#samu

[wordsofelie]

when you started dating atsumu, you didn't realise it meant getting to know not one, but two people. you've been together for a little over a month now and even if you haven't yet met osamu, you sometimes wonder which twin you actually know better.

logically, it should be your boyfriend, right? but then one evening, while cooking red beans, you pause and think, ‘ahh osamu probably wouldn’t love that seasoning’. that's when it hits you—your boyfriend has the habit of bringing up his brother way more than he’d ever admit. only a few weeks into your relationship and you’re already stocked with random facts like: “ya know ‘samu loves matcha cookies, but it's disgustin' right? chocolate cookies are just better” when you’re at the grocery store. and “those are 'samu's favourite snacks. he hit me once just 'cause i ate 'em. they're not even that good. he's such a dickhead.” when you're watching a movie.

every time, he insists on the fact that he likes the exact opposite of whatever osamu does. but you don’t say anything. because, well—deep down, you realise that's just his way of loving his brother, fondly and absolutely.

so when you finally meet the infamous osamu for the first time, you make sure to prepare him his favourite dish (too bitter to atsumu's taste), get his favourite beer (“'samu loves kirin, i prefer asahi!”) and even light a candle with his favourite scent (apple pie; even though atsumu would have chosen salty water).

“that's so good. how’d ya even know i liked that?” osamu asks, his eyes wide.

you steal a glance at your boyfriend, who’s completely clueless, and smile.

“hmm, just a lucky guess.”

[coszmoes]

bf texts from jabber | — ❀

warnings ;; none

incl ;; jabber wronger

note ;; i was there when he texted these, #canconfirm

jabs !! ( block this number )

you : i bet you're wild in person

him : yeah i got rabies n shit

you : tf

him : sorrh, i can be trusted i promise

you : gn drug dealer ᡣ𐭩

him : im not a drug dealer ? ᴖ̈

you : not yet, who knows what type of shit you could get into, i gotta stay prepared

him : for what?? IM NOT A DRUG DEALER ??

you : NOT YET

him : you are ruining my tough guy personality 😷

you : whose a good boyyy

him : meeee :3

him : lol, guess what

you : bitch with the way you live I have no fucking idea

him : wyd

you : i hate small talk

him : im in love with u

you : thats more like it.

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[acknowledge-reigns]

Sending love to Samu and the whole Anoa'i family ☝🏾❤

[ahsoka4life]

I'm so close to making my own haikyuu/jjk samus coz I need to be fed for my underrated fave that have literally no content online. Like ISTG I have the apps downloaded and my finger just hovers over them every now and again.... I just might start one today... Maybe...

[inexplicably-spookified]

ocposting... shocking....

[twiinarmageddonss]

the guys

[vanityangel]

[tsikli]

some plate tectonics

50 mya intervals

[inkujira11]

AGENT U.N.I.T.I

"A mysterious red titan who's existence was kept in secret until June of 2024 after a world changing battle with two other titans. Created with the purpose to serve as a balance between the Earth and the Inner Core, he remains the planet's territorial guardian trying to keep the two worlds running in their natural orders which involve putting any demon, alien, robot or soldier to rest if needed, along with feeding on radiation to keep him sustained and powered."

god i hope this will be the last time I remaster this guy he's been through too much LMAO

[zumicho]

i am perfectly happy with this as long as akaashi was not an option 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

……………..

[hotvinimon]

Atsumu : Can I bother ya for a second?

Osamu : Well... ya always bother me but go ahead.

[krisfreedain]

[ahsoka4life]

So It Goes introductions: students + the drop out

Main masterlist

Fun facts about the students+ drop out!!

Noya was a sports major before he dropped out which he did because he couldn't see himself in a sports related job in the future and freaked out

He now just works at a record store and a manger tho he has no idea what he's doing

Yachi increased the amount of times she goes out so she can hang with kiyoko more

Tanaka is still worried about their girl time coz he thinks they're plotting something

Hinata and noya are so sick of it they just block it out atp

Noya Tanaka and Yachi live together and hinata lives with kuroo and kenma after yaku got kicked out by the landlord

Technically kiyoko lives in dorms but she spends most nights at Tanaka's

Noya already had bought tickets to see the Y/N tribute act beforehand and was going to gaslight them into seeing it if they said no

He loves her music it's his guilty pleasure

He has to Google translate some of her lyrics to understand them tho rly just likes the melody and Japanese parts

Noya loves love island but not because he thinks it's bad but because he likes to imagine what he would do if he was there

Tanaka has come out of his room before to make him turn it down coz noya works a late shift and stays up too late

Noya is yet to tell his family he dropped out and is just going to say he's going on a mid collage gap year when the school year should end

He honestly does pretty well money wise to say he dropped out a month ago

[chaoticallyfragmentary]

MSBY ‘Tsumu x Partner Reader

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He hears a choked sob escape you, that you immediately want to slam back into your throat. Rin is leading you away, away from the love of your fucking life, away from your ‘Tsumu.

“Up ya get idiot.”

Osamu watches as ‘Tsumu begged the healers for a better explanation, the slump of his spine a sudden attack of aphasia because, this was-is his brother and Osamu didn’t know how to keep him from falling apart as the doctor had no real answers to offer.

“Will my body remember what it learned?”

“You’ll have to test it out, Miya san. But in another month. No sports till then.”

‘Tsumu wanted to punch that doc’s face in. A few other specialists visit, as they tell ‘Samu his care plan, his limits and what he could expect in the coming months. They temper his hope with ornamental bookends, maybes and possibilities. They spoke of no absolutes, offering no confidence, leaving him with the sense that when if he got his memories back, it would be a difficult road to navigate.

All the while ‘Samu’s hand was encased in his and Kita san was standing next to the door. Little mercies, huh?

“Should we call your wife, Miya—”

“Don’t call her that,” he snaps with a visceral recoil. Osamu’s clearly grinding his jaw shut, smothering his rebuttal.

“Rest for now, Miya san. You’ll be discharged in a few days.”

‘Samu gets up too,

“Where--?”

He drops something in his hands and leaves, a chain with a ring looped through it, his wedding band. “I’ll be back.”

“Atsumu—” Kita san haltingly begins. He looks up at his captain, utterly lost, tired and very confused. Slowly, he sits down on the seat next to the bed, beginning to speak in a calm, quiet tone.

“I know, okay? You’ve got us here, me, Osamu, Suna and all your MSBY teammates too. I’ll let Osamu tell you about all that. You’ve got your wife too. She loves you; you know?”

“But I hardly… know her, and K-Kita san, I’m not the Atsumu she married and I’ve got volleyball.”

Kita san’s eyes widen, as a visceral grief suddenly swells in him, an ache for a memory he did not know.

“Oh, in yer heart, yer the same; 6 years or no. You made it work before; you were stupidly in love. You will make it work again, volleyball or not”

His eyes screw shut, sorting through all the new information he’s been flooded in the past hour. He examines the Kita san in front of him, the same except for skin tanned from working long hours in the sun, a bit more command in the set of his shoulders, calloused hands and laugh lines he didn’t know existed.

“W-what are you doing Kita san? The rice farmer you’ve always wanted to be?”

“Yeah, it is rewarding work. I’ve recently delivered a batch to Onigiri Miya—”

He stares, world spinning for a moment, latching on to his words, “Onigiri Miya”

He felt choked, short of breath. “’Samu’s finally got his own store eh Kita san?”

Kita-san’s face falls as he tries his best to control the welling of tears pooling on his lower lids, a blink away from spilling, lifting his hands to cover his face as his shoulders heave.

“’Tsumu I got yer favorite Onigiri—” ‘Samu enters just to hear ‘Tsumu trying to muffle a sob that nearly fucking breaks his heart, eyes bulging almost immediately with rising alarm because crying, it isn’t what ‘Tsumu does. Angry tears, yes but not tears of heartbreak.

He leaves the Onigiri by the door to kneel down by ‘Tsumu, hands hovering over him, taking quite literally all the strength within him to not just hold his brother. “’Tsum, yer breaking ma heart now, tell me what’s wrong brother—”

‘Tsumu doesn’t let him finish, just sort of falling into his big brother’s chest, curled over in on himself like he’s trying to fold himself up until he’s gone. He feels so small, his little brother. Ah, his vision is starting to blur too. He wraps his arms around his little brother and holds him, Kita san quietly shutting the door to give them a modicum of privacy.

‘Tsumu can’t speak because when he goes full meltdown, he apparently goes full fucking meltdown. He can’t speak because he’s too busy sobbing his fucking heart out and every time he tries to form words, to ask about his volleyball, his wife or even ‘Samu’s store, he ends up making a truly hideous, choked noise that sounds a lot like he’s gagging and probably hyperventilating as Osamu rubs soothing circles into his back and he feels like he is a child again, five and ten and sixteen, always the little brother.

You are on the other side of the door, carving a canyon of selfish grief in the stupid hospital floor, face etched with misery, pain, and hurt for ‘Tsum bubbling over like a pot on boil, pressing both of your hands over your mouth as you finally let yourself cry, Rin watching you with his eyebrows tugged tight together as he sniffs too, eyes blotchy red as he rubs your back, holding on to your hand. He cries too, finding the door inexplicably hard to close once it’s busted open. He lets you cry, like a child.

‘Tsumu didn’t have the energy for complex thought, let alone capacity for conversation. ‘Samu didn’t ask in the following quiet that clawed across the space between them. ‘Tsumu draws back and ‘Samu lets him with a silent nod, offering a small smile. ‘Tsumu’s face goes just a bit softer, something passing between brothers that only twins could ever hope to understand, hope so fragile and sturdy at the same time, that only exists between them.

You feel ridiculously jealous of the past you, the you that hugged ‘Tsumu just for a minute, the you that only kissed him twice before he had to leave for the match, the you that didn’t get to tell your ‘Tsum that you love him, thinking you’d surprise him once he’s back. It is an ugly feeling, wanting rather fiercely to break the fucking door down and hold your husband, possessive and envious. You shove it down with an internal disgust. “I’m going home Rin—” you take a deep shuddering breath, your stomach abruptly cramping with fear. “Like hell am I letting him forget about me-” you rasp, biting the inside of your cheek, trying to starve off the devastation creeping in like a vice around your throat. “I just have to make him fall in love with me again.”  

Rin is looking at you like you’ve lost your mind. Maybe you did. But a life without your better half is out of the question. How could you possibly put into words what you feel right now? What language burns in melancholy and drowns in heartbreak only to go to sleep with grief and wake up with hope? Your home is with Atsumu Miya. You cannot bear the thought of facing your house without him in it. You outwardly shake your head, breath gusting from your seized chest, finally unclenching as a hollow laugh leaves you. 

“But first, lets get drunk Rin. My husband doesn’t remember he has a wife.”

(Quietly whispers, I’ve got no idea how to reply to ppl so i’mma do it here. Cackles maniacally, it will be a happy ending between the reader and Atsumu. But they will take a long fucking road to finally get there. This will be the last update for a while because uni fucking sucks)

[sunskieeee]

DAZAI OSAMU CODED. I REPEAT OSAMU CODED. Hes so the type to understand secret messages like this sent to him ;)

[vanityangel]

MACHO MAN: "Don't know if I'm flattered or not. I think I'm... NOT flattered!" BOBBY HEENAN: "Just be glad you're not on a stick." MACHO MAN: "You're right about that."