They are the type of boyfriends who would sing all the soft pop songs from the bottom of their heart and dance around excitedly. They would also make sure you also feel equally excited. Party, party, party every single minute. When the clock strikes midnight, they would lift you up bridal style and twirl around, yelling a “Happy New Year, baby!!”
— Kuroo, Bokuto, Nishinoya, Hinata, Atsumu, Tanaka, Oikawa, Tendou
They prefer a bit calm and simple, with the pastries baked at home by them or get it from a cute bakery in the corner of the town. Would cuddle up against you, play a cliche rom-com movie or disney movie. They would have a slight pout as to how you were the first one to wish them but would absolutely melt when they see your sweet little face with the widest smile and kiss you softly.
— Kiyoomi, Kita, Daichi, Asahi, Akaashi, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Ushijima, Yaku
They are dragged to a club for new year’s party by you and pretend to hate it when you and everyone else know that he secretly enjoys being with you even if it’s a social gathering. They seem to have a neutral expression or show out a bit of annoyance. Of course they won’t let you go out of their sight, has his hand on the small of your back and would never let anyone come near you or the glass you’re holding. They would mentally rehearse a small note, thanking you for being there with him and supporting him as always, in s heart fluttering manner. You guys would end up with your drunk ass being flirty with him, making his face red while he struggles to carry you to the bed. He’d help you fresh up, give a glass of warm water, and a small kiss on your forehead so you won’t make fun of it the next day as you are too drunk to remember. All of these just before sleeping.
— Tsukki, Suna, Semi, Kyoutani, Issei, Hanamaki, Kenma, Lev, Ennoshita
Belated New Year’s post y’all…Hope you guys enjoyed and had lots of fun!!! ✨
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Imagine being friends with your crush and him getting jealous whenever you mention someone you find mildly attractive. "R/n looked so good today!"
"mhm" your crush responded without looking up from the game on his phone (like he usually does). "You looked so sexy today! Don't you agree, C/n?" You asked the question to catch him in not paying attention to you. And again, without looking up, he replies, "yep, I bet he did." And you caught him, "HAH! I knew you weren't listening!" And with that he finally looked up.
"What did you say again, I wasn't really paying attention?" You look at him with a look of disbelief as if he really just said that "well, that's what I'm wondering - why aren't you paying attention?" He stares at you with a look of incredulity, "Seriously?! You're really that oblivious?! Jesus Christ! Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t enjoy hearing about the people you like because I have a crush on you...”? When you hear him say this you don’t know what to think or do, so you do the only thing you can think to do. You run, you run away to where your other friends are, and you drop to the ground. You ignore your friends’ questions of if you’re ok or not – because you’re not. You just ran away from the person that you have a crush on – BECAUSE HE LIKES YOU BACK!! You don’t know whether to be mad at yourself or sad for him. Because if you were in his place and he ran away from you, you’d be asking yourself if it was really that horrible of a thought to date you.
As you were about to go back to him and explain why you ran off the bell signaling the end of lunch went off. And you thought to yourself “well, missed opportunity, but I have him in one of my classes, so I’ll tell him then – if he wants to talk to me.”
You had texted him 5 minutes before your last class ended and when you saw him in the class you have with him you tried talking to him, but he ignored you, and his friends gave you sullen expressions. You weren’t gonna be able to talk to him today. So that night you tried texting him (not really expecting him to answer but doing it in case.) And the next day you tried finding him at lunch again but instead of him sitting at his usual spot waiting for you he was sitting at a table with some people you didn’t think he even knew.
You walked up to him, tapped him on the shoulder “hey, can we talk somewhere?” He gave you an irritated look and said, “why? I don’t have anything to say to you.” You sighed, “Please, C/n, just hear me out and if you don’t care then you never have to speak to me again.” He exhaled and said a simple “fine let’s go.” He picked up his stuff and you went outside for a little bit more privacy of a sort. You both stop walking and before you can think of what to say he comes out with, “Ok, go on, you wanted me out here to talk, so talk, explain yourself.” You take in a deep breath and let it out before you say, “ok, so, I know it was a dick move to run away after you said you liked me, but I ran because I’ve never had a person I like, like me back. It caught me off guard a little.” You look at the ground and sway on your feet a little. You’re a little taken aback when you feel his hand on your chin and lifting your head. You meet his eyes and the two of you lean in and share a kiss. When you pull away, he says “It’s nice to know you ran because you like me, but that was also a sixth-grade thing to do.” You both laugh as you lightly shove his shoulder, “I said I was sorry, isn’t that enough?"
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“only you, babe.” ─ miya atsumu
summary: sweet, comforting kisses with atsumu really might be your downfall.
ft. miya atsumu x reader
w/c: 1.5k
a/n: I know I said my debut into writing for haikyuu!! would be for ceci’s love&war collab… but after enduring my hardest day in finals season, I couldn’t help but indulge with this!
“C’mere, you,” Atsumu pulls against you needily, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and resting his head against the crook of your neck. Giggling at his cute actions, you bring a hand up to ruffle through his blonde hair as he presses his head into your neck.
“A-Atsumu,” you protest slightly, rolling your head to the side as he buries his face there. Placing languid, wet kisses against the column of your neck, Atsumu curls his body around you to press against your back. They’re sweet kisses, lazy as his lips drag along your skin, planting kiss after kiss until your skin feels tingly from his touch.
“Hm?” Atsumu hums against you, softly turning you around and pressing you against the counter. His arms cage you in, a blissful look on his face as he gazes down at you. Arms cradling you, Atsumu holds you against him tenderly, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.
“What’s gotten into you?” you ponder softly, smiling back at him as your hand cradles his face. Your heart melts as your boyfriend leans into your touch, closing his eyes as a happy sigh falls from his lips.
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Atsumu × gn!reader; wc: 1.4K; comfort vibezzzz
A/n: I don't exactly love it cuz it ain't funny but sometimes bitches like me need men like miya atsumu to cry because he's so in love w me okay????
"'M just not good at goodbyes!" Atsumu laughs as he wrestles you onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.
"What about the day you have to say goodbye to me?" The apartment becomes eerily silent at that, the only sound you can hear is that of the ticking clock and the buzz of the cars on the roads going back to their own homes.
"What..?"
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You had gone to the Miyas' for a family dinner today and as usual, one thing led to another, the dinner turned into a “you suck more” debate between the twins.
"Did ya know tsumu cried when he had to bury his pet ladybug?" Osamu had rested his elbow on the table, chopsticks pointing towards Atsumu, which their mother responded to with a slap on Osamu’s elbow.
"I was five," Atsumu groaned.
You had been so far successful in stifling your laughter but you let one snort leave and suddenly you were wheezing out the words, “You cried over a ladybug, tsumu?”
“Y’know what, ‘m an empathetic person. Not ma fault ya were brought up a psychopath- ma!”
“Don’t call yer brother a psychopath, Atsumu.” She scolded him with a surprised tone, “I thought if ya grew up, ya both would’ve developed but no, the only thing ya developed is a new dictionary to insult each other with.” She sighed and got up from the table, collecting the plates.
“Oh, let me help-” You quickly picked up your own plate and took the rest of the plates from her hand.
“No, ya don’t have ta, ‘s fine, dear.” She smiled as she gently took the plates from your hands and worked her way to the kitchen not before shooting Atsumu and Osamu a look, “ ‘specially not when ma own two sons don’ help their poor ol’ ma.”
You chuckled as Atsumu's eyebrows drew in and he turned around in his chair with a bewildered expression, “Yer the one who doesn’ lemme help in the kitchen! How ‘m I at fault here??”
“Yer too dangerous and clumsy to be allowed in the kitchen, Atsumu”
“Yer too dangerous and clumsy to be allowed in the kitchen, Atsumu” Her voice came back almost as soon as he finished his sentence in sync with Osamu’s.
Atsumu silently flailed his arms, pointing back and forth between them while he looked at you, “Do ya see?? This is what I went through all the time. Ma! Yer the one who made samu like this.”
“Please. Yer just sad ma loves me more.”
Your eyes widened as Atsumu's flailing hands fell down and he glared at Osamu, “Baby? Ya know how I said he’s a psychopath?”
You wholeheartedly believed you should not be taking part in their conversation but damnit, you were curious “Yeah..?”
“Samu was the one who stomped on the ladybug.”
The gasp that left you as you turned towards Osamu in a swift motion with eyes as big as his onigiris must've been phenomenal because Osamu felt as if the judiciary turned against him.
“Hear me out-”
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“What d’ya mean?” Atsumu whispers as he looks up from your neck, gulping down the fear that is building up in his throat.
You refuse to meet his eyes as you mumble out the next words, “I don’t think I’d be okay if something were to happen to you.”
“Baby, yer scaring me, what do ya mean ‘the day i have to say goodbye to you’?” He’s sitting up now, pulling you up with him and props you on his lap. His hands are loosely wrapped around your waist but he’s pressing his palms right across your lower back, locking you in his embrace and forcing you to face him.
“I’m not dying, don’t worry.” with a chuckle, you try to lighten the mood but you gasp when you look down from the ceiling and into his eyes to find they’re covered in a sheen of tears.
“Tsumu,” Your hands fly to his face, holding it in your hands firmly, ”hey, I wasn’t being serious, I’m here, I’ll always be here. I’m not leaving.”
But it’s too late, the words have settled in his brain and it has sprouted new thoughts you never want Atsumu to think. You can see on his face, he’s fighting those thoughts away but he’s losing.
“Yer so mean..” He mumbles in a small, wobbly voice as he buries his face into your chest, his hands previously supporting your back now have fistfuls of your sweater bunched in his hands. This time you wrap your arms around him, one hand stroking his back as you lean your head on top of his and the other hand busies itself in his hair.
He sniffles and you feel the ache within your chest before you feel the tears in your eyes.
“I just.. don’t want you to lose yourself, if something were to happen to me, that’s it.” You speak in what you had assumed is a normal comforting voice but your voice is as wobbly as Atsumu.
He bites on your collarbone and states in a hushed voice, “Stop speakin’ like yer dyin’”
“Tsumu. I-” You sigh as you pull yourself back despite him resisting and you see he’s completely crying with his eyes starting to turn red. Your heart clenches at the sight and you feel horrible. “Tsumu, please don’t cry..”
“How can I not cry when y’just talked like ya were gonna die?” Atsumu huffs and his voice starts breaking as the end of his sentence hits him again.
“Atsumu-”
“And then ya were like, when ya havta say goodbye to me-”
“Tsum-”
“And I just got these horrible flashes of me wakin’ up and ya- and yer not there.” He’s sobbing, eyes frantically looking around as new thoughts invade his peace.
“Tsumu. This is what I meant” You bring him in another hug and mutter, hugging his shaking form, “No matter what happens, I want you to keep it together, I don’t want you to lose yours-”
“If I lose ya, then a part of me goes with ya, y/n. Why can’t ya understand that?” Your breath hitches at the way your name sounds in his mouth, so vulnerable yet holding so much power over you and he speaks again after taking in a shaky breath, “ ’m never goin’ to be complete without ya. I don’t know how many times I have to say it but i will everytime you need me to— if there’s no you, there is no me. Please don’ say stuff like that ever again..”
“What if I grow old and die before you?”
“Then there will be two graves dug together.”
You have no idea what is in the atmosphere but you’re damn sure you’re crying now. However, Atsumu has stabilised, his focus inherently on talking to you.
“D’ya…think about stuff like this often?” He’s hesitant with his words because he knows what he’s asking could just tip you over the edge.
You bite your lip and nod, trying to prevent another sob from leaving you. He mutters a soft oh baby, c’mere and hugs you tighter, moving back on the bed where he lays you down and he lays down next to you.
“I..” Atsumu sighs as he lays your head on a pillow and moves your hair away from your eyes, “I don’t know what to say. ‘m not so great with words but I promise ya. No one, and I mean, no one is takin’ ya away from me. Afterlife be damned, I want you with me in this life, sharing moments like these with you.”
You sniffle and wipe your tears away as you feel the stagnant air between you both settle down again, like sand settles down after it rains and it smells like earth; comforting and strong. You see Atsumu roll over onto his side and rummages in the drawer next to his side of the bed,
“I know this isn’t exactly the right time. This definitely isn't the way I planned for this to go because I was waiting for the right moment but-” You see he grunts as he turns back around, facing you with his hand between your faces and in his hand, sits a velvet box. “But every moment with ya feels special so ya can’t blame me.”
His hand pops open the box and you can’t breathe, your hands fly to your mouth. Atsumu’s voice and hands are shaking as he takes out the ring from the box, “ I promise to be there for ya forever, and also I have planned somethin’ w sunarin, so pretend to be shocked tomorrow or else I’ll be gettin’ my ass whooped. But L/n Y/n, will ya be there for me forever and marry me?”
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