Mama Miya strikes again.
skts strangers au

"'M happy fer Samu, Ma. I really am," Atsumu plays with the dessert on his plate with his spoon. "But he's insufferable now tha' he's hitched! Can't have a conversation with the loser without feelin' like shit 'bout my own love life." "Hm," his Ma has her "you don't wanna hear what I have to say about this" face on.

"What?"

And like the godless woman she is, she says "Ya know thas' yer own fault, dear."

"Ma!" Atsumu whines.

Her hands raise up in surrender.

Miya Twins, Osamu is a good dad, Atsumu is a good brother

The twins had always been competitive, that's no secret. So it was only natural that when Osamu had little Kane, the two would jab about who the kid loved more.

It was all fun and games, and it mostly just amused the kid He would giggle at their bickering, and oscillate in who he wanted to hug first when asked.

But today was different.

Kane was upset with Osamu. Really, truly upset.

And in the fashion of any four-year-old who didn't know better, he hurt his dad back.

"Ya want some?"

Kiyoomi jerks his head to look at the guy sitting next to him on the train.

The guy is holding out a half-eaten chocolate bar.

He scowls. "If this is your way of saying I look like shit and probably need that more than you, no thank you." "Wow," the guy pulls the sweet offering back, biting into the chocolate. "Tha' was actually me sayin' yer so hot I'm willing to share my I-had-a-really-bad-fuckin'-day treat with ya. But fuck ya too, I guess."

"Oh," Kiyoomi gives the guy a once over.

ushisakuatsu // fugitives au

"I told you to stop engaging with officials. Goddamit, Atsumu! What is wrong with you?"

"Omi, Wakatoshi is not like that-"

"You don't know what he's like. You should know better than to fucking trust him."

"Kiyoomi!" He pauses at the use of his name. It sounds wrong coming from Atsumu's mouth.

Atsumu takes his hands. "Omi, Wakatoshi said he can get us out of here. For good. Take us away from this mess, so we don't have to hide anymore."

"Atsumu," Kiyoomi's headache gets worse by the second.

"If we get caught I'm blaming you" but make them pirates 👀

Osamu should know better.

He really should. This is exactly the type of mess growing up with Atsumu should have prepared him for.

https://twitter.com/spideydust/status/1707572599255908551

Alas, it only takes one pair of puppy eyes and a well-placed hand on his waist to render him stupid.

They were not supposed to be here. They were certainly not supposed to be here with Motoya of all people.

If they were caught it'd be at the price of Osamu and Rintarou's heads.

Happy Birthday #MiyaTwins ✨
// hs era, allergies

The twin's 17th birthday was spent in the hospital.

The memory might have become lighter as they grew older, but it was easily the most stressful day of Osamu's life.

Because you see, he had a plan. Osamu was going to make their dinner, as he did most often than not these days, get them some moshi cake, and make sure Atsumu was in the best of moods.

The next day, he would tell him.

He doesn't even think it will be that hard. Contrary to popular belief, Atsumu isn't stupid.

SunaOsa // cw blood, violence
spooky thought of the day
"kill your darling"

Osamu wakes up from a daze with blood on his hands. He blinks, and shifts his weight from one foot to the other, trying to regain his bearings.

He's standing in his bedroom, facing a wall. All he feels is the stickiness on his hands.

He's afraid to look down, but he doesn't have to. He just knows.

It's still wet.

The more he comes to himself, the more intense the urge to get it off him. He's getting nauseous.

Something's off.

From the moment Kiyoomi finds Atsumu staring out a window, he knows something is not right.

It's unsettling. To see him so still, eyes unfocused, holding a cup of tea too close to his face, letting the steam warm his cheeks.

https://twitter.com/chaotic_kw/status/1707572686115754470

"You're leaving me."

Kiyoomi will blame his half-asleep brain for blurting out the accusation.

It's an insane reach. Just a thought that came straight out.

What they have is still so new, so fragile. He's in a constant state of dwelling between letting himself drift in the

SakuAtsuSuna exes Skts
E | d/s dynamic

"Fix him."

Suna throws Atsumu at a barely awake Kiyoomi, who tries his best not to let them both fall to the ground.

He mostly succeeds, holding onto his doorway and steadying Atsumu with his other hand.

"Suna, what the fuck? It's 1 am." Atsumu sighs and hangs his head in defeat. "Tried tellin' him that."

Suna crosses his arms. "You break it, you fix it." He's glaring at a very confused Kiyoomi.

He thought their breakup was mutual. And fuck, it happened months ago.

Why would Atsumu need fixing now?

MSBY stands for Atsumu-lovers

Atsumu comes into the locker room basically skipping. If he was outside, there would probably be birds singing all around him.

"What's got you in such a good mood, kid?"

The setter grins. "I got a crush!"

Everyone in the locker room freezes. "Is it someone we know?"

"Yep!"

The tension in the room increases, not that Atsumu seems to notice.

"Is it someone on the team?"

Everyone holds their breath.

"Yep!"

/mentions of sex

When the Miya Twins learn the twin gene skips a generation in their family, they're on the verge of tears.

Their Ma explains that she's not a twin, but her mother was one, and the pattern tracks back generations.

"So yer sayin' we won't have baby twins?" 🥺 Mama Miya is not moved.

"I feel like y'all takin' it up the ass would be enough for ya ta know that by now."

"Ma!" Atsumu screeches, at the same time Osamu protests "Hey, I switch sometimes!"

Mama Miya highly doubts that. She's seen her sons' boyfriends.

Osamu who always looks steady, and centered. Osamu who keeps a careful distance from most people.

Osamu who everyone assumes has got his shit together. Osamu who mindlessly shoves his brother away whenever he comes near him.

Osamu who is touch-starved. It isn't a big deal, really.

He knows he looks unapproachable, prefers it that way.

He knows he has to give Atsumu a shove every once in a while, or else he would never be left alone.

He likes being alone.

Most days. But not... all days.

I'm obsessed with Meian learning how to feel things more freely through his bonds with the younger players.

The flavor of "second love, but this time make it right" is SO good.

Like imagine this divorced man seeing all these young couples in the V-league all happy and carefree. Imagine him realizing things about himself, and how he never really got the chance to experience relationships like these young players seem to.

"I envy y'all, ya know." Meian would confess to Atsumu one day. "I see how ya look at each other. Don't think I've ever felt that."

UshiAtsu

Kiyoomi slaps the thick envelope on Ushijima's chest. "Here. It's on me, so now you have no fucking excuse."

Ushijima frowns, but takes the envelope from him.

"If you two don't have the decency to keep it quiet, the very least you can do is go somewhere else." Ushijima is still looking confused, but Kiyoomi is too worked up to care. "I just want some peace and quiet for one fucking night. What's in there is enough to cover any nice hotel in the city."

He doesn't care their team is around to hear it. They brought this on themselves.

ushiatsu

"Atsumu?"

It takes him a few seconds, but Atsumu manages to drag his eyes from a spot on the wall he's been staring at for who knows how long. He finally settles them on the man who spoke. "Wakatoshi? How long have ya been here?"

Wakatoshi frowns. "I haven't left." Atsumu looks around the locker room he'd assumed was empty. Huh.

"Are you alright, Atsumu?"

It's Atsumu's turn to frown. His brain seems to be lagging, still stuck in drifting mode.

How long has /he/ been standing there?

He blinks, his eyes feeling oddly dry.

"I'm gonna die."

"You're not going to die."

"Am too. Yer gonna be a widow."

Kiyoomi sighs. "We're not married. Also, not a woman."

"See! So ya agree with the part that 'm gonna die." Kiyoomi takes another deep breath. "You're going to be fine."

"Nuh-uh."

He was dating a child.

"Atsumu, he's a person. Being a celebrity does not make him divine by any means, and you will not burn to death just by looking at him."

meiatsu // soft

He was giggling. The man on his bed was giggling.

Meian couldn't make sense of the sight.

He was glad there was no one around to call him out on it, but he was sure he looked ridiculous, looking at this gorgeous man like he'd never seen anything like it before. But he couldn't help it.

His mouth wouldn't close, his eyes stuck in a state of bewilderment.

His hand was still loosely on top of Atsumu's hips, forgotten, losing its grip with all of the man's wiggling.

They had been facing each other, now Atsumu's torso was facing up.

emails between Designer! Atsumu and Account Manager! Kiyoomi

From: Sakusa, K
Mon, 12:19pm
RE: extended deadline?????

Fine. You can have until Friday morning. But if they're not in my inbox by then, I'll be having your balls for breakfast. From: Miya, A
Mon, 12:20pm
RE: extended deadline?????

you are the best thing to ever happen to me omi. i will give you my firstborn. i will BIRTH your firstborn. and however many babies you want after that.

SakuAtsuIwaOi

Atsumu couldn't stop thinking about it. He knew he was not the only one.

He made eye contact with Oikawa again, for a millisecond, before they both had flushed cheeks and turned away from each other.

They've been doing this all night. If their partners noticed, they didn't bother acknowledging it. Somehow it made the whole thing ten times hotter.

All it took was one comment. One harmless (was it though?) comment and both setters turned into this mess.

Atsumu was only grateful it all happened after the match.

"Omi!"

The sheer excitement in that greeting would never fail to warm Kiyoomi's heart. It helps ease the tension on his shoulders, and reminds him that he made the right choice, all those moons ago.

"Hello, Atsumu."

The human smiles at him and it takes Kiyoomi's breath away. "It's been a while, ya know," Kiyoomi knows. "Was starting to think ya wouldn't come back."

No God could keep him away if they tried.

"I keep my promises, Atsumu."

The human's eyes shine with affection, and just a hint of relief that Kiyoomi chooses to ignore.

skts // crack, implied degradation kink

What if, in a soulmate AU where you can feel whatever your soulmate is feeling, Barista! Kiyoomi is pretty sure he knows who his soulmate is.

To put it to test, he has the brilliant idea to be a jerk to them to try to feel their reaction. He gets his confirmation, but not remotely in the way he expects.

He figures if he acts like a true asshole to the cute blond that makes his heart beat a little faster every day, the guy might feel offended. Maybe disappointed. Or he would just outright be an asshole back.