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sassycheesecake · 3 months
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Osamu walks out of Physics class, happy that his classes are over and all that is left is volleyball practice.
He walks down the familiar path towards his twin brother’s class, basically collecting him on the way to the gym hall.
When he gets closer, he hears multiple sounds of something banging against the lockers and when he gets closer to the noise, he squints his eyes before they widen in shock at the sight of Atsumu Miya, second-year high school Setter of the Inarizaki volleyball club banging his forehead constantly against his locker door.
Now, he has two options.
One, move along and pretend he didn’t see any of this and make it to practice on time without his brother. But the big downside is that Atsumu would probably be late for practice if Osamu doesn’t say anything to him, which will end up in Osamu getting an earful from their mother later on at home.
Or option number two, ask what Atsumu’s deal is and hopefully they both still make it on time for practice.
Since Osamu doesn’t want to get yelled at later on by their mother, he begrudgingly chooses option two.
"Tsumu, if ya keep smashin' yer head against the locker, yer gonna lose the two braincells ya have left." Osamu says when he walks closer to his brother.
For a split second, Atsumu looks at his brother through his peripheral vision with a pissed look and then continues to bang his head against the locker.
'Wow, not even a comeback.' Osamu thinks while he continues to watch him.
"Stop it." Osamu barks as he is getting annoyed by the noise.
"'M tryin' ta forget bout earlier. Ya remember (Y/N)?" Atsumu stops and just leans his forehead against his locker door, a sorrow expression rests on his face.
Osamu frowns in confusion and looks to the ceiling for a second before returning his gaze back to his twin.
"Ya mean (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N)? The one that shared her lunch with ya and ya sweared ya tasted heaven?" Osamu raises a brow.
"Yes." Atsumu confirms.
"What about her?" Osamu doesn’t get it, if Atsumu looks so miserable, surely something devastating must have happened.
"I wanted ta confess my feelings ta her, so I made her favorite dessert and when I went ta see her, yannow what I saw?"
"What?" Osamu sighs.
"She was talkin' ta Riseki!"
"Is she suddenly not allowed ta talk ta other people besides ya? Tsumu I don’t know if yer brain registered it yet but this is a high school. There’s more people than ya she can talk to. And so what if Riseki was talkin' ta her? What’s the big deal?!" Osamu is getting impatient since he doesn’t understand Atsumu‘s point of view.
"That’s not the point dipshit! Riseki asked her out and she said no because she said she is in love with another guy." Atsumu almost wails.
"And?… Does your story have an ending or is this it?"
"Be patient asshole, I was gettin' there. So after I heard that, I was devastated….an' I didn’t realize (Y/N) came outta the room seconds afterwards an' I was so mad that I squished the dessert outta anger. She was confused an' asked if I was alright and I replied 'Shouldn’t ya ask yer crush?' and then I just left!" The Setter explains and gets angrier by the second, talking to his long-time crush in such a tone was just childish and rude as hell. You didn’t deserve that at all but Atsumu just felt his heart shatter at that moment, so he was angry and let it out on you. Now he is just highly disappointed in himself on how disrespectfully he talked to you.
On the inside, Osamu facepalms himself at the sheer stupidity of his brother‘s unawareness of your affection towards the blonde.
The signs are all there that you like Atsumu and vice versa but of course something complicated like the shit Atsumu pulled just pulled moments prior ruined his chance of confessing his feelings towards you.
"Well, (Y/N) finally talked ta ya. That’s sorta awesome."
"No Samu! Not 'awesome'! I ruined ma only chance at talkin' ta (Y/N) and I ruined it. RUINED IT!" Atsumu slams his head against the locker and the whole locker clutters by the force of it.
Osamu can’t help but feel bad for his brother, knowing Atsumu has been having a crush on you since the first year of high school.
Students who pass them are giving them weird looks but the gray-haired twin is not fazed by it.
"Tsumu, yer startin' ta get looks. Quit yer dramatic act and move alon'. There’s pleny of fish in da sea."
The Setter was quiet for a few seconds and Osamu was quite worried Atsumu got a concussion from all that banging of his forehead against the locker.
But then he speaks again, in a voice so sad and soft, it sounds like Atsumu is truly heartbroken.
"But I don’ wan' other fish. I want (Y/N)." He is actually getting teary-eyed.
Osamu gives out a big annoyed sigh and knows he is already regretting his words.
"Want me ta help ya win (Y/N) over?"
Atsumu whips his head in his brother’s direction, a hopeful gleam in his hazel-brown eyes.
"Yer not screwin' with me?"
"No. Twin promise, cross my heart and all that shit. Come on, let’s find (Y/N)." Osamu starts to move to the gym for volleyball practice and he hears a locker door shut and a rushing steps of feet follow him.
A/N: You guys want a part 2?😊
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hihello-pinky · 4 months
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varsity crush
atsumu miya x afab reader
some fluff, i guess
i originally wanted to write a full fic based on pixie labrador’s song (hence, the title) but somehow i ended up with this drabble. ALSO i know it’s a sapphic song but damn, the first time i listened to it and heard the lyrics about volleyball, haikyuu was my first thought
miya atsumu who has been your classmate since sixth grade; who you always only thought of as osamu’s loudmouth brother who once lent you his jacket when it was cold and you forgot to bring yours.
atsumu who was your partner for cleaning duty at seventh grade; who would almost always miss the task because he made it a habit to rush to the gym after last period.
atsumu who made your heart skip a beat when he passed you a note asking you to the eighth grade dance; who raises an eyebrow at your questioning look and says the note is from osamu.
atsumu who was your seatmate during ninth grade; who would distract you during class with the sound of his pen scraping against his notebook as he sketched volleyball plays.
atsumu who surprises you when he enters the classroom on the first day of tenth grade with his blonde hair; who you couldn’t stop looking at because his lightened hair made him more handsome.
atsumu who, one night, dropped by your grandpa’s convenience store looking for an onigiri; who told you as he reached the counter that he had a fight with osamu and he wanted to give it as a peace offering.
atsumu, who somehow made it a habit to drop by the convenience store after practice to buy energy drinks; who always buy one of those candies displayed at the counter and conveniently “forgets” them, sending you a quick message to just keep it.
atsumu who approached you after class one thursday afternoon in eleventh grade; who shared he needed help in his studies in order to stay in the volleyball club and asked you to tutor him.
atsumu who began sharing a table with you at lunch under the pretense of having more time to discuss about lessons but always made it a point to just talk about random stuff; who in time recruited his brother and suna to your lunch table.
atsumu who lovingly accepts gifts from his fans at your lunch table; who smiles so sweetly at the girls as it makes you inwardly frown, confusing yourself.
atsumu who, at the first month of twelfth grade, excitedly tells you he made captain as he walked you home; who grinned at you as he showed you his jersey and jacket with his last name.
atsumu who became much busier due to volleyball but would always somehow find time in his calendar to stay with you either in a coffee shop or library as you studied for college entrance exams; who would force you to take a break as he snatches the pen from your hand (my old captain, kita, would scold you!)
atsumu who gets surprised once you tell him you’re going with them to the nationals; who teases you for volunteering to cover for the school newspaper; who is actually secretly happy that you’re coming.
atsumu who gives you his jacket before their first game “in case you get cold”; who makes the girls beside you at the bleachers squeal when he smiles at your direction once he sees you wearing his jacket and cheering for him.
atsumu who lets you see his tears for the first time as you comfort him when inarizaki places second; who listens to your gentle voice as you sincerely tell him that you believe there are lots of greater opportunities for him in the future once he goes pro.
atsumu who passes you a note before class with prom? written in his messy handwriting; atsumu who receives a note from you saying is this from osamu again?; atsumu who bites back a smile as he passes back the note, so the bastard told you?; atsumu who doesn’t notice his ears reddening until suna points it out but he doesn’t care at all as he reads your note: yes, and yes i’ll go to prom with you.
atsumu who surprises you at prom because as athletic as he is, he sucks at slow dancing; atsumu who makes you blush as he tightens his hand around your waist as soon as you two finally find the rhythm; atsumu who leans to you closely and whispers in your ear how beautiful you are; atsumu who plants a soft kiss at the top of your head after you tell him to shut up and accidentally step on his shoes.
atsumu who runs to hug you at graduation, wrapping his strong arms around your smaller figure and lifting you in the air; who attends your class’ afterparty with you where you end up playing truth or dare.
atsumu who chokes on his drink as your bottle ends up on him and you ask him on when he plans to ask you out; who, after composing himself, gives you a cheesy smile and asks you to be his girlfriend; who blushes so hard, making osamu and suna laugh, when you say yes and kiss him on the cheek.
miya atsumu who you never thought would capture your heart; atsumu who somehow also fell for you; atsumu who you would be cheering on for the rest of your life.
it doesn’t matter whether you’re wearing his jacket or not; he already gave you his last name, anyway.
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nek0mabokk · 1 month
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"I hate you!"
"oh, you wish you could hate me but every time you go in your room you touch yourself thinking about me." You stare at him, as your cheeks get only redder and redder, because he's right. You do that - more than you want to admit. It's just too hard to not actually find him attractive.
But his personality, he's such a dick. "stop it," you mumble, as his hands travel down on your waist, his touch it's delicate as you look at him with a light pout in your face. "but you love it."
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miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, terushima yūji
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noomon · 8 months
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ding!
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. . . miya atsumu. written with luv.
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“that tickles.”
“quit squirming, ‘tsumu.”
“but it tickles.” atsumu has a hand over his mouth, doing his absolute best to stay still. he was not doing a very good job at it, but hey, he was trying.
you hummed a soft tune, continuing to glide your pen over your boyfriend’s palm. classes had just finished, so what better way to spend your afternoon than to invite atsumu over to your house to spend some quality time together. though what you originally had planned was to study with him, studying became long forgotten when you found yourself playing with his hands as he rambled about how volleyball training went, and soon enough you had a pen drawing on his palm.
not that he’d ever mind, really.
atsumu was the one who suggested it.
“what’re ya writin’, love?” he asks smoothly, not daring to peek just yet.
he could recognize a few words, but he’s not sure if he’s messing it all up in his head. english wasn’t his best subject, after all, which made him remember that earlier you were tutoring him. for all he knows, you might even be drawing who knows what.
“it’s a surprise; don’t look.”
“okie.”
it was easy to negotiate with him, though maybe it’s because it’s you he’s talking to.
“ok, now you can look!” you say with absolute delight.
atsumu glances at his palm, reading what you have written.
i love you, miya atsumu ♡
that’s what he read, written in english. studying really paid off in one way or another, huh?
he smiles at you, smiling like someone who had just won the lottery. “this is so damn cute!” he tells you, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “i love ya too! soo much, y’know?”
you chuckled, nodding. “i know.”
“give me yer palm, too. i wanna write somethin’!”
without much room to question what he was going to write or draw, you complied with his request. the way he held your hand ever so delicately, a goofy smile evident on his lips as he focused on what he’s writing felt like something out of those cute romance episodes you and atsumu binge-watched together in your free time.
“done!” he says proudly.
you took your time admiring his penmanship; though it was a bit shaky, it still looked surprisingly neat.
“wow, your handwriting’s really neat, ‘tsumu— is that my name and yours in a heart?”
“mhm!”
y/n & atsumu = forever! encased in a cartoonish heart with the detail of the shine on the upper right side of it.
and on the bottom, another sentence.
written with luv.
“did you misspell this?” you asked him softly.
atsumu furrowed his brows, though his face flared a bright red hue when he reread what he had written. “wait— i wrote it wrong; i should change it—”
“no, no!” you retreated your hand away from him. “it’s cute, actually. it adds character to the whole thing.”
he pouts a bit. “fine, but yer laughin’!”
“i’m not, i’m just smiling because i’m a very happy person.”
“y/n.”
“i’m not laughing, ‘tsumu. i promise.”
“hmph. i heard ya laugh earlier when you read my note. i’d love a kiss to make up for it. thank ya very much.”
you sigh softly, smiling a little, knowing you had to compensate for your little slip-up.
and as you did, you can’t help but remember that his note was definitely written with luv.
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note. @natdu, for you!
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noomon © 2023. do not copy, modify, or translate my work.
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miya-rin · 1 year
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high school miya atsumu who has the fattest crush on you and somehow manages to hide it from everyone for 3 months before osamu catches him scrolling through your instagram for the nth time that week. atsumu made him swear he wouldn’t tell you - or anyone on the team for that matter - as he was already so embarrassed by the way he was outed. osamu swore up and down he wouldn’t, but not before sending a voice recording of the whole conversation to you :))
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itsdanii · 3 months
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Lovesick
genre: fluff
warning/s: nothing much, just a very very soft Miya coming through!
a/n: please do read the warnings before you proceed, they have been put there for a reason.
ft. atsumu miya, gn!reader
just atsumu being a softy for a special someone
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You were seated at the upper bleachers. With balloons in both hands and a Miya Brothers headband merch placed on top of your head, you cheered along with the crowd with every point being secured by Inarizaki.
To say that the court was full would be an understatement. It was crowded to the point that even the amount of chairs wasn’t enough to seat all of the audience. Some were already standing up; though it didn’t look like it bothered them at all.
Everyone was cheering. You almost felt bad for the opposing team. If you were in their shoes, your knees would probably be shaking already from the pressure and the constant booing following their every mistake.
It looked like they were being swallowed - standing in a territory they didn’t own, and with countless pairs of eyes watching their every move.
You clenched the balloon tightly as the rally for the final point began.
The crowd became quiet, only the whooshing of the ball getting tossed high up in the air cutting through the silence.
And then BAM!
Atsumu served.
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“Congratulations, Atsumu!”
“You guys did so good!”
“OMG! Can we take a picture, please?!”
You stood on the side of the court, watching as fangirls swarmed the team.
You were used to this. Every time there’s a match, this would always be the same scenario you’d be in - waiting on the side for the fans to finish taking pictures with their idols and crushes, occasionally giving a shy smile whenever a certain someone’s eyes would meet yours amid the crowd.
After almost an hour, you felt someone finally tap your shoulder. You immediately looked up from your phone, smiling through your lips as Atsumu wrapped his arms around you.
“There’s my favorite cheerleader,” you hear him say as he gives you a light squeeze.
You couldn’t help but giggle at his show of affection. “Hey, stranger,” you replied in a slightly mocking voice.
Atsumu pulled away from the embrace and raised an eyebrow at you, the side of his lip curling up playfully. “Oh, am I a stranger now?”
You nodded at him. “Mhmm, that’s what you get for making me wait for almost an hour.”
“Angel…,” he began, trying to find the right words as if he was gauging whether you were serious or just kidding. He touched your cheek, his thumb stroking the skin gently. “Sorry.”
You could feel your cheeks heating up from his touch, your gaze softening as you felt the sincerity of his words. Leaning into his hand that was now cupping your cheek, you smiled and said, “It’s alright, ‘Tsumu. I was just messing with you.”
Atsumu let out a small chuckle of relief before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You got me there, Angel. Though…I now actually feel kind of guilty for making you wait for me. How about we go to that convenience store we’d always stop by and get some ice cream on the way home?”
“Your treat?”
Atsumu nodded. “Mhmm, then we can have dinner at our place. Don’t worry, I’ll take you home right after like the best boyfriend that I am,” he added with a wink.
“Sure, best boyfriend.”
“Hey, what’s with that? I am the best boyfriend,” he said with almost a pouty tone. To prove his point, Atsumu took off his varsity jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. “See? Best boyfriend.”
“Alright, alright. Since you’re the best boyfriend, how about you hold my hand now and let’s go? You know how fast that ice cream gets sold out.”
Atsumu instantly obliged, intertwining your fingers before planting a kiss on the back of your hand. “Come on then, angel. I’ll even let you have the strawberry one if you want.”
Unbeknownst to you, Aran watched as you exited the court with hands swinging together and Atsumu smiling down at you like a love-sick puppy as you rambled on how your day went. He couldn’t help but shake his head, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “What a sight.”
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hotvinimon · 2 months
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“Samu…Samu…Don’t look directly, but I can see your doppelganger… just behind you.”
You and your sweet, loving, handsome, onigiri man of a boyfriend were on a night date in the street of Shibuya. Osamu was busy in choosing what to eat first, while you took pictures. Suddenly you saw Osamu’s clown toghether with a curly haired, bitch-faced man, an orange head and an owl faced beefy boy.
To say that you were shocked would be an understatement. A guy… or I should say Samu’s clown was chatting with his friends just few meters behind your boyfriend, only his hair's more blonde, and his vibe's more... clownish.
“Doppelganger ??? what do you even me-” “CAN’T YOU FUCKING WHISPER ?? AND DON’T LOOK LIKE THAT. BE MORE SUBTLE.” you whisper yelled.
Suddenly the doppelganger looked in your direction and frowned comically and advanced towards you.
“OH MY GOSH, SAMUUUU, HE'S COMING... HE'S COMING THIS WAY!”
Samu quickly looked into the direction, and unlike you he was frowning ??? similarly like his doppelganger ??? what the heck was going on. Was there some kind of invisible mirror thing that you couldn’t see.
Even the doppelganger's buddies seem cool, like they're in on the joke.
The doppelganger was now, standing in front of you and looking at your boyfriend, like he was communicating with his eyes. Before anyone could say anything…
“OMYGODOMYGODOMYGOD… CAN I TAKE A PICTURE WITH YOU SIR ????”
All eyes are on you, but who cares? It's not every day you meet your boyfriend's mirror image.
“Oh.. of course cutie, are you a fan ??”
“Well, I’m a human but I’ve never seen my boyfriend’s clown my entire life.” you giggled like a kid.
“DON’T DO THAT”. That ‘DOPPELGANGER’ yelled at your boyfriend.
“I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING.”
“YOU ARE MAKING GOO-GOO EYES AT HER. LIKE YOU MAKE AT FOOD.”
“I AM NOT.”
“YES YOU ARE”
All you could hear for next fifteen minutes was funny curse words and skin slapping sounds. Meanwhile, the curly-haired dude shoots you a concerned look.
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“Ohhhh… so you are his big brother. Nice to meet you Tsum, I’m y/n, Samu’s s/o.”
Unlike your fictional brain, the ‘DOPPELGANGER’ turned out to be your boyfriend’s twin brother.
“Nice to meet you too y/n/n” Atsumu showed his signature smirk.
“IT’S MIYA TO YOU AND IT’S Y/L/N TO YOU.”
"WHAT THE HECK, BASTARD? AM I SOME GIRLFRIEND STEALER?"
"MORE LIKE AN UNINVITED DATE CRASHER."
"AT LEAST I'M EYE CANDY."
"YEAH, WELL, MOM LIKES ME MORE."
More insults fly, more slaps echo, and the furniture starts to question its life choices. Meeting your boyfriend's twin? Not too shabby after all.
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Keys -
y/n - your name
s/o - sgnificant other
y/n/n - your nick name
y/l/n - your last name
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Requests are open
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mavrintarou · 4 months
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[Daddies in December] Miya Atsumu
Atsumu is so precious.
Warning: fluffy Atsumu and smut
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Miya Atsumu snuck into Y/n’s apartment in the wee hours. Y/n was not expecting him for a few hours. His flight from Turkey had changed the day of the departure, leaving three hours earlier than the original time.
He dropped off his stuff at his place and showered before heading over to her place.
Atsumu leaned against the doorway at the lump beneath the comforters. He slowly approached her and sighed when he saw her comforters were pulled over her head. Her room was cold even though her heat was cranked up to the highest possible temperature.
He wasn’t fond of her apartment building, let alone the neighborhood. The building was aged and in need of numerous maintenance upgrades. Atsumu has been rehearsing how to broach the subject of inviting her to move in with him. He asked once before, and she politely declined, expressing her fondness for her place with its unique character.
Taking a seat on the edge of her bed he slowly pulled her blanket down. His heart eases seeing her face. His fingers caressed her cheek before cupping her the side of her face. In her sleep, she leaned into his warmth.
Atsumu took pleasure in being Y/n’s dedicated source of warmth. He cherished the moments when she cuddled in his arms, seeking comfort and heat. Perplexed by her habit of pulling her blanket to cover her nose while sleeping, he only learned the reason when she revealed that she couldn’t sleep if the tip of her nose felt cold.
From that point onward, he consistently ensured she stayed warm. He was willing to endure the discomfort of sleeping with extra blankets if it meant keeping her warm.
“Y/n,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’m home.”
He wished that phrase could have a slightly different meaning but he was content with their current situation.
Y/n groaned but reached for him, cupping his face. “I thought you were going to be home until the afternoon?”
He pressed a kiss to her palm, “the flight changed last minute, shaved off a couple of hours.”
She pulled away from him to pat the spot beside her, “come cuddle us then.”
He slipped in instantly, wrapping his long strong arms around her waist. His palm rubbed over her six-month-pregnant belly. His throat tightened at the thought of becoming a dad in a few months.
“I miss ‘yer two,” he murmured, “I could only think about ‘yer two and counting down the seconds to be back.”
Y/n hummed, clearly falling back to sleep. “We missed you too…”
Atsumu used to live for his career. Everything needed to revolve around it. In any relationship he had, whether it be something temporary or long-term, his partners needed to have a clear understanding that his career came first, and then them.
Until he met Y/n.
“Do… you think that’s coffee she just poured out of her tumbler?” Shoyo asked quietly.
“I… think so?” Kiyoomi replied with a disgusted look.
“I… hope so…” Kotaro scratched his head.
“I think… there was a little bit of liquor in there…” Atsumu finally piped.
Atsumu thought he was the only one watching this cute petite woman at the end of the bar. She marched into the bar set her bag on the counter, and made a hand signal to the bartender who seemed to understand her silent request. A glass cup with ice was placed in front of her. She fished out a tumbler from her bag and shook the contents before pouring dark brown liquid into the cup and chugging it all. She proceeded to pull out a laptop and began typing away with a new determined demeanor.
An hour later, he watched her as the bartender set a shot of tequila in front of her. She frowned at the bartender before her eyes glanced over, locking on Atsumu. His cock jumped at her intense gaze.
He waved a hand at her and flashed his charming smile.
“She is not your type,” Kiyoomi muttered, sipping his whisky.
“And she’s your type?” Atsumu teased. Kiyoomi rarely displayed any interest in any woman when they were out.
“She’s cute.”
Atsumu’s eyes widen, hearing those words come out of his mouth. “Well, dang, shoot your shot then man?”
Little did Atsumu realize those words would come back and haunt him. As he witnessed his friend taking the initiative with the woman, he found himself compelled to cheer him on, even though his heart weighed heavily with regret.
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“I want you.”
Atsumu narrowed his eyes, shaking his head as if he were trying to comprehend her words. “What?” Was he hearing things with all the alcohol in his body?
Y/n glared back at him with the same passion in her eyes. “I said that I want you.”
He felt himself sober up instantly. He had purposedly gotten drunk to drink away the ache in his heart.
“Don’t – “ he averted his gaze, unable to sustain eye contact with the ones he longed to see only focused on him. “Don’t toy with me. Don’t toy with Omi and I.”
For three months, he watched in pain as Y/n spent time with Kiyoomi, a situation that should have been him instead had he made the first move.
Y/n grabbed him by the collar, tugging him closer until their lips were inches away. “I was never playing with either of you. You were just too oblivious that all this time, I’m looking at you.” She growled, “I’ll say it one last time. I. Want. You.”
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Atsumu harbors a lingering resentment towards Kiyoomi for deceiving him, creating the illusion that there is some romantic connection developing between him and Y/n.
“Took you long enough.” Kiyoomi ignored Atsumu’s glare, “you just assumed, I never said that anything was going on between us.” Kiyoomi defended, chuckling behind his mask.  
That day when Kiyoomi approached Y/n at the bar, he had gone to tell her that the blond idiot was interested in her.
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Atsumu was away in Italy when he video-called Y/n, only to have her pick up without enabling her camera. “Hey baby, where… are you?”
“Hey,” her voice was distant, she ignored his question and asked, “how did your game go?”
He knew immediately something was wrong and tread carefully. “We fought hard but Italy was just one step ahead of us, taking the win…” he paused, “are you okay, baby?” He hears the sharp inhale through the other line. “Baby, can you turn on your camera? I need to see you. Need to see my baby to feel better. Please?”
Her camera switched on and Atsumu immediately smiled. He immediately felt recharged after seeing her face.
“Atsumu,” Y/n called his name and he frowned, she rarely called him by his full name. “Can you come over when you get back?”
“Yeah, of course. I always do.”
She nodded, “well, I should get back to my writing, I’ll see you soon, okay?”
He forced a smile, “okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”
Her eyes widened in shock as she covered her mouth. “What – what did you say?”
He inhaled sharply to exhale. “I love you. I hope it’s okay for me to tell you that. I love you, Y/n.” He began to panic when she flipped off her camera. “Wait – no – turn your camera back on, please?” Atsumu began spewing out gibberish, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to drop this on you and I know we have only just started dating for over a year now, and – “ he stopped talking, smacking his head for ruining the moment.
Not just the moment, but his relationship.
“Please,” he begged, “turn on your camera.” If he was the only one who felt this way, he was fine with it. He will wait for as long as possible for her to love him.
Her camera turned on and he sighed in relief, afraid to speak anymore in case he said anything else embarrassing.
“I’m sorry,” her voice croaked, her eyes widened as she saw Atsumu’s shoulder sink in defeat. “No – wait I’m not breaking up with you!” She shouted, making him flinch. “I… I love you too.”
Atsumu collapses onto his bed, allowing his phone to drop on his chest as he groans. “I wish… I wish I was beside you as you tell me that.”
“I’ll tell you it when I see you,” she promised. “Atsumu, where are you?”
He sat up quickly and lifted his phone, his face was flushed with joy. “Here, I’m here… I’m always going to be here… for you…”
Y/n giggled, “my heart is beating so fast, Atsumu.”
He placed his hand over his heart, “me too, baby… me too.”
“There… is something else I want to tell you too.”
Atsumu frowned, what else could she want to tell him now that she told him that she loved him?
“Do… you want to hear it now or wait?”
“Just tell me now,” he breathed in and out rapidly, preparing himself. “You just told me that you love me, it can’t be anything better than that.”
“I’m pregnant.”
His jaw dropped.
“Holy fuck!” he swore, jumping onto his feet. “You’re serious?” She nodded, a small smile playing on her face. Reaching for something, she brought it to the camera. After a bit of adjustment, Atsumu recognized that it was a pregnancy test, and the little result box showed two solid lines. He covered his mouth before shouting for joy. His accent came out as he voiced his happiness, “that news is the next best thing to ‘yer telling me ‘yer love me!”
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Atsumu groaned in his sleep, something was squeezing him… squeezing his cock.
“’Sumu…”
His breath quickened, he couldn’t see in his dream, it was all pitch black but he could hear Y/n’s voice. “… Y/n?”
“Wake up, ‘Sumu…”
His eye snapped open when he felt a familiar hand holding his sacks, massaging them. “Fuck…” he flipped her onto her back and buried his face against her neck. “You…” he growled, pressing a kiss to the pulse. Her beating heart was what he lived for now.
Although he hadn’t discussed the subject yet, he contemplated retiring from professional volleyball. The prospect of traveling had become increasingly unbearable without her, and now, with the knowledge of Y/n carrying his child, leaving her behind, even for a few days at most, was challenging.
He shifted to gaze down at her, her mischievous smile as her hand that was pressed against his chest began shifting downwards until it wrapped around his hard cock. Atsumu groaned, “you’re killing me…”
Y/n pressed a kiss to his chin, “make love to me.”
“I’ll be honored to serve.” He maneuvered himself between her legs after discovering she had already removed his boxers. His cock was already leaking, ready to be buried inside her heavenly pussy.
“Ahh…” She moaned when his cock slowly entered her until their bodies met hip to hip.
Atsumu widened her legs and created a steady pace to meet both their needs. He was extremely happy to hear the doctor answering his concerns about pregnancy sex. “It is actually good to continue to keep having sex during the pregnancy, just nothing extreme and wild.”
His thumb rubbed her clit, alternating with a pinch. Her bed creaked with each of his thrusts, reminding him he was going too hard.
Y/n reached for him, “faster…”
Leaning over her, he brushed her lips, “your neighbor is going to hate us if I go any faster…” He reminded her of the time her landlord had to notify her that other tenants complained about the noise coming from her unit. “You know… if you lived with me… I could fuck you as hard as you want,” he whispered into her ear. “No one will complain.” He nipped at the skin below her jaw. “Please, Y/n, move in with me.”
“You play dirty…” she moaned, “asking me that while you’re deep inside of me…”
“Is it working?”
“Yes…” she squeaked when he slammed into her, causing her headboard to bang into the wall. “Yes!” she whispered, “yes, I’ll move in with you – now make me cum. I want to cum on your cock.”
Atsumu smiled brightly, “as you wish.”
E/n: he is something else.
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>>>@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy
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colourstreakgryffin · 2 months
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Halooo!!!
Can I have some headcanons on what's it like being the miya twin's little sister? Like how each act with their sis and all? (who also may or may not have a crush on sakusa hehe)
Hmmm! Okay! I’ll try this out! Been a while since I’ve even touched Haikyuu so let’s see if I remember the Miya Twins enough to write for them! Also… these pretty short tbh! Sorry! Hope, it’s okay!
Older Brothers! Osamu Miya and Atsumu Miya
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God. You think the Miya Twins being just with each other is bad enough? Nope. It’s even more chaotic when you throw their little sister into the bunch. It’s a big ball of mess and disaster
Osamu prefers you to be independent and teaches you to cook so you can care for yourself. Atsumu, on the other hand, wants you to always rely on him so he can take care of you
Hence why the twins bicker and fight over you. They have contrasting ways of treating you and it annoys both of them. Osamu is more responsible and level-headed whilst Atsumu is more wild and rambunctious. Osamu bonds with you over painting and café hangouts, Atsumu bonds with you over arcade visits and general mischief
Osamu wants his little sister to behave as a good, functional, well-mannered lady of society whilst Atsumu believes his twin is trying to control their sister and tries to encourage you to be whoever you want to be. Osamu doesn’t like his twin trying to support their sister being destructive
Like with the laidback and stern parent. You got the laidback older brother and the stern older brother. Atsumu treats you like a old friend and doesn’t mind being so open and casual like Osamu is more like a protective momma bear and wants you to never take influence from Atsumu
I swear. Osamu isn’t controlling, he just wants the best for you. He just can’t keep his twin from convincing you to go rob a store— go hold Aran at gunpoint— go have fun by pulling a prank on Sakusa
Speaking on Sakusa. Your brothers are not happy with your crush on Sakusa. You’re younger than him and he is so bland and lifeless. You deserve so much better and detaching you from this crush is one of the only times Osamu and Atsumu will willingly work together, instead of fighting over opposing views. They both agree you deserve better than their own teammate
Should Sakusa even just talk to you, Osamu and Atsumu are pouncing on him right away and trying to threaten his ass into avoiding you like the plague. It’s protective, loving intentions but wrongly executed big brother behaviour(whilst Atsumu has it worst, Osamu is as tame as possible). You wish they weren’t so protective over you…
Osamu prefers handholding where you have your own space, Atsumu loves holding by the shoulder so there is no personal space
Osamu is very proud but hides it under his mellow, strong character whilst Atsumu acts on his pride and brags. Anytime you win a reward, Osamu’s recording you getting the reward for both himself and his parents to admire whilst Atsumu is being your biggest cheerleader, loud and wildly calling out your praises
The Twins would prefer you do not watch their Volleyball match practice but do attend their official games. Having your approval and feeling your pride towards them helps make them feel unstoppable
Overall. These brothers have contrasting treatment of you but the things they share is that they love you so much, that they’ll support and adore you, that they’ll always protect you and that you’re better than everybody around you
It’s pretty cute how affectionate and lovey-dovey and cuddly these twins are to you. Atsumu will express his affections outloud and in public with no shame, Osamu prefers to do it in private, domestic locations since his self-awareness is too high and his protectiveness is as high
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nova-amor · 5 months
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whatever miya atsumu set his mind to, he wouldn't stop until he was 100% satisfied with the final result. regardless of whether it was practicing his serves or setting a new weightlifting personal record, atsumu was always determined to succeed.
so, it shouldn't come as a surprise that after challenging him to see who could last longer during sex, that atsumu would take it personally. he had cleared off his weekend schedule— canceling any plans and appointments that he had made to have an open schedule set aside just for you.
he had even set up a mini scoreboard on your nightstand, keeping an official record of how many orgasms you gave each other through the weekend. he had made it a serious challenge, determined to prove to you that he was willing to win no matter what.
atsumu planted a fat kiss on your swollen clit, the bud throbbing and sore from the continuous stimulation. he peered up at you with half-lidded eyes, swiping his tongue over his top lip to clean off the creamy stains of your release from his mouth.
he had been eating you out for what had felt like an eternity, sucking your soul straight out from your overwhelmed cunt. "your thighs are shaking so much," atsumu pointed out, resting his cheek along your inner thigh. he resisted the urge to smile, knowing how exhausted you were based on the way your brows furrowed and chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.
"do you need a break? we can stop," your eyes snapped open at his suggestion, any sense of fatigue instantly fleeing. you shuffled your body away from his, his own moving up to sit on the balls of his feet.
"don't wanna stop— wanna keep going," you mumbled, determined to prove yourself. your hands worked quick to wrap themselves around his cock. you were absolutely determined to even out the scores, you weren’t going to lose this challenge. "we aren't stopping until you give up."
atsumu smirked, "m-me? g-give up?" he stuttered, hips bucking to match the pace you had set. you two hadn't even fucked yet— spending the last few hours pleasuring each other with your hands and mouths instead. "h-have you met me? i don't give up."
you returned the smirk, giving his shaft a rough squeeze; he let a groan slip out at the sensation. "well, you know me— i don't either."
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milaisreading · 2 years
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The best tweet to ever come out of Twitter.com
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sassycheesecake · 6 months
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The Replier #10
- ATSUMU MIYA, KEI TSUKISHIMA, KENJI FUTAKUCHI, Kentarō Kyōtani, Kenjirō Shirabu, Suguru Daishō, KŌRAI HOSHIUMI, KIYOOMI SAKUSA
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getoslittlemonkey · 1 year
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Suna Rintaro Wholesome Headcanons That Have Me Giggling
Suna Rintaro who as a teenager frequently visited the twins' house in Hyogo.
Suna Rintaro who's close with their parents who love Rintaro just as much as they love their sons.
Suna Rintaro who laughs when the twins' parents tell him childhood stories about the twins and how much they are responsible for their premature gray hair.
Suna Rintaro who in turn tells the twins' parents that he feels bad for them and hopes he never has to face the same situation.
Suna Rintaro whose eyes almost pop out of their sockets when the gynecologist congratulates Suna for becoming a father to twins while showing both of you the sonogram.
Suna Rintaro who ugly cries with happiness when he holds both of his baby boys in his arms for the first time.
Suna Rintaro who loves how his babies look like his spitting image— much to your annoyance (you carried them for 9 months only for them to look like your husband?!)
Suna Rintaro whose biggest concern as the twins are growing up is how much his sons love the Miya Twins.
Suna Rintaro who's soul almost leaves his body when his little twins start doing some of the same things as Atsumu and Osamu's parents had told him about.
Suna Rintaro who does not laugh at the stories the Miyas' parents had told him about, and rather empathises with them.
Suna Rintaro who smiles with nothing but adoration when you send him selfies of you with your twins captioned "We miss you dadda" on his away games.
Suna Rintaro whose face loses color when he hears a loud crash in the kitchen and rushes to see his 4 year olds giggling with flour entirely covering them AND half of the kitchen.
Suna Rintaro whose heart melts when they say "Sorry dadda, just wanted to make pancakes for you and mommy".
Suna Rintaro who has accepted the fact that even his hair would untimely turn gray and he'd probably get wrinkles in his forties but no longer minds it because he loves his baby boys way too much to care even if they sometimes make him want to peel his skin off <3
(Bonus : He also doesn't mind his early grays and wrinkles because as you always tell him he'd be the "yummiest dilf ever")
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nek0mabokk · 1 month
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OMFG MIYA TWINS TIME SKIP ARE SO HOT ??? LIKE WTF I WOULD BE ON MY KNEES FOR THEM 🤨🤨🤨🤨
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noomon · 8 months
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ding!
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. . . miya atsumu. winning in carnival games and in love.
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if anything, atsumu was fairly lucky when it came to carnival games.
games based on chance and pure luck are the ones he hates with every fiber of his being because miya atsumu was not that lucky when it came to winning said games. he’d rather take his chance on winning things that use strength, mobility, reflexes, and coordination. after all, those were his strengths, and in life, there’s a saying to play to your strengths.
just like what he is doing right now.
“hol’ on, ‘m goin’ to try and win that plushie. why? ‘cuz it reminds me of ya! why else?”
he had told you earlier, but what you didn’t expect was him almost clearing out the stands of their prizes because of how good he was at it. from catching magnetic sticks that dropped to test out one’s reflexes to him having to hold onto a bar for a certain amount of time, you best believe that he put those hours he spent at the gym for volleyball training to good use.
“go, tsumu!”
and really, your cheers that mirrored when he scored a point in his volleyball match fueled his determination to win.
he smiles in your direction, then looks back at the board with balloons taped onto it. atsumu takes a deep breath, then throws the darts he was given at the boards, making it look too easy to simply hit the targets. the small crowd that gathered around the booth cheered him as well, which fed your boyfriend’s ego well and would last him a week’s worth of oozing charm.
“where to next?” he asks, carrying paper bags upon paper bags filled with stuffed toys.
there were plenty more prizes that you two left by the security guards’ storage room near the entrance, which you would pick up on your way out so you wouldn’t have to carry lots of baggage.
“i think we should take it easy on winning these prizes, ‘tsumu,” you told him softly, motioning toward the bags he carried. “where are we even going to put all of these? we can keep some of them, but not all of them, y’know?”
atsumu nods, thinking to himself. as you two wandered from booth to booth, your attention turned to a child who was whispering to her mother about the plushies atsumu held. without much hesitance on your part, you dragged your boyfriend toward the child and her mother, offering to give her a stuffed animal.
“f– for me?” she asks quietly, looking at you as you crouched to level with her.
“of course! you see that prince beside me holding the paper bags? he won these plushies because he’s so strong!” you answered. “he’s glad to give these away to princesses like you.” you glanced at her dress, seeing that she wore something similar to a princess gown. “isn’t that right, ‘tsumu?”
“oh— yeah, totally,” he agreed with a slight blush on his cheeks. the gears in his head are still trying to process your compliments.
“wah, thank you!” she said to the both of you, and not too long after, she and her mother bid goodbyes.
you sighed, linking your arm with atsumu’s as you watched the little girl happily hug her stuffed animal.
“should we give the rest of those away?”
“i’m down with whatever ya want to do with ‘em,” he tells you. “i did win ‘em for you, after all ‘cuz i’m very strong, right?”
“oh, you,” you rolled your eyes at him, continuing your walk to give away a few of the prizes he had won. “wait, you have something in your hair; hold on.” you got the fallen leaf that fell on his hair, smiling. “there we go.”
atsumu blinked at you, then grinned cheekily. “yer goin’ to make this strong prince fall in love with ya even more.”
“hm, what if that’s my plan all along?” you chuckle, tugging at him once more. “let’s go, we still have a lot of prizes to give away.”
he may not be lucky when it comes to claw machines, chance and luck-based games, and whatnot, but it doesn’t matter to him that much now when he’s winning in most carnival games and especially in love.
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note. @miaumooo, for you! i combined two of the prompt entries you sent in.
noomon © 2023. do not copy, modify, or translate my work.
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“oh cmon, you’re telling me you haven’t thought about dating me at least once?”
not again. “no atsumu, you font think i have known you too long to not have realised how you act? i hate to say it but you just aren’t my type.” you’re lying. you have had a crush on him since your last year of middle school, however, miya atsumu may possibly have one of the most annoying personalities you have ever had the misfortune of coming across. for the past month he has taken pleasure in flirting with you to elicit a reaction and so far it hasn’t worked.
so far.
today you decided it was the perfect time to fluster him, i mean it would only be fair to flirt back with him after he has been trying to get your attention for so long, right?
“wow yn you’re going to break my heart, i get i can be a bit much but you don’t find me handsome at all?” the shit eating grin on his face somehow makes him look even more attractive, it highlights the warmth in his cheeks and brings out very faint crow’s feet that just look gorgeous on him. he’s making it way to hard now, you have to flirt with him.
“i mean you are very attractive atsumu, only an idiot would be dumb enough to lie about that.” you’re strategic with your moves, you have seen the way he reacts with his fans so you know the best ways to make him blush. simply placing your hand flat on his chest and staring at his lips for a few seconds is enough to give him a rosy complexion.
“you have such a pretty face, especially when you’re blushing, god i could look at your for hours,” oh he is red now, the plan is working. you start to run your hands down his abs very faintly, he can barely feel the touch of your fingers but he knows its there, he so badly wants to see where his stomach connects with you, but he cant seem to pull his eyes away from yours. “and don’t get me started on your voice, or that amazing body of yours.”
if he were to actually listen to what you are saying he would hear the very obvious sarcasm placed right in front of him, but right now he’s too busy trying to restrain himself from grabbing both sides of your face and kissing you in front of all his teammates. he feels your feather light touches start to ghost up to his head where your fingers make home in his yellow blonde hair, slightly scratching at his scalp in a way you know has him itching for more.
“yn…” he breathes out, he doesn’t really know what he would even say to you, but before he can even think of a sentence you’re starting again.
“and your hair, i love it, the way it compliments your eyes so perfectly, and how soft it is. i think—” your words are cut off by the ringing of the msby jackals gym bell, telling the team its time for a break from practice.
“oh, sorry tsumu,” removing your hand from his hair, he looks sort of disappointed, its cute to say the least. “i have to go help coach foster get the next activity ready.”
and so atsumu is left there completely stunned, a little sweaty and very red, although he claims its just from the intense practice. the only thing he can think to do is grab his phone and open the team groupchat to confess his dying love for their manager.
miya atsumu
holy shit guys
you’ll never guess what just happened
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