#nurse!atsumu

[sassycheesecake]

“Make Me Lose Control” (doctor!Kiyoomi Sakusa x nurse!Atsumu Miya) +18 MDNI

A/N: Based on a fanart, I decided to write something for it❤️

Warnings: Cursing, making out, Tsumu in scrubs

Atsumu Miya arrives right on time at 6 AM to his day shift on Monday morning at the Osaka hospital.

With his coffee in one hand and his bag on his other shoulder, he arrives at the CPU, tired as hell.

When he walks into the break room, his two coworkers Tomas and Inunaki from the night shift, are sitting at the table. The latter with his head resting on his arms, appears to be sleeping.

The black-haired giant smiles at Atsumu as he rounds the table to put his food from the bag into the fridge.

“Hey Miya, how was your vacation?” Tomas asks friendly.

“Short. Way too short.” The blonde yawns as he sits down across from his coworkers.

Inunaki is snoring slightly but neither of the men dare wake him up. Inunaki is a sunshine on day shifts but he is a nightmare to work with on night shifts, his mood worse than a pregnant woman with mood swings. The poor nursing student Hinata, once made the mistake of waking Inunaki up to ask a question and just two minutes later, Hinata was crying to Atsumu about him.

Shuddering at the memory, Atsumu sips his coffee in silence, not really waking up from the caffeine in it.

Crossing his leg sideways over his knee, the tired blonde is scanning over the newly printed papers from the station, which shows that they have 5 patients in total.

Still drinking his coffee, he notices the sleeping beauty beginning to wake up.

Groaning and rubbing his face, Inunaki stretches through his wrinkly Mickey Mouse printed scrubs.

Hearing a few joints pop, he sighs out in satisfaction.

Finally opening his eyes, he notices Atsumu sitting across from him.

“Hey Miya, long time no see. How was your vacation?” Inunaki asks in a groggy voice.

Drinking some water from his bottle Atsumu brought with him as well, he answers the same way like he did with Tomas.

“Ah well, we can be lucky to get any vacation at all.” Tomas nods in affirmation.

“Before I forget, Hinata called and said he overslept, he should be here shortly though.” Tomas says.

Speak of the devil, the orange-haired nursing student has arrived.

Panting he apologizes frantically, saying his boyfriend had a Volleyball game the prior night and they celebrated their win.

Waving him off, Atsumu states it’s alright because a certain white-black-haired nurse hasn’t shown up yet.

The clock strikes 6:15 am and still no sign of the hyperactive guy.

“Can we just please do reports? I want to go home!” Inunaki grumbles.

They all agree and grab their pens to start reports.

Tomas grabs his paper and begins to read out.

“In room 506, a 58 year old male, came in two days ago with acute chest pain and syncope, got an angiogram, where they found a thrombosis that burst and clogged everything up. He got surgery and is doing fine now. In room 510, 19 year old female, got a pacemaker, diabetic. She threw up twice last night and Inunaki gave her some Metoclopramide and fluids, she’s doing okay now. Gave her some tea as well to calm down her stomach. Uhhh in room 511, we have a 40 year old guy, dude has had a burst aneurysm, had surgery and is currently in the ICU, they want to transfer him here after he stabilizes.”

“Yeah sure why not. Give me more problems.” Atsumu mumbles under his breath.

“Atsumu, can I take care of him if he comes over today?” Hinata asks with excitement.

“Sure, knock yerself out kiddo.”

As Inunaki is about to start with his patients, Bokuto struts in, not a care in the world for being 20 minutes late.

Whistling a happy tune, he sits down and takes a small sip of his Starbucks coffee.

Noticing the glances from his coworkers, he looks confused at their irritated faces.

“What?“ He asks cluelessly.

“You’re 20 minutes late Bo. We already started reports.“ Tomas scolds him.

Rubbing his hand behind his neck, Bokuto grins nervously.

“Sorry about that hehe. I saw Akaashi at the entrance. He just came out of his night shift from the lab.“

“Did you ask him out yet?“ Inunaki leans forward to watch Bokuto.

Pouting, his hair begins to deflate a little bit.

“No, I always chicken out when he stares at me with his gorgeous smile and his mesmerizing blue eyes. Makes me forget everything at that moment.“ Bokuto sighs dreamily.

“Yeah I know what you mean, every time I look into Oliver’s eyes, I could get lost into them. Aw man, now that I think about it, I haven’t had a good fuck in forever, he’s always in surgery and way too tired when he comes home.” Inunaki whines.

“Speaking of a good fuck, you guys never guess who got Syphilis from sleeping with the chief of neurosurgery! I heard that Hoshiumi from the Stroke Unit is the victim. Serves him right though.” Tomas gossips .

“I haven’t been intimate with Kageyama for a while now, is that bad? Does that mean he wants to break up?” Hinata worriedly asks into the round.

“Okay, can we focus back on the reports please? I don’t need ta know about y’all’s relationship problems.” Atsumu complains.

“Alright. Moving on then.” Inunaki accepts his request.

“So in room 505, a 89 year old guy, annoying as fuck as always, his wife is even worse. Weighs 300 pounds and had a heart attack. Doesn’t surprise me to be honest. Got an implantable cardioverter-defibrillator 4 days ago and rings the call light like every 6 minutes. Did I mention that he is incontinent?” The light-haired nurse smiles in pain.

“Bokuto you can have him. I’m not in the mood for this shit today.” Atsumu says without looking at Bokuto.

“Got it Tsum-Tsum.” Bokuto salutes in his cartoon owl scrubs.

“Why did they give him an implant anyway? He’s probably staying alive for like a year max and then dies anyway.” Atsumu scratches his head in frustration.

“Because everyone deserves a chance to live Miya, regardless of their personality, age, sex or culture.” The station doctor Meian Shūgo arrives.

Making himself a coffee at the espresso machine, he turns to the nurses, as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“We’re getting a new resident today. He transferred here after he graduated from Itachiyama. Please welcome him warmly when he arrives. We haven’t had a graduate from a private university in forever. And he was the top medical student in his class.” Meian orders.

“Great. A snobby bastard is just what we need.” Atsumu has a sick-sweet smile on his face.

“Maybe he won’t be so bad Tsum-Tsum.” The black and white haired man encourages.

“Well tough luck Miya, he’s going to work here, whether you like it or not.” Meian blandly states while walking out with his freshly brewed coffee to his office.

“Uhhh anyway, patient in room 509 died last night from cardiac arrest, so yeah that’s it. Bye.” Inunaki crumbles his report papers into the data trash and rushes to grab his bag to leave.

“See ya losers tonight. Have a great shift.” Inunaki calls over his shoulder, as he heads out.

“Bye Inunaki!” Hinata chirps after him.

Tomas walks over to Atsumu and Bokuto and pats them encouragely on the shoulder, taking his leave as well.

Atsumu places his face into his hands and groans in frustration.

At 7:30 after Bokuto and Atsumu finish their rounds, the blonde writes his reports on the patient chart. Writing down the vitals and the skin condition from patient in room 506, he feels strange all of sudden. Like a dark cloud that is nearing towards him.

As Atsumu turns around, his fears are confirmed as he sees a young 6’3” man with pitch black curly hair and a medical mask partially covering his scowling face. His coat fits his figure perfectly.

Upon further glance, Atsumu notices that the stranger’s sparkling white coat and black scrubs are completely free of wrinkles, hair perfectly done, like he comes fresh out of a model magazine.

His stature is proud and Atsumu can already tell, he is a very arrogant guy.

Just what Atsumu needs on the station.

He turns back to the papers and the stranger is stopping right next to him, staring at Atsumu without a word.

“What?” Atsumu asks him with an arched eyebrow.

“I need the charts for room 510 and 506.” The hot doctor demands.

“And yer are …?”

“The new medical resident. Dr. Kiyoomi Sakusa.” He introduces himself.

“Well I ain’t done charting yet, so ya hafta wait ‘til I am finished.” Atsumu continues to write.

Sakusa peaks over Atsumu’s shoulder.

“I can’t read your handwriting. It’s chaotic and messy.” Sakusa bluntly states.

“Tough shit buddy, not my problem.” Atsumu replies back without looking at him.

Just by that comment, Sakusa feels a vein bursting from that comment.

“Why aren’t you wearing a mask on the floor? Do you know how many viruses, bacteria and whatnot are in the air?”

“Is the word nagger yer middle name? Sheesh. I can’t breathe right if I wear a mask the whole 12 damn hours. Also, cannot hide this beautiful face from the world.”

Sakusa doesn’t say anything, just stares angrily at the blonde.

Hinata comes out of room 509, noticing the new worker giving Atsumu glares that could have him burst into flames.

Deciding to save his ass from a possible intervention, he moves to room 505, where Bokuto currently is.

“Bokuto! I think the new resident is here! Looks like him and Atsumu don’t get along.”

The buff golden-eyed man finishes putting a new plaster on the surgery wound on the patient’s chest, before taking off his gloves and throwing them into the nearby trash.

Disinfecting his hands, he grabs the new IV bottle and hooks it up to the patient.

“What do you mean? Are they already fighting? Is it as bad as when Dr. Oikawa was here for his residency?” Bokuto asks intrigued.

Hinata thinks for a few moments and follows Bokuto out of the room.

Stopping right in front of the patient’s door, Bokuto and Hinata can see Atsumu and the stranger giving each other deadly glares while talking to each other.

Before the fight can escalate into something physical, Bokuto steps in.

“Hey hey hey! Are you the new resident that Meian told us about?” The over friendly man asks.

The dark-haired doctor glances at Bokuto with a scowl so deep, it sends shivers down his spine.

“Yes. And your awful excuse of a station boss is being very unprofessional.” He growls while looking back at Atsumu.

Atsumu glares right back at him, puffing his chest up a bit.

“It ain’t my fault this fucking idiot doesn’t speak manners. I told him that I wasn’t done writin’ the charts and he keeps demandin’ them like the spoiled brat he is.”

“Do you want me to report you Miya? Give me the damn charts.” Sakusa warns him.

“No.” He stubbornly replies.

Bokuto observes the banter with curious eyes, Hinata watching the scene while hiding behind his coworker’s broad back.

“Haha okay, I think we should all calm down. It’s Monday and it’s…”- Bokuto squints his eyes at Sakusa’s ID - “Sakusa’s first day here. Tsum just give him the charts, I am sure he’ll bring them right back.”

It’s an uncomfortable silence for a while.

Suddenly, the door to Meian’s office opens.

“Sakusa, I really need the charts now. What’s taking so lo-“ Meian interrupts his sentence as he watches his new resident and the nurse have a glare battle of death.

“What’s going on?” The chief asks with a deep sigh.

“He’s being a scrub-“

“He’s being a difficult -“

Both start, making Meian’s annoyance level rise rapidly.

“You’re BOTH being difficult. Atsumu just give him one chart at least, so he can learn about the patient’s diseases and medications. Just switch out after you are done. You’re both full grown adults, I expect high-skilled professionalism on my floors. Are we clear?” Meian scolds in a dark tone.

Atsumu looks away in shame, mumbles a quiet ‘yes sir’.

The other medical professional just nods, also keeping his head down.

Grabbing the file from room 510, Atsumu holds it out for Sakusa to grab, only to quickly snatch it back, as soon as Sakusa tries to grab it.

The cardiologist is about to lose his shit and is just mere seconds away from strangling the smirking good-looking nurse in his dark blue scrubs.

“Miya.” Meian warns in a threatening tone.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” Atsumu cackles.

Sakusa forcefully grabs the papers from Atsumu and walks into his own office that he‘s been assigned.

Without saying anything, the angry ravenette goes inside and closes the door for some peace and quiet.

Atsumu still can’t wipe off his smirk, kind of feeling proud for making the new resident so angry.

Meian returns to his office as well after having a quick chat with Bokuto about the patient that is currently in the ICU.

‘Well Sakusa Kiyoomi, you‘ll learn soon enough that things won’t go your way like they did in medical school‘ , Atsumu hums in his head, before preparing the patient that has passed away for inquest.

3 Months later ~

Not much has changed at the CPU in the Osaka hospital.

Well to be honest, Sakusa and Miya are on a warpath.

Whenever those two would cross each other on their path, it always ends up in a mix between spitting curses and insults at each other.

Atsumu is currently on his break while Inunaki is on watch out for call lights or questions from doctors or family members from patients.

Eating the bento box of fried egg and fried rice with steamed vegetables that his twin brother and roommate Osamu has prepared for him the other day, he scrolls through TikTok to watch some stupid shit that pops up on his feed.

Sakusa enters the break room, not saying a word to Atsumu.

Grabbing his own food out of the fridge, Sakusa puts his broccoli-beef dish into the microwave, after inspecting it for stains and remaining leftovers.

“You know, eating so many carbs is not good. And… are you washing that down with an over-sweetened beverage from an overpriced food chain?“

“I don‘ fink I ashked for yer opinion Omi.“

Sakusa twists his face in disgust, as he listens to Atsumu talk with food in his mouth.

“Your manners are atrocious, Miya. I feel sorry for your partner.“

Atsumu swallows, collecting the rest of the vegetables onto his chopsticks.

“Good thing I don’t have one then.“ The blonde replies without looking at his coworker.

To be honest, it was unexpected for Sakusa to hear that Atsumu doesn’t have a partner.

The blonde is fit, he is jaw-dropping gorgeous, his smile could cure cancer but then again, his shitty personality ruins the looks.

The distracting noise of the microwave beeping snaps Sakusa out of his shock, taking the hot bowl out of it. Starting to walk out of the break room, Atsumu asks him a question that makes him stop.

“What about you?” Atsumu asks while he stares at Sakusa with a spark of interest in his eyes.

Sakusa has his back turned to Atsumu but answers nonetheless.

“What about me?”

“Do ya have a partner?” He clarifies.

Sakusa waits a few seconds, wondering if this kind of information is okay to share with someone he doesn’t particularly like.

“No. I don’t.” Sakusa leaves after that.

Atsumu has a small smile on his face after receiving the information, packing away his bento box to get back to work.

A few months later during the night shift, Atsumu is watching a Volleyball game with Inunaki. Well more like Atsumu watching it, while Inunaki is snoring in the comfy chair in the corner of the room, while a thick warm blanket covers his body up to his face.

Rubbing his tired hazel eyes, Atsumu sips another gulp of his energy drink, trying to stay awake.

All of sudden, the annoying beeping noise of a call light startles the blonde nurse.

Inunaki jolts up at the noise but Atsumu tells him he‘ll take care of it.

Mumbling a incoherent sentence, Inunaki falls back into the chair with a huff and moves onto his side and pulls the blanket closer to his body.

Lowering the volume of the game, Atsumu stands up to see who hit the call light.

It’s room 510, an elderly man who has an infection in his pacemaker is currently hospitalized in that room.

As Atsumu enters the room, he warns the patient of turning on the light before turning off the call light.

Before the blonde nurse can even ask, he immediately sees that the bedside next to the patient‘s arm is wet, which indicates that the IV is not good anymore.

With a tired sigh, Atsumu stops the fluid from dripping any further and takes out the IV.

After changing the bedsheets and hospital gown, Atsumu disinfects his hands and makes his way to the doctor on duty tonight, which is Dr.Pain-In-My-Ass-Kiyoomi Sakusa.

Without knocking on the door, Atsumu enters Sakusa’s office.

The curly-haired ravenette is currently typing away with a concentrated look on his MacBook, not even looking up at Atsumu.

“Can you maybe bother knocking next time before you disgrace me with your presence Miya?”

Scowling at what Sakusa said, Atsumu crosses his arms and tells the cardiologist what he came for originally.

“Patient in room 510 needs a new IV.”

“Fine. I’ll get to it later when I have time.”

“Can ya maybe do it now? So the guy can get his antibiotics before he dies? And so I don’t have ta wake up the poor guy again at-“ Atsumu glances at his Apple Watch- “fucking 2 AM.”

“I said I will get to it when I get to it Miya. Get out.” Sakusa hisses behind his screen.

Scoffing at his answer, Atsumu turns around to walk out and mumbles “prick” under his breath and that was the final straw for Sakusa.

“Miya you have something to say to me?” Sakusa asks in an aggressive undertone, closing his MacBook.

Stopping in his tracks, Atsumu keeps his back facing towards Sakusa.

“Ya know what? Yeah I do have somethin‘ ta say.“ Turning on his heel, he whips around to face the pissed-off resident.

“Yer actin’ all mighty-highly like ya found a cure for cancer. I bet they kissed yer ass in med school because they think they found the eighth wonder of the world. Well I got newsflash for ya buddy! Just because ya came from an expensive as shit private medical school, doesn’t make ya better than any of us! And also, just ‘cus Meian thinks yer a special snowflake, don’t mean I think you are! Yer a rude, entitled little sea urchin!” Atsumu vents as he glances down at Sakusa.

Sakusa still has his death glare resting on his face, slowly getting up from his desk chair, around his table.

Atsumu can now see Sakusa’s dark bags under his eyes much clearer, his black curls messy and unkempt, with dark red wrinkly scrubs hanging loosely on him.

The nurse doesn’t like that his opponent is a few inches taller than him but as he stares into his dark eyes, he feels like he is being pulled into the eternal darkness of them.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Office.” Sakusa speaks slowly in a very dangerous tone as he takes a step closer to the nurse with each word. Normally Atsumu would punch a guy like Sakusa but for some strange reason, it ingnites a fierce fire inside of Atsumu’s heart. The blonde hasn’t felt like this in a very long time and it seems like Sakusa feels that wildfire spread to him because the next thing Atsumu feels, are fierce yet soft lips on his own.

The action makes Atsumu’s breath hitch in his mouth but it’s like his body is not listening to him and he automatically kisses the ravenette back with as much force.

The physician grabs a hand full of soft sandy-blond hair and pulls on it harshly. The action makes Atsumu want to moan loudly but it’s muffled by slightly chapped lips against his own.

Sakusa uses the chance to sneak his mouth into the blonde’s mouth and tastes strawberry flavor of the energy drink and skittles that Atsumu has previously consumed.

Sighing in bliss, their tongues fight for dominance, with the cardiologist easily winning it.

But all of sudden, as if Sakusa put his hands into a fire, he retracts so quickly from Atsumu in just a blink and stumbles back into his desk.

Both of them breathing heavily, the blonde is in daze whereas the ravenette looks as pale as a sheet of paper.

"Kiyoomi? Ya okay?” Atsumu takes careful steps towards him only to be stopped by Sakusa.

"S-Stop. Don’t come near me. T-This was a mistake. Please get out. I’ll put an IV in the patient, just please get out.” He manages to stutter out in like an almost panicking manner.

The words feel like a punch to the gut to the cardio nurse but he follows the request and leaves without another word or glance at him.

Walking back into the break room, Atsumu slowly sits down, still trying to process what just happened.

Inunaki wakes up at the sound of his coworker sitting down.

Seeing his flustered face while still having a shocked expression, the light-haired nurse worries for Atsumu.

“Tsumu? You okay?”

Barely registering his words, Atsumu nods without saying anything first, like he is in trance.

“Yeah, uh… yeah, I am fine.” The blonde assures him.

Shrugging it off, Inunaki immediately falls back asleep, while Atsumu is still trying to process in his brain what the fuck just happened.

Slowly raising his fingers to his lips, he can still feel Sakusa’s warm and soft lips against his own, as if they left a trace on him.

Atsumu can’t help but smile slightly at the fact that the grumpy and stiff Dr. Kiyoomi Sakusa kissed him back.

\(^-^)/ stay tuned for part 2 ❤️

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : i didn't fall from heaven but i think you did

firefighter! osamu x paramedic! suna x nurse! komori

((the ossnkm brainrot continues and this wasnt beta read, just pure word vomit))

osamu's pov:

the fire was bad.

osamu chalked it up to faulty wiring or maybe a gas leak. either way, this building was toast, literally. he was the last firefighter in there, doing a last sweep for civilians and avoiding debris as much as possible.

he called out for signs of life until his throat gave out, and when he was absolutely certain he was the last person in there, he made his way to an exit.

now, being on the top floor of a burning (and collapsing) building, you would think the safest exit would be through a balcony or window. but osamu, bless his soul, became trapped in a windowless room. his radio crackled to life.

"osamu! everyone's accounted for! get yer ass out, the building is gunna blow!" atsumu barked into the radio, and osamu cursed silently. 'would've loved that information BEFORE getting trapped on the top floor.' osamu thought. his breaths became shallow, his mask only doing so much to prevent the smoke entering his lungs. he had to leave, and now.

before he had the chance to think, the floor collapsed on him sending him three stories down and onto the ground floor.

well. that solved his trapped issue. that also caused an immense pain in his arm.

great.

the building creaked in pain and osamu took that as a sign to get out before the building flattened him. the quickest way out was the window, which osamu jumped out of.

maybe he shouldn't have used his injured arm to break the window.

suna's pov:

it was absolute chaos outside.

civilians were being extra annoying as they tried to enter the burning building to try and retrieve who knows what. firefighters and several paramedics were doing their best to keep them away as they treated wounds or put out the fire.

suna was one of the paramedics on site, treating someone who was close to the fire when it started and luckily only had some minor burns. he worked swiftly as the police officer nearby took their statement of how the fire started. the brunette looked to the officer in sympathy as the man he was treating rambled and seemed to not directly answer the questions.

whatever, that wasn't his field and above his paygrade.

he cleared the man and the officer took him to wherever as suna looked up to see if there was anyone else to treat.

that's when he saw a firefighter jump out of the window and land on his arm, which had GOT to hurt. when the firefighter showed no signs of getting up, he dashed over with a stretcher to help him in any way possible. another firefighter dashed over, and the two of them hauled the unconscious firefighter onto the stretcher to let suna check for injuries.

when suna ripped his mask off, he nearly choked on air. 'holy shit, he's hot as hell!' the brunette thought, and it took everything in him to stop staring at his face and start checking for injuries. he wheeled the stretcher over to his truck, assessing his arms and getting an oxygen mask on his perfectly sculpted face. "damnit 'samu, i knew ya shouldn't have gone in there alone!" the firefighter scolded, and suna looked up to see a similar face looking at the unconsious firefighter.

'oh, they're twins.' suna realized.

the first thought that crossed suna's mind was 'they have the same face, but why is the unconsious one so much hotter' followed by guilt because 'damnit rin, you have a boyfriend... one who might also think this guy is hot.'

he pushed his spiralling gay thoughts aside before the blonde twin could start attacking his twin and wheeled "'samu" into the patient mod. this made the blonde firefighter stop and stare worriedly at his brother, knowing he couldn't come along since he still had a job to do.

that fact was emphasized when someone yelled out the blonde's name and he went running, leaving suna and "'samu" alone. said boy groaned, and suna went back into work mode to ensure the man wouldn't try to injure himself further.

"easy there, big guy. you've taken quite the fall. we gotta take you to the hospital." suna explains, doing his best to splinter his arm to keep him from moving it more and checking his lungs so often.

it was the most he could do to keep his gay panic at bay.

osamu's pov:

when he came to, it was noticeably less hot and his arm seemed numb. "-taken quite the fall. we gotta take you to the hospital." he hears, and looks up and-

has he died and gone to heaven? because there was a brunette angel splinting his arm. and of course, he had to voice his thoughts.

"'f course i fell. fell fer you, angel." he says, albiet muffled from the oxygen mask. it seems the brunette heard him clearly, however, as he turned a bright shade of red. osamu let out a wheezy laugh, causing the brunette to smile.

"okay, easy 'samu." the brunette started, and osamu's heart beat faster. 'this beautiful brunette not only knew his name, but called him a nickname??? he might be hearing wedding bells' the firefighter thought. "you breathed in quite a bit of smoke, and your arm might be broken." the brunette explained, but osamu was too occupied with his thoughts.

"i'm sure my boyfriend will be able to help you, you'll be in good hands." the brunette says, and osamu's heart drops.

the beautiful ones are always taken.

motoya's pov:

it was quite honestly a mundane shift.

that was until the news interrupted whatever drama show was on, showing a building engulfed in flames. it wasn't long until the head nurse of his floor gathered him and a few nurses and doctors.

"okay, so according to the paramedics on site, they were able to evacuate a good majority of the building, but there's a number of minor injuries and cases of smoke inhalation. there's only a handful of burns and other major injuries so ensure they are prioritized." the group separated to prepare for the number of patients theyll receive and motoya silently mourns for his previously mundane evening.

he takes a moment to check his phone, seeing a single text from his boyfriend, rintaro.

rin <3: hey, we got a rlly hot firefighter w broken arm and smoke inhalation, treat him and agree with me

motoya SHOULD be more offended, but he knows this job, along with rintaro's, has them seeing their fair share of hot men. it wasn't long until patients from the burning building came pouring in, and motoya and the other nurses and doctors jumped in to treat them.

komori spent time treating burn wounds and ensuring the patient's lungs were clear or would clear with time. rintaro and the mystery firefighter were the last to arrive, and yet he seemed to have the worst injury.

komori excused himself from his patient to help rintaro transfer the firefighter from the stretcher to an open bed, and immediately taking a look at their face.

'holy shit, rin was right. he is hot.' motoya thought as he went to connect the man to an oxygen and clear his arm of soot and dirt to cast his arm.

the whole time, motoya figured he and rintaro were thinking the same thing: they wanted to take this fine firefighter on a date.

osamu's pov:

he woke up to the white ceiling bustling noise of a hospital. it was odd, because there was no reason for him to pass out from slight smoke inhalation and a fractured arm.

well, finding out that your hot paramedic was dating should be reason enough, right?

he looked over to the nurse checking his vitals, and-

'holy shit, did i really die and go to heaven? or is everyone in the medical field just hot?' osamu's heart beat faster, which reflected onto the monitor. the nurse looked over and smiled, and damn, could you become even prettier?

the answer is yes.

"oh! youre awake! that's good. i'm nurse komori, i'll be taking care of you." komori greeted, and osamu repeated the name over and over in his head. komori seemed to talk more, probably about his injuries and how he should take a rest to recover and something about his arm, but osamu was just more interested in how his voice sounded, the little quirks and ticks about his voice and-

"oh, rintaro! he's been waiting for you to wake up, let me go and grab him!" komori says, causing osamu to break from his thoughts as he watched komori walk away.

his thoughts were about to start with questions when komori and the hot paramedic from earlier came back, both of them holding hands and smiling and-

oh. things made sense now.

the paramedic- rintaro and komori were boyfriends.

the beautiful people were always taken.

"hey, you're awake! you were pretty hot jumping out of the window, but try not to break your arm next time, yea?" rintaro spoke, and osamu's heart leapt back in his throat.

just because they were taken by each other doesn't mean osamu can't pine for both of them.

"uh- yeah, you're arm is broken in two spots, and it'll be about six weeks before you can take the cast off." komori explains.

aaand osamu's heart jumps right back down to his stomach.

"s-six weeks!? but what about work? or working out- how am i supposed ta cook with a cast?!" osamu exclaims, starting to panic a bit. the two medical boys just laugh.

"wow, from barely talking to going a mile a minute. you really do work wonders motoya." rintaro teases, making komori blush. osamu shuts his mouth and turns red as well.

"well, i'm sure your work will accomodate you or get you time off, you've already saved plenty of lives today." motoya compliments, placing a hand on osamu's cast. rintaro follows, and osamu has no choice but to let any and all thoughts cease and let the boys talk.

"you got six weeks, i'm sure you got plenty of time to go and relax, maybe leet the two of us take you out for dinner?" rintaro suggests, and osamu swears he might develop heart problems with how his heart is jumping everywhere.

"rin, youre gonna give him a heart attack." komori scolds and rintaro shrugs with a sly smug. "whaat? no reason to stall." he whines, but komori doesn't seem mad in the slightest. instead, they're both looking at him with hopeful looks.

'right, i need to respond.'

"of course! i- i mean yes! i want dinner with you both!" he pretty much blurts out, his face turning redder than roses. the two smiled and after some much needed formal introductions, osamu found himself glad he'll have some time off from work.

he's got a date with two of the most beautiful people in the planet to head to.

((i kinda suck at endings but its okay i hope you guys enjoy this!! if theres any typos or grammatical errors shh no there wasn't))

[skiptoyuri]

fake ass hater i saw u squeeing and KYAA! ♡ing over The World Famous Athlete Oikawa-Senshu

[mania-sama]

👻 trick or treat motherfcker 🎃

oh, what a lovely costume you're wearing! that's right, take a candy from the bowl... and you've got a fic idea! i have tons of those bouncing around my brain.

alright, this idea has been pinging around in my head for a month or so, now. i've thus far written not a single word for it in the google document i opened for it, so i will spill my brains out the best i can into this ask. additionally, with the candy you've pulled out, i will include a very short extra scene to go with it. because ideas are ideas. they invade my mind and don't let go, and god do i love this one.

let me set the scene: an alternate universe of sorts, where everyone is in university. aran is in his final year of university for his RN license, working as an intern at a nursing home as a CNA, in direct care of the residents. he's been working there for a while, but he's recently been put in charge of another resident after one of his coworkers was fired (i like to think something horrendously dramatic, like caught injecting heroine for a second time in a resident bathroom, but that's neither here nor there).

the resident he's now assisting truly doesn't need much help, and it puzzles him exactly why she's even there, aside from her momentarily lapses in memory and clarity. then, while he's entertaining mrs. yumie (as she's already asked him to call her, even though they've known each other less than two hours) over a long game of scrabble, someone knocks on the door. yumie doesn't seem surprised by this, and shoos aran to go let them in.

aran opens the door and greets kita shinsuke, a young man with white-and-black hair, clear skin, and large brown eyes. aran fumbles for a second, momentarily awestruck by the young man's beauty, before he demands their relation. kita introduces himself, learns that aran is the new attending CNA, and makes himself at home with his grandmother. aran doesn't question him, not really; kita doesn't volunteer any information about himself, and yumie seems content to let her grandson and her attendant settle into each other's presence on their own. he leaves them together, after a while. he gets the feeling kita may want alone time with her.

and most visitors only come by once every few weeks or months. a grandson isn't anticipated to be seen but once every few years. so, when aran is once again pulled into another game - this time, dominoes - and there is a knock at the door, aran does not open it expecting to see the same young man again.

and he sees him again the next day. and the next. and the next. and it happens until he realizes that, oh, this is the guy his fired coworker always gossiped about, the one who came by at the same exact time every single day without fail, come rain or shine. his coworker had bitched about kita, though; said he was difficult to get along with, that kita would always make it a point to ask his coworker to leave the room.

aran doesn't get it. kita has never asked him to leave. and while being rather quiet and non-expressive, kita has never been unkind or difficult, either. in fact, aran would say that they are warming up to each other quite well.

and that's where the fic continues. it would go on to describe their budding friendship and general feelings towards each other, as aran finally gains the confidence to ask questions. kita answers them, obviously; he's just not going to volunteer anything, most of the time, aran realizes. and it's not for the necessity of a private life. kita just doesn't pick up that sometimes, he is expected to answer questions that people don't verbally ask. it bypasses him, so aran goes on to make himself more clear.

the situation is this: kita hadn't been the one to volunteer his grandmother into a nursing home. he isn't home a lot. she starts wandering from home, up and down streets. she has lapses in judgement, where everything becomes confused and disoriented. she's sharp, most of the time; that's why she realizes that without kita home with her, since he goes way to both attend the farm and university (a different one than aran), that she is both stressing her grandson out and a danger to herself. so, she signs herself up for the nursing home.

kita visits at the exact same time everyday, at two in the afternoon, since he purposefully scheduled himself to never have class at that time. it's too hot to be outside, either, so he never has an overriding guilt of not overseeing his crops and farmhands at the time. he stays for an hour, then promptly leaves. it's a routine, and he intends on sticking with it. aran is merely absorbed into that consistent routine.

while this fic would have a happy ending, it's important to note that, if i did ever write it, nothing serious would happen between aran and kita until his grandmother passes. having a grandmother with alzheimer's wrecks the soul. when it starts going downhill, it goes down fast and hard. kita would cope with it the best he could. there are breaks when, in the late stages, he couldn't bear the fact that she would look at kita and see a stranger for the entire hour together. and aran would be there, supporting as best as he could, but he's torn, too, having started loving yumie as much as his own grandmother. that stage of pain and grief would be the climax, of sorts. only then would they get into an sort of serious, long-term relationship, after all is said and done.

i would also like to note that it wouldn't just be about kita. it would be about aran, and all of the tribulations that come with the healthcare industry, and especially with the elderly. he is constantly surrounded by grief. it is not easy. it is taxing, and kita would be there for him when it all starts to bear down too heavily. he's the reprieve, the eye of the storm in the thick of the hurricane. aran would be the central character, with his struggles being the one reflected in those around him, not vice versa.

an interesting sidebar: i was going back and forth on whether or not this would be arankita or atsukita. even now, i still entertain the idea of either or. i think they could both work in their respective places, only i probably wouldn't have atsumu by a CNA/RN. he'd probably just be a receptionist or something that hosts weekly bingo night. but regardless, he'd meet kita all the same, every single day.

but, with the ship that i have written entirely in this version of what i will lovingly dub the Nursing Home AU, i want to present to you a scene that i find hilarious. aran is working, as per usual, and anticipates kita's arrival. however, when the knock sounds, it's different. harsher. an alternating pattern that's familiar but most certainly is not kita familiar. when he opens the door, he's face-to-face with atsumu, and osamu ducked behind him. atsumu has a book in his hand, grinning grimly, and says, "hey, aran."

aran looks him up and down, then osamu, who's expression really isn't any better. he demands to know why they are here, and atsumu reveals that they've been friends with kita since high school. aran is old friends with the twins; they playing together in middle school, but aran ended up in a different high school. they reconnected in university, in an off-chance where aran had to retake a class with a lot of incoming freshman and meets osamu, just to find out that atsumu was recruited to join the collegiate volleyball club. queue aran-miya twins friendship, where aran did not know that they were also friends with kita.

and, atsumu tells him, waving a book in his face, they are here to read to granny yumie per kita's orders. kita couldn't make it because he was out with illness and didn't want to drag it into the nursing home, where a bunch of old people with weak immune systems could catch it and die. atsumu's words, not kita's. anyway, aran is worried and it makes the twins laugh a little. they offer kita's address, should aran want to stop by.

osamu says he brought onigiri. and that's really aran's only condolence as they sit through atsumu's terrible reading of In A Grove by Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, a story that would take any normal, sane person ten to thirty minutes to get through, tops. it takes atsumu the entire hour. yumie does not spare an beratings when the time calls for it because, really, a university student should not be this bad at reading out loud.

aran hopes kita never falls ill ever again.

anyway, if anyone reading this ever wants to write about this concept in any capacity, go right ahead. i'm sure i'll never get around to it.

[kitasuno]

with you, i'm first | miya osamu x reader

in which miya osamu is used to coming second to his brother. but with you, he's always first.

wc: 1113 | gn!reader | fluff

Miya Osamu is used to coming second. 

It starts with Atsumu, like most things do. October is cold and gray and Atsumu comes first, a small body with a large presence that fills the warm hospital room. His cries are loud and he’s a little underweight, but with him comes the sun. 

Atsumu is born under a partly cloudy sky but the nurses swear he was shrouded in sunlight. 

Osamu comes twelve minutes later. His parents are crying and his Ma is close to passing out. If he thinks really hard he can almost feel her warmth, Atsumu’s sobs, and a mumble of prayers that October has safely brought Atsumu and then Osamu.

He asks Grandma one day what the weather was like when he was born. She says, with confidence, it was foggy.

Atsumu doesn’t get along with his classmates. He is too loud and too rash and lacks social cues, and Osamu is angry because Stupid ‘Tsumu cares too little: and he wants everyone to know Atsumu like he knows Atsumu.

They fight and they yell and they argue until Atsumu says, 

‘Samu, I don’t care about ‘em. Why do ya care so much? 

And Osamu throws him across the room. The argument ends there, he says sorry, and Osamu lies awake that night thinking about his brother. Atsumu is hotheaded. And an idiot. A loud snorer, too. But he turns on his side and curls into a ball because he knows it was sunny when Atsumu was born and all of a sudden he really wants to be his brother. 

Atsumu dyes his hair first: it’s a shitty box dye from the pharmacy down the street, and it looks terrible. It’s a little yellow and a little neon, and Osamu laughs until his sides hurt when Atsumu shows him. 

But Atsumu is proud, and he is confident, and he goes to school with a hundred watt smile and a group of girls trailing after him. 

Osamu goes to the pharmacy that night and buys a box of gray, cloudy dye. Atsumu helps him bleach his hair under their bathroom sink with the faulty tap and tells him he looks like the moon.

His Ma says that Atsu is hot and Samu is cold after the two have a particularly bad fight. Atsumu is gleeful and smug as he gloats that he was born to be hotter and warmer and better, and Osamu punches him. 

He remembers his Ma sitting on the porch, an arm around his shoulders as he pouts. 

“‘S not fair,” Osamu had said, his chin in his palm. “Why’d ya name Tsumu that?” 

His Ma had laughed, quietly, leaning her weight into his side. And she had held his cheeks between her palms and told him with a fire in her eyes that Osamu means To Rule. 

He meets you for the first time in February. 

You were standing in front of him, a little sheepish, with a box of chocolates in your extended palms. He remembers feeling something heavy in his chest. Because, yeah, Atsumu was definitely going to accept your confession. 

You had said, IReallyLikeYou, and Here’sSomeChocolates, and Please Accept Them. 

You were shorter than him, and your hair was done nicely, and you were blushing and nervous. And you were really fucking cute. But Osamu is used to coming second, so the only thing that comes out of his mouth is, Why? And then, Tsumu’s in tha next classroom ov’r. 

He doesn’t remember what happened next, only Atsumu’s laugh and the slap echoing through the halls. You leave with his cheeks stinging and hot. And Atsumu had teased him the next day, behind his mountain of chocolates and confessions, because Osamu’s face was still red twelve hours later. 

He sees you a lot the year after. 

You’re in the same class as him and ‘Tsumu, and you smile every time you see him. You sit two rows in front of him and you’re not very good at tying your uniform. Every lunch, Osamu watches you pull out the same gray bento with a wrapped onigiri on the side. He tells you one day that he really likes onigiri. And then, Osamu watches as every lunch, you pull out the same gray bento with two wrapped onigiris on the side. 

With you, it’s always Hi Osamu, first, and then, Hullo Atsumu. With you, it’s an onigiri dropped on his desk when the lunch bell rings. With you, Osamu thinks back to a conversation with his Ma on a porch. 

Osamu means To Rule.

The menu is this: Tuna mayo on Mondays and Thursdays, Ume on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Friday is plain. You don’t ever bring onigiri for his brother. 

He asks you, on a hot night in June, what your favorite type of weather is. You had your knees tucked to your chest, a sparkler in hand, and then told him cloudy. Cold. Foggy. Winter. Snow is nice, too. You say it all with no hesitation. 

Osamu kisses you for the first time that night. 

It’s New Years and you’re cooking Ozoni on the stove. The curtains are open, it’s snowing outside, and Osamu wakes to the smell of miso and the sound of carrots on a chopping board. He gets out of bed, padding to the kitchen with half-lidded eyes and a stifled yawn, and then he thinks his heart stops when he sees you. 

Because what Miya Osamu is not used to is this: coming first and having something unequivocally his. 

But you’re bent over the counter, fiddling with the oven as you read the instructions on the back of the packaged Yakimochi you bought the other day. And you’re wearing his shirt, it falls right below your thighs, your hair is still messy from using his chest as a pillow, and you look beautiful. 

“Mornin’ ‘Samu, come help me with this.” You say, looking back at him with a smile, pointing to the fresh pot of rice on the counter. “You’re in charge of onigiri.”

He hugs you instead, his arms around your stomach with your back to him. 

“But I like yer onigiri,” He says, his chin on your head. His eyes are watering and it must be from the steam of your boiling dashi. 

“‘Samu,” You complain, giggling as he presses kisses into the crown of your head. “I made enough for ya in high school.” 

It’s cold outside and snowing, and Osamu knows he’s going to make the onigiri. 

He also knows that if his name means To Rule, he’s okay with coming second if it means you’re by his side.

[shun-ie]

₍⁠₍⁠ ⁠◝ documented inspiration

content : established relationship, mentions of sex pictures/videos, filming, groping, teasing, riding, hickeys, creampie, belly bulge, overstimulation, dry orgasm, crying with tears (from pleasure), doesn't follow original plot, writer!amab!reader, volleyballplayer!suna, lmk if i missed anything :))

[not proofread]

m.list !

suna rintarou. a man who documents his life through pictures and videos. a man who is secretly fond of memories, but doesn't show it.

it was during college he met the love of his life. l/n y/n. an unknown author online, famous for his fictitious short stories.

throughout college, suna's phone was filled with candid pictures, stolen shots, and cute little videos of his one and only. which had atsumu complaining one time, trying to find pictures of the lessons he had missed when he was in the nurses office because he sprained his ankle by stupidly jumping down a flight of stairs.

"man, you should think about buying another phone if you'll just fill your shit up with y/n's face," atsumu deadpanned at suna after finding out the latter deleted the lessons due to lack of storage. obviously to make more space for y/n reasons.

suna scoffed, turning away from him and walking down the hallway to their next class, "i don't need another. one is enough." atsumu follows after him, trying to reason with him about this documenting obsession of his.

it had gotten to the point where suna had to get another phone because be refused to delete any pictures and videos of y/n.

sitting against the headboard, setting up his new phone, his boyfriend hums a bit, making him look up in question, "what is it?"

y/n chuckles, "it's just adorable that you have so many pictures of me." he scrolls through second year pictures when they first met, then abruptly stopping on a picture he has never seen in their current year. "rin . . ." pink colors his cheeks as he stares at the photo intensely. "when did you take this?" he hands the phone over to his boyfriend's awaiting hand before slamming his face into the softness of the duvets and blankets.

"oh? i thought i put this in a separate file?" suna murmurs, making y/n squirm with a muffled 'there's more!?'. he lifts his head with a flushed face, sitting up and makes a quick grab for the phone.

suna, noticing his movements, holds it out of his reach and gives him a smirk. y/n huffs and reaches for it again, fighting for the phone, failing to realize how close they've become. suna spreads his legs wider as y/n crawls in to close their distance.

it took suna's lips pressing against his to realize their proximity. before he could pull away, a firm hand pressing against the back of his head keeps their lips locked.

y/n's eyes flutter close, raising his hands to cup suna's cheeks, pulling him into a deeper kiss. he hums, raising his hips to straddle his boyfriend.

suna abandons both phones and gropes y/n's ass, getting comfortable for the long session he engaged them in. y/n pulls away out of breath, proceeding to kiss down his partner's neck, nibbling and leaving feathery but prickling touches. he licks a strip and sucks on suna's adam's apple, drawing out a low groan from said man.

suna's grip sinks into y/n's flesh, "fuck." he stares up at the ceiling of their shared dorm room, feeling the uncomfortable constraints of his shorts. just as his mind got lost in the clouds of pleasure, he is deprived of that desire as y/n pulls away with a simple peck right beside the forming hickey on the center of his neck. he groans in response, squeezing the mounds in his palms, and drags out a disappointed, "why?"

y/n moves the hands groping his ass to his hips and sits on his shins, waving suna's document filled phone which he had taken in the middle of his ministration, a sly grin on his swollen and saliva coated lips, "you gonna show me your file or should i hide this?"

y/n unlocks the phone to the sight of his hole being filled to the brim with cum, dripping down his thighs as suna plugs it all inside and adds more to the load. a thumb is being pushed in alongside his length, trying and failing to give the camera a view inside his warm cavern.

an amused feeling washes over suna as he watches y/n's eyes take in every detail of the picture, zooming in some areas, and tracing every dribble of cum going down his thighs and onto the sheets with his gaze.

suna seems to forget that y/n also writes erotic and smutty stories.

after graduating, y/n started to publish books in both hardcover and paperback, but still continued making money from posting early access chapters of his new collections online. suna pursued his volleyball career and even got a small side job for when he was bored.

they got an apartment together and christened every room after settling in. they take advantage of the soundproof walls any free time they have.

it was one of those times where the day went by so slow. y/n was on his laptop, finishing off a chapter with a troubled face while suna skipped through channels on the television.

a stressed out grunt gains suna's attention, laying his eyes on y/n who was now standing up and pacing around the dining table, wearing an expression he was all too familiar with. "writer's block?"

y/n sighs out loud, padding towards his lover and slumping right into suna's arms, and stuffing his face into the crook his neck, "hold me, i'm stressed."

suna laughs, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, rubbing his back in comfort, "can i offer any sort of assistance?" y/n peeks up at him, thinking deeply about it. he then nods and gets up, an innocently suspicious smile painting his sinful lips.

"yes, you absolutely can."

"fuck, this is so erotic," suna grunts out, squeezing y/n's thighs with one hand while the other held a phone up, recording every single second of his boyfriend bouncing up and down on his dick.

y/n shamelessly moans out loud, reaching up to grope his chest, pinching his nipples to add to the ecstasy he was feeling. suna's slides his grip up to his hips, rubbing the pad of his thumb on the supple flesh. "so hot."

suna lets out a broken chuckle, breathing heavily as he's being taken to the gates of heaven. "all this so you could write out a scene for your book?" he directs the camera to y/n's face as he shoved two fingers inside his gaping mouth, pressing against his tongue. "you like being recorded don't you?"

"owmwy fwow wouu," y/n whines out, his words blocked by the fingers in his mouth. he gasps when he feels suna's cock go deeper into him, his hands trails down his body—his movements being followed by the camera—pressing over the bulge forming in his belly. "swo dweew," he cries out.

suna takes his fingers out and wraps his wet hand around his boyfriend's erection, mixing the saliva with the pre-cum. he times y/n's bounces with his jerking, pushing the man on top of him reeling from the overwhelming pleasure.

he points the camera to their joined parts, zooming in at all the juices and past ejaculations leaking out of y/n's hole, "look at that, my own automatic fleshlight," he bites out, letting out a ragged breath, his hand shaking from the on-coming flood of hedonism.

the skin slapping, moans, groans, and grunts were all that filled the room, with occasional squelching. though at this point, y/n didn't care about his book. he would never admit it, but being recorded and documented brought some sort of thrill to him and oddly happiness.

the thrill is, what if suna loses his phone? what if someone gets a hold of it? what if they get in and go through the gallery and the forbidden file? a sex file full of l/n y/n.

he didn't want that to happen, but what if? putting that aside, his happiness stems from the idea of suna looking back and relieving himself just by looking at him or even watching all the videos he started taking when he found that picture once upon a time.

god, he sounds like a freak.

y/n tightened around suna's length, squeezing a guttural groan from him. "i- ah!~" he pants, grabbing his partner's wrist and trying to slow his continuous actions on his dick. "p-please . . . i feel . . . hah . . . like i'm about to . . . hngg . . ." he throws his head back, mouth hanging open as his eyes roll back, spraying cum onto the camera and suna's body and face.

before he could come back from being submerged in euphoria, he is drowned further as suna flips their position over. he grunts right beside y/n's ear, pressing against him despite the hot and sticky mess in between them. "you think it's all over?"

suna ruts harder and faster, pushing y/n completely over the edge of overstimulation. "i think," a huff, "you should put this in your book."

he grins to himself, seeing how y/n's body shook, in a high he can't get over. "s'too much," he sobs out, tears sliding down his temples, mixing with the sweat in his damp hair.

suna leaned down and pressed his lips against his boyfriend's, murmuring against them, "you want me to stop baby?" y/n merely shakes his head, his body continuing to quiver.

"s'too much," y/n moans out dumbly, "s'too good." he mumbles out more incoherent words in between sobs and mewls, his back arching, completely off the bed as the creeping feeling approaches him once more. he was seeing stars, even the galaxies.

suna hisses, feeling y/n tighten even more. he plants his face in y/n's hickey ridden neck, a moan ripping out his throat. the release he was delaying, coming closer and closer like a thread hanging on for dear life. "fuck!"

as if thrown up into the clouds, suna moans out as everything unravels in his free fall of satisfied pleasure, coating y/n's insides with more white, filling him up deep. y/n on the other hand couldn't let out anything, but a cry.

as if everything had fallen into place, suna rolls his hips to ride out both their highs. he then stops, crashing on top of y/n, who's too disoriented and exhausted to make a sound of protest. he merely lets out a croaky, "s'full . . ."

'he had a dry orgasm,' suna tiredly thought. he realized when he didn't feel anything hot between them. he pulled his softening cock out and draped the duvet over him and y/n. he spooned his boyfriend into his arms and cuddles into him.

y/n was knocked unconscious after saying his last words, head empty and body heavy and possibly hurting in the morning. but suna would take care of him like he always did.

"oh my," y/n whispers to himself, watching himself on suna's new phone. he saw how his cum sprayed all over the camera, he listened to how dirty he had sounded. he was currently bedridden (in new sheets of course), the pain in his lower spines disabling him from walking temporarily.

suna laughs, peeling tangerines for y/n. "yes, oh my is the right reaction," he placed the now peeled fruit on the plate, "were you that pent up after i went to play for eliminations? i mean, it was for a week." he took the phone and replayed his most favorite part. being showered in cum. "you missed my dick that much?" he teased, showing him the scene once more.

y/n pouts and blushes, as he watches himself spray cum again. "everything was just so erotic . . . you recoding me . . . it really got me going," he quietly admits, wringing his fingers nervously.

his boyfriend merely laughs a little and smiles at him, "you're so cute." suna pecks his nose lightly before handing him an orange, "you gonna write about it?"

y/n ponders and nods his head. "yes. and thank you, by the way," he smiles back at him, breaking the fruit in half and giving the one to suna. "do you want me to do anything in return?" the inquiry surprised his boyfriend, not expecting anything in return, only because he prioritizes y/n's happiness over all.

"hmm . . . i want you to sit on my face when you're all better."

[ilylovelyz]

haikyuu boys when protective of you

most likely gets into a fight, does throw the first punch, and dramatically whines afterwards, forcing you to be his personal nurse ATSUMU, TANAKA, nishinoya, terushima, IWAIZUMI, hoshiumi

so insulting and almost degrading to whoever is threatening you that the offender ends up leaving out of embarrassment TSUKISHIMA, shirabu, KUROO, kenma, sugawara, daishou, akira, SUNA, kageyama, ushijima, futakuchi, hanamaki

YOU'RE the one who is protecting them SAKUSA, hachi, bokuto, YAMAGUCHI, GOSHIKI, asahi, tendo, AONE, oikawa (somehow), koganegawa, LEV

does his best to diffuse the situation, but ultimately leaves angry and mentally hexes them KIYOKO, akaashi, KITA, DAICHI, hinata, yaku, hirugami

spends the night in jail KENTARO, semi, yamamoto, mattsun, OSAMU

[bokutosbabe]

Having His Baby

a/n — osamu brainrot is actually insane. not proofread so for sure horrible i wrote this on a whim 🫶🏼

content — nsfw, 18+, osamu x fem! reader, breeding kink, goes back and forth between high school and time skip, reader and osamu are high school sweethearts, reader and osamu are married, mating press, cursing, talk of a pregnancy scare, nicknames(pretty girl, nasty girl, baby, maybe more i forgot), daddy kink if you squint, i think that’s it! lmk if i missed anything!

synopsis — in high school osamu miya knew you were meant to be a mom, but seven years later he’d finally decided he would make you one himself.

✿.｡.“ screaming but daddy i love him! ”.｡.✿

Osamu always knew you’d be a good mom. From the moment he'd met you in the nurse's office during his first year, you simply radiated that aura. Always so willing to help him every time he and atsumu got in a fight or he got hurt in volleyball — you would drop everything to come help him in the nurse's office.

Sure, it wasn't exactly smart to skip the classes that Osamu needed you in, but that was your job. You were the nurse's student assistant after all.

You hadn't gotten the courage to actually speak to him until his fourth appearance in there, yes you'd given him your number just so he could text if he needed help, but the two of you only texted when he was hurt. (you had no idea how many “you up?” texts he had wanted to send to you to see if you'd respond)

It was an accident really, saying your first real words to him. They were simply out of shock as you saw his lip cut open and his jaw already beginning to bruise, "what happened to you?” you had asked, hand slightly grazing the boy's, now bruised, jaw.

That was a million years ago in Osamu’s mind, while it really had only been seven. So much had changed since he first met you, you started dating not soon after, and then he'd married you, he’d opened his own onigiri business, and it all led here — to the two of you cooking in the kitchen. " ‘samu, can you get me a bowl? There's none in the drying rack and my hands are dirty.” your cute voice broke him out of the weird trance he was under as he watched you work. “Anything for you baby.” he cooed as he reached over your head and grabbed a clean bowl for you.

Everything was always clean in your shared home, which shouldn't have been a bad thing— except it was to Osamu. As a kid, he remembered him and Atsumu making various messes whether it be with liquids or even drawing on the walls- their home was very rarely clean. Osamu loved and appreciated everything you did for the house, but the ache to have kids that would make simple messes prodded at him more often than he would've liked to admit. He remembered the first time he brought kids up to you in high school during second year.

“ ya ever think about havin' kids? ” he asked as the both of you lay in his bed, his TV just droning on as background noise since the two of you had been talking the entire time. “Hmm…sometimes. I have dreams that we have kids- twins actually,” you admitted. Your raw and honest confession shouldn't have had his cock stirring in his pants the way it did, “Really?” he asked as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, imagining your stomach all round with his children, not one child, but twins. “Yeah, and they look like you,” you said simply, hands finding their way to his dyed locs and running through them. That conversation made Osamu Miya realize that he would rather die than not have kids with you. (and that he had a breeding kink but he found that far too embarrassing to tell you)

When you press the spoon to Osamus's mouth is when he suddenly comes back to the present, “Open samu, need my favorite person to make sure it tastes good.” you smiled as the man opened his mouth and allowed you to feed him— which only made him think of you feeding a baby - your baby. The male nodded as he pulled away from the spoon, “tastes good baby.” He wasn’t lying, it did taste good- but maybe the thought of you feeding a child made his mind a bit fuzzy. “thank goodness, it’s a new recipe, so I was really worried.” you gave your husband a smile as you turned back around, grabbing the bowl osamu had gotten you.

Maybe it was the high school memories coming back to him, or maybe it was him thinking about how the house was always spotless, hell— perhaps it was because you just looked so cute right now with your apron around your waist and spoon in hand. Whatever it was, Osamu couldn’t help the ache he felt in his pants, coming behind you and placing his hands on your stomach. “ ‘Yer so cute…”

“mhm, thank you, baby. you’re real cute too.” you smiled as you tilted your head up, giving him a quick peck on the chin. As you returned to what you were doing, filling bowls with the soup you had made for dinner, Osamu pressed himself against you, his hard-on very prominent. As much as you could’ve tried to ignore him, your husband always got his way when it came to you, “ ‘Samu dinners ready…” you said as you pressed your back into his chest- face beginning to heat up.

“ it can wait…need you right now-” usually your husband was a kind, patient man (except when he ‘had’ to fuck you in the back room of onigiri miya when you brought him some lunch) “You’d be such a good mommy…so good to our babies.” the male muttered against your hair, grabbing your waist and grinding against your clothed cunt. a small moan fell from your lips, “ ‘s-samu! it’ll get cold-”

It wasn’t like you were oblivious to Osamu's want for kids, in your third year you and Osamu had had a pregnancy scare. While many other 18-year-old boys would’ve probably been relieved seeing that one line on the pregnancy test, Osamu felt some strange emptiness and disappointment. sure, it wasn’t ideal to be teen parents, but he couldn’t figure out why he so badly wanted you to have his baby. It was on that same day that he figured out he didn’t want a professional volleyball career, no he wanted to have a true career that let him be home with you as often as he could be (so he could knock you up.) ever since that day, every time you passed the baby section in a store- his eyes would glaze over and he’d mention how tiny the shoes and clothes were, and you’d talked about kids- but never were you guys actually ‘trying’ for a baby.

“ jus’ reheat it,” Osamu mumbled as he picked you up, strong hands that still hold proof of his years of playing volleyball and now being a professional chef digging into the underside of your thighs. Your house wasn’t large in the slightest, but the minute it took for him to carry you felt like it took an eternity. The second Osamu’s foot crossed over the barrier of your shared bedroom- his lips were on yours. The kiss was downright disgusting, spit being shared as his tongue invaded your mouth, leaving you gasping for air when he finally pulled away. “ so pretty…” he mumbled as he carried you over to the bed, using one of his hands to untie the apron that hugged your waist in a way that turned his brain to mush.

Osamu groaned as he pulled off your shirt, seeing that you had no bra on, “you knew this was gon’ happen didn’t ya pretty?” he asked as skillfully he pulled his gray shirt off with one hand, making you squirm under his intense gaze. “n-no I just-” but Osamu didn’t want to hear your excuses, there was no need for them now. his hand quickly pushed you down to where your back met the mattress, lips puckering around one of your nipples as he played with your other one. he wasn’t much of a boob man, much rather enjoying your ass, but even he couldn’t stop the images of your tits full of milk from invading his mind. he let out a groan as he looked up at you, hand covering your mouth as you watched him- face flushed in arousal and maybe some embarrassment. “let me hear you pretty girl.” he came up and caught your lips in another kiss, hand sneaking down to the waistband of your his shorts and pulling them off of your legs in one quick movement. if there was one thing about Osamu Miya, it was that he knew how to get you undressed in a matter of seconds.

You instinctively tried closing your legs, but Osamu knew you too well, his knee already finding solace between your legs as he pulled away from the kiss, a string of spit connecting the two of you as he looked down at you. “fuck baby…look at how wet you are,” you let out a small moan as he ran a finger over your clothed cunt, your panties becoming insanely wet as you reached down and grabbed his wrist. “please ‘samu, need you…” you begged as you shook your head. “want you in me-”

Now usually your husband wasn’t the type to fuck you without fingering you or (his favorite) eating you out, but right now his cock was begging to be freed from the confines of his jeans. “my pretty girl…”he mumbled as he pulled off your panties, a string of arousal connecting to you, making him let out a groan. “need to fuck ya right now…” and Osamu made good on his word, quickly getting rid of his jeans and boxers, cock springing to life- making you moan as you saw it. it didn’t matter how many times you’d seen Osamu in his bare glory, it always made you want to thank whatever gods decided you were good enough for him.

You remembered in high school when the two of you had first had sex, both inexperienced as you tried figuring out what position worked for the both of you and accidentally breaking his bed— something atsumu never lets you forget.

Osamu groaned as his tip met your entrance, staring at you with those bedroom eyes that were like a remedy to any problem you ever had,chest heaving as he stopped himself from shoving into you- wanting you to be ready for him. “please samu…need it so bad-” you cried out as you reached up to his neck, moaning as you brought him down for another kiss. osamu miya was nothing if not a gentleman who listened to his wife, pushing into your hole and bottoming out almost immediately, groaning against your lips,“still so tight fa me, huh baby?” the moan you let out was almost pornographic, back arching into your husband,“ fuck! S-samu!” you cried out, legs wrapping around his waist.

Sure, Osamu could’ve been nice and given you time to adjust to him like he usually did, but who had time for that when he needed to get you pregnant tonight? The male groaned as he took your legs and pushed them to where your knees were pressed against your chest, making him feel extra deep, “s-samu!” you cried out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “yer so pretty, baby, my pretty girl…”osamu mumbled to himself. he didn’t even give you a warning before pulling out and slamming back into you, letting out his own moan as your nails scratched into his back.

You’d always been sensitive when it came to osamu, but never had you felt him this deep inside of you before, gasps and moans leaving your mouth. “feel me, baby? gonna get you pregnant, full of my cum.”osamu pressed down on your stomach as he thrust in and out of you in a rhythm you knew all too well. you tried answering him, truly you did, but even two seconds with Osamu into your cunt made you brain dead. “mhm-” was the only word you could make, giving your husband a small laugh as he looked down at you.

“Fucked ya dumb already pretty girl? C'mon, know ya got more in ya-” The teasing tone in his voice made you want to cry, but some sick sort of enjoyment of being embarrassed held back those tears. you looked so pretty under Osamu, your wedding ring adorning your finger as your hair was messily sprawled out beneath you with your knees pushed to your chest. Osamu thought he could take a mental picture and have enough spank bank material for three months, at least.

“Gonna cum- ah samu!” you whined out, nails scratching down your husband's back. Osamu let out a groan, maybe he should give you more money to get your nails done, because the short acrylics you have on scraping down his back made him want to short circuit. “cum for me baby, gonna look so good filled with my cum.” Osamu was on the brink of his release, groaning as he brought a hand down to finally rub your clit, giving you the final push to let go. you moaned out his name over and over, even slipping a small ‘daddy’ in the chant of words. With that one word, you made Osamu want to blow his load- feeling his hips stutter before stilling inside of you and releasing his cum. you whined as you felt him fill you up, your husband had always came a lot- but something about right now- this singular moment- made him give you everything he had.

Osamu looked down where the two of you were connected, seeing his and your cum mixing as it spilled out around his cock,“ fuck…” he said as he pulled out watching as more seeped out of your abused cunt. it would be a waste if you didn’t keep it all in, though. Osamu hummed as he fingered the cum back into you, making you let out a gasp from how overstimulated you already were.

“gotta make sure it sticks, baby.”

✿.｡.“ i’m having his baby ”.｡.✿

if you can’t tell, i love the miyas.

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!!

[saintpavlov]

he doesn't mean to make you sad, you know that. it's just that, when atsumu's upset it becomes everyone's problem—yours especially.

you don't know how it starts. atsumu had been bouncing off the walls just a moment ago, drunk off of booze and the afterglow of victory. you don't know which one of his teammates had invited her to the after-party, just that right now, you can't help but hate them.

it's just for a second, but you catch it. the way his eyes immediately dim, how his hand falters around yours. you don't want to jump to conclusions, but it's obvious—atsumu's in love with her. painfully so.

he drops your hand as if burnt and turns away, letting himself be carried off into another conversation. atsumu laughs loud enough to be heard over the music, a deafening house mix that thuds through your chest like a second heartbeat. anyone else might not spare him a second glance, but you know that when atsumu laughs that loud there's something he's trying to hide. then, as if remembering that you're still there, atsumu turns over his shoulder. you answer before he can ask the question.

"no no, go ahead. go have fun!"

atsumu tilts his head, though you know he's only asking to be polite. "are you sure?"

you smile. "no worries."

it's a bold-faced lie, but atsumu's never been that good at paying attention. he returns your smile with an excited nod, letting himself be led away by the shoulders. "don't go anywhere!" he shouts, though you know later on he'll forget to come find you. that's the way it always is. always has been.

you nurse your drink against your chest—water, you don't have the stomach tonight—and try to look on the bright side, if there is one. atsumu had been the one to invite you, hadn't he? and though you're still "just friends", he'd held your hand earlier, so that has to count for something, right?

it's useless. you down your water in one go, figuring that if you treat it like alcohol it might work like it is. it doesn't, and now you're alone at this party with an empty cup and an even emptier hand.

you sigh and snake your way out of the kitchen, making your way up the stairs to the first door that opens. the upstairs is off-limits, but you hope that whoever owns this room is drunk enough to be forgiving. you don't even bother to turn on the lights, and instead flop backwards onto the bed. you feel the music downstairs rather than hearing it, a steady thump-thump-thump that shakes through you from head to toe.

you close your eyes, trying very hard not to think about atsumu and the girl he's still in love with downstairs. it's not your place to be bothered, that you know, but something in your chest still aches at the thought. you've loved atsumu since before he met her, after all. it's a shame he hasn't noticed. or maybe he's not noticing on purpose, which is considerably worse.

"woe is me," you say to no one, your voice biting with sarcasm. you're not shocked at how things are turning out, moreso that you thought it'd turn out any differently. with a sigh, you close your eyes. atsumu will find you eventually. and if he doesn't, then someone else will. you'd rather be cursed at for trespassing than anywhere downstairs, faking a smile as you wait for atsumu like a well-trained dog. at least here you can lick your wounds in private.

you don't know how much time has passed when you feel something press into your side, warm and solid. arms wrap around you: one slung over your waist, the other snaking its way under your head. you turn in confusion, seeing nothing in the dark.

whoever's holding you down reeks heavily of liquor, and their arm feels like a dead weight around you. when you try to pull it off they hold onto you tighter, mumbling something incoherent under their breath. "um, hey," you say loudly, voice hoarse with sleep. "get off of me."

the person beside you stirs, and the bed dips slightly as they prop themselves up. they mumble your name under their breath, and in the dark you can make out the vague outline of a face.

with a start, you realize you recognize that voice. "...osamu?"

he lies back down, bringing you along with him. "h-hey," you start to protest, but osamu's grip grows stronger in response.

"don't leave," he mumbles, as you try to sit up.

"but—"

"m'head hurts. shhh." osamu shushes you, curling up against your side. his hair tickles the side of your reddening cheek.

"hey, osamu." you try to move out from under his arm again, to no avail. "you're really drunk."

"and?" he counters, pulling you closer, almost possessively. "just pretend for a little while."

that catches you off guard. "pretend?"

"it's dark, so it's easier," osamu refuses to elaborate. "c'mon. it's my birthday."

"osamu, your birthday's in october."

"is it?" there's an uncharacteristic cheekiness to osamu's voice, one that makes you turn your head towards him in surprise. you can't see him, but you can tell from the warmth that his face is only inches away. "well it's somebody's birthday, somewhere."

something touches your cheek—osamu's hand? no, his face. somewhere near his chin, guessing by the stubble that scratches your skin. "just do me a favor and pretend i'm him," osamu says, and in that moment he sounds scarily sober.

"wh-what?" you can't help the way your mouth hangs open at the request, your stomach feeling like it's about to drop out of you.

"you heard me," osamu mumbles, back to being drunk again. "pretend i'm him. you know what i mean."

"you—what—that's not—"

"am i wrong?" osamu presses, raising his voice like he's imitating his brother. it works. osamu's fingers trace across your face, reading the shock on your face like braille. you turn your head and press your nose to his neck—no cologne, only the soft smell of skin. it can't be atsumu, but for a moment, you're fooled.

osamu tilts his head and sighs, slow and sweet. and when his lips brush your forehead, it's like everything you've ever dreamed. "i'm right," he breathes, nestling his head against your shoulder. it's not a question anymore, but a fact. "i'm right," he sing-songs, still painfully drunk.

"osamu—"

a hand covers your mouth, warm and firm. softer than atsumu's, and just a bit bigger. "don't say my name like that," he whispers, his voice hot against the shell of your ear, "say it the way you say his."

you swallow an audible gulp. "osa—osamu?" you try again.

osamu shakes his head. needy hands pull you in by the waist. you feel osamu's lips kiss up the side of your neck. "not like that," he murmurs.

"o-osa...mu..." you're breathless and dizzy. you feel osamu's smile against the underside of your jaw.

"better," he grins, and this time, his lips find yours.

it ends before you can even react. osamu pulls away with a shaky exhale, as if he's slowly waking from a dream. his eyes shine back at you in the dark, wide and unblinking.

he opens his mouth to speak. "i—"

"you're drunk," you say immediately, and push him away by the chest.

osamu doesn't let you. he brings his hands over yours and keeps them there, and under the thin cotton of his shirt you feel his heart beating rabbit-fast. "so? i'll still want you when i'm sober."

his words choke your own out of your throat. "osamu...i can't—"

"so don't. don't do anything. just stay the night." there's a desperation in his words that makes your stomach flip. osamu holds onto you like he's afraid to let go. "please."

it's late, and you're tired. atsumu's in love with someone that isn't you, but osamu's arms are warm enough to make you forget. you think to yourself: is it selfish if he's willing? are you cruel for wanting to pretend?

you wrap your arms around his neck and osamu relaxes, melting into you the same way butter does on toast. he's soft, comforting. familiar, but not the same. osamu's lips brush on your neck again and the impact shudders through your spine like electricity. he takes his hands and rubs them over your arms, thinking that you're cold. you don't want to tell him that in reality you're burning up, feeling hot everywhere he touches.

"thank you," osamu murmurs into your hair.

"for what?"

"stayin'."

and when osamu kisses you a second time, you don't have the heart to push him away.

[shaisuki]

i wonder what will bully! miya twins and bully! suna react when they find out manager! chubby reader is sick? or maybe in their period with the most painful cramps known to mankind? hahaha been thinking this for a while now😓

they get a little worried. yeah, worried.

it was annoying at first why you didn't show up at practice and it was boring as hell. the drills they were doing was little less entertaining without you. they don't see your body jiggling, chasing the stray balls to be put away and you're belly being squished from how many water bottles you are carrying or see yourself trip.

so when one late afternoon practice, they don't see you prepping up for the practice they just shrugged it first. maybe you're running late or you're putting up for the paperwork. when you didn't show up something is definitely wrong.

as bad you don't want to join the practice, you didn't want to ditch your duty as the manager even it costs being made fun of those trio whom you always made their days complete when they get a good laugh out of you. you just have to make this cramps go away or whatever call the saints or something just to get through with your monthly problems.

they find out you were curled up in the nurse's office. a heating pad in your stomach while you passed the time in your own little area until atsumu's voice rang to the small office and finding you resting on the bed.

“awww, poor baby.” atsumu feigns concern. plopping beside you and the two following suit. you remained motionless not wanting to move in order to avoid putting pressure on your abdomen. “does this hurt so much?” suna asks. you nodded and his cold hands creeps under your shirt to rub your round belly. squirming, you found yourself to be in more relief, you wouldn't say that.

“i heard sex helps with cramps.” atsumu commented. looking at his twin with a mischievous smirk in his face. “oh, really.” osamu's replies in a monotonous voice but his hands are in your thighs pawing at your skin.

“then, maybe let's put it to test.” and they all nodded in agreement.

[emmyrosee]

Hey if you’re ever not busy can you do a Suna fic where he just got his wisdom teeth removed😭I’ve seen it done on so many haikyuu characters but Suna and I think it’s so cute. You also write him the best😓

THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR THE KIND WORDS AND THE ADORABLE PROMPT 😭💖💖💖

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The nurse told you that they’d used a strong anesthetic because of how impacted his teeth were, but when it took them quite a few times to finally wake him up, you knew you were in for a ride.

Rintaro always hated the dentist. Always. He blames it on childhood trauma (he didn’t have any. He never brushed his teeth and that was his problem) but up until last night, months after his dentist told him he’d need an extraction as soon as possible, he’d been trying to get out of it.

Deep down, seeing him so relaxed in the chair was a relief. The teeth were out, now he has to heal. Easy enough.

You smile as you make your way over to his slowly waking body, taking his hand gently in yours to be the first thing when he woke up. Kissing the knuckles finally had him stirring, and he blinked those bleary green eyes open at you, you practically saw the hearts forming in them.

“Morning, sunshine,” you coo, moving your free hand over to card the messy locks of hair from his face. “How do you feel?”

He tries to speak, but it comes out as a croaky ‘guhhh’ and from a few feet away, the nurse chuckles.

“He’ll have some nasty cotton mouth- literally- for the next few days, but communication should be normal as he starts to wake up,” she says, snapping the gloves off her hands. Then, she passes you the care directions, “no rush. If you need anything, just press the buzzer.” At this point, Rintaro has taken the liberty of grabbing all the gauze he can to put in his mouth. You assume it’s to absorb all the spittle.

“No, no honey,” you chuckle, gently grabbing his hands and pulling the damp cloth out easily. “Be careful. We can change your gauze when we get home.”

“I ‘ont wonna shange my gods,” he mumbles, resting his hands on yours. “‘Ike my gods.”

“Gauze, baby,” you titter. You lean over to plant some kissed onto his forehead, hoping your affections will ease him back more. “The nurse said you might be woozy when you stand, so let’s take it slow okay?”

“Yesh, bosh,” he slurs out. He blinks his foggy eyes before letting them wander around the room, over the sharp objects and wooden cupboards, all before wandering back to you. They widen before a brow quirks in confusion, "who're you 'gain?"

"Me?" You snicker. "I'm the one who's gonna keep you alive for the next few days. Your parents are away, so you're stuck with me." You turn your head slightly, "though that may be the other way around."

"Keep me 'live?" Now, he gives you a small, messy smirk. "'re too schexy to keep me 'live."

"Are you hitting on me?"

He doesn't answer you. Instead, he lets out a small string of laughter, head rolling around his neck in haze. You snort before opting to move him up and out of the room, "come on Romeo. Before you pass out on me."

"nuh-uh," he argues. You, however, choose to ignore him.

It's hard to pay attention when there's a pile of 185 centimeter man on your right shoulder, saying goodbye to every hygienist, dentist, secretary, patron, and flower on the sidewalk on the way to the car. There's a slurp from the spittle in his mouth that rings in your ear and makes you want to gag, but you chose to count some of your blessings.

He's at least mobile- unlike the horror stories you've heard about Osamu falling asleep in the seat while Atsumu wailed about the bandaid on his arm.

Finally, you and your oaf are able to make it to the car, his eyes closed in an attempt to sleep, and you jostle him awake slightly.

"I need you to work with me just a bit longer, okay?"

"When'd we get ousside?" He slurs.

"Not long after you said goodbye to the flowers," you say, rolling your eyes. "Watch your head, babe."

He ducks under your guiding palm, but you're not fast enough before he bumps the crown of his head against the door frame, mumbling a soft "ow" before moving on. It takes everything in your power to not laugh at his poor expense.

"It's because you've got such a big melon head, booger," you tease, and he smiles softly.

"'Ike mewons."

"I know baby."

You buckle him in before closing the door. You give yourself a stretch before heading to the driver's side.

You hadn't had him out of your sight for 25 seconds before you open the door and see him with your chapstick, completely rolled up and making a move towards his mouth.

He's either eating it, or trying to apply it.

Neither sounds like a good idea.

“Rintaro!” You scold, reaching for the chapstick. “You can’t eat that! You’ll get sick!”

“You’re th'ick,” he grumbles, but he does release his hold on your chapstick. His head thunks back against the headrest, letting you buckle while he says one more round of goodbyes to the flowers.

"Gonna nap," he murmurs, and you chose not to fight him on it. "Don't pick mah nothe."

"Why the hell would I do that?" You ask, laughing as you start the car.

He doesn't answer you. He's too busy letting his jaw slack open and let out the wheeziest of snores. You put your hand on his thigh and squeeze lovingly, allowing the hum of the engine and warmth from the sun lull him to sleep.

He's out, he's comfortable, and you can't wait to tell him about how, even drugged out of his mind, he still tried to put the moves on you.

You'll have to leave out the head smacking, though. Let him blame himself for that bruising.

[cottonlemonade]

That Time I Made My Brother Hide In The Bathroom To Talk To A Girl

word count: 876 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Atsumu x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: spoilers

a/n: this is a continuation of How You Met but can be read as a standalone

Atsumu was pouting.

Not only had he played one of the best games of his life when he spotted that cute chubby girl from the bus stop in the ranks but during a timeout he had snuck over to your stand and called over the cheering crowd if you‘d wanna grab dinner with him. And you got all bushy again and told him you‘d love to! (Actually, you had only nodded and mouthed “Okay“ but that was a technicality.)

And now this! During the fifth set Bokuto had stumbled when he landed after a spike and crashed into him. Long story short, Atsumu‘s arm was now in a sling and he was stuck in a stupid hospital on this stupid Saturday when he was supposed to wow you with his infinite charm tonight.

Wallowing in self-pity, he threw his head back on the pillow and groaned loudly.

A nurse opened the door, professional concern in her tone.

“Are you in pain, sir?“

“Physically or mentally?“, he asked, eyes still closed.

“Uhm… I see. Well, call if you need anything.“

And she left again.

He wanted to grab his phone to reread your (rather short) chat for the 6th time that day but was interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Well, ya look like crap.“

“Samu! What‘re ya doin‘ here?“

“I saw yer incredibly subtle Instagram story. How yer feelin‘?“

“Fine.“, Atsumu mumbled but pointed at his right arm, “Just sucks, ya know.“

Then he sniffed the air and his face brightened a little.

“Did ya bring me food?“

Osamu grinned and took off his backpack to produce mountains of Atsumu‘s favorites.

“Yer the best, thanks.“

But just as Osamu was setting up the little food tray next to his bed, Atsumu perked up.

Through the window of the door he spotted a cute chubby figure currently talking with the head nurse at the reception desk, a bundle in her hands that looked suspiciously like food.

“Ya gotta hide.“

Osamu frowned.

“What?“

“Quick, quick! Come on, hide!“

“Why, what‘s goin’ on?“

“Come on, I‘ll explain later. Hide in the bathroom or somethin’.“, Atsumu urged.

Osamu was way too used to his twin‘s antics to question it much further and so headed towards the ensuite but Atsumu hissed, “Take the food with ya, quickly!“

“Ya gotta be kiddin‘…“

But he picked up the tray and as instructed made his way to the bathroom. Not a second too soon.

Atsumu had just put on his best “beaten hero“ face, filled with sorrow and pain, when the door opened a third time and you stepped in. In the reflection of the window he saw how flushed your cheeks were and how awkwardly you held the bundle. You were just too cute. But he closed his eyes and took a deep theatrical breath before turning to face you.

“Oh, y/n. What are ya doing here?“

“I thought you must be disappointed that you couldn‘t finish the game yesterday and… yeah. Plus, we were supposed to see each other today. I‘m sorry if this is too forward, but I brought some food to help you recover.“

Beaten heroes didn‘t squeak. They didn‘t giggle, nor kick their feet.

Atsumu took a deep breath to compose himself. “No no, yer cute. - I mean, this is very sweet of ya, thanks. Have a seat.“

He nodded to the side of his bed.

“Do you have a tray somewhere?“, you asked, looking around.

“Uhm, no, I think the nurses took it after breakfast. A-and“, he added quickly because it looked like you were about to get up to ask for a new one, “I‘m sure I‘ll be fine without one.“

“Alright then.“, you opened the bundle to produce a large square lunch box. When you opened it, steam rose from the fluffy rice, packed neatly next to the eggroll with sausage, grilled meats, pickled vegetables and fruit.

“Looks delicious.“, he said excitedly and tried to pick up the chopsticks with his left hand. When that didn‘t quite work out he swapped to the spoon but even that he could tell must have looked very awkward.

“Could… ya help me out?“, he asked with a small smile and you nodded, taking the spoon from him and scooping up some rice, then adding some meat on top.

When you lifted it to his lips, your hand was shaking so much that it was difficult for him to catch, so he brought up his left and closed it around yours, to keep it steady. Making eye contact for absolutely no reason but his own personal entertainment of seeing you blush, he held your gaze as he closed his mouth around the bite.

“Oh wow.“, he said while chewing, cheeks puffed and eyes widened in surprise, “This is really good!“

You smiled brightly and relaxed, loading up the next spoon.

____________

Meanwhile

Osamu sat on the bathroom floor, working his way through the lavish meal he had prepared for his brother, trying not to gag when he heard Atsumu flirting up a storm in the next room.

At some point he got so bored that he swapped the contents of his brother‘s shampoo and shower gel, making a mental list of all the ways Atsumu owed him for this.

✨ @coffeesncats ✨

[haikyu-mp4]

Media presence, part 2

word count; 797 – gn!reader

go read part 1 first for the best experience

You didn’t spend most of your time around the volleyball players themselves. Their managers communicated with you about their events and you used all the information you had to make sure everyone looked good and everything was well-prepared in terms of their image. It’s a busy job, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

Some days you would spend all your hours in the office, either at home or at work, and some days you got to join the players to make sure everything went well. The day after your talk with Sakusa, there was a photo shoot for a sportswear advert and they wanted your problem children.

All four of them had their makeup done and were dressed up in their first outfits, which were beach-themed. They walked out of the changing rooms and stood in a line, adorned in various shirts with shorts of different lengths. You were picking at their clothes, rambling about how important it was that they tried to coordinate so all four could shine in every photo while they nodded along without even registering your words.

Meanwhile, you also made some observations. For example, you looked at Atsumu and hummed in appreciation. “They put you in the shortest shorts like I told them to, good.” You knew what the fans liked and gave the customer some pointers ahead of time. This visibly boosted his ego and you chuckled under your breath as you moved on. “Make sure you give the other guys some pointers, ninja Shoyo. I advised them to put you in the front for this theme.” Then you looked at Bokuto and tilted your head. “I thought I suggested a different hairstyle, but you look great, buddy.” All he heard was look great. Finally, you looked at Sakusa, and you would be dead before you admitted to taking in a breath from seeing him up close without a mask.

He blinked at you, hoping he looked bored even though his heart painfully begged to get a compliment from you. It took you a moment to collect yourself and he smiled just a little. You cleared your throat, looking him up and down. He was wearing a skin-tight top, making his muscles look especially good. “Yes, boss?” he said, making the others snicker like children.

“Please put some effort into this and don’t look sour. You know…” Sakusa looked annoyed again, perhaps because he didn’t get an obvious compliment so you rolled your eyes. “Don’t waste it.” you finished before walking straight off to go see the stylists about some comments you had, and both of you knew what you were talking about. Don’t waste your pretty face.

To some people’s surprise, Sakusa did very well! Not only did he look hot, but there was a charming smirk on his face as well that you only recognised from hearing it in his voice before. Sakusa knew you were watching and it was oddly motivating. Still, when Atsumu asked why he was being so cooperative, he crossed his arms and frowned, saying something about how much he wanted to get it over with.

You were looking at the photos sent to you from the client a couple of days later, smiling at how good all your guys looked. While you couldn’t send them the photos yet in fear that they didn’t understand what confidential meant, you sent them each a message saying they looked good and did a great job.

While throwing together all your stuff to go home for the day, you heard your phone buzz on the desk and picked it up only when you were ready to leave. You were humming something under your breath until you saw Sakusa’s message.

Sakusa: Is that from you or the bosses?

You smiled, cursing the way your ears felt warm.

From me:)

After that, you didn’t expect any answer from him, putting the phone in your pocket while travelling home. But as you were brushing your teeth, another message came in.

Sakusa: Bet you wrote that to all the guys.

You had to reread it 10 times, wondering if this was really Sakusa and in that case, what he meant by it. Nursing your lip between your teeth, you replied.

What if I did, does that bother you?

Sakusa: Don’t flatter yourself.

Sakusa blinked at the message he sent, cursing himself for sending something that sounded so… not nice. It did bother him, and the fact that it bothered him bothered him even more. He wished he was the only one you noticed despite this being your job. How embarrassing of him. He left his phone beside him on the bed, closing his eyes as he realised he probably wouldn’t be receiving any more messages for now.

So much for trying to flirt.

part 1 ║ part 2 ║ part 3 (final part) ║ headcanons ║ masterlist

/I feel like all his texts could be read in a flirty or teasing tone, but because they’re from Sakusa, it doesn’t work out. Also, I wrote a part 3 which will be the final part.

[justmywriting1313]

Soft (Osamu x reader)

Adult, business-owning boyfriend!Osamu is without a doubt the type of partner who would slowly yet firmly bring out the soft, tender-hearted childish part of you... and it would be without either of you even realising it... only when someone else pointed it out would it strike you both and even then it would hit you a lot more than it would Samu. Not because he doesn't care but because to him that is the natural order of the world. When and where else were you allowed to be soft, tender and just taken care of if not with your big beefy boyfriend...

It's a cold winter night, but you all are sitting by the riverside, a blanket spread out and a collapsible table in the back holding food and drinks. The little group consists of you, Osamu, Suna, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, and a bunch of the other MSBY boys. Everyone is either nursing a drink or munching on snacks prepared by you and your boyfriend.

Osamu is sitting in the center of the blanket between a tipsy Suna and an amused Iwaizumi. Feet flat on the ground, knees spread apart, with his body hunched over yours, which is tucked against him. You are sitting between his legs, head thrown back against his shoulder, all warm and cozy. You let Samu hold up most of your weight as you melt into his chest, your hands playing with one of his own. Outside of setting up your little picnic and grabbing the occasional drink, it's how you spend most of your night. Somewhere behind you, you can hear Sakusa's indifferent voice talking to Kageyama. In front of you, Atsumu, Kotarou, and Shoyou are bickering over the last tuna mayo onigiri.

Every few minutes, Samu pecks your temple, quietly whispering snarky comments about others or chuckling deeply in your ear. He occasionally peppers kisses along your shoulder, and each time, you smile and mumble your agreement. You watch Atsumu fail to get the last onigiri from Bokuto as the much larger man chomps onto the rice in one bite. You giggle at the blonde's dismayed expression, which immediately grabs his attention.

"Y/N, don't laugh at me… it's not fair, ya know… that onigiri was rightfully mine." "Awww, don't pout, Tsumu. Stop by the store tomorrow, okay? I'll keep an order prepared for you." "One, I'm not pouting; I'm brooding. And two… You're the best, sweetheart. Have I told ya that?"

You just giggle, watching Atsumu jump about in happiness before he comes to a standstill. He takes a seat opposite you and Samu, legs crossed together. His eyes are trained on you, and you can only look back at him and smile. He smiles back wide before he speaks in a voice much quieter than before,

"Ya know, Y/N, I have never seen ya look so… so soft… unguarded even… it's probably the cutest thing ever."

His words are not at all what you were expecting, and they leave you gobsmacked and shy. You feel your cheeks heat up at the attention, especially when the boys around you start to peer in. Iwaizumi bends over trying to peek at your face against Osamu's hunched-over body. When your surprised doe eyes meet his, he chuckles in agreement,

"You aren't wrong, Astumu… definitely cute."

Suna does the same on the other side, one hand coming and lightly pinching your cheek.

"Mhmm, it is adorable… you should keep her hidden, Samu, otherwise someone's going to steal her away." "Oh yeah? Ya one of those people, Sunarin?"

Finally, your boyfriend chimes in, you can feel his chest move as you bend back to look at him. You find his eyes already trained on you despite talking to Suna. His lidded eyes and soft smirk are an expression you would remember forever. You have never felt more loved and wanted in all your life, and you are quick to shy away from all the attention,

"You guys… go away. Smack around a ball or something."

You can feel Samu's chest rumble as he chuckles at your timidness while Atsumu jumps up to grab the ball and Shoyou. Suna pinches your cheek again, making you whine while Iwaizumi musses up your hair. Chatter seems to surround you again, but your mind is stuck on those words. They stay floating through your consciousness while the boys horse around, sometimes jolting when Osamu's body moves. The thoughts stay there while everyone packs, all of you too tired now and wanting to get home. It's all you can think about, even as Osamu grabs the heavy and lighter bags from your hand in one of his own, his other hand holding onto yours tightly. When you look up at him, he is already smiling down at you.

"Are ya okay, sweetheart? You've been quiet as a mouse, ya know."

You just hum, instead of leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. Osamu makes it easier by leaning down, quirking a brow at the soft gesture, but he doesn't say anything more. Instead, you walk down to the car, Sakusa helping to carry a drunk Atsumu along.

Soft. Soft. Soft… You sit in the passenger seat, looking out the window, with Atsumu and Sakusa in the back bickering with one another as usual.

You had never been soft…

You had never been soft in the sense that you were just never for others to see… Your softness, you had decided early on, was yours, and you would not give others a chance to abuse it because there were too many times where it had been… So when did it all change? When did it go from something secret to something celebrated?

Looking back, though, it was never really a question… Being soft with Osamu just happened as if you didn't know how to exist in any other way with him. You just couldn't… Not when he always bends down and ties your laces for you, nor when he always opens the car door and buckles your seat belt in because 'precious cargo' always needs to be strapped in. You didn't have a choice in keeping your softness hidden when you woke up to flowers on the table at least once a week, and when you asked Samu why, he just shrugged his shoulders and said pretty things should always be surrounded by pretty things. You didn't have a choice in hiding your tender heart when Samu has always had a hold on it, pulling it out of you and then keeping it on a pedestal for everyone to see but for no one else to touch.

Turning to look at him right now, one of his hands on the wheel, quietly humming something with his other hand on your thigh, gripping both your leg and your hand, you were hit with the intensity of Samu's love. And although his eyes never leave the road, you know he knows you're looking at him. You see him smile as the car comes to a stop in front of Atsumu's house. He turns to look at you, and when his eyes meet yours, he chuckles before leaning in to peck your lips. You have to stop yourself from deepening it because he has to help Sakusa get Atsumu to bed.

And when he comes back outside alone, your eyes immediately find him even in the dark outside. You roll the window down, his arms coming to rest on the door, head leaning in until you were so close you could feel his breath on your own lips.

"Ya sure you're alright mhmmm? Sure ya got nothing to tell me"

His nose comes to lightly nudge yours,

"Nothing to tell you Samu, promise, just been thinking that's all" "How about you tell me what about? might make me feel better" "Just thinking about how happy I am being yours thats all"

Your words knock the breath right out of Samu and he lets out a sounds thats something between a chuckle and a groan before he's leaning away to open your door. Before you can question him his hands find you face, lips landing on yours. Samu kisses you like its all he can do not to stop himself every second of every day, a desperate growl of approval leaving him as he does so before he pulls away and says,

"I will never get over how soft ya make me love, never!"

[piftamere]

twelve - hello kitty bandages (wc : 600; cw : blood)

it’s late, he’s sitting on her washing machine, she’s standing between his legs. a pile of blood soaked tissue paper and cotton pads fills the bathroom sink. a spray bottle of disinfectant in hand, the kind that stings. every so often, he winces, and she mumbles some curse word under her breath. she’s not a fucking nurse, he’s an idiot, he should've went to a hospital, it fucking won’t stop bleeding…

he’s being as quiet as he can. things were weird between them since the other night, and what his friends told him has been silently haunting the back of his mind. but after running out of the locker room with a busted lip and blood dripping down his hand and face, he could only think of one place to go. that’s how he ended up here, and even if it hurts, he has no regrets.

she’s focused, biting her lower lip in concentration, and under the dim light coming through the curtains, she looks beautiful.

when she’s done, his face is covered in hello kitty bandages.

she comes back from the kitchen with a bag of frozen peas, holding out her hand. he places his bruised hand in hers.

she holds the bag a few inches away from his knuckles before speaking, “tell me what happened.”

he shakes his head. “you don’t need to know.”

her brows furrow, “don’t try to protect me.”

she’s holding up his gaze. she won’t give up until he explains.

he looks down at his hand. with a sigh, he whispers, “shion was talking shit.”

“about me?”

he nods, he still won’t look into her eyes. “you sure you wanna know?”

“i’m sure.”

“…he called you a slut. said you ‘begged for it’, he asked me if i ‘hit that yet’. i don’t remember what he said after that. i snapped. before i knew it, my fist was in his nose.”

he takes a quick look at her face, she’s lost in thought for a moment.

“thanks… i guess,” she mutters, as she sets the peas on his bruise. she stares in his eyes. she presses down hard on his hand, as if to emphasize her words. “but i’m not a damsel in distress. i don’t need you to defend my honor.”

“especially if you’re gonna get hurt.” she doesn’t say it, at least not with her words, but he reads it in her gaze. then again, maybe he only sees what he wants to see.

he winces, and with chuckle he whispers, “yeah i know.”

hesitantly he reaches for her hand and links his uninjured fingers with hers. his thumb draws soothing circles into her skin. her shoulders relax.

“i hope he looks worse than you.”

“oh trust me, he does.” he smiles, the tear in his lip threatening to bleed again, before continuing, “sorry i won’t look nice on our date tomorrow.”

she shifts her weight on her feet, “don’t worry about that.”

she inches forwards, wrapping her arms around his neck. he rests his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes. he places his hand on the small of her back, holding her closer.

he nuzzles his face into her hair, mumbling, “i should get going,” making no effort to move at all.

“and what? walk back to your place in this state?”

“someone can come pick me up.”

she insists, "did he hit you on the head? don't be an idiot. stay the night."

he chuckles, as he tightens his hold on her, the frozen peas falling on the ground. “okay.”

fun facts

atsumu was too upset about the loss to notice yn sneak away.

the bandages are yachi’s, it's all they had left.

yn's roommates went to celebrate the win but she wasn't in the mood to go with them.

atsumu and yn planned their date before the party and she was debating canceling it.

author's note

i really like this one :)

the men in this universe are lovely

play dumb! - next

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𖦹°｡⋆ aran as a best friend

⟡ cw: fluff, miya twins, suggestive if you squint really hard maybe, friends to lovers, im still bad at these so lmk if i miss anything.

⟡ a/n: aran is gonna be the last one for inarizaki bc i dont know much about the others oops. also posting this early because i want to do a longer drabble for my next post before i move onto the next team (fukurodani). i'll also be making a master list eventually im just lazy.

⟡ best friend series: suna, atsumu, osamu, kita, || masterlist

best friend aran who you met in your second year of high school in the nurses office you were in there because you scrapped your knee while he was in there because the twins gave him a massive headache when he found out they would be attending inarizaki and playing on the same team as him and just needed a place to rest.

best friend aran who you got closer to you when he helped you up after the twins knocked you down while they were chasing each other (you now understood why he had a headache that day)

best friend aran who you ended up being in the same class with the next school year and got to do every project together causing you to spend a lot of time with each other.

best friend aran who convinced you to come watch during a practice match because he wanted to show off how good the team was.

best friend aran who tripped on his shoe lace and landed face first during said practice match making you laugh.

best friend aran who you took to the nurses office to make sure he was okay causing you guys to recall the first time you met.

best friend aran who realized his crush on you in that moment but didn't say anything because he was worried what you thought of him.

best friend aran who went to a different college than you but still made the effort to call you every morning and day because his life is boring without you around.

best friend aran who laughed at you when you found out the twins were going to the same college as you 'its your turn to deal with them now'

best friend aran who bought a train ticket for the next day to help you manage the twins and told you everything you needed to know (you guys will never get rid of the two but you secretly enjoy their antics)

best friend aran who slept over in your dorm that night before he had to leave the next day.

best friend aran who thought you were asleep when he said 'i love you'.

best friend aran who screamed when you asked him what he said.

best friend aran who denied having said anything but was shocked to hear you say 'it's okay, i love you too'

best friend aran who jumps on your bed and kisses you like its the last day on earth because he's actually so smitten with you.

best friend aran who is now boyfriend aran who is at the train station kissing you goodbye causing the twins to start 'ooo'ing making you both hit them on the head.