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AtsuHina Fic Recs!

I have got to admit that AtsuHina is one of my favourite ships! Although it’s mostly new and rare, I find that a lot of the works are simply beautiful and great! 

General Audiences

“murphy’s law abiding citizen” by whatthehelena

“you look like you want him forever“ by otpismyoxygen

“che vita meravigliosa” by elvass

“and i can see what was hidden before” by croissantbleu

“eclipse of the sun” by noyabeans

“allured” by blithely

“What are feelings?” by orangemint

“Cowardice” by ElsaFH

Teen And Up Audiences

“like the faint scent of bergamots in the morning” by tinygumdrops

“in gold daylight” by lavendori

“this was the very first page, not where the story line ends” by fox_es

“what's yours is mine (but I cannot be yours)” by kiroiimye (Contains past Kagehina)

“in the night we are wild eyed“ by Flumes

“the world will never be the same“ by Slumber

“A Splash of Colour” by Crollalanza (Contains OsaSuna too)

“south of an early summer” by tothemoon

“fallen star, i’m your one call away” by trilobites

“Movements” by yaxuxi

“timmy play your trumpet (let the people go beserk)” by becauseitisbitter

“have my sympathy” by pissedofsandwich (Background BokuAka)

“the better miya twin” by infantblue

***"JUNO" by majunju and perennials (I beg of you to read this masterpiece. Please. I'm on my knees.)

Mature

“you can coax the cold out of me” by caniculeo

“into the heart of the stomach” by entremelement (Implied past OiHina and Unrequited AtsuKita)

Explicit

“And they were Roomates” by boomturkey

Not Rated

“Hungry Youth” by welpplew

“The Path to Happiness” by Serendipity (Contains OsaSuna also)

“Why Are We Here If Not For Each Other” by loocusts (Contains unrequited Kagehina and slight Oihina also)

“Sunshine (you shine so bright)” by jhxnnats

“Let's Fall In Love“ by Serendipity (past Kagehina)

Series 

“Colliding universes” by ElsaFH

[7:06]

the sizzling sound of food drowned atsumu's soft humming. the apron that said 'kiss the cook' was no longer its original blue color. red oil stains, black dots of soy sauce and many more mysterious stains were littered across the front.

atsumu gave one last stir to the food and turned off the stove. he turned to look at you, a proud grin on his face. "it's done."

"god, i hope it doesn't kill me," you chuckled. atsumu poured the food into two bowls and walked over to where you were seated on the dining table. "ya will be lickin' your fingers for days after ya finish this," he huffed.

you looked at the plate filled with noodles in front of you. "you made... noodles?"

atsumu had already dug into his bowl. with his mouth stuffed full with food he said, "yesh. but i added exshtra ingredients."

you raised your eyebrows. the noodles looked good and the smell was heavenly. picking up your chopsticks, you ate the small piece of broccoli covered in spices. your taste buds were hit with a wave of different flavors. the broccoli was juicy and had soaked up the spices well. you looked up at atsumu and met his expectant eyes.

you took a few more bites before saying anything. the noodles were perfectly cooked and the broth was savory. overall, the food was delicious. you put your chopsticks down and drank some water.

"atsumu," you said. he leaned in closer and waited for you to speak. "has anyone ever told you you cook good?"

you didn't miss the way the corners of his mouth twitched up. "no."

you nodded. after a moment of silence you said, "then why do you keep cooking?"

atsumu's face went from confusion to realization to horror. he opened his mouth but made no attempts to speak. horrified at your words he looked down at the food, up at you and then back down. after seconds that felt like hours he spoke. "but the food—is it that gross—i like it."

you burst out into laughter which only made your boyfriend more confused. you laughed and laughed till you couldn't breathe. atsumu's face was so precious.

"oh my god, 'tsumu!" you tried to control your laughter. "i was just joking. this–" you pointed to the noodles"–is the best food i have ever had." which was true. atsumu was a really good cook.

atsumu frowned. "wait, so ya were joking?"

"yes!" you still hadn't stopped laughing and atsumu's face was not helping.

"babe, ya gave me heart attack. why'd ya have to prank me?" despite his words, atsumu was grinning.

"your face was so precious. i should've taken a picture."

"shut up!"

giggles filled the kitchen as the two of you had dinner. later, atsumu got his sweet revenge by tickling you till you were begging him to stop. it was followed by atsumu complaining that three days' worth of workout had gone down the drain because of the calorie rich food he had cooked.

Work by: @smolbean12

Hi, I love your heartbroken Haikyuu character stuff But do you think you can write me a scenario where the characters receive a really sweet confession or confess to someone? You can pick any characters you want. Also thanks for existing. I absolutely love your blog!

ohmigoshhh you're so sweet <3

Haikyuu!! Characters When They Get Confessed To

♡ Miya Atsumu ♡

Atsumu couldn't believe his eyes. Or ears. Or you. You confessed to him? YOU confessed to HIM?! He quickly grabs you by the shoulder and shakes you. "Ya are not jokin' right? Ya like like me or like like me? Like like or like??? Argh tell me!!"

By the time he's done shaking you and asking you those questions your head starts spinning. "Atsumu leave me! And-and I like like you alright?"

Atsumu obeys and stops but his hands are still on your shoulder. There was a moment of silence. And then:

"Wait- which like do ya mean? Like like or like like?"

"OH MY GOD ATSUMU I LOVE YOU OKAY?"

Atsumu steps back a bit, his hands raised up defensively. "Jeez calm down. Don't ya yell at me."

"Tsumu you're stupid," you chuckled out. However Atsumu doesn't pay any mind to that. Instead he smirks, smug and teasing. "Ya love me, huh? Aww I never thought you'd be so cheesy."

"I know, Tsumu. I have really bad taste in men," you reply with faux sadness.

Atsumu blanches. "Oh come on! Ya can't really say that. I'm a delight, no wonder ya fell in love." His grip on your shoulder tightens. "Besides I like ya too. Ya wanna go out with me?"

"You like like me or like like?"

The face he made was precious. You break out in laughter.

"Yes, Atsumu. A hundred times yes."

♡ Kuroo Tetsurou ♡

Practice had been the same as usual what with Yaku screaming at Lev and Kenma lazing around. Kuroo could not wait to go home, have a nice hot meal and sleep. He was too tired as he had pulled two all nighters to study for his exams.

He walked out of the school gym only to find you standing near the gates. He called out your name and jogged towards you. "Hey! What are you doing here? It's pretty late."

You waved back at him with a small smile. "Kuroo, I wanted to borrow your notes. I,uh, zoned out in class and didn't take any."

"Oh, sure why not!"

He started fishing for his notebook in his bag when he noticed that you were extremely fidgety. You were tapping your foot on the ground, playing with your fingers and glancing around the school grounds. He handed the book to you and before he could ask if you were alright you were already walking away with an urgent thank you and goodbye.

Kuroo went home confused and couldn't get it off his mind for the rest of the night. The next day you returned his notebook to him the first thing in the morning and this time, too, you were fidgety and seemed to be in a hurry. Again, you walked away from him before he could talk to you.

Kuroo simply thought you were sick, but something in the back of his head told him that that wasn't the reason. A week passed before you talked to him after volleyball practice.

'Hey, how ar-" He began to say but was interrupted by you.

"Kuroo did you not open your notebook after I returned it to you?"

Classes for that subject were canceled as their teacher had taken leave due to some family emergency, and since his exams were over too he never bothered to study. "No, not really," he said. "But why are you asking me this? And also why have you been acting so different?"

You ignored his questions entirely. Your mouth fell open in shock and realization. When you spoke again you seemed exasperated.

"Why didn't you? You should've opened! Oh, c'mon Kuroo," you rambled on and on.

And at that instant it felt like something had clicked in his brain. Oh. Now he understood.

He quickly pulled out the notebook from his bag and in his haste a piece of paper fell out of it. He picked it up and his suspicions were confirmed.

It was a love letter. Addressed to him. From you.

He looked at you, his face beet red just like you. "This is for me?" He spluttered out.

"Of course! God, I have been waiting for a whole week for you to reply to it but you never even saw it!"

Kuroo couldn't help but bark out a laugh. He was stupid, So, so stupid. He also felt really giddy. "So you like me?"

"Unfortuately, yes."

Work by: @smolbean12

thank you for reading :)

.in the night - miya atsumu

.pairings atsumu x fem!reader

.genre timeskip!au, post break up, bittersweet ending [a]

.ongoing | completed

.tw cheating, if it counts

.wc; 1.8k

SUMMARY

She had loved Atsumu for so long, but now she's beginning to think she's loved him for too long.

It was a peaceful Thursday night, like any other. The couple laid themselves on the couch and let their bodies mold into one another as the movie went on. You let out a burst of laughter as the next scene in the movie played, letting bits of regret creep up into Atsumu's back. Maybe he shouldn't have had that extra drink that night.

"Atsumu? Is everything okay?" You gave an expression of concern as your boyfriend stared at you longingly with a gaze that seemed remorseful.

"Baby, I have ta tell ya somethin'." He slowly shuffled away from the warm presence of his lover and fiddled with his fingers, a habit he tended to when he got anxious.

"Of course darling, anything." You rotated your body to face Atsumu in a more comfortable position, laying your arm atop of the couch, with your legs crossed.

"Before I tell ya everything, can ya promise to love me forever afterwards." His lips began to tremble, heart palpitating as if he was at gunpoint.

"Tsumu, of course I'll love you forever afterwards, now what's the matter?" You began to feel skeptical as the silence jeered on.

"The other night, with Osamu and Koutaro, I uh, had a few drinks too many and well, there was this girl who I met and we uh slept...together"

A pregnant silence cuts through, a long one at that. There's no response available from your lips and Atsumu begins to fear for his life; for your answer from his statement.

"When was this?" That was not the reaction he had expected. He awaited for the tears, the snot, the desperate cries and "Why's", but to no avail, you stayed silent. You sat in front of him, pretty like a doll, with an expression unreadable. Why weren't you angry with him? Did you not hear him properly?

"Um, two months ago, possibly. I uh, I haven't kept exact track...yeah, that's it." He sounded hesitant in his answer and it left a wave of doubt from your point of view.

Questions had flooded your mind, what happened two months ago for this to happen, did you do something? You felt restless and needed a drink. You stood up uncomfortably, letting the movie play on in the back.

"Why aren't ya doing anything?" Atsumj grabs your wrist, giving you a yearning stare, like a small child waiting for his mother to come home.

"Because I love you 'Tsumu, remember. I promised to." You gave him a warm smile, a comforting one. "I'm just a little bit thirsty okay?" You quickly slipped out of his grasp and stepped your way into the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, to try and take in the brief, yet heartbreaking information the man, whom you'd thought you would marry, had given you.

The footsteps of said man had made its way to you, slithering his arms around your waist and burying his nose into your neck, to feel a sense of comfort.

"I'm so sorry my love. I swear it was the alcohol, I wasn't thinking, please, I love ya so much, I stopped it with her right after, just, stay with me please 'm so sorry, I'll do anythin to make it right jus-"

"Atsumu, I still love you, I'm glad you told me, it must've been really hard for you huh?" You felt tears wringing up around your waterline, and kept your voice quiet and shaky, afraid it was going to go away. Atsumj kept his arms around you tighter, hearing your shaky sobs and feeling himself tear up too.

"You're too good for me, ya know that my love...after everythin I've done to ya, and ya still stick by my side.." He sobbed into your neck, as you wailed alongside him, keeping your hands on his forearm, as if he were support.

"I love you okay, no matter what, just remember that, please." You rubbed his arm in comfort, slowly pulling away from his warm embrace and wiping your tears away and sniffling, before mustering up the best smile you could.

"Now, shouldn't we be getting to sleep? It's late and you have practice early in the morning tomorrow." You stared at him with the same innocent eyes he first fell in love with, and felt as if he was a teenager, meeting each other for the first time all over again.

He nodded in agreement, and didn't let go of your hand even whilst you brushed your teeth. He was afraid you were going to slip out of his grasp as easily he did that night. It all felt the same, as if he'd never told you he'd cheated on you with another woman. You curled up in his body like a baby, and he wrapped his arms around you protectively, before immediately dozing off into his sleep.

Luckily for you, Atsumu was a heavy sleeper, and was able to cry for the rest of the night. You felt your chest getting heavier with each second after he had rolled onto the other side of the bed, snoring like a log. Your heartbreak was beyond description, clasping your shirt tightly in your hands, you took another shaky breath and cried once more as you stared at your partner's broad back.

You felt alone at that point in time. There was no longer the flashlight in the dark for you, it seemed as if Atsumu had led you to a dead end in life. Uou thought he was the answer, the solution, your genesis. But you had been pushed to the back of his mind so easily in one night. It was the next morning and the both of you had awoken with puffy eyes, yet smiled so lovingly as you buried your head into his chest.

"I'll visit you at practice later, I have errands to run with Yukie." You fabricated after rolling out of bed and slipping into a new change of clothes.

"Ya will? That's great, I can introduce ya to Shoyou, my spiker, although his old setter doesn't like when I call him that, he's not even in the same team!" He bantered on with a smile on his face, as you stared at him.

"Of course, love, I can't wait, now shoo go get ready." time felt too slow for atsumu as he waited for you to enter the gym hall. His legs bounced up and down in eagerness as his eyes darted around the halls, waiting for the familiar figure to come walking through the doors. And speak of the devil, there you were in all your glory. he rose up from his seat and walked towards you, pulling you into a bone crushing embrace.

"Tsumj, you're sweaty, baby." You pull back humorously, and shove him to a distance, only to leave him pouting like a child as he reached out towards you again.

"I'll finish my practice early, so we can go somewhere today-"

"No, you need to practice, you have that big game coming up soon, work hard, okay baby?" You stared up at him in determination, like tears were about to spill from your eyes.

“Hey, what's the matter?" His thumb brushed over her cheek gently, softening the electric expression he plastered onto his face.

"Oh nothing, I'm just so proud of how far you've come. I remember when we were third years in Inarizaki, and you used to brag about how you would end up as a pro-volleyball player. Look at you now! I'm so happy for you, Tsumu." It was your turn to pull him into a hug so tight that it could've suffocated him. He chuckled and rubbed circles on your back before hearing his coach beckon him to come back to practice.

"Wait for me at home yeah?"

"Sure tsumu. I love you so much, forever and always okay?"

"Forever and always baby." It was strange. you gave him a passionate kiss before exiting the gym hall. The way you embraced him, like it was for the last time, the way you spoke to him, like you were never to speak again. It was all strange. The doors slam shut, and some of his teammates hooted out a couple of "Ooh"'s and teases, as his face painted with red from embarrassment.

You finally left the scene. Hard and painful couldn't even begin to describe your emotions. You left the man you had been with for over ten years, unbeknownst to him. You didn't want his last memories of you to be an ugly argument, and someone leaving the other with words they knew they'd regret. You finally closed the door to the car you had rented, and drove to the airport, never to see Atsumu Miya, the love of your life, again.

It was six thirty in the evening, and Atsumu's practice had finally ended, with him and his teammates giving each other a congratulations and well done's on the hard work for today. He sprinted to his seat, with his duffle bag and his phone, which he kept quiet every time he went to practice to prevent distraction. Only to be left in utter agony.

Message from: Love <3

I'm sorry for doing this, but it was inevitable, I thank you for the ten years you had spent with me, and I thank you for the lifetime's worth of memories you had given me. I know it seems like much, but I'm so tired of hurting. I'm so tired of waiting for you to hurt me again and again. I'm so tired of having to hurt you back the same way. This isn't a healthy relationship anymore. It's time for us to move on. The night you told me that you had cheated, I knew that wasn't the only time you cheated. I could tell from the way you came home late, and refused to get changed in the same room as me, the way you wouldn't return my kisses at one point. But I'm glad that night, you did kiss me like you used to, you did hold me in your arms like before, and you did come crying to me whenever you needed like before. The moment you confessed to me about what you did, was a sign that you had finally grown up, and that we can be apart now, without anyone hurting. So, please remember that I love you so much. Forever and always. I won't forget our promise. Okay? I love you.

Atsumu felt as though his senses had disappeared, he dropped his phone, startling his teammates. The light of his life, the yin to his yang, the hot to his cold had left him. Just when he thought he could fix things. Everything felt numb. He could walk through a blizzard naked, and the pain wouldn't amount to even half as much to the text message his dearly beloved left to him.

"Atsumu-san? Is everything alright?" Shoyou made his way towards the hench man, wiping away his own tears.

"Y-yeah, just need to get home early today. Y/N is waiting for me."

"Look at you guys, I wish I had a relationship just like yours." Koutaro interrupted. Atsumu gave him a quick chuckle and picked up his duffle bag and left before whispering to himself.

"Me too."

a/n: good afternoon morning everybody, god has decided to let me live another day, and i'm going to make it everyone's problem

[22:18] waking up with miya atsumu

warnings none just icky fluff

other timestamps

it was around six forty nine am on a monday when you awoke, which was surprising, because you always woke up later than atsumu. the sun was especially blinding today and you had no choice but to open your eyes.

what a bother. now you couldn't go back to sleep. no matter how many times you tried to toss and turn to find the right position to fall back asleep in, your lethargy never found its way back.

beside you, was your husband, atsumu miya. sleeping soundly- okay that's a lie, he sleeps like a log and snores like a bear. his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, and he buried his face in your stomach as you sat up.

shifting yourself back down to his level, you stared at his drowsy expression as drool began to drip down the side of his lip. chuckling, you wiped it away before placing a kiss onto his head. and another. and then another one. and another one after that.

"babe, yer killin' me with these kisses. its so early why are you awake?" he finally wakes up and rubs his eyes, staring up at your bewildered expression as you were caught in the act of kissing his face in his sleep.

"hmm i think the universe wanted me to wake you up this time, instead of that irritating alarm." giggling, you plant another kiss on the tip of his nose as he groans.

"what's wrong with my alarm?"

"what's wrong with me kissing my husband?" a short silence echoed in your bedroom, and atsumu rolls over on top of your body, and lays his head between your chest and huffs jokingly.

"i guess yer right. you should do it more so i wake up earlier." he rests his chin on your sternum and smiles mischievously, puckering his lips out towards you.

"and sacrifice my own sleep? i think not." you push him off before stretching your arms out, and getting out of your side of the bed to get ready for the day, only to be pulled back in by a pair of arms, positioning you in your previous place.

"then at least stay in bed with me for the whole mornin'." you stare up at him as he traps you between his arms beneath his body, with a cheeky smirk on his face.

grabbing his face, you kiss him lazily and smile, an indication that you were going to stay in bed for a few extra hours minutes. he responds and sits you up on his lap, returning your physical affection, before you pull away and grin at him. a short lived pause emits and the two of you stare earnestly at one another.

"wanna lay in my arms?"

"is that even a question?" you dove back in the sheets, and submerged yourself within the comforts of your husband's toned bicep, and embraced his waist with your arms as he tangles his legs with yours.

"i love mondays." he sighs.

"no you don't."

"yer right i don't. but i love mondays with you."

"that's so cheesy i don't want to cuddle anymore."

"wait come back i was jus' jokin' baby." he laughs, with the sound reverberating in the room, pulling you back in his arms again.

a/n: i am so sorry for the inactivity pls accept this as an apology i will try to be more active during the summer </3

Trust me. Love me. Shoot me.

Atsumu Miya x female reader

Summary: Atsumu finds himself with a young woman who is more that what she seems.

Warning: Implied violence, blood, injury

Genre: Yakuza AU, angst, fluff, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers

A/n: I have had sever writer block for the longest time and I got an idea so I had to write it. So please enjoy!! As always, please don’t repost or plagiarize! If you want to support me please reboot or like! Also! Send me a request if you would like to be tagged in the series!

Y/n= your name

L/n= Your last name

Y/h/c= your hair colour

Y/e/c= your eye colour

Previous//Next

Read here because tumblr decided to be difficult

Trust me. Love me. Shoot me.

Atsumu Miya x female reader

Summary: Atsumu finds himself with a young woman who is more that what she seems.

A/n: I had zero motivation to day to write this but please enjoy!? As always, please don’t repost! To support me please like or reblog. Also!! Send me a request if you want to be added to the tags list for this series!

Y/n= your name

L/n= Your last name

Y/h/c= your hair colour

Y/e/c= your eye colour

Warning: extremely unedited, mentioned blood, mentioned fire, burning, medical stuff, needles

Previous//Next

Atsumu woke up with the warm  morning sun spilling through the window, and the fresh morning air cascaded through the open window. There was no pain in his body and his head was light. His head was lying on a soft, plush pillow and the silk sheets were smooth against his skin. Everything was fine.

Well almost fine. The only problem was that he didn’t own any silk sheets. He had scratchy cotton ones. In alarm, Atsumu sat up straight and looked around the somewhat familiar room. He was is a room with lightly coloured walls and a few plants which hung from the ceiling. Beside the door was a body length mirror with two coat hooks beside it. Next to where he sat was a beige bedside table with two drawers and a single daisy in a small glass jar and 2 doors which he guessed led to the closet. Directly across from him was a  desk with a small stack of books, a spiral bounded notebook, and a few pens, along with a girl, L/n. She had her nose in a book. Her eyes following the line she was reading. Her face was relaxed, but scrunched in displeasure, or maybe anticipation, at the book in front of her. Her nimble fingers flipped the page. As she kept reading, her eyebrows scrunched and her mouth fell open in surprise, or maybe hatred or shock,  at the new page. That was a beautiful expression that she wore.

Astumu didn’t want to admit it, but she was beautiful. Her face was doll-like, giving her the illusion of youth, but her eyes showed much more maturation and pain, but held kindness and love. Her lips looked soft and sweet, and were especially beautiful when she pulled her mouth into a wide smile. Her hair looked elegant however it fell around her face, or maybe she would look more breathtaking with her hair up. It beautifully framed her face, and made her y/e/c eyes stand out. L/n’s voice was also beautiful. It was melodic and sweet, but could also held the intensity of a thousand dagger. Her laugh would sound nice too. Maybe it would be a light chuckle. Or maybe a breathy laugh where she would crinkle her nose. Or if her laugh was a belly laugh full of life and happiness. That would be lovely. Astumu watched as her face contorted to many different emotions, surprise, hate, confusion. But it made him sad that her face was almost always neutral. Emotionless.

Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked the man with dark hair and metallic blue eyes. He was very tall and was decently built. His eyes scanned the room taking inventory of the situation. L/n looked up from her book and gave him a discreet nod.

“Hello L/n-san. Anything new?” He asked. His voice was smooth and empty. His eyes, and L/n’s shifted to Atsumu. He felt like a monkey in a zoo enclosure, with everyone watching him as he flung his feces at the wall. He watched as L/n and the dark haired man had a conversation though eye contact, head movements and face expressions. The “conversation” mainly consistent of L/n rolling her eyes and the man angrily raising his eyebrows.

“Well do you have a plan for that ?” L/n said finally, breaking the silence, but adding to the tension within the small room. At least Astumu knew that the mystery man’s wasn’t a potential danger.

“Well Y/n we need to take care of Miya-san first. For all we know you would have brought a wanted criminal into our house! How do you think the rest of us will react?” The man yell at her. L/n kept her face straight. No sign of any emotions covered her face and her eyes became more intense, almost like a tiger ready to kill.

“I am going to say it once. This is my house. I will decide when things happen and how things will happen. I decided to help someone who was dying on the street, and you don't get to judge my kindness. Not after what happened at the train station!" she stated with a calm icy tone, book long forgotten on the desk. The room was noticeably colder and Atsumu was feeling unsure of what was happening. The tall man stood, face unmoved, but behind his eyes showed something more. Something about the train station bugged him. He didn't speak or move, but his compliance was displayed through his eyes. He walked out wordlessly and shut the door behind him. Astumu was still in shock. Not sure if it was the situation in general, or maybe it was the amount of power L/n held.

“So how are you feeling, Miya-san?” She asked, breaking Atsumu from his thoughts. Her voice back to the sweet voice he remembered from the day before.

“Am fine, what just happened?” Her inquired curiously, hoping to get an answer. The mysterious man gave Atsumu many question, and not a single answer.

“Well Miya-san, I think you are forgetting our deal. You said you would tell me everything, and so far you haven’t. So if you could please tell me, then go ahead.” She replied in a teasing manner. Astumu tensed at her light hearted tone. The stark contrast between her light-hearted tone now and the cold tone from just minutes ago made his skin crawl. The eagerness was written on her face as she sat cross legged in the chair across from him.

“Well it’s complicated. Ya see, we were gonna ambush a rival yakuza. But they saw us comin’ and fought us back. A got hit a few times, then someone lit the building on fire. I ran out, then I ended up here.” He said, recalling the events of that night. He remembered the scent of blood, both his and the people around him, and the gasoline, and the horrid screams of people in the fire as their bodies burned. He was lucky that he got out. He wondered about his closest acquaintances, Kita, Suna, and Aran. But also his twin brother, Osumu. Damn how could this happen? If anything happened to them, then it would be his fault. All because of his recklessness. Snapping  out of his thoughts, he looked at L/n who was in deep thought. Her forehead was crinkled and her eyes seemed to be seeing right through him.

After what could have been only five minutes, she got up quietly and walked towards the closet. Inside the closet was an artillery of medical supplies. Multiple boxes of gloves and masks, along with a small fridge that held many small bottles of drugs. There were also a crash cart with everything that could be sues in an emergency, a defibrillator, a breathing bag, a tracheotomy kit and tubes. There were also about 3 oxygen tanks with small carts. She rummaged around in the closet until she got out some bandages and a small suture kit with a pair of needle drivers and toothed forceps along with a few other tools Atsumu could not recognize. Then L/n grab a small vile of drug and a needle from another part of the closet. She walk towards Atsumu, tools in hand as he watched curiously. As she go to the bed side table, she injected the needle into the vile which Astumu could now read as “morphine” and carefully pulled back the piston until there was maybe 5 milligrams of morphine. She grabbed his left arm and injected it into his bicep. Then she grabbed his left leg and removed the bandages from his leg. At first, he was questioning his lack of pants, before he remembered the “incident”. As your hands nimbly unwrap the bandage, the stench from his leg escaped into the room, causing him to plug him nose, but L/n seemed unaffected as she unwrapped the bandages. Once the bandages were removed she walked to the small garbage can beside the foot of the bed, which he did not notice, which was already half full of bloody bandages and the sweatpants from earlier. L/n carefully inspected the neatly done stitches, making sure there was no sign of the wound reopening. Once she was sure there was no sign of reopening or infection, she rewrapped the leg in new clean bandages.

“Thank you for the information Miya-san, you will need to rest so your wounds don’t reopen or become worse. I will be back in a few hours so please don’t move and if you need anything please just scream.” She said curly before turning around and leaving before he could reply. Atsumu felt very confused, but he also felt drowsiness. “Maybe from the morphine” he thought before drifting off to sleep.

Sometime later, he woke up to hearing voices down the stairs. There were 3 male voices and L/n’s. They were murmuring urgently.

“L/n-san, we can’t let him stay here. It’s too dangerous. If they find us we will be killed. You know that.” Said the first voice, which sounded like the mystery man from earlier in the day.

“No Akaashi-san, it will be fine.” Replied another deeper voice. “I don’t see why not besides we could take care of anything that happens.”

“Why are you being kind to that lowly yakuza. It doesn’t fit your character.” Replied the first voice, which Atsumu now knew belonged to the mystery man, Akaashi.

“I am always this kind. Besides Akaashi, you are just overthinking it too much.” Said the deep voice again.

“Yeah ‘Kaashi, I agree with them” said another , “Even if they figure out that we were responsible for those incidents, they have no proof”.

“Exactly Akaashi-san,” you agreed, “And if he does anything, then I will take care of him”.

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Atsumu Miya x female reader

Summary: Atsumu finds himself with a young woman who is more that what she seems.

A/n: I honestly don’t know how to write fight scenes but I tried my best! Please support me by giving my any suggestions on fight scenes cuz I low key suck :O( any who, please dont repost, but feel free to reblog or like!

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L/n= Your last name

Warning: misgendering, blood, weapons, death, dead bodies. Honestly, if gore is a no-no for you, then DO NOT READ THIS!!!!

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For the next few days, Atsumu drifted in and out of consciousness. Each waking moment was met with someone new in his room. There was the mystery man, Akaashi, who was reading a book, a large dude with bi-coloured hair doing pushups on the ground, a small girl with long blonde hair with dark roots playing on a Nintendo switch, and a rooster head who was sitting in the corner writing something in his notebook. Of course there was L/n. Atsumu was nervous about her. He wasn’t sure if he heard you properly two nights ago, or maybe 3 nights. Astumu wasn’t sure, but he was still cautious. When he wasn’t awake, he would dream of his brother and his comrades and acquaintances. He was not sure how his gang, Inarizaki, could have lost. He was on their side and was in good shape. The lose could not possibly be his fault. He was in great shape and fought extremely well. It had to be their fault. But of course, if they were hurt then he would have to blame himself. For what even he did to end up in L/n Y/n’s home. What ever her plan was, he didn’t understand nor want to know. He just wanted to get out as soon as possible. Because wherever he was, everyone around him was in danger.

This time, he woke up feeling entirely lucid. The room was empty, excluding the pair of crutches resting on the bedside table. He pulled his pant-less self off of the bed and grabbed the crutches. He placed one crutch under each arm and balanced himself on his unharmed foot. He moved to the mirror and observed his damaged body. He was wearing a pair of boxers and bandages covering his thigh. The large bandages that were wrapped around his chest, were now gone, exposing most of his tattoos. His face looking better, the stiches were taken out of his face, leaving a long scar down his face. His swollen lip and black eye had healed tremendously as well. His arms were still covered in bandages, but showed more of his tattoos. His blond hair was still messy, but it looked cleaner and more organized.

Atsumu opened the door and headed down the hallway which lead to the stairs. He hobbled down the hallway and stairs into a sitting room to see the mystery man, rooster head, the bi-coloured hair man, who looked scarily like an owl, the girl, and L/n. The five people were sitting in the dark sitting room, which was illuminated by a few candles, all except the girl with mugs in hand. As he entered the room, all five pairs of eyes, save for the girl, who was very invested in his Nintendo switch, focused on him. He once agin felt like a poop-flinging monkey in his enclosure.

The silence in the room was deafening. The silence was broken by the owl man who got up and ran towards him. He swung and arm around his shoulder and proceeded to carry Atsumu to the couch. Owl dude was a large man. He had exceptionally broad shoulders and biceps as large as his face. He was wearing a black muscle shirt with nike workout shorts. But damn, who knew an owl could be so buff.

As Atsumu was placed down gently on the couch (Atsumu swear he felt like a princess), the rooster head started to talk to him.

“So you are yakuza, right, Atsumu?” Asked the rooster head. “How did a yakuza like you end up in our little Y/n’s care”. Atsumu swore he was being provoked, two could play that game.

“Well it was an ambush, Rooster head-kun.” Atsumu rebutted. The air wasn’t tense, but felt playful. As Rooster head-kun was hyena laughing at his response, Owl-man was fidgeting in his seat and repeatedly taping Akaashi on the shoulder, like at a game show, Akaashi, showed little interest to the Owl and just told him to calm down.

“I still don’t get why you are even here.” Said a n unknown, tenor voice. Atsumu turned around to look at the source. He was staring at the “girl” who was definitely not a girl. He had his long blond hair pulled half back. His hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, along with his switch. There was not much which was notable about this character. He was about 170cm with brown eyes.

“He is here because he was hurt on the sidewalk, Kenma.” L/n interjects, “so be nice. He will be here until he is better”. That statement seemed really contradictory to what you said the last night about “taking care of it”.

“Wait who are these people L/n?” Atsumu asked, scanning the room.  He noticed the tall fire place in the room, along with the floor-to-ceiling windows which showed a yard. The room was elegant, yet modern. Shit. How much was this place?

“Well this is Bokuto, Akaashi, Kenma, and Kuroo. And please just call me Y/n. Only Akaashi calls me L/n ‘cause he is too formal.” Y/n laughs. The group seem very cozy in the large sitting room. “We are partners and room mates. Kuroo is technically a lawyer, Bokuto is a personal trainer and body builder, Akaashi is an author and editor, and Kenma is, well a lot of things”.

“Well thank ya all the help, but I have’ta go. I don’t wanna stay here.” Atsumu replied. “A don’t think I should stay so bye”.  He said as he attempted to stand up. The owl head, Bokuto, grabbed the crutches before Atsumu could grab them.

“Sorry Tsum-Tsum, we can’t let you go until you are fully healed. Y/n even said so.” Bokuto said, holding one crutch in each hand.

“No! I have to go! Now please give me the damn crutches so I can leave.” He refuted. Atsumu felt a feeling of dread take over his body. The knew that they were coming. He was not sure who, but he felt that they were being watched thought the tall glass windows.

“Miya-san, you need to stay here until you are fully healed. So please don’t fight us.” Akaashi said.  Atsumu knew he had to leave now. There was no way he would let these nice people get hurt, even the cold Akaashi, who really dislikes him.

“I am sorry, but I need to—” Atsumu started, only to be interrupted by the smashing of the tall glass windows and doors being kicked in. Atsumu froze, waiting for the intruders next move. He was virtually defenceless in his current state, but he could at least help the other people escape. The intruders flooded in with revolvers and knives from all angles. There were no escape routes, and he could not see their faces. He turned around to expect 5 frightened faces, but instead he was met with an exited Bokuto, a smirking Kuroo, an ever-stoic Akaashi, a scheming Kenma, and a determined Y/n, still sitting around the coffee table. In a blink of an eye, weapons are pulled from under the coffee table, under couch cushions, and behind pillows. Guns, knifes, tasers, swords and a frying pan were pulled out from obscure places.

As the group behind Atsumu stood up, weapons were in hand as fighting ensued. Bokuto had A large frying pan (why, Atsumu could figure out) and was using it as a shield from in coming knifes, and a weapon for hitting people upside the head. Akaashi and Kenma were gracefully dodging and stabbing people with black knifes (maybe it was an Eckhorn, Atsumu wasn’t sure). Kuroo was tazing the masked men left and right. As for Y/n, she had disappeared somewhere in the span of a few seconds.

As much as Atsumu was enjoying the fighting, he was stuck in the middle, utterly defenceless. Blood was everywhere as bodies hit the floor. One after another. The intruders were killed and left on the ground to be kicked on stepped on. He was so intrigued in the fight around him, that he did not notice the tall man stalking towards him. Right as Atsumu noticed, a gun was placed on his head as he heard threats of death if he called for help or moved. Paralyzed, he froze, his thoughts raced, and his heart was beating one thousand times a minute. Then suddenly Y/n appeared from the shadows and sliced the man with a tomahawk. Blood spattered along her dark cardigan and onto his back. She swung again and again until his body fell to the floor in a bloody mess. The masked men were almost completely all dead. The boys were mostly unscathed, except for a scrap on Kuroo’s forehead, but covered in blood. Atsumu was still in shock over the fighting skills of a doctor, lawyer, writer, body builder and whatever Kenma did.

“Wait what just happened?” he asked in shock.

“Well our safe house was found and we were attacked by masked-” started Bokuto, only to be cut off by Kenma.

“We saved your life and killed some people.” He interjected. The other 5 were stripping off all their bloodied clothes.

“No, who are you really, and how did you act so quickly?” Atsumu clarified.

“Well, Kuroo and Kenma are from the Nekoma Yakuza, and Akaashi and Bokuto are from the Fukorodani Yakuza.” Y/n replies, now stripped down to a simple black sports bra and black cargo pants.

“And I am a freelance assassin.”

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Atsumu Miya x female reader

Summary: Atsumu finds himself with a young woman who is more that what she seems.

A/n: Well the creativity god have given me ideas and a literal change in perspectives. Please be nice, I take constructive criticism well no i dont. Also, please dont plagiarize or repost!

Warning: mention of dead bodies, blood, selling bodies, fire, burning bodies, gasoline and alcohol, arson, implied violence, Atsumu is now a princess, unedited. As always Also kinda dark so if you dont want to read that please skadaddle

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Well, that was unexpected. Y/n really did not expect an ambush on their safe house. The bodies where bloodied on the ground. Faces contorted in anguish and pain surrounded her. Kuroo and Kenma were calling some people from the Nekoma family to help clean up. Bokuto was moving the bodies, while Akaashi was directing him where to place each. There could have been up to 40 bodies on the ground, coving the ground in crimson blood. The once elegant sitting room had now been destroyed. The tall glass windows were now shattered. The breathtaking fire place was now noting put a pile of rocks. And worst of all, the comfy sectional was now ripped and torn in far too many places. Well looks like this place was going to have to burn.

Since revealing her true job. Miya-san hadn’t spoken a word. His eyes were perpetually following her. L/n would catch his lingering eyes on her as she talked to Kenma, or helped Bokuto lift a body. Was it really that surprising? The five worked the silence, moving bodies, and taking inventory of the weapons. Her tomahawk, Akaashi and Kenma’s knives, Kuroo’s taser and Bokuto’s frying pan (Y/n wasn’t sure where he got it, or why he had it) were lying in a pile, long forgotten. Words were exchange her and there in effort to make the body clean-up easier. The bodies were lying in a straight row, Akaashi had already gone to grab bed sheets to cover the bodies. Flys were moving into the room, flying about and landing on the dead and living bodies in the room. Their constant buzz became a rhythmic tempo as each person worked.

Soon after the bodies were covered, the door opened and entered 2 new people. Their heights difference and silhouettes were dead give aways. The shorter one, Yaku, who reminded Y/n of a chihuahua, paced towards Kuroo, while the taller one, Lev, who’s monster exterior did not reflect on his string-bean personality, gravitated towards  Kenma. Bokuto and Akaashi were discussing something. Y/n was never too sure what Bokuto was ever thinking. He was as special type of special (Not hating on him though, he has always been an amazing person. Everyone should take time everyday to appreciate him). Atsumu, who seemed to be in less shock was starting to walk around the room, taking inventory on the two new people and and lines of corpses on the ground.

Yaku and Lev were asking a plethora of questions, ranging from “How’s your mom?” To “Should we sell the bodies?”. Anyone who was clueless about the situation would probably call the police. Nonetheless, Yaku removed the bodies to his van to take to Yaku-land (Yaku never tells people where he actually takes things like bodied or drugs, so instead, he calls it “Yaku-land”). Lev on the other hand, he was bullying the injured Atsumu, poking him, taking his crutches, calling him “cripple”. All to which Atsumu didn’t seem to take to heavily.

Once the bodies, leaving six behind, where taken and Yaku and Lev had left, it was time for the plan to start. First step was to pour anything flammable everywhere. Gasoline and alcohol were poured everywhere leaving the foul stench to wander through the air. The left over bodied were then heavily drizzled in gasoline. They need to burn the most.

Next in the very complex plan (thank you Akaashi), New clothes. Akaashi and Kenma grabbed some new clothes for the group to wear, sweater shirts and pants for Kenma, Atsumu and Bokuto, a baby blue sweater vest and slacks for Akaashi, and a simple two piece suit for Kuroo, and a pair of cropped mom jeans and a sweater for Y/n. As they were leaving the house, careful  not to touch the liquids which coated everything, the six grabbed some essential, food, water, and car keys, and lit the house on fire with a simple match.

The fire roared as the house fell. The walls were burning as the fire grew. The flames were visible through the windows and the dense smoke drifted into the sky. Everyone ran away from the flames as the devoured the house. No one stopped, worried that someone would see them as they ran away from the crime scene. The exhilarating rush of adrenaline and the taste of arson was pushing everyone to run faster and faster. Atsumu, who was being carried by Bokuto like he was a princess, even seemed to enjoy the high of arson.

When they reached the car, a honda odyssey (which are great get away cars if you are trying to go unnoticed), Bokuto tried to place the princess down, he fought back. Kicking and thrashing in Bokuto’s arms, Akaashi and Kuroo tried to hold him down with on avail, and Kenma was calming playing animal crossing. Y/n tried to get him to calm down, but the large man child, kept wiggling and squirming. When he finally gave up, the look of defeat covered him face, then a look of sorrow and regret, then pure anger.

“Miya, you need to stay with us.” Said Y/n, pleading for him to stay. Y/n knew that if he left, he would get attacked again and then he wold die. And that would not be beneficial to anyone.

“Y/n, A can’t stay! Yer house was destroyed cause of me! Did ya know that! If A wasn’t there ya would have been fine! Beside, how do A know ya aren’t gonna kill me? Huh? Ya could just be using me to uh” he stuttered as he thought of a sound reason, “uh sell me? Or trade me? Or even force me to work! That would be horrible! Ma hands aren’t made for work, ya know! A thought you were a doctor Ms ‘freelance assassin’”. Y/n looked at him like a crazy person. Did he really think that she would do that? And after all the hospitality which she offered? Rude. Y/n wanted to prove him wrong. She wasn’t that type of person. The other boys, who were still holding him down all stared at her, waiting for her decision.

“Atsumu,  I realize how you feel”, y/n begins, trying her best to sound confident, “But right now if you want to live, you need to come with us. We are going to the Nekoma/Fukoridani base. We won’t hurt you, but please, I really need you to trust me”.

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Summary: Atsumu finds himself with a young woman who is more that what she seems.

A/n: Writing this was fun. It was fun. Please enjoy the awkwardness and watch me try to build character dynamics. Yay ::) please do not repost, but feel free to reblog or like!

Warnings: drugs and alcohol mentioned, weapons mentioned, Atsumu gets punched lol, I didn’t edit yet again

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The minivan was quiet, except for Bokuto’s light snores. Akaashi was driving with Kuroo in the passenger side. Kenma was sitting in the back on his switch, and occasionally pushing the sleeping Bokuto off of his lap. Y/n sat behind Akaashi, passing maps and snacks to Kuroo. Atsumu was directly beside you, looking out the windows as the buildings  turned into fields then back to buildings.

Akaashi was planning to drive to the Nekoma headquarters, where a majority of Fukurodani  also stayed. Nekoma preferred to stay in Tokyo’s countryside. It was close enough to the city, but remote enough for no one to care. It was a strategic location.

When the minivan pulled to a stop, not a a rest stop this time, a tall warehouse sat in front of the group. The tall metal walls started down at the very mini minivan, the windows were ominously empty. The warehouse had a spooky feeling to it, it felt as if no one had been there for years, yet every single step was being carefully watched and criticized.

The first time Y/n came to the warehouse, she was terrified, but none of the boys knew. After all, she had to keep her reputation as a force to be reckoned with. The rumours which shrouded Y/n were always enough to scare someone out of their wits. She was often described as a ghost who disappears into the shadows, blends in with the crowd and masquerades herself as anyone, then strikes when you think you are safe. She became anyone, a local grocery store worker, a waitress, a prostitute. She manipulated people to get what she wanted, then killed then. She camouflaged herself in the crowd and went unnoticed. Because of this, she was dubbed “The Chameleon ”. Y/n fed off of this respect. The fact that when her name was mentioned, people would visibly shiver. She didn’t care if she was called a monster. As long as she got praise and the respect that she deserved.

The 6 boys got out of the car and made their way towards the dark warehouse. Kenma knocked on the door, 6  rhythmic knocks, before the large sliding door slide open with a crash. Kai welcomed the group in, hesitating when he saw the 6 foot blond. Apprehensively, he let him in. The warehouse smelled like marijuana and alcohol. Y/n noticed that Lev and Yaku had yet to return. As the group entered the building, people from all angles yelled out in greeting to the group.

“Hey Chameleon! Did you kill anyone yet?” Yelled Yamamoto, along with other calls to the group such as, “Hey Owl!” (Referring to Bokuto and his strength, or his hair. No one has ever been brave enough to ask), or “Raven, I need your help on this assignment!” (Akaashi was dub this for his intellect. This man is smart). Other voices called for “The Hyena” (Kuroo was named this for his hyena like laugh that you would hear right before he killed you) and “The Caracal” (Kenma got this name thanks to his crazy kill methods. That man can be unhinged. Just take away his switch and get ready to die).

Y/n walked through the warehouse soaking in every word, but not replying to any. Right now she didn’t want to be the happy, friendly Y/n. Right now she had business to do. She kicked open a metal door which lead to a large office. The office wasn’t fancy, but inside sat the bosses of Nekoma and Fukurodani. As Y/n walked in, followed closely by the boys, keeping Atsumu behind them, she swiftly slammed the door shut with a loud bang.

The two old men looked up at her and the boys before their eyes landed on Atsumu. They looked surprised to say the least.

“L/n, why did you bring him here? Now were have to kill him.” Said the first old man, Nekomata. He was a carefree old man who was often smiling. Despite his appearance, Y/n knew that he could kill someone in less that a second.

“Nekomata, he is part of the Inarizaki family. If we killed him then they would be after you. So instead I propose we keep him here until his leg heals, then we make the trade with Inarizaki. They get back their man-child, and we get they alliance. Doesn’t that just sound wonderful? Akaashi and Kenma help me think of this.” Y/n asked, speaking in her sweetest, most convincing voice. She knew the last part was a lie. Kenma didn’t care about what happened to Atsumu, and Akaashi didn’t want to keep him around any longer than necessary. You just hoped he didn’t realize.

“Well L/n,” spoke the other old man, Yamiji, “I think its a good idea, except your safe house was destroyed because he was there. And how will we convince them to come, without an attack?”

“Well that’s simple, we can stay in the hotel in the city. The five of us can stay there with Atsumu. And I can take care of an arrangement.” Y/n said slyly. “I will even give you sometime to consider it. It is so much more beneficial to return him than to just kill him. Don’t you think?” She finished, leaving the room, with the boys, close behind her.

After about 10 minutes, both Nekomata and Yamiji stepped out of their office. Everyone in the warehouse, even the wasted men in the corner, stood up, as a sign of respect. Y/n had a more friendly relationship with the two men, and all parties were much more informal with each other.

“Y/n, we will let you go. Make sure that you trade him off in 3 weeks or else we will kill him.” Said Yamiji. “But, it is under the conditioned that the hotel he doesn’t get injured. We will send him off unharmed.” He finished, still staring at Atsumu.

After Yamiji’s speech, the warehouse burst into talk and gossip. “Can you believe the Ferocious Five have another assignment?” Or even “Why are the Ferocious Five getting such an easy assignment? They just have to make sure the dude doesn’t get hurt”. The group walked quickly to the store room. Inside there was the wall of guns and a separate wall for knifes. The drawers under the display of other weapon are held devises which were only common in spy movies. Y/n took multiple knife and hid them on her body. Two for each boot, one in each sleeve, and another on her ankle. She also took a tube of lipstick and a small jar of pills. Y/n loved the lipstick. If it got into your blood stream, it would kill you in a few hours. It would start to seep your energy within minutes, and then it would kill you. She also went to the hidden closet and grab different clothes. She grabbed a formal dress and a cute little picnic dress. She also grabbed a long coat, glasses, a collared shirt, dress pants, jeans and multiple pairs of shoes. But of course she also threw in a pair of loose fitting sweat pants and a sweatshirt. She grabbed a duffle bag and placed the clothes in the bag. She also found a few different purses and bags which she added to her bag.

After she had packed everything she needed, she regrouped with the boys. Kenma was fiddling with 6 cell phones and his bag rested on his feet. Akaashi was nearby, calling the hotel to book the rooms (He seemed very tense when he was talking on the phone). Bokuto and Kuroo were busy stuffing a bag full of food. Atsumu was staring at the ground, daydreaming about something. Y/n paced towards him, pick up a Polaroid camera on the way. She fisted her hand and punched him in the face. Hard.  As her fit collided with his cheek, he groaned at the contact. A bruise was starting to for on his right cheek in a red mark formed on his face. Atsumu looked at her with a look disbelief while she shook out her fist.

“What the hell was that for? Ya crazy bitch, ya just said that A would be unharmed?” He yelled, while Akaashi in the corner was trying convince the hotel employee that nothing was happening.

“I just needed you to form a bruise, besides you’ll be fine. Now sit down so I can cover it with some makeup” Y/n ordered.

Compliantly, Atsumu sat down, while Y/n grabbed a foundation, concealer and a pallet of nude eyeshadows to help hide the redness of his cheek, and a blush. Carefully, she applied foundation across his face. After blending it, she applied concealer under both of his eyes and on his cheek. The concealer hid the red cheek while giving his skin a flawless sort of look. Next, with a small brush, Y/n altered the colour of the bruise, holding her face uncomfortably close to his. As she move from each product, she became more aware of the closeness. She could feel his breath on her hands as she fixed little parts of his face. As he looked more alive and functional, the more she realized his beauty. His dark eyes focused on hers as she scanned his face for any flaws in the makeup. She had covered his scar on his face, to make him look like any normal person. His skin looked clear and hydrated, and his cheeks were slightly blushed. Perfect. He was perfect and ready to go.

Together they stood up, Atsumu a little slower and more clumsy, and walked towards the door. Kenma handed everyone a cell phone, each person's number already entered in. Akaashi grabbed his bag and a bag of medical supplies and placed them in the car. Bokuto then took the rest of the bags and left them in the car (He was upset that Akaashi wouldn’t let him grab his bag too).

Once the group was in the car, Akaashi assigned the room to people. He explained that each room will have two bed. They were all on the different floors, but he would need to check them in.

“Bokuto-san and I will be in room 303, Kenma-san and Kuroo-san will be in room 204, and L/n-san and Miya-san will stay in room 405. Also, we will not be able to switch rooms. I was able to get the last three rooms for the next 3 weeks.” Akaashi explain as he drove the minivan.

The car ride was short then that mornings, once the fields turned to buildings, Bokuto got excited. He knew that the car ride was almost over (He was like a small child after an hour car ride). After another half hour. Akaashi pulled into the parking lot of a large hotel. After grabbing the bags, which Bokuto insisted on doing, the group walked into the hotel, and was greeted by the sitting room. It was a beautiful room. There were exquisite decorations along the walls. On the ceiling there was a beautifully complex chandelier. There were many people in the sitting room, drinking water or talking to each other. Akaashi, confidently walked up to the counter. The group was sitting on a large couch when Akaashi returned. He handed each person a key card for their room.

The group piled into an elevator and slowly got off at their floor. First Kenma and Kuroo got off, then Akaashi and Bokuto. Finally, there was just Y/n and Atsumu. The 30 seconds of the elevator going up were excruciatingly awkward. Neither said a thing, but a few glances were stolen when the other wasn’t looking.

When they got off the elevator, Y/n held both people’s bags as the looked for the door which read 405. When they found the door, Y/n slide the key card into the reader, after shifting all the bags onto one hand. They opened the door, they were met with long windows and a flat screen TV. There was a closet to the right of the door and the bathroom door to the left. There was a small desk against the door and a large glass panel separating the bathroom from the bedroom. In the bedroom, the bed was decorated in white sheets and many throw pillows. But there was a problem in the room. There was only one kind sized bed

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warning: Atsumu is hot, alcohol is mentioned, suicicde scars, implication of suicide,

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What the hell was Akaashi thinking. Why did they get the room with only one bed.

"I am going to kill him. I'm going to kill him." y/n thought as she dragged Miya-san though the hotel. After jamming the "down" button and hopping into the elevator with the 6 foot man behind her, they descended to the third floor. Finding Akaashi's room was easy. It was right next to the elevators. Y/n pounded on the door which lead to room 303. Bokuto opened the door, and Y/n barged in. Anger radiating off of her.

"What the hell 'Kaashi?"

"I don't know L/n-san"

"Why is there only one bed in our room?"

"I don't know L/n-san"

Anger, or maybe frustration, rolled off of Y/n in waves. Only one bed was very inconvenient. She glared at Akaashi as Miya-san and Bokuto entered. Akaashi held her gaze with his uninterested eyes. Goddamit.

"Akaashi-san", Miya-san said, trying to break the tension.

"I honestly thought there would be two beds. We can't switch rooms either. L/n-san and Miya-san need to be as high foo the ground as possible" Akaashi explain. Bokuto was on the bed, with the head and arms hanging off the bed. "So just working something out. You're smart L/n-san" he finished with the slightest smirk, which most, including Y/n, failed to notice.

Y/n was pissed, but maybe it wouldn't be smart to kill Akaashi just yet. Dejectedly, she turned around and left the room, with Miya-san hobbling behind her.

When they reached their room, Y/n walked in, followed by Miya-san, who locked the door and locked the deadbolt.

"Miya-san, we need to establish a bed schedule and rules. We can alternate who will sleep on the bed and the couch, because I don't feel like sharing with you" Y/n said

"Ok"

"And every morning and night we each get an hour in the bathroom to change and shower"

"Ok"

"Good. We are in agreement. You can have the bed first"

Night 1:

Y/n sat outside of the bathroom, on the coach with a blanket and pillow placed next to her. Takeout boxes, which Kuroo brought to their room, sat nearby on the desk. The large glass screen, which looked into the bathroom, was covered with blinds and fog. The coach was next to the large window, giving Y/n a perfect view of the city.

Y/n was scribbling notes in her note book. Her handwriting covered the page. She wished she could write something normal, like her goals or dreams. But nope. She had never been normal. Instead, she wrote about the possible escape route incase of an attack or the location of possible allies who could help. But her notebook was also filled with detailed descriptions of her nightmares. Most days she was lucky if you could get 3 ours of sleep. But then again, that's what a caffeine addition is for.

The sound of water stopped as the shower was turned off. After a few minute, Miya-san walked out with a towel wrapped around his hips. his wet hair was slick against his forehead, and his chest and abs out on display. The glisten of the water made his muscles shine in the light, making him look just so much better. His body was deliciously ripped with toned muscle. "Wait no. Y/n do not think that. He is not good for you. But he is kinda hot."

"So Y/n do you think you could take the stiches out?" The topless man asked as he gently patted the wound dry. Y/n really didn't understand why he insisted on using the crutches. The wound had closed really well, and he honestly didn't need them.

"No need. They should have dissolved already." she replied, not looking up from her notebook. Behind her, Miya-san's jaw was unhinged. He probably didn't know that some stitches could dissolve. What a silly goose. "You also won't need the crutches so maybe just not use them" she added before walking to the bathroom with an oversized hoodie and shorts in hand.

She walked into the bathroom, and locked the door behind her. The mirror which directly faced the door, had completely fogged up, leaving Y/n blind to her own reflection. she placed her clothes on the counter and wiped a small spot on the mirror. Looking back at her, were her own eyes, which may thought were beautiful, but none of them could would see any of the terror she had seen. Of course she also got complements on her skin, even though she really didn't think her skin as that nice. Those who complemented her skin would never feel the hits or slaps or punches she had to endure. Not to mention that her nose and lips were also complimented, because apparently she was beautiful. But those ignorant fools could never understand the stench of alcohol which her father always smelt of or the number of split lips she had because her father got mad at her and decided violence could fix her. But it was ok, because they were compliments, not insults. And Y/n loved compliments. They were always better than insults.

She covered the mirror with a nearby towel. She did not want to see herself. Especially the organized scars on her arms and stomach. She dimmed the lights, just enough so she couldn't see her own body. She stepped into the shower and turned on the water until the water was scathing. She felt her muscles relax as she rinsed her hair and body.

When she was done. She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed another towel and dried off her body and hair. She then pulled her sweater over her head and pulled on the shorts and walked out of the bathroom.

Miya-san was sitting on the bed, wearing grey sweatpants, and watching the news.

"Police have confirmed that the house fire which left 6 people dead was not an accident. If there is any information or tips, please call the number on the screen"

On the screen was drone footage of the burned down house. Miya-san turned off the TV and stared at Y/n.

"Good night Y/n" he said while pulling the covers from the matress.

"Good night Miya-san" Y/n replied turing off the lamp which sat by her head.

"Atsumu"

"Good night Atsumu"

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Haikyuu Boys but as things my brothers have said

Kuroo- *struggling with homework* "Calculate the trajectory of my foot up your ass, bitch"

Sugawara- "Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, and then gaslight again 💅"

Hinata- "Wait, ice cream is supposed to go in the freezer and not the fridge?"

Kageyama- "There's gonna be people there? EWWW"

Terushima- "I'm a slut for Costco pizza"

Bokuto- *pointing to BTS poster* "omg is that Dylan O'Brien??"

Atsumu- *gets kicked in the balls* "OH MY GOD, MY UVULA"

Kenma- "I'm playing animal crossing and this bitch won't get off my island, I'm gonna whack her with my net"

Sakusa- "Shit just hit the fan and life had taco bell"

Tendo- "I'm going to commit arson with a magnifying glass"

Ushijima- "am I feeling emotions? Yes. Do I want to express them? Never"

Oikawa- "damn, look at Ryan Reynolds ass in that frame- no, seriously, LOOK"

Iwaizumi- "if I hit him hard enough over the head, do you think it'll shake his brain back into place? Hopefully it will end our suffering."

(Fun fact I only remember these, because everytime one of my brothers says something funny, I have to write it down in my phone so I remember it.)

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Happy birthday Tsumu & Samu! 🎉🎉🎉

180 personality change.

Ships: suna × f!reader x miya twins

Summery: just y/n being annoying but them finding her cute.

Words: 669

Type: fluff || funny || sfw

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"Go away, you're annoying" suna muttered pushing y/n away who was annoying the hell out of him.

"Aw but I know you love me!" The female teen tease with a smirk on her face as she came closer.

"I know you simp for me" she tiptoe to be closer to his ear "I know you dream of me too and I know what kinda dream is it too- Da'k!"

She whispered into his ear but in the end of the sentence suna put his hand on her mouth shutting her up.

"I swear to God if you say one more thing.. I will choke you to dead" he gave her a death glared but as soon he let go of her mouth..

"Oh yeah?" Y/n stated as her smirk got bigger. Suna knew the next word that's gonna come out of your mouth is gonna be something annoying.

"Choke me like you hate me but you love me~" she sang running around him in a circle, Not caring if others saw it.

And if it weren't already enough before, now everyone was looking at them which was making suna wanted to dig a hole and bury the teen girl alive..

In the corner was the tiwns watching them, Atsumu put his hands on his hip and said "at first I thought she was the cute, shy and innocent type.."

Osamu hemmed in response, both remembering the first time they saw her.

Osamu, Atsumu and suna were on their way to gym but someone bump into Osamu making all the page fall everywhere.

"A-ah.." they all looked down and saw a [h/c] haired girl on the floor picking up the page in a hurry.

"I'm s-sorry" she mumbled not looking at them then she stood up and bow before running away. All of them thought she was quite the shy one... well that was until they get to know her.

Looking at her now it's like her personality did a 180 switch or something.

"She did change a lot" kita said as he joined the twins, Both twins nodded agreeing with him.

"She's quite wild" Osamu said looking at the first year girl who was laughing and annoying his friend.

Atsumu quickly looked at his twin with wide eyes "oi samu! You're simping?" He asked his twin and Osamu's eyes widened as his face turned red from embarrassment?? Orr..

"No!" He defended himself "I didn't want to call her flirty or a pervert so I.." he tiled off, looking away.

"Bro.." Atsumu said with a unreadable face. "Don't give me that look!, You, yourself simp for her!" Osamu Whisper yelled so the others wouldn't hear.

"No I don't-" Atsumu was about to defend himself but got cut off "suree, as your twin I can read you like a book you know?" Now it was This time to go red.

"Okay okay. Don't fight" kita stopped them as both were about to get in to a fight.

"Yo" y/n popped out of nowhere giving all the three of them a jumpscare but Atsumu was the only one who show it.

"HA!" Y/n hold her stomach as she bust out laughing and so did Osamu.

"DON'T LAUGH! BOTH OF YOU!" Atsumu yelled but it didn't effect both of them one bit..

"Wait what happened to your forehead y/n?" Kita changed the subject as he saw her a red mark on her forehead.

Now all the attention was on y/n forehead. She covered it up with her hand as she puff out her cheeks "suna bonk me" she sulked "he's such a meanie!"

"I can hear you" suna said not really looking at her. "THATS BECAUSE I WANT YOU TO. SO YOU CAN FEEL GUILTY FOR HITTING A CUTE GIRL LIKE ME" she yelled as she put her hand on her hips.

Suna ignored her but in the end all of them smiled at her childish behavior "it is cute" they all thought.

Buy me ko-fi please?

Them reacting to you wearing your father's sweater

Warnings: none

Since I wear my dad's things often I thought about what would happen if someone didn't know my sweater is actually not mine but my dad's.

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Kuroo

Man was confused

Like, really confused

There was absolutely no way that was your sweater and that was a fact.

He glared at you for most of the time

Well, not at you, more like at your outfit

You were wearing another man's sweater AND YOU ACTED LIKE IT WAS NORMAL

Kuroo, my man... take a sit and breath

He knew you wouldn't cheat on him, but he couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, one of your friends was making a move on you using the sweater as an excuse

His mind was a mess

You know that moment in SpongeBob where his brain is going on fire and there are little SpongeBob that are trying to save things?

Kuroo's mind in that moment

You almost laughed at him when you saw the face he was making

But he assured you he wasn't making any face. There was absolutely no way he was jealous. Nope. Not one bit

"Kuroo, stop glaring at me"

"I'm not glaring at you"

"Then stop glaring at my sweater"

He didn't respond

To be fair, you actually teased him a little

But in the end you told him

He didn't know how to react

He just said "oh" with an emotionless face and hugged you

Please tell him beforehand or this man's heart will crumble

Atsumu

He glared from afar

Since you were at one of his games he couldn't come and talk to you, but you knew something was wrong when his serve almost broke the receiver's arms

It wasn't going to broke them, but it looked like it

Now. Atsumu wasn't angry

But he thought that if you saw how good he was then maybe you wouldn't broke up with him

How he went to a break up from a sweater only his mind knows

They ended up winning, but he didn't really look pleased

So you went to greet him after he changed

AND MAN ASKED YOU IF YOU STILL LOVED HIM

Like, dude, get a hold of yourself

But apparently you knew what he was talking about

Osamu looked at you like you were some strange alien documentary on discovery Channel. Man was confused by both of you

"It's my dad's"

"What?"

"The sweater. It's my dad's"

Never seen someone lit up so quickly.

He almost killed you from how tight he hugged you

In the end you bought him food to make up for the misunderstanding

Akaashi

Pretty boy knew you liked baggy clothes

But he never saw you weat that sweater before

And he knew you didn't go shopping

Pretty boy remembers a lot and you are part of that lot

He is a calm and collected man so he approaches it immediately and without making a fuss

But he can't help but wonder if it's from another boy

He does feel upset, but he wants to know before judging the situation

Every person should be like this

He approaches you and as you hug him he smells a familiar scent

He isn't sure, but he knew he smelt it before

"Hi love, is the sweater new?"

The smile you have because of this man, I swear

"You noticed. But it's actually my dad's"

He just nods and never talks about it again

But you can se the relief as he relaxs his shoulders

Pretty boy was so worried, please tell him you love him

Miya Atsumu

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Imagine Atsumu came back from a shitty practice. He was upset, annoyed and angry. “Welcome back honey.” You welcomed him. He ignored you and went to shower.

After he showered he entered the room. You were wearing a sexy lingerie. He pounced on you. “Hi to you too daddy.” You giggled. “Gosh I’m so lucky.” He said. You whined as he turned you on all fours and spanked you. He was hard. All he wanted was to fuck you til sunrise. A soft moan left your mouth as he rubbed your clit. He chuckled on how quickly you responded to his touch. You felt how soaking wet you were. It coated his hand on how he played with your nice pussy. He groaned as you wiggled your ass like a bitch in heat. He slammed into you. You yelped, your face fell on the pillow as he pounded you. “ fuck baby..your pussy is so good f’me”. His voice was hypnotizing. You loved how he stuffed you. You felt the veins on his long and girth dick. He saw how your eyes were shut and how you drooled onto the pillow. “My cute slut.” He whispered in your ear. You nodded. He suddenly gripped your hair and yanked you upward. You let him manhandle you. He fucked you hard. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Atsumu hit your G-spot with every thrust. “ Atsumu!!” You released around his cock and squirt making a mess everywhere. A few seconds later he filled you up with his warm thick cum. He made sure not a drop spilled. “s’full daddy.” You spoke as you clenched around him. “ you were so good f’me sweetheart.” he replied with a smile. He appreciated the sex. You wanted him to release his negativity. You knew sex would make it fun and easy. You squirmed as he pulled out and left. Atsumu always makes sure you felt okay and always includes aftercare. He carried you to the bathroom. He bathed you. “Thank you…I feel way better.” he thanked you. You hummed as he scrubbed your body clean. “I love you honey.” as he heard that his eyes sparkled. “I love you too sweetheart.” you couldn’t help but giggled as he rinsed you off and dried you up. “Is it okay if I bath you?” You asked yawning. “You can’t stand and you’re sleepy baby.” You couldn’t deny that. After about an hour. He was done showering, changed, and the bed had new sheets. You two cuddled and drifted to sleep. It’s funny and cute how you both snored.

Papa Atsumu x T/N

Menciona: amor, embarazo, tio osamu, fiesta de cumpleaños

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“ No estás sola. Estoy aquí.” Atsumu  dijo frotándote la espalda. Tu ex te dejó hace 1 mes cuando tenías 4 meses de embarazo. Te dejó a ti y al bebé. Atsumu, tu vecino/mejor amigo ha estado cuidándote. “tengo miedo Atsumu… ¿cómo le voy hacer?” empezaste a llorar. Atsumu siempre ha estado enamorado de ti desde la infancia. Lo conociste cuando ambos tenían 4 años. Te mudaste al vecindario para comenzar un nuevo comienzo con tus padres y hermanos. La forma en que lo conociste fue divertida. Su perro cavó un pozo en la cerca y corrió detrás de ti, solo queriendo el conejito de peluche que sosteníans. Atsumu gritó "¡Detente, perrito!"

Finalmente, el perro los persiguió a ambos y ustedes se cayeron. El perro les dio besos a ambos. Después de ese día tú y los gemelos eran inseparables. 

Cuando nació el bebé, tú y Atsumu estaban saliendo y enamorados, por lo que ambos eligieron llamarla Ayleen Miya. Pasó un año y te casaste con Atsumu. Todos estaban muy felices de que te hayas casado con él y hayas conseguido la vida feliz que siempre has querido y merecidas. 

“Feliz cumpleaños pequeña. Mami y yo te queremos mucho. Vamos a cambiarte para que podamos combinar con mami.” Astumu dijo felizmente. Ayleen dejó escapar un lindo arrullo y pateó al mismo tiempo. Atsumu sacó su teléfono y la grabó. Estaba feliz y llena de energía. Entraste a la habitación y te acercaste. "Atsumu, tenemos que cambiarla. Todos están abajo esperándola". Él le puso su traje lavanda con brillo brillante. Después de que estuvo lista, la llevaste abajo. Atsumu siguió sosteniendo tu cintura. Su tío Osamu la mimó muchísimo y por eso tiene un montón de ropa y juguetes. Él le compró una bonita y elegante casa de muñecas que no podrá usar hasta que probablemente tenga 4 o 5 años.

La noche llegó a su fin y ya estabais todos duchados, cambiados y listos para ir a dormir. La estabas dando ayleen su leche y de pie. Atsumu estaba detrás de ti y te dio un beso en el hombro. "Soy el hombre más afortunado del mundo. Tuve la oportunidad de ser amado por la mujer que amo. Tuve la suerte de estar casado contigo y tener una pequeña hija maravillosa y saludable". Dijo Atsumu. "Tengo suerte de que tu perro me persiguiera y solo quisiera a mi conejito de peluche. No te habría conocido. Bueno, te conocería, pero en realidad no crearía una amistad ni un amor fuerte". Dijiste. "Estoy enamorado de ti t/n. Eres todo lo que he querido y lo tengo ahora". "Estoy enamorado de ti Miya Atsumu. Si quieres podemos tener otro bebé... ¿tal vez 3 más?" dijiste finalmente poniendo a Ayleen a dormir. Atsumu te ayudó a acostar a Ayleen en su cuna. "Sí, eso es perfecto. Quién sabe, tal vez al final terminemos con 5". Dijo Atsumu. Te reíste, apagaste las luces y encendiste la cámara y el audio del bebé. "Vamos a dormir, podemos hablar de tener un bebé en la mañana". dijiste caminando hacia tu habitación con atsumu lista para dormir después de un largo día.

With all this Hunger Games renaissance, this came to mind and I cannot brush it off

Hopefully I’ll manage to properly write this one out