Volleyball isn’t exactly the most popular sport but handsome, charming Miya Atsumu, starting setting of the MSBY Black Jackals has his share of fangirls nonetheless. He has never given you any cause to worry, always keeping a respectful distance from them, bowing and thanking them for their support before trying his best to disappear after matches and teleport himself back home to you.
You know he doesn’t care for fame or the fans.
He only cares about playing volleyball. He only cares about you.
Still, it’s hard not to doubt yourself sometimes when you’re feeling blue. It just happens to be one of those days. You wake up to pouring rain, miss your train, get shouted at by your boss for making two typos in a presentation you only had an hour to prepare for. It all comes to a head when you rush to watch his match and watch as your boyfriend gets swarmed by his fangirls yet again.
He takes a while to notice that you’re being uncharacteristically quiet when you reach home. In his defence, he did just win a match overr EJP Raijin, so he’s busy sending triumphant selfies and taunts to Suna just to rub it in. He doesn’t have Kita keeping him in line anymore (no, the Inarizaki group chat does not count).
But he catches on soon enough when you sniffle into your pillow, pull your blanket over your head.
“Rough day?” he asks, rubbing soothing circles into your back.
He thinks he hears another sniff, the sound muffled by layers of cloth and fluff hiding you from him. Perhaps he should give you your space, let you mope and get whatever it is out of your system, but he hates even the thought of you being sad.
So he slips nimble fingers beneath the sheets, attacking your weak spot with tickles until you squeal with laughter and capitulate, throwing the blankets down while wheezing.
“Wanna tell me what’s wrong, doll?”
He listens as you whine about your day, nods at the right places, curses your boss. But he frowns when you meekly admit that you’re just a little insecure that you’re not good enough for him - not when he has fans throwing themselves at him left right and center - an exaggeration, he disagrees as you huff.
“You’re not allowed to laugh at me”, you poke his belly as he rolls over his side, raises his hands in mock defeat.
“Never”, he avers. “But seriously, ya got nothin’ to worry about.”
Miya Atsumu x reader (platonic, maybe) warnings: alcohol mentions, drunk idiots, breaking and entering content: gender neutral reader, dumb drunk antics, fluff, atsumu thinks he can make onigiris, they break into osamus shop, “if i die, im going to haunt you” prompt, short drabble more likely wordcount: 717
notes: i havent actually read the hq manga for a while, so this timeskip knowledge is loosely based off of what i know from tumblr, may not be accurate! i used a prompt from this list! this is pretty platonic but ig u can read more into it if you’d like. first time i tried using a prompt! only my second reader fanfic EVER, i hope u enjoy !!! :^) <3333
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Honestly, you’re not sure how you even ended up in front of Onigiri Miya at 2AM with Atsumu. You were visiting your childhood friend and he decided to treat you to a night in town, where you, after eating extreme amounts of delicious foods in a fancy restaurant you would never be able to afford on your own, also had just a tiny bit too much to drink.
You were walking in the park, your arms behind your back, Atsumu proudly telling you about Onigiri Miya – as if you hadn’t already visited the place a couple days prior when you arrived - and how Osamu would have tuna and spring onion rice balls ready for him whenever he needed it.
“But yaknow, that asshat isn’t afraid to charge me at all,” he complained, stumbling a bit while walking. “But I betchu, I Bet! That I can made just as delicious rice balls, dontcha think so?”
He looks at you with his signature smirk and the confidence he usually exudes on the court. All you did was raise an eyebrow at him while a contemplative and distrusting “hmm,” left your mouth.
Atsumu’s hand rose to his chest in what looked like genuine surprise, almost whispering your name, “How could you say that!”
“’Tsumu, I didn’t say anything?” “That’s what hurts the most!” You laughed, breathing in the comfortable summer air while looking up at the night sky. You honestly thought the conversation was over and he’d move onto something else.
warnings/tags: childhood friends to lovers, reader has a male ex
word count: 0.8k
“the world’s full of good things,” atsumu tells you, eight years-old and grubby-cheeked, “like volleyball.”
you frown, and the action displaces some of the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, “but i don’t like volleyball.”
“there’s onigiri,” osamu says, squatting and offering a hand, “and don’t ya like popsicles?” you eye his hand warily, grudgingly allowing him to pull you up.
“c’mon, let’s go already,” atsumu whines, “baa-chan said she’d cook dinner.” he barely spares your scraped knees a glance. “stop crying, brat.”
you scrunch your nose up in annoyance, and osamu’s hold on your arm tightens a fraction - like he knows you’re about to launch yourself at his brother. “you’re a brat,” you settle for saying childishly, sticking out your tongue for good measure.
atsumu rolls his eyes. “whatever,” he grumbles, kicking huffily at the ground.
Reader:F Character:Atsumu Miya Rating:G Summary: You didn’t often wake up cranky which was something that Atsumu was quite thankful for. He hated when his baby got too cranky. But last night you got into his supply of Swiss Chocolate flavoured Monster Energy drinks, thought it tasted like chocolate milk and then stayed up till around five in the morning. Warning:SFW Little Space, Fluff Ask Box: Open|Commission Me!|Join me on Patreon
You didn’t often wake up cranky which was something that Atsumu was quite thankful for. He hated when his baby got too cranky. But last night you got into his supply of Swiss Chocolate flavoured Monster Energy drinks, thought it tasted like chocolate milk and then stayed up till around five in the morning.
You were so hyper, even after Atsumu tried to make you drink water, gave you some crackers to munch on and even some sleepy warm bedtime milk. You were a hyper little thing until you were in the middle of watching Sailor Moon and crashed on the couch, curled up beside you cat pillow.
Atsumu carried you to bed and made sure you were tucked in before he brushed his teeth and got into bed beside you. He thought that was the end of his problems, until you woke up still in little space and very grumpy. No matter what he did you were still far too grumpy to be reasoned with.
“Want pancakes?”
“No.”
“Want a bath?”
“No.”
“Playtime?”
“No.”
Atsumu didn’t know what to do. You were bundled up in your blankets on the bed, with your stuffed animals scattered around you. You looked like his normal baby girl, but you were so crabby.
“Are c’mon my little crab apple, why don’t you get out of bed. I’ll make you a little omelette and you can have some milk to drink.” He sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed your arm over the blanket.
“I don’t wanna get up.” You grumbled into the pillow, “I don’t want to do anything!” You grabbed one of your stuffed animals and hit him with it and then made a small ‘hmpf!” noise.
He grabbed the stuffed animal and put it beside you once more, “We don’t throw things little one, you know the rules. So why are you so cranky my little milk carton?” He asked as he continued rub your arm.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” You huffed as you buried yourself further into the pillows and gripped onto one of your bigger stuffed animals for comfort. You didn’t even know what was wrong, you were just cranky and sad. You woke up in a mood and you didn’t know how to solve it.
Atsumu sighed and got back into bed with you and held you in his arms. He rubbed you gently, his lips up against your neck as he left soft wet kisses. He wanted to soothe you, get you out of whatever bad mood you were having.
“Does baby not feel well from all the Monster Energies you had last night?” He asked softly. That was the only thing that changed between last night and now. The body can only have so much Monster Energy or energy drinks in general.
You grumbled something into the pillow and gripped onto the stuffed animal tighter. You looked like a crabby little baby. He kissed the top of your head and let you hold onto your stuffed animal. He knew that you needed to soothe yourself with little space, maybe it was because you crashed so hard.
“Does baby want some apple slices? Maybe a pear with some peanut butter?” He cooed at you. He was surprised how well he took to playing the role of a daddy dom, when you first started dating you had to guide him, but now he knew all your tricks and tips to be little.
You rolled over to face him, still clutching onto the stuffed animal in your arms. You looked up at him lovingly, “Apples?”
“Yeah, it’ll help. You need to eat and I know how much you like when I do an apple smile.” He suggested as he cupped your cheek for a moment and moved down on the bed to kiss you on the lips.
You melted into the kiss, the affection was something you couldn’t stay mad at. No matter how grumpy you got, you always loved the taste of sweet apples and daddy’s kisses.
He soon got off the bed and handed you another stuffed animal to hold onto. You wrapped your arms around both large stuffed animals and nuzzled them affectionately. He gave you one last smile, happy you were coming out of your cranky state.
He went to the kitchen and chopped up two of the biggest red apples that he had in the fridge, a dollop of peanut butter on a plastic plate and served it to you. He brought it back to the bedroom and found you still lying there with your stuffed animals still in your arms. He sat on the edge of the bed and said, “C’mon baby, sit up and eat your apples.”
You got up, still a little grumpy and tired. You made grabby hands towards the plate and Atsumu handed it to you to sit it on your blanket covered lap. Sleepily you started to eat the slices while Atsumu rubbed your head.
“Does my baby feel cranky still?” He asked as you were almost halfway through the slices.
You nodded your head and pouted around the slice that was in your mouth. You had a bit of peanut butter on your chin and your eyes were still full of sleep. You rubbed them with the back of your hand.
“Aw, keep eating and then we’ll settle down for some more sleep. But how about we never have Monster energy ever again, okay? Let’s only stick to regular chocolate milk. That’s what my baby needs more.” He kissed the top of your head.
You rubbed yourself up against him as you continued to eat. You were started to feel less cranky but you were still sleepy. You crashed pretty hard. Once you finished eating, Atsumu patted you on the head.
“Alright, do you want some more sleep, baby cakes?” He asked as he took the plate and put it on the nightstand. He then went back to rubbing your head as he got back into bed with you.
You yawned loudly and nodded your head. You felt him wipe the peanut butter off your chin and lick it off his thumb then he got comfortable beside you on the bed.
“My sleepy little baby.” He chuckled, “Too small to have energy drinks.”
You nodded, “Little baby.” And yawned again.
He held you in his arms and kissed the top of your head, “No more energy drinks for you. If you want chocolate milk, you can have chocolate milk, but no more Monster. Even if you really, really want it.”
You nodded like the good little girl you were and held onto him gently, “Okay, daddy.” You then closed your eyes and let yourself drift off to sleep, being held by your beloved daddy.
“After nap time, we’ll have some proper pancakes.” He promised with another kiss before he got settled for a small nap.
boyfriend!atsumu who doesn’t understand why you’re still here with him even after he had neglected you for the past weeks in favor of improving his volleyball skills for the upcoming heated games.
he doesn’t get it why you’re still coming day after day to their practices just to see him for an hour or two before going back on your own since boyfriend!atsumu wants to go out with his friends late at night nowadays and don’t have time to take you home.
boyfriend!atsumu who knows (obviously) he’s been acting like a real jerk and haven’t been treating you right yet instead of apologizing, his stubborn ass avoids confronting you.
he gets a lot of scolding from his twin brother and friends for letting things go south with you. convincing himself there’s nothing severely wrong, boyfriend!atsumu continues to ignore everyone, glaring at whoever tries to speak to him — with you as the exception. he’d still be communicating with you although it comes as brief and slightly strained but you take what you can get and don’t complain.
boyfriend!atsumu who looks back at the memory of how you two got together in highschool. a small smile on his lips at remembering how you mustered up all the courage to confess to him, your whole face erupting to flames. he remembers how he thought you were interesting and amusing so he agreed to be in a relationship. he thought it would only last for several weeks but he was so wrong. you proved him wrong.
boyfriend!atsumu who’s afraid you’d finally tire of him and his irritating personality. one of his nightmares coming true if you ever decide he’s not worth it and realize you could be with someone better than him who looks after you and gives you his all. he doesn’t know what he’ll do if that ever happens.
you understood him. you were always full of patience when it comes to him. when you get angry at the nonsense things he’d done, you were still so accepting of him by the end of the day. you were there beside him through all the good and bad times as cheesy and cliché it can sound right now. you once said that your happiness lies with him being happy with you. you always told boyfriend!atsumu you love him with all of your heart. you’d do anything to make everything work between the two of you.
boyfriend!atsumuwho curses aloud and slammed his head on the wall so hard he’s sure it would bruise later because he’d finallyadmit to himself — and to the whole damn world if he needed to — how much he was holding back on completely loving you. he was so unsure of himself, filled with insecurities and hatred towards the attitude he gives towards you. he always feels he isn’t giving enough for someone as amazing as you which is why he resorted on pushing you away and pretending that he didn’t absolutely loathed the fact that he was so close yet so far away from you when he does so.
his dignity can go to hell he tells himself as boyfriend!atsumu gets down on his knees in front of you as soon as he finds you standing in the kitchen making dinner. you release a startled gasp, gripping tightly the plate on your hand when you stared down at him. he hugs your waist and plants his face flat on your stomach, feeling you tense up but then relax on his hold.
boyfriend!atsumu softly tells you he’s sorry. he wants to pour out everything because you deserved to know how idiotic he has been and he’s ready to beg for you to stay and give him another chance because he’d also do anything to make it work between you two. he exhales shakily when you placed the plate down on the counter and made him let go so you could get on your knees too so you’d be eye level with each other.
you gaze at one another as you answered so quietly just for his ears to hear. you’re not mad at him. you knew his inner conflict (courtesy of osamu and rin), and wanted him to figure things out on his own. you did reveal you were saddened by his actions but laughed it off now when boyfriend!atsumu is staring at you like a giant sad and guilty puppy.
he doesn’t think it’s pathetic that he’s tearing up when you smile at him so sweetly and so fondly — the same kind of smile that’s reserved only for him to see. only for him to savor. he cups your face tenderly and kisses you for the first time in awhile, eager to show you how much he’d missed you. and with bated breath boyfriend!atsumu tells you he loves you so much and you don’t have to find someone better because he’d be better for you. he promises sincerely to you.
“what if i turned into a worm? would you still love me?”
“…..”
“i would be a handsome worm.”
“osamu! ‘tsumu is drunk again!!”
you hear said man groan in annoyance at his twin’s antics. he should’ve never left his brother alone in that reunion party.
why couldn’t osamu just peacefully spend time with his sister-in-law (you asked him to teach you a few dishes he knows and he without hesitation agrees) as well as play with his favorite baby nephew.
feeling quite guilty, you gave your apology to osamu for keeping his time and even needing his assistance to take care of this situation at the moment.
“nothing to be sorry about, (y/n). it’s not your fault this asshat of a husband of yours can’t control his drinking habits.”
you laugh light-heartedly at what he said meanwhile atsumu pouts and protests in the corner as he fiddles with the ends of his bangs.
“i am so not drunk…”
“you said you’d tone down the alcohol 'tsumu. i’m a bit dissaponted in you.”
he senses the seriousness in your tone despite how you make it seem playful. atsumu quickly goes to your side and gives you a side hug.
“great. can’t believe i have to witness him acting like this.”
osamu returns to the kitchen to begin cleaning up everything that you both have used at the same time placing the dishes you’ve managed to cook stored inside your refrigerator. he then directs his attention to his nephew who was busy watching a random cartoon on the television.
“hey, let’s brush your teeth.”
you give atsumu a few pats on the head (you’d let it pass this time), ushering him to get sober enough to help you tuck both your son in bed — a nightly routine you three love to partake in.
he silently lets you lead him to the sink for the bathroom is currently occupied by the other two. you tried asking about how his day went but he tells you he doesn’t remember much right now except for accepting the challenge to chug down so many bottles. you resisted the urge to pull his ear to reprimand him. even as a father he can still be a youngster. well, it’s not as if it wasn’t expected from miya atsumu.
it took half an hour before atsumu and you were able to convince your son to sleep. stepping out of the boy’s room, you two notice osamu casually laid on the sofa. when he does stare at you and his twin, he points at the kitchen. looking at it, you found it already nice and tidy.
“thanks for today, osamu.”
“anytime, (y/n).”
his brother only sends him a thumbs up, too stubborn to verbally praise the other. osamu rolls his eyes, stands up just to smack atsumu’s back which in turn results with the blonde screaming in anger.
since he knows you were there with him (and osamu was in his territory), atsumu wraps your arms around his waist so you were giving him a back hug and proceed to stick his tongue out. this without a doubt aggravates his twin more because of how childlike he was being.
“not the dog energy again. you should just bark instead of talking if you were one, don’t you think so? and stop using (y/n) for your immaturity!”
“says the guy who’s always wanting my son’s attention because he’s the only kid who likes you! yer just jealous i have a wife!”
you could only sigh and hope you’d be able to stop or at the least make them yell quieter (if they could do that) so they won’t wake your son or any neighbor up. you then realize the twins were now throwing phrases and words you couldn’t quite understand due to their kansai dialect.
notes ; wore heels to an event, this thought came to mind driving home … i cried
ATSUMUwas more than ready to leave this place. the many lights and cameras flashing in all directions made him effortlessly dizzy, and with that dizziness he couldn’t focus on just how gorgeous you were. but honestly, in that dress that hugged you so perfectly you could make anyone drop to the floor at your command felt so unfair. he was genuinely in awe, fully taking in your power. however, signing countless autographs with an already cramped hand and interviews asking the same nosy questions left an exhausted miya in their dust. so the moment he got note of your agreement to leave, he took the chance with haste. “can you make the trip ?” he giggled, eyeing your hobbling form with amusement. you were not having it, making this situation all the more entertaining to him. “shut up tsum…. my feet hurt so bad..” you whined, nearly stumbling into him and right onto the parking lot pavement until he caught you. the setters brows knit worriedly, pulling the tote bag from your shoulders. “well you should’ve just told me baby.” he huffed, bending over to ease your way on his back as a comfy piggy back ride. “what’re you doing ?” you motioned, apparently confused. “hop on sweetheart, i’m being nice.” this caused your face to break into laughter. “such a gentleman.”
AKAASHI had recently been researching different hiking trails to explore. no, he wasn’t a outdoor person but it was boring in the house and he wasn’t going to waste his day with you doing nothing—so instead, he resorted to hiking. yet it appeared he overestimated the length of this trail in particular, pacing himself to make it to the turn-around point. “k..keiji..” you choked out in hurried gasps, causing the editor to glance behind at you and notice your frazzled state. “do you need a break love ?” he eased, holding out a prepared water bottle for you. “i need a car.” you weakly replied, head leering back. “we can turn around here.” he added, brows rising curiously at your once full bottle being handed back in only a few seconds. “please.” and so. well, maybe keiji was overestimating the intensity after all, because your loud heaving allowed the poor decision to sink in further. “do you need a ride ?” he brought up carefully, your head shooting upwards so quickly it became difficult to contain his laughter. “what ? ride ? where ?” — “here.” the raven-head beckoned to himself expectantly. “aw thanks baby.” you sheepishly smiled at his consideration, not wasting the opportunity. nonetheless, halfway down the path back you’d fallen asleep, cheek smudged a giant his shoulder. adorable. “hold on a little longer, we’re almost there dear.”
SAKUSA, only for you, allowed more “intimate contact.” that “intimate contact” despite your assumption consisted massages or perhaps hugs even. a common misconception. you see, you’d attended his practice the day before, underestimating the constant movement of the players bustling from position to position. now laying in bed the morning after, getting up proved a harder obstacle than before. whilst kiyoomi easily rose, preparing breakfast in the kitchen with his soft humming vibrating into your shared bedroom. “kiyoommiii—“ you dragged out, flayed on the bed unhappily. it was impossible, you absolutely could not get out of bed. “what is it ?” he stood by the doorway, observing your dilemma. looking just as breathtaking as always with his messy black curls dancing to his steps. “.. can you massage my feet ?” hesitantly sinking into the sheets you didn’t dare to peek out. unbeknownst to you, the feeling of cold hands rubbing your aching feet stirred your frame. “where does it hurt ?” he narrowed his eyes, brows knitting with concentration. you anticipated a hard ‘no’ and for him to disappear, his willingly loving gestures causing your chest to squeeze with affection. your lack of reply was answered with a soft tap on your leg from the outside. “tell me where it hurts, i’ll be gentle, just tell me when to stop.” this soft side to sakusa was too sweet to handle.
USHIJIMA insisted upon joining you for drinks with a few drinks. he knew this was marking a long time since seeing your work-friends and your drinking intentions would fly out of the window quickly. with this in mind, he quietly sat beside you like an obedient puppy awaiting his cue. the mentioned ‘cue’ being when you began talking nonsense, leaning towards ushijima in a dazed manner. he was easily adjusted to these antics, good thing his presence was present. “and i thought, ‘toshi, you’re saying this to me ?’” the table ‘awwwed’ at your story referring his morning kisses and soft words he awoke you with, ushijima’s face hearing up progressively. “alright, thank you for tonight everyone, i’ll be taking her back now.” he bowed politely, at that moment your reddened heel catching his gaze. the blister forming had gone unnoticed before, but the discovery fueled him to be extra tedious. lightly lifting you bridal style in his arms, he proceeded to carry you to the car—continuously hushing your babbles with small cheek kisses. the ‘morning kisses and soft words’ portion of the earlier story repeated itself the next morning. uninvited but definitely not disliked. the best part being his husky morning voice, heart fluttering.
OIKAWA felt thrilled to dance with you, the multicolored leds casting an authentic glow that lit up the argentine dance floor in a versions array of color. the entire feeling was ethereal. tipsy, but morally more drunk in love than alcohol. your body in his arms with fluid movement left him speechless. ethereal was a good word for it. too wasted to stay any later, his phone screen flashing furiously with a bright 2:48AM told him plenty. fumbling to the taxi, his attention became snagged when you weight fell to the ground, his focus trained fully on you. “are you okay ? babe ? !” he shrieked, wooden orbs filled with panic. “yeah toru .. i think i rolled my ankle.” you lips puckered unrealistically, drenched in the stench of alcohol. “okay okay okay let’s see..” he spoke to himself worriedly, hauling you in a child-like position to lift you up, all the way to the awaiting taxi. “i got you i got you ..” he frantically reminded, the aftermath resulting in a wiped out oikawa spooned in your chest. and from the moment he pried an eye open he was tending to your every need, convinced you were dying. it was quite relaxing actually.
ATSUMUwalked around the park with you, fingers intertwined with comfortably. today was his day off and he was not going to waste it. by absolutely no means necessary—“WAHHH ! !“ the ear rapturing cries rang from a small child, now clinging to your leg like a vice. “hey there little one, what’s wrong ?” you ushered softly, stroking his head gently. this immensely stalled his internal annoyance, just how kind you were. especially with this frightened child. his heart melting into a puddle of love. “m-m-my mommyy..” the boy sniffled, rubbing furiously at his nose. “you lost your mommy ? okay okay, let’s not cry, she’ll be here somewhere.” you eased, holding the child’s hand as you beckoned atsumu forward to follow. soon enough, you discovered the mother appearing just as distressed, once returning the child to his mother, the setter scooped you in his arms. squeezing your figure warmly. “i’m so in loveee….” he swooned, burying his face in your neck with muffled kisses littering on every expanse of skin. “tsumie what’re you doing ?” you giggled, squirming in his hold. “let’s have some kids in the future okay ? i don’t think i can wait much longer anyways.” he hummed, earning a small gasp by you, laughter not far behind.
OSAMU leaned on the countertop, conversing easily with you and his flirty comments flying in each direction ( as per usual ). this was his favorite time of day, where he could just immerse himself in chatter with you. aimless at that. easy conversation that didn’t require much effort, finalizing with you pulled in his embrace with his lips on yours. there was nothing more he wanted than that. well, maybe there was. maybe when a peculiar little one raced through the doors, a bewildered woman trailing after hopelessly. “see mommy ! it’s osamu mira ! the volleyball player !” the child shrieked with glee, bursting into the air then to climb beside the miya happily. “oh my gods i’m so sorry to interrupt your time, my daughter is just a huge fan.” the butchered name the girl gave him causing him to chuckle heartily. scooping the curious magnet in his arms, she marveled at him with stars sparkling in her eyes. you couldn’t help but grin, your husband is so charming. always has been, always will be. “my fan huh ? i might just have to write you an autograph.” he winked foolishly. the little one kicking her feet with eagerness, pulling a small plushie of himself from her purse. “please sign him.” she asked politely, holding the plushie out. osamu was having the time of his life. “of course, so nice of you to come in to see me.” as he handed back the signed plushie, the mother collected her daughter and apologizing profusely. “don’t worry about it ! come back again sweetheart.”
SAKUSAneverhated kids, he just didn’t feel the urge to be around them. ever. well, possibly a little bit. but a midget amount. until a weepy little girl with pink bows in her hand ran up to him, crying her absolute eyes out. “i can’t find my mommmmyyy..” she whined, plopping down on her butt sadly. i mean he couldn’t just abandon her here, it’s dangerous by herself. yet the idea of holding her germ filled hands sent shivers down his hand. however, in that moment he sucked it up. thinking of what you’d do. if he wanted to see you round with child at some point, he’d have to adjust. squatting fown with furrowed brows, he spoke. “alright, can you remember where you were last ? what did you see ?” he tried to make it easy but the crying seemed endless. this was big. thee sakusa kiyoomi holding a baby ? crazy. he didn’t even expect himself to. but still he lightly patted the mini’s back. “you don’t need to cry.” he carefully edged the child to make eye contact with him. eyes filled with trust. “we’ll find her, i promise.” he lifted his pinkie childishly, the little girl linking hers while echoing ‘promise.’ it was quite a sight for you to encounter, heart swelling with adoration for the reserved consideration of your husband. he did find the girls parents, who seemed just as flustered. he excused himself to you seconds after sending farewell, relaxing around you. “you’re so sweet kiyoomi.” — “well i’ll have to get used to it when we have little ones around the house.” you blushed involuntarily at his words, covering your face. “omi..”
SUNA appeared too sly to deal with children. far too mischievous even for you( occasionally ). today you had both volunteered at the child center, something you’ve been wanting to do for a bit. rintarou being dragged along with you. and trust me, the toddlers were madly in love with suna, enamored by his quiet yet snide personality. even if he were to earnestly degrade them, they’d only laugh hysterically as if he had said the most hilarious thing ever. he found this very entertaining, especially with you pretty eyes trained on him. trying to gear you to understand the signs he was expressing. at some point he was aghast at how oblivious you were, simply taking his actions with a grain of salt. he was practically spelling out how badly he wanted this with you. to have a baby, together. despite his lack of passion outside of it. but right now he was putting his all into telling you. somehow. finally he’d had enough, arriving home to snuggle against you with a loud huff of frustration. “why can’t you see ?” he pondered aloud, voice rumbling beside your ears, goosebumps littering your skin. “what is it rinnie ?” you leaned against his chest, eyes shifting closed comfortably—he was warm. “can we have this ?” you immediately understood, his hands coming to massage your tummy and hips needily. he couldn’t be more ready. butterfly kisses peppering along your collarbones. “you want ?” you whispered. “i want.”
notes ; i finally got around to answering some asks ! more are to come, but for now i hope this’ll serve as some form of compensation ( _ _|| ). thank you for your kind words as well ^^
ATSUMU rocked the crib quietly, you were leaning on the doorway, eyes hardly cracking open with fatigue. he’d insisted that he’d go check on her when she began crying for the fifth night in a row, aware of just how exhausted you were. he held a soft smile on his face despite the tired eyes that watched, about to reach forward to hold the baby to his chest. he glanced at his hands skeptically, brows furrowing. “darlin’ i don’t know if i should hold her, i mean, my hands are so rough. i don’t wanna hurt her.” he sighed, slumping sadly. “you’re talking about your hands?” you waddled forward, smaller hands holding onto his to bring them against your cheek. “you won’t hurt her, and your hands are soft and warm. she’ll love them just as much as i do.” giggling softly at his reddened cheeks in fluster. “alrighty then.” he scooped her up ever so carefully, lifting her to his face while her tiny hands held his face just as yours had done many times before. “hey beautiful, your daddy loves you more than anything y’know.”
KAGEYAMA brought his little girl to the gymnasium with him early so they could play around and get used to the “feel” as tobio exclaimed with easily noticeable excitement.. that idea in mind, he’d spent what felt to be hours teaching the mini to set a ball( it was makeshift in the end ). “yes !” he jumped into the air happily, she’d finally managed to lift the ball a small portion into the air with her tiny fingers. he was beaming with pride. “c’mere ! you did so good !” he bounced around, stalling to drop to a crouch when ushering his daughter to him. yet once she arrived closer, he hesitated. he had calloused bruising at his hands for almost every finger. and the look she gave him when he didn’t airplane her( what she called it when he spun her around in the air ) broke his heart to pieces. “why no airplane daddy ?” he tilted her head comically, to which he leaned back on his heels in dismay. “mm .. daddy’s hands aren’t comfy babydoll, you wouldn’t want them on your pretty face.” she stomped her foot with a loud huff. “but i love daddy ! and airplane ! der ( there ) is nofing ( nothing ) wrong wif ( with ) your hands !” she forcefully grabbed his wrist, smiling with her missing tooth on display. so stinkin’ cute, how could he resist.
USHIJIMA had always been taken as a harsh person. maybe it was his demeanor that appeared cold and calculating that left people with that impression. or his constant drive to work harder, push harder. but to your little boy, he was nothing but a gentle giant. a teddy bear to put it perfectly. the littlest things he’d do, or the way he’d look at him. oh the way he’d look at him. the sweetest thing ever i swear. he’d offer kind reminders to wash his hands and greet others respectfully. now his son munched away at the dishes scattered on the table. although the thought of wakatoshi’s strength just registered to him as he sat. how easily he could hurt him. it scared the ace thoroughly. that pit of worry bursting into a vivacious cherry. so when he noticed the grain of rice clinging to his boy’s cheek. he withheld his urge to wipe it away. “so unlike you toshi.” you hummed, using a napkin to rid of the messy eater’s evidence. “i didn’t want to be to aggressive with him, i’m easily capable of hurting him.” he fiddled nervously. “exactly, but you’re not ever like that for either of us. believe in yourself, you’re our volleyball player after all.” you were silenced with a honeyed kiss. “now that was aggressive.” — “thank you for this .. for everything.” he placed his forehead against yours. “i mean it.”
KYOUTANI moped on the chair outside of the pediatricians office, absolutely ruined from his baby girls cries after receiving her yearly injections. it was killing him. his moping was alerted when he heard your voice say “all done !” and knew just how screwed he was. if it was this hard already to keep himself from loosing it from guilt he was certain he couldn’t take it when he saw his angels face, all tear-stained and sad. the idea was spot on. you placed her to your breast, bouncing her while filling out the paper work. meanwhile, his dainty darling was still crying her lungs out. not over the ordeal apparently. “ken, can you hold her while i write this down ?” he hit his lip, thinking over the phrase. “she’ll probably get even more alarmed if she sees me, and i’m too harsh with her, i don’t want to scare her anymore than she’s already is.” he growled, voice low. “daddy!” interrupted your reply before she was clenching her fist repeatedly in his direction to be held. “ken, she wants you, it’s okay.” you assured, your muscular husband complying as he held her to his chest, shushing her cries. “shhh it’s okay i’ve got you.” he caressed her dampened cheeks, the nurses echoing an ‘aww’ from behind the counter. kyoutani couldn’t have been moreembarrassed.
notes~i hope some of you wake up to this, if not, think of it when you want to wake up in their arms :’)
>>ATSUMU wakes up pretty late usually( ‘usually’ being around 1:00pm ) so on those days when he rises before you, it’s a treat. he’ll lean over to peck your cheek once with a soft afterglow then proceed to pettily kiss every square inch of you until you groan and cover your face with your hands, comparing about just how attention-seeking he is. it’s never-ending. “tsum tsum stoooopp~~ its 7:00ammmm—“ you drag out, dramatically flopping onto the pillow. “let me smooch my baby one more time.” he pouts, puckering his lips like a concussed instagram model of 2017. “i will gouge your eyes out if you so far as breath.” this stopped him in his tracks, sweating profusely once he sighed out his disappointment. “alrighty, enjoy your morning and sleep well, i love you.” he waved quietly and made sure to carefully close the door behind him. his doubts being pushed aside when he saw the ‘when are you coming home’ text he received during practice. his smile couldn’t stretch wider.
>>BOKUTO takes his time and never normally wakes you up, instead he snuggles into your side with your legs tangled together in a mangled position. he is so warm ( mostly always ) but especially in the morning. which can either be your downfall or the greatest blanket. on hot mornings, you’re sweating like dog and on cold days it’s the best heater ever. “too hot kou.” you manage to slightly pry his massive arm from your shoulder to prod at him. yet the ace is engulfed in some sort of dream because he is out. i mean even a hurricane could wake this teddy bear. “i swear i’m dying.” you panted, struggling to break free from the suffocating sheets as bo only pulled you closer defiantly. “‘m sorry it’s so hot but i don’t want to let go.” how saddened he seemed decreased that building anger. you melted at how clingy the big man was being, tracing patterns on his hand, a feeble grin pulling at his cheeks and accenting his dimples. “if i guess what you’re making, you stay for ten minutes more.” of course he made a game out of it. “go for it.” you offer, his attempt spot on. “volleyball.” — “wow my kou is so intelligent.” you gawk falsely, holding his precious face in your hands. “you know it.” he preens.
>>OIKAWAdecides the best way to wake you up is to start blasting music. and when he’s in the mood he’ll romantically start flitting some romantic melody and waltz gracefully into your room to extend his hand in a cliche manner. “let us dance to the rhythm of my heart.” he clutches his chest in example, stirring a giggle from you. “such a dork.” you roll your eyes, but you take it anyways. it’d be a waste to let this opportunity by. your feet are clumsy and hardly functioning correctly thanks to your deep sleep beforehand. nearly tripping he sweeps you off your feet, holding you bridal style. “isn’t this just the absolute greatest way to wake up ?” he emphasizes, edging to your lips till you block his contact. “ i haven’t brushed my teeth toru.” you narrow your eyes. “me neither.” he lifts his brows multiple times to sell that horribly suggestive look. “gross.” you utter, dragging him to the bathroom. “you didn’t either !” — “don’t even.” he whined in retaliation, yet brushing his teeth obediently after your fair warning. “now ?” he waited patiently as you continued flossing. your muffled “no” left him hopeless. “now ?” he asked again and again and again and you were loosing it. “no-“ he began again only to be shut up by your lips. “yes.” you finished for him, his face stained a pink hue of surprise and fluster.
>>IWAIZUMI works out in the mornings, and by morning i mean 5:30 he’s up and ready for some sweat. afterwards he showers and changes—once he’s done he’ll saunter to your bedside table and place a cup of water there while squatting down to your height. “wakey wakey sleepyhead, i know your throats gonna be dry so sip some water.” he nudged at your frame, smoothing a stray hair behind your hair. “haji..” you choked out, earning a hum of affirmation. “that’s me. no other man’s allowed in this house besides your father and i y’know.” he stated matter-of-a-factly as if pointing out something even a toddler should know. “oh i know.” you answered sleepily, iwaizumi fitting the glass between your fingertips urging you to hydrate. he chuckled as he watched your head nod of slightly just sitting on the side of the bed, already falling back asleep. “i’m hungry….” you mumbled, his calloused hands coming to envelope yours. “i’ll lead you to the kitchen and make breakfast, just follow me.” he wrapped his arms around your back, breathing in your scent and all. his favorite part. you placed your feet on top of his, waddling awkwardly there with hazed eyes and broken chatter. “don’t worry, i’ve got you.” he eased, giving your hands a small squeeze.
notes~haven’t written in a bit, this is a nice start-up
ATSUMU>>“a dog ? well we can’t have an ankle-biter, so how ‘bout a retriever ? or one of those big ones like- a great dane ?” you remained mildly surprised that he wasn’t opposing, y’know, since his volleyball career and such. oh wait, there’s no way he could be agreeing so easily without a catch. “why a big dog tsumie ?” he pulled his head back in the love-seat, sultry smirk coating his lips. “so when i’m out at a game or a practice my baby will be protected. ‘can’t trust a chihuahua to keep my princess safe.” he huffed, crossing those veiny arms comfortably. “we cannot possibly fit a dane in here atsumu ! and for goodness sakes it’s not even fair !” the setter only chortled in reply, apparently pleased with himself. “is this your way of saying no ?” you crossed your arms defiantly, mimicking the boy seconds earlier. “nah, just sayin’ what needs to be said.” he inched closer to you, leaning forwards to meet your gaze. “but seriously, can’t have anything happenin’ to my little lady now can i ?”
SAKUSA>> “.. out of all the things you could want. a car, a new bag, maybe even shoes. but a dog ?” he knitted his brows, glaring at your smug self looking all pretty in the passenger seat. “yes kiyoomi, a puppy. we’d get one that doesn’t shed, and their a really really good companion.” you pleaded, trying your hardest to form some doe eyes. he sighed heavily, placing his head on the wheel hopelessly. “i’ll think about it, but this dog .. if we get it, is going to be the most well trained dog to exist.” he furrowed, his peculiar moles shifting with his troubled facial expressions. “thank you omi—“ you hushed, giggling at that cold stare as you peppered his face with an endless flurry of kisses. “but.” he interjected, grasping your jaw lightly despite his grip seeming stern. “at least kiss me properly as a form of repayment, but that’s not all, i expect a bit more.” his eyes traveling down ever so slightly, a soft gasp escaping your lips at the bold retort. oh, repayment was an interesting way of getting his thoughts through to you.
SUNA>> “why not a baby ?” he glanced up from his phone at the restaurants venue, expression unwavering when you proceed to choke on your food. “rinnie, c’mon.” you ushered quickly, patting your chest hurriedly. well, it was a futile attempt to calm down your racing heart. the things he did to you. if only he knew. however, it appeared he wasn’t joking this time. that poker face continuing to make you palpitate. biting your lip as you fiddled with the hem of your top. “think of a dog-a puppy as a start, then we can think of a baby. but with you playing for the paper mills.. it’s a lot to work with rinnie.” suna swirled the liquid in his glass, that sly grin parting ways once almond orbs met yours competitively. “why a start ? this baby can be our start and to be honest—i don’t know if i can wait in the long run sweetheart.” rising to his feet, he called to the waiter, handing his card easily with a business-oriented smile before slipping his cold fingers between yours. “let’s make tonight our start, shall we ?”
AKAASHI>> “mm .. that’d be cute. we could dress them in sweaters in the winter and celebrate their birthday.” he hummed, hands kneading the shampoo into your hair. today was a showering-together day. a day akaashi liked to recall as a best-of-all day. a day where he could get to experience the euphoric sensations of a warm shower with you, and save on the water bill at the same time. “really ? i thought you’d object the idea.” you chuckled, his hands leaving a satisfied sound rolling off your tongue. he pondered on the thought as you both bathed, transitioning to scrubbing your back ( while leaving kisses on your shoulders to simper at the goosebumps tracking afterwards ) instead. “what would you name them ?” you inquired, turning your head to watch him thoughtfully. “olive.” he replied nonchalantly, confused at your beaming face. “that is the most akaashi-thing i’ve ever heard you say.” — “olive ?” — “there it is again !”
notes ; i wanted to take this opportunity to write for one of south korea’s most infamous eras ( and a royal au for tsumie )
before you read ->
*jorigae or 조리개 = a braised dish made of fish, meat, or vegetables
*wangbi or 왕비 = refers to the current wife of the king
*wang or 왕 = the current king in power
*jeonha or 전하 = a common way to refer to their “your majesty”
*gongju or 공주 = the current princess ( daughter of the king )
*sabu-nim or 사부님 = a teacher/master
*seonbi or 선비 = a scholar
*swenne or 쇤네 = a humble way for a servant to refer to someone of higher status than himself
no, this could not possibly be happening. yet the person sitting in front of your eyes made your head spin like mad.
atsumu miya, now serving as a sabu-nim* of the eastern palace where you resided. it hadn’t been easy, especially when all eyes were on you, the gongju* with the crown prince busying himself in the eastern palace where the wangbi* lives.
but alone here ? with this incompetent man as your tutor whose ego far surpassed that of his intelligence. surely the wang* had to be mistaken ?
immediately you turned on your heel, brows fitting tightly together with frustration.
“wait a minute princess, gimme a second to explain myself.”
“you have nothing to explain, i’ve warned you before not to step a foot in this palace while i’m attending.” you hissed, not daring to glance behind you with fear you’d snap right there and easily make a decision you’d regret forever.
because there was no way the gods had it in, as if they knew you had been stuffing the erupting feelings of affection for the sabu-nim* down for what felt to be centuries.
bursting the doors to the kings quarters, you silenced your bubbling anger at once, knowing full well the power this man held was and would forever be unmatched.
“jeonha*, i would like to be informed before you elect a sabu-nim* for my studies.” you dropped to your knees, not daring to meet that cold stare. a harsh silence stretched between the two.
“.. do you really expect such low decision of the servant surveying my daughters education to be made ? the man that will be aiding you in your royal studies is a seonbi* after all. nothing less than what is necessary for the palace. do not make me waste my breath, i trust you know the proper response.” every consonant he spoke left your ears ringing, fists clenched hard on the ground below you.
“yes, of course your honor, thank you for clearing the misunderstanding.” you rose to your feet quietly, padding towards the teaching house used for studying the books stacked nearby in the library.
taking a seat, you were poured tea, chamomile actually—to calm you’re frenzied mind. well, apparently it was supposed to do so until that exact headache of a person arrived through the sliding doors.
“get out.” you seethed, head staring down at your script.
“let me say something at least.” he leaned against the doorway, lip held between his teeth—glancing around at the lavish surroundings before taking a starting breath.
“i know you hate me with all yer heart but seriously, i don’t have much of a choice, your words are as good as mine, so i’m assuming that’s not much from yer face right now.” that smirk, you were done for.
“was that supposed to be an insult ?” he held his hands up innocently with a mocking face, nevertheless guilty.
“just sayin’ we aren’t any use, so just put up with it princess. anyways, it can’t be that bad.” he plopped down loudly in front of you, boisterously pouring himself a cup only to chuckle lowly and become still—arm flitting to rest his cheek on top.
“i can call you swenne*~”
“GET OUT.”
“alrightalright but seriously, your first lesson starts tomorrow.” he sighed heavily, although still smiling all the way till the door closed.
-
the next morning he arrived simply moments later than you did, placing a plentiful amount of books on the table.
“you ready swenn-i mean princess ?” and it seemed as soon as those words were spoken, weeks passed in a matter of seconds.
you were both lovestruck fools, currently laughing in the midst of the spring field surrounded by various hues of flowers. enamored by everything he had to offer, the sabu-nim* you once acted so bitterly towards now making you laugh constantly.
“i’m amazed that you managed to land a position in the royal palace when you’re such a big oaf.” the blonde, rolled over from beside you, now hovering on top of you, you’re breath catching in your throat.
“well isn’t this a compromising position swenne*, and just to let you know this big oaf is more intelligent than you think.” he practically purred at your flustered face.
“you’re still a big oaf though.” you covered your face with your hands in embarrassment, giggling.
“i might just have to shut you up then.” his muscular hands coming to rest comfortably on your jaw, as if they were meant to be there. he was so close. all these weeks of pining and such for someone you were forbidden being anything more than teacher and student to, extremely compromising.
“can i ? just this once princess.” he tilted his head, breath smelling of the familiar jorigae* you’d shared earlier that day. you could feel the his warmth fanning your lips. nothing like you’ve ever experienced before, maybe that was why it was so enticing after all. you didn’t need to answer, your arms snaking around his neck to pull him in, connecting so gently it almost felt false.
“you taste like it.” he laughed, wrinkles forming around his eyes happily, pulling away ever so slightly.
“what ? jorigae* ? that’s rude.” you frowned from beneath him, earning another laugh.
“no, chamomile. y’know you two are alike in ways swenne.* fascinating and strange on the outside but cute and sweet on the inside.”
“shut up-“ you covered your face again, face breaking into a smile as he pried your hands away defiantly.
“see ! told you ! you’re a cutie pie.”
“that’s not the correct way to address your superior sabu-nim*.” you corrected, lifting your brows and trying so hard not to burst into a fit of giggles once more.
notes ; it’s been a while loves, this can be my comeback piece(*‘▽’*)
DAICHI was awoken by your soft sniffles, hands frayed on the fabric of his clothes; your eyes flashing fearfully. he assumed it was a nightmare from your baited breaths and sweat dappled forehead. “honey honey, breathe okay ? i’ve got you.” he soothed, unaware of why exactly happened—prepared to comfort you. “i-i-i almost lost you.. don’t you dare leave me.. please.” you spluttered out, aggressively fisting his white shirt. yet your ‘please’ at the end told him more than enough. “you must’ve been scared, but listen to me.” cupping your face to land a feather-light kiss atop your nose. “i will never get lost. especially since you are my home alright? i’ve already been found love.” love-struck idiots so early in the morning, curled around each other as if you’d loose him. “promise me.” you stuck your pinkie out, his wood-like scent engulfing your senses. linking his pinkie loyally with yours in response. “promise.”
ATSUMUchoked on his breath, eyes shooting up to see your angry face staring down at him in fury. “you idiot ! how- could you-!“ you screeched, continuing to beat on his chest with your clenched hands. “w-whatido?” he grabbed your hands, absolutely oblivious to the situation occurring. you were far from actually fury, rage seemed more appropriate. “okay okay okay mrs. spitfire. was it the taiyaki ?” he sighed, awaiting a scolding similar to that of a guilty child. however tears began pouring from your eyes. “huh huh huh ? ! i’m sorry ‘m sorry !” he cried out desperately, hands racing frantically through his hair. “it’s not that baby.. you cheated..” lips wobbling with emotion, you stared up at him—those doe eyes working wonders. “cheated ? what’re ya talkin’ about ?” he tilted his head, clearly confused. “in my dream..”—“oh.. that makes sense-“—“wait-did you just say you ate my taiyaki ? ATSUMU MIYA YOU-“—“Y/N I SAID I WAS SORRY PLEASE.” —“YOU WILL PAY.”
IWAIZUMI couldn’t stop. gazing at you so lovingly, your hand placed on his bare chest. cozied in bed on a saturday morning. “you wouldn’t look good as godzilla.” the random remark catching hajime off guard. “where did that come from ?” he barked a gravelly chuckle despite the confusion. “‘had a scary dream you turned into godzilla.” this only stirred the tanned athletic trainer to roll his eyes. “you call that a nightmare .. that sounds awesome ? did i have red eyes ?” he began, observing how your eyelashes would dust lazily at his words, hardly awake. it was adorable to him. once again, he couldn’t stop. “nope.” you laughed at his antics. “aw but that would’ve been real cool.” he frowned jokingly. “shhh.. you dummy..” it was your turn to roll your eyes. “your dummy.” you both cringed automatically, burying your faces into your pillows to muffle the cackling laughter. “i never took you as a romantic iwaizumi hajime.” he repeatedly raised his brows as a reply. “it’s charming right ?” — “that’s not the way i would’ve described it.” the stubbornly-pouty look on his face ended up getting smothered in kisses. now that was romantic.
OIKAWA had no idea how he lasted this long. he knew he was a pain, and you we’re definitely not one to put up with it. so now, with you sitting on his lap at this ungodly hour—he wondered what had changed. “uh babe ? what’re you doing ?” he nervously laughed, waiting for you to pull some sort of prank. instead, your head flitted downwards. “i had a nightmare that you didn’t want to be with me because i was too mean to you.” mumbling so silently it took a bit of craning to make out your words. “too mean ? that’s far fetched.” he rested his toned hands on your hips, landing a careful kiss to your lips. “if anything, i’m a much worse advocate, i mean, you have to put up with me every day.” he mused, ushering you to look at him. “that’s right.” he gasped dramatically. “you weren’t supposed to agree !” he hollered. “but what if it’s true.” you smiled shyly, pausing to catch back up to him. “all i’m trying to say is, if i’m ever mean to you, tell me..” he hummed with acknowledgment against your lips, slow, sweet. “the same goes for me sweetheart, but i can’t say i’ll stop that easily.”
you guys met because you were desk partners at school
and just instantly clicked
okay okay so he is such a touchy person
very very touch starved
so as soon as you come into his life I mean please he is all over you
very clingy!! it’s so cute please
just simping for each other. we’ve all seen the manga panel of them simping. the miya twins are simps. of course atsumu’s gonna simp for you. I mean look at you. who tf wouldnt simp for you. I know I sure do. ahem anyway
atsumu gives you so many compliments!! I mean don’t get it twisted he does tease you a lot too,, but it’s always VERY light hearted <3
you practically live at their house and osamu pretends to be so sick of it but he’s actually just jealous that his identical twin is getting compliments and he’s not smh
watching so many films together!! he always heats up popcorn for you both and gets sooo many blankets and you both just snuggle up on the sofa together
queue osamu insulting you guys which makes you and atsumu stick up for each other which just annoys him more please someone come get ur mans osamu
and the heists to the kitchen to steal osamu’s food♂️ okay listen I love osamu but I just think it would be so funny for atsumu to have a bestie who just sits idly by in the middle of their chaos until atsumu wants to stir the pot so you’ll obviously help him djsbsjdnd
atsumu forcing you to help him dye his hair and osamu pouting in the corner like “help me too” and atsumu just being like sorryyyy we’re gonna go watch annabelle now bYE!!!
atsumu will also demand to dye your hair. if he sees you’re uncomfortable he will accept that,, but he will be sooo happy if you trust him enough to let him
okay but so. many. cuddles. so many hugs!!! seeing each other again after falling asleep on facetime the night prior?? hugging as a greeting bby. been hanging out together for hours on some big ass three am adventure round the town and are about to go home to sleep in his big, comfy bed?? hugging for comfort before the walk back.
elaborating on that- you guys always unwind in the evenings together (not liKE THAT DSJNSJS), if you guys don’t actually sleep together one night,, you’re on FaceTime. it’s one of those things where it’s become such a routine that it feels weird if it doesn’t happen, but neither of you are complaining!!
when it’s on FaceTime, you’ll both prop your phones up to charge and you both lie down facing each other,, he’s even bought you a plushie to cuddle when he’s not there
when he is there, however, oh my gosh he is not letting go !! he’s holding you to his chest so tenderly, almost scared he’ll brake you, and slowly play with your fingers, maybe play with your stomach, his chin resting atop your head
always alternating who’s the little spoon, there’s that primal part of him that loves protecting you, but there’s also the deprived part of him that just wants to be held :((((
he always makes sure you eat!! osamu will put his differences aside to cook for you dw
oh my gosh so many late night trips to parks at like two am which always end with a phone call to osamu begging him to come pick you guys up
you both sat in the back with osamu driving in the front treating him like a taxi istg
you both end up to start chanting for him to take you guys to the McDonald’s drive thru
of course osamu does because deep down he truly loves both of you, although he will take it to his grave
atsumu is such a protective friend!! someone hitting on you?? oh no worries bby he’s got your back!! he’s right behind you telling them to fuck off <3
someone bothering you?? being mean in the slightest?? don’t you worry your pretty little head about any of that stuff anymore, at least not when atsumu’s around <3 he’s already swooping in,, protective arm placed around your shoulders as he lectures them of how beautiful you are <3
with the really persistent creeps, atsumu will pull you close to his body, pretending to be your boyfriend so the other guy will back away <3 don’t worry though!! he assures you afterwards that it brings him no pleasure,, it’s just to fend off the horrible men (even though he’s blushing,, it’s completely and utterly unrelated, how dare you think otherwise tsk silly billy!)
@haikyuuublog said: ‘Ok but like imagine that but u and Atsumu like ik Atsumu rolls up like “oh hey was this douche bothering you” and he just says shit like “oh sorry I thought u were trying to disrespect my girl here it would really suck if that’s what you were doing you know cause then I’d have to like beat ur ass u know haha”’ PLEASE SHE IS WONDERFUL
ahem anyway
his confession isn’t all that grand
granted in his head it was meant to be really really big
because you were special and he wanted to prove to you that he thought you were different from all the other girls he’s spoken about before
but it all just falls down before his eyes
he had tried to make reservations at a really fancy restaurant, was going to buy flowers, this man was fully prepared to go all out for you!! may not seem it but can definitely be a romantic; when he WANTS to be istg
but the reservation fell through, he couldn’t get to the shops, it’s a whole thing
so he decides to just fuck it, he asks osamu to make you guys some food for dinner, and osamu happily agrees (after atsumu promises to do all the washing up and laundry for two months)
osamu would’ve done it for nothing because he sees how good you are for his twin, but after atsumu’s promise of “I’ll do anything!!”,, he just couldn’t resist.
he sets up a picnic blanket on a field, absolutely legs it to the shops to buy the flowers and a pack of fake candles, and sets it all up for you
definitely tries to make chocolate covered strawberries but the chocolate goes everywhere so he tries to clean it up but then it ends up hardening and just it’s a whole thing
but it looks absolutely beautiful nonetheless!
sends you a text to meet him just before sunset
confesses really simply, just says his feelings outright and how it’s okay if you don’t reciprocate them, but osamu had pushed him to tell you because he was “sick of the puppy dog eyes over the dinner table as he tries to eat”
“whatwas that” you hiss, shrugging atsumu’s arm off your shoulders.
you knew exactly what it was. see, there’s this guy who has the most obvious crush on you and he’s been following you around for a couple weeks. atsumu, being your best friend, has heard you rant time and time again about how annoying it was and how you wished he would leave you alone. little did you know, he planned to do something about it.
he chuckles and shrugs, “ya said he was botherin’ you; what kind of best friend would i be if i didn’t step in?”
you roll your eyes and sigh, “you could’ve pretended like there was an emergency — you did not have to pretend to be my boyfriend!”
he grins at you with an innocent look in his eyes “what do ya mean pretend, huh baby?” he asks, pulling you closer once again.
“ ‘mu, if you don’t drop the charade right now,” you warn, “i’ll-”
“you’ll do what?” he snorts, “break up with me?”
“yeah!” you exclaim, agreeing, “yeah, what if i will?”
“sweetheart,” he starts, a mischievous look in his eyes, “we’d have to be dating first. now, if this is an offer, i’m definitely not saying no.”
a light blush tints your cheeks and you shove him away, yelling about how much of an idiot he is.
you both sigh to yourselves, maybe one day you’ll finally be a couple.
hi loves! i’m back!! here’s something short & sweet to get back in the groove of things <3
Summary: Atsumu Found Out He Was A Parent Recently! How Will He React To His First Father’s Day? Maybe he went a little to far explaining things.
“This feels so weird Samu.”
Atsumu said looking at the mini him that just handed him present that said:
“Happy Father’s Day.”
“What do ya mean?”
“I don’t know it’s just been weird ya know? I’m suddenly a dad this year now all around me I see is Happy Father’s Day!”
A holiday that had nothing to do with me just last year! I’m a dad! I don’t know what I feel.
“What do ya mean ya don’t know what to feel are ya stupid?”
“What!”
Atsumu glared.
“Ya already accepted that he’s yer son ya were even gushing like a little school gir earlier this morning on the Father’s Day Onigiri special”
“Shut up no I wasn’t!”
Flashback
“Samu!”
Atsumu barged in along with haruka.
“I haven’t opened yet don’t ya have someone else to annoy?”
“Don’t be mean to papa! Uncle Samu you know why we’re here right!”
Haruka said smiling.
“No I don’t”
“What do ya mean ya don’t I’m obviously here for the Father’s Day onigiri special!”
Atsumu picked up haruka
“Look who is this!”
Haruka (L/N) son of (Y/N).
Atsumu rolled his eyes.
“He’s not just that!”
“Then what.”
Osamu said annoyed although a little amused at his brother’s reaction.
“My cum which became my son!”
Haruka nodded eagerly not understanding the first part but he had said son.
“My papa is here! We want the onigiri special!”
“Come on samu!”
“Come on Uncle Samu!”
They both said in unison.
“Come on ya know already I deserve this with all those sleepless nights with her! Even if it was a fortunate accident that I made with her!”
“It wasn’t easy with (Y/N) clawing me all night! Ya should know because Na-“
“Knock it off I know I’ll prepare it just shut up.”
Atsumu turned to Haruka as they both high fives each other.
………
“Here ya go.”
Atsumu looked at haruka as they both had the same fatty tuna onigiri along with two bowl’s of icecream one said “father” the other said “son”
“Haru let’s take a picture together! Samu! Here take a picture of us will ya?!”
He nodded grabbing the phone taking a picture of both of them Atsumu stuck his tongue out and haruka noticed then did the same as they both did a MSBY pose.
Osamu rolled his eyes smiling and took it handing it back
“Enjoy.”
……
End Of Flashback
“Ok first of all I don’t regret it ever!”
“He’s the best thing that happened to me! Ya have to believe me!”
“I know already so stop pouting and annoying me and go have fun with yer son.”
Osamu pointed at the flyer that had a carnival special for Father’s Day.
“We we’re just about to!”
“Haru!”
Atsumu called noticing the little boy nodding and saying goodbye to Yuji Osamu’s son then quickly ran to Atsumu.
“Papa! Let’s go!”
“Alright bub.”
“Hey.”
Her turned around hearing Osamu.
“Say Tsumu.”
“Hm.”
“He’s just of a pain as ya are.”
“Hey! my son is not a pain! If anything when he gets annoying is because of (Y/N)! All he talks about is his mom and how cool she is! Well what about me!”
“Papa?”
He looked at haruka who smirked.
“Your jealous it’s funny.”
“Pfft me! No way!”
“Yes you are!”
“I said no I ain’t!”
Haruka rolled his eyes.
“You’re jealous of Mama!”
“Both of ya get out of my shop before I kick ya out.”
“Shut up Samu yer just jealous I have an awesome son.”
“He’s awesome cause (Y/N) is his ma.”
Snap.
That was Atsumu’s last bit of patience which completely caused him to snap.
“Well for your information he was my sperm so I made him to! Ya know how hard it is to bust a nut and get a girl pregnant!”
“Oi Tsumu not in front of Har-“
“Shut up I busted a nut and made him he came from here!”
Atsumu pointed downward to his area.
“I made him!”
“Bust a nut?”
Haruka said a bit confused.
“Papa what does that mean? You made me from a nut?”
notes:thank u for the idea anon! i love this cliche hehe
content warnings: insecurities,mentions of previous harassment/catcalling, pet names (baby, my sweet, etc), protective boyfriends, suggestive in ushijima’s, kinda angsty
featuring:iwaizumi, atsumu, bokuto, and ushijima
thank you for reading!! likes, reblogs, follows, and general feedback are all appreciated
a/n: this is dedicated to myself, because i have unwillingly developed very very slight romantic feelings for one of my colleagues
you think you’re gonna die alone, at least at this rate anyhow. it’s not that you didn’t knowhowto talk to men- studying sports medicine had you surrounded by the male species nearly 24/7, from classmates to professors to the athletes you take care of. the problem is that they always become your friend. and you very much do not date friends.
it’s just weird. gross even. these guys are very much like your brothers, and that’s just… yuck!
and it’s not that you’re consciously friendzoning every male that crosses your path, but it happens and then suddenly their candidacy as your possible future husband quickly comes to close. sealed. done.
-
then you become the very new, athletic trainer trainee for the msby volleyball team. it’s a huge deal, to say the least. countless applications sent and praying for a just a crumb of any sports team to call you in, and it’s a D1 team- best in the league- that calls you back!
the position is an apprenticeship of sorts, so you’re very aware that your stay is temporary (though you’re secretly hoping that you’ll dazzle them enough for them to want to extend you a permanent offer).
everything goes smoothly… relatively speaking. the athletes are a chaotic bunch, but in this industry it’s to be expected. you’re learning loads, taking on more responsibilities, and getting stressed out in the best way possible. and you’re also having fun.
it’s hard not to when miya atsumu is so… atsumu: the way he makes suggestive and incredibly embarrassing noises when you’re tending to one of his wounds to the way he’s given names and full on personalities to his biceps.
but apart from that, it’s the deep conversations you two would have in the lunch room, it’s the ever so observant setter eyes that would sneak you a chocolate bar when you would get particularly anxious, it’s the inside jokes you two share and memes that are exchanged when you both should be getting real work done- all to say that in miya atsumu you’ve definitely found your work best friend.
and at night, when you’re mind drifts to some far away land, you think, “what about atsumu? could he be someone that i’d be interested in like that?”
but the dark night is where the seeds of doubt begin to germinate. because you know who atsumu is- you know his visibility, you know his options, and you know that you can’t even compare.
so you don’t allow yourself to answer the question.
-
it’s now halfway through before your term at msby is supposed to end.
it’s nearly the end of the work week, and atsumu says, “hey, can we talk for a second?” head pointing towards a secluded hallway.
you cautiously follow, but something about this makes you uneasy because atsumu seems nervous… and this guy is never nervous.
but you patiently watch him as he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes only to reveal the amber shaded jewels that seem to peer directly into your soul.
“i really like you… romantically,” he says. his tone firm and words blunt as to leave no room for any misunderstanding.
and you’re dumbfounded because is this real life? or is this just fantasy? certainly he’s just messing with you- but his eyes that are intensely studying your face for a reaction, a denial or a reciprocation tells you he’s serious.
“me too,”
… is what you should’ve said.
but instead, in the flickering fluorescent light of this training facility with the aroma of lemon scented cleaner in the air, you tell him you’ve thought about it- a lot, actually.
you tell him how he’s a really great guy, and how he’s the highlight of your day- one of the reasons why you’re so excited to go into work everyday. you tell him that you admire his values, his outlook on life, and that’s he the only guy that you’ve become friends with that you’ve also developed feelings for.
but you also tell him that you can’t. you tell him that you’re just starting your career and you’re trying to establish yourself as a professional, and at this point in life you can’t throw it all away, you won’tthrow it away just for a relationship that might not even work out.
you break his heart, because for once in your life you decide to be selfish and choose yourself.
except you break your own heart too because in a way, you weren’t selfish enough.
a/n pt. 2: pls do not take this as a reflection my writing capabilities but rather as a brain dump because i’m tired of thinking of this before i’m trying to fall asleep a;kdfjnb;paednj
lovesick!atsumu who’s literally pouting when he finds out he has to be away from you for a game and you can’t come see him due to your work.
who keeps his phone on full volume just in case you called (he’d answer in a heartbeat) or text (he’d text you back immediately regardless of where he was.)
who has a habit of looking in the stands for you and feels disappointed when he doesn’t see your beaming smile cheering him on.
who smiles timidly even though they won, but can’t feel extremely happy seeing as his number one fan wasn’t there.
who keeps looking at the clock when his coach was giving them a rundown of today, everything going in one ear and out the other, counting down the seconds he has before he can go back to his room and talk to you.
who blames the timezones when he realizes how far apart you two were. who literally waits for when you wake up, right on the dot , before he calls.
who sits cross legged on his bed, phone in front of him, as he anxiously waits for your icon to pop up for his usual call.
who’s on the first flight back despite being in a place he’s never been at, that he definitely needs to explore more, but where’s the fun in that when he can’t share that with you.
nothing but lovesick whiney adorable tsumu on my mind tonight.
lovesick!atsumu who’s literally pouting when he finds out he has to be away from you for a game and you can’t come see him due to your work.
who keeps his phone on full volume just in case you called (he’d answer in a heartbeat) or text (he’d text you back immediately regardless of where he was.)
who has a habit of looking in the stands for you and feels disappointed when he doesn’t see your beaming smile cheering him on.
who smiles timidly even though they won, but can’t feel extremely happy seeing as his number one fan wasn’t there.
who keeps looking at the clock when his coach was giving them a rundown of today, everything going in one ear and out the other, counting down the seconds he has before he can go back to his room and talk to you.
who blames the timezones when he realizes how far apart you two were. who literally waits for when you wake up, right on the dot , before he calls.
who sits cross legged on his bed, phone in front of him, as he anxiously waits for your icon to pop up for his usual call.
who’s on the first flight back despite being in a place he’s never been at, that he definitely needs to explore more, but where’s the fun in that when he can’t share that with you.
nothing but lovesick whiney adorable tsumu on my mind tonight.
SUNA RINTARO finds himself keening into your lap — a clear sign of his appreciation for the softness of your thighs (as if his constant mumbles of praise did not suffice). suna would lace your fingers with his own as he cradles your hand in his chest. feeling close to you was all he could ever ask for. you always loved it whenever he holds your hands against his own cheek, eyes fluttering close at its warmth.
SAKUSA KIYOOMIwould actually be the person whose lap you would lie on not because he did not want to lie down on your lap, but rather because he finds you absolutely beautiful if it was you instead. even better, sakusa loved it when your arms reached out in an attempt to weave your fingers through his curls. when he bends his head to help you, the smile that laced your lips was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
AKAASHI KEIJI has always loved the view when you were around, even more so when he was on your lap. resting his head on your thighs, he would softly whisper to you to look at him. when you finally did, butterflies bloomed in his stomach when your fingers pinched his cheeks. in his heart, he hoped that you looked at him as lovingly as he does to you.
MIYA ATSUMU indulges himself. this man does not hold back when it comes to comfort. he would curl his arm under one of your thigh, snuggling it as if it was his pillow. yes, it was uncomfortable for you but as you watched atsumu slowly fall into slumber, you can’t help but leave him in his peaceful state. or maybe you just can’t seem to leave given how his arm tightens around your thigh every time you tried to pry yourself off of him.
IWAIZUMI HAJIME often seek different ways to tell you how much he loves you. from simple ‘i love you’s to keeping a whole gallery full of videos and pictures of the two of you, it was clear that he loves you deeply. yet, he still managed to shock you when he sat between your legs, peppering kisses between your thighs before resting his head against it, looking up at you with such an innocent look on his face.
