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#atsumu one shot
ceijoh · 2 years
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title: holy ground
summary: in which miya atsumu is completely in love with you and you find that very hard to believe. 
word count: 3.2k+
warnings/contents: angst, fluff, humour 
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Miya Atsumu has always been a stubborn man. He was stubborn in his opinions, and feelings, and contrary to the popular belief that he flies through people romantically -that was not the case. 
He’s only ever had two major loves in his life, the first being the girl in the cereal commercial when he was a kid. Atsumu was dead set on marrying her and living on a dairy farm, and plus free cereal for life. It wasn’t until he found out that she wasn’t real -courtesy of Osamu- that he refused to believe in love. 
He’s had crushes and flings, sure, especially in high school, the majority of people do. However, he was too busy trying to win Nationals and be the best setter in Japan that romantic relationships often took the third or fourth spot in his priority list. 
Then he met you. It was raining, Atsumu remembers meeting you. You coming in, rushing into the training centre, while you handed off a bento box to his personal trainer. Watching from  the ground he was sitting on, watching as you turned, almost slipping on the floor because of your wet shoes, and Atsumu rushing over to help you before anyone could. 
Looking down at your wide eyes, your mouth parted in shock and the sheepish smile that soon took over, until he said, “Oi, watch where yer goin’, could have damaged the floor wit’ that face.” 
At the scowl on your face, and a clever comeback on your lips, he decided right then and there that you were the only person that was going to be in his heart. You were the only person that he wanted to love, and he wanted to prove it to you. 
What Atsumu didn’t know was that loving you was quite a challenge. He was expecting you to put up a little fight, but ultimately after a couple of weeks, you would fall into his arms and you would start your happy ever after. Because that’s how the greatest love stories go, right? 
It wasn’t easy for Atsumu, it turns out you were more closed off to the idea of love than he thought. Having been burnt from past lovers, and not really having your parents as good relationship models obscured what your idea of love was. 
You told him that you weren’t ready for a relationship, not after your last ex. The pain and games he put you through wasn’t worth the bits and pieces of affection that he gave you. You needed to take time to work on yourself, to find out who you really were before starting a relationship. 
Plus, you weren’t over your ex, as much of an asshole as he was, he still had a place in your heart, and while Atsumu was starting to slowly creep in, you refused to start something with him while your heart wasn’t fully committed to one person. As much as you have started to fall for Atsumu, you just couldn’t do that to him. 
Atsumu knew all of this. He knew he had his shortcomings. He knew that he was impatient when it came to things, but with you? He would wait a million years if he had to. 
He remembers the conversation he had with you when he first declared that he loved you, and you said that he was being stupid. Which he probably was, because it was months into being friends with you.
 “I’m in love with you,” Atsumu blurted out as you sat down next to him. You slowly passed the bag of takoyaki to him. 
“Well, I know that I did you a favour by bringing the best takoyaki Osaka can offer but I didn’t realise it will bring such a strong reaction,” you jested as you willed your heartbeat to slow down. 
“I’m being serious,” you knew that he was. From the moment he finished his sentence, you would have placed all your money that this moment was the most serious moment in Atsumu’s life. 
“‘Tsum, we’ve talked about this,” you turned to face the ground, unable to look at the distraught or angry look on his face. “I can’t. Not yet.” 
“I never said that I wanted us to be in a relationship,” Atsumu smiled at you fondly, not that you could see it. Placing the bag by his side, Atsumu slowly reached out for your hand that was now fiddling with the bottom of your top. “I just wanted ya to know,” he shrugged, as if the atomic bomb he just dropped was a mere raindrop. “I don’t mind waiting, if it’s for you.” 
“What happens if I ask you to wait forever?” 
“I’m a patient man.” 
“You’re one of the most impatient people I know.” 
“I can learn.” 
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“I think, I think that I may want to start a relationship with him,” at the knowing glance of Tsukishima, you rolled your eyes. 
“Wow, you’ve finally come to the conclusion that everyone has,” at the bluntness of his tone, you roughly shoved him. Looking at his watch, “It only took you long enough.” 
At the passing comment, you frowned. “Do you think I took too long?” 
Hearing the sincerity in your tone, Tsukishima’s smirk dropped a little, and briefly looked at Kuroo who just shrugged at him telling him silently ‘you fix it’. 
Tsukishima scoffed and rolled his eyes, “That man is wholly in love with you that it’s so fucking disgusting, anyone and everyone can see it. You could be fifty and he would still love you the same amount, possibly more.” 
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Letting yourself through the door, you called out Atsumu’s name. Hyping yourself up mentally, you felt pretty good. You felt confident, and this was something that you’ve wanted to do for a long time. You looked at your hands which were slightly shaking and you closed them tightly, swallowing the heartbeat in your mouth. 
Walking over to his couch, you briefly looked at the beautiful view that Atsumu’s apartment overlooked. It was absolutely breathtaking. Calling his name out again, you watched as he popped out from his bedroom, a bright smile on his face. 
Feeling your heart relax at the sight of him, you smiled largely. Before you could say anything, you heard another pair of footsteps, turning around to face the person, you couldn’t help but feel your heart drop to your stomach. 
You’ve seen this before, you’ve felt this emotion before. Before, you would have cried and screamed and stormed out of his flat before he or she could say anything. But now? You felt frozen, numb and detached. It felt like you were watching the scene unfold in front of your eyes but you were not yourself. 
“Oh Atsumu-san, thank you for lending me your shirt,” a woman you’ve never seen before walks out of Atsumu’s kitchen, looking at the clothing that was now on her body. 
Finally noticing that Atsumu wasn’t wearing a shirt either, your brain connected the clues. Eyes roaming over his body, you couldn’t detect any love marks, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have them. 
Turning to you, Atsumu paled. No, fuck no. This was not happening. Pinching himself, he realised that this was in fact happening. “(Y/N), it’s not what you think.” 
“OH!” You yelped out, forcing yourself to calm down by clenching your first, you internally berated yourself. This was not the time to cry. “Oh, I’m so, sorry,” you rushed out your apologies, bowing profusely, already mentally and emotionally checking out of the place. You both gave them a tight lipped smile, “I’m just leaving, I’ll leave you two.” 
Rushing out the door, desperately trying to wipe away the tears before any of them saw, you ran to the elevator. Punching the key to make it go faster, you could hear Atsumu’s footsteps rushing out to catch up to you. 
Praying to every deity you could think of, you were finally blessed when you heard the familiar ding. Pushing the lobby, and forcing the doors to close, you kept your eyes down as you saw Atsumu rounding the corner before the door closed. 
Gasping and leaning on the wall, you let out a painful sob. You knew this was going to happen, eventually this was going to happen. It always did, so why did this kill you more than anything? If this was love, you didn’t want it. 
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“(Y/L/N)-san,” the familiar voice of the waiter greeted. Looking at the clock and realising that it’s only been a couple of hours since he last saw you, “You’re back.” 
Shrugging and smiling at him, he led you to your favourite booth. Sitting down and telling him your order, with a few extra sides, you collapsed forward. Realising that this was the booth that you and Atsumu always sit in brought a new fresh set of tears. Your heart clenching, you tried to drink some water to try anything to distract you. 
You sat there in silence, not even bothering to look at your phone. You knew that Atsumu was calling you and texting you by the frequent vibrations. Maybe tomorrow when you’ve had a somewhat decent night's rest and food will make your head feel more balanced. 
“No Miya-san, today?” The waiter asked as he placed down the first couple of dishes. 
Looking up at him, you smiled politely, “He was preoccupied doing other things.” 
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“I thought we made a promise that we’d never go here by ourselves?” 
Clenching your jaw, you refused to look at the man standing by the booth. And you promised to wait, jerk. 
You watched as Atsumu leaned back into the booth, grabbing his own chopsticks and picking up the dumpling you were about to eat. 
“Miya Atsumu,” you warned, giving him a glare. All he did was grin back at you and plop the dumpling in his mouth. Unaware that it was a soup dumpling, which earned you a front row seat to the MSBY star setter burning his mouth and panicking as the hot soup went all over his clothes. 
Glaring half-heartedly at your laughter, you handed him some napkins. “Serves you right for trying to eat my food.” 
“But ya love me,” gone was your smile and easiness. 
Once cooled down, Atsumu began to eat bits and pieces of your food. “Ya know, yer one of the smartest people I know,” he looked up at you after eating a piece of beef. “So why are yer so dumb right now?” 
Offended you scowled at him, “What the actual fuck, ‘Tsum?” 
Leaning back into his seat, playing with the placemat, “Why do ye think that I’d sleep with someone else when I told you that I love you?” 
Glancing away from his stare, you looked at the restaurant around you. It was dead quiet, and you could hear the quiet rain from outside. Shrugging, you took a sip of your drink. “I mean, it’s been so long I thought that maybe you would have been done waiting. I wouldn’t fault you for sleeping or wanting to sleep with someone else.” 
It hurt to say those words to Atsumu because you hoped that he didn’t. While it was selfish of you to indirectly ask him to wait, you just wanted someone to wait for you, like all you've been doing all your life. 
Atsumu rolled his eyes and leaned forward, flicking your hand once -which earned another scowl, he looked at you. A part of you wanted to look away but something inside of you told you that you needed to look at him. 
“I told yer, and I’ll gladly tell you again, that I’ll wait for you,” he stated simply like you just asked him the weather. 
“But why?” 
Shrugging, “Because I love you. Yer it for me, no one else. If I have to wait another year, or ten years, I’ll do so.” 
“But why?” 
“Do ya want a list?” he arched his brow and when you didn’t respond, he shrugged, and paid complete attention to you. “First, you make me laugh. With yer stupid dad jokes that ya tell all the time, the weird tiktoks that you send me at 2 in the morning, or yer goofy lil’ habits,” struggling to keep eye contact with him, you looked down on the table. “Yer never fail to make me smile, especially on the rough days after losin’ a match, yer always there to bring a smile to ma face.” 
Tapping twice on the table, you watched as his fingers moved over to yours and started tapping on it, one, two, three, pause, one, two, three, pause. 
“Second, you support me. Ya’ve always had ma back even when I was the shittiest person to be around, do ya remember how many times I’ve snapped at ya when I was tryin’ out for a spot on the National team? After every snap, after every argument, or when I’ve left ya on read -not on purpose, by the way, you’ve always been there waitin’ for me. 
“Yer always the first person that I tell when I accomplish somethin’, (Y/N), because I know that when you say yer proud of me, I know ye mean it, yer not just sayin’ it.” Now leaning forward, he fully grasped your hand, he silently knocked your foot with his, a subtle gesture to make you look at him. 
“But yer also the first person I tell when I fail somethin’. I never liked talkin’ bout me failin’ anythin’, because,” shrugging Atsumu dropped his sentence. “The point is, I know yer still gonna see me as ‘Tsum because it doesn’t matter in yer eyes if I win or lose a match, because ye love me for me.” 
Putting up three fingers, “Third, your opinion -apart from Ma’s and ‘Samu’s but they don’t count- is really the only one I care ‘bout. Every time I do somethin’, I think ‘what would (Y/N) think of this?” 
“Fourth, ya make me feel complete. It’s like this thing inside of me, ya know? That I didn’t realise I wanted or needed until I met ya. Everytime I’m around ya it makes me happier, now don’t get me wrong, yer one of the most frustrating people I know but that makes me want to be around more.” 
Taking a deep breath, he finally held up all his fingers, and smiled softly at you. “Fifth, when I picture myself in the future, retired and just livin’ the life with Samu, ‘Kaashi and their kids, the person I see myself with, is you. Yer the only person I’ve ever imagined that with, I’ve tried and imagined it with other people to see, but it felt wrong, it felt like I was trying to fit ya know those wooden shape things into the wrong hole. I have plenty more, if ya want but those are the deeper ones that I know, if ya want the smaller stuff, I can do that too,” Atsumu spoke to you as if he just hadn’t redefined what being in love meant. 
You knew that deep in your heart, and thanks to both of your friends that Atsumu was in love with you. But this? This was everything and more. This was the movies you watched, the songs that you listened to, the stories you heard, the things your heart has longed for and more. Atsumu was more.   
Paying attention to Atsumu, you watched as he began pulling out his phone, “I made a list, do ya want to see?” He quickly tapped on his phone and his notes appeared, your eyes quickly scanned the list, a long list if the sidebar had anything to say, as Atsumu started listing off the smaller things, “Ye make those weird noises when you don’t think anyone is looking, ya talk to yourself a lot, ya cry at all of those animal videos.” 
Locking his phone before you barely got to the halfway point, Atsumu placed his phone on the table and took a deep breath, “But the reality of it is, I don’t care how long it takes for you to say ‘okay ‘Tsum, I’m ready’ because I’m always going to be here waitin’ for ya, maybe we’ll be type of couple where it takes a long time for us to get together, and yeah, there’ll be hiccups,” a small serene smile appeared on Atsumu’s face. He looked at you, like the many times he has before. It was the same fond look, the kind where it makes you feel warm and fuzzy. “But then, it’ll be perfect. You an’ me.”
Plopping the final dumpling in his mouth, he grinned at you while pointing his chopsticks, “Plus, when I sit down our kids’, it’ll be a hell of a story, don’t ya think?” 
Not being able to say anything, you picked up the extra set of chopsticks on the table and pushed the dumplings in the middle. Atsumu’s heart lightened as he saw your peace offering. Maybe one day he’ll tell you that this was the hardest moment in his life. 
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“Come on,” he bent forward and you looked sceptically at him. When you didn’t hop on his back, he rolled his eyes. “We have to walk for like ten minutes to get to yer place, and yer wearing those shoes ya don’t like because it makes your feet hurt,” turning back around, “now hop on.” 
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It was a Thursday night, yours and Atsumu’s Thursday nights. You were sitting on the kitchen counter as you watched him prepare the dinner he was excited to make. He was talking you through it; Osamu had one of the cooking shows in the background while Atsumu was over, and the dish caught his eye.  Watching him right now was something you knew you could do for the rest of your life. 
It’s funny really, for you, you thought it would be this giant explosion that hey! You’re in love! Or there would be this grand epiphany. But that never happened. Maybe it was slow at first, a slow burn that when the ember finally sparked into a forest fire you didn’t realise. Or maybe, it was always there. It was there when you first met Atsumu all those years ago, him helping you and then insulting you.
“Hey, ‘Tsum,” you watched him turn around. You thought that your heart would be beating so hard that it would be flying out of your chest, but this was the most calm you’ve ever been around him. Tilting your head, you smiled at him and he knew. 
“I just wanted to tell you that I love you,” you spoke softly. There was everything in those words that you just spoke, and from all the times you thought it would be the hardest thing to say, it was somehow the easiest and truest thing you’ve ever spoken. 
Grinning, you saw his eyes tear up before coughing to hide it. “Yeah?” Walking over to you slowly, fearing that it was one of the many dreams that he’s had before. Finally reaching you, he hesitantly reached out, hands shaking. 
“Yeah,” pulling him into your arms and breathing in the familiar scent you’ve now come to realise was home, you whispered the words that made Atsumu feel whole, “I’m so in love with you Miya Atsumu.” 
Miya Atsumu is a stubborn man, and you were thankful for that. 
‘...but i don't wanna dance, if i’m not dancing with you.’ 
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teamatsumu · 8 months
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Praise (Atsumu x reader one shot)
Summary: Atsumu won’t stop complimenting you, always telling you how beautiful you are. You think he’s full of crap.
Pairing: Miya Atsumu x reader
Word Count: 1,829
Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive language, swearing
A/N: Okay, first Atsumu one shot, finally. Hopefully yall like it!
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Your short huffs and the click, click, click of your heels were the only sounds on the concrete of the parking lot as you made your way to your car. The night air was particularly still today, causing you to build up a sweat within minutes of being outside. You fumbled with your tiny purse to pull out your keys, settling into the driver’s seat before sighing and letting your shoulders slump. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the seat, feeling your lips turn into a frown.
This did not go how you thought it would.
Your date was nice enough. He was kind and asked all the right questions. He hummed in all the right places and told you enough about himself and his life to get you intrigued. You were feeling very happy with how the night was progressing. You were sure, positive, that there would be a second date. How could there not? You both were vibing like crazy.
It seems you had completely misread him though.
Right outside the restaurant, just as you were about to suggest you two go for a little walk and continue talking, he had raised a sheepish hand to rub the back of his neck, apologizing that you just weren’t his type. He thought he was being subtle when he looked you up and down as he said it, but you knew what he meant immediately.
He didn’t find you attractive.
If this had been a few years ago, you would’ve been crushed at the thought. But you were no longer the timid girl from high school anymore. You were a grown woman with a good career. Things like this didn’t faze you much now. You were more annoyed than anything else at having wasted your one free night on something like this. Dating wasn’t something you were particularly interested in at this point in your life, not when you had finally started settling in at your job. And the thought that tomorrow at work a certain blond setter would ride your ass until you told him how the date went made you scowl even harder.
Sometimes you wondered if Atsumu had ever heard the word ‘professionalism’ in his life. He sure as hell didn’t show it. Especially when it came to you.
You had joined MSBY as their brand new manager seven months ago. You had been slightly timid at first, and way in over your head, having to manage a V1 Volleyball team right off the bat. Combine that with how hyper some of the members could be, and you had the perfect recipe for chaos. At that time, you hadn’t anticipated that these boys would become some of your closest friends. And you couldn’t have ever dreamed that Miya Atsumu of all people would be the one you’re most fond of.
Atsumu loved to claim that you had caught his eye as soon as he saw you, boasting that he had seen your potential and that you would be sticking with them for a long time. He had been right, of course. MSBY was notorious for going through managers like they were candy. No one stuck around after the first month. Except you, and Atsumu liked to think it was because of him.
True to his nature, he had flirted with you endlessly since you joined the team. If it wasn’t corny one-liners that showed you just how much of a dork he was, it was stupid and sleazy innuendos that made Sakusa groan and glare at him in distaste every time. Nothing deterred Atsumu though. He was hell bent on reminding you that you were the ‘prettiest manager we ever had’. And he thinks it’s because he made you feel so welcome (his words not yours), that you had stuck around for so long.
You didn’t have the heart to tell him that his incessant flirting had actually made things much more difficult for a while.
It was Atsumu who had hyped up the prospect of you going on a date. He had ranted and raved that your date was a ‘lucky son of a bitch’ and how you would blow him away the minute he saw you. He had gone on and on until you were red in the face and scolding him to stop and get back on the court to practice.
You blamed him for your current predicament actually. No matter how much you ignored him or shot him down, his constant compliments had gotten to you. How could they not? You were still human, and Atsumu was, by your own admission, an attractive guy. Him telling you that you look beautiful more or less every day had given you this false confidence in yourself and that’s why you had agreed to go on a date in the first place.
(You knew your reasoning was a stretch. But blaming Atsumu felt good so you went with it.)
Your phone pinged, shaking you from your thoughts. You narrowed your eyes at the phone screen. Speak of the devil.
Miya: How’s it goin’? Ya gettin laid tonite? ;)
You rolled your eyes at the text. Thumbs typing a reply quickly.
You: Make me something to eat. Preferably ramen.
Miya: Aw no :( That bad?
You didn’t reply, putting the car in gear and heading over to your new destination.
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A steaming bowl of beef noodles waited for you at the Miya residence, which you slurped down even though you had dinner not even an hour ago. Atsumu puttered around in the kitchen behind you as you half-focused on whatever volleyball game he was going through on the TV. You had hiked your dress up to your hips, Atsumu’s gray sweatpants covering your legs. Your hair was pulled into a messy knot on top of your head to keep it off your sweaty neck.
He finally sat down next to you with his own bowl, and the sounds of slurping and gulping overtook the thumps and cheers coming from the screen in front of you. For a minute, you two basked in the silence.
“So what happened?” He asked with a full mouth, voice slightly muffled. His eyes were still focused on the screen before him.
You sighed and chewed. “He said I wasn’t his type.”
Atsumu rolled his eyes at that and made a face. “‘Course yer not. Yer way too much for him ta handle.”
You gave him an offended look. “Huh?”
Atsumu nodded. “I mean, look at ya.” He gestured vaguely with his chopsticks. “And in that dress? Phew.”
You rolled your eyes. “You always do this, Miya. You always say all this mushy crap. This is all your fault.”
That made him pause, wide brown eyes looking at you. “Ha? How is it ma fault? What did I do?”
You glared down at your bowl as you thought of your next words. “You always talk about how beautiful I am,” you cringed. “Saying all these things to make me feel confident. Then I talk to an actual guy and realize you had built me up for nothing.”
Silence filled the space between you two as you stuffed another generous helping of noodles into your mouth, glaring at the TV and trying to ignore Atsumu’s stare on the side of your head as he set his bowl down on the coffee table.
“Okay, first of all, what do ya mean by ‘actual guy’?” He pouted in indignation, crossing his arms. You nearly snorted at the image. “Second, I never lied to ya! Not once! Well-” he stopped abruptly and pursed his lips in thought. “That dress ya wore for Bokuto’s birthday last month was fuckin’ hideous but-”
“Hey!”
“But that’s the dress’s fault, not yers!” He finished loudly. “I mean, ya still looked fuckin’ gorgeous-”
“Stop-” You held a hand up, placing your bowl next to Atsumu’s before frowning at him. “That’s what I’m talking about. Why do you keep doing that?”
He let out a frustrated huff. “Ya think I’m lyin’? Ya think yer not pretty?”
You shrugged. “I mean, I’m okay.”
Atsumu was already shaking his head at you, still scowling, his arms crossed. You trailed off and stared at him. It felt like you were being scolded like a child.
“I wouldn’ lie to ya, Y/N.” He said quietly. “Ya gotta be one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen. Like for real.” He ruffled his hair a bit, sighing. “That jerk made ya get all insecure ‘bout yerself. I gotta fix this.”
You could feel your neck heat up at his words, looking back at the TV when the sight of him became too much. This is exactly what annoyed you about Atsumu. He was too blasé about saying this stuff. He came off as so intimate at times, his words crossed so many boundaries. He didn’t even realize how much you were affected by his bold remarks, especially when he was sitting right there before you, in a black tee that stretched just right over his chest, and shorts that showed off his gorgeous thighs-
You closed your eyes and breathed deep and thinking about his words. How the hell was he going to “fix” this?
You nearly yelped out loud when you felt something soft make contact with your lips, eyes popping open to comprehend that Atsumu, your annoying, volleyball-playing, smirking, rowdy, smoking hot coworker was kissing you, placing a hand behind your head so you wouldn’t pull away, moving his lips over yours so deliciously it made your breath stutter and your eyelids flutter shut, until you were giving in and kissing him back. Your heart was beating a mile a minute, feeling yourself melt when Atsumu thumbed at the corner of your jaw, tilting your head so his mouth fit against you better. Your hands remained frozen in your lap, unable to move in case it broke the spell over you two. You let him guide the kiss, reveling in how soft his lips felt and how good he smelled so up close.
It felt like it was over too soon when you separated with a last, loud smooching sound that made your cheeks flush. Your breaths mingled, Atsumu not pulling away more than a few inches. You looked into his wide brown eyes, saw how his pupils dilated, the red that was creeping up from his neck to his ears.
“Ya believe me now?” He muttered, staring directly at your lips with a look so heated that it made your insides squirm. You hummed.
“I think,” you sighed. “I think I’m going to need a lot more convincing.”
He smirked at that, a teasing glint entering his eyes as his lips met yours again, harder this time, more sure, pushing forward until you were falling back into the plush cushion beneath you and his massive frame was hovering over you, the sounds of the TV completely ignored in the background.
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satoruzlove · 1 year
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best friends to lovers with tsumu):
you two had become friends via osamu, because he loved how witty you were and this lead to you going over to their houses. atsumu comes back from a workout one day and sees you in the kitchen, for a moment he’s confused and then he realises that osamu has finally brought you over- so ofc he starts interrogating you. he asks you everything about yourself ; siblings, hobbies, parents, etc and osamu walks in on you explaining why you think that your zodiac sign doesn’t align with you. he immediately knows that you and tsumu are gonna get on amazing.
so as time goes it’s not just you going over when there’s no lectures or just to see samu, but now atsumu too. you three sit in the living room in silence as you play on your phones, or you cook together, little things. atsumu starts to feel very comfortable around you and when him and samu are alone he asks , “does yn have a boyfriend or anything?” and his twin IMMEDIATELY knows what’s going on😭😭😭😭it’s sooo embarrassing gelp me cus osamu gives him the most atrocious look ever, and he puts his drink down, “ why are you asking?” he questions. atsumu mumbles an aggressive, “‘m just fuckin’ asking, twerp.” and leaves. osamu wanted to tell you, but he really wanted to see how this played out.
so now when you came over osamu always had ‘things to do’, leaving you alone with tsumu. he knew what was going on but he refused to mention anything. you became acquainted with tsumu’s other friends and they always gave him a cheeky side eye whenever you sat with him or hugged him. this is when your suspicions raised. it ends up being a year of friendship and he still doesn’t know what to say because god if you knew how he felt you’d understand just why he can’t seem to confess.
he didn’t know how to describe it at first , and he didn’t understand. so much as seeing you against the counter of his childhood kitchen made his tummy do back flips because he had leaned on it too . he touched it- you’re touching what he touched. your hair looked so perfect although disheveled by the sheets of osamu’s bunk and the colour of your clothing complimented your skin tone gorgeously. the way your beautiful eyes widened in surprise when he entered the kitchen, light bouncing off them and displaying a sparkle that he never would’ve noticed on anyone else.
when you two talk, about everything and nothing - his heart squeezes for you. the way you spill your guts to him with a childish giggle and the way your eyes lock with his as he does the same. atsumu cant get enough of everything about you. it’s always the small things about you- the things he never noticed about anyone- that make him so impossibly warm around you. so impossibly famished of your love and attention that he could just collapse because it feels like he has no air to breathe when you place your attention on samu rather than him.
it’s because of samu that you found out ; or told rather. atsumu had grown so frustrated with samu this week. he kept stealing you away, taking you places, walking you to lecture halls knowing damn well that atsumu’s were too far away to do that. it upset him. the worse part is that he knew that his twin was aware. atsumu concludes that that’s why he was even doing this, to get him to confess. and it worked beautifully.
atsumu had texted you, “ meet me at my house, backyard , love ya!” .
it wasn’t unusual for him to randomly crave a late night talk so you went with zero suspicion. you trotted through the front door and slowly made your way to the back yard calling for tsumu. he never responded. his heard- was pounding and his palms weeped sweat as he heard your footsteps become closer and that’s when you saw it.
a blanket splayed on the ground, fairy lights adorning the awning above you as the dew cling to the ridges of it. the yellow hues bouncing off of your best friend’s golden hair made him look heavenly - of a religious book - as a smile widened onto his pretty face. he rushes up to you, wide form holding you. it’s soft , childish and if you tried hard enough you could feel the excitement radiating off him. when he pulls back a bit, you hear him whisper ,
“i have something to tell you, gorgeous. cmere.”
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luvingtsumu · 2 months
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( MIYA ATSUMU X FEM!READER )
warning— timeskip atsumu, thief au, mention of guns.
notes— english is not my first language.
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As the alarm went off you pressed the emergency button and then laid down on the ground, covering your head as the rest of the people at the bank.
You listened to male voices shouting, loud steps and even some people were crying. You were about to cry too.
You knew the protocol, it wasn’t that hard, but you never actually experienced a robbery, and the anxiety was killing you. The loud steps became even louder as they approached you.
Fearfully, you raised your head, looking at two man towering over you, staring right into your soul, one of them had a large gun, the other one had just a pistol; but they were both wearing black masks that hid their faces.
“I’ll take her.” the one with the pistol said “Ya can go see if there’s anymore money over there.” he pointed at some place with a head gesture, making the other man leave.
You couldn’t see his face, but you could somehow feel his smirk.
He crouched next to you, his gun went to your chin making you look up.
“Hello.” he simply said, with a weird kind voice— but you knew it wasn’t a real kindness “Yer gonna take me to the vault.”
It was just left to do what he asked, you nodded without looking into his eyes.
“Words, babygirl.” he said.
“Y-yes.” you answered with a trembling voice.
“Alright.” he said, picking you up from the floor as if you were made of air “Let’s go then.”
Your legs almost made you fall when he put you on the ground, you felt your knees weak.
“Make it fast, I wouldn’t want ta use my gun on such a pretty face.” his gun was on your back, pushing you to walk.
You nodded, his words shaking you up a bit, but you managed to walk nervously and guide him. You opened a big door as he followed behind, that’s when you remembered.
Shit.
The fear of making a mistake that will take your life was real, and you could barely find your words.
“The elevator is shut down b-because of the emergency.” you said with a trembling voice.
He groaned “Ya can get me there, right?” you saw his eyes narrowing behind the mask.
“W-we have to take the stairs.”
His eyes went to the stairs next to the elevator, he cursed under his breath and took your wrist, dragging you with him.
“Move yer legs if ya don’t want me to shoot yer brains out.”
His words made a shiver run up your spine.
You walked as fast as your weak legs allowed you. You went down 5 steps, then 10, then 20…
“How long is it gonna take?” he grumbled.
“W-we’re almost there.” you said, and you weren’t lying.
Soon enough a big door appeared in front of you two, he sighed and pushed you towards it.
“What are you waitin’ for? Open it.” his gun pushed you again, his finger dangerously over the trigger.
You nodded and pulled out the keychain with like 10 keys on it. Normally, you would know easily which key was the one for the door, but in this situation, you didn’t even remember your name.
Your hands trembled when you tried to put the key on the lock, only for you to realize that you got the wrong one just when you managed to get the key in.
“What’s yer damn problem!? Fuckin’ open it! Ya want to die here!?” he said, clearly annoyed and even panicking a little bit.
A small whimper escaped your lips and you felt like you were about to collapse.
“I’m so sorry.” you said in a weak voice as hot tears fell from your eyes, you didn’t mean to cry, but you couldn’t help it.
He sighed, taking a deep breath before he spoke more calmly “What’s yer name?”
You turned your head to look at him “y/n.”
“Such a pretty name for a pretty girl.” he took off one of his gloves and took his hand to your face, wiping your tears with his thumb “Calm down, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to scare ya, I apologize.”
You gulped. Your tears suddenly stopped, you didn’t knew if it was because his action comforted your, or if his cold touch made you froze “I-It’s fine.”
“Now, can ya please open the door?” he asked, putting his glove back on his hand.
You nodded, turning to the door again. After a deep breath and looking at the keys for a few seconds, you managed to remember which key was, so you carefully put it in the lock and unlocked the door.
“Good girl.” he said, ruffling your hair— or more like a way to push you inside the room.
You walked to the vault and placed your thumb over the fingerprint scanner, but it didn’t open. You sighed before drying your sweaty hand on your jean, then you tried again.
With a loud sound, the vault opened, you heard the man talking to someone before you turned around.
“Thanks, babygirl.” he said, looking inside the vault “Stay here for me, can ya?” he pushed you to a corner, making you trip with your own feet, falling to the ground.
You stayed on the ground, looking up at him as he started to take some of the money and put it in a bag.
“What’s your name?” you said, but you quickly froze when realized you were thinking out loud.
He stopped for a few seconds to look at you, his eyes giving away that he was smiling under the mask.
“That’s not for ya to know, yet.” he answered before going back to his business.
Soon enough another two man that helped him empty the vault appeared, and when they were done, their eyes fixed on you.
You uncomfortably moved more into the corner, but they all took steps towards you.
“What do we do with her?” one of them said.
“Do I have to kill her?” the other one pointed his gun at you, making your eyes go wide open.
“Don’t.” that familiar voice talked again.
He made direct eye contact with you, his brown eyes looking into your soul, but for some reason, you didn’t feel intimidated anymore. His eyes were kind, almost tender— innocent. But you knew his eyes were probably already like that, because considering his actions, he wasn’t innocent at all.
“She’s my prize.” he smirked, looking at you up and down “Take the bags, and take the girl too.”
Wait, what?
And after feeling a hit in the head, everything went pitch black.
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bokutosmochi · 1 year
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THE JELLYFISH AND THE PIRANHA ♡ MIYA ATSUMU
miya atsumu x gn!reader
"two orders of drinkable ice cream for miya atsumu and @qichun please!"
ingredients? knowing how much you love sea creatures, atsumu decides to take you to an aquarium for your first date.
what's it? fluff in the beginning and a hint of crack/humor by the end
allergen warnings? n/a
sugar level? 0.7k
regulars? @tokyometronetwork @tahonet
parlor's note? i adore sea creatures and i already had an idea like this on my notes so i really enjoyed writing this -- researching was also very enjoyable.
bon appetit!
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atsumu was the one to suggest going to the famous osaka aquarium kaiyukan for your first date. as the black jackals' manager, the two of you have spent so much time together so the setter was well aware of how much you loved animals, sea creatures especially. "it's supposed 'ta be visually stunnin'" he said, when he asked you out, but right now as you stood in front of the tank of various colorful tropical fish, his eyes were elsewhere; the so-called visually stunning sight not at all in his line of sight. instead, his large brown orbs were focused on nothing but you.
he admired the way the blue hue of the water reflected on your face. your face was already glowing with happiness, a rare kind of sparkle in your eye that's only brought on by genuine happiness and the shades of azul lighting hightlighted your features making you look like flawless in atsumu's eyes.
he swore, he felt his heart stop when you turned to look at him with the sweetest smile on your face, "'tsumu! look, it's dory!" you beamed at him, pointing at the familiar looking fish, a school of palette surgeonfish also known as the blue regal tang, or dory as you so affectionately called it swam right in front of you in the great barrier reef tank of the aquarium.
"you" you look like you should be a model "you're such a child." he grumbled thankfully - he knew you would never let him live it down if he told you that on the first date - being able to catch himself mid sentence. "'course ya would say that the blue tangs are dory." he rolled his eyes.
you laughed at his reaction and shook your head. "oh please, you can't convince me that wasn't your first thought too."
you held his hand in yours and pulled him to the next fish tank.
it was then that atsumu thought taking you to an aquarium for your first date was fate and a genius decision on his part for more ways than one: firstly, going to this aquarium was on his bucketlist, supposedly one of the best attractions osaka offered so he killed two birds with one stone - and even better, he was able to share this moment with you - secondly, you were absolutely enamored with marine animals so this couldn't be considered a lazy date on his part - and although there was nothing wrong about some lazy dates, that was not how miya atsumu rolled. he was there to be the best, to be a one of kind, and undoubtedly the best you could ever have, and thirdly - the one he was the most thankful for - you cannot see him blush while you held his hand because of how dark it was.
according to the signage by the tank, this one is the ecuador rain forest tank. atsumu laughed at some of the fishes swimming about making you smack his arm lightly -- some people were starting to stare.
"that one's you." he said, pointing to the red piranha floating above a log-like decor, then paced steps ahead into the jellyfish tank. "and this one's obviously me." he pointed to a bolinopsis mikado.
you shot him a glare as he walked back over to where you stood. "you're so rude, miya. this is why our pr team prefers bokuto-san over you." you crossed your arms then went back to gazing at the fishes.
"aw, c'mon," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around your figure from behind and propping his chin on the top of your head. "ya should be flattered a gorgeous, mystical jellyfish like me hangs out with a piranha like you."
you narrow your eyes and immediately shrug away from his hold, making him stumble forward and pout at you.
"you know, miya, i usually kiss on the first date, but i think i'm gonna make an exception for you." there's no bite to your bark, only a light-hearted teasing, but atsumu trails behind you whining all the same.
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i get: reblog
you get: marine animal stuffed toy
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wttcsms · 3 months
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when you know, you know, atsumu miya ;
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pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 1k synopsis atsumu considers marriage to be a trap, until he realizes that even a lifetime commitment to you isn't long enough content contains fluff, talks of marriage!!!! he's a softie
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It starts off like this: nobody sees Atsumu Miya getting married — not now, not ever, not in the foreseeable future, nor in any of the millions of alternate and parallel universes that may or may not exist.
You’re just not the type of person we see settling down. 
Yeah, that might be true, but it still stings a little. It stings when he sees the white picket fences, and the cars with the MY KID’S AN HONOR STUDENT bumper stickers. It stings when he happens to accidentally catch a rerun of those family-centered sitcoms; the ones where they argue during the day and make up at night, with some cliche moral to the over dramatic situations that have occurred onscreen fifteen minutes ago. It stings when he watches his teammates get engaged and he has to congratulate them — he’s genuinely happy for them, don’t get him wrong — but still… 
It doesn’t matter. Atsumu Miya has long since held the firm belief that he’s just not the type of person the whole “fall in love, get married, have a family, cue the domesticity cuteness overload” schtick is meant for. Besides, it’s not like it’s something he’s spent years obsessing over (maybe months, at most). 
He rationalizes his bachelor status (that’s been a part of him for so long that it’s getting to become somewhat of a red flag for potential girlfriends) as him being the only one left with his priorities straight. After all, he doesn't have to worry about things like parent-teacher conferences or crayon drawings on the wall or trying to buy flowers to make sure the wife isn’t too mad when he comes home late. 
After all, he tells everyone, settling down is still settling. 
And Atsumu Miya, under no circumstances, ever settles.
Which is an ideal he clings to with such a tight grip, if it were flesh and blood, it would be suffocating. He doesn’t, he decides after a while, believe in marriage. 
(That is to say: he doesn’t believe that it’s possible for him. 
It’s not what he says explicitly, but it’s what he truly means.) 
So, when he tells you this on your second date, you’re a little stunned, but you’re quick to recover. Okay… So that’s the explanation you’ve been waiting for. The reason why this six feet two inches tall professional athlete with a bank account he generously withdraws money from has been single for so long is because he doesn’t believe in marriage. 
Other than that, he’s been nothing but great. Near perfect. So, all you do is nod and continue on with the original topic of the conversation. Eventually, your budding romance blooms into something much bigger than either of you ever anticipated or saw coming, and while you yourself have never mentioned the M-word after that date, it’s all Atsumu can think about right now. 
Marriage.
The concept of it looms over your relationship; a perpetual gray cloud that threatens to flood this perfect little relationship and have it all go down the drain. You never brought it up after he basically told you he would never marry anyone, and he never brought it up purely because — well — he’s a bit of a coward. 
He’s the type of person who’s set on his own convictions, by the way. If his balls ever drop, and he decides to Man Up, he figures he’ll start the conversation just like that. His stubbornness is nothing new to you, but him figuring out that he might be wrong makes his stomach feel funny. It’s sick and twisted. 
“Hey, what do you want for dinner tonight? I’m at the store right now, and I’m in the mood to cook.” He can picture it clearly: you, standing in one of the grocery store aisles, phone balanced in between your ear and shoulder as you compare the ingredients of the name brand and generic cereal. 
He’s in the locker room, about to pack up his gym bag (that you’ll complain reeks) and head back to his apartment (that’s starting to feel a lot more like yours, with the way your skincare products dominate the bathroom counter), and it hits him so suddenly, he has to sit back down on the bench. 
Atsumu Miya thinks that marriage isn’t for him, and as a defense mechanism, he decides that marriage sucks anyway. But through the tinny speakers of his phone, he can hear you toss something in the shopping cart. He hears the faint crying of a toddler in the background, and then he starts to think about what it would be like to walk around the store with a baby that takes after you. Right now, you’re already sleeping in the same bed with him at least four times out of the week, but it would be perfect, he thinks, to get the privilege to wake up to you every morning.
“Atsumu?” You try to get his attention, and Atsumu tries to ignore the warm and fuzzy feeling he gets when he considers a future with you. Settling down is still settling, he tells himself, and then he thinks of the way you looked when you caught the bouquet at a friend’s wedding. The pleased smile on your face, the triumphant way you held the flowers over your head, head thrown back in glee; you looked absolutely radiant. You caught his eye, and you quickly lowered your hands, giving him a sheepish grin. 
He realizes now that if anyone is settling, it’s you. You don’t know that he notices the way you tear up at weddings, or how excited you sound when you get back from dress shopping with one of your friends. You want to get married, and the only thing stopping you is him.
He’s spent ages deluding himself into thinking that he’s somehow losing if he decides to trap himself into a marriage with someone, but no one can accuse him of settling when it’s you he’s marrying. You’re the prize. You’re the only person in the world he wants to give his last name and an obnoxiously big ring to. 
“Make whatever you want, baby. I’ll eat anything.” He’s checking the locations for the nearest jewelers in his immediate vicinity. “I might be a little late, though. I have to check on something.” 
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atsumulogy · 1 year
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“atsumu, when i die —”
“no, stop, don’t say that. ‘ya aren’t going to die.” he interrupted you before you could even finish, his gaze burning.
“of course i won’t, i’m immortal!” you joked. and to this, he flashed a small smile.
“but, hypothetically, if i do die, i want you to make my coffin look cute. maybe LED lights? yeah, and —” you were cut off with your rambling by a kiss to your lips. the two of you savoring the fleeting moment, gripping onto his shirt as you felt yourself weaken from his touch.
“yes, angel, i’ll do that okay? now stop yappin’ about ‘ya dying. ‘ya aren’t goin’ to die. i — i won’t even let ‘ya.” he said with so much determination that you couldn’t help but believe him.
your eyes feel heavy. “‘tsumu?”
“hm?” he looks at you, shimmering eyes.
“i’m tired, i wanna go to sleep.”
“oh — okay, sure — i, i love ‘ya, goodnight. let’s talk again tomorrow, m’kay?” he asked, the hope in his voice felt quite cruel to even exist.
“of course, i love you.”
the beeping from the monitor went to a deafening halt. atsumu felt like he was suffocating, the air in his lungs evaporating. you — the air that filled his lungs, the air he breathes, ceased. the shimmer in his eyes turned into tears.
you two never really did get to properly talk again tomorrow, or the day after that, or ever again.
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luvtsumu · 10 months
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atsumu's "bad" habit
atsumu x chubby reader!!!!, friends to lovers, more of a blurb of thoughts tbh LOL, gentle biting???, fluff, middle school atsumu, high school atsumu, timeskip atsumu LOL
best friends to lovers atsumu who never outgrew or got rid of his habit of biting you. at first it was a cuteness aggression, something he picked up from his mom who used to always lightly bite him and his brother's arms; now it was just a bad habit that is 9 times out of 10 done unconsciously
it started in middle school when you were voluntold to be his partner for a class project that would have to be worked on during summer vacation. the heat is brutal and so you had shown up to their house in shorts and a tank top that showed your arms off—all the other times you just showed up in a baggy shirt that allowed the breeze to hug you before leaving through the rest of the shirt.
there was no wind that one day--at all--so this was the first time atsumu had caught a glimpse of your shoulders.
he fought the urge to bite you the entire time you two were working on whatever the hell it was—it's not like he actually focused. it was only when dinner time came around and you had to go that something just came over him. at the door, as he and osamu were saying goodbye to you, atsumu just leans over and gives you a soft bite on the arm with his lips covering his teeth.
you literally froze and just gawked at him, unsure why the hell this dude was doing what YOUR mom would do
"atsumu!" osamu hissed, smacking his brother which pulled his twin right back into reality. atsumu stands straight with his face flushed red and frantically rubs your arm.
"m'sorry! i couldn't help it! y-yer so--" he swallows thickly, panicking to find the right words. his rubbing only gets quicker which generates a tickling heat on your skin. "yer just-- i was just-- when i-- i mean--"
it's only when you burst into laughter and grab onto his wrist that atsumu's shoulders relax. in fact, his whole body could have just dropped to the ground.
"it's okay," you reassured him with a smile, dropping your hold to give his hand a quick, gentle squeeze. "my mama does that, too. says it's because i've got chubby arms 'n it reminds 'er of marshmallows."
atsumu gasps and nods. "y-yeah!! and-- and yer just so sweet anyway!"
the biting continued and sometimes he'd even ask to which you always responded yes. it's not at all hurtful and it's pretty cute, especially when atsumy accompanies with a little chomping noise.
his teeth never actually grazed your skin, always covered by his lips to make sure he never actually hurt you. sometimes, if he couldn't bite you, he'd just opt to give you a gentle pinch. his nose would always scrunch when he did this and you'd always laugh.
eventually, it went unnoticed. eventually, because perhaps you were enabling him too much, the biting actually reached to other parts of your body like your shoulders, your forearms, sometimes even your ankles. but it was never something you two noticed. eventually, it was something others always noticed.
like that one time in 3rd year high school that atsumu bit (once again with his lips covering his teeth) your cheek to say goodbye.
"why don't you just give her cheek a kiss?" suna chuckles as he, the miya twins, and ginjima made their way from the cafeteria to the gym for a quick meeting, "it's more normal that way, you know?"
atsumu gives him a confused look. "huh? what do you mean?" the blond tilts his head. "why would i kiss her cheek?"
osamu rolls his eyes. he's tired of his brother's oblivion.
"why would you bite??? her cheek???" ginjima shoots back.
there's a silence and everyone just stares at atsumu. he, for the life of him, couldn't even recall that he actually did that. he bit your cheek??? really???? he's quick to yank his phone out of his pocket to text you, typing, "did i??? bite your cheek?????"
you respond with, "ya. i don't mind LOL it didn't hurt."
"bro i didn't even recognize that i did that."
"really? LOL i always thought you knew. you've been doing it more often actually. i really don't mind though. it's cute."
"yeah anything i do is cute. but damn. maybe i am an airhead..."
"yeah and conceited too :-|"
it eventually stops though when you two separate after high school. you went to osaka for university and atsumu went straight into achieving his dreams of professional volleyball.
of course you two didn't lose touch!! there were plenty of video calls, text messages, voice messages, video messages, personal poscast episodes, you name it!!! there just wasn't as much physical closeness as there used to. there was something missing and at first atsumu couldn't figure out what.
he tells you he misses you, says that things aren't the same when you aren't there to yell at him in person or throw things at him. he says it's even more lonely that osamu isn't with him 24/7. he says he's not used to having nobody whine about the heat, or whine about wanting a popsicle, or almost cry about an onigiri craving they've had for weeks.
and then, he remembers why it's YOU he misses. he jokes that he misses biting you and nothing satisfies him (even if he downs an entire bag of marshmallows ((which is???? wtf??? 😭😭😭))))))
you jokingly tell him there's so many new people he can meet and start biting, especially when he finds "the one"
this is you testing the waters a bit, wondering if atsumu might talk about any kind of feelings he juuuust miiight have. it's always been confusing for you, not sure where you fit when it comes to his categories of relationships. sure you were the only one he was ever that physically affectionate with... but what if it's because you two grew up together and he maybe sees you as some sort of sibling?
you're reassured when atsumu lets out the biggest sigh, telling you that "nah. no one's like ya. i only wanna bite ya. s'never gonna be the same and i don't even wanna try it."
you laugh and atsumu smiles. there's a dreamy look in his eyes that goes unnoticed by you during this video call.
but you see it so clearly when you surprise atsumu during one of his games.
"y-y/n?!" atsumu screams at the top of his lungs, "that you?!???!?! you standing there with my jersey number on??!?!"
you laugh and wave your arms, not even given a chance to respond before you're body checked almost to the ground. you laugh harder as atsumu cages you in his embrace, giving you the tighest hug you've ever had thus far. he squeezes you, lets his hands grab at your skin and breathes you in.
"i fucking missed you," he'd breathe into your neck, almost tearing up at the way his body knows he's safe with you, "even though you literally sat in a video call with me during my before game poop."
you laugh and smack his arm. "why would you say that out loud?!" you exclaim, your head thrown back which atsumu places his hand behind. he lets you stand, admiring you expression before joining you. he keeps you close though, his other hand glued to your hips as he moved the one behind your head to your cheeks.
"i missed these!" he beams, giving your cheek a pinch before leaning in to bite them gently. he pulls away, giggles to himself before nipping down your jaw, to your neck, to your shoulders, and eventually to your arm. your breath hitches the entire time and you're tense.
you're adults now. it's just a little different than before.
but it's all the same to atsumu. especially when he pulls away only to give you a quick peck on the lips.
"since suna was tellin' me that biting ya wasn't enough."
your expression twists, but the both of you share a laugh.
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minarixx · 7 months
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𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ✯ 𝐀.𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚
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"𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙘��𝙣 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙪𝙨."
PAIRING. Ex-Husband!Miya Atsumu x f!Reader
CONTENT. Angst!!, Sexual Content, Vaginal sex, Protected sex, Adultery, swearing, oral sex (f. receiving), usage of the nickname ‘Baby’, nickname, Vanilla,
Y/N grapples with an anguishing cycle of reuniting and parting ways with her ex-husband, Atsumu. Despite divorcing and attempting to move on, their magnetic pull keeps drawing them back into each other's arms. Y/N's struggle to break free from this toxic pattern intensifies until she faces a gut-wrenching truth: the cycle may never end.
WC. 4.9k
A/N. Inspired by Lorelai and Christopher from Gilmore Girls. One scene inspired by Little Women. Changed my theme. Haven't written a smut in a hot minute, hope you enjoyed. Not proofread
WARNING. Minors DNI
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The golden rays of the morning sun filter through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across your bedroom. As you stretch and yawn, a tinge of anticipation tingles within you. It's a new beginning, a fresh chapter, a chance to finally leave behind the turbulent past that has held you captive for far too long. But as much as you try to convince yourself that today is different, a persistent whisper of doubt lingers at the edges of your thoughts.
The scent of freshly bloomed roses filled the air as you opened a window to greet the sun. Your heart, however, was anything but calm. The wedding was mere days away, and doubts gnawed at your thoughts like a persistent whisper. The man by your side, gentle and understanding, seemed to be the epitome of everything you ever wanted. But why did your heart continue to waver?
As you looked at his smiling face on your phone, you couldn't help but recall the tumultuous journey that brought you here. Atsumu, your ex-husband, still lingered in the corners of your mind. The father of your child and the keeper of countless memories, he was a force you thought you'd escaped. Yet, like the tides that return to the shore, he kept coming back into your life.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over everything around you. Your thoughts wandered, tracing back to those moments with Atsumu. The magnetic pull between you two was undeniable, even after the bitterness of divorce. The way his lips touched yours, as if every kiss was a bittersweet promise of what once was. It was a dance you couldn't escape, no matter how hard you tried.
But you swore to yourself that you would not fall back into his arms. The cycle had to end. The pattern of coming together and then falling apart was a poison that had seeped into your veins for far too long. You had a new chance at happiness, a fresh beginning with a man who adored you. You had a child to think of, to protect from the storm of your past mistakes.
Despite your best intentions, the pattern persisted—new men would come into your life, each one kind, attentive, and eager to show you the love you deserved. They would sweep you off your feet with their affection, their promises of a brighter future, and their genuine efforts to mend the pieces of your wounded heart. You would let yourself believe, if only for a moment, that this time it could be different.
But the echo of Atsumu's touch lingered in your memory, and each time you gave in to the lure of someone new, you found yourself inevitably drawn back into his orbit. It was a dance of desire and despair, a tug-of-war between your longing for what once was and your determination to move forward.
No matter who or what, heated passionate nights were spent with Atsumu. In those moments, it felt like you were defying the past, proving that you were capable of experiencing love and intimacy once again. But as dawn broke, reality would seep in, leaving you alone in the tangled sheets, the remnants of a whispered promise hanging in the air.
Morning after morning, you would awaken to find his side of the bed vacant, a hollow emptiness that mirrored the recurring ache in your heart. He had a way of slipping away without a trace, leaving you with unanswered questions and a sense of abandonment that cut deep. It was as if he was a mirage, a figment of your imagination, haunting you until the next time he would reappear.
The aftermath of those stolen nights left you raw and vulnerable. It was a cycle you couldn't escape, a cycle that played out like a broken record, each refrain a reminder of your unhealed wounds. You would retreat into yourself, nursing your heartache, vowing that this would be the last time. But when he inevitably reappeared, all your resolve would crumble in the face of his familiar presence.
The constant push and pull between you two had become a toxic addiction, one you knew you needed to break free from. You had tasted the sweetness of a new beginning, felt the warmth of someone else's arms around you, but the pull of your shared history was an anchor you couldn't seem to release. It was as if the gravity of your past was too strong to resist, and no matter how hard you tried, you found yourself falling back into the same patterns
The divorce came with its fair share of heartache and tears, but you shared something that could never truly be severed – your daughter. The piece of your love that remained intact, a beacon of hope that someday you both could find happiness beyond the wreckage of your marriage.
But as the years passed, you found yourself caught in a web of emotions that you couldn't escape. Every attempt to move on ultimately led you back to Atsumu. It was as if a magnetic force drew you together, your bodies intertwining with a familiarity that bordered on painful. The pull was stronger than your will, a constant battle between your heart and your mind.
Then, when you least expected it, another man entered your life. His name was Futakuchi Kenji, and he brought with him a sense of joy and stability that you had been craving for years. His love was patient, his laughter infectious, and his presence brought a sense of calm to the chaos within you. With him, you thought you had finally found the solace you needed, a love that could mend the broken pieces of your heart.
Yet, the excitement that had once consumed you was now mingled with uncertainty. The dress fits perfectly, the flowers are exquisite, but an invisible cloud hangs over you. Are you truly ready to say goodbye to the echoes of yesterday, to the tumultuous love that has both lifted you and shattered you?
You stand before the mirror, your reflection a mixture of hope and apprehension. Your fingers brush over the delicate lace of your dress, and you wonder if you're making the right choice. Your daughter’s laughter echoes in your ears, a reminder of the little girl who deserves a happy family. You close your eyes, willing yourself to find the strength to move forward, to embrace the happiness that is within reach.
You had fought against the tide of doubt and uncertainty, working to convince yourself that this new beginning was what you truly desired. The doubts had quieted, your heart finding solace in the tender moments you shared with your soon-to-be husband. Yet, the memories of Atsumu remained, woven into the fabric of your history like an indelible thread.
It was on a night when the stars were hidden behind a blanket of clouds that you heard a soft knock on your door. The hour was late, the world outside enveloped in a gentle darkness. Your heart quickened as you approached the door, your senses tingling with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.
As the door swung open, there he stood. Atsumu. His silhouette was framed by the faint glow of streetlights, his gaze meeting yours with a mix of vulnerability and longing. Time seemed to stretch, the years between you collapsing into a single heartbeat.
"Atsumu," you breathed, your voice betraying a surge of emotions you had worked so hard to bury.
His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but no words came forth. Instead, he took a hesitant step closer, the tension between you palpable in the air.
"I... I needed to see you," he finally managed to say, his voice a mere whisper that carried the weight of years of history.
Your heart raced, conflicted emotions swirling within you. The memories of passion and pain warred within your mind, a reminder of the intricate dance you had shared with him. You opened your mouth to speak, to demand an explanation for his sudden appearance, but the words caught in your throat.
He seemed to sense the turmoil within you, his gaze growing more intense as if he were trying to read the very depths of your soul. The silence between you was a canvas upon which all the unsaid words of your past could be painted.
"I know I've hurt you," he finally said, his voice trembling. "I know I've left you alone, time and time again. But I couldn't stay away any longer."
The vulnerability in his eyes struck a chord within you, resonating with the parts of your heart that had never fully let go. You felt the walls you had built over the years begin to crack, the defenses you had erected threatening to crumble.
"You can't keep doing this, Atsumu," you whispered, your voice laden with a mixture of longing and resignation. "We've been down this road before. It's not fair to me, to us."
He nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. "I'm not asking for forgiveness. I just... I needed you to know that I've regretted everything. The pain I've caused you, the choices I've made. And now, seeing you on the brink of a new chapter, it's like a knife twisting in my chest."
Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him, torn between the memories that tied you together and the desire to finally break free from the cycle of heartache. The weight of his presence was overwhelming, a reminder of the past that had never truly let go.
"I can't keep living in the shadow of our history," you said, your voice wavering with emotion. "I deserve a chance at happiness, Atsumu.
He took a step closer, his hand reaching out as if to touch your cheek, but he stopped himself before making contact. The distance between you felt both vast and minuscule, a reflection of the complex emotions that had defined your relationship.
The world outside was still and quiet, as if it, too, was holding its breath, waiting for the next chapter of your story to unfold. The weight of your shared history, the moments of passion and pain, seemed to hang in the air like an unspoken secret.
And then, as if the universe itself had conspired to intervene, the words slipped from Atsumu's lips, a fragile plea that shattered the fragile equilibrium you had forged.
"Don't marry him," he said, his voice a hushed whisper that reverberated through the room, carrying with it a mixture of desperation and sincerity.
You pulled away slightly, your gaze meeting his, the raw vulnerability in his eyes cutting through the layers you had built around your heart. The words hung in the air, a delicate thread connecting you both, threatening to unravel the careful tapestry of your new beginning.
"Why?" you questioned, your voice barely more than a breath as you sought to understand the depths of his plea.
His eyes bore into yours, a storm of conflicting emotions brewing within them. "You know why."
The answer lay in the unspoken truths that had always lingered between you, the wounds that had never fully healed. But facing those truths meant confronting the painful memories and the reasons you had let go in the first place.
"No, no, stop it," you said, your voice shaking as you fought against the pull of his words. "Atsumu, you're being mean. Stop it, stop it."
His gaze held yours, unrelenting and intense. "I'm not trying to be mean, Y/N. I'm trying to be honest. For once."
His words struck a chord deep within you, resonating with the fears and uncertainties you had been grappling with. It was as if he had stripped away the layers of pretense, laying bare the complicated emotions that had always been at the core of your connection.
Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him, your heart a tangled mess of conflicting desires. The years of pain and longing had etched themselves onto your soul, and Atsumu's presence brought them all rushing back to the surface.
"You can't just appear like this and disrupt everything," you said, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and sadness. "You can't ask me to question everything I've built."
His expression softened, the intensity in his gaze giving way to a tenderness that mirrored the Atsumu you had once known. "I'm not asking you to question everything. I'm asking you to question whether you're truly happy, whether this is what you want."
The words seemed to hang in the air, a suspended moment pregnant with the weight of your decisions. The room was a cocoon, shielding you both from the outside world, as if time itself had frozen, allowing you to confront the emotions that had been bubbling beneath the surface for years.
You looked at him, your eyes tracing the contours of his face—the familiar lines, the small imperfections, the memories etched into his features. His gaze held yours, patient and understanding, as if he recognized the turmoil within you and was willing to bear the weight of it alongside you.
"I don't even know anymore," you admitted, your voice a fragile thread woven from a tapestry of doubts and longings. "I thought I did, but now... everything feels muddled all because you're still here, Atsumu. But i've made my choice"
Atsumu's gaze was unwavering, his eyes a canvas that painted a portrait of his longing and regret. In that moment, you saw the depths of his soul laid bare, the vulnerability he had always hidden beneath a façade of bravado. The years seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a timeless embrace.
As you met his gaze, a mixture of uncertainty and desire swirled within you. The memories of the past were like a tide, pulling you back into a dance you had known too well. But this moment was different—it was a crossroads, a pivotal point that could lead to either heartache or redemption.
His hand reached out, his fingers brushing against yours, a touch that sent a shiver through your entire being. Slowly, his thumb traced a path along your skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. His touch was a whisper, a wordless declaration of the emotions that flowed between you.
And then, as if following an invisible script written by fate, Atsumu's lips met yours—a tender caress that held all the weight of years gone by. The kiss was a delicate dance, a symphony of past and present, a melody that spoke of pain and longing, hope and redemption.
His lips were a promise, a promise of a love that had never truly left, a love that had always been woven into the fabric of your existence. The kiss was a testament to the unspoken words that had always lingered between you, the emotions that had been too complex to articulate.
As his lips moved against yours, the sensations were both familiar and new, a reminder of the passion that had once consumed you both. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken apologies and silent forgiveness, a kiss that held the weight of all the times you had come close and then pulled away.
In that moment, you felt a rush of emotions—the ache of the past, the uncertainty of the present, and the possibility of a future rewritten. The kiss was a bridge, connecting all the fragments of your shared history, reminding you of the love that had been both your salvation and your downfall.
As the kiss deepened, the world around you seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the sensation of Atsumu's lips against yours, the heat of his touch searing into your very soul.
When the kiss finally broke, you were left breathless, your heart pounding in your chest like a captive bird. Atsumu's gaze held yours, a mixture of vulnerability and hope shining within them. It was a gaze that laid bare his heart, his desires, and his willingness to confront the demons of your shared history.
The silence that followed was a canvas upon which all the unspoken words of the years could be painted. The room was pregnant with possibility, a testament to the choices that lay ahead. And as you looked at Atsumu, the man who had once held your heart, you realized that this moment was a turning point—a point where the past and the future converged, where old wounds could finally find their healing.
With a soft exhale, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his once again.
How can you resist him, when he makes you feel so good? When he’s giving you butterflies? 
How can you resist him, when he’s kissing you like you and him are the only people in the world right now.
How can you resist him, when he always knows your sweet spots? When he always knows how to make you moan his name?
How can you resist him, when you’re still always drawing back to him?
Atsumu let out a soft groan, he pushed his hands up your shirt. But before he continued he asked., “Where’s our daughter?” 
“She's at my mom’s house.” You looked up at him. He forms a big jerk smile on his lips as he continues his actions. He smashed his lips onto you as he moved up the stairs, pressing kisses along your exposed neck and shoulders. He opened the door and rested you on the bed. This has become such a cycle that he didn't even need directions to the master bedroom. He leaned down to turn on the lights and threw off his jacket. You kicked off your slippers and got on your knees to crawl to the edge of the bed.
You reached for the hem of his black shirt and pulled it up, “Your body still hasn't changed.” You said, staring at the familiar body you always seemed to end up under.
He kissed you again, now rushed and sloppy, gripping the skin of your ass. He laid you back down on the bed, hovering over you. He let go slowly biting your swollen lips before he kissed down your neck, sucking and leaving bruises along your collarbone and the top of your chest. He reveled in the soft moans he managed to get out of you, sounding so angelic.
He lifted your nightgown off you leaving you with only your panties, staring at your bare chest. He brushed over your nipple with the pads of his thumb, squeezing it before putting it in his mouth, sucking and licking on it while his hand groped the other one. you squirmed around letting out soft moans of pleasure. 
"You always liked getting your tits played with," he smirked. You bite your lips and nod your head. Of course he knew, he knew everything about you.
Through your panties, he pressed his thumb on your clit drawing out small whimpers from you. He moved his fingers down your clothed slit, cocky smirk on his face “Baby you are soaked." he chuckled. "Tsumu please." you whimpered. "Please what? tell me what you want" he continued rubbing you through your panties. "Please make me feel good." you whispered, embarrassed. He hooked his fingers through the lace, pulling it down and throwing it on the bedroom floor.
 He got down between your legs, throwing your legs over his shoulders. Lining kisses down your thigh and stopping just before your entrance, sucking on your thighs leaving marks. He always loved to leave bite marks. He looked up at you.
“Let me make you feel good, to remind you that no man knows your body like I do.” He moved his head back down and started sucking and licking your clit like he hadn't eaten in days, he was sloppy with it. 
Noises filled the air and you felt dirty. You wanted to feel bad for fucking your ex husband days before your wedding yet the only thing on your mind was Atsumu.
“Atsumu!” you cried out, closing your eyes and gripping on his blonde hair. “Look at me baby, please" he said, stopping his action. You followed his instructions but the eye contact and the stimulation was sending you over the edge. 
"fuck Tsumu im so close!" you whined. He just continued working his tongue over you while you pulled on his platinum blonde hair. You felt the familiar sensation in your lower body.
Atsumu licked up every last drop from your cunt. "You ready for more baby?" he asked, pushing his middle and ring finger past your folds, reaching further than yours ever could. "S-so good" you said trying to push the words out of yourself. He curled them inside you, rubbing against your walls, hitting the perfect spots inside you.
He leaned down and kissed you, tongue immediately in your mouth. “I think you're prepared enough.” he eased his boxers down off his hips and dick sprung out from the waistband. He got off the bed to grab and get his pants. Atsumu fumbled with the pocket, rushing to grab his wallet, in it was a picture of your daughter and you. He got out a condom packet and went back to his previous action.
He ripped the wrapper open and pushed the condom down his length and hovered on top of you, your arms finding their place around his neck bringing him closer. “Atsumu.” He lined his tip up with your hole and gently pushed himself inside you. He was stretching you out so good, the pain mixed with the pleasure was driving you crazy. This was the familiar feeling, the one your body knew all too well.
He was taking his time but you needed more, he knew that. He spread your legs further, pushing himself deeper inside you. He moved at a faster pace, hands squeezing tightly around your hips. "God y/n your body feels so good" he whimpered. His dick hit your g spot so right you weren't sure how much longer you would last. when he put his hand on your tit, squeezing and tugging at your nipple your chest arched into his hand.
he moved his thumb to your sensitive clit, rubbing slow circles over it, making you jump. "oh my god!" you wailed. "No one knows how to make you feel like this. No one can fuck you the way i do. No one knows your body the way I do." he said with a cocky grin on his face.
"Who do you belong to?" he asked, increasing the speed on your clit while he dug his hips into you. You could only whine and whimper in response. "Answer my question. I want to hear you" Your mind was clouded and all you could feel and think about was him. 
 "Atsumu fuck i'm gonna cum, i'm so fucking close.”
"Go ahead baby" was all he said and for the second time that time you came, face hot and chest heaving.
"I love you so much Y/N" he leaned down to kiss your forehead before he felt himself close too.
“I l-love you too Atsumu.” You weren't just saying this from the euphoria you were experiencing, you really meant it. No matter what man entered your life, he was always in the back of your head. He continued pumping inside you, until he whimpered and groaned, not breaking eye contact with you as he came too.
He flopped down in the bed next to you with a grin on his face. He reached a hand out to your cheek bringing you in for a gentle kiss. your legs entangled each other's and his arms wrapped around you bringing you closer as if to completely morph into you. "You okay?" he asked, rubbing a thumb over your cheek.
"yeah I'm okay" you smiled. 
His embrace was a promise, a silent commitment that spoke volumes without a single word. As the hours melted away, you lay intertwined, the rhythmic rise and fall of your breaths creating a symphony of shared hopes. His warmth against your skin felt like a shield against the doubts that had haunted you for so long.
"Stay," you murmured against his chest, the words a whispered plea that hung in the air like a fragile confession. "Promise me you won't leave."
His fingers brushed against the back of your hair, his touch tender as he held you closer. "I won't leave, Y/N. I promise."
The words were a melody that echoed within your soul, a promise that resonated with the deepest corners of your heart. As the night deepened, you drifted into sleep cocooned in his arms, his steady heartbeat a lullaby that chased away the ghosts of your past.
The night had been a fragile dance of vulnerability and longing, a tapestry woven with shared confessions and whispered promises. In the cocoon of darkness, you found solace within each other's arms, holding onto the belief that this time could be different, that the echoes of the past could finally be silenced. As the room embraced the hushed murmurs of your hearts, you held Atsumu close, his presence a lifeline that seemed to anchor you to a future you both yearned for.
Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow that painted the room in shades of dawn. You stirred, the remnants of dreams fading as you gradually returned to consciousness. But as your hand reached out, seeking the warmth of his embrace, you were met with emptiness—a void that seemed to echo with the hollowness in your chest.
Panic surged within you, and your eyes shot open, scanning the room for any trace of him. The sheets were rumpled, the indentation where he had slept a stark reminder of the promises that had been made.
Your heart raced as you sat up, the weight of disappointment settling over you like a heavy shroud. And then, your gaze fell upon a folded piece of paper on the nightstand. Your fingers trembled as you reached for it, unfolding the note with a mixture of dread and hope.
"I'm sorry," the note read, the words etched onto the page like a painful truth. "I wish things could be different, but I can't stay. It's better this way." The handwriting was a cruel testament to the fleeting nature of his presence in your life. 
The room was a prison of memories, each corner echoing with the promises he had made, the moments you had shared. But those moments were like fragile glass, shattered by his absence and your own naivety. The room felt like it was closing in on you with each breath you took.
The pain was a vice around your heart, squeezing out every ounce of hope that had dared to take root. The cycle had not been broken—it had merely paused, and the emptiness left in its wake was a gaping wound that seemed to bleed into every crevice of your being.
With a heavy sigh, you crumpled the note in your trembling hands, a symbol of the shattered fragments of your heart. The room held the ghosts of a love that had always slipped through your grasp, a love that had only ever brought you pain.
Tears welled in your eyes, blurring the words before you. The promise, the vulnerability, the hope—it all seemed to crumble in the face of his absence. The room was a silent witness to your heartbreak, the walls seemingly closing in around you.
The echoes of his presence seemed to linger, mocking the moments you had shared, the words you had exchanged. The morning sun, once a symbol of hope, now seemed to cast a harsh light on the reality that he was gone.
As you sat there, the room an empty canvas of broken promises, you realized that the cycle was far from broken. The pain was as raw as it had ever been, and the ache in your heart was a testament to the futility of hoping for change.
With a heavy sigh, you folded the note and placed it back on the nightstand. The room held the remnants of your shared night, a night that had held the promise of a different future. But as the sun continued its ascent, you understood that promises were fragile, easily broken by the weight of history and the pull of old habits.
As you rose from the bed, the room seemed to echo with the echoes of your footsteps. The cycle had repeated itself once again, and all you were left with were memories of a night that had briefly held the allure of a new beginning. 
Each step down the hallway was a testament to the weight of your heartache, a reminder that the cycle was an inescapable prison that had ensnared you both. The echoes of his absence followed you like a haunting melody, the anguished chorus of a story that had never been yours to control.
As you stepped out into the cold reality of a world that had once again robbed you of the happiness you so desperately craved, you carried with you the scars of a love that had always been a double-edged sword—a love that had promised salvation but had only ever delivered despair.
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eating at home ♡ ︎miya atsumu
How Netflix & Chill goes when Atsumu feels like showing off. c/w: dick sucking, mild exhibitionism a/n: i reread hq final arc and this came out. i’m not sorry. i’m not.
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He’s finally fallen into a routine with you now that the season has started and your projects have steadied, so you were both super busy still but your schedules lined up more which meant you got to spend more time together
Unfortunately that time was usually after a long day of work, so your default date night became splitting collection responsibilities for food/drink and then meeting on the sofa nest after a quick shower and decanting food on plates for either movie or game night
The process of picking something to watch included bickering about scrolling through the watchlist every single time before you eventually settle on the first thing you both considered when the food is all done
You thought it was pretty funny after a few of these date nights how you’d spot a third limb in his trousers every time you hit ‘play’ on whatever you’d decided on for the evening
“I hope you’re still hungry,” Atsumu says almost every time, waggling his eyebrows suggestively (/comically) as he boldly pulls down his sweats enough to expose his jewels to you (who said romance is dead?). Sometimes he will take the base of his cock and wiggle it at you as part of his seduction, winking salaciously to top off his attack which served as a great excuse to touch himself when he was extra horny.
“You’re an idiot,” you say dryly in return, rolling your eyes at his pouting but shuffling down to settle your head comfortably in his lap as he beams at you. His cock swells when he spots you licking your lips, focused on him entirely as warmth blooms between your legs.
One such date night was interrupted by a consistent buzzing from the setter’s phone, every five minutes like clockwork until he finally checked his messages, frowning as he held your head in place as his mood would only worsen if you were interrupted in your delicious suckling.
Sakusa demanding that Atsumu make his presence known at the bar the team had been dragged to by the sunshine duo (Bokuto & Hinata) - how dare you ditch without telling me and leave me in the presence of these sunshine psychopaths?
Atsumu tutted, staring down at you as he considered his options.
On one hand, he always enjoyed being out with the team, even if his social batteries were dead afterwards. It’d been a while since they’d been out and there had been talks of other teams showing up, so it would’ve been a fantastic evening. Bokuto and Hinata never failed make a good time for everyone. Sakusa would provide endless entertainment in his discomfort and likely pay for Atsumu’s last drink and ride home with him if he did show his face.
On the other hand, your cheeks were flushed pink and your mouth sloppy as you feasted on his  cock like a starved woman. Your hands cradling his balls as your tongue spun circles around the tip, the sight of his member disappearing into your mouth and your skillful massage of the base with your tongue as your throat contracted around him. The hard ring of muscle into your throat made his breath catch with every bob of your head. Throwing his  head back, Atsumu groaned ecstatically at the sensations and his circumstances, tangling his hands in your hair in a desperate attempt to keep himself from coming undone right there.
“Baby, hold still,” he breathed, quickly positioning his phone camera to capture the captivating sight of his cock buried in your throat, your hair hiding your face from being too recognisable but clearly capturing your tongue pressed hotly against his balls. Snapping a couple of photos, he switched to video and hit ‘record’ just as your need to breathe started taking over. Pulling your head back, Atsumu caught the moment his cock popped out of your mouth, slapping you in the cheek before you manoeuvred to catch him again in your next breath, never one to let him escape for too long, smiling slightly when you succeeded.
You settled into position, sucking straight in as you hummed at him, somewhat inquisitive about who was so interested in speaking to him that evening. Atsumu hissed as his member seemed to get even hotter, pulsing in rhythm to every motion you made.
Atsumu’s breathing getting heavier didn’t escape your notice as he turned his attention fully back to the phone, finally stopping the recording. “Omi-kun is upset that - ah - that I didn’t meet them, s-so I’m going to show him what I’m doing instead, okay? Jesus fuck, baby.. yes, just like that..”
Frowning at him, you shifted to sit up but was stopped by his hand holding the back of your neck, gently but firmly keeping you in place. “It’s nothing  he’s not seen before, and you look so pretty.. you didn’t mind last  time, did you? It’s just Omi-kun.” His hands started working the muscles  in your neck - shockingly soothing when you remembered how long he’d  been fucking your face for - before working his way down your back, digging his fingers into your sweet spots as he worked his way over the curve of your backside. His much longer arms had no issue reaching the apex of your legs, slipping two fingers into you as you spasmed in  response to the unexpected intrusion, the blush on your cheeks deepening  rapidly as you tried to moan around the obstruction in your mouth.
“So, I’m just gonna ask again. I’m gonna show Omi-kun proof that my evening is much better and that I’d be a madman to join him. You good with that, baby?”
You wanted to shake your head ‘no’, because how humiliating for his teammate to see you gagging for his cock. It was bad enough the last time Kiyoomi walked in on Atsumu fucking you stupid - you had barely registered when the door opened in your direct line of sight and you made eye contact with the spiker from your incredibly exposed seated reverse cowgirl position. You didn’t miss his eyes zeroing in on where Atsumu was thrusting diligently into you, unaware of your new guest (?), the slapping of your bodies connecting drowing out the small creak of the dormitory door. Your cunny registered his presence before your brain did, and you clenched hard.
Your  thoughts were still trying to catch up to your brain and Kiyoomi was still frozen at the doorway when Atsumu pinched your clit and you lost your fucking mind. With a squeal, you broke eye contact with Kiyoomi as your pussy gushed juices harder than you ever had before, missing Sakusa by inches as he snapped back to reality and slammed the door shut with a curse. Atsumu had laughed for nearly ten minutes when you’d told him that Omi-kun had caught you both, a gleam in his eye as you hid your face in his chest and tried to ignore the tingle of him continuing to move in you, slowly. “So you came so hard because someone else was  looking at you?” Atsumu teased, pinching your nipple when you shook your  head desperately ‘no’. “Liar. You loved it.” Your boyfriend hadn’t let you live it down since.
Including now. “Oh,  your pussy fluttered. I think your pussy would like me to show Omi-kun how pretty you look when you enjoy your dinner. What do you think?”  Atsumu teased, twirling his fingers and massaging your g-spot expertly.
“Mmm,”  you eventually nodded weakly, unable to form coherent words and closing  your eyes shyly as you tried to push down the feeling of humiliation at  your body betraying you. It was embarrassing, Kiyoomi seeing you like  that, so why was Atsumu showing you off making you tingle like this?
“Fantastic,” Atsumu grinned cheekily, chuckling as another admonishment from kiyoomi pinged on his phone, demanding a response.
Yes, Atsumu would be a total fucking idiot if he went out over spending the evening in with you.
One photo of your cheeks stuffed full with his balls, the short video he just took with the message “baby wanted to eat at home” was sent to Sakusa, which was read immediately
“You piece of shit” is the only further message he gets from his dear Omi-kun which  causes an odd tingle of joy to bubble in Atsumu’s chest
Atsumu ignores his phone for the rest of the evening in favour of piledriving you into utopia and Sakusa learns to never contact Atsumu on a date night unless his wank bank needs new material. ( ̄▽ ̄)
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the-haikyuu-trash · 2 years
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people from my high school are getting married and i run a fucking haikyuu blog
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ceijoh · 1 year
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title: my wish is you 
summary: where his best friend is in love with him 
word count: 4k+ 
warnings/contents: angst, jealousy, insecurities, doubts, fluff (f!reader)
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You never once questioned your position in Atsumu’s life. You were his partner, his support, his home, the person he shares his weird jokes and thoughts with. 
You knew that he loved you the most, but you weren’t his first love. It didn’t matter to you, hell, you had your first love before Atsumu but he just wasn’t in your life anymore. However, it couldn’t be said the same for Atsumu. 
You knew their history; they were good friends in high school, became best friends in college and she’s stuck by him ever since then. She’s known Atsumu for longer than you have and that never bothered you. Relationships aren’t defined by time, they’re defined by feelings. You knew that they both held feelings for each other at some point but there wasn’t enough courage on either end to make it happen. 
Everyone thought they would end up together, until you showed up. You caught his attention right away.. There was something Atsumu felt that he’s never felt before. You and him just clicked on levels he wasn’t even aware of.
When he told you all of this, Atsumu half expected you to tell him to never see her again, which would hurt him but if he needed that for your boundaries he would. Though you never did. You understood their feelings, the situation they were both in, but she never tried anything, so why should you tell him to stop seeing her? Besides, he was with you, he chose you and not her to be with. 
He had enough courage to ask you to be his because even for one second, the thought of you slipping through his mind, he knew that he would have regretted it for the rest of his life. 
You were very neutral towards her, you tried to like her at the start of your relationship, you did for the sake of yours and Atsumu’s relationships but she never did. Or maybe she did try but it was the bare minimum. While you tried to make time to hang out with her, she always came up with the excuse that she was busy, however when it was Atsumu asking her it was always a resounding yes. 
You tried to turn a blind eye to some of her behaviours when you truly got serious with Atsumu. Calling him at night, the constant texts from her during the day, expecting to do the things she did with Atsumu before he got into a relationship with you. The way that whenever you three hung out together, or even in a group, she always made you somehow feel like the third wheel. Sharing the inside jokes that she and Atsumu have, the memories that you weren’t there to remember. It just hurt. 
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You decided to bring it up with Atsumu one night, after dinner. Putting the last wet dish on the rack, you turned to him. Noticing your eyes on him, he placed his phone down and grinned at you. “Whatcha ya thinkin’ ‘bout, angel? 
Fiddling with your hands, you took a deep breath. “Remember when we first started dating, and how you told me that you and Sato-san had feelings for each other?”
Gone was the calmness Atsumu felt around you, and instead his heart picked up its pace. Where were you going with this? 
Noticing his change in breathing, you quickly rectified, “I know that you don’t have feelings for her anymore, ‘Tsum,” reaching over to grab his hand and squeeze it gently. “I just don’t think that she’s over you. Actually, I don’t think she’s ever gotten over you.” 
Now feeling at ease, knowing that you didn’t think of him being in love with someone else. “Does that bother ya?” At your glance, “Wait, don’t answer that!” 
Shrugging, “I mean I feel uncomfortable with her always asking for your time, cutting into our dates. I know she’s your best friend, ‘Tsum, but she’s just always there asking for your time. It seems like I can’t even go on a date with you because she somehow knows and calls you and interrupts us.” 
Atsumu knew you had a point but this was also one of his closest friends, “(Y/N), we just spent a lot of time together before, she’s just gettin’ used to it.” 
“It’s been three years, Atsumu,” you knew that he was going to defend her, you would have been shocked if he just took your word. “Do you or do you not remember what happened on our first anniversary?” 
Remembering back to the day, he did remember her texting him and calling him all day to remind him that they were supposed to have a gathering around Osamu’s place, something they often did. It just so happened that it fell on your anniversary night. The others were fine with it, knowing that your anniversary was more important than a casual night but she felt hurt. 
“No one that just sees you as a best friend does that,” you reasoned out. “No one gets hurt if you’d rather spend time with your partner than your friends.” 
Gulping you realised that this was probably the best time to let out all of the feelings you had about her. 
“It’s just every time we hang out with her, it feels like she’s the one that’s dating you and I’m just your friend. The memories that you share together with her, the jokes, I don’t have those ones that you always bring up when we’re around with your friends, Atsumu,” feeling the familiar prick of tears in your eyes, you quickly brushed them away, something Atsumu took notice of silently. 
“It makes me feel hurt, it hurts me. It feels like I don’t belong in this stupid little world that the two of you have together.” 
“I don’t have the years that she has with you Atsumu, I don’t have the memories of you falling over in front of the ice-cream truck, and how that started such a great summer. I don’t have that!” Gone was the rationality that you wanted when you started this conversation, instead the hurt, the isolation, the inferiority you felt around her was speaking. 
“I’m so worried that one of these days, you’ll wake up and feel like you made the wrong decision, that it was her all along, and I was just someone in the way of that,” noticing that you were crying openly, you brushed them away but it seemed like they never wanted to stop. Not able to speak anymore, you instead focused on your hands, tears still streaming down your face, a sniffle here and there. 
Feeling a wave of defence over his best friend, Atsumu sighed. “Look, (Y/N). I don’t think Michi is in love with me, okay?” He looked at you intently, “Yeah, she gets touchy sometimes and she brings up these memories but that’s the way she’s always been.” 
Flabbergasted that Atsumu just brushed your worries away, you scrunched up your brows. “Are you telling me that it’s all in my head? That her actions are just friendliness?” 
Atsumu didn’t say anything, which you took as confirmation. “What would happen if I did that! What would have happened if I did that with Genji?” At the sound of your first love’s name, Atsumu subconsciously grimaced. 
“How would you feel -as my boyfriend- if we hung out with Genj? The fact that I bring up all these memories that Genji and I share, that you weren’t a part of? How would you feel if I started hugging Genji longer than necessary, Miya?” You spat out. Yes, you were still hurt and angry but you thought your boyfriend would have at least pandered to your worries. 
The feeling of his heart clenching at the sound of his surname and your ex-boyfriend's first name in a sentence made Atsumu feel queasy. 
“I tell you that I’m worried that you’ll leave me for her, and you can’t even comfort me?” You spoke raising your voice, your nostrils flared and you clenched your jaw. “You were so willing to make up excuses for her, but you can’t even spare me some shitty words to comfort me,” scoffing you rolled your eyes. 
You mumbled something under your breath and stalked off without another word. Atsumu, feeling ashamed of the actions he just did, sat down on the couch. Never had you spoken like that to him before, relaying the conversation in his head, he knew that he rightfully deserved it. 
Why? Why did he feel such a need to make excuses for her? Why couldn’t he have just said the words he wanted to say? That he doesn’t care if they have a bunch of history together, his future only has you in it. He only wants a future with you and no one else. 
Walking into the bedroom, he expected to see you in bed curled away from him but all he saw was an empty bed. Panicking and his heart beating fast, did you leave? Where did you go? He quickly walked to the bathroom, sighing in relief when he saw your things were still there. Moving towards the spare bedroom, he turned the handle only to find out that it was locked. Something shattered within Atsumu when the door didn’t open. This has never happened. 
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In the morning, Atsumu woke up, spread his hand out, ready to pull you into him. When he felt the empty space, he sat up, trying to get used to the sun, shaking his head. Where were you? When he remembered what happened last night, he clenched his fist and fell back into bed. 
Walking into the living room, Atsumu noticed you by the sofa, a coffee in your hand. His heart felt like it could crack in any minute, and he felt like shit. This was the first time in your relationship that you two decided to sleep apart and fuck, he never wanted that ever again. 
“Hey angel,” his voice was groggy, and he noticed that there was no breakfast. 
“Sorry,” you shrugged, “I just woke up. Had a shitty sleep.” 
Chuckling slowly, “Tell me about it.” 
You both shared a look, and Atsumu felt a little lighter. Walking over to the machine, he could feel your gaze on him. He knew he needed to sort this out now but with an important practice in a couple of hours, he knows he can’t. 
“I’m sorry about-” 
“It’s fine,” you cut him off sharply. “It was my fault to bring it up.” Finishing up your last sip of coffee, you placed it in the sink. “I have a meeting today, I’ll be late so there won’t be any dinner but you have plans with her don’t you?” 
You didn’t have to ask, it was their Tuesday night after all. Looking at your phone, you glanced back at Atsumu, “Actually, I’ll be in and out with meetings all day. Try not to text me, I probably won’t be able to respond.” 
Without another word, you walked up to your shared bedroom intent on getting ready as quickly as you can. 
Stunned at your cold and blunt words to Atsumu, something you’ve never done. Maybe in a teasing tone, but it was always accompanied by a smile. Just how much did he fuck up? 
It was thirty minutes since he last saw you, sitting by the couch sipping his coffee, looking through his phone. He heard you and looked up. Fixing up your blazer and moving quickly to the door, you looked at Atsumu. “I didn’t have time to make your bento today, but maybe she can, if you text her.” Without another word, the door shut. 
Whether it was a metaphor for your feelings with Atsumu, the man did not know. 
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“Tsum-Tsum, where’s your lunch that (Y/N)-chan always packs?” Bokuto asked, noticing that his teammate just had some store bought pre-made lunch. 
Ashamed, Atsumu was quiet for a moment, earning looks from his three teammates. Hinata looked towards Bokuto and Sakusa who just shrugged in response, “Are you okay, Tsum?” 
Nodding quickly, Atsumu smirked and threw his arm around Bokuto, “Don’t ya worry Bokkun!” 
Tossing in a joke, Atsumu hoped his teammates would just let it go and not pay attention to the rising tension. 
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“(Y/N) has never once missed making your lunch, even when she had a fever she still made something for you,” Sakusa’s voice brought him out of his thoughts. Turning to the black haired man, Atsumu watched as Sakusa narrowed his eyes at him. “So, what did you do?” 
Plastering a fake grin on his face, Atsumu gave him a thumbs up, “Nothing, Omi-Omi! Don’tcha worry!” 
Blocking Atsumu’s sidestep, Sakusa glared the older man down, “I am worried because my friend is not responding to me.” 
“But I am responding to you.” 
“I’m not talking about you,” Sakusa snapped. It was weird for Atsumu, two people that he cared for a lot, who he’s annoyed until they’re red in the face but never snapped or raised their voice at him, just in less than 24 hours. “Iwaizumi-san says that she’s not responding to him either. Talk.” 
Atsumu sighed in defeat, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to leave without indulging Sakusa with the problems with you. He didn’t want to tell more people about this, he wanted to fix this as soon as he could, and he’d rather not have other people interfering. Realising it was too late, as Sakusa and Iwaizumi knew of your behaviour, and knowing that if they knew, your other best friends and his brother would definitely know, Atsumu knew he was in deep shit. And maybe Sakusa can give him some advice.  
“I mean, can you blame her?” He turned to Kiyoomi who was staring at him with distaste. “I mean, you basically told your girlfriend that her feelings weren’t genuine. That she was just making it up in her head.” 
“I never said those words,” Atsumu spoke angrily. 
Sakusa just shrugged, “You implied it though. By not acknowledging her feelings, you gave her the assumption that you don’t care about them. Just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean that it’s not happening.” 
The younger man brushed off the invisible dust, and sanitised his hands, placing them in his pockets. He looked at Atsumu once. “You’re lucky that she didn’t break up with you,” Kiyoomi stated bluntly. “I wouldn’t fault her if she did.” 
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Entering her house, something he’s done plenty of times, this was the first time it’s ever felt wrong. He could see her by the kitchen, she turned around giving Atsumu a beaming smile. He shouldn’t be here. This felt wrong. This felt like betrayal. 
“(Y/N) thinks yer still in love with me,” Atsumu began, no point in beating around the bush. Rubbing his face, tired of the day, tired of the fight, “But I said yer not, yer just sentimental.” 
Michi paused her movements, and turned around to face Atsumu. Heart beating in her chest, she tucked a piece of hair behind hair. This was it, this was the moment that she’s been waiting for. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, Michi finally said the one thing she’s been dying to say, “But, Atsumu, I do love you.” 
Atsumu sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his hair, “Why now? Why now that I’m with (Y/N)?” 
“You knew, you always knew that we had something going on!” 
“And we never took a chance, did we?” Atsumu spat out. “That was both of our faults!” 
“We were supposed to end up together,” she mumbled, the confidence she had moments ago slowly disappearing. 
“We were kids,” Atsumu rebutted, fire in his words. “What I have with (Y/N), this is serious. This is what I’ve been wantin’ all along.” 
“We had that!” 
“We never did!” Atsumu was tired. He was tired of all of this, he didn’t expect this to blow up this big. “Maybe we had a taste of what could be, but what you and I had, does not and will never compare to what I have with (Y/N).” 
“I’ve known you for longer, Atsumu, I know you better than she could ever hope to,” she pleaded. “I’m in love with you, and I know that you’re in love with me. We were supposed to be together, it would have just taken longer.” 
Atsumu moved his mouth to say something, but all he could do was stare at her. He wanted to say ‘maybe in another life’, but the words couldn’t escape him. And he knew that if he said it, it would be a lie. In this life and any other lives that he has, the only person he wants to share them is with you. 
As much as Atsumu wanted to sit down and gather his thoughts, he needed this to get over as soon as he could. He needed to get back to you. 
“I know that I wasn’t ready back then, but now I’m ready for you. I’m here,” Michi glanced at Atsumu, at the man that she’s been in love with for the past decade. “I’m in love with you Atsumu and I want to be with you.” 
He couldn’t help but chuckle, there was his best friend, the person that once held his heart saying the words he once longed to hear. There was something disdainful in her tone, it felt wrong coming from her. It never did with you. It always felt right, like every time you said it a missing puzzle piece was completed inside of Atsumu. 
If it was a couple of years ago, Atsumu would have jumped at the chance but that was before you. Before you turned his whole world upside down and he finally realised what being in love meant. Just because Michi knew Atsumu longer, and she thought that she knew Atsumu deeper, everyone knew it was you. It was you that fit right at Atsumu’s side. 
You were the one that understood his moods, even before you began dating, you never once pushed him. You accepted how he felt and dealt with his emotions, and you were always there to give a hand if he needed or asked for it. It was the late night talks where he didn’t realise that he was already in love with you, it was the eagerness to see your face everyday. To talk to you everyday, to have those mundane and simple things that he despised before but then it was all he wanted to do, because he got to do it with you. 
It was the feeling of being complete with you. Michi completed him in a way that Atsumu knew, she fit into his world, she was best friends with him. But you were his world. You filled in spaces that Atsumu didn’t even realise were empty. The cracks that were filled with your laughter and soft kisses, the void that he ignored was filled with your soft whispers about the future. 
It never felt right until you. 
It’s always been you. 
With the lack of response, Michi bowed her head, “You’re choosing her, aren’t you?” 
Without a pause, Atsumu responded, “Yeah,” looking at her, Atsumu felt nothing. There was an air indifference surrounding her. “I’ll always choose her, no matter what.” 
Atsumu hopes that she understood what he said. Even if she begged, even if she pleaded for him to choose her, it would always be you. It’s always been you. 
Atsumu straightened his back, “I think this friendship needs to end, Sato-san. My relationship with (Y/N) will always be the most important, she’s the most important person to me. I’ve loved her more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and will ever love anyone.” Taking a couple of steps towards the door, “And I can’t have anyone doubting that for her.” 
It took ten years for her to say what she felt, and it only took Atsumu a couple of minutes to destroy her life, and a couple of steps to walk away from her forever. Dropping to her knees, Michi sobbed knowing that she was too late. 
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You were sitting at the dinner table, the dinner ready to be eaten at any moment. Looking towards the door once you heard it unlocked, you saw as Atsumu walked in, taking a deep breath and looking right at you. 
Closing the door, he hastily made his way to you. Tugging you out of your chair gently, he wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry,” mumbling the words into your neck over and over again, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him. 
“I ended my friendship with Sato-san,” shocked at the words coming out of his mouth, shocked at the use of her surname and the formality, you moved yourself a little bit from Atsumu. 
“‘Tsum, what?” 
Repeating what he just told you, Atsumu looked you right in the eyes, willing to believe his truth. “I’ll always choose you.” 
“‘Tsum, you didn’t have to do that. You could have just not spoken to her for a while, you didn’t need to cut her out of your life.” 
Atsumu shook his head, “I never want ya to ever feel like I’m second guessing who I chose, and I know yer,” tapping the side of your head with his fingers, he smiled down at you. “Ya get into yer own head way too much. If she was around, I know you’d always be comparin’ or thinkin’ with that big brain of yers.” 
“But aren’t you sad?” 
“I am,” Atsumu said truthfully. “But I know that I’ll get through it, with ya around,” nuzzling into your neck he couldn’t help continue, “but if it was you.” 
Looking at you, you could see his eyes watering, “If it was you, if I lost ya for some reason, I don’t think I’d be able to continue.” 
Gently cupping his face with your hands, caressing the apple of his cheeks with your thumb, “You never have to worry about me leaving you, Miya Atsumu. I’m yours forever.” 
“And I’ll always be yers, now and forever,” placing his forehead to yours, Atsumu felt his heart be at peace for the first time since last night. “I want ya for longer than forever, angel.” 
Grinning, you moved yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down on the couch with you, him on top of you. “I’m more than okay with that.” 
Pulling you into his lap, Atsumu held your hands in his, “I’m sorry,” was what he started with. Tightening his hands, “I’m so sorry I ever made ya feel like that. I don’t care if I have ten years worth of memories with her because that means nothin’ with the forever I want with ya,” Atsumu began. “Those memories were what I remember most when we were kids, those inside jokes are just that, inside jokes with her.  What I want is the jokes we’ll pass down to our kids, the stories that we’ll share to our kids. The memories that I’ll repeat and say to you before I say ‘I do’. All the memories that I had with her, angel, don’t compare nothin’ to one memory I have with ya.” 
“Miya Atsumu,” you started, you could feel your heart beating against your chest rapidly. You never expected Atsumu to stop being friends with her. You truly just wanted for them to take a break. 
You knew he’s loved you since you first met because you were the exact same. The way he filled your world with his brightness, the way he always made you feel like his priority above everything else, when he made you feel seen and remembered. Above all else, you felt warm and safe with him. There was no one but Miya Atsumu for you. 
“You’re a great big sap, you know that?” 
“Angel, I just bared my heart out to ya,” groaning, he pinched your side, a cheeky smirk on his face. “And that’s why yer saying to me.” 
“That’s my heart too, mister,” leaning forward you pressed a soft kiss to his chest. 
Grinning down at you, Atsumu knew that you could feel his heartbeat, and he didn’t care. Whatever he felt for you he wanted you to know. 
“Yeah, princess, it is,” kissing the top of your head. “It’ll always be yours.”
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“Don’t make me choose between you and her.” 
“Why? Because you’ll choose her?” 
“Yeah. I’ll choose her.”
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happy early birthday, miya atsumu, you absolute disgusting goblin (affectionate).
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yanderecrazysie · 5 months
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How was your day? I hope it was great! 😊
A quote help inspire this brainrot and that is “Always the bridesmaid never the bride”.
Now I recently re-read your Unrequited story and got an idea. What if yandere Atsumu miya x best friend reader where Reader has a huge crush on him but Atsumu is a major playboy who don’t see Reader as a woman and thought she was tomboy. Like Reader and Atsumu are best friends and rivals since childhood as Reader is the Star player of the female volleyball. The reader is more on the muscular side and cut her hair short due to it getting in the way of her games. Like reader can keep up with the Male Volleyball team and even competes with the miya twins during practice. Even if reader acts tomboy-ish, she is still straight and actually a romantic at heart and wants to date but because of her general muscular appearance and gruff attitude boys are intimidated by her. Others boys don’t even see her as a woman and the general school thought that she was boy due to her looking like a boy similar to Haru from Ouran HighSchool host club. But the reader has huge crush of Atsumu since they were little but Atsumu is busy playing around with more feminine girls. Atsumu unintentionally ignores Reader’s confession thinking that she’s just joking around and gets into a fling with a girl that is opposite of reader: gentle, slim and beautiful. The reader heartbroken by Atsumu still wishes him a happy relationship and goes to cry for a little while but to her surprise Osamu comforts her and allows her to vent about her feelings and insecurities about her body and how she feels like boys don’t perceive her as woman. After some time, Reader and Osamu began to fall in love due to Osamu being there for reader and treating her the way she wants to be treated but when reader during a victory party gets drunk she unintentionally revealed her old feelings to Atsumu and with tears in her eyes said that she always supported him and wanted to him to see her as a woman but its too late and osamu just picks up the reader to avoid making a scene . How would Atsumu take this and what would he feel seeing that he lost the reader forever and to his own twin brother no less.
Hope you have a wonderful day!
Oooooh this is some good brainrot right here. Atsumu would totally be exactly like this too.
I feel like this turned out really stiff-sounding somehow.
Title: Overlook
Pairings: Miya Atsumu x Reader; non-yandere Miya Osamu x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, masculine female reader, drunk reader
Summary: Atsumu only sees you as one of the boys.
overlook
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fail to notice (something)
The ball slammed against the floor, shooting back up into the air as the girls’ team cheers. The scoreboard was flipped, showing the numbers 25 to 20.
“Thank you for the game!” the two teams told each other a moment later before breaking up to mingle among each other. 
“Congratulations on the final point,” Osamu cheered, clapping you on the back. You’re glad your childhood friend isn’t a sore loser.
“Girls versus boys, and the girls win- how unfair,” Atsumu, another childhood friend, was less charitable, a defined pout on his face.
“That sounds pretty sexist,” you warned teasingly, “Assuming the boys will win and all.”
Atsumu responded back with an even bigger pout. You laughed, trying to hide the blush from your cheeks as you looked at him. 
A dark-haired boy walked over to stand next to Atsumu. He gave you a bored look for a moment before saying, “I thought you were a boy at first. You know, because of the short hair and muscles.”
A flush spread across your face. You knew that was how most people saw you, but it hurt hearing it directly from someone.
“That’s not very nice, Suna,” Osamu said coldly. You silently thanked him, giving a timid little nod.
Everyone thought you were a boy when they first saw you. It didn’t matter that you were somewhat girly, other than liking sports, it didn’t matter if you wore the girls’ uniform or had a romantic worldview- you weren’t seen as a woman at all.
You supposed it couldn’t be helped too much- your hairstyle was very typical of a boy’s and your figure was not very feminine. You were tall, muscular, and flat-chested.
The coaches of each team blew their whistles and you gathered with your team to hear the critiques from the practice match. You could tell that your coach was proud of you all for winning against the boys and you beamed whenever she praised your strength.
You were the one randomly chosen to stay behind and clean the gym. You didn’t mind at all, it always gave you time to think.
The boys left the gym, all except for Atsumu. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized he must’ve been chosen to stay and clean too! The blush that spread across your face was massive, touching even the tips of your ears, and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.
Not a minute later and the two of you were alone together, running around, picking up balls and things that had been left behind. Once you had finished with that, the two of you headed for the janitorial closet to get the brooms.
“Hey, Atsumu,” your heart was pounding in your ears, but you knew this was the time to ask, when you were completely alone for once and not around each other’s teammates.
“What’s up, (Y/n)?” Atsumu asked, grabbing a large broom.
“I… I like you…” You blurted out, “Like… a lot.”
Atsumu immediately laughed, “Same, yer one of my closest friends, I’m almost as close to ya as Osamu.”
“No, that’s not what I mean,” you said frantically, “I mean-”
“Come on, I want to get this over with,” Atsumu whined, slipping past you and placing the broom on the floor, “Stop joking around.”
Your heart sank and tears leapt to your eyes. A strangled “okay” left your lips but you were anything but okay.
You shouldn’t have come to this party. Not if you wanted to keep your sanity.
Nearly the first sight you’d been greeted with was Atsumu making out with some random girl on the couch. The worst part had to be how the girl looked- skinny, feminine, large-breasted, and short. The complete opposite of you was clearly Atsumu’s type.
When Atsumu walked up to you with her on his arm, it’s all you could do to wish them a congratulations. You’re tearful the moment they turn away.
“Are you okay?” A soft voice asked you. You looked over to the source and were surprised to see Osamu standing next to you.
“I’m fine,” the minute the words leave your mouth, you burst into tears. 
Osamu gently led you over to one of the open private rooms and rubbed your back as you sob into your hands. You’re thankful for the comforting motions.
“What’s the matter?” Osamu asked you.
The words spill out of your mouth before you can even think about keeping quiet, “No one sees me as a woman, Osamu. I look like a guy and that’s all everyone thinks of me.”
“I see ya as a woman,” Osamu said quietly, “I always have.”
Before you know it, he’s closing the gap between you both. You allow it to happen, surprised by how soft his lips are as they meet your own. You melt into the kiss as though it were the only thing that mattered.
Three months later, another party rolls around. It’s a celebration for the team going to nationals and you’re there to support Osamu. You’ve drowned at least four drinks by now, and they’re nowhere near light on the alcohol.
You’re stumbling around, nearly blackout drunk at this point, when you run into Atsumu. Your feelings for him have long since faded, replaced by a fondness for his twin, but you can’t stop the words from coming. The alcohol has obliterated your filter.
“You know, I used to have a crush on you,” you giggle drunkenly, “All I wanted was for you to see me as a woman but noooo.”
You sway a little as a hiccup leaves your mouth, and you continue, “But it’s all for the best, right? Now I’ve got someone else, someone better.” A smile spreads across your face as you look across the crowded room to Osamu, who sends a grin back your way. You give a little wave, which almost sends you off-balance in your drunken state.
“I’ve found happiness elsewhere.”
Atsumu stares at you, mind working a mile a minute.
You’d had a crush on him? How hadn’t he noticed? How hadn’t he seen you? 
You looked every bit the part of a woman, decked out in a pretty dress for the party and a little bit of makeup. Yet, Atsumu had never bothered to look at you that way.
Maybe his feelings for you were sparked from the jealousy that his brother had something he didn’t. How dare ‘Samu take you away when you’d liked him first?
Maybe it was the rejection of your previous feelings, the knowledge that you’d moved on, even without him ever knowing you’d liked him in the first place.
As Atsumu watches you nuzzle up to his twin, giving him a peck on the lips, he feels white-hot jealousy course through his veins.
He wonders if he can get you to feel that way about him again.
Even if it hurts his brother in the process.
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ennoshitas-princess · 1 month
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Cake and Dresses
Dad! Atsumu Miya x Fem! Reader
Warnings: only a lot of fluff, Miya twins insulting each other, Atsumu isn't in the first couple scenes (sorry it will be worth it)
Synopsis: You and Atsumu have a beautiful daughter and it is her birthday and Valentine's Day
Word Count: 873
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You come back home with your cute little daughter after her long and exhausting school day. Today was a very special day. Not only was it Valentine's Day, but it was your sweet daughter’s birthday. Currently you go and pick up the cake her dear Uncle Osamu baked for her. When you saw the pink hearts all over the place. Her name was written in white frosting. The cake was chocolate (your husband’s and daughter’s personal favorite).
“Thank you Osamu! I hope it wasn't too much trouble.” You said holding the heart shaped baked good.
“It's no problem! I love helping ya… but not my dumbass twin brother.” He chuckled.
You were used to the two bickering at each other. At times you found it quite entertaining. Especially since Atsumu proved himself not to be very smart when it came to saying something back. You tried to help him come up with comebacks, but he told you he could do it on his own.
And he was so wrong.
“So Aiko, how was kindergarten today?” Asked her uncle.
“It was great! I got many Valentine's and for my birthday too!” Your little girl held them in a box.
“Well, that's nice. Did ya know yer dad never got Valentine's until he was in his last year of high school?”
“Osamu! That is not true! You know I have been giving him gifts in his locker since junior high!” You told him.
“Well, he didn't know ya had a crush on him until ya wrote that cringy love letter that year.” He teased you.
“Well, I don't regret it one single bit because he helped me make this cutie!” You squished Aiko’s chubby cheeks.
You later on made it home with the help of Osamu carrying that cake, while you were holding all the things your daughter received. When you were picking up the cake, your dear husband was getting the living room ready for Aiko’s birthday party.
“We are back!” You yelled at Atsumu.“Just in time. I was done decorating and getting very bored.” He replied back slouching on the couch.
He looked up to see his beloved wife and daughter. He averted his eyes and saw his twin brother. “Hey y/n, why’d ya invite this dumbass??!?”
“Who are ya calling a dumbass?!?” His brother set the box on the table.
“Yer ugly ass!!”
“I am not dumb or ugly. We basically look the same!!”
“Daddy!!” Your baby girl pounced on her father to give him a nice bear hug.
“Aiko, my sweet baby girl.” He picked her up and kissed her round cheek.
You smiled at the adorable sight of Atsumu hugging Aiko. She had your eyes and had Atsumu’s dark hair (but you know he has his hair dyed blonde). You couldn't help but go over and join. “Don't forget about your wife Tsum Tsum.”
“Oh of course I would never forget about my beloved Valentine since we were teenagers.” Atsumu place your sweet daughter on the ground and pecked your cheek.
“Hey!” Your daughter puffed her cheeks while stomping her tiny foot on the floor.
“Honey, no one forgot about you.” You bent down to her height.
Her toothy grin appeared onto her face again. She ran away to her room for some reason. Usually Aiko stays in the living room on her birthday. (She adores the attention.) She came back with presents in hand.
“Whatcha got there, baby girl?” Asked her father.
“For you!” She stretched the presents to both you and your dear husband.
“Awe, how cute and sweet of you Aiko.” You smiled at her.
“What about me?” Osamu frowned.
“I didn't forget about you Uncle ‘Samu!” She reached into her bookbag for a little box.
You guys opened up your presents to see something the little girl has made for each of you. Atsumu got a bracelet made with beads and a volleyball charm. Osamu got a bracelet too, but with an onigiri charm. You got a necklace made with beads and with a gem charm in the shape of a heart. “Ya did a good job in making them little love.” You told her.She twisted her foot on the ground with a shy smile. “I am glad you like them.”
“Oh! Birthday time!” Shouted Atsumu at the top of his lungs.
After the party, Osamu headed back home. Of course, before leaving he bickered some more. Aiko fell asleep on the couch. You couldn't resist taking a picture of your lovely daughter. Atsumu went to the room to get a special thing for you.
“There you are. Mind helping me in carrying this little cutie?” You asked your beloved husband.
“No, I don't mind. But first, I would love to give ya something.” He said hugging you.
“What is it?”
“Ya have to open it my dear.”
You opened the box to see a beautiful dress that was (favorite color). It was an everyday dress. It had some flowery design on it. “So, do ya like it?” He smiled at you.
“I adore it. But not as much as you!” You hugged him tighter.
“Maybe a date sometime. My dumb brother can take care of our daughter.”
"Absolutely!" Was all you said.
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sunakys · 2 years
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look at teeny suna isnt he so cute :,) his little fox hands awwww 😭🌹🌹
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bokutosmochi · 1 year
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random miya atsumu headcannons
what's it? general
allergen warning/s? mentions of drinking
sugar level? 0.8k
regulars? @hanayanetwork​
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♧ one of those people that has wake up alarms set every five minutes (5:30am, 5:35am, 5:40am) because he doesn't get up at the first alarm. you realize why osamu is so annoyed with him.
♧ two words: retail therapy. whenever this man gets stressed, he will spend his entire savings account jk, man is rich-rich on random things that catches his eye, ranging from clothes he'll probably never use, useless trinklets, and albums from bands he doesn't listen to.
♧ goes to the same restaurant he goes to every single day and stares at the menu for ten minutes as if he's planning to try something new before deciding on getting the meal he always gets. the only time this changes is when he goes to onigiri miya because he knows how good his brother's cooking is and he doesn't want to miss out on anything. in that case, he tries everything that's on the menu.
♧ cherishes whenever someone, usually a fan awes at his hair or fantasizes about running their hands through it because god and literally anyone in his life knows it is CRISPY. he has been dying and bleaching it since he was sixteen and his hair is NOT OKAY 💀💀 ignorance is bliss though so whenever someone tags him on twitter thirsting about how his hair would look better with their hands in it, he doesn't say a word.
♧ doesn't know how to whistle and (spit) launch watermelon seeds. atsumu is a man talented beyond belief, but alas, he cannot have everything. he always gets teased by his brother for the former, and his high school friends for the latter. one of his clearest memories were the volleyball summer training camps he, along with his team, had to attend during his high school days. upon learning he can't shoot watermelon seeds, all his friends started a watermelon seed war, leaving atsumu vulnerable and pouting in the corner since he could do nothing but pout, dodge, and try some more, only to fail. it's magic, he's convinced.
♧ i feel like his transition from his high school hairstyle to his current hairstyle was a complete mistake. after graduating, he wanted to try something new so he searched up some styles and tried to recreate it all by himself. one day, he couldn't do the Hairstyle Of The Day so with an annoyed yell, he just messed his hair all up. that was before he realized he was late for his tryout for the msby black jackals so without an option left, he just went out like that. the hair got a few compliments though so he decided that he'll just keep it.
♧ has debated getting a tongue piercing for a long, long time. probably still thinking about it as we speak. osamu says he doesn't care, that if it does turn out well, he doesn't care, or that if it turns out bad and he gets some acute infection, it'd be good for his ears so it'll be able to get some rest from atsumu's day-to-day blabbering. needless to say, asking his brother for a second opinion did not help.
♧ listens to doja cat religiously and can rap all of her songs effortlessly without making a single mistake. you can fight me on this one.
♧ the person in group chats to either never be active or send ten messages in five months. there is no in between with him.
♧ lowkey wishes him and osamu didn't tease each other so much. this man just wants to gossip with his brother sometimes, but it always ends with the both of them arguing and going at each other's throats because one teased the other and it escalated. when he wants to talk about something serious though, he knows he can count osamu to be serious about it too.
♧ for people who wears glasses/contacts, you know those people who are like can you see this?? or how many fingers am i holding up?? when you first get them? yeah, atsumu's that person.
♧ has a secret stan twitter account dedicated to himself. it is actually quite scary how he's able to blend in so well. none of his moots are suspicious of him at all. he makes fancam edits of himself and all.
♧ the friend who considers ten thirty pm early whenever you go out drinking, but is already almost passed out after fifteen minutes.
♧ .. likes sticking his tongue out in photos...
♧ pretended to like the taste of artificial grape back when he was younger just to spite his brother who we all know has the superior tastebuds. it bit him in the ass though because since he's so committed to it, his parents, friends, and other family members actually thought it was his favorite even though he hated it, so as a result, they always bought him grape flavored candies or saved the grape flavored sweet for him while osamu got the lemon soda (aka the superior flavor) flavored ones.
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i get: reblog
you get: a tendo sticker
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