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ghost-recs · 2 days
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Atsumu Fic Rec
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you're not the one by heartcondemned [ao3]
synopsis: stuck in the friendzone with suna, you have the brilliant idea of fake dating one of his best friends - miya atsumu.
i started this looking for a good suna x reader fic, but was utterly pulverized by astumu... i'm not complaining tho (option to choose either atsumu or suna at the end)!
ghost rating: 10/10
msby black jackels online! by mooshys [ao3]
@mooshys
synopsis: the crazy things that atsumu the msby black jackels want to post on their socials and the things they atsumu put you through.
mostly a good laugh and scenarios that imagine what it would be like interacting with the msby black jackels, turns into something a little more.
ghost rating: 9/10
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teamatsumu · 5 months
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wrong twin? (miya atsumu x reader)
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summary: you have a massive crush on miya osamu. so the plan is to get closer to him through his twin brother. it’s genius. it’s bound to work. right?
word count: 3008
warnings: fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, swearing, maybe a dash of humor, atsumu being atsumu, him and reader bicker a lot
tags: @keiva1000
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When you handed in your application to join the Inarizaki High School volleyball club as manager, you had a very clear agenda in mind, but nobody needed to know about that. You had a good knowledge of volleyball, you had good organizational skills, and you were responsible. They accepted your application in a heartbeat, and were none the wiser of your true intentions behind joining the team.
It was only when you cornered their blond setter after practice one day that you actually said the words out loud.
“Ya want me to do what?” He raised an eyebrow, shoving his volleyball shoes into his backpack.
“Help me get close to him!” You whispered in a conspiratorial tone, looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to you two. Your eyes lingered on Osamu where he was helping Gin clean up. “You’re his twin brother. You’re closest to him. If we hang out more, that would inevitably mean I get to hang out with Osamu more too. And we can become friends. Eventually, I will get him to fall in love with me.”
Atsumu stared at you with a very distinct ‘what the fuck’ look, but you stared right back, determined.
“Yer insane.” He stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder and making his way to the gym door. You followed behind.
“Please, Atsumu!” You begged, following him out of the gym and down the path leading out of the school.
“No!” He responded, not looking back at you. “Ya wanna get close to him, just go talk to him! Why ya gotta drag me into yer crazy schemes?!”
“I can’t just go talk to him, it would be creepy! I need a way into his circle.”
Atsumu gave you another look. “Oh yeah, what yer saying right now isn’t creepy at all.” Sarcasm dripped from his words.
You huffed, scowling at the back of his blond head. Your eyes caught the lights of the corner convenience store, and you felt an idea forming.
“I will buy you an after-practice snack every day for a year.”
Atsumu stopped short, looking back at you. “Yer bein’ serious?”
You gestured to the store up ahead. “We could start right now. I have money on me.”
His answering grin meant you had a deal.
……………………
When you joined the twins for lunch the next day at Atsumu’s desk, Osamu raised an eyebrow.
“It was my idea.” Atsumu explained. “She’s cool so I said we should hang out more.”
Osamu seemed to buy it, shrugging and giving you a welcoming little smile. You felt yourself flush, giddy as you pulled up a chair and sat down next to Atsumu, opposite to his brother.
“Oh sweet, are those pancake rolls?” Osamu asked when you opened your bento. You nodded eagerly.
“I made them myself!” You replied, pushing the box closer to him. “Wanna try?”
You knew Osamu liked food (okay, maybe you had stalked him a little), and even though you sucked at cooking, you had meticulously made your lunch today for this very reason. You couldn’t help your grin when Osamu bit into a roll and moaned at the taste, saying it was delicious. You could feel how hot your face was, even the tips of your ears felt warm. Atsumu rolled his eyes in your periphery but you paid him no mind, striking up a conversation with his brother instead.
“Yer like a different person around him.” Atsumu commented later that evening, when you were sitting on the curb outside the convenience store and he was chowing down on a pork bun you had bought him. The rest of the team had gone ahead, most of them too tired to stop for a snack and just wanting to get to bed as soon as possible.
You sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you. He makes me feel things.”
Atsumu chewed for a little bit, watching you stare at the moth circling the streetlight.
“Gross.”
You slapped him hard on the bicep at that, making him let out an ‘ow!’. He pouted at you as he rubbed his arm, while all you did was roll your eyes in return.
……………………………
Lunch became a normal thing with the twins after that. You would wake up at 5am, cook something new that you thought Osamu might appreciate, and you would watch him devour it, praising you for how good it was. One time, Atsumu had gotten curious and tried to reach for a piece of onigiri, making you smack his hand away. He yelped and clutched it.
“What was that for?!”
“You already get a snack out of me every day, Miya. Keep your paws off my lunch.”
Osamu had snickered at that, and your heart had skipped at the sound, effectively forgetting Atsumu even existed as your focus shifted entirely to his brother. Atsumu grumbled but complied, saying something about ‘’s probably not that good anyway’. You paid him no mind.
You got to know Osamu a lot better during your little lunch sessions. He didn’t talk as much as his brother, but he was perceptive, and a great listener. He seemed to balance out Atsumu perfectly, and you could see how close they actually were. You would often giggle at their banter, witnessing the many foul names they would call each other, but knowing they didn’t mean it at the end of the day.
You often went to their house, under the guise of tutoring Atsumu. At first, Atsumu had told you no one would buy it, but you were adamant to try. And you were right. When you told Osamu why you were there, he snorted in response.
“Figures. This dumb fuck needs all the help he can get.”
Atsumu had yelled and tried to swat at his brother, but Osamu expertly dodged him. You had laughed at their antics.
Your study sessions were often spent with you stealing glances at Osamu from the dining table where you and Atsumu were located. He wouldn’t stick around much, preferring to camp out in their shared bedroom, but you still appreciated every glimpse that you got of him when he wandered down to the kitchen for a snack. Atsumu would nudge you with his knee under the table.
“Be a little less obvious, will ya?”
You stuck a middle finger in his face in response. He grabbed your hand and twisted it a bit, just enough to make you yelp and try to push him away.
“Tsumu, you jerk! Let go!”
“Say sorry!”
“Over my dead body!”
Osamu had to break you two apart sometimes, while you glared at each other from either side of him.
At practice, you would stay late when they needed help perfecting their quick attack, throwing balls so Atsumu could set them for Osamu. On the way back, you would buy Atsumu his daily snack and offer to pay for Osamu’s as well, which he always refused.
“Unlike this tool, I’m not shameless enough to let someone else pay fer me.”
“Hey!”
With every passing day, you felt that you were getting closer and closer to Osamu. Where you had barely exchanged words before, you two could hold long conversations now, and you especially loved when you ganged up to shit on Atsumu, who would be overdramatic as hell about the insults and act like he just got shot. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so much.
Then, Osamu got a girlfriend.
You didn’t learn about it until you saw a girl at the gym on one random Wednesday. You had raised an eyebrow at her, watching as she looked around for something.
“Can I help you?”
She shook her head. “I’m just looking for Osamu. He left some stuff at my place last night.”
Your brain short circuited. Her place? Last night?
Then he ran over to her. Greeted her and thanked her for bringing his stuff. And then he kissed her.
You were mentally tuned out of practice for the rest of the evening.
When Atsumu walked up to you after practice so you could make your usual trip to the convenience store, you had just silently followed him. You had bought him some yakusoba bread, and you sat on the curb, waiting to walk home after he finished eating.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You finally asked.
Atsumu sighed in return. “Didn’t want ya to get hurt.”
You turned to look at him. His attention was on the bread. “Did you expect me to never find out?”
He shook his head. “I was hopin’ to tell ya after practice. Just couldn’t think of the words.”
For some reason, you felt anger boil up inside you. You stood up abruptly. Atsumu paused his chewing to look up at you.
“I don’t need you to coddle me, Tsumu.” You grit out. “That was not the deal.”
Atsumu didn’t seem fazed by your tone. “Sit down.”
You glared at him. “I’m going home.”
When you turned to leave, you were stopped by his hand reaching up to clutch at the hem of your jacket, pulling you back.
“I know yer hurtin’. Just sit.”
You don’t know why that did it. Tears that had been building up all during practice were set free, rolling down your cheeks. Silently, you sat back down next to him. He didn’t talk as you cried, only shuffling closer until his side was pressed to yours. An unexpected comfort came to you with the contact. You leaned on him, resting your head on your knees, shoulders shaking.
When you had calmed down enough, you wiped your face with your sleeves, sitting up straighter. Atsumu extended his bread to you. You raised an eyebrow.
“When have you ever shared with me before?”
He rolled his eyes. “Ya want it or not?”
The bread seemed to melt in your mouth. Food did make you feel a bit better, but your mind was still on Osamu.
“‘M sorry yer scheme didn’t work out.”
You laughed a bit, taking another bite. “When you call it a scheme, it makes me think it was bound to fail from the start.”
Atsumu shook his head. “Nah. Ya made an effort. I respect that.” He stretched his legs in front of him, leaning back on his hands. “Yer a real catch. Yer smart and yer pretty. Samu’s blind ta not see that.”
You giggled, nudging Atsumu a bit. “Careful, Tsum-tsum. I might think you were falling for me.”
If your emotions weren’t so over the place, and if you hadn’t just tired yourself out from crying so much, you would’ve noticed how the older Miya’s eyes softened.
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Getting over Osamu wasn’t easy. Especially after having chased after him for so many months. It didn’t help that his little girlfriend seemed to come around more often, sometimes joining the team during practice. At times like those, you tried to stay as far away from her and Osamu, and that often meant you would find comfort in Atsumu, the only person who knew about your crush.
“What does he see in her anyway?” You voiced out loud, watching her laugh at something Osamu had said. You were sitting on a bench outside the gym with Atsumu, watching the two interact on the other side of the path. The rest of the team still weren’t done with their run. As usual, the twins were the first ones to reach the school.
Atsumu ran a towel over his neck, setting his water bottle down next to him. “Ya need ta get over him.”
You rolled your eyes. “Easy for you to say. You’ve never loved anything except volleyball.”
“Damn right. Has volleyball ever betrayed me? No. So suck it.”
You dug your elbow into his side, making him yelp and grab your head, pushing you away. His hand was massive and covered over half your face, and you struggled to get him off, digging your nails into his forearm.
“Tsumu, you asshole-”
You didn’t even notice when Osamu stared at the two of you, too absorbed in your little squabble.
So yeah, getting over Osamu wasn’t easy, but having Atsumu around helped a ton. Everytime he would see your eyes linger on Osamu too long, he would make some sort of comment, or change the subject, just trying to get your attention anywhere else. Too many times, he would physically grab you and turn you away from his twin, saying something along the lines of how you should be looking at the ‘better twin’ instead.
“Sorry but which one of you decided to dye their hair the color of piss?”
“It’s blond!”
“You ever heard of toner, dumbass?”
And you would grab his hair, messing it up and tugging at it a bit, giggling when he whined about you ruining his ‘hairstyle’. You also knew that Atsumu would kill anyone else who dared touch his hair, and the fact made your heart skip a bit. It also made you think, and once the gears in your head started turning, there was no going back.
Now that the fog of your infatuation with Osamu was lifting a bit, you seemed to notice his twin more. You would watch how Atsumu seemed to almost shield you from anything that reminded you of Osamu. How he had made it a habit after that one evening to always share half his snack with you, no matter how small it was. He would often say out of pocket shit, but rather than annoying you, it seemed to endear you more. It was like these little quips were a part of his charm, and you would giggle along instead of telling him to shut up.
He was awfully touchy too. You suppose he had always been, and you had just never thought about it. But now it seemed like none of his moves went unnoticed by you. He had a habit of gripping your head with one hand and turning your face to his when you weren’t paying attention. It used to annoy the crap out of you but now it made you pause and blink, meeting his caramel colored eyes. He would nudge you and poke you, he would drape an arm over your shoulders and whine about how tired he was. And your cheeks would warm up every time. You were forced to admit it.
You had a thing for Atsumu.
Deep down, you cursed at your luck, almost laughing in incredulity. What a joke this was, having a crush on both twins. But you knew that this was different. You knew this wasn’t just a silly crush.
Atsumu was more. He had always been more.
“Tsumu?”
He hummed in response, indicating he was listening, even if he was busy stuffing a chocolate bar into his mouth. You two were in your usual place, sitting on the curb outside the convenience store, lit up only by the light of the store behind you and the lamp post across the street. You watched his profile, the way his jaw moved when he chewed, his eyes trained before him, his undercut, and his dyed hair falling over his forehead slightly.
He was so painfully attractive. And you had never noticed.
He looked at you finally when you didn’t speak, raising an eyebrow.
“Everythin’ okay?”
You nodded hastily, turning away from him. You heard him pause, wrapping up what was left of his chocolate and placing it next to him before shuffling closer to you.
“Yer lyin’. What is it?”
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. “You can read me so well.”
He shrugged in response, draping his arm over your shoulder. You closed your eyes, mentally accepting how the action now made you feel.
“I did spend the whole year hearin’ ya whine about yer feelings, so yeah. I can read ya pretty well.”
You sighed, turning your head to look at him. At this proximity, you could see the brown swirling in his eyes, and it reminded you of milk chocolate. You were nearly nose to nose with him, and you weren’t nervous at all. With Osamu, you would always be on edge. Your insides would squirm, your heart would race, and oftentimes, you would stumble over your words.
With Atsumu, you felt every muscle in your body relax when he touched you. Despite his chaotic personality and his crude language, Atsumu was so tuned in when it came to you. When you needed it, he was as calm as they come. There was such unprecedented comfort in his presence. When you were around him, it felt like everything would be okay.
“I love you.”
It came out of you involuntarily at that moment. But you weren’t scared to tell him. You should have been, but one look at him this close and all your fears were melting away. When Atsumu gave you a little smile, you couldn’t help but return it.
“I love ya too, sweets.”
His kiss was expected. Soft, slow, perfect. His lips were plush and warm, and he tasted like the chocolate he had just been eating. His arm around your shoulder tightened, and his other hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your head enough to deepen the kiss. You felt your head buzz, your hands fisting at the front of his shirt and trying to pull him closer, though it was impossible.
You whined in protest when he ended the kiss, making him chuckle slightly. The sound made your lips twitch up a bit, and you ran your eyes all over his face. He hummed in approval.
“There it is.”
You blinked. “What?”
He traced your cheekbone with his thumb. “Ya know how long I’ve wanted ya to look at me like that and not Samu?”
Right. Samu. You had forgotten about him completely the moment Atsumu’s lips touched yours. The thought made you giggle and pull at his jacket collar to tug him close, until his lips were meeting yours again.
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godkeis · 2 years
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𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟐.
characters: m. atsumu and s. kiyoomi
genre: hurt/comfort
word count: 1.1k
content warnings: arguments, toxicity, cursing
summary: how would haikyuu boys react when you walk out during an argument part two.
part i. | part iii.
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MIYA ATSUMU
Atsumu and his habit of joking during serious times are slowly getting into your nerves. You told him hundreds of times already that you don't like being interupted when you are talking about something very important, especially when it comes to your feelings. But this time, Atsumu decide to cut you off again to tell you another joke that he picked up along your words.
"I'm so funny, right?" he asked, half smirking.
Your heart sank because you've been trying to pour your heart out yet, it seems like he didn't care at all.
"Seriously, Atsumu?"
"Whoa, what happened to Tsumu?"
You didn't respond to his question but instead, you grabbed your things and went out leaving Atsumu dumbfounded.
Hours passed, Atsumu was getting bored so he decided to dial your number to check up on you.
"What?" you answered coldly.
"Y/N where ya at?"
His tone seems like he wasn't bothered at all that you walked out and he didn't realize what went wrong yet.
"Don't call me, Atsumu. I don't want to talk to you."
"C'mon babe, Yer not dropping the call, are ya? Come home now. I miss you."
That one last straw bursted your tears out as you felt no care from your boyfriend at all.
"Damn you, Miya Atsumu. Is that what you're going to return to me after I pour my heart out on you? Seriously?
Atsumu panicked when he heared your cracking voice on the other line. Standing up, he speedily grabbed his Inarizaki High jacket and head out.
"Shh, shh baby, babe. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." 
"What exactly are you apologizing for, Atsumu? Do you even know what you were apologizing for? You really hurt my feelings. Don't talk to me. I don't want to hear your voice."
With that, you dropped the call and Atsumu attempted to ring your number again but you rejected it.
"Shit." Atsumu felt like his world was ending because you were right, he didn't even know what he's apologizing for.
Replaying the scenario inside his head, that's when he realized that you were indeed, talking about something important but he chose to blurt out his random joke at an inappropriate time.
Atsumu knows that you're the only person who can tolerate his out of this world jokes and now that you've walked out and ignoring him because of that, he knew he fucked up real bad.
Good thing is that your shared GPS in on and he instantly located where you are—in the school library. Hurriedly, Atsumu will head towards you to apologize once more.
"The hell are you doing here?" you glared at him with your puffy eyes. As much as Atsumu wants to compliment how beautiful you are even though you're crying, he knows that it's not the right time for that.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N for cutting your off while you were opening up something to me. I shouldn't have done that. I'm willing to make it up to you, Will you let me listen and understand your problem once more?"
Atsumu will spend the whole day by your side, listening and understanding your complaints with life. He'll be quiet for most of the time but is very attentive to what you are saying. Expect hand rubs and forehead kisses as you pour your heart once more. Of course, he'll apologize once again because he still feel guilty for what he did.
"I didn't get the chance to say this earlier but you're really gorgeous, even when you're crying."
SAKUSA KIYOOMI
If there's one thing that you will label as a red flag to your boyfriend, Kiyoomi, it's about him and his lack of communication when he's frustrated. Growing up distant to people, Kiyoomi never realized that he attached his toxic trait to his relationship. At first, everything was fine, not until things started getting out of control especially during arguments. And yes, Kiyoomi's silent treatment and distancing isn't benefiting either of you.
"Kiyoomi, talk to me. You know we can resolve this by communicating, right?" you pleaded to the man sitting across you yet your words fell on deaf ears as Kiyoomi's eyes remained glued to the sports channel.
"Kiyoomi." you once more called him. Standing up, you marched towards the television and unplugged the device.
Turning around to your boyfriend, you were about to open your mouth to speak again when you saw a horrified expression from Kiyoomi's face. It was something that you never saw before. Ever.
Anger. Disgust. Annoyance. Hatred. Which one is it? You couldn't figure it out.
Everything was written on his face, just because you turned off the television so that you could communicate with him.
You felt like being electrocuted on the spot as you saw your boyfriend glare on you.
"I'm…sorry."
That's all it took you to remove your stoned feet on the ground to walk out of the apartment because you don't want to see Kiyoomi's expression.
Your heart cannot handle the fact that you just wanted him to focus, communicate, and resolve the argument together.
But today, it scared you that Kiyoomi might hate you forever because of that.
Before you could step out of the door, Kiyoomi's right arm slammed the door shut that made you jump in shock.
"Where…are you going?" he asked in a low voice.
"Out…for fresh…air." you felt like you were gasping for air as you took the words out of your throat. You didn't realize it but you were actually crying as you spoke.
Kiyoomi's arm slowly made its way towards your body and pushed you against his muscled chest, left hand following to caress your hair as you buried your face and tug on the hem tightly. You were sobbing and shaking in fear.
Kiyoomi's eyes started blurring out when he realized that you were crying because of him. It wasn't intentional for him to glare at you, it just became an unconscious reaction for him. And now, Kiyoomi's blaming himself so much internally for making you cry and scarring you.
"Y/N, darling. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." he whispered in your ear, shushing your sobs. "I didn't mean it. I'm so sorry that I scare you.
Kiyoomi's voice is full of regrets and his touches are fragile. This is the first time that he let someone this intimate with him and he's willing to fix everything because he doesn't want to lose you.
Later on once you're calmed down, Kiyoomi will ask about your side regarding the argument. He will listen and understand you carefully and sincerely. He will also apologize a lot of times and will offer to make some dinner to make it up to you.
The following days, Kiyoomi will try his best to open up his heart more to you and fulfill the distance he made you experience because of his toxic trait.
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cyanhydrangea · 16 days
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Call Me By My First Name
Summary: Miya Atsumu wants the girl he's been chasing after to call him by his first name. After all, everybody else does to tell him apart with his twin. He managed to make her do it when she finally has no other choice.
"(First Name)!", Atsumu called you, making his way towards you from the school gate, leaving his twin behind. He greeted you a 'good morning' afterwards. 
"Good morning, Miya-san", you greeted Atsumu back with a straight face.
Atsumu sighed, "I told ya to just call me by my first name"
"None can do", you said unbothered.
Atsumu pouted. You're always like this, never call him 'Atsumu' like everyone else, ever so polite. You two are not dating or anything, Atsumu wished you two were though, but everybody else calls him by his first name to tell him apart with his twin.
His face lighten and he smiled as he's about to ask you a question he's been asking every single day.
"Go out with me?"
"No"
And your immediate response always making Atsumu eager to court you everyday.
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You never understand why the louder Miya always chasing after you since high school. You always reject his request to date him. But along the way, you find yourself adore how headstrong he is in loving you. So when Black Jackals won another grand match and he shouted:
"MARRY ME, (LAST NAME) (FIRST NAME)?"
Anyone in their right mind wouldn't accept proposals out of the blue without proper relationship beforehand, but perhaps it was his determination that makes you fall for him, so you shouted 'YES' and you could swore the more stubborn Miya looks like the happiest man in the world.
And it was the night after your wedding when Atsumu can't stop grinning happily towards you without saying anything.
"What?", you had to ask your husband.
"Now you have no other choice but to call me by my first name, Mrs. Miya"
You chuckled, a smile plastered over your face.
"Fine, you win, Atsumu"
#CyanHydrangea
Date Written: 12/03/2024
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noirflms · 15 days
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PARENTING WITH THE MIYAS — miya atsumu
parenting is hard when you are certainly blessed with the literal xerox copy of your husband, multiplied by two.
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when atsumu found out he was going to be a dad. he had found himself floating on cloud nine. he was ecstatic, euphoric even, he was finally going to be someone��s idol, someone’s hero – he would be finally turning into a father, a man his children would certainly look up to.
he even cried the hardest when you gave birth. it was certainly not a nice sight to see ( osamu being witness told you that atsumu screamed at the doctors for hurting you, when you woke up. ) but he was happy you made him into the father he is today, except he didn’t realise the fact his happiness was multiplied by two and so was his pain, his gain and the oncoming sleepless nights.
you birthed twins. the family was ecstatic. mama miya was a sobbing mess and osamu was proudly bearing the title of uncle. the miya family was growing and there was nothing much better than that, but what was much worse was the onslaught of tiring new nights but also the gift of happening memories.
parenting didn’t come easy to the two of you. it brought you to days wherein atsumu stood bitter in your shared bedroom, angered and trying to convince you to let him take more holidays to help you though the first growing months of the twins, but as adamant as he was, you were just the same.
parenting came with sleepless nights. it came with loud cries that echoed through the house. it came with stinky little kids and it came with a chaos you could never be able to see clearly through. it was hard. the first few months especially – they were certainly and utterly exhausting for you. ( you would whine about them to atsumu on facetime when he was away for the games. )
nothing comes easy in your opinion. everything comes with a great deal of struggle. all have to go through something to get to where they are now. you learned it through the hassled process of diapers changing and bottle feeding. you learnt it through the sleepless night that you spent tending to the little babies. but what you hated the most was both the kids you birthed did not look anything like you.
it was as if you had birthed atsumu himself – just that fact it was times two.
your two sons were the exact xerox copy of your husband. the eyes were an exception but oh, how they looked just like the husband of yours.
if atsumu was any bit chaotic and troublesome young. then your two little boys were just the same, they always had some mischief to trouble you with. so, parenting in the miya household had always been a troublesome affair, it was but a thing of great humane ability, it was something only the strongest could face and you just might think, that you were a superhero taking care of not two but three kids.
you realised that part when the two boys had reached the age of three. they were certainly beginning to act up after learning how to walk and talk. they had chaos brewing in the back of their minds, little feet always patting away upon the wooden floors of the apartment, giggles full of childish amusement ringing and bouncing of the walls.
it was also the first time you witnessed such chaos. it almost made you cry, it almost made your husband drop his bags at the door and it almost made your sons be apologetic enough but they were a bit too young to know what their mischief had caused, but it was then, in the past but now as the two boys have turned six and big enough to face the world with you and their father, their is no stopping to the naughty tactics of theirs.
parenting with the miyas is also fun. they are quite as chaotic as they could be. they are quite the fun and cool parents to have – the twins take pride in this – the miyas are the type of parents many children wish they could have.
“genji, don’t you dare jump from there!” you shout at the brown haired boy, a toothy grin on his – except for the fact one of his front teeth is missing – eyes sparkling with such determination to jump off from the cabinet he climbed himself. you stand wide eyed shouting for the boy to not jump on the pile of clothes his twin was making on the ground.
“try jumping you’ll break your head, young man!” your words put some sense of fear in the young boy. your eyes fiery as you give the little boy a glare – it even instilled some sort of halt in the younger twin as well. atsumu watches it all unfold from the sidelines and he sees his sons and he are just the same before you – obedient and fearful.
it is with much ease later that atsumu enters, his tall frame standing before the cabinet as he ushers the older twin to jump into his arms, and the young lad does it without any second thought and the next second you are holding the younger boy by the cheek as he is let down from the arms of his father, the younger twin already stuffing the clothes away.
parenting with the miyas is quite different. it is unlike yet alike many parenting stories. it is same yet so different but everyone could relate to it someway or the other. it could be sour and sweet at the same time, it could be a hell of ride or it could be a silent drive, parenting with the miyas is amusing, it sure is a spectrum of life many wish to live and not at the same time.
but in miya atsumu’s words, parenting with the miyas is lovely, it is quite the challenge and experience. it will be exciting yet tiring but until the miyas will be together, parenting will always be quite the journey to be able to get through.
“didn’t know you were such a sob story, mr.miya?”
“you made me this way mrs.miya. . .”
“did you just sigh? at me?”
“n-no! you must be mishearing things!”
“mom, old man did a big-big sigh at you!”
“he sure did.”
*gasp* “you traitors! you little brats! you better run for the monster is after you.”
it sure is always a lovely day in the miya household. it sure puts wrinkles on your face, it sure warms you heart at the sights you witness every once in a while. it sure is quite to be part of the miya household.
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it’s a lot more than what i usually write but here is chaotic miya household 😋🤞
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atsumwah · 8 months
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atsumu thought this was a genius idea. 
what could be more genius than bringing the girl he was crushing on to watch a horror movie, right? having you hold onto him when you're scared, snuggling at the crook of his neck as he covers your vision so you couldn't see the screen (and couldn't see how he's smiling from ear to ear having you so close to him.) 
or if you're too engrossed with the movie and didn't notice his hand reaching for the popcorn the same time you did so your hands would accidentally touch each other's and let it linger for a moment or two just so he can see your flustered look when you look over to him. 
or if it's cold and he smoothly grabs your hand and slides it in his jacket and says its for the greater good and has you leaning towards him more and finally resting your head on him, making it easier to cover your eyes when you get a jumpscare from the movie.
yeah but unfortunately for him, none of that happened. 
instead he's pretty sure he's got a bruise forming on his arm just by the amount of times you've hit him.
"i can't watch, i can't watch," you whisper-yelled at him, smacking his arm again in the process. "oh my god, does she make it out alive? does she?"
technically, you are scared. just the way you were responding was way off from what he expected.
"she's out." he couldn't stop himself from smiling when he saw your face peeking through your knees. 
"oh thank god." you say, pointing to the screen discreetly, "they're so predictable! like, you don't just go down the basement thinking nothing's there! common sense people." you whispered back, huffing while having a tight grip on his bicep. you probably didn't even notice how hard you were holding him.
and honestly he should feel annoyed his plan didn't work— but you're just too cute for him to ignore.
the way you huff when the protagonist does the exact opposite of what you say, the way you yelp when a jumpscare scene comes on, the way you gently hit him when the suspense gets too much, the way you went over him to grab the soda you both shared, practically sprayed on his lap for a minute or two, not caring at all about your weight— it's cute. you're cute.
even when you smack him repeatedly, excitedly, or just when you're scared, he still finds it cute.
so who cares if he won't get to snuggle close to you or experience your hands touching together while you're reaching for the popcorn. he thinks he’s already pretty lucky when he's the one that gets to see this side of you. 
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me when watching a horror movie in cinemas...i pity who sits beside me tbh
reblogs are appreciated luvs <3
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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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luvtsumu · 10 months
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atsumu's "bad" habit
atsumu x chubby reader!!!!, friends to lovers, more of a blurb of thoughts tbh LOL, gentle biting???, fluff, middle school atsumu, high school atsumu, timeskip atsumu LOL
best friends to lovers atsumu who never outgrew or got rid of his habit of biting you. at first it was a cuteness aggression, something he picked up from his mom who used to always lightly bite him and his brother's arms; now it was just a bad habit that is 9 times out of 10 done unconsciously
it started in middle school when you were voluntold to be his partner for a class project that would have to be worked on during summer vacation. the heat is brutal and so you had shown up to their house in shorts and a tank top that showed your arms off—all the other times you just showed up in a baggy shirt that allowed the breeze to hug you before leaving through the rest of the shirt.
there was no wind that one day--at all--so this was the first time atsumu had caught a glimpse of your shoulders.
he fought the urge to bite you the entire time you two were working on whatever the hell it was—it's not like he actually focused. it was only when dinner time came around and you had to go that something just came over him. at the door, as he and osamu were saying goodbye to you, atsumu just leans over and gives you a soft bite on the arm with his lips covering his teeth.
you literally froze and just gawked at him, unsure why the hell this dude was doing what YOUR mom would do
"atsumu!" osamu hissed, smacking his brother which pulled his twin right back into reality. atsumu stands straight with his face flushed red and frantically rubs your arm.
"m'sorry! i couldn't help it! y-yer so--" he swallows thickly, panicking to find the right words. his rubbing only gets quicker which generates a tickling heat on your skin. "yer just-- i was just-- when i-- i mean--"
it's only when you burst into laughter and grab onto his wrist that atsumu's shoulders relax. in fact, his whole body could have just dropped to the ground.
"it's okay," you reassured him with a smile, dropping your hold to give his hand a quick, gentle squeeze. "my mama does that, too. says it's because i've got chubby arms 'n it reminds 'er of marshmallows."
atsumu gasps and nods. "y-yeah!! and-- and yer just so sweet anyway!"
the biting continued and sometimes he'd even ask to which you always responded yes. it's not at all hurtful and it's pretty cute, especially when atsumy accompanies with a little chomping noise.
his teeth never actually grazed your skin, always covered by his lips to make sure he never actually hurt you. sometimes, if he couldn't bite you, he'd just opt to give you a gentle pinch. his nose would always scrunch when he did this and you'd always laugh.
eventually, it went unnoticed. eventually, because perhaps you were enabling him too much, the biting actually reached to other parts of your body like your shoulders, your forearms, sometimes even your ankles. but it was never something you two noticed. eventually, it was something others always noticed.
like that one time in 3rd year high school that atsumu bit (once again with his lips covering his teeth) your cheek to say goodbye.
"why don't you just give her cheek a kiss?" suna chuckles as he, the miya twins, and ginjima made their way from the cafeteria to the gym for a quick meeting, "it's more normal that way, you know?"
atsumu gives him a confused look. "huh? what do you mean?" the blond tilts his head. "why would i kiss her cheek?"
osamu rolls his eyes. he's tired of his brother's oblivion.
"why would you bite??? her cheek???" ginjima shoots back.
there's a silence and everyone just stares at atsumu. he, for the life of him, couldn't even recall that he actually did that. he bit your cheek??? really???? he's quick to yank his phone out of his pocket to text you, typing, "did i??? bite your cheek?????"
you respond with, "ya. i don't mind LOL it didn't hurt."
"bro i didn't even recognize that i did that."
"really? LOL i always thought you knew. you've been doing it more often actually. i really don't mind though. it's cute."
"yeah anything i do is cute. but damn. maybe i am an airhead..."
"yeah and conceited too :-|"
it eventually stops though when you two separate after high school. you went to osaka for university and atsumu went straight into achieving his dreams of professional volleyball.
of course you two didn't lose touch!! there were plenty of video calls, text messages, voice messages, video messages, personal poscast episodes, you name it!!! there just wasn't as much physical closeness as there used to. there was something missing and at first atsumu couldn't figure out what.
he tells you he misses you, says that things aren't the same when you aren't there to yell at him in person or throw things at him. he says it's even more lonely that osamu isn't with him 24/7. he says he's not used to having nobody whine about the heat, or whine about wanting a popsicle, or almost cry about an onigiri craving they've had for weeks.
and then, he remembers why it's YOU he misses. he jokes that he misses biting you and nothing satisfies him (even if he downs an entire bag of marshmallows ((which is???? wtf??? 😭😭😭))))))
you jokingly tell him there's so many new people he can meet and start biting, especially when he finds "the one"
this is you testing the waters a bit, wondering if atsumu might talk about any kind of feelings he juuuust miiight have. it's always been confusing for you, not sure where you fit when it comes to his categories of relationships. sure you were the only one he was ever that physically affectionate with... but what if it's because you two grew up together and he maybe sees you as some sort of sibling?
you're reassured when atsumu lets out the biggest sigh, telling you that "nah. no one's like ya. i only wanna bite ya. s'never gonna be the same and i don't even wanna try it."
you laugh and atsumu smiles. there's a dreamy look in his eyes that goes unnoticed by you during this video call.
but you see it so clearly when you surprise atsumu during one of his games.
"y-y/n?!" atsumu screams at the top of his lungs, "that you?!???!?! you standing there with my jersey number on??!?!"
you laugh and wave your arms, not even given a chance to respond before you're body checked almost to the ground. you laugh harder as atsumu cages you in his embrace, giving you the tighest hug you've ever had thus far. he squeezes you, lets his hands grab at your skin and breathes you in.
"i fucking missed you," he'd breathe into your neck, almost tearing up at the way his body knows he's safe with you, "even though you literally sat in a video call with me during my before game poop."
you laugh and smack his arm. "why would you say that out loud?!" you exclaim, your head thrown back which atsumu places his hand behind. he lets you stand, admiring you expression before joining you. he keeps you close though, his other hand glued to your hips as he moved the one behind your head to your cheeks.
"i missed these!" he beams, giving your cheek a pinch before leaning in to bite them gently. he pulls away, giggles to himself before nipping down your jaw, to your neck, to your shoulders, and eventually to your arm. your breath hitches the entire time and you're tense.
you're adults now. it's just a little different than before.
but it's all the same to atsumu. especially when he pulls away only to give you a quick peck on the lips.
"since suna was tellin' me that biting ya wasn't enough."
your expression twists, but the both of you share a laugh.
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w-a-t-e-r-m-e-l-o-n-e · 8 months
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project texts with atsumu pt. 1
featuring: miya atsumu
warnings: none, sfw, slight future angst maybe ?, might be cringey idk
miya atsumu x g/n reader
a/n: don’t know if anyone will like this or read this but heyyyy guys haha
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ven7s · 2 years
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in the way miya atsumu loves
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— 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
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"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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nejibaby · 1 year
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locker room diaries
Pairing: Miya Atsumu x Fem!Reader
Word count: 0.4k
Description: hinata and bokuto (and sakusa) just had to put their noses in atsumu’s business
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Bokuto Kotaro lost a round in a stupid rock, papper, scissors match, and now he’s forced to address the elephant in the room.
“Hey, Tsum-Tsum! T’was a nice practice match a while ago huh?” He asks as he rubs the back of his neck.
“Guess so,” Atsumu grumbles.
Bokuto’s shoulders drop. He’s not really sure if it’s a good idea to even talk to Atsumu right now. He almost gives up, but when he peeks over to the back of the locker room, he finds Hinata giving him a thumbs up while Sakusa tries to act like he isn’t interested in whatever’s brewing up.
So Bokuto tries again. “Did— uh— did something happen? You seem a little… different?”
Atsumu sighs dramatically and slams his locker shut. He presses his forehead to the cold metal.
The thing about Atsumu is when someone pushes him to share whatever’s on his mind — even if it’s just a tiny little shove — he gives in immediately. He runs his mouth to anyone who shows a tiny bit of curiosity or interest in him.
“We had a fight,” he says.
We, he says, which means it involves you, his pretty wife who has the Miya Atsumu wrapped around her dainty finger.
The alarms in Bokuto’s head rings. He realizes he’s not equipped with enough knowledge on how to deal with this. “Oh. Uhm… well—”
“I’m sure it’ll all work out!” Bless the soul of Hinata Shoyo coming up at the moment to say something in his stead.
“Don’t know about that,” Atsumu mumbles.
“Wanna talk about what happened?”
He picks on his nails as a frown pulls on his lips. “I said something dumb. Something along the lines, ‘Is Google male or female?’ or whatever.”
Sakusa snorts, and luckily, it falls on deaf ears.
“But then before she could answer, I told her, ‘F’course Google’s a female, honey, because it doesn't let you finish a sentence before making a suggestion.’”
The locker room stills and silence ensues, but Atsumu is quick to break it. “But I meant it as a joke!” He whines. “She got mad anyway. And after a few exchanges, my lovely and supportive wife apologized for the first time ever.”
Hinata perks up. “Well, that’s good, right?”
Atsumu pouts and looks at him straight in the eyes. “She said she’s sorry she ever married me.”
Hinata freezes and Bokuto gapes.
But Sakusa, well, Sakusa is unable to stop himself from saying, “Called it.”
And it’s a miracle that this mere line gets Atsumu back to his normal self. “Shut yer mouth, Omi-Omi!”
Sakusa Kiyoomi just shrugs, but thanks to him, Atsumu’s back.
Although now they’re all roped into helping Miya Atsumu make amends with you.
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a/n: don’t know why i searched up relationship jokes in the first place but at least it gave birth to this sldjdjkakajs
feedback and reblogs are appreciated!
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teamatsumu · 3 months
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You know what would be therapeutic? Neck kisses with Atsumu.
He comes home after a long, grueling day of practice. The new volleyball season is upon them, and with the opening game just a couple of weeks away, training is as hardcore as it has ever been. He needs to relax, he needs to wind down, he needs you.
So you find yourself in his lap, his large hands nearly enveloping your hips, digging and squeezing into the fat of your ass, tugging and pulling at you so your body comes into contact with his. His face is buried in your neck, languid tongue running over the skin in slow, lazy licks. You sigh and keen under his ministrations, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders while the other cards through his soft hair. You encourage his movements, cradle the back of his head as his face slides up, up, to nibble at the skin just under your ear, and you moan.
His actions light a fire in your core, but his speed is slow enough that the heat just simmers, without boiling over with your need for him. He is careful to make you feel good, but not desperate for more, not rushed, just reveling in the feeling of him.
His torso is firm under your own. A steady, strong presence that makes you keen, makes your eyelids flutter. You love the feeling of him, the chords and chords of muscle that push and tug with the softness of your own. It’s like he is all edges and you are all curves. Perfectly complimenting.
His lips are working wonders on your neck, and you tilt your head to the side to give him more room to continue. You are sure your neck will be left completely purple and blue by the time he is done, but it hardly matters when he is making you feel so good as he does it. While Atsumu does yap a lot, this is one thing that his mouth is wonderfully good at.
It’s only natural when the neck kissing slowly gives way to desperate dry humping, his cock hard as a rock in his sweatpants, pushing up deliciously into your clit. And pairing that with the now harsh sucking and biting on your shoulder, you are sure you can come just from this. But your boyfriend won’t have that, oh no.
Soon he is tugging his pants down, removing your own until your bottom half is bare and he is sinking you on his weeping, angry cock. The sex is rushed, hot and fast, it is plagued with the need to finish inside you as you come on him, and he does, his teeth dig hard into your skin as he moans and releases inside you, one thumb rubbing hard on your clit until you are shaking and trembling with your own high, head spinning with how overwhelmed you feel.
It takes a stupid amount of color corrector, concealer, and YouTube videos to cover up the mess on your neck the next day, and you try to gaslight yourself into thinking it looks normal, but when Atsumu walks out of the bathroom fully showered, wet hair sticking up all over the place, one glance at your neck has his lips twisted into a wild smirk.
“Don’t.” You warn, glaring at him. He purses his lips to try and keep his huge grin at bay, to no avail, and you groan.
“This is all your fault.”
“You weren’t protestin’ yesterday! Oh Tsumu you feel so good-”
You chuck the concealer tube at his head.
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bad-thxxnks · 1 year
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불닭볶음면 키스(kiss)🔥💋. MIYA ATSUMU
fact: atsumu likes giving you a kiss when you eat by yourself
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“good morning,”
“mornin’ ” you smiled as atsumu walks towards you in the kitchen, a bottled water in his hands that he just placed on the table in front of you.
“what’s fer breakfast?” he asks, but you don’t reply right away as you’re already slurping up your noodles. Your lips coated in the red glaze of the spice when your boyfriend bends down to give you a kiss, his hands cups the back of your neck to give you a firm press of his lips. you tried to pull away at first to prevent what was going to happen next, but his strong grip was already pulling you towards him.
“wait—fuck.”
You giggle as you watched the gears turn in your dumb boyfriend’s brain. you know that he sucks at taking spice, many trials of trying to compete with his brother and you’re always the one giving him a glass of milk.
“sorry ‘tsum…i should’ve warned you first.” you apologize, as you abandoned your bowl of noodles to help aid your bf’s scorching mouth. “here’s some milk, babe.”
He thanks you as he quickly downs the drink in his hand, and then he reaches for the bottle of water and uncaps the bottle—chugging it til it’s gone empty. “Maybe I should stop kissing you when you eat.”
you pout at his joke, whining at his words and wrap your arms around him. you know that he’s still going to do it again, but you give him a peck on his cheek before stepping off his lap to get back to your food when his arms latching back on your hips.
“stop, let me go eat my noodles…”
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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
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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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bakugohoex · 1 year
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[20:12]
part two | part three
he was later then normal, it wasn’t his fault practice had run over, it was tournament season. he knew you were busy anyway probably stressing over that essay you had been complaining about. so when atsumu miya finally walked through the doors of the apartment, he saw you sitting, stressed at your desk. said essay clogging up your mind as the textbooks and notes are spread across the wood.
the dim light illuminating your face, he could already see the lines on your forehead as you types away, having confessed earlier in the day to him that you were on the verge of tears.
he softly drops his stuff not trying to disturb you even though you have your headphones on, he remembers how he’s told you multiple times to leave the main light on and at least have some awareness, out of fear that someone will break in. he also remembers how you’d playfully hit his arm asking who would break into the 20th floor.
he softly walks towards you, putting his hands on your shoulder and kissing your cheek. you freeze before recognising the sensation of atsumu’s lips that you’re all so familiar with. he’s so soft as he he takes on airpod out, whispering softly an i love you before putting it back in and going to shower.
you had missed him all day, having had a long day of lectures and seminars and wanting to just sleep beside your boyfriend. it was unfortunate that the essay you had been staring at for the past month was now due within a matter of days. you had regretted not actually finishing it but now the stress of it had made you actually work on it.
you heard the water from the shower start knowing atsumu would be in there for a while, there was no dinner in the house and you considered ordering but as your eyes adjusted to the brighter light you saw just what time it was and became even more stressed out.
turning the volume louder to distract yourself as you continued to type away. you barely noticed atsumu come out in joggers and nothing else, he had moved towards the kitchen knowing you hadn’t had time to cook. he was grateful for that as he wanted to surprise you instead, he grabbed the pots and pans remembering how atsumu had made the chicken and rice. he’d occasionally look over seeing you bob your head to the song.
you continued to type away, finally getting onto the conclusion as you closed all the books and did a review of what you had written to at least be concise. as you types the last sentence you could smell something cooking as you turned your head towards the open kitchen, seeing atsumu’s back muscles on display as he peered over the stove.
you closed your laptop stretching as you tiptoed towards atsumu, wrapping your arms around his torso as you kissed his back. admiring all the muscles, you went to his side, “did ‘samu take over your body?”
“haha, very funny, jus’ tryna do somethin’ for ma girl.” he looks down at your pretty frame, leaning in for a kiss as you hold his cheek and neck, softly meeting him in the middle. his lips are soft against your split lips he licks it as he tastes the chocolate you had eaten an hour prior, “ya think this will be good.”
you look at the food, actually impressed as you grab a spoon quickly, putting it into the mixture, he takes it from your fingers. kissing each tip as he puts the spoon in the sauce, blowing on it softly before putting it in your mouth. as you hum in delight a bright puppy like smile appears on his face.
“looks like ‘samu really does have competition.” you lick your lips, wanting to eat more.
“as long as the prize is ya, ‘m already a winner.” your heart goes warm as you kiss him again, admiring how beautiful your boyfriend is.
you quickly set the table, atsumu bringing the pot to the table as you both began eating together. you both spoke about your day and enjoyed each others company, it was rare to have moments like this when atsumu was near tournaments. but it was the little thing that would make you always stay with the boy.
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kentoangel · 2 years
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warnings. fluff, nudity, kisses, more fluff
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miya atsumu can’t believe you’re naked by his side.
well. miya atsumu can’t believe you’re naked by his side on foreign bedsheets, in a foreign country — with a wedding ring placed on your finger (a wedding ring he gave you with glimmering eyes and breathless kisses) and his last name instead of your own.
he can’t believe you’re his beloved for the rest of an eternity (that is, if you’ll have him for however long an eternity lasts). can’t believe he’s completely and absolutely yours — that you hold every piece of his heart and soul, that you make him weak in the knees.
miya atsumu traces his calloused, almost rough, fingertips alongside your back — touches you as if you’re made of porcelain. and once you start to stir he smiles, wraps his arm around your torso to pull you close to his bare chest, buries his nose into the crook of your neck.
“g’morning, my love.”
and you can’t help but smile, wrap your hand around his arm to feel him. and he feels like happiness, like a warm ray of sunshine. “good morning, ‘tsumu.”
“how’d you sleep?” he plants a kiss to the love mark he’d left on you the night before. “as miya y/n.”
you giggle because that’s definitely something your husband would say. “hmm, everything’s pretty normal.” you hold your index finger up to your chin as if in deep thought. “not much changed.”
he groans into your skin and you scrunch your nose, smiling as he tickles your sides. “yer no fun.” and you can feel his big, toothy smile as his body melts into your own once again.
you grab his hand (his big and calloused and almost rough hand that holds a silver band on his ring finger, one that you gave him with stars in your eyes and messy kisses) and kiss his palm. “but sleeping by your side, as a married couple now, was heavenly.”
miya atsumu could cry as he slips out of your touch and places his hands on either side of your head, as he looks down at you with love filled eyes and you swear you can see little pieces of the sun in them. he leans down and kisses you — breathless and broken in between because of his and your smiles.
“have i ever told ya i’m the luckiest guy in the world?” atsumu starts, still above you and with a sweet smile on his face. “‘cause i’m married to ya? i’m so in love with ya, doll face, that i could hand ya the universe if ya asked for it.”
and you wrap your arms around his neck because his love is spilling out of your heart. it’s so much love, never too much love, but so much you could cry, too. and you hug him and whisper in his ear, as if it were a great secret, that you’re in love with him. so much so you’d put the moon and the sun and the stars and every single planet in a jar to hand it over to him.
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thanks for reading ⋆ ˚。⋆˚⸜(♡ ॑ᗜ ॑♡)⸝ ˚⋆。˚ ⋆ reblogs are appreciated
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