#osamu hcs

[clawsdevour]

his marks

wc: 0.2k content warning: osamu x reader, suggestive, mention of marking/lovebites, hc that osamu loves to see u w/ his marks..., not proof read

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Head spinning in tune with the increasingly intimate atmosphere. The sounds of Osamu's lips sucking on your warm skin, sloppy wet noises resonating in your ears the more he goes up and down your neck.

Leaving behind his red and noticeable marks that showed others that you are his. His droopy big eyes exchanged snarky glances from beneath.

Your fingers gripping onto the back of his grey and dark brown hair, stroking his locks in between your digits. His heavy body casually lays on you, arms wrapped around you to secure you in place.

The breeze whooshing over the red bruised looking love bites on the top of your chest, just right above the hem of your tank top. The glistening leftover saliva sitting in small pools on the surface of your skin.

His soft nips work at the contours of your face. Moving down to kiss your jaw, as if sampling all of you. His hand is under your thin tank and on your bare breast, kneading and massaging your tit like dough. A nipple in between his two thick fingers, almost in a pinching motion while you whimper in arousal.

"Ya taste so good.. I can't stop."

masterlist here

[tahdashi]

WHEN HIS BABY WANTS A BOYFRIEND. . .

✫ ft. dad!akaashi, osamu, sakusa, and kuroo

✫ a/n: more dad!hq hcs bc they're all i think about !!! they're all girl dads here, and i imagine their daughters to be around 4-5 years old!

✫ AKAASHI's eyes widen the second he hears his baby girl's sweet voice, her words not making it through to his head completely. keiji looks at her attentively, silence lining his lips. "why do you want a boyfriend, sweetheart?" his mind starts to race. he begins generating countless possibilities of what brought this up — perhaps he isn't giving her enough attention? he has been staying later at work... he starts thinking about how lonely she must feel at daycare as she waits for her dad to come pick her up. her little hands grab at his pant leg, pulling him out of his trance.

"i wanna wear a wedding dress!" she squeals — unlike her father, she's the most excitable ball of energy he's ever witnessed (but second to his best friend, of course). he's at a loss for words. the thought of his little angel wearing a wedding dress takes years off his life, not to be dramatic. his heart beats rapidly in his chest, and he crouches down to her level, pulling her close to his chest.

"i can get you a pretty dress, love. no need to worry about boyfriends, okay?" he consoles her, and she jumps up and down at the thought of wearing a pretty white dress. the next day, keiji picks her up from daycare with a large shopping bag. and when his baby peers over the top of the bag, she sees a big, fluffy tulle dress wrapped around a tiny crown. he kisses her round cheeks, telling her that she's always going to be his princess.

✫ OSAMU puts his spoon down gently before reaching over the table to wipe sauce off her chin. "a what?" he guffaws, not knowing if she's joking or not.

"a boyfriend!" she repeats, crossing her arms and looking up at her dad from her little seat at their dining table.

"why?"

"because," she shrugs. she goes back to eating as if she never said those heart-stopping words.

"because?" at this point, osamu's lost his appetite. there's no way his little girl who asks her papa to hold her up to the sink so she can wash her hands and sing her "clean-my-hands" song is asking for a boyfriend, of all things. she stands up on her seat and puts her hands on her hips (which is nothing new to osamu — she's always been this sassy).

"i wanna marry suna, so he has to be my boyfriend first." osamu brings his fingers to his temple, rubbing circles there before correcting her.

"uncle suna."

"suna! he said i could call him suna," she replies, playing with the animal-shaped vegetables on her plate.

a deep sigh escapes osamu's chest, and he's rubbing at his temple even faster than before. to make matters worse, she jumps off her seat and runs to her dad's room to grab his phone, hitting suna's contact on the way back to the table. watching it all go down, osamu frowns when suna greets his daughter with a "hello, miss miya~."

"hello, suna! papa thinks i'm not allowed to call you suna. can i?" suna's affirmative hum only baffles osamu more, and he can't help but smile at their odd friendship.

"alright, alright, no phones at the dinner table, missy," he grabs the phone from her little hands before hanging up on suna. she whines, but climbs back into her seat to shove a spoonful of rice into her chubby cheeks.

"see! he's gonna be my boyfriend," she chews her words. "and! i'm gonna make him pinky swear to marry me."

and with that, osamu picks up his plate and brings it to the sink, a stress vein popping along his forehead. that night, he holds her a little closer than usual, wanting her to stay this joyful forever.

✫ SAKUSA comes to a halt, stopping her in her tracks, too. his hand grasps hers just a little tighter. she looks up at him through her dark curls, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion (just like his).

"why do you want a boyfriend, angel?" his thumb runs along the back of her hand to calm himself down, really.

"my friends have boyfriends! i want one too!" her fingers tug at his tightly, urging him to keep walking towards the playground.

"oh, yeah? well, they're too young for boyfriends," kiyoomi reasons with his daughter.

"but i'm 5! that's older than before," she stomps lightly. and if it wasn't for this conversation, he'd pinch her cheeks and tell her to take a deep breath before letting her frustrations take over, but he's somewhat entertained at her thoughts. she just wants to be like her friends, and that's understandable, but the thought of her getting close to a boy makes him take a few deep breaths.

"wait 10 more years, and i'll consider letting you talk to boys," they continue to walk, and kiyoomi doesn't miss the way she rolls her eyes like he does when he's stuck in traffic. and when she starts to plead, shaking his large hand in both of her own, kiyoomi decides that a trip to the toy store can make up for his refusal. he picks out a stuffed animal for her to fill the spot she desires so badly. that night, when she cuddles her new toy instead of him, kiyoomi considers extending his condition.

✫ KUROO's laugh fills the room at her question. ("dad, can i have a boyfriend?" she had asked him with her best puppy-dog eyes after she watched an ad for a new drama on TV).

"sure you can," he pulls her onto his lap as he relaxes on the couch before bed. "but may you? no." tetsuro smiles at his own response, proud of how he handled her silly little question.

"please?" she asks, clasping her hands together and giving him sadder, rounder, cuter puppy-dog eyes.

"oh, don't do that," he tries to avoid eye contact, but she ends up laughing that cute giggle that reminds him of her first smile (he heard it one night he was trying to help her sleep, cooing at her and tracing her cheek with his finger. oh, he loves that sound so much.) "what kind of boyfriend do you want? i'll try to look for one next time i go out," he jokes, patting down her messy hair.

she beams at his words, getting up on her feet with excitement. "i want mr. spark from my TV show!"

"isn't he the bad guy?" tetsuro raises his eyebrow and holds back a toothy smile.

"but he's nice to the girl," she thinks out-loud, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"baby, that's his boss. he has to be nice to her or he'll be unemployed."

"what does that mean?" she looks at her dad with wide eyes, as if he's telling her all the hidden secrets of her favorite show.

"if he doesn't listen to her, he won't get money to buy sweets," tetsuro whispers in her ear like he's passing along confidential information. she gasps — her hands cover her mouth and she thinks for a minute.

"then i need a boyfriend who is nice to me... and buys me sweets," she concludes. tetsuro pulls her in for a hug, and she doesn't fight back like she usually does with his bear hugs.

"you're a smart girl," he whispers into her head, hoping she'll let him buy her all the sweets in the world for just a little longer.

[euphoricimagination]

First Interactions

Feat. Oikawa, Kuroo & Osamu

Oikawa

Your friend has been bugging you for what feels like forever for you to go to see the volleyball team practice with her, and you have been denying it for the same time. It’s not like you didn’t know that your school was one of the power houses in the whole Miyagi when it comes to volleyball, you did know that. You’ve seen them play, and you actually like them enough to go to support them in official matches.

It’s the amount of girls screaming what annoyed you.

You understand it, really, Oikawa IS handsome and has a flirty personality, it’s no wonder so many girls like him. But you’ve never been fan of loud places when it’s not in the appropriate place. On a real match? Sure, it makes sense to cheer loudly for them, but it was unnecessary on a practice match.

But still, your friend has tried so hard to convince you that you could at least accept once.

You were entering the gym, but since you didn’t come here often outside of PE classes, you enter the building through the normal doors instead of the ones leading to the viewing area. A big mistake from your part.

You could hear the sneakers running around, the loud sounds of the ball hitting the players arms. Seijoh versus a school named Karasuno. After a point passed to your team, you started looking for some stairs to get out of the floor, completely missing that the infamous Oikawa was about to serve.

A loud sound from his hand hitting the ball and a loud sound from the ball hitting the court was enough to make you look that way. Just on time to see the ball coming directly at you with an ungodly speed and force. You hear some screams your way, but couldn’t make up what they were saying to you, you were only able to lift up your arms right before the impact.

Before you realize it you were on the floor, your wrist hurting so much that you couldn’t even scream in pain. Your ears were ringing, your eyes were watery; yet you could hear sneakers getting closer and some shadows appearing in front of you. They were moving their mouths, but you couldn’t make up any sound until someone kneel in front of you, making you sit properly while holding one of you arms.

“Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me?” you finally were able to process, your vision less blurry helping you make out the brown hair and worry eyes of the perpetrator of the serve. A bunch of the players looking at you with worry

“My…my wrist” you say. At that Oikawa takes your wrist on his hand carefully, making you gasp in pain

“She should go to the infirmary, Oikawa’s serves are too strong for a normal person to take” one of the coaches say as the players quickly start to disperse to resume the game

“I suggest Shittykawa to take her there. He hurt her, he should do it” said the spikey black hair dude, hitting the back of the Captain’s neck when he complained “or I could always punch you”

“Okay, okay, I’ll take her” Oikawa says, helping you up carefully “Let’s go”

The walk towards the infirmary wasn’t long, but it was awkward to the say the least. You knew he didn’t hit you on purpose, yet you didn’t know what to say to him. Once there, the nurse instructed him to hold an ice package on your wrist for a few minutes before bandaging it up, so you both stayed in silence sitting there, you in a horrible pain.

“I’m…I’m sorry” he finally says “I did saw you there, but I didn’t thought the ball will go directly at you. I’m still working on controlling that serve”

“It’s okay, I guess I shouldn’t have enter that way” you also say

“No, it’s totally my fault” he lifts up his head, looking at you with a small smirk on “if I didn’t knew better I would think that you did this just so I could hold your hand”

“You are full of yourself, not everyone likes you, you know?” you defended yourself, hearing him laugh

“And yet I’ve seen you in every match I’ve played” he smirks again, making you blush. He has noticed you multiple times, something about you always makes his eyes find you even in the largest of crowds. Maybe it was because you absolute indifference towards him in particular, maybe it was because you solely seem to focus on the sport, but that was enough to spark some interest in him.

“Me liking volleyball has nothing to do with you” you say blushing

“Sure…Let’s have a fresh start, okay? One that doesn’t involve me hurting your wrist?” he smiles at you, that smile that he gives whenever he wants something. And that something now was getting to know you.

After returning to the gym, this time entering through the right doors, your friends greets you excitedly, asking a bunch of questions about Oikawa. However now you’re with a hurt wrist and a promise to grab some coffee after the match finishes.

Kuroo

You were late.

You were on cleaning duty for your class today and were supposed to meet your classmate around 10 minutes ago to start arranging the tables and chairs, but something had happened in the subway and you had to go on a big detour just to be able to arrive on time.

You quickly took the school shoes out of your locker and put them on, getting it done on a record time in comparison of how you normally do it. However, is well known that speed can blind you from your surroundings, which was the case here.

Kuroo had arrived while you were getting ready to put your shoes on. On a normal morning he would say hi to you, after all his shoe locker was a mere few rows away from yours, but he saw how quickly you were doing your things. Honestly, he didn’t even knew that your locker was near his. He had see you around more than one more time, walking to your classrooms, on school events and such, and he honestly had thought more than one more time how pretty and elegant you were; however, since he has captain duties early in the morning and until late in the afternoon, he hadn’t found the time to properly greet you.

Until you bumped into him.

Once you were ready with your shoes on you immediately turn around to run towards the classroom; however, instead of finding a free corridor, you only found something sturdy in your way, crashing directly on it and almost falling if it wasn’t for some arms wrapping quickly around your waist. You look up to find out that you had bump into the chest of the one and only Kuroo Tetsurou, the captain of the volleyball team that was making noise not only for his handsome looks but also for how smart he was. When did he got here? How did you not noticed? Those were the questions running around your head.

“Sorry! I didn’t see you arrive” you say apologetic, only to receive a light laugh and a big smile

“No problem! Be careful though, speed is a curse, it narrows your view and makes it harder to breathe” he says, stabilizing you before letting you go “what are you even rushing for?”

“Eh... I’m late, I’m on cleaning duty today” you manage to mumble, still in shock

“Late? It’s 7.15 and classes start at 8.45, I would say that’s plenty of time to get your class ready” he smirks at you, which grows even wider once you realize the time.

“Ah” it’s the only thing you manage to say, it turns out you weren’t even late. This only makes him laugh louder

“Well” he starts saying as he stops laughing “since you’re here already and I could probably bet you didn’t even had breakfast, want to go and grab something from the convenience store with me?”

“Ehh…sure, why not” you say quite embarrassed, chuckling at your own mistake “I’m Yn by the way”

“Kuroo Tetsurou” he smiles at you widely “next time take things slowly, okay?” he says as he waits for you to change back your shoes. Sure, he had to be at the gym by now, but he could arrive late once in a while for occasions like this.

Osamu

Your day has been getting worse and worse by the second…or at least that’s what it feels like right now.

First thing in the morning you somehow managed to get your locker confused with someone else’s, almost getting into problems when a teacher find you there. Then you received a bad grade for a test that you actually did study for. And now that it’s lunch break you made one of the Miya’s fan girls mad by simply existing.

Well, being in the same class as Miya Atsumu has always been full of squeals of girls, random confessions throughout the day, and an unbearable amount of random gifts sparse through the floor; so in a way you were used to being around those type of girls. Today, however, your teacher decided to pair you up with the famous Miya.

It’s not like you didn’t like Atsumu, despite his cockiness he’s actually quite nice and even caring; which showed when he approached you during lunch break and sit with you when he saw you alone in there. It was a great gesture, you knew that he did it so you wouldn’t be left alone, and you knew that he didn’t know what the implications for that may be.

His fans were staring at you like you were the most disgusting person ever.

This lasted until Atsumu had to leave to some quick meet up with his team, when one of those girls decided to drop her water on you ‘accidentally’. This leads you here, outside of the school grounds and in front of the vending machine trying to buy a goddamn coffee to feel some comfort through this horrible day. But of course, the machine decided to not work this time, it didn’t even gave you your money back. Nothing could be going worse today.

“Fuck!” you cry in despair, kicking the vending machine to release some of your lock down emotions

“Hard day?” you hear from behind as you lay your forehead in the cold machine

“Horrible” you whisper without even looking back

“I saw my brother talking to ya through lunch, did some of those stupid girls did something to ya?” you hear, making you curious about who was talking to you. The other famous twin was looking at you in a mixture of confusion and empathy as you turn around and lay your back against the machine

“Yeah, but honestly the whole day has been awful” you admit to him “and now I can’t even drink coffee”

“Ha! That machine has some weird tricks on it” he says, moving closer to it and carefully moving you aside. He puts some coins on it and press the button hard, the sound of the drink going down as he puts more money to buy something else. Right after he hands you one of the drinks, the coffee you tried to buy, not before opening it up for you “Ye’re Yn, right? I’m Osamu, my idiot brothe r has said some things about ya, how ya were a good classmate and all”

“Yeah, that’s me” you drink a sip of the warm coffee, finally some comfort rushing through your veins. You didn’t know if it was for the coffee or Osamu though “Thank you for the drink”

“Well of course, if ye’re having a terrible day I can at least offer ya some coffee” he says with a small smile. He has heard some things about you from Atsumu, however he recently started to notice you himself whenever you both go to the nearest convenience store to buy some food or when you pass next to him in the halls, always exchanging a snarky remark with his brother and a polite smile to him

“I can’t wait to this day to be over” you sigh

“Ya know, our captain just told us we don’t have practice today…do ya wanna go grab some food after class?”

“Food? After class?” you say incredulous

“Yeah, that way ya have something better to look forward until the day is over. It’ll be my treat too”

You look at him surprised at the sudden invitation, and honestly, a little worried as well, he also had a lot of fans here. However he was right, this day has been one of the worst ones so far, so why not take this opportunity to go out with this boy?

“Sure” you smile

“Then look forward for that instead. See ya” he says leaving, a smile on his face too.

[errihaienx]

Having a situationship with Osamu Miya was absolutely hilarious; his possessiveness towards you against his own twin never fails to make you crack up. It's been over 5 months of never-ending flirting and playful dates with him, and you're honestly wondering how things will turn out, especially since he's known to be inaccessible and completely out of touch with girls.

"You called for me?"

your gentle voice sent chills through his spine; you had an obvious affect on him that drove him insane. You were aware of this, not to deny that he has the same impact on you, which may be worse than what he is experiencing.

"Let's be together, for real"

Osamu, with a serious expression and a firm voice. So he's really asking you to be his girlfriend in this way?

You found this very hilarious, even though you had butterflies and had been waiting for him to ask this. The 5 months and 2 weeks had been amazing, and you're wanting for more.

"For real?," you asked playfully.

He leaned in and stroked your hair. His eyes were still pierced through yours, and his dashing attractiveness was out of this world, so incredible.

"Yeah, 'ya heard that right."

You smiled, knowing why he felt the need to label your relationship. You and Atsumu were chosen to represent your class in a school event, and the other twin, Osamu, was naturally disturbed.

You found the twins' dynamics fascinating, and your first impression of Osamu was very different from Atsumu's. 'Samu was more laid back, and he was a 'cool-quiet-guy' that many of the girls on the campus loved.

"Don't just look at me, pretty, what's yer answer? is it a yes or nah?" he asked again

Osamu begins to feel the pressure as he sounds desperate. He's never been envious of Atsumu. But the thought of you standing beside his twin, proudly representing your class, makes him sick to his stomach.

"It all depends on what you want to hear"

You decided to play him a little more, but you already knew what answer you'd give him when he asked. His reactions were unexpected, so you're curious to hear what he has to say.

"That ain't even a question, i wanna be yer bf so bad." Osamu replied with a frigid tone

His tensed up cold face was charming; he appears stiff but maintains his "cool" demeanor.

"Will I be able to kiss you if you were my boyfriend?" you asked, anticipating what he would say. attempting to get past his barriers.

That shattered his wall, and the 'cool-quiet-guy' has his ice completely shattered and melted off, his face reddening.

He was speechless as he couldn't say anything, so you waited for him. It took him a few seconds to say something.

"I didn't know ya wanted those, i could give it to ya now."

With just that, everything changed quickly, and you're now speechless. Who wouldn't, after all? But, unlike him, you were quick to get your voice out.

"You think you could?"

You prevented the urge to stutter, you can't! You can and should keep up with his cool demeanor; this was a piece of cake for you! Yes, but why are your hands trembling?

"Yeah, but firstly be my gf," he responded calmly.

You were a puzzle to him, so difficult to please and so difficult to win over. But he knows that everything will be worth it for you. You are magnificent. Finally giving up, you crossed your arms and stared at him.

"Fine, you'll be my boyfriend. You're probably doing this because my partner was Atsumu, but-"

"Bae, don't even mention the name of some insect now, I'm yer partner."

You laughed, and yes, Osamu 'the cooler Miya' is your only partner.

this was just a random thought of mine while studying lol, hope you liked it! i love you guys so so so much!! please be safe everyone&lt;3<3

[etoiile]

respectfully if osamu

a. heard me say smth and then get shy abt it and tilted my chin up with two fingers and said "what was that?" or "didnt quite catch that, doll" with this like teasing sexy ass smile but like a low sultry voice

b. picked me up and tossed me around like a sack of potatoes

c. cooked for me with some good music playing and then took breaks to dance with me when either one of us particularly like the song (or if its a good dancing song)

d. breathed sexily

i would pass away. goodnight.

[nanna-mi]

Tw: +18, MDNI, SMUT. Fem!reader. (no proofread)

But hear me out,hear me out....

When I say Miya Osamu loves to fuck you on the kitchen's counter, he doesn't mean with you leaning against it, no that's bullshit, way to easy, also that means all the mess will be on the floor and everybody knows good cookers don't have a dirty floor. All the mess get on the counter. So when I say Miya Osamu loves to fuck you on the counter i mean you prettily on the counter doggystyle w you pussy on display and him pounding merciless your already overstimulated self. ( This ofc after eating you out messily, as the starve man we all know he is )

[iloveslllycatss]

runa ml idrk if u do this type thing so if not ignore this but what ab osamu w/ an s/o who's atsumus bsf i feel like that would be so cute

also im working on the rq u sent me a few decades ago rn. im done with my procrastination era

𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧���𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴

𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘢𝘯: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘣𝘩

❂ you were atsumus best friend since last year (first year)

❂ you loved atsumu but ever since you layed your eyes onto his twin brother, it was love at first sight fr.

❂ he was ur EXACT type. not that loud? check. cute? check. not a blonde 😐? check. tall and athletic? check.

❂ he was a walking green flag istg

❂ when u told atsumu about this little crush of yours, he FREAKED THE FUCK OUT.

❂ I’m talking full on fake feinting.

❂ he was supportive but it doesn’t come without teasing.

❂ before osamu met u-met u, he thought u were okay. sure u were pretty but that’s about it

❂ until he actually met u-met u.

❂ you guys met when atsumu wasn’t home and you went over to his house and stayed there to wait for him

❂ you guys surprising had a really good time together, lots of things in common 

❂ he likes to cook, you like to bake / he likes to play volleyball, you like to watch volleyball etc etc

❂ after you two got together it was like chaos found a new definition.

❂ at first it was hard to balance your time for school, your boyfriend and your best friend

❂ u slowly got used to it tho

❂ atsumu still loved to be around you. but there was absolutely NO WAY he would EVER stay to b a third wheel when osamu was around

❂ like one time you and tsumu were watching a movie and making fun of the characters together until osamu got home

❂ “hey baby, hi idiot.” 

❂ “hi samu !!” 

❂ you got up to hug samu and give him a kiss until u heard tsumu groan

❂ “oh come on the movie JUST NOW finished… i’m heading out, can’t allow myself to b a third wheel.”

❂ “sthu dumbass u just mad that u can’t pull sb as pretty as y/n”

❂ “samu ur so cute. tsumu u just mad u single”

❂ atsumu doesn’t even sleep in the same ROOM as u two when y’all cuddle

❂ because apparently “i don’t want to b there when u guys fuck 😞”

❂ hes dramatic asl

❂ you still hang out with him plenty though

❂ he is your best friend after all

this was so rushed fr. not proofread or nothing 😞 

jisu u hope u like this 😢 

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞 

[heartsoji]

WHAT I FIRMLY BELIEVE THE HQ BOYS' CANONICAL FAVORITE DRINK (AND SOMETIMES FOOD) ORDERS ARE WITH LITTLE TO NO EXPLANATION

SAWAMURA DAICHI - regular hot drip coffee, probs with a bit of ordinary cream/milk

SUGAWARA KOSHI - iced brown sugar oat milk latte with light ice

AZUMANE ASAHI - a bottle of apple juice but then he gets laughed at so he puts it back and orders a hot honey citrus tea

NISHINOYA YUU - grape frappuccino with extra whipped cream and pistachios on top

TANAKA RYUNOSUKE - bro gets a chocolate croissant and an iced water usually, but sometimes he'll get hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a warmed cheese danish with strawberry jam on top on the side when he's in a good mood

KAGEYAMA TOBIO - blueberry milk tea latte with cheese foam and tapioca is his fav but sometimes he can't speak properly and just orders a cup of steamed milk

HINATA SHOYO - strawberry acai refresher with extra berries and one of those cheese and grapes and crackers boxes

TSUKISHIMA KEI - hot oolong tea with honey usually, but he'll also get the occasional twice-a-year java chip frappucino

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI - vanilla creme frappucino

KUROO TETSURO - hot black coffee

KAI NOBUYUKI - hot hazelnut soy milk latte

YAKU MORISUKE - peach green tea (switches if he wants iced or hot based on mood and weather) with 2/3rds of a sugar packet or half a pump of cane sugar

YAMAMOTO TAKETORA - prides himself in having never gotten an overpriced cafe drink

KOZUME KENMA -large strawberry creme frappuccino with extra extra whipped cream, extra strawberry syrup, extra freeze-dried strawberry powder, and an extra pump of simple syrup

FUKUNAGA SHOHEI -lemon tea (changes if he wants iced or hot based on his mood)

INUOKA SO - mango dragonfruit refresher with strawberry base, light ice, extra dragonfruit bits

HAIBA LEV -says"i'll take whatever your favorite drink is!" then records it, and doesnt give it to the worker and just keeps it (he never understood the vids where they would give it to the worker. hes just like bro why'd u order it if u werent gonna drink it)

SHIBAYAMA YUKI - strawberry frappucino with extra freeze-dried strawberry bits

OIKAWA TOORU - vanilla creme frappucino or iced sugar cookie latte in the winter (will scream at u if u call him a basic white girl)

MATSUKAWA ISSEI - homie goes to the convenience store across the street and gets some weird cheesey beef sandwich with relish on top and a giant slurpee

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO - homie goes with matsukawa to get a nasty pork sandwich with mustard but then runs back to get an extra hot quadruple shot upside-down caramel macchiato with soy milk

IWAIZUMI HAJIME -hot soy latte

YAHABA SHIGERU - espresso con pana

WATARI SHINJI - iced peach green tea lemonade with no ice

KYOTANI KENTARO - gets nothing when with the group but comes back after to get a pinkity drinkity with cold foam

KINDAICHI YUTARO - pistachio frappucino with a shot of espresso

KUNIMI AKIRA - hot soy half-caff pistachio/hazelnut latte with caramel drizzle at 120 degrees

BOKUTO KOTARO - either a unicorn frappucino or a chocolate cold brew

AKAASHI KEIJI - a quad

KITA SHINSUKE - a hot americano

OJIRO ARAN - a hot matcha latte

AKAGI MICHINARI - iced matcha latte

MIYA ATSUMU - pink drink with extra berries and no ice

SUNA RINTARO - hot caramel macchiato

MIYA OSAMU - hot chai tea latte with pistachio foam and a warmed brownie

KOMORI MOTOYA - iced matcha latte with strawberry jam

SAKUSA KIYOOMI - a single shot of espresso

[kingdaddydaichi]

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‎♡‧₊˚ HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEY GET SICK

ft. daichi. osamu. bokuto. suga. asahi.

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‎♡‧₊˚ DAICHI

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Work

WILL STILL TRY TO GO TO WORK

“daichi, baby, you can’t go to work! you work with the public. what if you get people sick? what kind of police officer gets people sick? your job is to serve and protect and you can’t even protect people from your own germs? no, you shouldn’t go!”

but he’ll try to go in any damn way😤

“nah, i’m fine!” he’ll say before going into a coughing fit.

stubborn man

he’ll get ready for work looking and feeling like shit, but he’s determined - he’s Going To Work™️

it would take an army to stand between him and his sense of duty

mans won’t listen to reason

so after he leaves, you send a text to his sergeant: “i tried! i tried to get him to stay home but he wouldn’t listen.”

sarge is like: “damn workhorse.”

gets yelled at by his boss at the station then comes back home

his sergeant’s all “what the fuck are you doing here? go the fuck home. that’s an order, sawamura! i’ll take your fucking badge!”

Home

45 mins later he comes walking back IN the door

and you’re just there like “mmhmm” as he hangs his tired head and mopes back to the bedroom to change out of his uniform and back into his pajamas

daichi: you texted him, didn’t you?

you: how far did you make it in before he turned you away?

daichi: he was waiting outside. wouldn’t even let me in the door.

“i told you. you work too hard, baby," you say, following behind him with the cooling strip you just grabbed from the fridge. you’d put it in there to start getting cold as soon as you realized he wasn’t feeling well.

he was on his back when you woke up next to him that morning, his t-shirt slightly damp in the front and back. he’d been sniffling and congested since he got home from work yesterday afternoon.

will still try to do everything himself

you’ll come through the living room to check on him and find that your sick husband is missing from the couch.

so you finally get him settled down on the couch only to return after leaving the room for a few minutes and…your husband is missing from the couch! AGAIN!

“are you serious?” you go looking for him, exasperated. “daichi?!” 

“‘m in here,” he croaks from the kitchen.

“what are you doing?” you ask impatiently.

“i wanted more tea.”

“i told you if you needed anything, let me know, i’ll get it for you!”

you have to shoo him back to the couch while insisting that you’re going to take care of him.

Medicine

he’ll take medicine. he’s stubborn, not stupid. he’s Enneagram Type 1.

“if you get sick, you take medicine. why? ‘cause that’s what you’re supposed to do.”

Doctor

won’t go unless he’s been sick for a few days and isn’t getting better. and even then you have to make the appt for him sometimes. 🙄

stubborn, stubborn man. 😮‍💨 but you love him more than the sun loves the moon.

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‎♡‧₊˚ OSAMU

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Work

he wouldn’t go to work; it wouldn’t be difficult to get him to stay home bc he knows he works in the food business and he doesn’t want to contaminate any food or run the risk of spreading anything around.

he’s got customers AND employees to think about!

once he feels better tho and he’s not contagious anymore, even if his symptoms aren’t completely gone yet, he’ll go to work and wear a mask which is pretty standard if you're sick in Japan anyway.

Home

he’s just so chill

he’s been calling the shop every 2 hours. “how’s everything going? did so-and-so show up? did you clean out the rice cooker?”

he doesn’t mean to micromanage, he just misses his business. and he’s hands on. he works the front of the house ffs.

maybe he just calls a couple of times a day tho.

“how’s everything going? hm…okay. if you need anything, call. you know how to get in touch with me. please call me."

employee: "what?"

osamu: "what?"

Medicine

used to be anti-medicine UNTIL he became a business owner

“i don’t need no stinkin’ medicine.”

he’s a tough guy

but nowadays, he wants to hurry up and feel better so he can get back to work.

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‎♡‧₊˚ BOKUTO

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Work

he would be bummed bc he couldn’t practice or play with the jackals. he doesn’t even get to sit on the bench bc he has to stay home. the team is like “stay. the. hell. away. from. us.”

he got the whole team sick once so now he sneezes during practice and everybody just stops and turns around and looks at him like “istg bokuto! are you sick? if you sneeze again, you’re outta here, we are NOT going through that again!”

the whole team once got a stomach bug on his account. he tried to power through it and went to practice and they had a big match the next day, but everybody was fucking SHITTING, PUKING and the whole fucking team was down. they had to forfeit the game and chalk it up as a loss. they were so pissed at bo.

bo rolled his ankle during a game once and had to be benched. he was so bummed that he couldn’t play as you walked with him and the assistant coach to the infirmary to have it checked out. once there, his foot was propped and iced. you told him you’d be right back and he looked up at you with limp hair and sad owl eyes, but you assured him you’d be right back.

you ran to the away campus’s gift store and managed to find an owl plushie. you held it up, beaming at it. perfect! you rushed to the cashier to pay for it before running back to the infirmary.

holding the plushie behind your back, you opened the door and walked inside, bo’s hair and facial expression just as you’d left it. but his eyebrows arched in curiosity as you smiled at him before presenting him with the owl. his hair perked back up as a pouty smile covered his face, his big, round golden eyes filling with unshed tears.

“for me?”

“for you,” you nodded, proffering it with outstretched arms.

“y/nnnnn!” he cried, grabbing your arms and pulling you into his lap to hug both you and the plushie.

you kissed his cheek with a sweet smile. “i hope this helps you feel better, baby.”

he clung to that owl plushie for the rest of the game, like a mother owl protecting her owlet.

to this day, whenever he gets sick, he asks for the owl plushie. it’s his comfort lovey, his security plushie.

he’s so adorable…like an overgrown toddler, basically.

i luz he.

Home

B A B Y

he’s SUCH a baby about it the whole damn time

omg you will just hear him groaning from the other room

just “ohh ughhh ohmygod uhhh…i feel so awful…oh god i can’t breathe through my nose…ohhh i’m so hungry but i don’t wanna get up and get anything to eat…babyyyyy can i have a grilled cheese sandwich?”

he’s so sweet about it but he’s a baby

he’s such a hypochondriac, y’all.

Virgo much?

he’s all up on webmd using the symptom checker

“i don’t know, baby. what if it’s not just a cold? what if it’s this rare disease that’s only found in Antarctica?”

“bo, you don’t have that. only penguins get that. stop.” 

you finally have to just take his phone away so he’ll stop googling stuff and trying to diagnose himself with a brain tumor

“bo, you not being good at math is NOT a brain tumor symptom!”

he gets so much as a sniffle and he’s down for the count

he can barely get out of bed

“baby, come check my head. am i hot? am i running fever? where’s the thermometer?”

“no, baby, you don’t feel warm.”

“are you sure? you better get the thermometer and check just in case.”

Medicine

will take ALL the medicines

he’ll be looking for the cough suppressant and you’re like “bo! you don’t even have a cough.”

“i don’t care! i need all the things!”

you have to keep the medicine cabinet under lock and key, otherwise you might find him hallucinating and drunk on a cocktail of NyQuil, DayQuil, Benadryl, eyedrops, heartburn medicine, and Orajel. 

Doctor

calls a neurologist and tries to schedule a CT scan.

and you’re in the background, “BO! I TOLD YOU YOU DO NOT HAVE THAT PENGUIN DISEASE! DO NOT SCHEDULE A CT SCAN!”

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‎♡‧₊˚ SUGA

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Work

finally, someone with enough sense to stay home from work when he’s sick. you won’t have to tell him twice bc he cares about all the crotch goblins at school and doesn’t want to get all those kids sick.

Home

suga…he’s clever

and mischievous

getting him to stay home from work is a piece of cake, but good luck getting him to stay down

he takes care of others, not the other way around

you catch him doing stuff too

unlike with daichi, it’s not that he doesn’t want to be a burden, it’s that he can’t NOT be a caretaker?

you try to take care of him but he ends up taking care of you…and you’re not even sick?

like, not only does he not let you take care of him, he does stuff for you

he doesn’t go out of his way to do stuff for you, he’s just thinking like finally! i’ve got a day off during the week so i can get some things done around here. stuck at home, can’t go anywhere else so it’s a perfect opportunity to get caught up with housework!

you try to stay home too to take care of him but he INSISTS that you leave

“i will kick you out of the house if you don’t leave!”

so you leave - you go to work but before you walk out the door you point at him and you’re like “okay…but you better rest! i know you! you’ll take this opportunity to get a bunch of shit done around the house. don’t you do it! you better rest and take it easy!”

and he’s all “yes, okay, yeah yeah yeah. fine. go. bye.”

and sure enough you come home after work later and this motherfucker has done laundry, he’s probably prepped dinner, graded homework - and he’s laid up on the couch just GROANING bc of how terrible he feels. and you just look at him with your hand on your hip like “mmhmm! mmhmm! look at you now. see! i told you!”

he told you “sure! sure i won’t do any work…” liar

you come home and he can barely hold his head up.

poor guy.

“i don’t feel sorry for you. you did this to yourself.” 

but you take care of him anyway. “suga? why do you do this to yourself, baby? next time you get sick i’m getting horse tranquilizer to make sure you get rest. i’ll put you down sir!”

Medicine

so when you get home and he’s remodeled the house, having forgotten to take any medicine so now not only is he exhausted from overworking himself when he should’ve been fucking resting, but also his symptoms have gotten out of hand. 

“well,” you put your hand on your hip and raise your eyebrows at him as he lies groaning on the living room floor. “i hope you’re satisfied. because now you’re staying home tomorrow too. on the bright side, you’ve gotten all the work done around here so I guess tomorrow you might actually rest." cute dumbass sometimes.

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‎♡‧₊˚ ASAHI

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Work:

he’s so easy?

“asahi, you’re sick, baby. you need to stay home from work.”

“okay.” he’s not gonna argue.

he might try to say “well i’ve got such and such show coming up. i’ve gotta have this and that done…”

and you’re just “asa. that’s why you have people there to back you up. you’re not a one man team. your colleagues will help. you’ll more than make up for it bc you’re such an amazing designer! now go lay down.” and he will. 🥲

Home

he’s not gonna fight you on anything bc he doesn’t fight at all

he’s a lover, not a fighter

model patient

avoids conflict at all costs

“yes, darling. yes, dear. okay. okay.”

doesn’t complain

so easy to take care of

except he won’t ask for shit

will either try to get stuff himself or just go without bc he can’t decide what’s worse - burdening you, or getting in trouble for being up walking around again bc you told him to let you know if he needed something

so he just kinda tries to do without shit? and you have to come check on him.

“asahi? when’s the last time you had a drink of water?”

“uhh…two hours ago?”

“ASAHI!”

“it doesn’t matter what I do, i feel bad! i can’t win for losing!” 

finally you get through to him and he’ll ask for shit, but he’ll apologize first. like “um, babe? uhh…”

“hm? what ya need, asa?”

“umm, i’m so sorry to bother you but would you…could you…possibly…maybe…potentially…”

“oh my god, spit it out. and don’t apologize.”

“oh,” he says, averting his eyes in shame. “s-sorry.”

“stahhp!”

"sorry"

Medicine

he will take it bc you told him to and he doesn’t want to fight

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[verslxt]

jayla thinks at 4:29am also its the first day of finals where i live and i got cramps that hurt like a bitch. am i going to punch someone today? is it going to be that hoe i can't stand. lets find out together

thinking about dilf!osamu who saw you walk into his store with your friend so you guys could watch the game together

thinking about dilf!osamu who thought you looked amazing in that dress

thinking about dilf!osamu who came up to you and your friends and kept a particular eye on you

thinking about dilf!osamu who caught you after the game and asked you out

"i noticed that you were staring too"

"oh shit you saw that"

"yea, i did"

thinking about dilf!osamu who took you on a wonderful first date, a picnic at the park

thinking about dilf!osamu who didn't wanna tell you about his son who was about 13 at the time. he thought it would make him look old and you wouldn't wanna be with him any more

thinking about dilf!osamu who was a nervous wreck when he saw you pull into his driveway, but his nervousness settled when he saw you pull out a carseat, for a baby

thinking about dilf!osamu who thought you wouldn't like him after you realized he had a kid but now that he realizes that you have a kid he's even more in love

thinking about dilf!osamu who loves milf!yn as much as ever

thinking about milf!yn who saw osamu and instantly fell in love. the way his shirt fit so tight around him. ugh in love

thinking about milf!yn who went home and told her daughter all about him. being surprised when a smile adorned her babies face once she started talking about osamu

thinking about milf!yn who could not find a babysitter so she took her daughter with her to meet osamu's son

thinking about milf!yn who was surprised her daughter didn't cry with osamu. she just stayed there, looking at him

thinking about milf!yn who fell even more in love with osamu that day

thinking about milf!yn who facetimes osamu every night so that they can see each other and her daughter can see her future dad

thinking about milf!yn who told her daughter

"if this works out correctly, you'll have a new daddy"

thinking about milf!yn who really likes dilf!osamu

[periwnklblu]

haikyuu headcanon: the miya twins love musicals. especially atsumu. like show tunes are always some of his favourite songs.

i can totally see that omg

it all happened one day, when Atsumu fell too ill to go to school that he stayed home from school that day. he swears he fell asleep watching family feud but a few hours later, he’s awoken to random dance breaks and cheesy songs about falling in love

and he was hooked from there. his eyes completely engrossed in the tv until his brother and mom come home for the day and he’s scrambling for the tv remote

osamu is going to do what all good siblings do: make fun of his brother. he teases him whenever he overhears atsumu watching clips of a musical on youtube and is ready to tell the entire inarizaki team about his brothers new guilty pleasure.

but (un)fortunately for osamu, he shares a room with atsumu and before he knows it, the gray haired twin finds himself humming along to defying gravity.

bonus hc’s:

- atsumu 1000% believes he can hit all the notes in defying gravity.

- osamu fell in deep for phantom of the opera. no i will not be elaborating

- the twins eventually got their mother into musicals and whenever it’s time to do their chores around the house, the speakers are blasting their playlist of favorite show tunes

overall, 10/10 headcanon, atsumu and osamu are sluts for musicals.

[doumadono]

Emergency request. I've been facing a challenge with aural hallucinations lately due to my schizophrenia. Surprisingly, the one thing that provides solace amidst this struggle and eases my anxiety and mental pain is watching storms, as cliché as it may sound. The soothing sound of rain and the comforting darkness cast by the clouds seem to bring me some peace. Could I perhaps request some comforting fluff with Osamu from Haikyuu and a female reader watching the storm?

A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear about the challenges you've been facing with aural hallucinations. It's not cliché at all to find solace in watching storms. The soothing sound of rain and the comforting darkness can indeed offer a sense of peace amidst such struggles. If you ever want to talk or share more, I'm here to listen and support you ♥ ♥ ♥ Also, this is my first attempt at writing for Haikyuu!

MASTERLIST

The school was empty, save for a few lingering echoes of the day's intense volleyball practice. The hallway leading to the sports hall was dimly lit, and you found solace in the quietness it offered. The weight of your recent struggles with aural hallucinations weighed heavily on your mind. As you sat there, your senses heightened, you heard the first distant rumble of thunder, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

As if on cue, the rain began to pour outside, its soothing cadence filling the otherwise silent corridor. You closed your eyes, allowing the rhythmic sound to wash over you, offering a brief respite from your inner turmoil. It was moments like these, with the world outside in turmoil, that somehow brought you a semblance of peace.

Unbeknownst to you, Osamu Miya had just finished his rigorous training session. He'd noticed your presence from afar, sitting alone in the hallway, seemingly captivated by the storm. He approached you, his footsteps muffled by the sound of the rain.

"Quite a storm, isn't it?" he remarked, his voice soft yet steady. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice as smooth as the rain itself.

Startled, you opened your eyes and met his gaze. Osamu's grey eyes held a certain depth, as if he understood the turmoil that you were going through.

"Yeah," you replied with a small smile, "I find the sound of rain oddly comforting. It helps me forget about any obstacles, even if just for a moment."

Osamu nodded in understanding, and he took a seat beside you. The two of you sat in companionable silence, listening to the symphony of raindrops on the windows and the occasional thunderclap. It was as if the storm had cast a protective barrier around the two of you, shielding you from your troubles.

As a student of Inarizaki High, your connection with Osamu ran deep. You had shared classrooms, and faced the challenges of adolescence together. Your bond had been forged through years of laughter, shared secrets, and the unspoken understanding that came with growing up side by side.

"The rain has a way of washing away the troubles of the day, doesn't it?" Osamu mused, his gaze fixed on the raindrops racing down the windowpane, his breath hard as he was right after a training.

You nodded in agreement, finding it easier to express yourself in this quiet, shared moment. "It's like a chance to start anew."

"You know," he began softly, "I find comfort in the simplicity of moments like this. No need for words, just the rain and the nice company, and the world seems like a better place instantly."

The soothing sound of rain had gradually lost its calming effect on you as your thoughts grew darker again. The weight of negative emotions and worries about upcmig exams intensified by the ongoing struggle with aural hallucinations, pressed down on you like an insurmountable burden. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you couldn't contain the flood of sadness, frustration, and fear that threatened to engulf you. "I… I can't…"

Feeling your distress, Osamu gently took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. His touch was tender, a silent reassurance that he was there for you, just as he had been since your days at Inarizaki High. As he held your hand, his thumb began to trace soothing circles on the back of your palm, the gentle motion creating a sense of comfort and connection that words could not convey.

The simple act of his fingers entwined with yours and the soft caress of his thumb were like a lifeline in the storm of your emotions. It was as if he was silently whispering, "You're not alone, I'm here, Y/N," through his touch. The warmth of his hand in yours, the sensation of his thumb moving in those calming circles, all served to ground you in the present moment, helping to ease the turmoil within. "I've got you," the boy whispered softly, his breath tickling your ear. "You don't have to face this alone, Y/N. I'm always here, right?"

You turned to him with a faint smile, nodding. "You know, there's something oddly comforting about storms. They drown out the noise in my head…"

Osamu raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. He understood that sometimes, words weren't necessary.

As the storm raged on outside, the two of you talked about everything and nothing.

He might not have been the most expressive person, but there was a certain warmth in his presence.

Eventually, you found yourself leaning against his shoulder, feeling the comforting solidity of his presence. Osamu didn't protest; he simply adjusted his position slightly to accommodate you better. His volleyball jersey's fabric, adorned with the bold Inarizaki High emblem, was soft in touch.

As the rain poured down, washing away the worries of the day, you couldn't help but be grateful for this unexpected moment of tranquility with him by your side.

[euphoricimagination]

Them confessing to you

Part 1 -> Kenma & Atsumu

Osamu

Osamu never felt this nervous before. He felt like he was going to throw up any time soon out of pure nervousness.

He was fairly certain that you liked him too, you blushed whenever he tried to flirt with you, you spend your free time with him, you even exchange keys of each others place so either of you could just go whenever you wanted; and yet there still was a voice telling him that somehow you liked Atsumu a little more. Maybe it was the fact that in high school he had the most fan girls; or maybe it was because you also seem to blush at whatever he said to you, making him laugh and you hit him.

But while Atsumu could be the most annoying and asshole twin he could ever asked for, he knew that he would never try to lead you when he knew that Osamu was in love with you.

So here he was, his surprise ready as he waits for you to arrive, the table beautifully set up just for you

“Eh? Sam you're here?” he hears your voice, confusion on it

“Yeah, in the living room”

“I know I gave you keys, but at least let me know you're here, I thought someone br- what's all of this?” you cut your rant as soon as you enter into the room and notice the table full of your favorites foods. Osamu wasn’t looking at you, his eyes glued to the TV with a blush on his cheeks, so you took the note that was near you “‘I made all of your favorite dishes because you're my favorite person, will you be my girlfriend?’ Really Sam?”

“In my defense, it sounded more romantic on paper than reading it out loud, now it's just cringe” he explains quickly, the redness of his face intensifying when he looked at you

“Sure”

“Eh?”

“You asked me to be your girlfriend, and I'm saying yes” you say with a smile, a smile that made him stand up and go to where you were

“Thank God” he passes his arms through your body, giving a hug “But why did ya blush whenever you and Atsumu were alone?”

“Because he loves to maker fun of me with you! You really thought I like that idiot?”

“Maybe, who knows”

“Idiot. Now, while I love your cooking, I’m really gonna need help to eat all of this food alone “ you pull him to the table, sitting side by side. He took your hand in his before asking

“So, can I finally brag about having a girlfriend?”

“You can”

Kuroo

You have been friends with Kuroo for years now, since your Nekoma years together; you two had a mix between a normal friendship and flirting, neither of you knowing if your flirty comments actually meant anything.

But in reality, Kuroo had fallen for you years ago, but his self conscious young self didn't know how to cope with it outside of being playful. But right now, not only his confidence grew significantly, but he also was 100% sure that he wanted to date you.

So he did a bunch of research of how to do it, he didn't want it to be over the top, but he also didn't want to be bland about it; so he didn't hesitate when he found the perfect idea online.

He went to his local flower shop and buy a 100 roses, blue ones to be exact, before writing in a piece of paper and heading to your place.

When you open the door you were greeted with a bunch of flowers, that's if it wasn't because the owner is basically a giant, it works look when more ridiculous that it already does. You look up to Kuroo’s eyes, confusion clear in your face.

“Wha- why? Eh?” is all you could mutter, making him chuckle

“May I come in?” you nod as if you were talking out of a trance, moving to letting him in and walking toward the living room “here, this is for you princess”

You took the flowers or of his hands, still amazed by the amount of them. You notice the paper that was in between some, so you left the roses in the table and take it out and reading it out loud “You’re a 100 times more beautiful than these 100 roses? Really?”

“Too cheesy?” he asks with his lopsided grin

“Just a little, could be worse…do you mean this Tetsu?”

“I always mean what I say princess”

“Always? Even when you…”

“Yes, I meant every word that I said to you, every time I tell you how wonderful you are, every time that I tell you how pretty you are, I meant every single time I flirt with you”

“Oh gosh, you could have told me sooner, you idiot” you move to hide your face on his chest

“Well, I can be your idiot if you take me”

“Ok then, be my idiot” you smooch your face even more when you feel his lips on top of your head “what do we do now?”

“I have a few ideas, but let's start with this” he took your cheeks on his hands, kissing you lovingly. He finally has you.

[vrmxlho]

Hi hiiii ? How was your day ? Can I please request an hq fluff with sakusa and Osamu ? In which they are flustered by their crush before confessing ? Thankssss and take care <333

i’m good, how are you? i love my lil babies aww jaskfldhg p.s. please tell me who your pfp is they’re so hawt 🫣 +++ sorry i’m only getting back to you now i hope you enjoy this at least 😭😭 ++++ i’m unsure if this is even what you meant 😞

cw: swearing + mention of disease in a love confession????? + NOT PROOFREAD + ooc (i'm sure of it) + one (1) mention of death

KIYOOMI SAKUSA 佐久早 聖臣

he never thought that he out of anyone would ever get flustered or even confess for that matter

nobody had ever caught his attention or interest

until you

the two of you were classmates

he was the quiet type while you were the slightly annoying talkative type

but he didn’t mind, he liked having some background noise for his thoughts

yet, he started growing attached to your constant rants and talks

how you’d ask him if he was alright, not because you wanted him to pay more attention to you, but because you were genuinely worried that he wasn’t okay

how you’d bring snacks with you every time you saw him

and how you started coming to his volleyball matches, standing in the stands (lmao) with a banner for his team

he wished you’d only cheer for him, “but you can’t always win” he thought

even the thought of telling you he liked your company, let alone the fact that he was in love with you, made him feel his heart palpitate excessively

it felt like he had just completed the most strenuous volleyball reps in his career

at first he thought he was just getting out of shape

“why is my heart not able to handle walking up the stairs???” he thought

and then he proceeded to start working out an extra hour a week to strengthen his heart

this obviously did nothing because every time he saw you he felt like he was about to faint

his heart felt full and he was sure its beating could be heard

he searched up the symptoms and even went to a doctor until the doctor was like???

“boy you have a crush stop wasting my mfing time”

and it all started to make sense

he liked you, so he’ll let you know

right????

wrong

now that he’s realised his emotions, he’s literally avoiding you, as in running away from you

this was all until he realised you were sad not seeing him as much as you used to 

so he built up the courage to tell you

“y/n, can we talk?” "oh so now you wanna talk??" you weren't actually mad, but you liked seeing him a bit grumpy, the way he would frown slightly and pout while looking away slightly was a sight to behold. he was rarely this expressive. "it's important." he was still looking away but this time his frown had softened, his pout had now transformed into him just biting his lip slightly. he looked almost...sad. "is everything okay?" he didn't reply to this but you could see him gulping and his ears going bright red. oh, you know what this means. he's nervous. "you know you can tell me anything, right?" you press on while reaching your hand out. but to this he flinched and pulled away; you could see his whole face burning red, his eyes wide and his eyebrows shooting up. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" "oh, i'm sorry..." you gave him a confused look, you still weren't mad at his sudden rudeness but you were really concerned as to what was going on. "no. i'm sorry i stopped talking to you. and for what i did right now...it's just..." his voice kept getting quieter and you didn't know how much longer you could keep this distance because you literally felt deaf in that moment. and because he looked so damn cute with his red face. "i feel like i'm dying when i'm with you." this was the first time you frowned at him. what the fuck does that even mean?? this was possibly the worst insult you had ever gotten. and it was from the person you really liked. you could feel your heart drop, and your eyes were already stinging with tears. "um..." "no, no i didn't mean it like that!" he was panicking now, his hands waving trying to prove his innocence, his face just kept getting redder and redder and he looked like he genuinely wanted to cry. "i want to die when i'm with you because-" "OKAY! I GOT IT DAMN!" you felt him tug at your arm as you turned to walk away. the next thing you felt was him hard chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. "because my heart only beats for you and it's rotting my internal organs." he was still blushing like a maniac and you could feel his heart beat hit your own body. but all you could do was giggle. this was 100% the funniest encounter you'd ever had with him. and you were glad. so so glad. the happiest you'd ever felt in so long. you wanted to stay like this till death separated you. you wanted to stay in his arms forever. "that was so gross."

OSAMU MIYA 宮 治

he always feels like he misses you

he's in a constant state of longing

even when you're sat right beside him

in the same room, in the same class, talking to each other even

maybe it wasn't that he missed you, maybe he just wanted something more, different

osamu wasn't the brightest when it came to emotions so perhaps he was just feeling something else...

this obviously never hit him until atsumu asked him if you were dating

to which he got all flustered and was a fucking mess

"no of course not!? i don't like y/n like that!!"

he's insane...

what does he mean he doesn't like you

he thought of you every second of the day

from the moment he laid eyes on you

everything, every instance has been about you – you don't just matter, you are... everything

once he finally intellectualised this information everything made him nervous

he was scared to move too quickly, scared to move too slowly, scared of looking bad in your eyes and scared of appearing boastful and arrogant

he wanted to tell you but he also didn't

he resorted to rehearsing his confession in front of the mirror every night after atsumu fell 'asleep'

(he heard everything and told you, trust)

but when the day finally came, you were so prepared to make him work for that answer

he could confess all he wanted but all you really cared for was to make a mess of him

****you laugh maniacally*****

you were talking to your friends when he came up to you. you knew exactly how it was going to go. it would start with him taking you to the side. "y/n, i've been meaning to tell you this for a long time." him cutely apologising for being so abrupt. "i'm really sorry, but please don't interrupt." and a guarantee that it'll be swift "i promise it'll be quick." "what is it? you're worrying me." you wanted to start off simple. you were already off-script but this should be easy enough you thought. "nothing too serious. just. just hear my out for a sec..." "ok." "y/n, the time we've spent together has been amazing. the things we've done, the memories we have it's all just great. and i think i'm ready to you know." "are you breaking up with me?" that'll get him. "WHAT?!" he blurted out a bit too loudly that it made you back away a bit. his face was pale, something you didn't expect at all. "you know, i really liked you. but i guess i can't force you to stay with me." little did he know that you had been practicing too. you had perfected your fake cry and you were very prepared to use it. "what... no please. i love you, please i didn't mean-" "all men are the same." you were trying so so hard not to laugh but it was getting hard. his face was bright red and he kept reaching his hands out to you before recoiling, unsure if you wanted him around at all. "y/n, please wait. i- i'm so confused." "so be it! i'm so sick of you!" "WAIT! THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I'LL EVER DO, BEFORE PROPOSING!" he honestly looked like he was going to pass out. as soon as those words came out he slapped his hand over his mouth and his eyes widened to the size of volleyballs. "proposing?" you had gone far too off script. you felt bad. you didn't know how to respond at all. "when i look at you i can feel it. i look at you and i'm at home. i'll never feel this way about anyone, because you are my one and only. i love you." "oh, this was so much better than the confession you had planned."

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[vroerry]

When do they listen to music?

It's all timeskip! I might write a part 2 for this, I still have some thoughts...

Kuroo Tetsurō

- I'm going to be honest, he listens to it during work

- He pays attention to his job, but it helps him

relax

- Just imagine him running around in his suit, hurrying to meetings or sitting at the desk and his head every now and then bopping to the beat

- He stops listening to it when he is in an actual meeting

- But sometimes has the urge to continue doing so, since it bores him

- His brain moves so fast, he needs something to entertain him and music is great at that

- He also listens to music when he is out for a run

or goes to the gym

- But he has different playlists for both activities

Iwaizumi Hajime

- He listens to music when he is making training plans

- He sometimes ends up somewhat synchronising them

- For example if he is listening to something up beat you bet it's going to be a hell of a HIIT

- If he is listening to something a bit more calm, it's probably just going to be something that puts the muscles to work, but is slow and doesn't require much jumping around

-During working out, he isn't listening to music

- Then, he actually prefers podcasts so he doesn't end up moving to it's beat

- He just doesn't want to keep switching between different paces

Bokuto Kōtarō

- Now, even though his precious trainer told him

not to listen to it during working out

- He does it anyway

- It hypes him up better than any pre-work out

-He is moving to the beat, feeling the music deep in his bones

- It feels lighter when there is something screaming so loud in his ears

- He has multiple playlists

- He refuses to admit that all of his songs are the same

- He likes it, and doesn't care about anything else

- It's his music, his choice

- But when he is home:

- This is for the BokuAka shippers

- If Akaashi is busy working from home he would - play some classical music for him and just cuddle

Miya Osamu

- I can guarantee his kitchen turns into a concert whenever he is cooking

- He just plays something from his phone and

starts singing right away

- He's just chopping away veggies while he just goes:

- "Chop, chop, chop, chop /Swing, swing, swing, swing"

- He listens to multiple artists

- He listens to multiple genres

- It just has to be singable

- Being at work doesn't stop him

- You can hear the faint sound of music from the kitchen if you sit at the front

- Atsumu probably teases the heck out of him

- To that he simply says that he should go to another restaurant and actually pay for his food

[assjuice4ever]

Letter to the lost

Atsumu x reader, angst, sex, hurt, sad, anger.

Part 1/ Part 2

***

Chap 1: Delusion

About that time when I thought everything was fake

The first time Atsumu came to sleep at your house it was scary.

Your house wasn't like his. The floor wasn't so clean you could eat on it, the knick knacks didn't have any order or logic, your bathroom was little, with bottles falling on top of you whenever you opened the wrong sash, the water of the shower needed five minutes to get hot. Everything looked like it was going on thanks to stubbornness and nothing else.

Atsumu house was totally different.

Yet, when you confessed one time to him that it felt awkward to have him in your house, to make him see how you lived made you feel like a disappointment. He told you it was stupid. That he was just coming to see you, and not the house.

It made you happy.

Your room was little. Atsumu watched everything in it as if he was in a museum but that room didn't feel like yours. On the walls there were still the posters that your sister put there when she was a teenager in love with the idols, on your nightstand there was a photo that you didn't really care about but they gifted it to you, the wardrobe was full of things that were passed down to you. Everything wasn't really yours.

Atsumu was a little sad about it. He wanted to know about your cringe thirteen when you started to paint in black your room and there was just a little spot still there from that time and who gifted to you a helmet and everything else.

In exchange he told you stories from when he was thirteen years old. When he feel in live with this girl in his class who had the longest ponytail and cute little bunny earrings and how he carved her name on his bed and Osamu wanted to choke him but instead told everything to their mom. Atsumu laughed will remembering how he ad to sit in the kitchen, telling his mom why he liked that girl.

You listened to him, head on his pecs and hand on his stomach. He was hot and his breath calm and steady while his heart was going as fast as possible under your ear.

When he stopped talking he kissed you.

He put his hand under your chin to take your lips to his. He was always eager, as if your lips were honey and he was a bee. But he wasn't a great kisser. He went at it in a random way, sucking and biting everything and moving his tongue like it was a toothbrush. But you liked it anyway because you liked him. You liked how is big strong hands went on your hip, how he moaned while kissing, how big he felt against your leg while he pulled you to him, to be as close as possible. You liked how he had to get away a little from your mouth to breath before kissing you again more eager than before and how hot he was. You liked how he flexed his belly when you touched his lower abdomen, how he looked ready to pray for you.

His hand went to your slips but before he could do anything you felt the Heavy steps of your mother, the sound of the door of her bedroom craking over and both of you stoped there. Waiting for her to go away but instead she called one of her friends from outside the bedroom.

You remember laughing against Atsumu shoulder, a bit embarrassed a bit amused by the situation.

He kissed your hair, laughing a bit too.

You two fell asleep like that that night.

***

Four days have passed and only yesterday I did understand what you meant. It was a "it's not you, it's me". But before that it felt a lot like an it's you.

I know it sounds a bit like a stalker behaviour but I'm checking your social, your friends too. I hope to see you sad, maybe crying a bit. I see that you have done a lot more post than before and I hope that it's a way to call for my attention, to make me see you. It's stupid and stupidly hopeful.

I feel like the reasons why you left me were stupid and petty. All of my friends thinks I should be grateful that you left me because clearly you're not an okay person, you're not a good one. Not a good one for me. Nor a mature one.

I hope you're crying as I am. That when you eat something that we ate together, that when you sit in front of the television and a certain tv program starts, or that when our song pass at the radio you think about me and you cry. And that you're waiting the right time to write to me that you want me back, that you can't live without me.

Because that's what I feel.