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I really like Tears of Themis, but I’m not going to temper my anger around the politics in this game.

 Secret of the Tombs, is literally cultural appropriation the event. That’s nothing new, lots of media does it, but for a game that preaches about justice, and yet everyone is this event, is pale skinned? Give me a break. This game, who went out of their way to research interesting tidbits about the culture, created beautiful costumes, backgrounds and art for this event, somehow never encountered a person with a skin tone darker than the shade of paper in their research? That’s deliberate racism. I’m not going to defend a billionaire dollar company, that takes someone else’s culture, commodifies it to make it aesthetically pleasing and palatable for their audience, but then offer no representation in return.

 For that police officer Yehya, with that Arabic name, I can roll my eyes but essentially move on because they probably want to use that model as a reusable sprite, even though it wouldn’t be hard to create, even just a tanned sprite. But, those chibi characters when you’re exploring? Ones that are clearly meant to represent the locals given their clothing? Those, are event exclusive character models. They made those chibis with this event in mind and they made them all white (Egypt doesn’t have a racially homogenous population, so there should be a mix of varying skin tones!).

 Honestly, it’s RRG pt.1 all over again and that shit’s tiring. As a woman of colour and an avid lover of the romance genre, it’s tiring. It’s frustrating to see this kind of treatment where dark-skin is constantly associated with ‘foreignness’ and is a deviation from a white normative. I love the male leads, I love this game but I’m angry with it. Just because your initial audience might not have been aware of a certain problem in your game, does not make it any more acceptable nor is that a valid justification to continue to perpetuate that problem once you’ve been notified of it (AKA RACISM). If you’re going to transpose your game to a global server, then you have to consider the ramifications it will have on an international audience and you can’t be surprised when people get upset at you for it.

 I’m not attacking anyone’s moral compass here, you can still enjoy the game, after all, this event is just only one out of many other events Tears of Themis has in store. But this game is white washing, and I don’t want to give them a pass when they’re a multimillionaire company that I know can do better. So, maybe when a survey comes around, or if you have two minutes to spare to take it to customer service, tell them this event is racist.

i feel like, there has been some misconceptions about atsumu and i’d like to give my two cents before heading into atsumuweek if ya’ll don’t mind.

atsumu, is an asshole. This is an indisputable fact in canon lore, legends say that not even a toilet can contain all the shit he spews out.

But, he is not a misogynist. He’s not that kind of asshole.

Atsumu is an indiscriminate asshole, he’s an unpleasant person to be around to EVERYONE.

It’s not that he doesn’t respect women, he just doesn’t respect anyone, cause he’s an asshole.

When he says, “you squealing pigs,” to those two fangirls, no.1, this is a gender neutral insult, there’s no derogatory language generally aimed towards women here (so good job atsumu??) and no.2, he’s saying it because he’s a self entitled asshole and had it been anyone else (unfortunately, the fanboys don’t want to look gay so i think they generally keep quiet but), he would have still looked at them as if they were his next murder victim regardless.

Atsumu is an asshole, because he knows that he’s just that good. It doesn’t exempt him from being a decent person, but from his point of view, why should he have to pretend to be humble when he knows he’s top shit? That’s what makes him interesting as a character.

If you’ve got game, regardless of gender, he’ll show you his respect. Otherwise, he’s a goddamn brat and you should love osamu instead but that’s just my opinion. So before you form yours, read the manga or wait for the second cour (which has been delayed i’m crying) or better yet, just love osamu, he’s a decent person who’s not an asshole that can cook and is too good for all our thirsty asses combined.

(although i admit with guilt that i would wife up timeskip atsumu)

AWWWHH, THANK YOU!! uwu

Atsumu would probably only ever bring you over to his place to play games because he aint getting any action with that bunk bed. I feel like Atsumu’s not really sweet and soft in the conventional sense since he’s the type to get embarrassed about being really honest since he’s a brat but I tried my best!

Miya Atsumu x Fem! Reader

ENDEARING.

“You’re a goddamn leech, you’re here because we can’t have sex at your place thanks to that bloody bunk bed so you came crawling over here to have it instead, right?”

 “I didn’t even say anything yet!” Atsumu squawked adamantly but you only regarded him with suspicion.

 “You don’t have to, it’s written all over your horny face that you’re up to no good.”

 “How mean! I just wanted a sleepover!”

 You narrowed your eyes. “…Is that codename for ‘I just wanted to sleep with you… naked with our genitals touching?’”

 “ARRRGHH! I can think about things other than sex ya know?!”

 For a moment, you paused. Atsumu sighed in relief, happy that you finally seemed to have gotten it—

 “Then I’ll have to arrest you for the falsification of identity and murder of the local asshole, Miya Atsumu. AKA, my sexually insatiable boyfriend.”

 “Why do you treat me this way?” Atsumu deadpanned at you, visibly unamused with a hint of devastation on the side as you bit back a grin… very poorly since Atsumu could clearly see your fucking pearly white teeth stretching across your smile as you snickered.

 “Come on, it’s just the norm to tease you ‘Tsumu, otherwise your head will get too big. I bully you in the most endearing way possible,” you say playfully as you went on your tip toes, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a firm hug. Atsumu pouted, grumbling into your shoulder before picking you up to which you let out a small squeal as he spun you around. Even after putting you down, he growled, giving your ear a playful nip only to have his face be swatted away by your hand as you pulled away, ignoring his whines.

 “Well, come in love, and close the door,” you had said before briskly walking away. Atsumu pouted at the mischievous gleam in your eye but obliged to your request, shoes off and following you in like an excited puppy. He saw you make a beeline to the kitchen stove and with an idle hum, he hugged you from behind and nestled his chin into your shoulder to peer over your work.

 “Whatcha doin’?” he murmured into your neck, watching you with a lazy eye.

 “I was making myself noodles before you came! I suppose I can share some with you though. So, what’s up, how come you’re here?” you ask him, feeling him sigh contently, the rumble reverberating in his chest could be felt on your back as you grinned. Still, you glanced back at the bag he held with a suspicious look.

 “What, can’t I just come here ta spend some time with my girlfriend?” he laughed through his words, bright and twinkly before a sneaky grin formed on his lips. “My precious girlfriend who wouldn’t mind if I slept over since her parents are out?”

 You stopped your stirring to look at him with a blank expression.

 “I knew you were just here for sex.”

 Atsumu gawked, recoiling his head back in a fashion that reminded you of an affronted rooster. Well, with his hair garishly blinding you the way it did, a rooster might be the perfect way to describe Atsumu anyway. But then again, he was probably more of a peacock. But, that’s obviously just a euphemism for a pretty dick.

 “I’m not here just for sex…” Atsumu trailed off guiltily before he snuggled into you some more. “I wanna be with you too… and ya know ya love me [Name]~ ya want the same thing, righ’?” he teased impishly, a dopey grin kittenishly spreading across his lips as you rolled your eyes.

 “Yeah, yeah, I do love you, you asshole.”

 Atsumu’s breath hitched and you felt him lift his chin—awwh, he was so warm—from your shoulder. You blinked in confusion to see a stunned and slightly dishevelled looking Atsumu gape back at you.

 “R-really?” he gasped, a hopeful glint in his eye.

 You frowned at him for a moment before realising that, that had been the first time you’ve ever associated ‘love’ with Atsumu. Atsumu couldn’t help the grin that crept to his lips as he watched your face slowly turn pink to red before you huffed, returning back to your cooking, now angrily flustered.

 “Awww, babe, yer so embarrassing~” he smirked like the cunning fox he is, trying to wrap his arms around your waist again as he cackled. “You must be sooooo embarrassed~” he sung a little too joyfully like a bratty school boy as you snarled.

 “Fuck you, why do I have to be the one to do everything first huh? I asked you out first, kissed you first, now saying that first,” you rambled as Atsumu raised a lazy brow with a cruel smile.

 “Finished first?”

 The glare you offered him was so witheringly heartbreaking, it was enough to reduce a grown convicted murderer to tears. Hell, it might have even been enough to scare Kita-senpai.

 “Get the fuck out.”

 Atsumu despaired, shivering at your low voice—he was both a little scared and aroused—as you turned your back on him. When he tried to reach you again, you promptly back handed his nose and he groaned, doubling over.

 “You’ve lost hugging privileges. Leave.”

 “N-no, [Name]-chan, come on! I’m joking—ACK! [Name]-chan, please! Come on, I’ll be good!” Atsumu cried out in the midst of your surprisingly well aimed attacks at his face using your backhand alone while still expertly cooking at the same time. You chuffed, before grimacing to hear his pleading tone. Goddammit, Atsumu begging is something that no mere mortal can ignore.

 “Fine, fine! Go set up a goddamn movie and don’t fucking touch me!” you commanded harshly in which Atsumu responds with a mocking salute before rushing off to your living room, not hearing the, “dammit I’m so weak,” you whispered under your breath, berating your heart for giving in so easily to his antics.

 By the time you had finished your noodles, with some other toppings and a fried egg, you made your way to the couch, already knowing that your boyfriend’s probably put on some cheesy American action film. Rolling your eyes, you glowered at Atsumu who sported a lazy grin and tried doing the sexy lying down pose as he lay on his side, his feet stretching across the couch with his arm propping his head up. You narrowed your eyes dangerously before harshly pinching the thin skin by Atsumu’s ankle. He yowled, instinctively pulling up his legs as your malicious cackles filled the air before you squeezed yourself into the corner of the couch at a considerable distance from Atsumu. Atsumu pouted before he basically threw himself over you, roughly wrapping his arms around your waist and laying his head on your arm.

 “Wow, clingy. I thought I was sooooo embarrassing,” you say scathingly, ignoring his whines in favour of eating your delicious noodles.

 “[Name]-chan! Come on, don’t be like that, I didn’t mean it!” he cried out but seeing you train your eyes on the screen only made him grimace before looking away sheepishly, digging his head into your shoulder. “I… I had another fight with ‘Samu.”

 You raised a brow carefully before shaking your head. “Were you hoping I’d take your side and say, ‘You’re right ‘Tsumu! Osamu’s a dummy head that’s always unreasonable and stupid.’ Hm?” you ask mockingly.

 Atsumu winced before huffing. “No, course not. We always get over it anyways, I just…” Atsumu trailed off before he tucked his head into the crook of your neck. “Yer just, warm, and soft to cuddle, that’s all.”

 For a moment you didn’t say anything and Atsumu was worried that you still might be mad when he felt a soft pressure on top of his head and smiled seeing you continue eating with your head gently placed on his. He inhaled your scent contently although unsurprisingly you just smelt like noodles. Its rare moments like this that Atsumu finds himself appreciating the most. You’re always so blunt and honest, that’s why any time you do anything intimate, he knows you always mean it, it always feels special coming from you.

 “I know you mean well but by calling me soft, but please leave my goddamn chub alone.”

 Until you ruin it.

 Atsumu blinked for a moment before he started laughing—although it sounded more like a hyena cackle than anything, the bastard wouldn’t stop—until he doubled over, clutching his stomach. You glared at him, greatly unamused, his snickering still continuing as he grinned at you mischievously, tears at his eyes.

 “Whaaaat? Chub just makes you squishy and all people are squishy!” he offered, still wheezing in between his breaths as your scowl hardened.

 “You’re not squishy!” you announced furiously, jabbing him in the chest to which he feigned pain by clutching the spot with his hands, as if you had stabbed him. “You’re made of muscle! Hard muscle!”

 “Yeah, but you’re squishy where it counts…” he slurred, low and sensuous, a lazy smirk on his face as his eyes sauntered down to your—

 “SUBTLE, REAL SUBTLE, GET OFF MY DAMN COUCH.”

 Atsumu didn’t even register you putting your noodles on the table before promptly shoving him off the couch, his world spinning on its axis. In a fit of panic, Atsumu latched onto the first thing he could which—unfortunately happened to be you. You let out a shriek as Atsumu pulled you down to the floor with him, the wind getting knocked out of you as you groaned.

 When you lifted your head, you found yourself on Atsumu’s chest, a gleeful smirk and a smouldering gaze drinking you in as you felt his hands cradle your lower back. You deadpanned while he settled for that husky chuckle of his.

 “You’re a menace. I hate you.”

 “In the most endearing way possible?”

 You glanced back to see his cheeky smile and you couldn’t help but mirror it as you snorted as he used your own words against you. You stared at him closely for a moment before mumbling so that only he could hear, “Did you want to talk about your fight or nah?”

 He hummed for a moment. “Nah, this… this is enough.”

 You both laid there on the floor, holding each other for a little while, barely watching the movie as you felt Atsumu’s steady heartbeat continue a rhythmic thrum beneath your ear. You took a deep breath before grabbing his shoulders and pulled yourself closer to him so you were nose to nose. He raised a curious brow at you smiled a smile filled with sugar and honey.

 “I love you Atsumu.”

 Atsumu blinked slowly, replaying the words over and over in his mind, your conviction stunning him into silence. You watched with a hint of amusement to see his face turn from pink to red as a small frown slowly began to contort on his face, as if to ask if you were making fun of him. When you continued to stare at him with your burning adoration, he ducked his head almost shyly and in a quick movement, he had quickly pecked your lips before turning his head to the side as a poor attempt to hide his face from your gaze.

 “Love you too,” he murmured under his breath, barely audible and you couldn’t help the grin as he pouted after a moment, whining, “Come on~ let’s get back to the movie!” although it didn’t hide the way his voice cracked just a little. He clammed up, embarrassed. You smirked.

 Oh?

 “Hmm, don’t wanna.” You slowly pushed yourself to your hands and knees as Atsumu looked up at you in shock, a little nervous smile on his lips.

 “Eh? You wanna top or somethin’ [Name]?” he asked coolly, however his eyes betrayed him, suddenly on high alert as you hovered over him dangerously.

 “I’m just not in the mood for TV when I could be showing you just how much I love you,” you whisper into his ear with dulcet tones as you watched it turn red. Atsumu, now a little flustered from your forward approach—although definitely turned on—he felt himself swallow his saliva, unable to alleviate the sexual tension in the air.

 “E-eh? Ya wanna do it on the floor—AH!”

 Atsumu was cut off by a rather airy moan when your lips suddenly started sucking on his neck, a rather sensitive spot for him which you always worked at relentlessly. Before Atsumu could really enjoy it though, you pulled away too quickly, leaving your hickey unfinished as you scrunched up your nose before hanging your tongue out in disgust.

 “Never mind, I’m turned off, you taste like sweat. I’d rather go back to noodles.”

 Atsumu spluttered on the spot, both embarrassed and infuriated as you jumped back onto the couch, gleefully taking up your noodles before you resumed eating. “Weren’t you the one that wanted to get back to the movie?” you asked with a teasing lilt in your sing song voice, your eyes twinkling with mischief as he reddened ever further.

 “Y-you–! That’s–!” he stammered, unable to stop gawking at you as you patted the spot beside you, suddenly ‘invested’ in the movie. He pouted angrily, fuming as he sat by your side, roughly wrapping an arm around your shoulders, the other latching onto waist as he glared at you, waiting for you to notice him.

 When you didn’t give him the attention he wanted, he huffed and petulantly ate your next forkful of noodles, never breaking eye contact with you as your lips quirked up in amusement. He had to admit, the noodles were good as he greedily swallowed them down. He blinked in surprise when he felt you give his jaw a quick peck as you snuggled deeper into his side, leaning your head on his shoulder.

 “I hate you,” he spat childishly, seeing that his attempts to infuriate you did not work at all.

 “In the most endearing way?” you asked playfully.

 He sighed before digging his cheek into your hair with a lazy smile, squeezing you just a little tighter.

No worries! Realistically, as much as I’d like Atsumu to dedicate an entire weekend, he’d still give a good portion of it to volleyball cause that’s just how he is. In any case, I still hope you enjoy the scenario I did, that explored the ‘lonely’ part and ‘spending time together’ part in equal portions.

Miya Atsumu x Fem! Reader

WHAT I’M HERE FOR.

Although dating Atsumu was certainly a thrilling endeavour, it also happened to be a rather lonely one.

Miya Atsumu was something akin to the illustrious ‘Forbidden Fruit.’

He was a scorching red that disrupted the serenity and tranquillity of the garden. He was a pulsating, bleeding crimson heart that tantalised you from afar. He was alluring and he knew it. He burned everyone that he touched and yet he’d draw them in all the same. He was searing, he was like scalding water. If you got too close, not only would he evade you but he’d manage to singe you in the process.

Being with him was like a lucid dream.

He was elusive, too elusive.

A relationship with him was not quite the romantic comedy you had asked for. Being second to volleyball is something that was both bitter on the tongue yet mesmerising on the eyes. Atsumu’s passion, however scorching, never failed to ignite something that was reminiscent to childish glee inside of you. He brought it out of everyone. From his opponents, his teammates, the crowd, it didn’t matter, but Atsumu was what they meant when they say:

You can’t look away.

Finishing your club activities, you looked longingly at the gym and sighed as you offered a small smile to your friends who were waiting up ahead. Inarizaki was a prestigious school, one that took great pride in their sporting, particularly well known for their volleyball team. As such, their practice always extended until the skies were coloured with purple sunsets and stars.

[5:32 PM]

hey~ you free to hang out this weekend tsumu? theres a festival nearby which might be fun to go to!

[5:40 PM]

sorry babe

captains makin all the practices longer cause of nationals

- 3 -

dunno if ill be able to

[5:42 PM]

all g! you better do well then, if you get knocked out of the first round of nationals I’ll kill you

[5:45 PM]

come on babe, its me we’re talkin bout here~

;))))

breaks bout to end so ill text ya later

thnx for bein chill babe~

You couldn’t help but sigh as you let your phone fall from your vision to your side before roughly shoving it into the depths of your pockets. Your group of friends eyed you warily.

“[Name]-chan, if he never spends that much time with you, is there really a point being with him?”

It was a question your friends often asked. Never out of malice, but always out of genuine curiosity and concern whenever they see you look at your phone solemnly. Unfortunately, you’ve asked yourself that question a few times too.

It was almost unbearable, like being put on a diet. He was the taste of all chocolates, candies and lollipops that you’d snack on but was always hidden away, as if his enjoyment was a ‘one time’ thing per week. You hated the fact that it felt like your relationship was just like those candies, stowed away on the top shelf, only to come whenever he felt like it. He was tumultuous and exciting but he left you feeling cold for he always went away too soon.

It’s not as if you didn’t get it. He loved volleyball, it was his passion, it was his world and that was completely okay. You knew all that and yet… it always felt as if you clung onto the relationship a bit tighter than he did.

Even so, you had always answered that question with a shaky, but determined ‘yes.’

“I don’t really know. Nationals are coming up though so it’s natural that he’d be extra busy, he’s practicing hard so, I really can’t blame him for that, you know?”

Now, you weren’t so sure.

You smiled through the cracks on your teeth as you all continued on your way.

~*~

“Ouch.”

“ACK–!”

Atsumu choked out a strangled scream as his bottle flew out of his hands before he eventually caught it in a hurried motion saving it from plummeting to the ground, turning to give his most withering glare he could muster to the source of his near death experience before deadpanning to find an identical deadpan boring into him. Osamu, being completely immune to Atsumu’s glares only shrugged nonchalantly as he made a gesture to fill his own bottle by the taps before glancing casually up at his fuming brother.

“That sure doesn’t sound too good ta me ‘Tsumu.”

Atsumu had gone to fill his bottle at the drink taps just outside the gym but he had stumbled on the conversation you had been having with your friends by accident. Osamu had apparently followed and thought it was necessary to almost completely blow his cover by nearly shocking him into a seizure. Atsumu’s scowl deepened in spite of the guilt and concern gnawing his mind as he harrumphed angrily.

“It’s none of ya damn business ‘Samu!” he retorted stubbornly, looking away so that his brother couldn’t see the distress on his face.

Osamu snorted. Even if he couldn’t see his brother’s face, he (unfortunately) had sixteen years of experience to document Atsumu’s irrational behaviours and idiosyncrasies tucked away in a rather large folder in his mind. Osamu’s not too happy about that folder occupying as large of a space as it did but he definitely didn’t want to see it get bigger by adding a ‘heartbroken ‘tsumu’ subheading.

“If I were you bro, I’d do something about it. Last thing I want is ta deal with yer crying ass and ya eating my pudding to ease ya through the inevitable break up.”

Atsumu stilled at that word: ‘breakup.’

He didn’t think that you guys were broken, nor did it feel as if you guys were losing your feelings. Atsumu was a man of the highest calibre. He never half-assed anything and he held the same standard for everyone he was acquainted with. It was often the decider if people hated or liked him.

For you, it was a decider that you loved him. He was sure of it.

Atsumu furrowed his brows in determination. He was a man that pushed things to the limits and he most certainly did not settle for mediocrity. Whatever it is, he was going to make sure you’d both get through it.

“Fuck you ‘Samu, ya can keep yer damn pudding, just watch, I’ll—‘SAMU!”

As per usual, Osamu had left Atsumu in the middle of his epiphany. Seriously, who does that bastard think he is!?

~*~

Since you had nothing better to do, you decided to get a start on studying on the Saturday, not that you were too happy about having to spend another weekend alone.

Your solitude, however, was sourly interrupted by rapid banging on your door. Aggravated to have your rare ounce of motivation disrupted, you flung open the door with a bit more force than necessary only to be met with your boyfriend, still sweaty from practice.

“[Name]-chan!? What’re ya doing, hurry up and get ready, we have a festival to catch don’t we?” Atsumu gasped out, perhaps on a small adrenaline high after practice. You were a little taken back by his enthusiasm before you narrowed your eyes.

“I thought you couldn’t make it? You can’t just come here expecting me to hang out with you just because you’re suddenly up for it ‘Tsumu,” you say slowly, wincing to hear your words come out a little more scathing than what you’re used to. It’s not as if you had anything planned for the day but you couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed that he’d act as if he could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

Atsumu’s eyes flashed momentarily with guilt and he chewed the inside of his cheek before he ducked his head, looking up at you with his burning caramel eyes. “I know but, couldya give me a chance to make it up ta ya? Please [Name]-chan~” he whined pathetically, dramatically clapping his hands in front of his face as he screwed his eyes shut, pouting. You sighed, not finding the heart to ever deny him, you swore you would one day build up immunity to his puppy pouts.

“Fine, fine, just let me get dressed properly.”

His eyes suddenly snapped open, lighting up with a friendly suggestion on the tip of his tongue—

“Alone asshole.”

He grimaced to have the door slammed in his face… yeah, he probably deserved that.

~*~

“Oh my god, ‘Tsumu, you have to get me that jumbo fox plushy!”

Atsumu couldn’t hide his grin for a moment to see the way your eyes lit up at all the decorations than hung overhead on wires or ornaments on stalls as you cooed and awed at all the different ones. He realised it had been way too long since he got to see you get so excited like this, to see your eyes shimmer like diamonds and your smile crystallise like stalactites. Even if there were lights illuminating the area, he was certain that you had to be the one powering all of them.

“Eh~? Aren’tcha a little too old for plushies?” he teased gently, murmuring in a soft voice that was reserved just for your ears.

You waved him off dismissively, your eyes drawn to the golden fox that reminded you a little too much of your own cunning boyfriend. “Nonsense, you can never be too old for cute things. Besides, you’re a brat and yet I’m still dating you, aren’t I?”

Atsumu’s frowned, adamantly squawking, “I am not a brat you–” he broke himself off for a moment before his lips curled into a sleazy Cheshire grin. “Oh? So you think I’m cute, do you?”

You deadpanned, unamused. “Well you’re not good for much else other than volleyball or being an asshole, are you?”

Atsumu winced, huffing as he crossed his arms over his chest childishly, resisting the urge to further prove your point by puffing out his cheeks. “Mean! Yer so mean [Name]-chan! I finally take you out and this is the thanks I get!? Why am I even dating ya anyway!?”

The words had tactlessly slipped out in a fit of momentum and for a moment, he stiffened, like he wanted to take it back upon realising that the reason why he had done this is because your very relationship was on the brink. He suddenly stumbled over his words, getting flustered as he tried to find the best way to reword it. You blinked curiously, mulling over what could have spurred such a reaction. Briefly, you wondered if he had heard you when you were with your friends… that he had somehow known of your doubts.

“I mean, course I know why I like ya! Yer–!”

You patiently listened to Atsumu as he listed all the little things you do, all the little trivial stuff that you never even noticed about yourself to you. In less than eloquent words, he admired how assertive you were with him, how you always spoke your mind and lately you hadn’t been doing that. He was clearly growing more and more embarrassed at the sheer honesty of it all and with each stumble he made that fractured his swollen pride, it was like he put a Band-Aid on the doubts in your mind.

You suddenly brought his neck down and he lurched before his forehead was pressed to yours as you kissed the corner of his mouth, immediately putting a halt to his rather humiliating spiel of emotions.

“You’re really not good at this whole, emotional honesty thing, are you? No wonder I had to confess first.” You snickered to yourself and Atsumu cringed in chagrin, ready to rebut as his cheeks flared red before you smiled adoringly at him. “Thank you for that and for today ‘Tsumu. I’m sorry that you somehow had to figure out I was having doubts rather than me just being up front about it. But, I love you ‘Tsumu, I really do.”

You grinned, your nose brushing against his as the two of you stood in the middle of the path. People were probably staring at you but neither of you particularly cared as you beamed at him, watching his ears turn a shade darker.

“This, you, are exactly what I signed up for when I asked you out. I love your passion for volleyball, I find it hilarious that you can be an absolute dick to everyone but you can’t even properly admit to yourself when you’re genuinely moved. You’re a bit of an idiot and all asshole, but that’s exactly what I’m here for. But, please don’t think I’m being unreasonable when I say I want to see you more. I mean, that’s what relationships are for, to get laid and feel the good stuff you know.”

Atsumu had been stunned into silence, the way his scrutinising eyes laid you bare made you flush but you held your ground confidently. “Heh,” he let out, albeit breathless and trying to cover up his own mortification as he narrowed his eyes playfully. “I thought ‘getting laid’ and ‘feeling the good stuff’ were the same thing.” He laughed when you playfully smacked his chest and although the grin he sported was of the devilish variety, the warmth he held in his smouldering golden eyes was more than enough to express how touched he really was.

“Well,” he growled under his breath as his lips hovered above your ear, drawing you in close by slithering his arms around your waist. “I’d be more than happy ta listen ta any request ya have if ya put it like that.”

He suddenly felt the warmth by his neck stolen away as you slipped out of his hold by bobbing down, his teeth clamping on thin air as he whined to see you duck away from his hold with a sneaky grin.

“You still owe me dunderhead. I want that fox.”

“But ya already got a fox right ‘ere!”

“Hmm, I think I’ve forgotten what makes you the number one setter in the high school prefectures, I think I need a reminder~”

“NOW YER ASKIN’ FOR IT–!”

Even if the two of you were a little embarrassed to openly discuss your feelings all the time, which, more often than not, was disguised under bouts of bickering and teasing, if there’s one thing the two of you knew very well:

You both knew exactly what you were here for…

To get laid and feel the good stuff obviously.

Course you can! I’m pretty short myself so, SHORT GIRLS REPRESENT. I hope you don’t mind, but this crossed over into a boyfriend scenario because, you know, boyfriend Osamu is supreme. 

Miya Osamu x Fem! Short! Reader - 1600+ words

WRAPPED.

Unlike his brother, Osamu was actually a decent person.

Even when he was crushing on you, Osamu was very careful and observant to things that you were particular to and all the other idiosyncrasies you might have.

Being particularly vertically challenged, that was quite unfortunately, a lot.

He found it a particularly visually appealing and rather fucking adorable image to compare you to that of a cat. You hissed a lot, which he always found amusing but he supposed, it was all in fairness as you’d swat away the callous grins of people that tried to use you as an arm rest. You bristled quite a bit too, it reminded him of a cat puffing out their chest or their hairs standing on edge and ready to strike. You’d give people death glares at their incessant and incredibly uncreative puns (which Osamu found was justified as they were all, in fact, quite unoriginal and he could come up with much better if given a chance but refrained for sake of retaining a status where he could be viewed as a candidate for the occupational dream position that is your suitor).

You also spent fifty per cent of your existence puffing your cheeks out because for some reason no one wanted to take you seriously. It was simply ridiculous, just because you were discriminated against in the gene pool concerning the category of height, doesn’t mean you deserve any less respect than anyone else!

As such, in the crushing stage, Osamu was very deliberate to never poke fun of your height, no matter how tempting the urge was but he found himself smiling unconsciously around you anyways because he’s not blind.

You were so incredibly endearing in everything you did, he just couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

Which is why when he saw you sending smiles that seemed to be reserved just for him, or the way your eyes would twinkle when you’d see his larger than life stature in the halls, he finally brought himself to just ‘fuckin’ confess already, yer makin’ me sick with all the mush and smush, it’s embarrassin’ to be seen around ya whenever she’s there!’ as so eloquently put by his pickle headed brother.

But just this once, his brother’s advice was not completely useless, he supposed. You returned his feelings in full and Osamu remembered being so ecstatic that he picked you up and had spun you around before encasing you in fervent hug because finally he could just completely wrap himself around you and not be issued a restraining order afterwards. He remembered you getting quite embarrassed but you still had clung onto him with just as much tenderness anyway. Rarely did Osamu ever lose his composure like that but with how charming you were, your gravitational pull was too strong and all he could do was hopelessly collide with you—any battle against gravity is a futile one after all, you’ll just get send pummelling to the ground. Not that he minded since you were the one doing the pummelling.

Time skip to now, with all those formalities out of the way and the careful tiptoeing no longer applying to him since he held immunity as your boyfriend… he became an insufferable shit.

Osamu was an avid cuddler, and a sleepy one at that.

You’ve lost count of all the times Osamu would use your lap, arms, crook of your neck, sometimes just flat out sitting on you to take a nap because apparently, you were ‘perfect pillow size’.

AKA, you were his personal body pillow.

Apparently he liked how small you felt in his arms, he joked that all your pent up anger made you warm and more inviting to cuddle too.

In fact, he was even doing it right fucking now.

You groaned as you almost lurched into the kotatsu to feel what could have easily been the weight of a bear choosing to hibernate on a boulder (or in this case, your rather small frame) in the midst of you trying to do your physics homework. You huffed, irritated down to the bone as you even felt your neck being pushed down, feeling Osamu’s chin digging into your scalp as he took a casual whiff of your hair (which smelt like mangoes… damn, now he was craving mangoes). Your eye twitched.

“Osamu!” you cried out but your retaliation was met with a melodious hum. You felt yourself getting warmer as he chuckled, the rumble reverberating through his chest and onto your back before he left searing tracks of burns on your neck, brushing your sensitive skin with his nose and warming it with his breath. He settled his chin onto your shoulder, humming contently as he slouched. He was no better than a sloth finding the perfect tree to take a three day nap on. You flushed, your grip getting a little too strong for your pen as it creaked in response. “I’m trying to study here, you’re crushing me!”

Osamu, not minding the fact that he had poured his entire weight on you, yawned playfully as he just buried himself deeper into your burning neck. “Nah, I’m good. You’re pretty warm too,” he added scathingly as you pouted, feeling yourself get hotter, not appreciating this abuse of strength and power.

“Must I be harassed by everyone in my life? Woe is me, I’m being bullied for body constraints that I can’t control,” you moaned melodramatically and Osamu blinked in contemplation. He peered over your shoulder and he supposed he was being an obstruction to your studying. He grimaced, well, he did have you face planted into the kotatsu. While he was rather warm in this position and having your frame fit perfectly in his, almost like Russian dolls, he didn’t actually want to disturb you too much, last thing he wanted was for you to get upset at him.

“Fine, I’ll let go–” he had started, attempting to inch back as the shackles that were his well-built arms unlocked their hold on you and were slowly retracting until—

“Keep your goddamn hands around me or I will kick you out.”

Osamu blinked in surprise to find you tightly clasp your hands around his wrists and roughly crossed them over your stomach again, huffing once more. He couldn’t help laughing at that as you kept puffing like a steam engine. “I just wanted you to lay off so I can sit up straight and not parallel to the table! Didn’t say you had to let go,” you argued adamantly although Osamu could see your cheeks were stained a rosy red and he couldn’t help biting his lip, smiling.

“[Name], if you keep that up, I won’t let go at all,” he whispered lowly into your ear, smiling sensually before he was rudely interrupted by the back of your fingers swatting him away.

“I don’t mind that but stop leaning all your weight on me. My friends do that enough and you’re heavy babe.” As if to prove your point, you playfully slapped his inner thigh to express your annoyance. Osamu blinked absentmindedly at the snare drum sound that had resounded, still feeling the stinging impact of your hand that left lingering heat and anticipation crawling over his skin. “You’re literally a solid block of muscle which is heavy Osamu, I don’t need you giving me back problems this early in life, I’m not furniture just cause I’m short you know.”

Even as you were berating him, Osamu found his pout slowly disappearing. Sometimes he forgot how annoyed you get with these sort of things and although one could simply attribute it to you overreacting, he knew that you really were probably sick of it by now. He didn’t want to add to that. Guiltily he pushed himself straighter up, allowing you to have your back perpendicular to the floor again as you sighed in relief but found Osamu hiding his nose into your shoulder.

“M’sorry. Short jokes are overrated. I just like doing this because you’re warm. If you want, you can use me as a chair,” he mumbled out the offer and immediately you found your heart melting and your internal structures crumbling as you became as flexible as water and the expanse of Osamu’s wonderfully sculpted body was your container. Even though Osamu was tall enough to comfortably use your head as a head rest, he much preferred your shoulder since it was ‘closer’ to you in a way, something that you also appreciated.

“Maybe, and while you are quite comfortable and big enough to be a rather suitable chair, I think you’re closer to a backpack… or extra baggage than anything.” Osamu’s brows furrowed, the lines streaking across his forehead in annoyance, miffed by this statement. However, before he could protest, like a cat waiting to prey on the little mouse that finally decided to come out of its hole in the wall, when he finally brought his face into the open air, out of the comforts of your shoulder, you attacked his nose with a quick and swift kiss. He stiffened in surprise as you grinned cheekily at him.

“I don’t think a chair could ever be as cute or as soft as you Osamu.”

Satisfied with his stunned expression and the peaches of pink on his cheeks, you returned back to physics with an amiable smile that obviously meant you weren’t thinking about physics at all. You snorted to feel Osamu digging his face into your shoulder, letting out some sort of muffled, feral growl but you playfully ignored him and continued your work.

Osamu concluded that once you were done with physics, he’ll have to convert this chair into a bed because there’s no way he’s letting you get away with that one scot-free.

Hey guys~!

So, I actually don’t know how to use Tumblr, AHAHAHAA which is why my entire page is so empty right now lmao.

I’m not a COMPLETE shut in (although the corona virus is admittedly affecting me and my sanity) so it would be really cool during these hard times to interact with anyone who thought it might be a good idea to follow me or like my stuff!

So please, feel free to ask me anything! I may or may not do requests for the Miya Twins (my babies oops i’m whipped) but you are free to take a chance and hopefully you can catch me in a particularly lonely mood (which is all the time now AHAHAHA I’M CRYING) and I might just whip out something quick for ya’ll. This is also an excellent time to turn into a miya twin account with both of them finally animated in sex god forms. HEHE.

I prefer to write fanfics, but I might do headcanons so if you want to request something miya twin related, I’ll try and serve!

In which the Miya Twins learn not to waste your time when they are the ones that asked for help. That, and that their necks are surprisingly quite sensitive. 

(Call it a commemoration for Miya Osamu finally having his character designs introduced, even if it’s the fucking laziest but most beautiful thing I’ve seen all week)

Miya Atsumu x Reader, 1500+ words Miya Osamu x Reader, 1700+ words

(I promise, I love them, almost equally)

Miya Atsumu

“Why do I need ta know Avocado’s number? Unless he’s down to help a brother getting blue balled by his own girlfriend, tell him I’m not interested.”

“It’s Avogadro’s number and for once in your life can you not think with your dick? We’re not here to have sex; I’m here to make you pass your chemistry test so you don’t get another detention for slacking off in class!”

For the past eighteen minutes, you had been using your middle and index finger to rub circles into your temple, a vain attempt to soothe the hammering headache that jabbed your eyelids each time Atsumu opened his mouth.

When your boyfriend had come to your door, ‘begging’ you to help him with chemistry, you found it pleasantly endearing. For all the faults to which Miya Atsumu had—for which there were many—he had unfortunately perfected the art of looking just sheepish enough that it became adorable while still bristling his feathers like a proud peacock that just made you want to pull his chubby cheeks. He was the naughty puppy that still had his ravenous canines punctured in your favourite lita boots with his tail tucked between his legs. He was that one bad kid in every class who fooled around but all the female teachers doted on him anyways because he was charismatic in that childishly infuriating way that made them lower their standards when he finally put in the effort.

Miya Atsumu, put bluntly, is a godforsaken brat.

“[Name]-chan! My chem teacher’s threatenin’ me! He said if I fail one more quiz I’ll have to sit through at least three detentions just, doin’ I don’t know, symbiosis! You gotta help me; you’re my girlfriend, aren’tcha?”

Yet, you somehow fell for this idiot anyway.

Enamoured with his honey-lemon eyes, you decided not to tell him that what you were doing was in fact stoichiometry and symbiosis is actually a biology term. But with the way he had grabbed your shoulders, for an inexperienced lover like yourself, it was more than enough to trigger a visceral reaction that caused some internal organ to clog your throat. His subtle guilt-trip did not go unnoticed but with your brain short-circuiting, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Instead, you had dumbly nodded, cursing your inability to deal with intimacy and members of the opposite sex as you allowed him to barge into your home.

Since he was always practicing, you thought it would be a chance to do something that couples do. Using your infinite knowledge collated from various fanfictions and shoujo manga online, you had constructed a seemingly infallible plan to make the most of your time with Atsumu. It involved having every excuse to stare at him without being teased for it and if anything, you would be in the rare position of the teaser, playfully pointing out his mistakes to which he’d probably pout and whine about before undoubtedly, once you were done, he’d demand a reward. Enter obligatory make out sesh. Which of course, was more than welcome in your book. You were a simple girl and he had cultivated excellently curved muscles from his years of volleyball, sue your transparency.

There was just one chink in your perfectly polished armoured plan.

Atsumu was a brat above all else. A horny one.

Tutoring him was like trying to make caramel for the first time.

At first, you think it’s going well. You’re simmering the white sugar, careful and attentive, determined to make it a success. Yet, as the browning starts to come in from the edges, a funny aroma that was not the scent of sweetness but one of something being grossly burned beyond recovery did you realise just how taxing the job was. Before you knew it, it was like having your kitchen on fire, the ignition source being the abomination that is Miya Atsumu.

As Osamu would say, “His mental age regresses by five years when he’s playing. . . but it plummets by ten when he’s, god forbid it, studyin’.”

If he wasn’t whining, he was trying to stroke your legs with his spider fingers under the kotatsu, creeping up your thigh only to be smacked away by your own hand to which he’d just go back to loudly whining. He had the attention span of a five year old and the attitude of a twelvie that equalled a near migraine for you. Least to say, you were far too annoyed to be turned on now so you had abruptly gotten up in a fit of annoyance, told him you were going to drink some water and left him in the living room.

You sighed, the water only granted a moment’s worth of reprieve as you headed back to the living room to see his honey coloured mop of hair from behind. Your eye twitched when you looked from behind to see him doodling an avant-garde penis on the page. Lovely.

He still hadn’t noticed you peering over his shoulder so you took the chance to admire the back of his head, watching how his hairline faded out from beneath his undercut, the roots of his old hair still left their stain. You wondered if his neck down ever got cold, with the constant exposure and all. The longer you stared, the more you felt your stomach lurch, toying with a lingering thought that just might get you what you wanted after all.

In a swift movement, with your lips gently planted on the supple flesh, beneath his hairline, you caressed the skin tenderly. Your lips quirked upward to hear a squeak from your boyfriend who had shuddered violently, his shoulders shaking as his penis drawing gained an unexpected gradient slope, his pen streaking in a straight line across the page. You chuckled into his neck; nipping at it playfully as your hot breath caused the hairs on his neck to stand up. Pleased with the pinkish hue that spread across the skin like paint, you pulled away as Atsumu snapped his head towards you, moon eyed.

Although you may have burnt the caramel, it looks like you’ve found some hidden strawberries to snack on instead.

You watched the way his pretty blush flourished to his cheeks while he looked visibly affronted by your sneak attack. “Wh-what do ya think yer doin’!?” he spluttered on the spot, his hand flying to his neck as if you had just bitten into it. You wanted to lick your lips at the thought before you narrowed your eyes sternly, trying not to let a wolfish grin slip through the cracks.

“I don’t know about you but personally, I despise wasting time, don’t you ‘Tsumu?”

You drummed your fingers on the kotatsu’s surface, slow and pronounced. His golden eyes zeroed onto them in anticipation. You licked your lips. All these food metaphors made you realise just how starved you are. Atsumu being someone who had always been observant, seemed to pick up on your hunger as well, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, as he glanced up at you from under his lashes, anxious. You turned back to the paper, almost nonchalant, as if you weren’t aware of his clenched fists and tensed thighs.

“Yet, you seem to be taking advantage of my generosity, good boyfriends shouldn’t do that ‘Tsumu. You’re a good boyfriend, aren’tcha?” you drawled lowly, as you started glancing at your nails using your other hand, viciously using his guilt-tripping tactic from before.

Atsumu looked positively famished. His brows twisted up guiltily, that sheepish, puppy look on his face once more. Still, you could see his eyes shining too bright, still thinking that it’d go his way if he played nice. He was a mischievous imp that was a little too used to getting what he wants. You decided you weren’t going to fall for it this time.

“[Name], I didn’t--”

“Oh, but you did,” you sharply interrupted him and he winced. Your heart throbbed and as much as you loved teasing him, you did want this to end with him pinning you to the couch so you smiled softly. “Why don’t we finish studying, yeah? Then you can make it up to me.”

If Atsumu wasn’t getting blue balled before, then he certainly is now. He had no idea how the situation began to drip with sexual undertone but with the unbearable heat coursing through him, he could only nod helplessly, at your mercy. For the remainder of the studying session, while it had become increasingly harder for him to stay focused with his raging hormones going haywire, he clung onto every single word that fell from your mouth like it was a lifeline as the incomprehensible scribbles on the page finally morphed into numbers and words that he could understand.

You grinned victoriously to see the eager look Atsumu would get in his eyes, awaiting your praise and what he thinks is his reward once you had both finally gotten through the content. He really is just like an overzealous, whiny puppy that wants his treat. Well now, this will most certainly result into an exciting night for you, just as you had planned.

You smirked triumphantly.

‘All according to keikaku.’

Miya Osamu

“So, do you know how to use Avogadro’s number?”

“Mm? Avocado?”

You sighed. “No, can’t you stop thinking about food for a second, it’s Avo—Osamu!” you yelped, seeing your boyfriend barely stirring from the nest he’s made with his arms as he blinks blearily at you. The sleep in his eyes quite nearly breaks open every dam with the unparalleled force that is your love and affection and ability to just gush about how adorable this man is for hours and yet, you are forced to restrain yourself. As much as you adore Miya Osamu, he is unfortunately, just as much of an idiot as his brother—yet strangely manages to get within a range of 1 to 5 per cent higher than him on every test.

Osamu lets a little smile slip. “Avosamu? I thought it was Avogadro.”

You offered him a hard glare before deflating into the kotatsu, just like he did. He perked his head up to hear your muffled groans, his lips quirking up at how cute you sound. “Osamuuuu, you need to study for the test tomorrow! It’s worth a third of your grade!” you exclaimed, erupting from the cocoon of your arms to pout at him. Osamu grimaced just a little because every move he made was with restraint as he guiltily looked away.

“I know but m’tired,” he mumbled into his arms, burying his nose into them. “From practice,” he clarified with a grumble that faded out into something roughly incoherent. You had to stop yourself from smiling at his petulant tone of voice as you sighed, shaking your head. He was a kid, just like Atsumu too apparently.

“I know but . . .” you trailed off to see him in a sleeping position. You shook your head, unable to stop your smile this time as you gently raked your fingers through his hair. A sound rumbled from his chest and you snorted, of course only Osamu would be able to do the human equivalent of purring. His face resurfaced from the blanket of his arms as he leaned into your touch, sighing contently. You found your hand devoured by the dishevelled mess that was his hair as you fondly played with his matted grey tresses. Your love for this man warmed your heart beyond words as you could feel yourself relaxing—you blinked.

Wait a minute.

The way you ripped your hand out of his hair was like a splash of cold water to the face as he startled, bewildered by your forceful action as you glowered at him. “You fox!” you hissed. He blinked innocently in return as you shook your head adamantly. “I will not be an accomplice to your illicit sleeping endeavours! Nor the reason why you fail tomorrow’s test and have to stay back to do catch up work! Atsumu and the team would never let you live it down you know!”

You clutched your beating heart with a flush on your cheeks. ‘Ahh, that was close! He’s much more convincing than I thought but I won’t be fooled!’

You offered him another glare before sighing. You’d done that too many times this session you now realised. “Look, I’ll get you some tea, okay? But after that, you have to stay awake! You’ll be in big trouble if I come back and you’re asleep,” you softly reprimanded him although he looked completely unabashed as he nodded.

“Mm’kay.”

You were only gone for five minutes but when you had returned . . . he was definitely in trouble.

You gripped the steaming cup of hot tea by the handle; careful not to brush your knuckles on the actual cup so you don’t burn yourself and spill it like a waterfall. Carefully, you placed the cup of tea out of reach so he doesn’t knock it over before you plopped onto the cushion next to him, pouting. Really, coming over, begging you to help him study, only to fall asleep in front of you, what a tease. . .

“Jeez, I was hoping for some, fun times after we finished up too~” you whined to yourself, letting your chin fall to your fist before a movement other than your own caught you from the corner of your periphery.

You narrowed your eyes. His lashes flickered like a butterfly’s wings, elegant yet silent. Then nothing. You drummed your fingers slowly on the kotatsu’s surface before aptly concluding that your, apparently, asshole boyfriend, was faking his slumber. Your Sleeping Beauty was actually a Beast in disguise so it would appear. You pursed your lips, blowing air from your nose like a puffing, huffing steam train. He wants to play like that, does he?

You swiftly rose out of your seat before standing behind him, your shadow devouring him. You just might too if Osamu doesn’t tread carefully. You eyed his fraying hairline, beneath his undercut. You wondered how sensitive it would have now become, what, with it being constantly exposed to the frigid air all the time. A smile coyly played to your lips, as you hummed kittenishly before leaning down.

Tenderly, you placed your lips to the back of his neck, giving it a quick peck.

You looked up, gauging for a reaction but received none. You smiled daringly. Perhaps your dear boyfriend needs a bit more persuasion. You pressed another kiss into his neck. And another one. Accompanied by another. Before you began peppering his neck in searing kisses, from the roots of his hair to the brim of his collared uniform. You watched in delight as the skin gradually increased in heat while you continued to reap the benefits of your ravenous exploits.

You could feel the skin beneath your lips beginning to tremble but since he still wouldn’t reveal he was awake. . . it might be time to go exploring. You hovered over his ‘sleeping’ frame as both your hands slithered under the arms pillowing his face. They coiled around his waist and you found yourself licking your lips, suddenly feeling rather hungry. You could see him beginning to squirm yet he was adamant not to budge. A wolfish laugh escaped you as you plunged your fingers under his shirt to dance on his stomach before your teeth finally met his skin.

The last thing you heard was a sharp gasp that sounded like absolute heaven before your world turned on its axis. Your back met the ground with a thud and you suddenly realised you couldn’t move. Casually taking a quick glance, you craned your neck to see two calloused fists handcuffing your wrists and pinning them above your head. You looked up to finally see a panting Osamu, glaring at you.

“Oi.”

You blinked.

Osamu was every shade of grey. Every expression, every movement, although a little rough, it was done with minimal effort and restrained. He was always in control and always composed. He was a little slow and sluggish like that, but he could become a dynamic black, cool and confident whenever you pluck just the right strings.

Which is why it was all the more endearing to see a lovely peach pink speckling on his cheeks.

“What,” he breathed out, as if he had just sprinted in a marathon, you could see his torso trembling, “do ya think yer doin’?”

You watched him placidly and couldn’t stop admiring the pretty colour on his cheeks. You wanted to capture it, burn it in your memory until your final breath. You wanted to paint it, to smear the red all over his grey. You licked your lips.

“I told you, didn’t I? That you would be in trouble if I came back to find you sleeping. So pray tell, what were you doing, ‘Samu?” you purred beneath him, a playful smirk crawling to your lips as you felt a pooling sensation bubble in the pit of your stomach.

Osamu’s eyes widened and even though he had overcast a shadow on the both of you, you could tell that his cheeks had darkened. He suddenly looked like a deer caught in headlights and he could no longer meet your gaze. With an agonisingly slow movement, he tentatively released one of your wrists to feel the back of his neck.

“D-did you . . .?” he stammered, not able to bring himself to finish the question.

Picking on what he was insinuating, using your left hand, now free, you roughly grabbed him by the collar before pulling him down. He yelped like a puppy that had lost its footing, as he lurched forward like a tidal wave, almost tumbling over, quickly stamping his free hand to the ground, stopping him from knocking his head into your as you curled your finger under his chin.

“No, I didn’t. I warned you though, right? If you try to fall asleep again when I’m teaching you. . .” you slur, tracing your finger, teasingly let it tap on his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, his eyes now wide awake and focused only on you as you grinned hungrily.

“I’ll decorate your neck with hickies until you’ve got a goddamn necklace of bruises.”

Osamu shuddered as he fell to his elbows, barely holding himself up. Feeling his voice shake, he meekly nodded, trying to hide his arousal as he shakily—but briskly—flew back to the kotatsu, promptly hiding his face from you, just like a mouse.

You bit your lip, grinning wildly at the ceiling which although, was completely uninteresting, was the only excuse you had to not let him see your dorky smile.

‘HOLY SHIT THAT WORKED. Reading all those fanfics and manga finally paid off!’

You can’t let yourself come off as too desperate though. You realised that you had been waving the stick in front of him for too long now, it was time to finally bring out the carrot.

You propped yourself, being deliberately slow as to keep him waiting before you tenderly held onto his shoulder. You could feel him tense you brushed your nose against the lobe of his ear, your wispy breaths dyeing it pink as you whispered:

“When we’re done, I promise, you can eat whatever you want.”

While he didn’t fall asleep and actually got some proper studying in afterwards, perhaps it was him being petty or a vain attempt to gain back some control, he did not offer you his dick but went straight for the fridge to get some pudding. Still, it didn’t change the fact that you were hungry and Osamu found out that night that not only were you quite convincing yourself but you also really liked turning his neck red.

My new obsession is Umbrella Academy and holy shit, I love it so much! Five and Angst go so well together, do they not? I hope you enjoy my reader insert, i’ll uh, come here every once in a while but I wrote this in the spur of the moment and I thought I’d post this SOMEWHERE. I might do more at a later time!

This is my first time posting so if anything’s up, feel free to tell me!

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem! Reader

Warning: Angst

Word Count: 3072

Returning to the present—technically the past but he’s not up for nit-picking the technicalities—while reverting back into a pubescent thirteen year old and simultaneously being on the hunt for the manufacturer who created the prosthetic eye for the person that probably caused the Apocalypse. . . Is a much more taxing task than Number Five had initially anticipated.

 Especially when he kept glancing at a house that was only a few blocks away from his objective.

 His shoulders sagged, not averting his gaze from Meritech as he patiently waited in this shoddy truck for that damn manufacturer to come out. “No, I am not distracted Dolores. I’m just thinking.”

 He took a quick glimpse of his beloved partner. Dolores. The only entity that managed to transcend the paradox of time and space. Never aging, but always beautiful. Despite the amputation of her lower body limbs and an arm (also being marginally bald), he didn’t mind at all. He loved her, nonetheless. She was timeless. Tentatively, he removed his hand from the wheel, gently taking hers in his.

 It felt cold.

 As always.

 He reeled, retreating his hand back to its initial position on the wheel, swallowing hard. He tried to ignore her lifeless gaze. He turned his head to her before looking back at the white building.

 “No, I’m not hiding anything from you Dolores,” Five reassured her once more, looking away almost irritably now. Squeezing the wheel a little harder, he softly relented, “well, they’re not a thing per say, but a person.” Five screwed his eyes shut, ignoring the cruel irony that ruthlessly scraped at his mind, demanding attention. His throat grew drier every time he tried to gulp down a feeling of nausea.

 He looked back at Dolores, sighing. “She’s, an old friend. Before I met you Dolores, she was. . . amusing. Funny. Amicable and whatnot. She was a nice distraction from the insufferable mutations I call family. That’s all she was. . .” he trailed off, as did his mind. Klaus being the nosy druggie he is, had casually mentioned that his old friend had her own house now and slipped her address which just happened to be close to the workplace of the subject of his mission.

 His head snapped up, looking at his partner, aghast by their accusation. “No. NO, I did not like them--” he retorted before looking back up at Meritech, seething. He shook his head, chuckling. “Dolores, I have you, I don’t need them. I--” Five tried again and yet, he found his tongue caught in his throat.

 How. . . How much had you changed?

 Did he even want to know?

 He closed his eyes in defeat, pursing his lips as he surrendered the crown of his head to the rim of the wheel. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. I mean, we were barely friends. She was just, a distraction.” Listening attentively to the silence, Five found his will weakening with each passing second, growling as he threw up his hands angrily. “Fine! You win! I’ll go see her, but if we miss the guy who could potentially lead us to the asshole that started the Apocalypse, you’re in trouble,” Five berated his lifelong companion before he groaned, roughly running his hands through his hair before he shook his head.

 Angrily, he threw open the door and shut it behind him. Hands in pockets, he shook his head sadly once more.

 “This is a really bad idea. Dammit Dolores.”

 Within another second, he found himself in front of a newly furbished doorstep. The vivacity and new paint infected the very air; it made him want to choke. How sickening, new beginnings. He smiled bitterly. Wow, he really is a spiteful old man. Yet, here he was, acting like a scared teenager, palms sweating, throat dry as if he’s anticipating having to meet the angry father of his date. He lifted his head, scolding his cowardice and rapped his knuckles on the door.

 The silence was deafening before he heard the approach of heavy footsteps lugging themselves at a leisurely pace. Each step sounded like gunfire. Before he could will himself to use his spatial jump, the door clacked, the lock now free as the doorknob slowly turned and creaked open. He couldn’t stop the small smile that pulled at his lips, his eyes landing on a pair of white fluffy socks. Fighting the strange increase of gravity, he forced himself to look up and interlocked with a pair of shocked [Eye Colour] eyes.

 His heart stopped.

 His fingers twitched in his pockets, which suddenly felt a lot hotter and smaller, his hands getting sweatier. Is hand claustrophobia a thing?

 He smiled casually.

 “Hey [Name]. It’s been a while, hasn’t it.”

 It was more of an acknowledgement to break the suffocating air around the two of you. The particles were interlaced with unsaid words, lost opportunities and broken wishes. He swallowed it all down, trying not to inhale the fumes of reminiscence that threatened to consume him.

 You looked, cosy.

 It made him want to smile.

 Dishevelled hair that had centuries of knots in those [Hair Colour] strands, deep [Eye Colour] eyes that were still widened with inexplicable shock, lush lips that were opened in an ‘o’ shape. You had casual pyjama shorts and an oversized black top that said, ‘My life’s the joke. *Badum Tss*’ and he tried really hard not to grin as you still looked like you had just witness the dead rise.

 Well technically, if you had come to that conclusion, it wouldn’t be completely implausible since he looked the exact same since you last saw him.

 Of course, your features had sharpened while some of your other bustier assets had, rounded, but overall, you look older, prettier, mature and. . .

 Dammit. Taller.

 “Five. . .?”

 For a moment, Five was certain he had blacked out at the sound of your voice before his vision completely cleared to see your frame getting bigger as you stepped out of the doorway and in front of him. You looked down, still in total disbelief, conflicted by what’s in front of you and years of what you had thought you’d known. Damn, he really wanted to laugh. You looked so goddamn stupid.

 “Hey kid.”

 You furrowed your brows; your head recoiling back as you looked down at him, clearly unimpressed. “Uh, funnily enough, I’m actually the adult here.”

 He smirked. “You know what’s funny? The fact that I beat you by twenty years since I’m currently a fifty eight year old in the body of a thirteen year old.” At that, you frowned, squinting at him with a look of confusion and he felt like laughing. He settled for a little snicker. “Yeah, time travel’s a pain in the ass like that.”

 You ran your hand through your hair, blinking excessively, trying to comprehend something he knew you could never wrap your head around. Still, it was funny watching you try. There was a certain beauty in how silly yet predictable you were.

 “That’s, insane. Completely insane. So, what are you doing here then?”

 That, admittedly, was a little less expected. He figured you’d try harder to understand, interrogate him, try and pry answers of your future. He shrugged, not thinking much of it.

 “Well, that’s nothing I can tell you or, anything I’d expect you to understand but--”

 “No, no! I mean, here.” Five snapped his head up and stared up at you in utter shock. You sheepishly smiled, nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe. “Sorry, should have been more specific, I meant here, at my doorstep.”

 Five felt like he was going into cardiac arrest.

 He couldn’t bring himself to utter a single word.

 Sensing his perplexity, you giggled at his bewildered face. Guiltily, you sighed, your head leaning back and you closed your eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out as, blunt, as it did. It’s just, I don’t know, you seemed so intent on acting like you know everything but the truth is, you don’t know anything about me now. Times have changed. I’m a different person Five.” You slowly opened your eyes, a glossy shine and a sad smile now equipped to your visage of sorrow.

 “I don’t think I could ever know you, Number Five. But if there was anything I had picked up on, it was that you hate wasting time.”

 Five felt the world burning around him. Smog clogged his airways as you smiled sweetly at him.

 “I’m sure that, whatever you’re doing here and now is much more important than I could ever understand. There always was something more important you had to attend to. I accepted that a long time ago. Although I’m not going to lie, I’m ecstatic to see you again, honestly, just seeing you here, alive and well makes me want to cry because, I had no idea why you suddenly disappeared all those years ago.”

 You let out a strangled laugh, a single tear falling down and you wiped it away, still offering your smile, wearing your heart on your sleeve. Five was still trying to recover from the shock and for once, he was at a loss. Speechless. He didn’t know what he should say. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, averting his gaze.

 “[Name], listen, I--”

 “Mommy!”

 Five’s eyes widened and he watched a little monster, no older than heh, five, latch onto your side, giggling uncontrollably before she noticed him. He inhaled deeply, the world shattering around him, the splinters cutting him as she hid behind your pair of, rather nice legs.

 “Who’s that Mommy?” she asked softly.

 Your warm laugh permeated the air and like an infection, a smile lit up on the miniature version of you as you squatted down, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

 “Hey Muffin. This is my friend.” You gestured to him, pausing for a moment with hesitance before you smiled contentedly. “Five Hargreeves.”

 Her eyes lit up like diamonds and Five could see they were just like yours every time he used to use his spatial jumps to show off. Her ragged hair and brilliant grin was just like yours too. Yet, he could see the other components that were used to fill the equation to create the beautiful product that stood before him. His shoulders sagged as she beamed, as if the sun had donated its light to her so she could radiate with its warmth and shine.

 He offered a rue smile in return. You noticed.

 “Hey kid.”

 A bittersweet smile formed on your lips as your daughter waved enthusiastically and introduced herself. She shyly turned to you and whispered something delicately in your ear. You felt the sting in your eyes but you giggled mischievously, cupping your mouth but whispering loud enough to be audible to Five’s ears.

 “I think he’s handsome too.”

 Five gulped, he felt his ears burn as you stood up straight, ruffling your daughter’s hair and booped her nose. “Alright honnie, I need to send him off so I can join you on our movie night!”

 “It’s day time though,” he interjected unhelpfully and you shook your head, grinning cheekily.

 “So~?”

 He shrugged, smiling. “Fair enough.”

 He looked at those smaller [Eye Colour] eyes who stared back at him curiously. She tilted her head. “Hey, Mr. Five, how come you’re named after a number? Do you have any brothers or sisters that are named numbers too?”

 His lips twitched up insincerely. “Yeah, six really stupid ones.”

 “He’s called Five because there’s five annoying things that I hate about him.” You harrumphed, opening an eye playfully, watching him scowl at you. Your daughter giggled, quickly saying her goodbyes before running off squealing.

 He huffed, chortling as he glanced up at you. “She’s a cute kid.” He said honestly.

 “I know.” You said wittingly.

 Five felt helpless under your scrutinising gaze. So much for a nice nostalgic visit. He cleared his throat, saluting you mockingly.

 “Well, I guess that’s my cue to leave.”

 Just as he turned away, he felt a strong grip freeze him solid on the spot. He was forcefully spun around and before he could protest, he was suddenly enveloped in the scent of lavender. It was intoxicating, he trembled, suddenly scared he might collapse under your bone crushing weight, every burden he’s ever caused you suddenly piling onto him. You squeezed him so tight; it made him feel small again, like a real thirteen year old. It felt just like your hugs all the way back then. Too tight.

 Nevertheless, they felt warm.

 As always.

 Then, an icy waterfall thundered in his ears as a gushing ravine was placed between you. He still felt too hot though; he held the urge to pull at his collar and wanted an ice pack for his face. You offered a tired but friendly smile instead.

 You were still the same.

 But everything was different now.

 With that all too familiar smile, you grasped the door like a lifeline, turning your back on him.

 “It was wonderful seeing you again Five. Thank you, for making the time to visit me. I hope that, regardless of what time, space or universe you’re in, you’re happy.”

 You slunk into your house and he just watched as you offered one last sign that made him realise, it was you, you had stolen all of the sun’s radiance first.

 And you passed a bit of your light to everyone you touched.

 “Goodbye Five.”

 “See ya [Last Name].”

 Your door closed with a resounding finality and he stared at the empty spot you had once occupied. Five felt a blistering cold wind in his veins, icing his blood over as he turned around.

 What was he expecting? That you were going to stay stagnant?

 He looked down. In hindsight, he supposed he was too dismissive of you at times. That’s just how he is. He was stupid to think that you wouldn’t do the same. Well, no, you weren’t dismissive of him.

 You just moved on.

 Something he can’t bring himself to do.

 Extra.

 Five sighed, making his way down the street. “Well, that went perfectly.”

 “No kidding! I thought you were going to faint, it was a moving performance though.”

 Five felt the urge to suddenly give up on this wretched world as he turned angrily to his brother who was probably high as balls.

 “How long have you been there?” he spat out with acid in his tone and Klaus shrugged, coming out from behind a swan topiary from the neighbouring house and purred suggestively, several winks following. Five wanted to kill himself and he stalked angrily down the street.

 “Oh hold up! It’s alright; no one should face a broken heart on their own!” Klaus paused shortly to see a glistening knife pointed between his eyes as Five glared, grinning so tightly that his lip split and bled.

 “Drop it Klaus.”

 “Oooh, how scary. You got any rope?” Klaus asked, smiling all the while.

 Five stared at his brother in genuine awe before sighing and lowering the knife. He continued walking back to the truck and his brother followed eagerly in pursuit.

 “You know, if it’s of any consolation, she would have never ended up with you anyway, so you didn’t miss out on anything.”

 Five felt his smile stricken and he growled. “I didn’t ask for your consolation--”

 “Hmm, her first reason could be. . . Ooh! I know! How you always think you’re better than everyone else.” Klaus shrugged, looking about with a carefree expression.

 Five scowled. “I am.”

 “Reason number two, probably the fact that you’re so arrogant, smug and cocky, ugh, but it’s just who you are, you can’t help it!” he says with passion, mocking him. Five then realised that Klaus had heard much more than he initially thought.

 “Three, hmm, toughie. I’d have to say, it’s probably the fact that you proudly parade how everyone is unreliable, untrustworthy or just not worth your time.”

 Five’s eyes widened, a searing guilt igniting in his stomach.

 “Four. . . Hmm, my number! So that means, aha! You’re numb, emotionally constipated. You find more solace in plastic than people. You can never really be honest, can you? Maybe we’re both addicts, we keep coming back to pain. Or maybe that’s more so masochism then?”

 Before Five could retort that he was nothing like Klaus and that he’d kill him if he mentioned Dolores again, his brother turned to him coyly.

 “Darn, I can’t think of a last reason! Do you think it’s something adorable where, even in spite all of that, she still loves you anyway? Awwh, that’d be real sweet.”

 Five stopped dead in his tracks. Klaus giggled in glee. “It’s alright Five, even if no one can love you, I have enough love for the both of us!”

 Five was silent, letting his brother’s words stir in his mind.

 “Say one more word and I will rip out your spinal cord so you can use it as a hookah because, of course, only you would do that.”

 Five coldly brushed past Klaus who stood there, feigning his shock before shrugging, happily trotting behind. “Oooh~ sounds, inventive. You know, I’ve tried a lot of things but I have to say, marrow-juana would have to be a first for me.”

 Five stopped to stare at his brother in a mixture of pity and amusement.

 “You’re an idiot. Although I admit, I’m almost impressed you managed to come up with that on your own and while you’re high.”

 “Aww, thanks! Although your girlfriend’s been waiting for you for a while now, you should be getting back to her shouldn’t you?”

 Five immediately began scowling again before he trudged back to the truck, sour and bitter. Yet, something sad lingered in the air as he watched the asphalt, getting further and further away from your home. He knew who Klaus was really talking about and yet, something stung nonetheless.

 Your home was a place filled with happiness. . . and rightfully, without him in it.

 Life goes on, huh?

 Unfortunately, so do people.

 Damn, how much time did he lose in a wasteland with no one but moulded plastic by his side?