welcome to our tiny corner of the internet!
this blog is 100% for haikyuu-related stuff so if that's not your vibe, then sorry! not really reagardless, we hope that you'll enjoy your time here :)
— about
— rules
— tags
— main masterlist
↳ includes: original works + recs + requests
— requests: closed until further notice!
PLEASE DO NOT SPAM LIKE!! but reblogs are appreciated :)
**all the art/photos used on our blog DO NOT BELONG TO US. credits to the owner(s) :)
I just thought for fics in which sakusa/atsumu(or maybe of your choice) feeling guilty after a fight with reader is very patient and understanding(such a green flag for him). Its quite rare to see reader who have those traits soo i would to see ones in your writing! I hope its not a hassle
≪ back to fics masterlist
miya atsumu x f!reader, sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader
a/n: GIRLLLLL you know i’m all for this typa angst ✋😌 OF COURSE i’ll gladly write for atsumu and sakusa cuz those two are 🤌🏻🤌🏻 anyway thank you for requesting bae it's not a hassle at all :) HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!
cw: angst, hurt/comfort, timeskip spoilers, one mention of killing/suicide? not serious tho. also swearing lol
— MIYA ATSUMU
"That was a shit set, Miya," Sakusa hissed, glaring at his teammate. Panting, he continued, "The hell is up with you today?"
"Nothin', I swear!" Atsumu barked in an effort to defend himself.
Truth was, he was in over his head about the fight he had picked with you that morning. He had said some nasty words to you that he didn't mean and then left for work still upset. He didn't even remember what you had been arguing about, but the crushing guilt that sat on his chest had been suffocating him all day.
He hadn't clocked a single service ace since the practice match had started, and - as Sakusa had so graciously remarked - his sets were absolute shit.
But honestly? He couldn't care less about the match. The only thing on Atsumu's mind was you. He knew he shouldn't have said what he said, yet he did, despite knowing better. And now he couldn't stop thinking about you all by yourself at home. He couldn't stop picturing you curled up on the couch in tears because he knew how much his words had hurt you. All he wanted was to apologise but he was certain you didn't want to see him any time soon.
"Well it's clearly somethin', Tsumu. Your sets are worse than Hinata's," Meian said, earning a screech of protest from the ginger. "Go take a breather, we'll swap you out for now." Clapping his junior on the back, the Jackals' captain called for Barnes. Sighing, Atsumu made his way to the bench and yanked off his compression sleeves.
Plopping down on the bench in the most ungraceful manner possible, he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and hung his head as droplets of sweat fell from his sweat-slicked hair. His left knee was bouncing nervously as he tried to regulate his breathing. He couldn't tell if his laboured breaths were from his physical exertion or the sheer guilt that was devouring him from inside out.
"God, you're so overbearing! Can't ya just leave me alone for one second?!" His own words seemed to be mocking him, sounding like a broken record in his head.
You were the most incredibly caring and patient person he had ever met, yet he threw your care and concern for him back in your face, like it meant nothing. He knew his words would cut deep, and his selfishness and utter refusal to let you have the last say made him stupid enough to actually say it to your face. The worst part was that he didn't even apologise.
His leg bounced more and more nervously under him, and his mind was going into overdrive worrying about you. Sitting up, he turned and reached for his duffel bag on the bleachers two rows up. Fishing for his phone, he dug it out from his bag to see absolutely zero notifications from you.
Feeling the knot in his heart twist even tighter, he unlocked his phone and stared at your contact, his trembling finger hovering over the call button. Do I call her? Text her? Is she okay? Does she even want anything to do with me anymore? Fuck, does she wanna break up with me? She's not gonna leave me, right? Right? He could feel himself becoming delirious with worry.
"Fuck it," he muttered to himself, throwing his compression sleeves and water bottle into his duffel. He grabbed his shoe bag before yelling to his captain, "I gotta go, urgent matter!" he sprinted out of the gym.
Slamming his car door shut, he sat in the driver's seat and stared at his phone again. It was nearly lunch time and you'd normally text him and tell him about how your day was going, or hop onto Facetime to "have lunch together". He always found that cute.
He couldn't risk losing all that with you.
Driving to your favourite takeout place, he ordered a bunch of your favourite food and hopped back into his car with his arms full. And as he drove back to your shared apartment, he prayed for you to just spare him a glance. He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms and whisper a thousand apologies. He swore he'd understand if you didn't wanna see him, and he didn't care about being forgiven, he just wanted to apologise and make it up to you.
And apologise he did, because since then, he had never ever fucked up like that again.
— SAKUSA KIYOOMI
"Oh you fucked up, Omi-kun. Big time."
The curly haired man sighed as he downed another glass of sake. He was squeezed into one of the booths at Onigiri Miya while the infinitely more annoying Miya sat across from him, casually popping his brother's freshly rolled rice balls in his mouth.
"I know, Miya. I-" he slammed the glass on the table. Sighing heavily, he continued, "She wouldn’t even get angry at me. And I acted like a fucking high schooler, ignoring her an- and getting angry at her. She definitely doesn't wanna see me right now. I’m such a fucking jerk."
"You know Tsumu did the same thing a couple weeks ago, right?" Osamu said, coming by with a cleaning towel to wipe up the crumbs on the table. Then he flicked it at his brother. Atsumu expertly dodged it before shooting his brother a nasty glare.
"Fuck off, asshole… as if you’re so perfect," Atsumu grumbled as Osamu stalked off. Turning to his teammate, he sighed. "He's not wrong, though. Remember that practice match where I couldn't get in a single service ace? Yeah, I fucked up that morning."
"That's why you left halfway," Sakusa hummed, mindlessly tapping a finger on his glass. Atsumu nodded.
"Well... what did you do about it?"
"Me? Well, I fucking grovelled. I prayed to every god that she would listen and that she wouldn't leave me. That she'd hear me out at the very least and see how sorry I was. Don't tell 'Samu, but I even got on my knees at one point. Been a changed man since," Atsumu stated proudly, leaning back in his seat with his arms behind his head.
Sakusa rolled his eyes, rubbing his temples. "Changed man, my ass. You're still an insufferable prick."
"Maybe. But I'm not the one who fucked up and ran away tonight," Atsumu said, looking at Sakusa pointedly.
As much as he hated to admit it, Atsumu was right. Sakusa had run away after the argument - if you could even call it that.
He was scheduled for an interview that day and the interviewer was an absolute douchebag, picking on him about every little detail in his life, most of which wasn't even related to the brand Sakusa was endorsing. This resulted in him leaving the media building pissed. Even his PR manager opted not to say anything on the way out. Smart one he is. Sakusa figured his mood would lighten up before he got home but it only got worse, which was how he ended up taking it out on you the moment you asked about his day.
He knew his words cut deep, yet he chose to leave the apartment "for a breather". Until he himself with a bottle of sake and his favourite pair of twins at Onigiri Miya.
Unlike Atsumu, Sakusa had absolutely no idea why he had said what he said - the words just fell out of his mouth. Then he panicked and left.
Fucking coward, he berated himself. How could he just leave you after saying that?
Then again… how could he face you?
He wasn't sure if his body was heating up from all the alcohol or from his guilt. You had never once raised your voice, let alone lost your temper with him, but he lashed out at you out of nowhere.
Truthfully, he was ashamed that he let you see that side of him. That ugly, selfish, short-tempered side that no one but his parents had ever witnessed. He really only wanted to give you the best version of himself, and he had messed it all up.
Maybe it was a sign from the heavens - or just pure karma biting him in the ass - but he suddenly recalled the first time he saw you cry. It was before you started dating, you had just gotten dumped and he had, unfortunately for him, a massive crush on you. Typical fell-in-love-with-my-best-friend kinda thing, you know?
He remembered how his heart twisted and contorted as he watched you cry yours out over an incompetent scumbag. He still felt that same pain whenever he saw you cry.
He remembered holding you close and stroking your hair, promising himself he'd never be the reason for your tears. And one thing he very distinctly remembered telling you was that he'd kill anyone - anyone - who ever made you cry like that.
So when he stepped into your shared apartment and saw your figure curled up on the couch, he realised the person he'd have to kill was himself.
“let’s keep this between the two of us” + miya osamu <3
Osamu x f!Reader, Exes to lovers but angst, implied reader x Suna, implied infidelity/cheating (can y’all hear Jo crying)
"Hey."
You turned around to see him, Miya Osamu, his pretty face illuminated by the pool lights in his backyard. You were seated on one of the pool chairs, getting some air from the party going on in the Miyas' house.
"Hey to you, too. Happy birthday," you greeted back as he took a seat next to you on the long chair. He leaned his elbows against his knees, exhaling a soft but audible sigh.
"Getting some air?" he asked, turning his soft gaze towards you.
"Yeah. You?"
He nodded in response before taking a deep breath and sitting up straight. His shoulder was nearly touching yours, but you didn't remember him sitting this close to you. Not since months ago. You could faintly smell his cologne, noticing the darting of his eyes as he fiddled with his fingers.
"I... Forget it, I shouldn't-" he started, standing up to leave but you reached out to grab his hand. He stopped and stared at you for a few hard seconds, before looking down at your hand wrapped around his wrist.
The ache in your heart could no longer be ignored. You missed him, and you would be willing to bet that he missed you just as much, if not more.
Even two months after your mutual break-up, with the both of you agreeing that it was for the best, you still found yourself reminiscing about the things you used to do together, the feelings you felt when you were with him.
You didn't know what overtook you in that moment, but you guided his palm to rest on your waist as your other hand reached up to pull him in by the collar.
His grey eyes widened in shock as the distance between your lips and his shortened by the millisecond.
The next thing you knew, you were both rendered breathless from the kiss.
A blizzard of butterflies was flurrying in your stomach. A million thoughts were running through your mind. You looked up at him to see his eyes closed, long lashes brushing his cheek. His eyes fluttered open and you felt your own heart palpitate as you gazed deeply into those eyes that you missed so, so much. You felt his heart beating rapidly beneath your palm.
He looked as if he was going to say something, before ripping himself away from you, and muttering an apology and something that sounded like "Suna should never hear of this".
"Let's keep this between the two of us, then. No one has to know." You caught yourself blurting out, suddenly reminded of your boyfriend who was in the house just several metres away. He was probably too caught up in the flurry of music and partying to realise that his best friend and girlfriend were missing.
Osamu was breathing heavily. He couldn't do this to himself. He couldn't do this to Suna. Yet he found himself giving you one last kiss on your forehead.
You heard two words leave his lips as he pulled away. The same two words he said two months ago.
"I'm sorry."
You didn't register his form turning away and slowly walking further and further away from you. You didn't notice the heavy tears that threatened to spill over onto his cheeks as he pulled away from you, nor your own tears flowing down your face. But you definitely noticed how he had left you all alone and cold that winter’s night.
they like you back but this is just how i imagine them reacting right after you admit you like them
≪ back to fics masterlist
the NORMAL ones who’d just blush and admit that they like you too (with varying thought processes tho)
↳ suga and yaku on a good day, yamaguchi after a minor panic attack (tbh he doesn't know if it’s a panic attack or if his heart is beating so fast because of you), ennoshita, kenma, aone, kita, ginjima, komori
the ones who would panic immediately. like their brains would short-circuit trying to process what you had just said. like what do you mean, you like them? YOU like THEM??? the first thing out of his mouth is “N-NOW?!” like no shit, sherlock 😐
↳ asahi, tanaka, noya, hinata, lev, kogane, bokuto, tendō but he’s calm first then he’ll be like ‘eh? … EH??’, goshiki
the ones who CANNOT comprehend 1. what you’d just said, and 2. why anyone would like them romantically (the poor boy’s a lil insecure sometimes, okay?) so the first thing he says is “why??” with the most incredulous look on his face (except ushijima)
the ones who would ask “are you sick?” WITH ZERO HESITATION like, he’s in denial okay ✋ of course you’d get his protective and caring side out, and he doesn’t even understand what you said. i mean he does…? but again, he doesn’t believe it. yet. and yeah, he’s genuinely worried that you’d said that because you were high or something LOL
↳ daichi, tsukishima but he’s like judging you kinda, akaashi The Overthinker ™️, iwaizumi 100%, matsukawa but he'd probably say it in a joking way while he tries to process the thought of you actually liking him, kindaichi, semi, yamagata, kita
the ones who would freeze and believe it for a second before convincing himself that you’re joking. also follows up with "who paid you to say that?" with all the skepticism in the world. it's not that he doesn’t trust you, he’s just in denial 🤧
↳ suga and yaku on an unhinged day, shirabu, suna (he thinks atsumu’s pulling a cruel prank on him), osamu (also thinks it’s atsumu), aran, hanamaki and iwaizumi (they both think it’s oikawa)
the mfs who go "well, i can't fault you for having exquisite taste" or some egotistical shit like that, ALSO with zero hesitation. like sir puh-lease ✋ knock ur ego down a notch, you’re not all’at (he is, tho)
↳ kuroo, oikawa, futakuchi, MIYA FUCKING ATSUMU
a/n: idk why but in my mind i just group suga and yaku together because they just give me rlly similar vibes (except suga is a lil more cray cray) and yes the two of them def have hinged and unhinged days but anyway i churned this out at 1am so excuse the half assedness of this one, i hope it was somewhat entertaining! i tried to be funny okay 🤧
a/n: this has been sitting in the drafts for months because i was so lazy to format everything nicely but here it is lol hope u enjoyy
cw: humour, lil bit of fluff
hinata, yamaguchi, oikawa (the first victims tbh)
WOULD BE THE ONES GETTING DRAGGED IN AHHAHAHA like they'd try to push you in but you'll be able to turn it against him so easily that he'll be the one flailing in the water within seconds
kuroo, bokuto, tanaka, terushima
would bridal carry you and instead of dropping or throwing you in he'd jump in with you so you can't even try to wiggle out of his arms he just canonballs straight into the water LOL
noya, suga, tendo, hanamaki
would successfully push you into the water before jumping in himself so you can't even get revenge by pulling him in or splashing water on him 😭
atsumu, kindaichi, lev
would get uno reversed AHHAHA like he would think that he and his friends are planning to push you in but the plan was to push him in all long 😂 let us observe a moment of silence as he did not take his phone and airpods out of his pocket.
asahi, daichi, ennoshita, akaashi, kita, iwaizumi, yaku (AKA ALL THE HQ GENTLEMEN)
you would have to BEG them to push or throw you in because he couldn't bear to do it unless you really really wanted him to :,) he just doesn't wanna do anything that would make you even the tiniest bit uncomfortable HE'S SUCH A GENTLEMAN JKAHSKJDHKDJF
kageyama, ushijima, osamu, matsukawa
doesn't get why anyone would wanna push someone into the pool or be pushed into the pool but either his or your friends would be able to convince him to throw you in (as long as they know you don't mind ofc)
tsukki, sakusa, kenma, suna
are nowhere NEAR the water 😂 tsukki does NOT want to get splashed ; sakusa would never willingly be within 10 feet of a "pool full of idiots and water-borne diseases" ; kenma would not risk his game console getting wet ; suna would not risk getting his phone wet from filming all the stupidity going on near the pool
bonus headcanons!
hinata and kageyama would be racing each other into the pool
kuroo would try to drag tsukki and kenma into the water with the help of bokuto and surprisingly, akaashi too HAHAHA
noya would pull your leg underwater to scare you and then drag you down to give you a hug or a kiss underwater to surprise you 🤭
