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salsakiyoomi · 24 days

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atsumu thinks he has just seen the most beautiful person ever.

it's crazy, he feels crazy — he's at this stupid party, right? with his teammates and all, celebrating another win and then he sees you.

adorned in this gorgeous red dress, backless and tight around you, highlighting your figure at all the right places — your hair and makeup done with a champagne glass in your hand as you laugh and giggle with one of his acquaintances.

maybe one of his colleagues brought you, or maybe god sent you here for him because damn —

“you're staring.” his friend, kiyoomi, cuts in, giving him a look before he takes a sip from his drink.

“shut up.” he huffs.

“i'm just saying, if you want her so bad, go talk to her.” kiyoomi says, rolling his eyes.

“uhm, no.” atsumu deadpans.

“really now? where did the playboy go?” kiyoomi taunts, clearly enjoying teasing his friend.

“stop.”

“what's the worst that can happen?”

“she could hear me!”

kiyoomi stifles a laugh, “right, that is most definitely the worst case scenario.”

atsumu scowls at him, “fine! you know what? i'm going over there.” he jeers at him, before stomping off.

he watches as the colleague you were talking to walks off and he strides his way over to you.

he takes a deep breath as you notice him and set your eyes on him and he tries not to faint.

he gulps, “hi."

you smile awkwardly, “hello.”

“uhm,” he stammers, jumbling his words, “i-i'm atsumu miya.”

you giggle and it's angelic, “i know.” you hum, “i'm y/n l/n.”

“that's a pretty name!” he blurts out, and swallows.

“thank you?” you say hesitantly, and laugh.

“uh,” where are his words? and gosh, is it hot in here? “i think you're pretty cute.” he says in a hurried sentence and wishes that the earth would crack up and swallow him whole.

you smile and there is a glint in your eyes, “well,” you chuckle “i think you're pretty cute too.”

shit, he can feel his face getting warmer and he can only thank the dim lights for hiding it.

before he can say anything else, “how about i put my number in your phone.” you say, a shy smile on your face “and maybe we can go out sometime?”

“of course!” he says, maybe a little too excitedly but nothing matters right now because he hands you your phone and you indeed do put your number in it.

the conversation ends with the two of you clinking your glasses together and an exchanged ‘cheers.’ before atsumu walks back to where kiyoomi is standing, having watched all of this unfold.

a lovesick smile is on his face, and a lovesick tone as he says,

“i got her number!”

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tvhsleb3ww · 2 months

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EX LOVER! MIYA ATSUMU

miya atsumu as your ex boyfriend headcanons!

ex lover! miya atsumu who hates (or so he claims to) you after you broke up with him because it crushed his soul

ex lover! miya atsumu who puts a black picture as his profile picture on every social media and kept reposting sad tiktoks after the break up

ex lover! miya atsumu who dyed his hair a brighter blonde because you mentioned your dislike towards the color yellow

ex lover! miya atsumu who did the things you hate in order to forget you only for him to curl up into a ball and sob while going through your pictures together (it didn't work)

ex lover! miya atsumu who acts all bright and arrogant only for the façade to fall when someone mentioned your name and before you know it tears are welling up in his eyes

ex lover! miya atsumu who created a fake instagram account to follow you and cursed when he was left on 'requested' for two weeks

ex lover! miya atsumu who sets up a notification for anytime you post a story after you accepted his fake account

ex lover! miya atsumu who rolled his eyes and punched the air when he saw a photo of you and your friends together (there was one guy standing beside you in the photo)

ex lover! miya atsumu who chats your siblings on instagram to know about your current status

ex lover! miya atsumu who went on multiple dates with the mindset to forget you but failed miserably after his mind pointed out every single thing that you did better than the woman he's on a date with in his head

ex lover! miya atsumu who can't get laid on by any women after you because he feels like he's cheating on you even after hugging some other woman

ex lover! miya atsumu who sobbed and wiped his snot while listening to a sad music playlist

ex lover! miya atsumu who stayed single for years after your break up

ex lover! miya atsumu who could've sworn he was ascending to heaven (surprised) after he saw you at a sports event

ex lover! miya atsumu who acted all tough and strong when you tried to make conversation and apologize

ex lover! miya atsumu who scoffed and shrugged at your words but deep down he wants to do nothing more but slam his lips against yours

ex lover! miya atsumu who grabbed your arm after you tried to walk away because he wasn't responding to you

ex lover! miya atsumu who didn't think straight and immediately grabbed your cheeks to slam his lips against yours

ex lover! miya atsumu who was shocked when you kissed him back and wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss

ex lover! miya atsumu who brought you back to his apartment so both of you could release your hidden love in proper ways

ex lover! miya atsumu who's squealing and smiling and kicking his feet when he sees you asleep on his bare chest under the covers with him

ex lover! miya atsumu who pressed a soft kiss on your head and mumbled "don't ever leave me again, baby"

#atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #msby atsumu #atsumu drabbles #miya atsumu x reader

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valeriwa · 10 months

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CALLING THEM PRETTY BOY

pretty, adorable boys :( characters: suna rintaro, akaashi keiji, miya atsumu [gn!reader] cw: petnames, post timeskip request here

SUNA RINTARO

you both were napping on the sofa

it's suna's favorite thing to do after practice - napping, with you <3

you were on top of him when he stirred awake

"hey baby, you awake?" you asked, smiling as suna tried to blink the sleep away from his golden eyes. a lazy grin made his way to his face.

"you gonna get off? i can't breathe." he was just teasing you; he knew that you knew that he liked you on him, he liked the way you felt on him.

"oh, i just wanted to lay with my pretty boy but my bad." you had gotten off of him by this point with your back to him, a shit-eating grin on your face as he processed your statement.

you moved a bit farther but suna's hand shot out to grab your wrist and pull you in. you were standing in between his legs, your back pressed into his face as he wrapped his arms around your torso.

"say that again for me?"

AKAASHI KEIJI

you'd just returned from work when you saw him

akaashi, with an apron, cooking dinner

it was his day off but he's been really busy lately so you assumed you'd order food today

"babe, are you cooking?" you asked, stepping in to the kitchen following the aroma of homemade food. akaashi stopped stirring the pot, turning to look at you.

"hey sweetheart. yeah, i feel bad for being so busy lately, thought i could make it up to you?" he gives you that million-dollar smile, the one that's only reserved for you and you can feel your heart melt.

"of course, you know i'd never hold your work against you." pouting, you slide up next to him, peering into the pot to see what's cooking.

"smell nice?"

"everything you cook smells nice, pretty boy." you hadn't even realized it slipped out and you were already taste-testing the food.

"sweetheart?" you looked to akaashi, his ears and cheeks tinged red as a shy smile took over. it was then when you put two and two together to understand what happened.

"are you getting shy because i called you pretty?" your tone was a little incredulous because you're sure you compliment a lot but obviously not enough.

"you're my pretty boy, keiji. my lovely, pretty boy."

MIYA ATSUMU

it was the end of a match and of course he won

that cocky bastard, and his cocky grin

you were so proud though :')

you rolled your eyes as you wove your way through the crowd. you could imagine his smug grin, but you couldn't wait to see it yourself.

he spotted you and waved you over, the action letting other people know you were coming and parted for you. you smiled as you ran towards him, wearing his jersey.

"that's my pretty boy!" you shout, engulfing him in a hug. you wrapped your arms around him, and he was a bit frozen. noticing he wasn't reciprocating, you leaned back to see his face.

"what happened baby?" you asked, concern washed over your features. his ears were red as he dropped his head onto your shoulder.

"can ya call me that again?"

"call you what?"

"can ya call me yer pretty boy?" your face broke out into a grin as he whispered the request. the blush across his face deepened and he was glad that you couldn't see it.

"of course, my pretty boy. the prettiest."

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hihello-pinky · 4 months

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varsity crush

atsumu miya x afab reader

some fluff, i guess

i originally wanted to write a full fic based on pixie labrador’s song (hence, the title) but somehow i ended up with this drabble. ALSO i know it’s a sapphic song but damn, the first time i listened to it and heard the lyrics about volleyball, haikyuu was my first thought

miya atsumu who has been your classmate since sixth grade; who you always only thought of as osamu’s loudmouth brother who once lent you his jacket when it was cold and you forgot to bring yours.

atsumu who was your partner for cleaning duty at seventh grade; who would almost always miss the task because he made it a habit to rush to the gym after last period.

atsumu who made your heart skip a beat when he passed you a note asking you to the eighth grade dance; who raises an eyebrow at your questioning look and says the note is from osamu.

atsumu who was your seatmate during ninth grade; who would distract you during class with the sound of his pen scraping against his notebook as he sketched volleyball plays.

atsumu who surprises you when he enters the classroom on the first day of tenth grade with his blonde hair; who you couldn’t stop looking at because his lightened hair made him more handsome.

atsumu who, one night, dropped by your grandpa’s convenience store looking for an onigiri; who told you as he reached the counter that he had a fight with osamu and he wanted to give it as a peace offering.

atsumu, who somehow made it a habit to drop by the convenience store after practice to buy energy drinks; who always buy one of those candies displayed at the counter and conveniently “forgets” them, sending you a quick message to just keep it.

atsumu who approached you after class one thursday afternoon in eleventh grade; who shared he needed help in his studies in order to stay in the volleyball club and asked you to tutor him.

atsumu who began sharing a table with you at lunch under the pretense of having more time to discuss about lessons but always made it a point to just talk about random stuff; who in time recruited his brother and suna to your lunch table.

atsumu who lovingly accepts gifts from his fans at your lunch table; who smiles so sweetly at the girls as it makes you inwardly frown, confusing yourself.

atsumu who, at the first month of twelfth grade, excitedly tells you he made captain as he walked you home; who grinned at you as he showed you his jersey and jacket with his last name.

atsumu who became much busier due to volleyball but would always somehow find time in his calendar to stay with you either in a coffee shop or library as you studied for college entrance exams; who would force you to take a break as he snatches the pen from your hand (my old captain, kita, would scold you!)

atsumu who gets surprised once you tell him you’re going with them to the nationals; who teases you for volunteering to cover for the school newspaper; who is actually secretly happy that you’re coming.

atsumu who gives you his jacket before their first game “in case you get cold”; who makes the girls beside you at the bleachers squeal when he smiles at your direction once he sees you wearing his jacket and cheering for him.

atsumu who lets you see his tears for the first time as you comfort him when inarizaki places second; who listens to your gentle voice as you sincerely tell him that you believe there are lots of greater opportunities for him in the future once he goes pro.

atsumu who passes you a note before class with prom? written in his messy handwriting; atsumu who receives a note from you saying is this from osamu again?; atsumu who bites back a smile as he passes back the note, so the bastard told you?; atsumu who doesn’t notice his ears reddening until suna points it out but he doesn’t care at all as he reads your note: yes, and yes i’ll go to prom with you.

atsumu who surprises you at prom because as athletic as he is, he sucks at slow dancing; atsumu who makes you blush as he tightens his hand around your waist as soon as you two finally find the rhythm; atsumu who leans to you closely and whispers in your ear how beautiful you are; atsumu who plants a soft kiss at the top of your head after you tell him to shut up and accidentally step on his shoes.

atsumu who runs to hug you at graduation, wrapping his strong arms around your smaller figure and lifting you in the air; who attends your class’ afterparty with you where you end up playing truth or dare.

atsumu who chokes on his drink as your bottle ends up on him and you ask him on when he plans to ask you out; who, after composing himself, gives you a cheesy smile and asks you to be his girlfriend; who blushes so hard, making osamu and suna laugh, when you say yes and kiss him on the cheek.

miya atsumu who you never thought would capture your heart; atsumu who somehow also fell for you; atsumu who you would be cheering on for the rest of your life.

it doesn’t matter whether you’re wearing his jacket or not; he already gave you his last name, anyway.

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torhues · 1 year

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miya atsumu.

even though he acts like some love god, atsumu is actually a failure in the love department of life.

it’s embarrassing, funny and pitiful at the same time to watch him confess to you— or rather, talk about how much of a blessing he is to this earth, and that you should be honoured for he’s offering you the golden opportunity to date him.

so just like always, atsumu finds himself sitting next to you before classes, a soft smile dancing on his lips. one may find it painful to not be in the same class with their crush but atsumu, he doesn’t care. you can always spot him next you before and after classes, during lunch, from home to school and back, even more. and as much as he wishes people would assume you both are dating, there’s only one rumour that spins in the air— atsumu doesn’t have any shame, and you don’t have the guts to accept your feelings towards him.

but cut to the base line, the truth is a whole another story.

“we should date, y’know?” atsumu smirks, pointing at you and himself simultaneously as he leans further on the desk next to you for a better look at your face. “you and me.”

you sigh, leaning against the chair. “atsumu, it’s eight in the morning.”

“and, your point is?”

“my point is that i’m not mentally prepared for this now,” which is partially a lie, partially. mornings are for classes and crying over how your days always start with maths lessons. however, having atsumu by your side is always appreciated, even though he’s annoying.

“you don’t even have to do much,” he rests his head on his palms, shooting you his infamous smirk as a few students around pretend to gawk at this utterly cheap attempt at flirting. “just say yes when i ask you out on a date.”

“why should i?”

and he sits straight on the chair as if he’s about to present the ten slides long presentation about why you both would be a good couple — which it is, to be specific, except there are no slides, just him rambling, hoping to make sense. and you are enjoying it to bits. “don’t you want everyone to be jealous of you and say, ‘oh my god, yn, your boyfriend is so handsome and hot—”

“no,” you interject, a few chuckles emerging from the stray gazes that have been lingering on you ever since you stepped into the campus. “besides, if i wanted to make people jealous, i would just date kita-san,” and atsumu understands your point, for once. kita, despite being the one to avoid attention, has always been popular amongst students and school faculty. atsumu aspires to be like him, to be someone who's able to pull girls and guys without even trying.

“okay, number two,” he begins, “we get along just fine. you're also close to my friends, even 'samu— even though he's not that important,”

you sigh, putting your pen down on the table. “i get along just fine with most of the students. should i date them all?”

“that's not what i mean,” his deadpan expression never fails to make you laugh, just like the way it did now. atsumu is effortlessly funny and that's one of the many good things about him, in case someone ever wonders what's so good about miya atsumu for being such a hotshot.

and truth to be told, you get what he's trying to say, it's the effort that matters. you would've accepted his confession right away because god, you can't wait to go on dates with him either, but it's atsumu, and teasing him has been your guilty pleasure for as long as you can remember.

“anyway, point number two; we've known each other for two years now. nothing much would change, we'd just get to kiss each other,” he continues.

“get to what, now?”

“kiss each other” his lips press into a thin line before breaking into a faint smirk. he's confident in his words, he knows that you know it too, “you look pretty kissable, you know?”

you'd be lying if you don't find him kissable yourself, and it's not because he's your crush or whatsoever. more like, atsumu is very annoying. so annoying that you want to kiss him breathless and make sure he keeps his mouth shut and not get on your nerves— or distract you every other second, if you phrase it in more honest words, though it actually is just an excuse.

he says it’s one of his charms. it may be, not many have the charms of annoying every single they try to approach or get in trouble every other day. not kicking him out of school is blatant favouritism, and one might as well add that his charms are hypnotic, for he has every teacher wrapped around him with his honey drizzled words. you agree, you really do. miya atsumu is charming, and a man with charms with a very dangerous thing.

“oh well— wait,” you pause, standing up before pointing your index finger at him. “i get it now,”

“what?”

“you want us to date just because you want to kiss me,”

“yes. i mean, no,” he retracts. “that is one of the many other reasons why we should date; for example, you get to kiss me too,”

you hate his guts. you find it equally annoying and seductive how one moment, he looks ever so scared, thinking he messed up big time and just a second later, the thing carving fear under his skin in the very reason behind the wavering confidence in his eyes. “sounds more like a contract. you kiss me, i kiss you, it's—”

“we can take it further if you feel like it,” he's leaning on your desk, a menacing smile dancing on his lips. “i mean, we can go on dates and all,” he chuckles. “you weren't thinking of anything else, now, were you?”

there's a certain look in his eyes that makes you conscious of everything around, about the two people from the back of your classroom enjoying your little show, about how you're about to lose your mind because atsumu can't stop being an insufferable asshole even while asking you out, but it's fine. he tends to have that effect on people. it's what made you fall for him in the first place, the way he makes you feel so out of place and yet at ease.

and when you don't reply to next few seconds, atsumu comes up with another reason why you should date him. “besides, if we don't date, i'll have to buy lunch for 'samu this whole week,” he says it as if it's the biggest problem in his life at the moment. “you should date me to make sure i have money for our dates,”

“sounds like you're the only one getting the benefits here,” you make sure to say it with an obvious hint of disappointment, continuing to work on your assignment before looking up at him. “what about me?”

“it's a win for you too,” he adds, leaning closer, you know what it means, and something inside you gives a hint about what he's going to say. “you get to kiss me,”

and when he finally captures your lips with his, you realise that maybe, atsumu isn't wrong after all. perhaps, dating him isn't a half bad deal.

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popkorrn · 1 year

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"may i have this dance?"

atsumu stood in front of you with an outstretched hand, the other tucked courteously behind his back. his polished red suit dazzled under the shine of the sparkling crystal chandeliers that lined the ceiling of the grand ballroom. his tousled blonde hair was now tamed and styled to sleek perfection.

you returned his smile, nodding as you placed your hand in his. he brought your hand to his lips, briefly grazing the top of your hand with a chaste kiss, the gentle touch tingling against your skin.

the two of you quickly fell in step with the crowd, swaying back and forth to the slow rhythm of the music. his hand was wrapped snugly around your waist, while yours rested on his shoulders.

it felt like paradise, but even more so when your eyes met.

"you look beautiful." atsumu whispered.

"thank you." you replied with a smile. the room flashed of intricate gold embroidery and bedazzling jewels from lands beyond. yet none of it could compare to the smallest twinkle in your eyes, or the radiant smile spread across your features. "you look rather dashing yourself."

"oh princess, you flatter me." atsumu said. but the dashing smile tugging against the corners of his lips says otherwise. "red looks absolutely horrendous on me."

a light laugh bubbled past your lips and atsumu felt the whole world come to a stop. your laughter rang against his eardrums like a sweet lullaby, and if he could have bottled up the sound and gotten drunk on it every night, he would have.

the extravagant ballroom and people around you slowly faded into the background until all he could see and feel was you.

you and him, alone.

when the music started to slow down, he drew you in closer by the waist, pulling you tighter into his embrace. the sudden proximity made you gasp lightly, eyes widening as your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. he let out a deep chuckle, his nose was practically touching yours as he trailed his gaze down from your eyes to your lips and back. and each time his gaze falls from your eyes to your lips, he does it slower and slower, tilting his head closer and closer.

yet it was never close enough.

until he finally, finally, closed the gap between your lips. it was just a peck, a light brush of his soft lips against yours. but it was enough to take your breath away, and leave you craving craving for more under his burning touch.

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siraene-archived · 2 years

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CHAMPAGNE CORSETS

miya atsumu loved you since the very beginning, yet he never chose to do anything. a mere corset wrapped around your body was the one thing able to assist him in confessing his feelings for you.

miya atsumu x reader | 1.3k words

tooth-rotting friends to lovers fluff, edited

— crossposted from ao3

sponsored events weren’t miya atsumu’s type of party.

especially when you have to constantly kiss people’s asses and plaster a fake smile on your face, it wasn’t his cup of tea. his jaw was aching and his stomach swirled from the amount of champagne he downed.

he wasn’t sure why he was here, standing in a crowd of men in suits who clinked glasses and chuckled over who knows what. all he knew was he wasn’t interested whatsoever and his eyes desperately scanned the room for someone to help him escape the misery he placed himself into.

after moments of searching, a sense of relief washes over him and a smile that was a bit too wide creeps up onto his face when he spots you, leaning against a wall with your own glass of the expensive cider in your hand.

maybe this night won’t be as bad.

atsumu excused himself from the crowd who barely acknowledged his departure and he strides his way towards you. your eyes catch him walking towards you and you give him a small wave to notify you noticed him.

the faux blond grinned and took the chance to make you laugh. he did a little twirl and placed his half empty champagne glass onto a tray a server was holding. you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh in amusement while you watched the trick atsumu pulled off.

“did ya like that? was smooth, wasn’t it?” he boasted once he reached you, hands inside the pockets of his slacks. you rolled your eyes and let out a playful scoff, your attention caught by the people on the dance floor.

“as if, it was a bit sloppy, i think you can do better,” you replied, knowing full well it was pretty hilarious to watch him do something so silly.

your eyes turned back to face the tall man in front of you. you took in how perfect his black tux fitted on him with his tie loosely wrapped around his neck. you didn’t realize you were staring at him but atsumu caught you in the midst of it. he couldn’t help but ponder if you thought he looked good.

he was going to ask, but instead a teasing remark escaped his lips, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

you raised an eyebrow and let out a scoff in disbelief, “you wish, you’d probably start bragging if i did,” you retorted.

atsumu chuckled and shrugged with a stupid grin on his face. he took the time to admire what you were wearing, his eyes glancing up and down at your outfit.

“you look nice, i like the corset,” he complimented which to you tilted your head at and smiled.

“are you flirting with me, miya?”

“do you count that as flirting?”

“do you?”

atsumu shrugged, his smile never faltered once and he didn’t say anything more as he took one last glance at you before he looked away.

he eyed the people at the dance floor and smiled. his elbow nudged you and he nodded towards the crowd.

“let’s dance,” he suggested. you shook your head and laughed.

“i’m not a great dancer,” you declined his offer to which he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the wooden floor.

"nonsense, i’ve seen you dance,” he replied, taking your other hand and started to groove to the music. you couldn’t help but let out another laugh and followed his movements.

“see? how dare you lie to me.”

“i did not lie, miya.”

he huffed and spun you around, keeping his pace relatively close to the beat of the music. the both of you danced and laughed once in a while, enjoying both of each other’s presence.

you broke away from him after a few minutes and patted his shoulder, “i’m going to the restroom, you’ll be okay by yourself, yeah?”

he slowly nodded, disappointed that his time with you came to an end. but instead of a frown on his face, he smiled at you and gave you a wink. “if ya need anything from me, holler and i’ll be there,” he pointed finger guns at you, happy to see that you laughed.

“hopefully you can hear me then, i’ll be devastated to see that my knight in shining armour didn’t come to my rescue,” you humoured and bid your goodbyes to the man before disappearing into the crowd.

atsumu sighed and his shoulders relaxed while he reached to rub the nape of his neck. he realized how cheesy and stupid he sounded, groaning into his hands while he walked off to the side.

maybe he could find you again and try once more, or maybe he should just leave you alone and keep the moment sacred.

he decided on the latter and dragged himself into another crowd. he attempted to mingle for a bit, only for it to last a few minutes and he found himself in a hallway away from the party. atsumu explored the venue for a bit until he stopped in his tracks.

he watched you try to grab something from your back in the middle of the hall. he made his way towards you and you noticed him almost immediately.

“oh my god, ‘tsumu you’re my saviour, can you tighten this for me please?” you questioned and turned around. he looked down and saw how loose the corset was on you. his hands took grasp of the lace and pulled on it.

he tried to be careful but his lack of knowledge on how to use a corset really didn’t help him in this case. he grumbled and turned you around by the lace to see if that would help him in any way. you yelped and placed your hands onto his chest.

atsumu apologized under his breath and finally secured the lace with a bow, hands resting against your waist. the both of you made eye contact, not sure what to say to each other.

you uttered a ‘thank you,’ hands still against his chest. you didn’t make an effort to pull away and atsumu swallowed. he gently grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss, to his surprise, you gladly accepted it.

he pulled away and gasped for air. you both looked at each other with soft eyes and your cheeks flushed a dark red. “shit, i— sorry, i shouldn’t have kisse-” he panicked and moved away from you.

you grabbed him by the collar and grinned, “now that was smooth, ‘tsumu. didn’t know you had it in you.”

his mouth gaped open in offence and he furrowed his eyebrow, “obviously, i do! ‘m the smoothest on the team,” he scoffed and you snickered and his reaction.

“if you’re the smoothest, why did it take you forever to muster up the courage to kiss me, hm?”

atsumu was speechless and his face expressed a more offended face before he stared at you in surprise. “you were waiting for me?!” you laughed and suppressed your laughs by pursing your lips.

“possibly but, you can’t kiss me before a date, miya,” you pointed out and he started to heat up.

“i— fine.. would ya.. would ya..” he struggled and narrowed his eyes at you before he pulled you into another kiss.

you were the one to pull away this time and atsumu grumbled, “you and me, go out for food this week or something..”

“so demanding, miya.” you joked and he rolled his eyes, pressing his lips against yours.

“shut up, will ya?” he muttered against you, wrapping his arms around your waist while you snaked your arms around his neck.

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍꜱʙʏ ᴊᴀᴄᴋᴀʟꜱ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀᴛʜᴇʟᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀɪᴛʏ ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇꜱᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴᴀɪʀᴇ ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ

in which tori’s been to vegas and she’s staying in a casino

~ ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 551 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

18+, suggestive no smut, drinking, atsumu is rich af, reader is bold and cute, if this isn’t how craps works don’t tell me i do not care, gn reader no pronouns

don’t tempt me to write more of this piece bc i will not do it no matter how many people come into my inbox and bark at me abt this concept. 👀

♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡

thinking about multimillionaire!miyaatsumu at a casino, wearing a 15,000 dollar suit, every perfect hair in place, casually flashing a watch that he knows no one knows truly how expensive it is, throwing down 10,000 dollars like they’re singles.

thinking about multimillionaire!miyaatsumu at a craps table on a hot streak

winning big

no signs of stopping

you’re standing next to him, winning big right alongside him.

everyone is telling him to stop, to stop pressing his luck but he keeps on rolling, laughing at the fact he could lose well over 100k if the dice roll a bit too far, but he’s feeling good, all the attention on him, someone pretty to his right, your hands gripped around the table edge, leaning forward with anticipation every time the dice bounce along the velvet. the money isn’t even a thought in his head.

you put your hand on his forearm and he doesn’t reprimand you for crumpling his jacket, just looks at you with a smirk, eyes flicking down to the tastefully revealing outfit you're wearing without any remorse or attempts to hide it.

you lean in to him, “hey, don’t fuck this up for me, okay?” you say, complimentary alcohol in your system not allowing you to realize the way your lips bump against his clean shaven cheek, “one more?”

he still doesn’t care about the money, even more so now, and he brings his lips to your ear, “a kiss for good luck?”

and you would’ve done it, are pulling away with the complete intention of grabbing him by the base of his neck and pressing your lips against him with a bit too much teeth and biting at his lower lip as if the kiss really depended on how lucky he was.

but as you’re creating distance, preparing yourself to kiss this stranger and feel his expensively soft hair in your fists, he brings up his hand, knuckles clasped around a pair of dice, and devilish smile on his face because he knows that now you just want to kiss him even more.

you bring your lips down to his hand, press your lips against his fingers and then his palm and then his wrist. you let that one linger.

“and when i win this, you let me take you to the high rollers lounge,” he says, a plainly stated question that isn’t a question.

you shake your head, “if you win this, i’ll let you take me back to your room.”

“there’s a lot riding on this roll, then, huh?” he says, and the way that this is a lot riding and not the six digit number is making your stomach flip. you nod.

he throws the dice down and you can feel it in your heart, slow motion hitting the table, each skid across the green fabric resonating in your chest, the table is silent, your eyes are locked on the tumbling dice, and then atsumu grabs you by the jaw, two finger spanning the side, thumb on your chin. he doesn’t need to look.

the crowd that’s been drawn to the table erupts in screams, ones of elation and surprise, and your heart is beating even faster as he slides his hand down your side, over the dip of your waist and the fat of your hip, and then he digs in.

he doesn’t break eye contact with you as he speaks to the dealer, “i’ll cash out now.”

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heartsoji · 1 year

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"OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK"

"ARAHHHJ OH MY GOD oh it's just you, tsum. ya scared me. what's up?"

"..y/n-chan? is that.. you? what the hell do you have on your face?"

you rolled your eyes. "it's face mask. a sheet one, to be specific. it's for anti-aging."

"ya look scary."

"YOU PRICK!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"BITCH- fine. we'll see who'll be laughing when we're both old but i'll look 30 while you'll look 80."

"fine, fine, 'm sorry. can i try?"

"you were just making fun of it."

"c'mon, we can be an alien couple together, baby! please?"

"oh my god- fine."

you had him wash his face before you ripped open a new mask and placed it gently on his face.

"OH MY GOD ITS SO COLD- FUCK WHY IS IT SLIMY"

"TSUMU SHUT THE HELL UP"

once you finished putting it on him, you two sat down to watch a movie together. however, not even 5 minutes in, the doorbell rang.

atsumu checked who it was through his phone. (there's a camera on the doorbell.)

"oh, it's 'samu."

"let him in."

he unlocked the door through the app and osamu walked in.

"we're in the living room!" you yelled.

"ok! coming!"

when he entered the room, you were suddenly reminded of the sheets on your faces.

"AAAAAUUUGHHHHHHHHHHH"

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heyhoneyybunn · 2 years

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| SHUT UP |

Relationship: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

The struggles of being a pro-athletes girlfriend!

It’s always a careful balance between showing your kindness but not letting people walk over you. But if there’s one thing you’ve learned, it’s being in the public eye is hard and emotionally draining. As the girlfriend of the great Miya Atsumu you’re always being monitored, scrutinised. Nothing is yours anymore, how you spend your time, how you speak to people, how you look. His craziest fans become more worried about you than they are themselves.

And it’s ridiculous, that spending a day at the spa has labelled you a gold-digging housewife and therefore undeserving of such a great man, that spending an afternoon with his brother has instilled a scepticism that you’re unfaithful.

It can be hard to ignore the baseless rumours that question your character, the pinch in your heart is proof but along with the challenges there are also many good things that come from dating the Miya Atsumu.

Like the encouraging people who he hangs out with, who support your relationship whole-heartedly or the fact that his mother loves you, inviting you around every Sunday to bake together.

And then, there’s the man himself, who has so much love to give you he almost bursts at the seams. Who dedicates every serve to you and kisses you after every game to let the world know, no matter how much it talks, it’ll never change the way he feels.

He’s the cutest when he’s angry on your behalf – it makes your heart skip at his protectiveness, even though you tell him to ignore it, that it doesn’t mean anything, he’s still huffing for the rest of the day, muttering curses at them.

Because they’ll always talk, always have something to say, and although it can get overwhelming, Atsumu is always there to keep you on track and shut up the voices.

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boyfhees · 2 years

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1 : 45 PM

W. mentions of food

atsumu doesn't like how this is going.

"daddy," his eyes lands on his daughter's frowning face, and while it pains his heart to deny her request, a certain voice inside his head keeps telling him to not fall for her tricks again. "please,"

'no 'tsum, you already gave her a lot of sweets this week,' he can hear you saying in with hands on your waist, as if you're giving him a lecture again. 'what if she gets cavities?'

and while he understands your concerns and his duty as a responsible dad, his responsibilities stand a bit fragile when it comes to his daughter's innocent requests— which may not be so innocent right now because she's asking him to give him candies, reassuring him about how she wouldn't tell you about it.

he looks at the box of candies resting on the top shelf, his heart almost giving into her request before he shakes those thoughts off his mind. "no, princess, we can't,"

"but why?" she whines. 'because i don't want to sleep on the couch again,' he wants to say. you love sleeping next to him, clinging onto his arm or burying your face in his chest, but he needs to be humbled at times, and usually when you have to remind him that he can not fulfil all her requests just because she's the apple of his eyes.

it's quiet for a while. maybe she understood, he thinks. she'd be upset, reciting trails of 'i hate you daddy,' — which atsumu despises, really— he'll get her talk to him eventually. he takes a sigh in relief, almost, until he feels little fists tucking around his sweats, eyes brimming with tears.

oh shit.

if her tears are daggers to his chest, his tiny grip with pleading eyes are salt to the wound. while the candies could be the remedy to his pain, your angry face is like a sword at his neck, the couch being the prison cell. and atsumu would do anything, to not go to the prison, and yet help little his princess.

so he lifts her up, patting her back as he mumbles the same request, again. "how about you wait for mom to wake up and we'll ask her?"

"why do you keep talking about mommy?" she pulls back, hands still around his neck as she stares at him with slight annoyance. "daddy are you scared of mommy?"

and oh boy, she doesn't know.

however, atsumu has a reputation to maintain. "no— 'm not scared!" he exclaims. "but, wouldn't it be better if daddy, mommy and princess enjoyed the candies together, hm?"

she averts her gaze, shuffling in an attempt to get him to put her down. "you're just scared mommy will make you sleep on the couch again,"

"what?" he asks, even though he's sure he heard her clearly the first time.

"nothing!" he flinches at her loud loud, afraid it'll wake you up. or maybe, he just wants you to wake up and handle her yourself. "but daddy, if you don't give me the candies, i'll tell mommy that you broke her favorite cup."

did he hear her correctly? words get stuck in his throat, eyes wide open at the smirk plastered on her face. he pulls her closer, cupping her cheeks, "baby, what are you—"

"i saw you throw it in the bin after mom fell asleep," she cuts him off. "if you don't give me candies, i will tell her." and it was at this moment he knew, he's done for.

atsumu doesn't waste another second and grabs the box of candies, hoping you don't wake up anytime soon. while a part of him soothes at his daughter's precious smile as she grabs the box with her tiny grabby hands, his heart is still not at piece knowing that she holds a very sensitive information against him.

while keeping secrets was a pact between the father-daughter pair, he knew she'd snitch on him if you pressed enough, and he had to make sure that doesn't happen. "now, princess, promise me you won't tell mom."

"tell what?" crap. "and what are you bo— are those candies—tsumu!" you rush to your daughter, snatching the box away before she put another candy in her mouth. "what did i tell you?"

"i'm sorry, baby, you know i can't—"

"—can't resist her, yes i know. but you have to! it's about her health. you can't just hand her a box full of candies!" you put the box away, crouching before your daughter. "and you, little missy, didn't mommy tell you to her for candies if you wanted to eat one?"

"but daddy said i can have as many as i want if i don't tell you that he broke your favorite cup."

"when did i say that?!" atsumu gasps dramatically, pointing at his daughter, with panicked eyes settling upon your livid face. "y/n, let me expla—"

"miya atsumu, do you have a death wish?!"

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mitsuyaya · 1 year

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hello 👋 can you do angst #44 + #28 with atsumu? i don't really like to read angst stories but there's something about how you write angst fics that made me feel like i'm really a masochist 🥲

when you fall for someone it feels like everything crashes; your peaceful day, sanity, everything.

the world will come to an abrupt stop and everything from the pedestal will fall, ear splitting sounds of something breaking echoing from within.

that's how it felt like when you found yourself falling for Atsumu Miya, the man you only got in contact with because of a friend.

those moments you shared with him felt surreal, it's like reality and make-believe combined.

the feeling of his hands subtly wrapping around your waist when the room crowds with reporters, his silvery voice calling out your name in such a manner that leaves you dumbfounded, and his efforts that keeps you yearning for his presence everyday.

but just like everything there is, the world will once again revolve. the broken things would be repaired and it will go back to its original place.

it’s the same way with Atsumu — from the days where you would wake up and go to sleep talking with him on the phone turned into a whole week of being radio silent. dialing his number only to be met with the words that says ‘did not answer’ or ‘busy.’

days where he'll greet you first when you visit the court turned into him avoiding you like a plague or excuses he relayed to his teammates saying he’s busy practicing, showering or just tired.

it gets to the point that it just becomes irritating rather than painful.

“what did I do for you to treat me like this, ‘Tsumu?” months of receiving this kind of treatment became taxing and you've had enough, you don't deserve this.

“just go home y/n, ‘m tired” he grumbles, his back facing you as he packs his things one by one. “you always say that. ignoring, avoiding, giving me those lame excuses! I just want to talk. Is it that difficult?”

he didn't answer, still fixated on his things and treating you as if you're a ghost. you definitely don't deserve any of this.

Unable to stop your tears from falling you let the words you tried to hold back slipped from your lips “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

This time he looked as though you said something unbelievable, something that irks him.

Having had enough, Atsumu grabbed his backpack and attempted to leave the locker room.

Before he could leave you blocked the door, sniffling “Please just give me an explanation ‘Tsumu.”

Frankly, if he had just told you even the worst explanation you've ever heard you'd forgive him but the words he just uttered:

“Move out of my way before I make you.” it's enough to make you realize that he wasn't the man you fell in love with.

If you were to be completely honest, even if you'll be called stupid for saying this – you still want him back.

Even as your heart crashes at the sight of him being happy and kissing someone else — you're still foolishly in love with Atsumu Miya.

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quirrrky · 2 years

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THE BOY NEXT DOOR 「06. SMILE」

『MASTERLIST』 « PREV • NXT »

𐑂 1.8k+ words 𐑂 Your new neighbor, Miya Atsumu, is everything you’ll never ask for. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door? 𐑂 neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers

Atsumu’s heart beat hard and loud in his chest it almost felt like aching. He was breathing heavily, lost in your eyes, wondering what made him do something like that. He had kissed several women, but he's sure himself that he had never kissed them the way he just kissed you.

"Wow. You two are sure elevating so fast." Otose commented and you turned away.

"I'm gonna be late." You said, rushing out of the scene. What the hell did just happen? Your face heated up at the thought of Atsumu's lips touching yours. You shook your head, entering the building of your office.

It was just the heat of the moment! You were both so overwhelmed with your feelings that drove Atsumu to do such a thing. You bet he did it out of spite.

You took a seat at your desk and opened your desktop.

You always reserved intimate contact for special people. However Atsumu stealing a kiss from you was supposed to be infuriating yet you couldn't get fully mad at him, because you caved in and let him do that. You had every strength to push him away but you didn't.

His lips was softer contrary to his sometimes gruff behavior and the way he held you in his arms was firm but in a very gentle way. You couldn't even exactly identify how he managed to master both.

You ran your hand over your face. Why were you even thinking about this now! It's just the heat of the moment! You kept murmuring to yourself as you began picking up where you left off from your tasks.

But shit! How would you take a bath now? It would be so awkward especially that you just shared a kiss without even resolving what happened.

"Oh, Y/N. Are you going to the excursion with us next week?" Nako asked, knowing fully well that you don't do those stuff.

Your eyes widened as it the truth behind the situation hit you. Your work buddy was on vacation leave next Friday, which means you'd be left here in the office all by yourself if you won't attend.

Damn!

You're sure Nako planned this to outcast you. You clenched your fist. You knew for sure that if you'd attend the excursion, they'd bring their significant others along and they would pair you with "lone-guy" from the Loans Team, your workmate who's also single like you but...He's just not your type. It's just...cringe. You know...that one person you'd definitely not go for and you'd rather stay single than to even think of dating him!

Yeah, right. Call me judgmental. But we can have tastes, right? We can all have a romantic relationship with someone whom we find attractive. It might sound unrealistic these days, but you're gonna stick to your guns. You have standards and you knew what you deserve. It's just that simple.

"I'm not sure yet." You answered.

"Well, you better RSVP now, Y/N." She added. "Oh, Lone-guy's gonna be there! You won't be by yourself if you'd attend too. You two would make a great pair."

You wondered if Nako would break up with her current boyfriend if she'd know that lone-guy, being an accountant, had a very high salary that even surpassed her boyfriend's. And though you wanted to let her know about it so she'd stop hooking you two up together, you still wouldn't. You didn't want lone-guy to be some gold digger's cash cow.

You just smiled stiffly at her.

Deeply, you sighed when you she went away.

Now, you're in a bind. You didn't want to be left out here all by yourself but you didn't want them to make fun of you at the excursion either. It would be simple if you could take a vacation leave but you're reserving it for your best friend, whom you would be meeting sometime in the next month or so.

You had never seen each other yet for a year now and you'd be willing to make sacrifices just so you could have a time together even just for a few days.

Your head was drowning in possible options that you didn't even notice that you worked overtime again. You stretched your arms and looked at the clock on your screen. Shit! You better go home!

In a rush, you turned your computer off and headed down and out of the building. It was dark, empty and so very late again. Here you were being stupid. Just because you had come face-to-face with serial killer already didn't mean you had an immunity.

You gulped and clutched to your bag tight. You were hearing foot steps behind you and you briskly walked. No looking back, Y/N. No looking back.

"Why're ya still out this late at night?"

Atsumu! You sighed in relief. It's not the killer. But wait! It's Atsumu! What's worse? Your face reddened, not knowing how to face him.

"Work," you murmured and he ran, so he was beside you. Reflexively, you glanced up at him, your eyes focusing on his lips.

He dry coughed and you both looked away, blushing.

"Do ya usually go home this late?" He asked.

"Yes, sometimes."

Dramatically, he sighed. "It's just in time with my jogging. Let's just walk home if ever we come across each other."

You just nodded your head in silence.

Reaching your apartment building, you entered the elevator with him. You both just stood there, avoiding to look and talk at each other. Memory from earlier was still fresh from your minds and your lips.

Awkward.

The doors opened and you both stepped out.

"Better go home early next time. You still need to take a bath." Atsumu tried to say in factual manner.

You just stared blankly at him and he panicked.

"I-It ain't that I'm waitin' for ya to take it or somethin' B-But I'll be waitin' for ya. I-I! I mean! Just knock if yer ready to take a bath." A pout etched his face as he tripped over his words in agitation.

He clumsily hurried inside his room and you were left there standing not knowing what to feel. Deep inside, though, you were kinda' thankful that Atsumu always knew how to handle this weird dynamic you two had.

It was just the heat of the moment. You closed your eyes and chuckled, shaking your head.

Days went by and you two were back to normal. Well, you thought you're, but for Atsumu it was a different thing. He was glad that you just played along with not talking about the kiss in the elevator, but he kept replayin' the damn thing in his mind over and over again.

Aughhhh!

He smashed his pillow over his face. Hajime-san wondered what made him do 200 push-ups today. Even with that amount of push-ups, all he could think about was your lips on his. The way you tasted and felt around his...

Fuck!

He's seriously dry. So dry. But he couldn't bring himself to hook up with just anyone else, because he feared that he might imagine you-

He abruptly stood up. His breathing heavy on his chest. It was just a kiss, Tsumu! He's done more than that with other women, but why did this one little thing stuck to him this much. He absent-mindedly touched his lower-lip with his fingers. His heart began beating loud again. Suddenly, he was hearing sweet violin playing in his ear.

He gulped.

What...

Could you be listening to one of your cheesy songs again?

He leaned his ear to the wall to listen closely to you. No, you were not, but his attention was diverted from his confusing feelings to the conversation you were having next door.

"It's Nako who organized the excursion." You sounded frustrated.

That tone of voice. You had it reserve for your most-trusted best friend. You always told her about anything that Atsumu already knew about everything.

Wait, it's not like he's a nosy neighbor! But he definitely was.

Atsumu knew very well that this Nako girl was givin' you a hard time at work. Now, he really wondered who this Nako was since you were so feisty around him, that you could even breathe out fire to burn him in flames, yet you couldn't give Nako hell.

"I couldn't use my leave or else we can't have that day trip we planned." You said. " Hey, why're you like that? Is it really okay for you that we won't be seeing each other?"

You saved up those leave credits despite the many times you wanted to take a day off just so you could meet at last.

"I know...I know it's so I won't feel left out. I know..." You bit your lip, "but..." You paused, not wanting to sound clingy. "Never mind."

You knew the concern coming through from the other end yet you couldn't help but feel dejected. You just missed everything about the two of you yet...

"Nah, it's just you might find me clingy." You feared it. You were terrified laying it all on the line to someone else.

Atsumu heard the sweet melancholy laced in your voice. He knew you. You ain't gonna say it, but you missed your best friend so much. You always sounded so fond of her whenever you talked to her. He knew how dear she was in your life and you really wanted to see her so bad.

Now, he was reminded of Samu. They used to do stuff together and now they were apart and he couldn't help but feel the same way that you're feelin' right now. He wanted you to know that it's okay to feel. It's alright to feel that way and to let your best friend know about it. Though, he just hoped that she won't turn out like Nako who would just hurt you in the end.

You finally said good bye. The decision would be in your hands after all, but you couldn't help but feel a little sad. You were puzzled where to put yourself and bothered that you couldn't fully express how you feel.

The door bell rang and you wondered what Atsumu could be needing from you this late at night. Yes, you knew it was him since that specific way of ringing the doorbell was his signature. Confirming, you looked through the peephole and opened the door.

"Tsum-" You were stopped when he squished a warm paper bag on your cheek.

"W-What's this?" You asked as you accepted the paperboy from him.

He placed his hands inside his pockets and looked on his side. "Just...somethin' to warm you up."

You opened the bag and saw his twin's famous and yummy onigiri. "Oh my god! It's my favorite!"

Atsumu smugly smiled, proud that he was able to make you light up even just a little. The way your eyes twinkled and your cheeks puffed up in a very soft manner made it hard for him to breathe like a knot was forming in his chest.

He wanted to turn back but he heard his own words in his head. It's okay to feel. He swallowed the anxiety down.

Atsumu pinched your cheek and finally let the tender smile rest comfortably on his lips. "Glad you liked it."

He fondly and heartily chuckled at your annoyed, smart-ass comeback.

Whatever this was...maybe it's okay to feel this way for a while.

𐑂 AN : Thank you for hanging on with me guys! As you’ve noticed, I’m trying to get the chapters out faster than usual, so I won’t torture you with so much waiting. I know you’ve been waiting for the fake dating arc. We’re gonna get there, I swear! I just wanna make the journey to it fun and more impactful because of their accumulated memories together.

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sassycheesecake · 2 years

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A/N: Hello people, this is my first time trying to write something and I got three more One Shots I am currently working on, different than this one. The ‘Truth or Drink’ game belongs to the YouTube Channel ‘CUT’ but the dialogue is completely made up by yours truly :p. I had so much fun writing this and Osamu’s child story is actually based on a real story my husband once told me about.

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated!<3 PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK! AND DO NOT TRANSLATE WITH INTEND TO COPY MY WORK!!!

genre: fluff

warnings: drinking, cursing, the miya twins being the miya twins, mentions of sex

words: 1776 (the year when the Independence in US was signed, what a coincidence)

Truth or drink with my twin (Atsumu Miya xf!Reader)

Soft orchestral music plays in the background as (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Osamu Miya each take a seat at the table that’s been set up with Tequila and two shot glasses. Between the both of them is a stack of cards which they have to read out.

Director: Who are you guys and what are you doing here today?

You both look at the camera and introduce yourselves.

Y/N: ,,My name is (Y/N).’’

Osamu: ,,Name’s Osamu Miya.’’

Y/N: ,,I am here because my boyfriend’’- you point towards Atsumu sitting on the couch, watching the both of you with a smirk on his face -,,invited me here today to meet his twin’’.

Osamu: ,,And I am here cuz my brother was almost begging me to come here to participate in this game.’’

Atsumu yells in the background ‘That is SO not true!’ making the crew members laugh.

Cameraman: Is this your guys’ first time meeting each other?

Both: ,,Yup.’’

Crew Member: All right let’s get this started!

You turn back towards Osamu to face him.

Y/N: ,,You wanna start off with a shot?’’

Osamu: ,,Yeah, let’s do this.’’

You both clink your shot glasses together as you down the shots.

Director: Let’s start with the first question.

You grab the first card from the deck.

Y/N: ,,What were your first thoughts, when you heard that your brother was dating me?’’

Osamu sends a mischievous look towards Atsumu and quickly looks back at you.

Osamu: ,,Well to be honest, at first I pitied you for dating such a scrub like him but after seeing his lovesick smile on his face and talking about you nonstop, almost making my ears bleed, I was happy for him. Yer seem to make him really happy and I am glad ya can deal with his antics. You have a lot of patience. Hell, I’d even say yer tolerance towards him is a lot bigger than mine.’’

You laugh a little and a quiet ‘Awww’ comes out of your mouth.

Osamu grabs the next card from the deck.

Osamu: ,,How often-Oh God. Ya might wanna take a shot on this one.’’ You give him a weird look and tilt your head a little bit.

Director: What’s it say?

Osamu inhales deeply through his nose and rubs his hand over his face.

Osamu: ,,How often do you guys have sex?’’ After hearing that question, your face turns red with embarrassment. You hide your face behind your hands and groan loudly, making the crewmembers and Atsumu laugh.

Atsumu: ,,More than ya know! I’d say at least 5-6 times a week! That’s a lot more than ya will ever get in yer life!’’

Y/N: ,,I swear y'all trying to get me drunk.’’ You grab the Tequila bottle and pour yourself a shot, dumping it down quickly.

Osamu grabs the next card and reads the first words and gives the camera a deadpan look.

Osamu: ,,On a scale of one to ten-Who the hell comes up with these questions?! How good is my brother in bed? Give details.’’

You stare wide eyed at Osamu and you feel yourself choking on your words.

Osamu: ,,Please take the shot, I really don’t want to know.’’

You’re about to grab the bottle when one of the crew members halts your movements.

Crew member: C’mon this game is no fun if Y/N doesn’t answer that.

Atsumu: ,,Yeah c’mon babe, don’t be shy. Spill the details.’’ You just give him a pissed look.

Atsumu laughs at your annoyed expression.

Y/N: ,,Alright, ehm.. I guess I have to say he never leaves me unsatisfied. And he always has the energy for like 2-3 sounds. That’s all I am gonna say.’’

Osamu has his elbow on the table and rests his head on his hand while giving you a winced expression.

Osamu: ,,Gosh you guys are fucking up my life right now. I hope yer happy.’’ Osamu fills his shot glass with Tequila and drinks it down, hoping to forget this whole day.

You grab the next card and read it out.

Y/N: ,,What’s the most embarrassing story that you remember of Atsumu as a child?’’

Osamu tilts his head and his gaze wanders to the ceiling, looking deep in thought.

Osamu: ,,I remember this one time our family went out for dinner one night. Tsumu and I were about 9 years old. Tsum was falling asleep at the table and I told him just to lay down if he is so tired. So that idiot actually fell asleep underneath the table. As we were getting ready to leave, I just looked at Tsum and said to our parents that he would already be waiting in the car. I think mum was a little bit drunk, so she was just going along with what I said. All of us left the restaurant and we drove back for a little bit. All of sudden mum’s phone rang and it was the restaurant. They said that Tsum was underneath the table when they were cleaning up. I swear Ma had a heart attack and she just looked back in her seat and she saw that only I was in the back. In the end, I got grounded and Tsumu didn’t talk to me for a whole week.’’

You just stare at Osamu with an open mouth as you process his words. The crewmembers are laughing hysterically before you burst out laughing as well.

Atsumu looks at Osamu with a frown and pouts.

Atsumu: ,,Yeah and I am still pissed about that with ya. How can ya do that? Especially to ya own flesh n’ blood?’’ While putting a hand on his chest to give off a dramatic gesture.

Osamu and you both look at Atsumu, while Osamu gives him a disinterested look and you are still trying to contain your laughter, almost tearing up.

Osamu: ,,Yer had it coming, ya ate all of my candy that I hid in one of my drawers from ya.’’

Atsumu: ,,Because ya never share anything with me in the first place!’’

Osamu: ,,Excuse me? I had to share a bedroom AND a bathroom with you for 19 freaking years! As if that isn’t punishment enough.’’

The twins continue to bicker back and forth and you just watch with an amused smile. You look into the camera with a sheepish smile and breathe out a small sigh.

Y/N: ,,This could take a while. Sorry about that.’’

Director: Oh don’t worry about it.

The director claps his hands a few times to gain the twins’ attention back to the game. They stop bickering and stick out their tongues towards each other. Osamu turns back to you and combs his hand through his hair and breathes deeply to calm himself down.

Osamu: ,,Sorry ‘bout that.’’

Y/N: ,,Oh don’t worry about it, it was very entertaining.’’ You give him a smile that he returns.

Crew member: Alright movin’ on. Read the next card, Osamu.

Osamu grabs a new card from the deck and drinks a little bit from the orange juice glass that is placed next to him. He clears his throat and reads it out.

Osamu: ,,Who do you think is better looking? Me or Tsum-Tsum?’’ He gives you a flirty smile and poses a little bit in his seat.

Y/N: ,,Well I mean considering you two are twins I’d say both of you look good the same amount. But I am a loyal soul so I am gonna stick with Tsumie.’’

Osamu nods in understanding and gestures for you to take a new card.

You read over it and slam it down on the table startling Osamu. You immediately reach for Osamu’s shot glass and pour him some Tequila.

Osamu: ,,Ya haven’t even read the question out loud. Go on, can’t be worse than knowing now how long Tsumu lasts in bed.’’ Osamu still takes the shot glass from your hand and starts drinking it just as you read out the next question.

Y/N: ,,Would you ever have a threesome with me and your brother?’’

Osamu spits out the drink and starts coughing violently. You stand up and pat him on his back, trying to get him out of his coughing fit.

Osamu: ,,Goodness no fucking way! I mean, don’t get me wrong you’re very pretty but hell no!’’ Osamu exclaims loudly while trying to breathe.

The crew members are laughing at Osamu’s outburst.

Atsumu doesn’t look too thrilled with his twin brother’s response in calling you very pretty but he doesn’t want to start another fiasco. Then again, he really couldn’t care less since it’s his name you scream almost every night.

Crew member: Osamu would you ever consider dating Y/N if Atsumu wasn’t?

Osamu turns to the camera and then looks Atsumu dead in the eye. Atsumu is mouthing to him ‘Don’t’ while shaking his head. But Osamu is not scared of Atsumu. You tense up and pray to the Gods that Osamu chooses the right answer. What you hear next though, is not what you expected.

Osamu: ,,I’d say yeah, she is my type but I wouldn’t interfere in their relationship cuz she makes him happy and if he makes her happy too, that’s all I care about. If you do ever break up though, ya know where to find me.’’ Osamu winks at you making you blush a little bit at his flirtatious attempts.

Atsumu sends a death glare into his brother’s direction.

Atsumu: ,,Watch it.’’

Osamu: ,,Relax bro, I'm just kiddin’ ‘’

Director: Alright guys last question.

You grab the last card and read it out.

Y/N: ,,Do you think I am good enough for you brother?’’

Osamu pours himself another shot before answering.

Osamu: ,,To be honest, I think you’re TOO good for him. You’re very nice, smart and you seem like a good person. Unlike him cuz he’s a rude asshole. If he ever does treat you like shit though call me or Ma, we’ll beat him up for ya.‘’

You giggle at his comment and thank him for the offer.

Atsumu: ,,Babe don’t gang up on me! I thought ya loved me!’’

You glance at him and send a kiss towards his direction while giving him a wink, that always makes his heart beat faster.

Y/N: ,,Don’t worry baby, you know I’ll always love ya no matter what. You and me forever right?’’

Atsumu gives you a lovesick smile while Osamu almost gags at the sight.

Atsumu: ,,I love ya too baby and yup it’s me and you forever.’’

The whole crew awws at your loving exchange.

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miya atsumu.

w : female reader, mentions of pregnancy, somewhat emotional idk, tsum makes his entry at the end but we still talk ab him throughout this helppp

faint aroma of the thyme tea resting in front of you keeps you from getting bored while waiting for atsumu. it's not that he has left you somewhere alone, in fact you're at his mother's place, but you still wish he would come home a bit early, especially since the weather is getting cold as the sunset caves in.

a part of you wants to discard the tea.

"are you nervous?" atsumu's mother— your mother-in-law, of course, interjects just when you were about to get up from the chair.

"sort of," your fingers dance around the hem of your dress, a lazy smile fluttering on your lips; amidst the cold winds, you find comfort within the warmth provided by the minimal sunlight offered by the setting sun. "i wonder if i'll be a good mother,"

it's the fifth time you're visiting your mother-in-law throughout your seven month long pregnancy, though you wished you could just stay at her place for the rest of the time left. something about her presence makes you forget all of your worries, even if it's just for a few minutes. she resembles a mentor, despite being your husband's mom, while on other days, you see glimpses of your mother in her eyes.

"how was it, raising 'tsum and osamu?" the question slips off your tongue before you even know it. you've been thinking of asking her for a while now, thinking, nothing more, before the words decide to escape on their own, knowing you would never voice them out.

"i don't know," it's an indifferent reply, you think. perhaps, you anticipated something more, something that would give you an insight into motherhood, but she doesn't spare you a glance, continuing to arrange the photo albums and frames. "i had them when i was quite young, and was scared i would do something wrong, that i wouldn't know when they are hungry. i was scared of all the worst scenarios i had in my head but, when i held them in my arms for the first time, i was relieved. i didn't know how i'll do it, but i knew it would be fine,"

there's a photo frame on the corner table with a picture of the twins in her arms. you've seen it a lot of times, often pointing out how different atsumu looked back then, even if it's only reasonable, while admiring them the other times. you've imagined yourself in her place— with your twins in your arms and atsumu by your side. looking through the photo album earlier, you had pictured yourself with your kids, thinking about all the things you would do to give them a memorable childhood.

all the concerns and plans you had, without a doubt, made you nervous.

"i thought, i wouldn't do things right," she continues, hands busy with cleaning all the frames that had captured atsumu and osamu's childhood together. "but, one look at them and i'd know what they need. it was like a miracle, to wake up from sleep exactly when they were hungry, or needed me to change their diapers. i think it's something you get after becoming a mother,"

and most of the people have told you the same, even your own mom. you're scared, but behind your fear, you imagine atsumu with his twins, doing everything that him and osamu did as children. you picture your kids wearing matching pajamas like any other siblings. at some point in future, you image them cooking with their father, perhaps an outdoor barbeque, since atsumu loves it.

you image atsumu teaching them volleyball and playing with them every evening. you already know he would be on cloud nine the moment they start praising him for being such an amazing volleyball player. you image going to little picnic dates with your family, or maybe, to the beach during the summers, making sand castles and playing by the shore. you image atsumu sleeping on the couch with your kids at noon after a tiring day at morning practice.

you imagine your kids holding onto atsumu's fingers while trying to walk, ultimately taking their first steps that make him burst into tears. you imagine him taking them to grocery stores and buy them every candy they lay their eyes upon— which is a little too much but the atsumu you know would do that. he would do anything for the two mini him-and-you running around the house, and you would too, without any compromises.

"was it hard raising them?" you ask again, this time with more interest in hearing her experience as a mother, or maybe, you simply wanted to hear about things atsumu and osamu did that kids.

"a little, but again, it's not easy to handle kids," her lips curl into a smile before they morph into a slight frown, "but atsumu gave me a hard time,"

"he would start crying the moment i took my eyes off him, always being able to find chocolates no matter where i hid them. you might not believe, but atsumu was somewhat of a shy kid to begin with. while osamu would make friends at the playground, he would hide behind his father,"

osamu once told you how in middle school, atsumu had the hardest time making friends because the two of them were assigned different classes. other times, osamu would introduce atsumu to his friends, but middle school taught him to depend on himself rather than having someone else to lean upon all the time, and made him into who he is right now.

it was hard to believe that the atsumu you know, miya atsumu, the one who has such a bit mouth, was once introverted. he's someone who announced it in the whole school when you became his girlfriend in middle school, the one who announced his marriage to you on twitter account before even talking to PR team and got scolded about it, the one who threw a party when he found out he was going to become a dad.

"gosh, i feel sad now," her words pull you out of your thoughts as a slight wave of guilt dwelled upon your shoulders for not focusing on her words and being lost in your own world.

you shift a little closer to her, "mom, did something happen?"

and silence is all you receive as a response. you notice the dull grimace masking her face, one that makes her someone so unknown because no matter the situation, she has always been the person to smile the brightest amidst a crowd.

"time flies by so quickly," she chuckles softly, "it feels like yesterday, he was a kid toddling around me all the time, and now, he's about to become a dad,"

between silence and fleeting steps of nostalgia in the room, you hear the door click, and the next thing you know is atsumu has returned from his little gathering with highschool friends. the room doesn't feel lonely anymore, and maybe it's because of his presence that's loud in itself, or the way he crouches in front of you, smiling at your belly and telling his kids how much he has missed them, and that he wouldn't leave them alone with you for hours ever again in case they grow more liking to you.

you could hear distance city noises as the night caved in, and by the time osamu came back, you had been planning to depart. although, a part of you wishes you could stay with them a little longer, you know atsumu shouldn't miss his practice since he's already planning to take a long leave once the twins are born; and there's no way he's leaving you at his mother's place all alone.

"so, what did you and mom talk about?" he asks, breaking the comforting silence that has been accompanying you through the car ride.

"not much," you slide your phone inside your purse, "just tales about how much of a trouble you were to your mom," atsumu laughs bitterly, and it's just a show because by this time, he knows that leaving you alone with his mom would result in discussions about his childhood. stories will be shared and secrets will be spilled, and atsumu would rather watch a soap opera than have his own mother tell you the embarrassing stuff he did as a kid.

you steal a glance at him. both osamu and atsumu are splitting images of their father, from tip to toe, but atsumu has his mother's eyes. perhaps, it's too late for you to notice this now, and maybe, he would be salty that you never noticed this, because he has always taken pride in resembling his mother, even if it's in just one feature.

"remember when you asked me if you would be a good father?" you slide your hands in atsumu's, wiping off all the doubts that have been seeping through his fingers, "our kids can't have a better dad, tsum,"

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periwnklblu · 2 years

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Can I have a hc for Tsumu (you can choose the other two) when his crush and roommate flashes him, like he shouldn't be home and when he open the door he finds his roommate without a shirt or just going out from the bathroom totally naked

and they were roommates

Atsumu x gn! reader

Osamu x gn! reader

separate scenarios, mentions of readers chest (but nothing specified), possibly bad writing.

anon i am so sorry for literally taking forever to write this. life got hectic and lots of changes happened, but alas i am here to deliver this very cute prompt <3

a l s o: i sometimes get carried away with unnecessary back stories that i am too lazy to ever fully write out. but i still find them cute to think about and share, so i decided to include summaries of these storylines that are completely unnecessary to the actual plot lmao. read here if you'd like :)

Atsumu:

Atsumu doesn’t want to come off as a total virgin when he sees his crush/roommate (it’s complicated. See notes above for the narrative i created for absolutely no reason), completely topless; so he tries to play it off as cool. He'd start off by just staring in shock, face instantly red before he looks away, but for some reason does not make the conclusion that he should leave. So he stays in your room, the door still wide open from when he barged in moments ago, while you’re definitely shielding your top half from the sudden intruder. His brain short circuits and the best thing he comes up with in that moment is to try and be seductive, but he stutters the entire time so it doesn’t go too hot for him.

“I-i just wanted to see your-, wait fuck no, I mean take! I’m g-going to take you to dinner to-tonig-”'

Taking pity on his nerves, while simultaneously getting tired of his incoherent sentences, you decide to cut his rambling short.

“Yes Atsumu, I know! Now leave please!”

He yelps out a “Yep!” before scurrying away and closing the door behind him. When you finally emerge from your room in order to go to dinner (which is why he was even going into your room, to check if you were ready for the dinner he had already asked you out to several days before), his face is still beet red. It takes him awhile to make eye contact with you throughout the night, please take pity on this dork.

Osamu

Now Osamu has a little more class than his twin brother, but not by a whole lot. It was by complete accident, he swears! How was he to know that when he gave you one of his old high school t-shirts, you were going to change in his room and not yours! So when he opens his bedroom door to look for his phone, his eyes find a lot more than just the device. He also can’t hide the instant blush that appears on his cheeks, and he certainly can’t help the fact that his eyes linger a bit at your chest however! He at least has the decency to yelp out a “s-sorry!” before promptly leaving and shutting the door behind him.

His heart is pounding, eyes blown wide as he stands outside his room, asking himself did that really happen?

He’s unfortunately given no time to process the previous events as you soon open the door back up. This time your shirt is fully on yet Osamu has a hard time making eye contact.

“I-I’m sorry, I was just looking for m-my phone I didn’t know-” Osamu begins before you take pity and interrupt him.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry for using your room without telling you. I thought you were still setting up for movie night and your room was just closer so I thought to change here real quick. My bad” you sheepishly apologize, your cheeks also feeling a bit heated.

Movie night started off awkward as you both sat on opposite sides of the couch, both still with blushing face. But by the end of the night, the exchange was forgotten, or at least seemed to be as you both were snuggled up in each other's presence.

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