He finds you on the couch, huddled over a game of Uno with some of the other guys. You’re sitting on Atsumu’s lap with your brows furrowed in concentration. When you look up to see him, you beam.

“Suna, come join us!” you say like you weren’t just fucking him in the bathroom ten minutes ago. “There’s room over there beside Hinata.”

The bright-haired boy waves at him and pats the spot to his right, on the floor beside the coffee table. “Come on,” he says. “We’re trying to beat Y/N.”

As he takes a seat, you pull a reverse on Aran’s “Draw 4.” He curses loudly. “How the hell?”

Atsumu laughs as you lean back into his chest. He kisses the crown of your head and places a hand on top of your thigh (your legs are crossed… for obvious reasons), rubbing tiny circles into your skin. “Fuckin’ told ya, man,” he says. “Y/N’s just the best.”

Suna clenches his fists on his lap. It shouldn’t bother him, but it does. It’s not like he didn’t see it coming.

He always knew you were the best. He should’ve known that didn’t just apply to him.

notes. this one is for the suna girlies 🫡 and also totally not bc the angst is real!1!!1! i also realize now that i made the reader in this series too hot for her own good like i would fall in love with her too yk?? i’m not choosing a side i’m team reader all the way🧎‍♀️

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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GUARD DOWN

cw: atsumu gets his wisdom teeth out and is annoying, brief mentions of pain medication, surgery, mouth wounds, etc

Atsumu is far heavier than he looks, which—given the fact that he’s built to be a 6 foot olympic athlete—is already decently heavy.

After anxiously entertaining yourself in the waiting room for an entire forty-two dreadful minutes, one of the assistants had alerted you that your boyfriend had finally come to and that his wisdom teeth removal went as smoothly as it possibly could’ve gone.

The news has your body swelling with relief, though you can’t help but bite your tongue at the irony of it all. Nothing about Atsumu is smooth—from his boisterous tongue to his calloused palms, your boyfriend is not typically seamless.

From the second was escorted out of the dental chair and reunited with you, he was all exhausted cries and senseless babbles.

The nurses were kind enough to help you wheel his loopy self out to the parking lot, after debriefing you on his healing process and the steps needed to care for his tender wounds.

Reaching the side of your passenger door, you assured them you were capable of putting him in the car yourself, not wanting to inconvenience them with his dazed antics any longer. Good at their job, they kept reassuring you that it was their pleasure, that it’s normal for people to be a bit out of it after their wisdom teeth removal, but Atsumu’s whiny behavior was—for lack of a better word—embarrassing.

With his dead weight slumped on your side and fifteen minutes of complaining down the drain, you somehow managed to wrangle him into the passenger seat of your car.

You secure his seatbelt, before racing to the driver’s side and locking the doors, unsure if he’d try to escape within the few seconds you weren’t by his side.

Which is where he sits now, slumped against the glass of the window with a mouth full of pink gauze. He watches the outlet malls and fast food restaurants you pass on your drive home with intense concentration. You barely hear him through his stuffed mouth, his words are sluggish and mumbled.

“M’hungry,” he carries the last syllable with a whine, “can we get McDonald’s?”

Giving a tight-lipped smile, you softly deny his request, “No.”

He groans like a child being denied a sweet—and for a second, you think he can read your mind as he’s perking up with the sudden inquiry of, “Wait, can we make those cookies later?”

Again, you have to play bad cop and turn down his giddy offer.

“We can’t, no.”

“Lame,” he groans before prodding at the pillowy cotton with his finger. Before you can swat his hand away from the gauze, he continues his accidental interrogation. “I feel drunk, can we get drunk tonight?”

“No—”

“Oh my godddddd,” the complaint growls from the back of his throat, but it’s hard to find it intimidating when it’s muffled and dazed.

He shakes his head with a stubborn attitude, “Do you know any words other than no?”

Your eyes shift momentarily from the red light before you and to the pouting man beside you.

“Atsumu,” you warningly scold.

“See, there you go,” he points a finger. “That’s a good word to know, Atsumu,” his name dances foreign on his tongue, as if it isn't his own. As if he doesn’t hear you say it a thousand different ways every single day. When he’s annoying and sweet and raunchy and tired and everything in between.

Though irritating as ever, his mumblings remind you that he’s still a bit loopy. You take a deep breath, “You can’t drink alcohol, or eat anything solid right now,” you softly remind him.

His face scrunches in genuine confusion, “Why?”

You gesture to his already swelling cheeks, “Because your mouth needs to heal.”

“My mouth?”

“Yeah,” your voice is delicate, grounding, as you try your best to jog his memory, “you got your wisdom teeth out, remember?”

Atsumu’s face instantly drops from confusion to disappointment at your words. A pout pulls at his lips—as much as it can with his numbed tongue and sore jaw.

“Fuck,” he slouches further into the window.

You bite back a grin, “What’s wrong?”

His voice resembles a kicked puppy as he sulks in his own misery. A muffled confession comes out tiny from his chapped lips, “All my wisdom’s gone.”

The streetlight turns green once more and your attention is redirected to the road. You’re about five minutes away from home, maybe eight with the given traffic. Though the ride is minute, there’s no way of knowing how many more waves of emotions Atsumu is willing to sail through.

“Well lucky for you, I have plenty to spare,” you attempt to cheer him up. “And you’ll be back to eating regular stuff in no time, just gotta be patient these next few days.”

“Well, what can I eat?” he slurs his syllables.

“I picked up some soft foods from the store. Pudding, applesauce, mashed potatoes—”

“Ice cream?” he interrupts you, head snapping from the window to your side profile with bright, expecting eyes.

You bite your lip to hide your grin. “Maybe,” you tease, “if you’re nice to me.”

Another groan falls from his lips before his head presses against the cool window for the umpteenth time.

He groans, “M’always nice to ya.”

He’s silent the rest of the way home, saying nothing when you stop at a few more red lights and pass his favorite lake—the one he jogs around on weekend mornings.

You almost think he’s fallen asleep, that is until you’re parked in your driveway and opening his door.

His doe-eyes stare back at you, not tired in the slightest but still foggy with an uncertain aloofness. Through tiny encouraged whispers of arms up and excuse me’s, you work your way around his torso and to his buckle.

He watches you intently through heavy lids as you unlock his seatbelt. He looks like something sits heavy on his tongue, but you know he’s still half exhausted and half high on pain medication, so you decide to let him initiate any small talk, if he pleases.

It slightly surprises you when his hand lands on your shoulder. Looking up from where his thigh keeps his seatbelt strapped in place, you find his eyes suddenly misty.

“Hey,” he softly demands your attention. “Do y’like me?”

His voice is small, uncharacteristically tiny as his lip wobbles with emotion.

Your body moves before your mind can catch up. You cradle his jaw in your hands tenderly, careful not to put too much pressure on the still sensitive area before cooing into his worry.

“Yes, baby. I love you,” you sweetly press a kiss to his nose, then forehead, not wanting to hurt his swollen mouth.

Atsumu’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, “Love?!” he squawks, “Holy shit.”

Your eyebrows raise as you shoot him an amused grin, “Why? Does that surprise you?”

His lips are still slightly pouted as he nods his head. “A little, yeah,” he trails off in embarrassment.

“Why?” you encourage.

He’s quieter now, fiddling with his hands like a small child, “M’annoying sometimes.”

Your heart is filled with an odd combination of heartbreak and admiration all at once. Your lover, still as sensitive as ever, never fails to express his true emotions. He’s always been great at communicating his feelings to you—though it’s rare for said feelings to be one’s of insecurity. He still trusts you with this side of him, even when confused out of his mind.

You find yourself getting teary-eyed as well as you tease him through a sniffle.

“Sometimes,” you nod in agreement. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” you remind him, “and I’m sorry if I don’t tell you that enough, baby.”

Atsumu’s skin instantly brightens with a blush while he tilts his head in pride as if he wasn't just sulking in your hold.

“No, ya do,” he dismisses your tender words with a sleepy grin, “I jus’ like hearing it extra.”

With your hand for support, he slowly swings his body around the passenger seat so his legs dangle out of the car door, shoes scraping against your gravel driveway.

Before you can begin to stand him up, he’s circling back to a prior thought.

“So can we get McDonald’s, now?”

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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (atsumu miya, rintarou suna, wakatoshi ushijima & shoyo hinata). fluff. somewhat decent relationship advice. downbad fiancés. healthy relationships(!!). suggestive moments. petnames.

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part two can be read here.

dear future husband m.list. // hq. masterlist.

ATSUMU MIYA.

“after every fight, just apologize.”

“Relationship advice?” You repeat, sitting across from the NHK interviewer, mic strapped to your shirt as a camera filmed your living room. She nods, smiling while holding a microphone of her own.

“Yes! Tell us, what is the secret to a healthy relationship?”

You tilt your head, “Well, I guess I have some advice to give.” Your fingers drum against the armrest of your couch as you sit in thought, contemplating on what to tell the reporter, “hmm..”

Atsumu sitting beside you laughs, his arm slung comfortably over your shoulder, “I have some advice I’d like to give as well.”

You turn to him with a grimace. “I don’t want any young viewers following whatever is about to come out of your mouth, ‘Tsumu.”

He looks at you offended; reeling his arm back to his side, shock spelled out all over his face. “Excuse me, I’m great at romance. I romanced you, didn’t I?”

“Unfortunately,” you jest, with Atsumu exclaiming in protest, “But this isn’t just about romancing someone, ‘Tsumu. They’re asking what makes a relationship a healthy one.”

“So?” He shrugs, “A healthy relationship is one that’s full of romance.”

“I apologize for him,” you playfully tell the interviewer, ignoring the look Atsumu gives you in response, “He’s not the best at this sorta stuff.”

She merely giggles, “No worries, the players are allowed to give their own opinions as well.” Atsumu puffs his chest out, “See, babe? She said I can talk too.”

“Yeah well, just make sure to cut out whatever he says in the final broadcast,” She lets out a snort at your jab, hiding the smile that creeps onto her face behind her microphone while Atsumu shoves your shoulder in despair.

“Awe, c’mon! I’m not that bad with relationship advice!” He pouts at you, looking like a kicked puppy when he does so, “What makes you think I’m so bad at this, do you actually want to marry me, babe?”

Your eyes soften at his saddened tone, feeling slightly guilty you link your fingers with his, eyes full of love when he smiles down at your intertwined hands.

“Of course I do, ‘Tsumu.”

The camera crew awes as you turn back to face the cameras, still holding Atsumu’s hand firmly in your own, running your thumb over the smooth cut diamond ring studded band he wears on his ring finger.

“The advice I have to give viewers is; Apologize when you are wrong,” you tell the interviewer, “No matter your pride, no amount will replace your relationship. It’s never worth sacrificing your loved one just for the sake of winning an argument.”

“Uh huh, you’re one to talk about that, babe,” Atsumu rolls his neck, “You never apologize first, it’s always me who has to for you to talk to me again.”

“What are you talking about?” You look at him confused, “I’m the one who initiates the apology conversations, you’re the stubborn one out of us.”

“Nuh-uh.”

You groan, “Exactly.”

Atsumu pulls his hand out of yours, placing it on your thigh instead before facing the cameras. “But, she is right. Do not ever choose a winning an argument over your partner. It ends badly.”

“You would know,” you snort, “You give me the longest silent treatments until I coax you out of it with kisses.”

“Can we cut that out of the broadcast, please?”

You purse your lips to hide the oncoming smile until Atsumu leans forward, a handsome grin on his face as he looks directly into the rolling cameras with a newfound confidence.

“But, y’know. I do always apologize in the end, ‘cause my girl’s never wrong.”

RINTAROU SUNA.

“make time for her.”

“You see this girl?” Suna jabs a thumb in your direction from across the kitchen, leaning against the marble island lazily as the camera team nods. “Yeah, she gets constipated if I don’t give her enough attention.”

Your head perks up immediately as you shoot him a halfhearted glare, “Do not.”

“See, she’s doing it right now.” He ignores, drinking from his glass of water before setting it down on the counter, ignoring the little gasp you let out at his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you smack his arm before sliding a coaster under his drink, “Don’t scratch the marble, Rinnie. I just bought this island.”

The camera team silently giggles at the short interactions between you two, with Suna sticking his tongue out at you and in response you give him a middle finger before he turns back to face them, “Can you believe her?”

Scoffing, you enter the camera frame beside him, “Don’t bring them into this, Rinnie.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m your fiancée.”

Suna opens his mouth to argue before shutting it promptly, “Good point.”

One of the crew members holds a sign from behind the cameras, indicating to get the interview back on topic. “Why would you ever ask her for relationship advice?” Suna chuckles, “I was the one who made the first move.”

“The interview is for the fiancée’s of the JNT, Mr. Suna,” the interviewer reminds him, “But the players are welcome to voice their own opinions as well.”

Suna stretches his arm behind his back with a yawn, a sliver of his abdomen peeking out from underneath his home shirt before disappearing quickly, “Well in that case, allow me to voice this opinion—”

You slap a hand over his mouth before he can begin, “Nope, didn’t you hear them? This is my interview, Rinnie.”

“Buhf dey shaid I can shpeak too, affhole." Suna glares from behind your hand, removing it from his mouth with a groan. “Did you even wash your hand? Tastes gross.”

“Why did you lick my hand?”

“We’ve done freakier things than that and that’s what you’re worried about?”

Your words get lodged in your throat, sputtering out hurriedly, “This is going on T.V, Rinnie!”

He looks to you with a smug smile, “Yeah, and I can’t wait to rewatch this interview and see your reaction again later.”

Your fists clench momentarily before taking a deep breath, relaxing yourself and facing the cameras with a smile. “Anyways, some relationship advice I’d give to anyone watching; make time for your spouse.”

Suna nods along to your words, “Mhm, I think that’s the most important thing in a relationship.”

“Shut up, Rinnie.”

“Ouch,” he fakes a stab through his heart, monotonous eyes but a playful grin on his lips. “I talk for two seconds and you tell your dear fiancé to shut up?”

You shake your head towards him jokingly, continuing to talk to the interviewer, “A healthy relationship means you spend time with your loved ones, and your spouse should be the most loved person in your life.”

The reporter nods, “I see, I see, what do you suggest to our viewers the best ways to spend quality time with their lover?”

“In bed.” Suna chimes in immediately, earning another smack on the shoulder from you. “What?” He looks at you with a knowing grin, “Oh, you— I didn’t mean like that, oh my god you’re sooo dirty minded.”

He chuckles, “I meant like cuddling, laying in bed together, watching movies. Y’know, wholesome things.”

“Nothing is wholesome with you,” you exasperate, speaking from personal experience. “But yes, those are great ways to spend times with your lover. They’re good times to bond with them, or just relax and unwind after a long day.”

“Yeah, after a gruelling day of practice, it’s nice to come home and lay in her arms,” Suna motions to you before leaning his head on your shoulder, his grin now replaced with a small but gentle smile. “She’s all I want to see after practice.”

“Wow,” you tease, leaning your head atop his, “and where did you learn to be so smooth, hm? Are you just playing it up for the cameras, Rinnie?”

Suna snickers, hands crossed over his chest relaxed, “I would never,” he says before mumbling close to your ear.

“I just, really like to spend time with you.”

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA.

“treat her like a lady.”

“My fiancé is out right now at the gym,” you inform the NHK station crew, their camera men follow you inside your house for the opening shots of the broadcast. “Make yourselves comfortable while you wait.”

The interviewer settles himself on a seat at your dining table as you reach for the vase of flowers atop, moving into the kitchen to pour the old water out of their vase, careful to not spill any over your kitchen counter as you refill the container with fresh water from your tap.

Refreshing the water, you carefully place the flowers back into their vase before rearranging them neatly, coming back out of the kitchen to place them back on your table and adjusting them accordingly as the interviewer watches amazed.

“Those flowers are very lovely,” he notes softly, almost as if any louder of a volume would disturb the plants, “Did you fiancé happen to get them for you?”

You smile, “yes, he did,” recalling the first time he got you a bouquet, on your first date many years ago.

“‘Toshi knows I love flowers.”

The soft click of the lock to your house causes you to perk your head up in familiarity, the frame of your fiancé’s figure coming into view as you see him placing his shoes down beside your door before coming inside.

“Welcome home, dear,” you call out to him from the kitchen, one of the camera crew’s members break off to film your fiancé as he enters the home. He drops his gym bag to the floor beside your couch, removing his jacket and hanging it on your coatrack before passing through the halls of your shared home to get to you.

Ushijima shuffles his way into the kitchen, passing by the camera crew and approaching you from behind, hugging you as his hands are wrap around your stomach, head dropping into the crook of your shoulder.

You lean into his touch, his freshly showered hair smells of the shampoo the two of you use.

“Are you showing them the flowers I got you?” He asks, eying the pretty arrangement of flowers on the table. The cameras zoom in to take a closer shot at the flowers, noting the vibrancy of the colours and the lack of thorns adorning the stems.

You and the reporter nod, Ushijima lets a small smile settle on his face. “She told me they were her favourites,” he tells the reporter.

“Hm,” he hums before turning to you, microphone extending outwards. “is that your relationship advice for the viewers then? Giving your loved one gifts?”

You shake your head quickly, “Oh, no! No, that’s not my advice— Of course, do get your partner gifts if you know they’ll enjoy them.” Ushijima straightens up, hands snaking around your waist to stand beside you as the cameras pan out to record the both of you in the same shot.

“‘Toshi just really likes to get me little things,” you smile, reminicing on all the times your eyes barely glazed over something in a store front before he was scrambling inside the shop to buy it for you, despite your pleas.

“But gifts do not have to be expensive,” You reassure the viewers again, “just little trinkets that remind you of your partner will be enough.”

Ushijima nods before lifting your hand up to the camera, showing off the engagement ring with a large diamond displayed proudly atop it. “Yes, but I do like to splurge when it comes to her.”

You retract your hand quickly, warily eying your fiancé, “‘Toshi! Don’t make the viewers think they need to buy people’s happiness with expensive gifts!”

His head tilts unsurely, “My love, do you not like the ring I got you?”

“I-I do! When did I ever say I didn’t?”

His eyes crinkle slightly in concern, “Then why are you hiding our engagement ring from the viewers?”

“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t want young, inexperienced lovers to think they need something like a huge, flashy engagement ring to be loved by someone.”

“But you deserve the best,” he rebuffs, “There is nothing I wouldn’t buy for you if you asked.”

“‘Toshi.. this isn’t really helping our case…”

The reporter turns to Ushijima, “Even though this is a special for the JNT fiancées, the players are allowed to give their own insight.” He informs your soon-to-be husband, “Do you have anything else to add for our viewers?”

Ushijima thinks for a moment, silent in thought as you look to your fiancé, and the sight of his matching engagement ring twinkling under the bright studio lights filling your home catches your eye all too quickly.

“Do you have anything you want to say, ‘Toshi?” You nudge his shoulder slightly when he continues to remain quiet, an encouraging smile on your lips.

He nods, bringing the hand with your ring on it before giving the intricately cut diamond a kiss, his piercing eyes gazing deep into yours, causing your face to heat up fervently at his wolfish grin.

“Treat your partner the best that you can, like the lady she is and deserves to be treated as.”

SHOYO HINATA.

“don’t forget your anniversaries!”

Shoyo’s leg bounces feverishly as the reporter speaks to you casually, unable to contain his excitement at being asked to join you for this broadcasted interview special.

His grin is wide, beaming whenever you sneak small glances at him whenever the reporter looks down at their cue cards of start up questions to ease into the conversation, before the real topic is brought up.

“Do you have any relationship advice for our viewers?”

You’re about to speak until Shoyo interrupts you, quite literally flying out of his seat while brightly smiling as his hand grasps yours with a tight grip, “I do, I do!”

The reporter chortles, smiling at his tactics, “Thank you, Mr. Hinata. But this interview is specifically for your fiancée.” Shoyo’s face sullens lightly until he speaks again, “But you’re allowed to give your own thoughts when she’s done.”

Shoyo slumps back into his seat dejectedly as you rub his back comfortingly, “Sorry, Sho. But just let me speak first, okay?” His pout is replaced instantaneously at your words with the usual smile he holds when around you, “Alright, baby!”

You look towards the reporter, hand still clasped in Shoyo’s securely. “Here is my advice for a healthy relationship; Don’t forget your anniversaries.”

Your fiancé’s mouth hangs open in shock at your words, head whipping to face you with a hearty laugh, “That’s what I was going to say!”

The look of shock that spreads across your face amuses him, staring at you expectantly for a few moments before you too erupt into laughter, shoulders shaking in surprise as the two of you cling to each other for support, with Shoyo nearly falling off the couch with how hard he cackles.

He clings onto your shoulder to stop himself from tumbling, which in turn causes you to laugh harder as you try to pull him back up as Shoyo calls out for you to ‘save him’.

“Baby, I’m falling!” Shoyo shrieks while howling with laughter, “Grab my hand!”

“You’re already grabbing my hand, Sho!”

Cameras stationed around your living room pan to zoom in on Shoyo’s joyful face when he fools around with you, the grip he still holds on your hand as clear as day as you jokingly attempt to rescue his bumbling self.

The out of frame reporter looks to the two of you happily, the fact that you both seem so absorbed in each other and have forgotten about the interview portion of the broadcast is surprisingly heartwarming for both the crew and the viewers watching the broadcast.

Once the two of you manage to calm down, you shyly look back to the NHK crew with a timid smile.

“Sorry,” you apologize to your interviewer, coughing as you try to hold back another bout of laughter when you catch Shoyo smiling at you again, attempting to contain his giggles. “We got a little- uhm, carried away.”

“It’s no problem,” the reporter chuckles, “I can see the two of you are very much in love, so is that the advice you wish to tell our viewers on how your relationship with each other is so healthy?”

You and Shoyo nod simultaneously, “Yeah, don’t you ever forget your partner’s anniversaries!!” Shoyo sternly but playfully warns the viewers, “I’m serious, guys! Anniversaries are important!”

“What anniversaries should our viewers be aware of when it comes to their lovers?”

This time you speak up, “Well, the major and most well known ones of course,” you begin, listing off the ones you can recall at the moment.

“For example; first month together, first year spent as a couple, birthdays could also count I suppose—”

“Did you know I proposed to her on our fifth anniversary?” Shoyo interrupts excitedly, the same happy and bright smile on his face shining when he proudly pulls up his hand to show off the ring on his finger, “I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to put the ring on her finger after she accepted!”

Recalling that memory brings warmth to your cheeks, “Yeah, he literally forgot about the ring in the box until I asked him about it later.”

“But in any case,” you circle back to original topic at hand, noticing the way Shoyo’s smile dampens a little when you switch back so quickly as you shoot him an apologetic smile, you don’t want to waste the reporter’s and NHK crew’s time any longer.

“Don’t forget your anniversaries, people! They’re a big deal for a ton of lovers!”

“Th-that’s right!” Shoyo piggybacks off your response, “And if you do forget, you better apologize a lot!”

The reporter nods, turning their attention to your fiancé. “And do you have any final thoughts for our viewers on how you maintain a healthy relationship with your fiancée, Mr. Hinata?”

Shoyo smiles deviously at the open ended question he’s been dying to answer this whole time; his hand creeping teasingly up your thigh to the small of your back as he leans in real close to you with a knowing wink, the flushed expression displayed on your face at his actions encourages him even more to continue.

His eyes glint with amusement, the mischievous grin on his lips is firm even in front of several strangers and cameras rolling in real time, footage of his behaviour being broadcasted to the entirety of Japan this very second.

And without shame or guilt, Shoyo smirks.

“Make your anniversary nights real special for her, trust me on that one.”

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sunaluv · 1 year

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more "come get your man"❗❗ with some more haikyuu boys maybe but honestly? whoever you want 🙏

i got u 😉

part 1 here

pairings: osamu, atsumu, kuroo

OSAMU

onigiri miya was due to close in the next two minutes. you watched your boyfriend close up the counter from your spot on the stool. you liked sitting in when his shop was empty like this, it felt kinda…domestic.

it triggered your thoughts on the future with the hotter twin (in your opinion), you could see yourself walking down the alter to meet him, eating on the floors of your unfurnished home, him standing behind you whilst you rocked your child to sleep—

“hey samu what should i do with these!” you almost rolled your eyes at the voice shouting from the kitchen.

osamu had explained to you how he hired one of his friends from high school to work for him as a favour. she had just finished getting her degree and was looking for work in the area.

you didn’t mind, you were secure in your relationship so there was no reason to be pissed. that was until you had met her and introduced yourself to her as his girlfriend. like a switch had flipped, she instantly started to openly show her hatred for you behind sugar coated insults and not so subtle faces she made only when your boyfriend was out of sight.

you watched osamu’s chest expand in a deep breath. he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair before flipping his cap back on, pecking your temple before heading to the back. “i’ll go see what she wants then we’ll leave, ‘kay?”

you nodded and packed your bag, leaving your space clear and waiting by the counter for your man.

a whole five minutes had passed. you haven’t heard anything which was a sign that you should go investigate, given that girls record.

“…i thought we had a rule for customers showing up before closing time.” a hushed voice whispered.

“we do, there’s no customers here.”

“so who’s still sat out front, you always do this sam—”

ahem.

two faces looked to your spot at the door opening. one looking guilty, one relieved.

“you ready to go samu?” you asked sweetly. “it’s been five minutes and it’s movie night, you know i’m dying to catch up on our franchise.” you not so subtly bragged.

he breathed out through a chuckle. “of course baby, sorry for the hold up. i’m done here anyways.” he walked towards you, missing the dropped jaw of his employee.

you wrapped your arm around his waist before you left, not before smirking at the red-faced girl who was shaking in anger? sadness? embarrassment? you didn’t care.

your shoulders dropped at the chime of the bell followed by the nights breeze as you began your comfortably silent walk home.

“you’re cute when you stake your claim on me ya know?” osamu flicked your forehead.

“shaddap.” you retorted. “if she doesn’t understand boundaries i’ll set them.”

ATSUMU

atsumu was a textbook example of a frat boy. the parties, the girls, the popularity, the girls.

the only stereotype he’s not playing into is dating the leader of the girls sorority house, and some people felt like he’s doing it all wrong.

“omg hi! welcome to—” the cheery voice dripped upon seeing you at the door. “the boys house, who do you know here?”

the girl you recognised as the sorority house leader shamelessly eyes you up and down, twirling the ends of her blonde hair.

if she was here, the rest of the girls were too. they did everything as a culty pack: traveling, partying and even dating. you always thought it was weird how they were all paired with a frat boy, but you never said anything. maybe to them at least.

they obviously hated you for being a rock in their river.

“i’m here for atsumu,” your brow quirked.

her face hardened before plastering into a plastic smile.

“sorry ya just missed him! maybe if you go to—”

“BABY IS THAT YOU!?” a loud, excited voice belonging to your boyfriend shouted.

looking over her shoulder, you watched his blonde locks fly with the wind as he shoved past the girl who let out a disheartened gasp, and picked you up before picking you up and twirling you around.

“i missed you so much,” his soft lips continuously pressed against your face before pouring all his emotion into one last kiss on your lips.

“i missed you too tsum,” you giggled “i was only gone a week though.”

“a week to long! come i have so much to catch you up on.”

again ignoring the fuming girl who had watched the whole interaction, he damn near dragged you up the stairs past all his frat bros who you made sure to shout a greeting at as you passed.

you could hear the rest of the girls from the sorority comforting the girl who was now crying, talkin bout ‘he’ll come around, you two are destined to be together. but you didn’t care, you knew atsumu knew about his rep as a frat bro and he has explained to you about how much he doesn’t care about the ‘dumb stereotypes’ and ‘he likes what he likes, and thats you’.

“you know she likes you right?”

“does she, i thought the only reason she wants me that bad is so their matchup can be completed…”

“that’s part of it, but i feel like she genuinely likes you…” you trailed.

“hey, hey,” he held your cheeks tuning your focus on him. “i don’t care about all that okay? i’m yours and yours alone”

you nodded, placing your hands over his.

“now,” he pulled out his phone going straight to the photos app “let me show ya all you’ve missed.”

KUROO

“tetsuro stopppp,” the girl who had been partnered with your boyfriend for a science project whacked his arm playfully. “omg girl tell your boyfriend to stop.”

you looked at her, then him, then back at her. “stop being a bitch tetsuro.” you played into her antics, drawing out his name like she did.

“not like that, you don’t need to be mean. it was literally a joke.” she mumbled.

kuroo’s eyes met your rolling ones across the table as he shrugged.

“so what are you guys doing after this,” she asked the both of you, but stared at kuroo.

you had explained how you were going to the mall after, so they should probably finish up so you can make it soon.

“you’re going on a date? that’s so cuuuute, there’s actually this really cute place we saw together when—”

“i’ll be right back. toilet.” kuroo stated tensely, sending you an apologetic look as he saw your panicked expression. the both of you knew what her intentions were.

she watched him leave, all the way until the toilet door closed then she turned to you. “can i be real with you a sec, have a heart to heart you know as a fellow sister.”

she didn’t let you respond before she spoke out. “i highkey think tetsu deserves better, he seems really tense around you and i know your dating or whatever but i feel like i could treat him better. i know him.”

woahwoahwoahwhat.

“no.”

“no?”

“no!” you took a deep breath in, before calling her name. “i know you like him, you haven’t even respected me or him enough to hide it. but if you really loved him or knew him, you would know how uncomfortable he feels with you openly flirting with him while he’s in a committed relationship.”

your words hit her like a truck. “you’re not listening to me,” she reached for your hands across the table which you retracted before she could reach. “he needs someone like me, i’m not trying to diss you but you dress kinda bland, your not in many classes together, he doesn’t even talk about you all that often.”

“i do when you overstep, but otherwise i’m just trying to do my work and leave.”

she turned around to see her dear tetsu, arms folded, hurt look on his face. you knew he didn’t like confrontation, so he must have been feeling a strong type of way for him to talk like this.

“tetsu—”

“kuroo.”

“tetsuro,” she stood up placing an arm on his arm which made him step back. “please just come to me, you know we’ll be good together too…”

noticing your boyfriends drastically increased discomfort, you stepped in. “i think you’ve done enough,” you put yourself between the two of them.

wordlessly, you took his larger hand in yours and left the library. after checking up on him, the two of you decided to have a home date instead.

“thanks for stepping in by the way” his voice came out small.

you squeezed his hand. “anything for you tetsu”

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natriae · 11 months

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DILF! Atsumu who meets you at his brother's Onigiri shop

DILF! Atsumu who comes in early to help with the ingredient shipment from kita to show of his muscles

DILF! Atsumu who makes constant sexual innuendos

DILF! Atsumu who brings you gifts everyday you come into work

DILF! Atsumu who tells you everyday while you prepare onigiri to quit and for you to live with him

DILF! Atsumu who on a particular bad day asked you to run away with him and you did

DILF! Atsumu who wears a swim trunks with a 3" inseam at the beach with you to show off his thighs

DILF! Atsumu who begs you to take off your cover up and show him the pretty bikini you wore under it

DILF! Atsumu who shocks you by telling you him and osamu are turning 47 this year

DILF! Atsumu who jokingly asks you to give him a show in your skimpy bikini

DILF! Atsumu who stayed sat and quiet during your lap dance once the two of you got back to the hotel

DILF! Atsumu who was stuffing hundreds in the tiny strings of the bikini for you

DILF! Atsumu who asks through his thick accent for you to marry him with a love stuck look in his eyes

DILF! Atsumu who got super excited like his highschool self when you said maybe you would let him marry you after your graduate college

DILF! Atsumu takes you on surpise trips with gift bags full of designer bags and expensive lingerie

DILF! Atsumu who you didn't let fuck you till after you graduated college just to tease him

DILF! Atsumu who spent the whole night just pleasing you not giving a flying fuck abt his hard on

DILF! Atsumu loves seeing you in white

DILF! Atsumu who had to pay his brother to not make you uncomfortable by asking abt your relationship at work

DILF! Atsumu who told osamu's kids to call you aunt y/n

DILF! Atsumu who had a soft spot of you and opened up about his dreams of always having children

DILF! Atsumu who finally got to put his dick in you on his 48th birthday and came like a virgin

DILF! Atsumu who models with you for magazines with your face hidden from the public

DILF! Atsumu who lets you and your best girl friend fuck as long as he gets to watch

DILF! Atsumu who got to hold his set of twins when he turned 49

DILF! Atsumu who purposefully wears tight t-shirts while playing with the kids so you see him as daddy and not just a dad

DILF! Atsumu with a super high libdo and accidentally gets you pregnant again

DILF! Atsumu who doesn't let you sleep in a separate bed even when you mad cuz he's absolutely smittin for you

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teamatsumu · 9 months

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Praise (Atsumu x reader one shot)

Summary: Atsumu won’t stop complimenting you, always telling you how beautiful you are. You think he’s full of crap.

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader

Word Count: 1,829

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive language, swearing

A/N: Okay, first Atsumu one shot, finally. Hopefully yall like it!

Your short huffs and the click, click, click of your heels were the only sounds on the concrete of the parking lot as you made your way to your car. The night air was particularly still today, causing you to build up a sweat within minutes of being outside. You fumbled with your tiny purse to pull out your keys, settling into the driver’s seat before sighing and letting your shoulders slump. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the seat, feeling your lips turn into a frown.

This did not go how you thought it would.

Your date was nice enough. He was kind and asked all the right questions. He hummed in all the right places and told you enough about himself and his life to get you intrigued. You were feeling very happy with how the night was progressing. You were sure, positive, that there would be a second date. How could there not? You both were vibing like crazy.

It seems you had completely misread him though.

Right outside the restaurant, just as you were about to suggest you two go for a little walk and continue talking, he had raised a sheepish hand to rub the back of his neck, apologizing that you just weren’t his type. He thought he was being subtle when he looked you up and down as he said it, but you knew what he meant immediately.

He didn’t find you attractive.

If this had been a few years ago, you would’ve been crushed at the thought. But you were no longer the timid girl from high school anymore. You were a grown woman with a good career. Things like this didn’t faze you much now. You were more annoyed than anything else at having wasted your one free night on something like this. Dating wasn’t something you were particularly interested in at this point in your life, not when you had finally started settling in at your job. And the thought that tomorrow at work a certain blond setter would ride your ass until you told him how the date went made you scowl even harder.

Sometimes you wondered if Atsumu had ever heard the word ‘professionalism’ in his life. He sure as hell didn’t show it. Especially when it came to you.

You had joined MSBY as their brand new manager seven months ago. You had been slightly timid at first, and way in over your head, having to manage a V1 Volleyball team right off the bat. Combine that with how hyper some of the members could be, and you had the perfect recipe for chaos. At that time, you hadn’t anticipated that these boys would become some of your closest friends. And you couldn’t have ever dreamed that Miya Atsumu of all people would be the one you’re most fond of.

Atsumu loved to claim that you had caught his eye as soon as he saw you, boasting that he had seen your potential and that you would be sticking with them for a long time. He had been right, of course. MSBY was notorious for going through managers like they were candy. No one stuck around after the first month. Except you, and Atsumu liked to think it was because of him.

True to his nature, he had flirted with you endlessly since you joined the team. If it wasn’t corny one-liners that showed you just how much of a dork he was, it was stupid and sleazy innuendos that made Sakusa groan and glare at him in distaste every time. Nothing deterred Atsumu though. He was hell bent on reminding you that you were the ‘prettiest manager we ever had’. And he thinks it’s because he made you feel so welcome (his words not yours), that you had stuck around for so long.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that his incessant flirting had actually made things much more difficult for a while.

It was Atsumu who had hyped up the prospect of you going on a date. He had ranted and raved that your date was a ‘lucky son of a bitch’ and how you would blow him away the minute he saw you. He had gone on and on until you were red in the face and scolding him to stop and get back on the court to practice.

You blamed him for your current predicament actually. No matter how much you ignored him or shot him down, his constant compliments had gotten to you. How could they not? You were still human, and Atsumu was, by your own admission, an attractive guy. Him telling you that you look beautiful more or less every day had given you this false confidence in yourself and that’s why you had agreed to go on a date in the first place.

(You knew your reasoning was a stretch. But blaming Atsumu felt good so you went with it.)

Your phone pinged, shaking you from your thoughts. You narrowed your eyes at the phone screen. Speak of the devil.

Miya: How’s it goin’? Ya gettin laid tonite? ;)

You rolled your eyes at the text. Thumbs typing a reply quickly.

You: Make me something to eat. Preferably ramen.

Miya: Aw no :( That bad?

You didn’t reply, putting the car in gear and heading over to your new destination.

……………………………..

A steaming bowl of beef noodles waited for you at the Miya residence, which you slurped down even though you had dinner not even an hour ago. Atsumu puttered around in the kitchen behind you as you half-focused on whatever volleyball game he was going through on the TV. You had hiked your dress up to your hips, Atsumu’s gray sweatpants covering your legs. Your hair was pulled into a messy knot on top of your head to keep it off your sweaty neck.

He finally sat down next to you with his own bowl, and the sounds of slurping and gulping overtook the thumps and cheers coming from the screen in front of you. For a minute, you two basked in the silence.

“So what happened?” He asked with a full mouth, voice slightly muffled. His eyes were still focused on the screen before him.

You sighed and chewed. “He said I wasn’t his type.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes at that and made a face. “‘Course yer not. Yer way too much for him ta handle.”

You gave him an offended look. “Huh?”

Atsumu nodded. “I mean, look at ya.” He gestured vaguely with his chopsticks. “And in that dress? Phew.”

You rolled your eyes. “You always do this, Miya. You always say all this mushy crap. This is all your fault.”

That made him pause, wide brown eyes looking at you. “Ha? How is it ma fault? What did I do?”

You glared down at your bowl as you thought of your next words. “You always talk about how beautiful I am,” you cringed. “Saying all these things to make me feel confident. Then I talk to an actual guy and realize you had built me up for nothing.”

Silence filled the space between you two as you stuffed another generous helping of noodles into your mouth, glaring at the TV and trying to ignore Atsumu’s stare on the side of your head as he set his bowl down on the coffee table.

“Okay, first of all, what do ya mean by ‘actual guy’?” He pouted in indignation, crossing his arms. You nearly snorted at the image. “Second, I never lied to ya! Not once! Well-” he stopped abruptly and pursed his lips in thought. “That dress ya wore for Bokuto’s birthday last month was fuckin’ hideous but-”

“Hey!”

“But that’s the dress’s fault, not yers!” He finished loudly. “I mean, ya still looked fuckin’ gorgeous-”

“Stop-” You held a hand up, placing your bowl next to Atsumu’s before frowning at him. “That’s what I’m talking about. Why do you keep doing that?”

He let out a frustrated huff. “Ya think I’m lyin’? Ya think yer not pretty?”

You shrugged. “I mean, I’m okay.”

Atsumu was already shaking his head at you, still scowling, his arms crossed. You trailed off and stared at him. It felt like you were being scolded like a child.

“I wouldn’ lie to ya, Y/N.” He said quietly. “Ya gotta be one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen. Like for real.” He ruffled his hair a bit, sighing. “That jerk made ya get all insecure ‘bout yerself. I gotta fix this.”

You could feel your neck heat up at his words, looking back at the TV when the sight of him became too much. This is exactly what annoyed you about Atsumu. He was too blasé about saying this stuff. He came off as so intimate at times, his words crossed so many boundaries. He didn’t even realize how much you were affected by his bold remarks, especially when he was sitting right there before you, in a black tee that stretched just right over his chest, and shorts that showed off his gorgeous thighs-

You closed your eyes and breathed deep and thinking about his words. How the hell was he going to “fix” this?

You nearly yelped out loud when you felt something soft make contact with your lips, eyes popping open to comprehend that Atsumu, your annoying, volleyball-playing, smirking, rowdy, smoking hot coworker was kissing you, placing a hand behind your head so you wouldn’t pull away, moving his lips over yours so deliciously it made your breath stutter and your eyelids flutter shut, until you were giving in and kissing him back. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, feeling yourself melt when Atsumu thumbed at the corner of your jaw, tilting your head so his mouth fit against you better. Your hands remained frozen in your lap, unable to move in case it broke the spell over you two. You let him guide the kiss, reveling in how soft his lips felt and how good he smelled so up close.

It felt like it was over too soon when you separated with a last, loud smooching sound that made your cheeks flush. Your breaths mingled, Atsumu not pulling away more than a few inches. You looked into his wide brown eyes, saw how his pupils dilated, the red that was creeping up from his neck to his ears.

“Ya believe me now?” He muttered, staring directly at your lips with a look so heated that it made your insides squirm. You hummed.

“I think,” you sighed. “I think I’m going to need a lot more convincing.”

He smirked at that, a teasing glint entering his eyes as his lips met yours again, harder this time, more sure, pushing forward until you were falling back into the plush cushion beneath you and his massive frame was hovering over you, the sounds of the TV completely ignored in the background.

…………………………….

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