atsumu posts those thirst trap tiktoks and kiyoomi says he doesn't use tiktok but has an anonymous account from which he watches his tiktoks atleast 5 times, and saves it before commenting something like "you're so gross"
atsumu posts those thirst trap tiktoks and kiyoomi says he doesn't use tiktok but has an anonymous account from which he watches his tiktoks atleast 5 times, and saves it before commenting something like "you're so gross"
i think suna is a picky eater and osamu eats everything edible. so suna takes out the tomatoes and pickles from his burgers and he doesn't even have to say anything because osamu is already waiting for suna with the top bun removed.
and when atsumu asks osamu to eat his veggies too, osamu gives him an irritated look tells him off but then eats it because you shouldn't waste food
Hello!! I loved your graphic game, I'd like to join it! I choose New Perspective (Panic! At the Disco), Buttercup (Jack Stauber) and Mad as Rabbits (also Panic!), please!
miya atsumu knows he makes it easy to be the butt of a lot of people's jokes. the expressions on his face are truly meme worthy. it did take him a while though to laugh with people when they laughed at him. meeting you helped to change his perspective - you who rolled with the punches and laughed at yourself as much as you laughed at him.
silly doodle of a silly boy
while we're on the topic of uncle samu i'm thinking,,
atsumu absolutely despises asking samu to babysit and only does it as a last resort because everytime he picks baby miya up or samu has to finally leave, there will always be a dramatic tearful goodbye between uncle samu and baby miya :,)
Atsumu will call anyone, literally anyone but Osamu to watch baby Miya, he just knows exactly how it will end and he’s so not in the mood for it.
His mother has a cold and she doesn’t want to spread germs, Kita offers him a collected but quick apology, Bokuto’s sisters are off on their own day, the PR manager for the black jackals is on her own meeting, and Atsumu finally waved the white flag and calls Osamu to please watch her.
“Osamu, is there any way you can keep an eye on your niece for the day? Just until I get home, wifey’s out with her friends tonight.”
“My niece has a name you know, but yes, drop her off at the restaurant, pick her up whenever.”
And baby miya is so excited, of course she is, she loves her uncle, and deep down, atsumu is thrilled that he can leave her with his brother and know she’s beyond safe- but that doesn’t discount the betrayal he feels when it comes time to pick up baby miya, and there’s an absolute flood of tears.
He interrupts Osamu’s flurry of goodbye kisses and nuzzling into her pudgy cheeks and repeated “love you, love you, love you”s with a clear of his throat, and when Osamu finally tries to pull away, her tiny arms dart up to wrap around his neck, the saddest little pout on her face disappearing as she burrows her face against him.
“Come on, Stinky, don’t you want to go home and see momma?” Atsumu tries, down on his knees with his arms open, trying to coax his toddler to come back to him.
Which, when she tightens her grip on Osamu’s neck and shakes her head, all that patience flies out the window and turns into defeat. He loses his pride and gives Osamu a pleading look, only for Osamu to give his brother a small smile and a look of “I’m trying.”
“Tickle monsters gonna get you if you don’t let go,” Osamu threatens playfully, and while this makes baby miya giggle, it doesn’t falter her grip- if anything, they hear a sniffle, and the twins absolutely feel their heart break.
“I know, munchkin,” Osamu mumbles softly, squeezing her with a dramatic groan of effort in attempts to make her laugh. “But I’ll be over to play soon, I promise.”
“Cross my heart, sweetness.”
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” Atsumu grumbles, but he smiles hopeful when Osamu sends baby miya off with a kiss on her head and a quiet “go on,” and pat on her back, watching as she toddles up and into her daddy’s arms, an equally tight grip around his neck. Atsumu sighs in relief, “missed you, my baby.”
“Missed you too, daddy,” she hums, her tiny hand waving a small goodbye to Osamu before hiding her face In Atsumu’s neck.
“Appreciate you, ‘Samu,” Atsumu sighs, flashing his brother a grateful smile. Osamu shrugs and claps his twin on the back, “anytime, dude.” A malevolent grin splays over his face, “you know how much she loves me.”
Atsumu scowls, “shut up.”
pairing: atsumu miya x reader
cw: mildy suggestive joke at the beginning but nothing explicit
word count: 555
“No, you can’t have the Aux-cord.” You slap the back of Atsumu’s hand as he reaches for the phone sitting in your lap. He winces but drops his hand to rest on your thigh instead, giving it a squeeze.
“Come on, just for a bit.”
Even without taking your eyes off the street in front, you knew he was pouting. “You know the rules: driver gets to pick the music.”
“But yer music sucks.” He whines, dragging out the last word.
“You suck more.” He snickers and adds a quick, “Suckin’ on this dick.”
You hum, turning your head to check for cars and switching the lane. “Stop being an asshat or I’ll never even look at your dick again.”
Atsumu makes a sound of distress and slumps back against his seat. His leg is bouncing frantically, calloused fingertips drumming an arrhythmic beat against your skin—a clear sign that having to sit still for more than ten minutes was starting to make him restless. “Asses don’t even wear hats.”
A smile tugs at your lips. “Doesn’t Osamu always wear one?”
Atsumu’s body jumps forward, his grip on your thigh tightening as he barks a laugh. “He does!” A snort leaves his lips, followed by a boyish giggle. “Asshat.”
You flick his hand slightly. “Don’t be mean to your brother.” “Am not! Ya the one that said it!”
“I just pointed out that Osamu wears hats a lot.” You bite your lip to keep the smile away. “Probably because he looks so good in them.”
“Huh?!” Atsumu whips his whole body towards you.
You shrug nonchalantly. “You have to admit that he’s pretty attractive.” “No, I fuckin’ don’t!” He shakes your thigh. “This your way of breakin’ up with me? Ya fell for my brother and now ya leavin’ me for him?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Putting your hand on top of his, you give it a little squeeze. “I was just teasing, ‘Tsumu.”
“By callin’ some other guy attractive?” He pulls your joined hands into his lap, playing with the tips of your fingers, his voice extra whiny to make up for you not being able to see his sulking.
“You do realize you are twins, do you? If I find you attractive, of course I’d think Osamu is cute, too.” You give his hand a squeeze. “But it’s you that I love.”
Atsumu plays with the ring on your middle finger, an anniversary gift from him. “You do?”
“Of course,” You laugh. “We’ve been dating for almost three years, would be kind of embarrassing if I didn't, wouldn’t it?”
“I’m the attractive one.” Atsumu grumbles.
“In this relationship?”
“Twin.” He stops playing with your ring and intertwines your hands instead. “I’m the more attractive twin.”
You drop your phone into his lap. “You get to pick two songs.”
Smiling at his excited voice, you nod. “Two, Atsumu, and two only. That’s one plus one.”
“You’re the best!” He presses a wet kiss against the back of your hand and picks up the phone. “You still gotta say it.” “Say what?” “That I’m the more attractive twin.”
“You’re the more attractive twin.” You sigh, laughing.
“Damn straight I am!” He gives your hand another kiss. “I love you.”
Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. “I love you, too, asshat.”
heya ducky - hope you're doing well!
truth be told, i feel like i'm close to having some kind of mental breakdown. i am an icarus; i genuinely believe that there's no point in doing something if you're not aiming for total perfection. anything less than exceptional or at least above average is essentially worthless to me. this attitude towards my life has only been further exacerbated with one of my best friends dropping out of university (i'm so proud of him for doing so because he was not doing well but i feel like there's a huge gap in my life now and as if i'm in a state of mourning). please may you do a sugawara, atsumu or suna comforting their romantic partner reader in some kind of isolated place (rooftop, garden, etc). thank you so much for everything you do <3
I hope that by the time you see this you’re doing better, I know it’s been ages since you’ve sent this in, but I do my requests chronologically. So I hope that it’s not too late!!
I hope all is well for you and that you may be in any sort of place that’s better.
For you? I do all three characters :)
Okay suga’s got long as fuck, but I think he’s your comfort character if i remember correctly so ye :)
Suna’s is a little short bc I don’t know how to write for him oops
CW BELOW THE CUT: Severe perfectionism, self-health neglect
As we all know, Suga is very attentive and observant. He noticed the drop in your attitude right away.
He found it best not to pry, not wanting to be the reason that you became even more upset.
Instead, he tried to be as supportive from afar as he could.
He’d leave chocolates in your locker every morning, alongside a sticky note.
Sometimes they’d say something to pick you up, like a compliment or a joke. “Your shirt reminds me of you, beautiful and vibrant.”
Or, other times it would give you some kind of inspiring message. “I believe in you with all of my heart. I love you.”
He’d place it in your locker during morning practice, hoping and praying that his little gesture would be enough to get you through the day.
Suga felt his heart sank the day he saw you receive a certain assignment back.
This had been one that the two of you worked together on (oh no, cheating?? In high school? Unheard of!) and he felt good about.
He watched as you read the bad grade and gently placed the paper on your desk, subsequently staring blankly at the white board in front of you.
He didn’t know how, but he knew he had to step in and make sure you were alright.
So, he left another note.
“Hey! I have a surprise for you! Courtyard @3:30?”
All he could do now was hope and pray that you would show up…
When the clock rolled to 3:30, Koushi anxiously awaited your arrival on a bench. He sat patiently, holding a cool leaf that he would assign as your “surprise” if you were to ask.
With a sigh of relief, he saw you clearing the corner with a beaming smile on your face.
What he didn’t know was that you had put this smile on, two seconds before you entered the courtyard.
“Hello my love!” He chimed, patting the seat next to him.
“Hi Suga!” You beamed in response, sitting next to him, “So. What’s the cool thing you wanted to show me?”
Koushi gulped, still holding his smile on. “Look at this amazing leaf that Noya found for me this morning!” He showed you this leaf as if it were a $100 bill.
“Ah… wow!” You replied, flabbergasted. “That’s… that’s something alright!”
Your boyfriend sighed, suddenly leaning onto your shoulder. “Okay I might have lied. I just wanted to spend time with you.”
You couldn’t help but smile sincerely this time around. You ran your fingers through his hair absentmindedly. “I could use the time right now.”
“So I’ve noticed…” he murmured.
“What?” You asked, fingers slowing to a vault.
Koushi sighed, unmoving. He took your hand and kissed it gently. “Please tell me what’s been going on. I’m so worried about you.” his voice was just above a whisper.
Your breath caught in your lungs as you registered his words, “Nothing im-“
“(Y/N). You barely reacted to the grade you got on the assignment we worked on. What’s in that pretty head of yours?”
“I feel so… so empty.” You whisper, gripping his hand suddenly, “Like nothing matters anymore.”
“I see. Is there anything I can do to help?”
“No, Suga. I’m sorry. I just can’t seem to find the reason to do anything unless if it’s absolutely perfect. I just want all of my efforts to be recognized.”
Koushi lifted his head off of your shoulder and pressed his forehead to your own. “I love you. So damn much.” After that, he held both sides of your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Anything that you do makes me absolutely proud. No matter how badly our ship sinks, we always get back up.”
He pressed another kiss to your forehead, “I don’t know who set such high standards for you, but I’m here to crush them. You’re doing just fine yourself and you don’t need anyone to tell you how to live your life. I’ll always be pleased with you, no matter what you do.”
“Thank you.” You whisper in reply.
“Anytime. I’d do anything for you.” And with that, he finally pressed the sweetest kiss on your lips.
Atsumu is such a sweetheart. This boy would do anything for you.
He learned from a fellow classmate that you had been in a pretty tough spot lately, so he immediately jumped into action.
“Good morning!” The blonde boy chimed as he stood next to your locker.
“Uff- hi ‘Tsumu.” You replied, clutching your chest, “you scared the bejeesus outta me.”
“Sorry!” He gave you a kiss on the cheek as an apology, “I have a big surprise for you later!”
“Oh? A surprise, for little ol’ me?” You teased, smiling in giddiness.
“Yep!” He cooed, “I can’t wait!”
As he turned away to go to his own classes, your boyfriend hoped that this would be enough to get you through your day.
To his delight, Atsumu was met with you at his locker at the end of the day.
He grabbed his belongings, chatting about his day with you. When he was all packed up, he led you to his house by hand.
“Okay so!” He beamed as he entered the house. “I noticed that you haven’t been your happiest lately, so I had ‘Samu help me with this…”
You immediately felt your heart sank. He had noticed? You were doing so well keeping it hidden…
Regardless, you quirked a brow at him out of curiosity.
When your attention shifted to Atsumu, he was standing in front of a bunch of random ingredients.
“We’re gonna make and decorate sugar cookies!” He chimed.
You couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this would be fun.
Unfortunately, everything decided to go against you. Your icing was too warm, so it melted as it came out of the bowl, there was a hole in your piping bag, and some of the cookies were too crumbly.
So there you and your boyfriend sat, covered in miscellaneous baking ingredients, and colored icing.
“Damn it,” you muttered through gritted teeth, “This was just another thing for me to fuck up, and I did a great job. Sorry, ‘Tsumu. I must’ve messed this up for you too.”
“Sweetheart, what do you mean?” Atsumu instantly put down his cookie and bag, taking both of your hands, “Here, come talk to me.”
He led you to his bedroom and shut the door. He sat you down on the bed and held you in your lap. “Tell me everything. Please don’t hesitate; I’m right here for you.”
So, you told him. You told him how awful you felt whenever things didn’t exceed the expectations that you had for yourself. You explained how you felt a huge void in your life since your friend left school.
“(Y/N), I love you.” was all he said.
He pulled you into a tight hug, kissing your cheek int he process. “I love everything about you. I love how passionate you are to succeed. Even though it may be a little much sometimes, your iron-will never lets you down.”
“I love how you can completely drop whatever’s bothering you, so that you can hang out with me. I know that it takes a lot out of you to pretend to be okay when you’re not. So, thank you.”
“And. I think you’re doing the best you can. I love you, but I think your standards are too high. You have to give yourself room for failure. You are human, after all. You can’t always have things go the way you want them to. But I adore you for trying your best every time.”
You sighed and squeezed him tighter, holding him as if he would leave you. “Thank you ‘Tsumu. I love you too.”
“Come on.” he said, picking you up from the couch, “We have cookie pieces to try and decorate.”
You nuzzled into his shoulder. He really did love you with all of his heart.
When Rin noticed that you weren’t taking care of yourself, he immediately spiraled into an internal panic.
You were not one to ever endanger yourself, so he was automatically worried.
Whenever he would text you, you wouldn’t reply for hours straight.
Whenever he would call you, you would reply with “Can’t talk. Have to study.”
Whenever he would see you in the hallway, you would have the most prominent bags under your eyes.
Eventually, he couldn’t stand to see you tearing yourself apart.
He shot you a quick text one Saturday morning. “Hey beautiful. Meet me at the memorial at 1pm?”
To his delight, you replied immediately. “That sounds fantastic right about now.”
“Perfect, I’ll see you then, love.”
Suna sighed and flopped backwards on his bed. What could he do to help you?
Hours passed as the middle blocker brainstormed how to approach the situation, and how to comfort you.
When it was time for him to leave, he left with the best idea he could come up with…
Suna arrived at the park and found you sitting by the fountain. He chuckled lightly to himself and made his way toward you.
“Hi, (Y/N).” He said happily, sitting down on the grass next to you.
“Hey, Rin.” You replied, immediately laying your head in his lap.
“So I wanted to ask you something important.” He said, running his fingers through your hair.
“And that might be?”
“Are you okay?”
Your breath left your lungs as you attempted to speak. “I- yeah. I’m okay, honey. Why do you ask?”
“Sweetheart please don’t lie to me. I just want you to be happy again.” He muttered, cupping your cheek with his hand.
You sighed and looked up to the sky. “No, Rin. I’m not okay.”
“Talk to me, please.”
“Nothing is worth it anymore. I try so hard to be absolutely perfect all of the time. My studies, my grades, my activities. All of it. If it isn’t perfect, I hate the result.” You explained.
“And I just don’t feel like I’m full anymore. There’s been a void in my heart for a long time, and I just want it to go away. I wanna be good enough. I want to be able to look at myself and see a successful person.”
“Well, you just need to look harder.” He replied.
“You heard me.”
“Rintaro, what do you mean?”
“I mean that you’re perfect the way you are. Please stop trying to change yourself. You try the hardest at every activity you do. You try so hard to be the best and it kills me to see you neglecting yourself and your health. Please don’t hurt yourself anymore, I just can’t take seeing you so beaten down.”
“Rin, you don’t get it.”
“I understand plenty. We’re in a hard spot with our education right now, but there’s no need to have such high standards. I know how badly you want to succeed, but you already are. You’re doing your best at everything, and that’s all we could ask you for. I’m already proud of you, so at the very least that should be enough.”
You sighed and sat up, turning around to tackle him in a hug. “I love you, Rintaro.”
“And I love you more, (Y/N).” He replied softly, returning your hug tightly.
“Wake up honey, I made you breakfast.” You quickly freshen up and change and make your way to the kitchen. As you were approaching the kitchen, you began to smell a faint smell of burnt. Once you made it to the kitchen, there was the breakfast. The kitchen was a huge mess and the food was all burnt but nicely plated. He was looking at you though with amused eyes and couldn’t wait for you to eat. You couldnt help but giggle and thank them for breakfast.
It’s the thought that counts right?
Characters that will do this: Hinata, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Bokuto, Terushima, Lev, and Atsumu.
there's something so bittersweet in the way Atsumu is willing to leave everything for Sakusa as soon as Kiyoomi asks him to but is also fully aware that Omi will not hesitate to leave him behind.
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imagine singing "UP" in front of the miya twins
you're just casually singing but look at them when cardi b says "If that **** had a twin, I would let 'em run a train"
and they get all blushy and flustered
head empty, just thinking about how osamu would absolutely rearrange your guts after which he would run both of you a warm bath, holding you close to him. not like you didn't enjoy it but He'll then go and make you a snack or a meal as an apology for being a little rough with you <3333
pairing: atsumu x reader
cw: nudity, wrong usage of pillow, sexual
word count: 1.1k
a/n: something i had written for an event; please if you are a minor don't read. btw, we take requests for hcs and potentially self-insert drabbles.
You don't know why you agreed to this. You're used to Atsumu's spur of the moment ideas. Sometimes it generates realities where the two of you are making ramen at the ass crack of dawn.
You remember sitting on the countertop, airpods in, sinking into the sweet domesticity of the moment as Atsumu stood between your bouncing legs while reading the instructions on the packet.
You remember late night strolls, where you'd link your arm with his and sag your weight into the pull of his gravity. You remember him leaning down, trying to press his chapped lips to the side of your temple in an attempt at a kiss. But he missed by a landslide and accidentally landed it close to your eyeball.
It was sweet regardless.
Today is different. Atsumu's spur of the moment idea is one fueled with the dopamine pumping within the flutter of his veins. His pupils are dilated, and his voice is cracked and dry because his body is focusing on creating only one type of liquid, and it's not saliva.
Positioning: You're sitting on the edge of the bed, a blanket underneath you, and a horny Atsumu sitting in front of you on the floor, bracketed by your legs. It's a compromising position which feels like a surrender of power, even though you're above him. Or maybe that's the point. You try to cling to some scrap amount of confidence, but there's not much to work with here.
"This is dumb," you say. Your fingernail catches on a pulled string on the towel beneath you. You roll it between your fingers. "This isn't going to do anything for me."
Atsumu boos and gives you a petulant thumbs down. "This ain't for ya! It's for me, loser."
"Wow. Calling me a loser." You push your feet onto his thighs and squeeze down hard. "I'm not obligated to stick around if you're going to call me names."
"You like it when I'm a lil mean to ya, though." He gives a sickly sweet grin.
"No I don't."
Atsumu uncharacteristically doesn't continue the back-and-forth, instead reaching for a pillow sitting next to him on the ground. He has a concentrated expression, but you know there's not much activity happening in that head of his. "Do we gotta have a safe word or somethin'?"
"You want a. Safe word? For this?"
"How else am I supposed to know when you want to stop?"
You stare at him in disbelief. "I'll tell you something like 'hey stop.' Moron."
"Ha, I win. You already said that." You lean back and curl your fingers into fists. The fabric of the towel bunches underneath your fingertips, and you can feel the warning burn of crescents. "Hurry up so I can prove that this is going to be the unsexiest thing we've ever done."
Atsumu pouts and stuffs the pillow between your legs. There is zero pressure. As expected. As planned. There's no way your clit is going to get any worthwhile stimulation from this. And you're doubtful that Atsumu even knows where to aim the pillow in order to properly hit at the bundle of nerves. You purse your lips and spread your legs further.
"Anythin'?" he said.
He pushes the pillow harder against your pussy. "How 'bout now?"
"Maybe you could try movin'?" His voice is oversaturated in innocent, childlike intonation. He's being a petty piece of shit on purpose. "Just a thought."
You twist your hips upwards. To your disbelief, there is the slight sizzle of arousal. The flirtatious twinge of friction. You swallow whatever words were about to flee from your mouth. You're not going to give this man the sanctification of knowing he was right. "Nothing, Atsumu."
"Maybe your clit is just broken." He releases the pillow, and you're forced to clench your thighs together so it doesn't drop on the ground. Then, unbidden, he presses his face against it. It being the pillow. It being between your legs. You stiffen. You are NOT a virgin. Not remotely close. And this is not the first time you've had Atsumu's face stuffed this close to your crotch.
Something about the fucking pillow blocking him from having complete access. Something about his breathing causing the pillow to crease. Something about those creases, those microscopic frames of movement, where any graze from the fabric bunched between your legs makes your clit catch on fire. It's stupid.
This should not be making you horny. But it is.
You give yourself a minute to breathe. "Atsumu, what's the game plan here?"
"I'm gonna take a nap."
An aggrieved noise. "No you're not! Not on the floor."
He pretends to snore.
You smack him gently on the crown of his head. "I know you're not asleep! Get off me. Are you going to give up so easily?"
"You weren't into it anyway. What's the point."
He's sulking. He's throwing a little bitch ass broodfest less than one foot away from your pussy. You're going to kill him. But you don't. You steel yourself. "Hey. Look at me."
He twitches. A sign of life. He tilts his head back, and you see his lidded eye peer up at you, questioning. His pupil is no longer dilated. It's like his body burned the horny chemicals in his bloodstream into nonexistence. He's unmotivated, limbless in an unsexy way. You feel a little bad, but not enough to admit it.
"We only gave it a mild attempt," you say, "I think I'm feeling it, really."
"Liar," he says.
Pot calling the kettle black, much?
"I mean this is still a stupid idea. But I think I can get into it."
"I'm not into it," he says. "Wanna play Mario Kart?"
Someone stop you from committing a murder tonight. You're going through the stages of grief. "Fine! Then I'll do it myself."
You kick your feet into his chest, and he theatrically goes flying backwards with a wounded groan. You watch him collapse akimbo, limbs splayed and eyes glazed upwards. He's too busy broodingly watching the ceiling fan to notice that you're now trying to pump your hips against the pillow, putting focus on rubbing your clit against one of its corners. There's a wet patch assembling, and you're swimming in a headspace that won't allow you to interpret it as anything other than "hot."
But nothing beats when Atsumu's face was nearby. Fuck. This is giving you significantly less pleasure compared to his tongue painting a mural of stripes across your clit. You bite your lip, careful not to break the skin, as you press the pillow further into your core. The mattress bounces beneath you, producing an embarrassing amount of noises.
This catches Atsumu's attention. He lifts cranes his head and blinks at you. "Jokin' or serious?"
"Serious," you say, teeth gritted. "I'm committed to this. You dumb fuck."
cw: mention of blood
There's that time when Atsumu and Osamu are wrestling over the bottom bunk for the night—Which their parents usually let them settle over something less violent, like a videogame or who scores higher on X assignment or whatever.
But tonight there's nothing for them to willingly give up the bed for other than a good old fistfight and wrestling match.
Only it lasts less than one minute because Atsumu fucking goes in to shove Osamu. Osamu pedals backwards, stabilizes, and then shoots forward, picking up momentum and shoving Atsumu back ten times harder. Atsumu goes pinwheeling into the side of the bunk bed's post, hitting his skull against one of its supports.
He slumps to the ground and starts sobbing.
Osamu pauses and he's like. "Crap, are ya okay? Crap. Shit."
And Atsumu is wailing and wailing and Osamu stumbles over and is trying to search him over, but Atsumu stops and starts laughing and is like: "Gotchya! Ya dummy, you're so gullible. Idiot 'Samu! Slow 'Samu!"
Osamu's too relieved to feel that pissed off, so he's like. OK. Smiles a little that at least Atsumu's okay enough to be cracking his stupid, childish insults again.
Then Atsumu starts to stand up, rubbing the back of his head because yeah it does ache a little. When he pulls his hand away there's like. Blood. ALL over his palm. There's blood on the bedpost. There's blood just projectile squirting out of his noggin onto the floor. Osamu and Atsumu make eye contact and scream.
(After a trip to the hospital, where Atsumu gets patched up, and is confirmed to not be concussed, Osamu willingly lets him have the bunkbed for the next three nights. After that though, they're back to their regularly scheduled shenanigans.)
atsumu throwing dirt at sakusa and calling it “exposure therapy”
sakusa sues him
Atsumu: Good morning Omi. Make me coffee?
Sakusa: Sure. You want it black? With two spoons of shut the fuck up?
@meloomi THIS IS SO MEAN OF YOU IM ALREADY SO OBSESSED WITH UNCLE ‘SAMU AND BABY MIYA BEING CLOSE AND I JUST KNOW TSUMU IS SO BETRAYED U G H H H
Atsumu comes home from practice to see you and osamu on the floor, with messily folded “menu’s” and play food on plates while baby miya wears Osamu’s hat to play “Onigiri miya” and Atsumu just plucks her from the floor and throws her onto his back and is like just like “no I want to go watch The Little Mermaid and you’re coming.” he’s such a chILD brb I’m going to THROW myself into a ring of fire 😭❤️
pt 1: naoyuki’s birth 🍼 | sakuatsu son
HAIKYUU CHARACTERS AS CHEESY PICK UP LINES 🧀
1. Kuro Tetsuro
“You must be a compound of barium and beryllium because you’re a total BaBe ”
chemistry pick up line? definitely something he would do.
2. Nishinoya Yuu
“Feel my shirt. Know what it’s made of? Boyfriend material.”
would 10/10 say something like this can't convince me otherwise
3. Mattsukawa Issei
“Baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be fine print.”
this man is soooo smooth
4. Yamaguchi Tadashi
“Anyone who says Disneyland is the happiest place on Earth has clearly never stood next to you”
He's so cute he'd definitely say something cute like this aaaaaaa
5. Oikawa Toru
“Was your father an alien? Because on planet Earth, there’s no one else like you.”
pfft- I see alien? I say oikawa
6. Tanaka Ryuunosuke
“Somebody better call God, because he’s missing an angel.”
Have y'all seen how he treats kiyoko like a goddess?
7. Osamu Miya
“ If you were a burger at McDonald's, you'd be the McGorgeous. ”
this man's life revolves around food, thinking about food 24/7 (me too lol)
8. Bokuto Kotaro
Owl be seeing you soon, right?
Uhmmm... yeah. self explanatory.
9. Atsumu Miya
“I'd like to take you to the movies, but they don't let you bring in your own snacks”
This is so cheesy I definitely see him saying that
10. Terushima Yuuji
“If I had a nickel for every time I saw someone as beautiful as you, I'd have five cents. ”
he is a the designated playboy but he's also pretty smart okay
*at a banquet where theres a lot people and sakusa standing in the corner scoping out the place*
Atsumu: Omi what are you doing?
Atsumu: *internally thinking he’s plotting to kill him* oh haha plotting what
Sakusa: My escape