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salsakiyoomi · 1 year

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you knew miya atsumu from highschool.

yes, the miya atsumu, the star hit volleyball player, the one on almost every magazine cover, the one with over a hundred million followers on instagram, the one who's notorious for flirting with his interviewers and having an attitude with an over the top ego yet still managing to quiver under his coach's gaze and putting his arrogance in check.

yes, you knew him.

you knew him as the loud, rowdy kid who never shut up in class, who definitely had an over the top ego and attitude problem back then as well, who also flirted with your friends and even you on some if not all occasions.

god, you hated him.

he was arrogant and ignorant and overall a huge dickehead who needed to be tamed.

this was the light you saw him in up until graduation day, when he came up to you with a smirk plastered on his face and you noticed it, mentally preparing yourself to tell him to fuck off if he was here to flirt with you again.

but he didn't saying anything flirtatious, instead, all he said was, "hey, congratulations on being in the top three, man, it's freakin' awesome."

he was congratulating you for when you took your diploma and the principal announced that you were in second place between all the other graduates.

and after that, miya atsumu left and you never saw him again.

it wasn't until a few years later that you randomly saw his name on a twitter headline that said 'new upcoming volleyball star : miya atsumu is certainly making his way to the frontlines!'

it was obvious that volleyball would be his go-to, he was definitely talented at it, and against your bitter will, you had to admit that even you were awe-strucked when he played on the court.

however, it still was definitely a surprise when you saw his name on headlines, it left you with your mouth hung open in astonishment.

and after that, he was everywhere you went.

on tv, on magazines posing with his teammates, on instagram and twitter, on youtube in 'top ten funniest miya atsumu moments' video compilations — heck, even in a fucking advertisement for a hair conditioner.

you truly couldn't escape him.

by heart, you were a journalist, and so soon came the day where miya atsumu is sitting in front of you, conducting an interview.

well, it isn't him alone, it's him and his teammates — it's loud in the room as all of them talk over eachother, but his eye catches yours and a hint of recognition flashes in them, before a smile spreads on his lips, one that you eventually mirror as if the both of you are sharing some inside joke.

miya atsumu recognizes you.

he recognizes your face and your eyes, he recognizes you smile, and oh how he recognizes your voice that's speaking in a soft, professional tone now, but used to scold him with a harsh and sarcastic tone then.

and so, in the next thirty minute you spent interviewing him and his teammates, miya atsumu's mind kept flashing through the very few memories he had with you in highschool, and most importantly, feelings of an old crush resurfaced now that he's face to face with you.

he's smiling at you, giving you heart eyes, and answering every question that you asked him personally with an almost child-like enthusiasm.

atsumu truly hasn't felt this shy around someone since highschool.

the interview passes quick and everyone scatters soon after and you find yourself standing outside the stadium, with your phone in your hand and waiting for your uber to come.

you think, while miya atsumu still had some of his unmistakable traits such as his attitude and talent to annoy others effortlessly, there's still some traits to him that make you tolerate him a bit more now.

after all, you don't really hate him as much as you did back in highschool.

or it you can even call what you felt towards him back in highschool hate — it was more of a feeling if annoyance really, since he was a nuisance.

"well, well, well, long time no see." a familiar voice plastered with cockiness to it calls out to you, and you turn around to face the blonde.

speak of the devil, you think.

"well, surprised to even see you still remember me, miya." you tease, smirking at him.

"what can i say? it's hard to forget you when you used to call me a 'motherfucking jackass' everyday at school." he shoots back, laughing loudly at the way you turn your face away in embarrassment.

"listen, you used to annoy me alot, okay?" you defend, "and i see that none of that has changed."

he grins at you, and says, "one can only change so little, i see you still have very little tolerance for me."

"as always."

he laughs again, and then his laughter quiets down, but a smile still remains on his lips as he looks at you, his expression timid and his voice almost shy as he says, "haven't seen you in so long, i missed ya."

you think you're imagining it when you see him with a faint pink dusting his cheeks.

now it's your turn to laugh, you aren't necessarily laughing at him, just more so that you're surprised by his sudden statement, and so you reply with, "well, my everyday was kind of dull without you annoying me, so i guess i missed you too."

you can swear that the pink on his cheeks got darker when you said that, but you decide not to say anything of it.

he chuckles and stuffs his hands in his pockets, "well, i'm glad we can finally agree on something." he let's out a long sigh, "who knew fate would bring us back like that? as a hotshot and an interviewer?"

he's being dramatic and cocky again.

you roll your eyes at him, "you think quite highly of yourself, it's sickening."

atsumu grins at you, and you shake your head at him with an unwilling smile on your lips, thinking that maybe his company right now isn't so bad, and that maybe you're actually enjoying talking to him right now.

atsumu asks, "so, are you waiting for someone?"

"my uber, yes."

"well, then i guess you wouldn't mind if i waited with you then." he says, shuffling a bit closer to you — atsumu isn't sure why he's doing this to himself, talking with you knowing how nervous and jittery you get him to be, with his heart pounding fast in his chest and his hands clammy in his pockets and he hasn't felt this way since highschool — but maybe, just maybe he's hoping he could build up enough courage to ask for your number.

"you already are," you remark teasingly, smiling at him.

your phone vibrates in your hand and you check the notification that tell you your uber is almost here.

"it's almost here anyway," you state, and you don't notice how his shoulders suddenly slump down like a disappointed child.

"oh," he says disappointingly, "well, it was nice meeting you again after so long, y/n." he smiles brightly at you.

you state at him for a moment, your mind racing through some thoughts, before you finally decide that : fuck it, you'll just go for it.

"give me your phone." you demand.

he furrows his brows in confusion, "what? why?"

"just give me your phone."

atsumu reluctantly and confusingly pulls his phone out and hands it to you without asking any further questions.

you tap away at his screen for a few seconds before handing his phone back to him — and just then your uber pulls up.

atsumu only catches a glimpse of 'y/n from highschool' saved into his contact list before you're standing on your tippy toes pressing a peck to his cheek and pulling away, smiling and waving at him as you make your way to your ride.

you call out, "call me later, okay?"

atsumu swears his heart went flying with the next gust of wind that blew, and red bloomed on his cheeks as his eyes scanned over your contact name a hundred times, almost as if he couldn't believe it sat in his phone now, and when his mind finally registered it, a giddy, shy smile that he couldn't resist spread to his face.

oh, for sure he'll be calling you later.

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ven7s · 2 years

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in the way miya atsumu loves

— miya atsumu x gn!reader ; wc. 0.6k ; genre fluff

notes. not proofread; i haven't written in months so apologies if this isn't that good

"i want to marry ya."

"you're crazy."

"yeah, crazy for ya," atsumu says with a smile so confident you laugh

"god, you're so cheesy," you shove his arm gently and he grins back at you.

"cheesy for y-"

"shut up," you laugh harder and he only smiles back.

both your laughter dies down and your hands are intertwined — he rubs the back of your hand and you rest your head beneath his.

"so.." atsumu starts.

he's nervous. you hadn’t given a hard cut answer yet and he’s scared. he didn’t mean for it to come out, it just did and he repeats like a mantra to himself how stupid he was for mentioning it.

"so.. we're getting married, hm?" you continue the sentence and smile into his neck.

atsumu blinks. once then twice.

"shit."

you pull back with a crooked smile and furrowed brows, "shit?"

"i say yes and the first thing you say is shit?" you make light of him and atsumu quickly grows flushed.

"stop," he groans, pushing himself under the blanket and smothering his face into your chest while you giggle at his childlike behavior.

"i said shit because i don't have anything ready," atsumu mutters, "i don't even have a ring."

you lift the blanket and put your hands around his face to make him look up at you.

"you're worried about that of all things? a silly ring?"

he's taken aback, "what are ya worried about then?"

you think for a second, "that i'd have to divorce you because you never put down the toilet seat after pissing."

atsumu’s face is offended, but when you leave a kiss on his jaw he easily melts into your touch.

“but seriously, we don’t need a ring. we should be worrying about paying rent before getting rings,” you scoff, messing with his hair.

“yeah, but..” atsumu pauses and looks away sheepishly, “i want to get the best for us, y’know?”

“marrying you is everything i could’ve asked for, because as long as i have you everything will be okay,” you whisper shyly and it's enough to have atsumu grinning from ear to ear.

“god, yer so cheesy," he glances at you, smugly smirking to himself from how he used your line from before against you.

“you always have to ruin the mood. you're such a dork," you shove him and turn your back against him with a playful smile.

he teases a “c’mon” and wraps his arm around you, pulling you against him.

music plays from the stereo in the kitchen that both you and atsumu were too lazy to turn off. the stone hard feeling of stress in atsumu is no longer present. all he can think about is you and him.

"so, we're really getting married, huh?" atsumu whispers, kissing the top of your head.

"yeah, we are."

it's so domestic. the way he holds you and the way you hold him.

just an hour ago neither of you had the thought of getting married, yet here you are engaged.

there's no ring, but that’s okay.

he’s always been so uncharacteristically gentle and patient with you. and not to mention how painfully obvious he’s starstruck for you.

in the way he pulls you back to bed, mumbling some bullshit about how he just wants to stay with you for five more minutes when in reality it turns into thirty minutes.

his love is stored in the way he wraps his arm around your waist swaying back and forth when he comes back from practice, complaining about how sore he is just so he could convince you to massage him.

it’s enough to still make your stomach feel funny whenever you look at him (despite the fact that you’ve been dating him for over five years now).

“‘tsumu?”

“hm?”

“i love you.”

“i love ya more.”

the simple way atsumu loves is all you really need to know that your answer would always be yes.

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sweetbbyshion · 1 year

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-> Atsumu Miya x Reader (no pronouns used)

characters: Atsumu Miya

genre: fluff, small drabble

warnings: established relationship, mentions of marriage

Atsumu arrives home after two weeks away at a training camp. He feels exhausted, physically and mentally, and he can't wait to lay on his bed and sleep for twelve hours straight. He should be used to sleeping by himself after having to leave so many times but he always misses the warmth your body provides him. He realizes sleep can wait when opens the front door and is greeted with the smell of food, a song playing and your voice as you run towards him as soon as you realize he's home. Atsumu drops the suitcase on the floor and hugs you tightly, burying his face in your hair (that you have been washing with his shampoo). “I’m home.” he shakily says, now noticing that he missed you more than he thought.

“Welcome home, Atsu.” your voice sounds even more beautiful than it did during the quick calls during practice game breaks.

You lock the door behind Atsumu and drag him to the kitchen, takeout already on the table with your phone next to it while the playlist Atsumu made for you is playing. You smile brightly at him and he wants to kiss you until he makes up for lost time. “I have something to show you.” You say as you walk away from him to grab something from next to the microwave that Atsumu can't see and hide it behind your back. You giggle while your boyfriend tries to peek what you're holding. His hands have a grip on your waist as he attempts to turn you around. “Stop! I’ll show you. So… You know I miss you a lot when you're away.”

“I miss you too.” “Let me speak Atsumu!” he lets out a whine but you simply ignore him. “Sooooo I got this to keep me company when you're not here. It's stupid, I know, but I will kick your ass if you make fun of it.”

In your hands, a nendoroid sits looking up at him with a big grin. It looks like Atsumu, a cuter and smaller version of him, and it's wearing his MSBY uniform. Atsumu vaguely remembers his PR team telling everyone about the little toys a few months ago but he never thought you would want one. But as he looks at your happily smiling while holding it, his heart gets warm and he's sure he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

“Do you have a crush on me or something?” he decides to joke and you choose to ignore the way his eyes are shining and he sniffles, trying not to cry. “The biggest crush.”

Atsumu laughs when you kiss the top of the nendoroid’s head and his eyes focus on your bare ring finger. Yeah, maybe it's time for him to start looking for a ring.

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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

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

~ ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 551 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

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

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

♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡

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

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

winning big

no signs of stopping

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lunarxcity · 2 years

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i feel like atsumu miya would be the type of person that would just remember unexpected small details about you like your birthday, likes, dislikes, etc. this man would be the type to see one of your mutual friends ordering food for the group and would correct any specific details on your order making sure they don’t include anything you don’t like. he would also clear his schedule on your birthday without telling you bc why would he do anything else? he also would remember details about things you mentioned years later. you mentioned your favourite restaurant is a hole in the wall ramen joint owned by an elderly couple in tokyo that you frequented in your university years?? he’ll take you there when you guys visit tokyo 2 years after you mentioned it.

#i am hcing this #miya atsumu #miya atsumu hc #miya atsumu hcs #atsumu miya hc #hq atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu hcs #atsumu drabble #miya atsumu drabbles #atsumu headcanons

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tsumlove · 2 years

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third person ft. miya a.

warnings: he stands you up, genre: angst no comfort gender neutral reader

notes: first ff <3 btw this is sort of a pov of the person atsumu was set up with in kybabi’s miya atsumu fic ‘I could love you forever’ and sort of like the person in jojis song that he’s dating but can’t help wishing it was the other person

you’ve always been attracted to atsumu. the way he radiated confidence, the way he would bicker with his friends from time to time. (all the time actually) but nonetheless he was him. a boy who you were foolishly in love with. Sure he might not love you now but who’s to say that he won’t love you in the future. as long as you win him over maybe you two could possibly become a couple.

your friends have long known about your massive crush on atsumu and have teased you about it ever since. one of your friends had a connection to atsumus twin brother, osamu, and they had decided to set you two up. when you heard the news you were absolutely ecstatic. for the days leading up to the date it was all you could think about. you had planned everything out from your outfit to conversations you two might have and maybe even plan a second date while your at it.

when the day had finally come you had arrived at the park 30 minutes earlier making sure your outfit and hair were alright and texting your friends with keyboard spams. but even as 30 minutes passed and the time of the date had arrived he was nowhere to be seen. ‘maybe he’s running a bit late’ you had thought to yourself. 10 minutes passed and still no sign of him, your expression was faltering little by little as more time kept on passing. another 2 hours pass and it’s nearing night now. you get ready to go home sighing to yourself assuring that atsumu probably had something come up when your phone pings, you quickly look at it hoping it was atsumu and indeed it was. it was him texting you a quick sorry about missing the date and that was all. there was no reschedule at all. you read it over again and decided to text him back after recollecting your thoughts. ‘no worries! i get it, when should we reschedule?’ you send it and walk home sorrowfully but still a little hopeful.

the next day all your hopes that you still had from yesterday had absolutely shattered when he had texted you ‘thanks for understanding but I don’t think we’re the right fit for each other… sorry again.’ you take a moment to process what you just read tears threatening to spill out of your eyes as you decide to skip class and hide in the bathroom. you think about why he doesn’t think you two would match each other as he hasn’t even gone on the date yet let alone even have a proper conversation.

you shake off your thoughts for a bit and decide to head home and call in sick for the day. barely halfway out the door you see him. miya atsumu. just before you rushed back into the bathroom you could hear him whisper ‘I think I could love you forever’ with a smile on his face, the biggest smile you’ve ever seen from him to be honest. all while holding hands with a girl. to be exact one of those friends he always bickered with, the one everyone thought he was dating, the one who he was ‘just friends’ with. that’s when it hit you, you and atsumu were never meant to be. they were always destined to be together and you were just the catalyst that would push them together even if it meant sacrificing your own feelings

#haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #miya atsumu #miya atsumu drabbles #miya atsumu angst #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu drabble #atsumu x reader #atsumu x gn!reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu scenarios

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northofneverland · 2 years

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Pairing: fem!reader x Atusmu Despite his better judgement, Atsumu loves it when you heckle the refs. He loves seeing how heated you get, your face livid, voice piecing and arms exaggerated as you argue over a technicality that even he didn't notice. The team doesn't bother interrupting you because they know you're right; you're always right. You know the rules better than anyone on the court, watching from the bleachers like a hawk, waiting for any misplays. But while he loves the point you eventually win for them, he loves your confidence, how unfettered you are when you stand up for him and his friends, even more. At first, he was uncertain about dating somebody outside the world of volleyball. But when you showed up to his practice with a notebook and took notes every time the coach or manager spoke, he knew that you were serious about the game and, more importantly, him. You took the time to learn about his passion and, in some ways, him. Watching you get up in arms about one point, one that he and his friends can easily win back, reminds him that you like being here, that you still enjoy the game, that you're still in love with him. So when he hears players from the other team joke, "Miya control your woman," Atsumu can't help but yell, loud enough for the whole stadium to hear, "give'm hell babe".

#Atsumu is a chaotic man who would revel in his partner being equally loud and unashamed as him.#He'd laugh the first time you heckle a ref instead of being ashamed or embarrassed.#Let's be real he'd also be heckling the ref too if he didn't have a captain to keep him in check #the piss coloured hair twin that I love with my whole heart #miya atsumu #miya atsumu drabbles #atsumu miya #miya atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu fluff #hq atsumu #haikyuu #miya atsumu x female reader

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voidcat · 2 years

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Atsumu Miya, who is all game and serious when it comes to volleyball.

But when it is you, all the sharp edges to him soften with a snap. The hardness still remains, for when people try to bother you, upset or pick on you, dismiss or ignore you. He has known since highschool Just how vile and forward his fans can get so he makes it his priority to be the wall that guards you from them.

Atsumu Miya who is all serious and almost demon like when it comes to volleyball, when coming up with a new tactic on spot, planning a new move to use, deceiving, cunning, sharp and fast as his mind. The very same smirk remains on his face off matches but a warmth radiates from it now. A goofball and an idiot around his friends and you, still, despite all the jokes, insults and jabs he receives from the lot of you, he wouldn’t change it for the world, he thinks.

Atsumu Miya who quite literally brags to people about you, calls you name after name, each getting mushier yet managing to make you giddy all around. An arm wrapped around you, he makes sure to stay close, always hold a physical contact between the two; the glares he gives to those staring will melt away the moment his eyes find yours.

#idk what this is but hey #tbh it’s funny how I kinda don’t like atsumu bc like he meets some of my… standarts… plus hed spoil the shit outta me and all 🤧🤧#anywys the banana Head can choke. hey Samu are you free this thursday #miya atsumu #Haikyuu!!#miya atsumu drabbles #atsumu x reader #hq x reader

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sunaluv · 1 year

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more "come get your man"❗❗ with some more haikyuu boys maybe but honestly? whoever you want 🙏

i got u 😉

part 1 here

pairings: osamu, atsumu, kuroo

OSAMU

onigiri miya was due to close in the next two minutes. you watched your boyfriend close up the counter from your spot on the stool. you liked sitting in when his shop was empty like this, it felt kinda…domestic.

it triggered your thoughts on the future with the hotter twin (in your opinion), you could see yourself walking down the alter to meet him, eating on the floors of your unfurnished home, him standing behind you whilst you rocked your child to sleep—

“hey samu what should i do with these!” you almost rolled your eyes at the voice shouting from the kitchen.

osamu had explained to you how he hired one of his friends from high school to work for him as a favour. she had just finished getting her degree and was looking for work in the area.

you didn’t mind, you were secure in your relationship so there was no reason to be pissed. that was until you had met her and introduced yourself to her as his girlfriend. like a switch had flipped, she instantly started to openly show her hatred for you behind sugar coated insults and not so subtle faces she made only when your boyfriend was out of sight.

you watched osamu’s chest expand in a deep breath. he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair before flipping his cap back on, pecking your temple before heading to the back. “i’ll go see what she wants then we’ll leave, ‘kay?”

you nodded and packed your bag, leaving your space clear and waiting by the counter for your man.

a whole five minutes had passed. you haven’t heard anything which was a sign that you should go investigate, given that girls record.

“…i thought we had a rule for customers showing up before closing time.” a hushed voice whispered.

“we do, there’s no customers here.”

“so who’s still sat out front, you always do this sam—”

ahem.

two faces looked to your spot at the door opening. one looking guilty, one relieved.

“you ready to go samu?” you asked sweetly. “it’s been five minutes and it’s movie night, you know i’m dying to catch up on our franchise.” you not so subtly bragged.

he breathed out through a chuckle. “of course baby, sorry for the hold up. i’m done here anyways.” he walked towards you, missing the dropped jaw of his employee.

you wrapped your arm around his waist before you left, not before smirking at the red-faced girl who was shaking in anger? sadness? embarrassment? you didn’t care.

your shoulders dropped at the chime of the bell followed by the nights breeze as you began your comfortably silent walk home.

“you’re cute when you stake your claim on me ya know?” osamu flicked your forehead.

“shaddap.” you retorted. “if she doesn’t understand boundaries i’ll set them.”

ATSUMU

atsumu was a textbook example of a frat boy. the parties, the girls, the popularity, the girls.

the only stereotype he’s not playing into is dating the leader of the girls sorority house, and some people felt like he’s doing it all wrong.

“omg hi! welcome to—” the cheery voice dripped upon seeing you at the door. “the boys house, who do you know here?”

the girl you recognised as the sorority house leader shamelessly eyes you up and down, twirling the ends of her blonde hair.

if she was here, the rest of the girls were too. they did everything as a culty pack: traveling, partying and even dating. you always thought it was weird how they were all paired with a frat boy, but you never said anything. maybe to them at least.

they obviously hated you for being a rock in their river.

“i’m here for atsumu,” your brow quirked.

her face hardened before plastering into a plastic smile.

“sorry ya just missed him! maybe if you go to—”

“BABY IS THAT YOU!?” a loud, excited voice belonging to your boyfriend shouted.

looking over her shoulder, you watched his blonde locks fly with the wind as he shoved past the girl who let out a disheartened gasp, and picked you up before picking you up and twirling you around.

“i missed you so much,” his soft lips continuously pressed against your face before pouring all his emotion into one last kiss on your lips.

“i missed you too tsum,” you giggled “i was only gone a week though.”

“a week to long! come i have so much to catch you up on.”

again ignoring the fuming girl who had watched the whole interaction, he damn near dragged you up the stairs past all his frat bros who you made sure to shout a greeting at as you passed.

you could hear the rest of the girls from the sorority comforting the girl who was now crying, talkin bout ‘he’ll come around, you two are destined to be together. but you didn’t care, you knew atsumu knew about his rep as a frat bro and he has explained to you about how much he doesn’t care about the ‘dumb stereotypes’ and ‘he likes what he likes, and thats you’.

“you know she likes you right?”

“does she, i thought the only reason she wants me that bad is so their matchup can be completed…”

“that’s part of it, but i feel like she genuinely likes you…” you trailed.

“hey, hey,” he held your cheeks tuning your focus on him. “i don’t care about all that okay? i’m yours and yours alone”

you nodded, placing your hands over his.

“now,” he pulled out his phone going straight to the photos app “let me show ya all you’ve missed.”

KUROO

“tetsuro stopppp,” the girl who had been partnered with your boyfriend for a science project whacked his arm playfully. “omg girl tell your boyfriend to stop.”

you looked at her, then him, then back at her. “stop being a bitch tetsuro.” you played into her antics, drawing out his name like she did.

“not like that, you don’t need to be mean. it was literally a joke.” she mumbled.

kuroo’s eyes met your rolling ones across the table as he shrugged.

“so what are you guys doing after this,” she asked the both of you, but stared at kuroo.

you had explained how you were going to the mall after, so they should probably finish up so you can make it soon.

“you’re going on a date? that’s so cuuuute, there’s actually this really cute place we saw together when—”

“i’ll be right back. toilet.” kuroo stated tensely, sending you an apologetic look as he saw your panicked expression. the both of you knew what her intentions were.

she watched him leave, all the way until the toilet door closed then she turned to you. “can i be real with you a sec, have a heart to heart you know as a fellow sister.”

she didn’t let you respond before she spoke out. “i highkey think tetsu deserves better, he seems really tense around you and i know your dating or whatever but i feel like i could treat him better. i know him.”

woahwoahwoahwhat.

“no.”

“no?”

“no!” you took a deep breath in, before calling her name. “i know you like him, you haven’t even respected me or him enough to hide it. but if you really loved him or knew him, you would know how uncomfortable he feels with you openly flirting with him while he’s in a committed relationship.”

your words hit her like a truck. “you’re not listening to me,” she reached for your hands across the table which you retracted before she could reach. “he needs someone like me, i’m not trying to diss you but you dress kinda bland, your not in many classes together, he doesn’t even talk about you all that often.”

“i do when you overstep, but otherwise i’m just trying to do my work and leave.”

she turned around to see her dear tetsu, arms folded, hurt look on his face. you knew he didn’t like confrontation, so he must have been feeling a strong type of way for him to talk like this.

“tetsu—”

“kuroo.”

“tetsuro,” she stood up placing an arm on his arm which made him step back. “please just come to me, you know we’ll be good together too…”

noticing your boyfriends drastically increased discomfort, you stepped in. “i think you’ve done enough,” you put yourself between the two of them.

wordlessly, you took his larger hand in yours and left the library. after checking up on him, the two of you decided to have a home date instead.

“thanks for stepping in by the way” his voice came out small.

you squeezed his hand. “anything for you tetsu”

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sluttsumu · 8 months

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☆ — ft. atsumu miya + getting leaked

warnings: 18+, tsumu being nasty

a/n: a little thought of mine, i can totally imagine msby being up in arms because there’s an “alleged” video out.

atsumu is a nightmare for msby’s pr team.

at this point no one is even surprised when there’s a new viral vid on twitter of him fucking you from behind or stuffing his face in your ass. the lewd photography the two of you take may never have your faces in them but, it’s definitely you two, everyones knows that.

he has no shame, and neither do his teammates. the most recent scandal was a video of him fucking you in the new pair of handcuffs that seemed to get everyone’s attention.

it was another ordinary day for him as he walked in the locker room to see everyone on their phones after practice. the air was tense and everyone was thinking the same thing, he knew that they’d seen it and they were wondering why he didn’t care.

kiyoomi was the first to break the silence, as expected.

“so….miya”

atsumu flips his towel over his shoulder not even sparing his friend a glance. “how many times did you cum from watching it?” he cockily chuckled leaving the rest of the locker room in awe.

“SO IT IS YOU” bokuto exclaimed before starting to laugh along side hinata.

“i have no idea what you’re talkin’ about bo-kun”

the devil was a liar, and so was atsumu miya.

despite lying to his team claiming that the video wasn’t his, he enjoyed toying with the curiosity of others.

sakusa muttered a small “tch” under his breath as he reached into his pocket for his phone.

the video started playing.

atsumu’s lips curl into a smile as he finally turns to face the rest of the locker room as sakusa holds his phone to the blondes face. “that’s literally your girlfriend, miya.”

experiencing it was one thing but watching it was something else. the 20 second video played over and over again of your face stuffed into the sheets as atsumu fucked you full of his cum, your muffled whining echoed throughout the room until sakusa finally turned his phone off.

“she sounds pretty doesn’t she?” he smirked.

everyone was guilty to getting off to you, and atsumu knew that, it simply boosted his pride.

grabbing his bag his walks to the door, but doesn’t leave until spewing condescending words just to keep his friends on their toes.

“knock yourselves out.”

the door closes behind him meanwhile everyone looks at each other confused before receiving a collective notification, to a google drive with all of your porn on it.

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treasuringizu · 1 year

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“Gimme a kiss,” Atsumu murmurs, deep voice low in your ear. His hands are on your hips, fingers digging into the softness of your skin.

You pull him away from you, hands cupping his face and thumb running along his cheek in the way you know he likes. You raise an eyebrow, smiling softly, “I’m wearing lipstick, you know.” This causes his eyes to drop to your lips, gaze hungry, suddenly reminded of the fact.

“So?” he asks, eyes flicking from yours and back to your lips. “Let everyone know I belong ta ya.”

“You’re going to walk around with my lips printed on your face?”

He nods eagerly, ducking to bury his face in your neck. “I’d be the happiest man alive if I got ta walk around like that.”

This makes you laugh, your heart melt, and you reposition your arms around his shoulders to squeeze him closer to you. “You’re going to be late for practice, ‘Tsumu.”

“Just one kiss, baby. Even if it's on the cheek.”

You sigh, but you know that he knows you’re only faking your reluctance. “Kay.”

He pulls away from you, giving you his right cheek, and tapping his pointer finger against it with a giddy smile. You make sure to dramatize your actions, making an amplified noise when pulling away, laughing when he gives you his other cheek, and repeating your actions until he finally lowers his mouth to yours.

He makes sure to deepen the kiss and only chases after you when you pull away, giving you little pecks and placing kisses all around your face, playfully biting your nose when it scrunches in fake disdain. When he finally separates from you, you take notice of the bright red lip marks on his cheeks, and the red tint left on his lips that are stretched into a grin.

“How do I look?”

“Like you are definitely mine.”

His smile widens. “Great. ‘Xactly what I was goin’ for.”

#hey guys i love him #thought of this while watching all of us are dead #the connection? who knows #.atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu drabble #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #.kc writes

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forusomimiya · 11 months

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Atsumu moans like a slut. It's a fact.

He knows that his moans, high or low, create a swirl in your belly, reminding you of how weak you are every time you hear them. Inevitable to hear even though they are a perfect fucking melody, so well intoned, that when they enter your ear, they send a shock straight to your pussy and you, clearly, can only moan in response.

“Ahh darling... so tight you can't stop moaning every time you take me. So much - shit - s-so much you missed me? Huh?"

His moans have become long and drawn out, like torture, sweet torture. Your vision blurs as you find you can't concentrate and you stop resisting the beautiful guttural sound Atsumu sings in your ear.

"Mhmmm babe close... ‘m so - so close nngh shit- hah...so close to fill you up, make you mine... ’cause you want it, don't you? You - want me s-so, soo bad?

You nod, entwining your legs around his waist and urging him to pick up the pace before with a muted warning, making Atsumu to struggle to hold on to the squeeze on his cock, he knows you're cumming with him.

"Yeah - yeah that's it... cum with me pretty girl, remember who - fuck- you belong to. Sing it on my ears, ah~”

#haikyuu smut #haikyuuheadcanon #hq smut #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x imagines #hq headcanons #atsumu smut #Atsumu miya smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #atsumu x reader smut #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x you #atsumu drabble #atsumu x female reader #miya atsumu #atsumu imagines

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atsumulogy · 2 years

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WHEN YOUR CO-WORKER CALLS HIMSELF YOUR “WORK HUSBAND”

synopsis: how he reacts to your co-worker calling himself your “work husband”

featuring: miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, & iwaizumi hajime. fem!reader.

content warning(s): jealousy, possessive boys, weird co-worker, suggestive at iwa’s part 😵 sorry my hands slipped lmao. also grammar mistakes … have mercy i wrote this kinda half asleep + use of wife

naia’s footnote: yk that work wife thing? yeah, that but with a twist with the hq men 🤭 jealous scenarios are my guilty pleasure LOL i wrote this when i was supposed to be doing smth actually productive 😓‼️also i got carried away w atsumu’s haha

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! rb’s & likes are appreciated

#01 — WHEN COMING AS YOUR PLUS ONE IN YOUR OFFICE’S FANCY EVENT, MIYA ATSUMU didn’t want to admit it but he kind of expected to be fawned over by your female colleagues — not that he wanted them to! It’s just … expected, seeing how absolutely hot your husband is (the expensive suit and tie and all). What he did not expect was being introduced to your … what was it? Ahh, yes, “work husband”.

The absolute audacity and sheer nerve of this bastard to call himself that in front of him, the actual husband on the documents and in your heart.

Work husband. He scoffs silently, face scrunching up in irritation, poking his cheeks with his tongue instead of making a fuss in this exclusive event where lots of important people are present. As much as he cares for obliterating this man in front of him, he cares more about you and didn’t want to cause you any issues with your workplace.

(Though, if this ugly scrub touches your arm again and joke about Atsumu being the side chick, he wasn’t so sure that he wouldn’t cause a scene.)

Besides, the 24 karat gold necklace hanging around your neck with his initials attached to the chains and the elegant ring on your finger makes it painfully clear that your self-proclaimed work husband has no chance against the Miya Atsumu.

BONUS:

Atsumu may have acted mature about the situation while in the event, but behind closed doors he was whining and grumbling about that annoyin’ scrub.

“— like I still can’t believe he had the guts to say that in front of me!” He scoffs, face scrunching up again, his mouth forming a scowl. “Work husband… tsk, i’m yer only husband! hell, i’ll be yer work husband, house husband, and every other fuckin’ husband title there is!”

Instead of informing your husband that it doesn’t work like that, you nod to every word he said every time he looks at your eyes to back him up on his rant.

“Yes baby, I know. Now why don’t we get you a trophy with all those husband titles, hm?” You jokingly offered, patting his fluffy blonde hair.

Next week a package arrived carrying a shiny gold trophy with the words “Miya Y/n’s only house husband, work husband, and everything else in between” customized on the front <3

#02 — OIKAWA TOORU SCOFFED AFTER SOME IRRELEVANT, MEDIOCRE, UGLY MAN introduced himself as your “work husband”, somewhat offended because someone dared crown themselves a self-proclaimed title as your work husband — like that bastard is even worthy enough to be breathing the same air as you!

He recognizes this man to be the man you ranted to him about that was inappropriately acting like he’s close with you and many other women of your office.

Wanting to do you and the other women of your office a favor, he decided to humble him.

“Last time I checked, there was no side piece. And if there were to be a side piece — which will never happen by the way! — my wife would pick someone better looking than you. As you can see she has great taste, since she married me and only me. But you should know that by now, hm? Our wedding was even on the news!” showing the ring on his finger, wiggling it even to show emphasis, his tone and his (threatening) smile was friendly, but you all know that it was anything but that.

Oikawa Tooru is an intimidating opponent, both in and out of the court.

#03 — NEVER IN HIS 25 YEARS OF LIVING HAS IWAIZUMI HAJIME met a more annoying and repulsive person such as the man in front of him that cockily and casually called himself as your “work husband”.

You felt his beefy arms tighten around your waist, he leans in to you closely, his hot breath heating up your ears as he asked you with low voice, however still (purposely) loud enough for the guy in front of you two to hear. “Baby, do you even know him?”

You nodded, “He’s just some guy in the finance department who’s really weird, Hajime. I don’t even remember his name. Sato? Aoki?”

The man before you deflated, his cocky stance nowhere to be seen as he scoffs defensively, “It’s Nakamura —”

“— Yeah, sure, well my wife and I have somewhere else to be now. So goodbye Ishikawa-san.” He purposely used a different name — politely even, to mock him and push his buttons.

“It’s Nakamu —”

“Bye Sato-kun!” You played along with your husband’s petty antics, waving him off before locking your arms around Hajime’s before snuggling close to him as you two walked away. The both of you bursting out laughing once you guys think the guy was far away enough to not hear you two.

“Have you seen his face! He deserved that humbling experience!” You snorted, Hajime rolling his eyes as he remembers the guy.

“Okay but who even is he really? Is he always so flirtatious with you? What even is a work husband? Last time I checked, I’m the one who gave you that new last name of yours.” He grumbled, irritated at the thought of that bastard flirting with you at work when your husband wasn’t there.

“Aw, babe, you know that you’re the only one for me.” you patted his cheeks affectionately, smiling at him while giggling.

He does. He knows it, a bit too well at times. So he sighs and he lets it go. Because he knows that at the end of the day, he’s the one you come home to, he’s the one you cling onto while watching your favorite shows, he’s the one that rests his free hand on your thighs whenever you two go for a drive.

And tonight, he’s the one that will lay you down on the bed and touch you, talk to you, and feel you in ways that only he can do.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu fluff #oikawa fluff #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu drabbles #hq x reader #haikyuu!!

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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year

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oh noooo. tori is in vegasssss. and she has a lot of thoughts about msby jackals professional player and celebrity spokesperson miya atsumu

it would be a shame if someone asked me about those thoughts and i had to share them

♡

#hq stables #miya atsumu #miya atsumu drabbles #atsumu drabbles #atsumu hcs #atsumu headcanons #miya atsumu hcs #miya atsumu headcanons #atsumu x reader #shut up tori

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lunarxcity · 2 years

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atsumu miya will loudly embarrass you at every opportunity he gets. you will be be minding your business talking to sakusa and bokuto after the jackals adlers game and he will obnoxiously announce his presence by smothering you with affection in front of everyone. and i mean everyone, his brother and parents included. it’s unescapable, you can’t prevent it and lord knows you’ve tried. This is the same man who silences the crowd before every time he serves, he isn’t put off by the extra attention in fact he lives for it. You getting all the embarrassed only motivates him to further find new ways to embarrass you. You want to have a conversation by yourself in peace? nope you have a 6’3 human koala clinging onto you, randomly poking you, and continually interrupting with random questions based on things you’ve said. you want to go out on a nice, relaxing walk?? nope can’t do that either, he saw a street performer playing music and pulled you in to dance with him. you want to sit in the crowd of a jackals game and calmly watch with the rest of the msby players’ partners??? big no. atsumu miya may love attention but he specifically loves your attention. nothing makes him feel happier and more supported than when you wear his jersey and loudly cheer for him in the stands. while being the one person in the entire stadium cheering during his serves always manages to stop your heart in embarrassment it’s worth it seeing the smile on his face after seeing you in the audience or at least that’s what you tell yourself. while atsumu miya is a stubborn, annoying, obnoxious brat he is your stubborn, annoying, obnoxious brat and being in constant fear of public embarrassment is a small price to pay for a lifetime of happiness right? …right??

#atsumu #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #atsumu drabble #miya atsumu drabbles #atsumu miya hc #atsumu x you #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x you #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu hc #miya atsumu hcs #atsumu miya drabbles #atsumu miya hcs

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tsumlove · 2 years

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you’ve always been attracted to atsumu. the way he radiated confidence, the way he would bicker with his friends from time to time. (all the time actually) but nonetheless he was him. a boy who you were foolishly in love with. Sure he might not love you now but who’s to say that he won’t love you in the future. as long as you won him over maybe you two could possibly become a couple.

your friends have long known about your massive crush on atsumu and have teased you about it ever since. one of your friends had a connection to atsumus twin brother, osamu, and they had decided to set you two up. when you heard the news you were absolutely ecstatic. for the days leading up to the date it was all you could think about. you had planned everything out from your outfit to conversations you two might have and maybe even plan a second date while your at it.

when the day had finally come you had arrived to the park 30 minutes earlier making sure your outfit and hair were alright and texting your friends with keyboard spams. but even as 30 minutes passed and the time of the date had arrived he was nowhere to be seen. ‘maybe he’s running a bit late’ you had thought to yourself. 10 minutes passed and still no sign of him, your expression was faltering little by little as more time kept on passing. another 2 hours pass and it’s nearing night now. you get ready to go home sighing to yourself assuring that atsumu probably had something come up when your phone pings, you quickly look at it hoping it was atsumu and indeed it was. it was him texting you a quick sorry about missing the date and that was all. there was no reschedule at all. you shook your head and decided to text him back. ‘no worries! i get it, when should we reschedule?’ you send it and walk home sorrowfully but still a little hopeful.

the next day all your hopes that you still had from yesterday had absolutely shattered when he had texted you ‘thanks for understanding but I don’t think we’re the right fit for each other… sorry again.’ you take a moment to process what you just read tears threatening to spill out of your eyes as you decide to skip class and hide in the bathroom. you think about why he doesn’t think you two would match each other as he hasn’t even gone on the date yet let alone even have a proper conversation.

you shake off your thoughts for a bit and decide to head home and call in sick for the day. barely halfway out the door you see him. miya atsumu. just before you rushed back into the bathroom you could hear him whisper ‘I think I could love you forever’ with a smile on his face, the biggest smile you’ve ever seen from him to be honest. all while holding hands with a girl. to be exact one of those friends he always bickered with, the one everyone thought he was dating, the one who he was ‘just friends’ with. that’s when it hit you, you and atsumu were never meant to be. they were always destined to be together and you were just the catalyst that would push them together even if it meant sacrificing your own feelings.

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