#atsumu scenarios

[euphoricimagination]

How they react to you having them as your wallpaper

Feat. Atsumu, Bokuto & Oikawa

Atsumu

You were taking a shower when in Atsumu’s apartment when you phone started ringing. He didn’t want to answer it, he wasn’t that sure if you were okay with him just using it.

He heard the shower turn off, so he went to the door of the bathroom.

“Oi! Angel! Yer phone is ringing!” he calls you

“Really? Who is it?!” you scream back

“It says… Ken…Kenma!”

“Can you answer it and tell him I’ll call him back?”

“You want me to answer him?” He asks, lots of emotions coming up. Who was Kenma? What did he want? Why does it feel wrong to answer it? There were so many things in his head that the call ended before he could even think of answer it “Ehh… angel? The call is over”

“Well, can you send him a text ? The password is 3476” you say simply.

He doesn’t really know what is taking you so long for you to come out, but the fact that you gave him your password make him feel so special. When he unlocks your phone he immediately sees your wallpaper. An image of him when he was half asleep, cheek squeezing the pillow with a half smile. He froze in place, blush creeping into his face and ears.

“Did you… something interesting in my phone?” you smirk coming out of the bathroom

“Ehh… N-no, I just…”

“You like my wallpaper? That’s one of the cutest photos I have of you”

“Photos? Ya have more?!” you nod your head while chuckling “Jezz, yer’re worse than Suna… let me delete some”

“What? No!” you snatch your phone back “you loved taking photos, why would you want to delete mine?”

“Because I don’t look good in them”

“I won’t let you!” you move away as far as you could

“Ya know, yer’re just in a towel, ya can’t really run away from me” he smirks at you, now you turn to be blushing.

He’s not letting you know yet that his wallpaper is a photo of you sleeping in his chest.

Bokuto

The lack of messages from your boyfriend confuses you. You were out running some errands at around the time he should be at home, in normal occasions he would send a bunch of messages calling for you, being the clingy lovable boyfriend he is. But this time there was nothing.

Everything is a mess when you arrived home. Couch moved, drawers open, pillows on the floor and a Bokuto looking under the arm chair.

“What are you doing?” you ask him, making him jump and hit his head.

“Ouch!” he exclaims before looking at you with sad eyes “Babyyy, I lost my phone”

“You lost it? What were you doing?” you say before kissing his pouty lips, you knew that if you didn’t he would pout even more

“I don’t know, I had it when I enter but when I threw my stuff on the couch it disappeared”

“Babe, how did you managed to do that” you chuckle “here, call your phone. I’m going to prepare dinner”

With that you pass him your phone and leave the room. He stays sitting in the floor with a dumbfounded look; yes, he knew your password, but he has never actually seen your phone outside of what you show him. He never felt the need to.

It take him a few seconds to realize that he is staring at himself when he unlocks your phone, but when he does he has a big grin on his face. Specially seeing the photo that you chose. It was him in his MSBY uniform, when he was wiping away the sweat in his forehead with the t-shirt showing his abs. He has seen the photo many times, it went viral on twitter, but seeing it in your phone made him a warm feeling.

“Found it?” you lay on his back in a lazy hug, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Not yet, I was just… watching your wallpaper”

“It’s really hot isn’t it? One of your fansites took it and tagged me on it”

“I love you!” he cuts you hugging you tightly, leaving kisses all over your face “Let’s go take some new photos for our phones!”

Oikawa

You were laying in Oikawa’s chest, your back to his chest while watching one of his matches in preparation for a tournament. He had his chin on your shoulder, eyes completely focused in the screen of his phone while occasionally pressing kisses in your skin.

While the players were changing sides is when he unfreezes himself, and it’s when his eyes decide to trace your form. Your face was enlightened by his phone’s light, hair in some messy braids, and your hoodie, hoodie that you wore when he took you back to Japan a few weeks ago. Which remind him of something

“Love, did you send me the photos that we took in Miyagi?” He asked poking your side, making you making you flinch slightly

“Eh? No, I forgot! Stop laughing!”

“Sorry, sorry, you just looked so cute” says squishing your cheeks

“Shut up or I’m not going to send you the photos” he quickly stays put at the thread; no matter how cute he finds you, he knows that your threats can hurt him “Good, I’ll send them right now”

He watches you while you take your phone out and unlock it, his eyes widen slightly at your wallpaper before a smirk found its way.

It was a photo that you made Iwaizumi take when you went to Japan, in the Date Masamune Culture museum. He was dressed in a samurai armor and you were wearing a simple kimono, laughing at how he looked alongside his old teammates. He remembers how hesitant he was at wearing that big armor, especially knowing that his friends were going to tease him by calling him a foreigner, but he had set his mind to make your first trip there as memorable as possible.

“Oh, so you put one of the photos as your wallpaper but forget to send them to me, huh? Me? Your wonderful boyfriend?”

“Oh god. I said I was sorry!”

“I made a joke of myself there for you just so you forget it” he says dramatically, making you roll your eyes.

“I love the photo, so thank you for acting like an idiot”

“Hey!” he laughs out before pecking your lips “Well, at least my idiocy makes you happy”

“You make me happy” you say without much care, you didn’t know how much those simple words meant to him “There, I send them now”

“Thanks love” He hugs you tightly, all signs of teasing disappearing. He once thought that living in another country would make him feel homesick, and while he does sometimes, he found you, his new home. Of course, he still enjoys going back to Japan, but now he rather go with you by his side “Let’s take more when we go back”

[kaiijo]

SPICY NOODLE CHALLENGE — MIYA ATSUMU

pairing: miya atsumu x fem! reader content: timeskip! atsumu, he’s whipped note: i am atsumu and atsumu is me

atsumu can already feel his anxiety mounting as he sits down with you at the izakaya you frequented. he swears there’s a cold sweat down his back as you bump his shoulder with yours and say, “i’ve been looking forward to trying this place for a while!”

“yeah,” he replies back, praying that his voice doesn’t sound as shaky as he thinks it does. “me too.”

atsumu knows he has many charms and talents: he’s funny, an amazing volleyball player, and devilishly handsome if he does say so himself (“yer certainly devilish,” osamu would say). but if there’s one thing atsumu can’t do, it’s eat spicy food. it’s something his ma and osamu and suna and nearly everyone who knows this fact teases him about.

the only reason you don’t is because atsumu didn’t tell you. not only did he not tell you, he may have oversold how much he liked spicy food to you, a spicy food fanatic.

what can he say? love makes you do crazy things.

which is how he’s here, in his current predicament: on a date with you in an izakaya that has announced its new ramen made with some of the hottest peppers in the world. apparently, if your entire table can eat their bowls of ramen without asking for anything to cool the spice in under fifteen minutes, you get the meal for free.

he’s screwed. and he really, really wants to ask you to be his girlfriend tonight but he’s not sure if he’s going to survive this challenge.

atsumu listens to you tell the waiter the two of you are partaking in their spicy noodle challenge. silently, he bids goodbye to the world and leaves all his earthly possessions to his ma and brother. then, he turns to look at you and his heart melts when he sees the big smile on your face. “i’m happy to be here with you,” you say. “i know you’ve been super busy with practices so i’m glad you made some time for me.”

“no need to be grateful,” he says, puffing his chest out a little with pride. “i’d do anythin’ for ya.”

you giggle and if he wasn’t sitting down, atsumu thinks his legs might have just turned to jelly. as you two talk, atsumu completely forgets about the spicy ramen. you’re playing with his fingers absentmindedly as you gaze into his eyes and you’re just so incredible and he can’t wait to ask you to be his and—

and then the ramen comes out and pulls atsumu from cloud nine.

he can smell the spice level, can smell the probably millions of peppers and other spices in the broth. he hesitantly lifts his chopsticks and spoon, glancing over at you. your faces lights up in anticipation and behind you, he hears the waiter tell the two of you that he’ll start the timer when you two are ready.

both of you scoop some broth onto your spoon and atsumu draws in a deep breath. “ready?” you ask him.

“yeah.” ready as he’ll ever be, atsumu shoves the spoon in his mouth and swallows. he’s waiting for the eruption of heat but it’s not there. atsumu stares down at the noodles and soup. huh, maybe it’s not as spicy as they said it was…

then, there’s a prickle in his throat that builds to a sting. it’s moving upwards, towards his tongue, building and building and no more than three seconds later, atsumu feels like his whole mouth just burst into flames. he feels sweat build on his forehead and his nose is starting to sting too.

next to him, you slurp down another portion of noodles and he’s envious of how casual you make it look, like you haven’t just swallowed the freaking sun. but he’s never been one to back down from a challenge, especially one that has so much riding on it. so atsumu puts down his spoon, picks up the bowl, and gulps down the broth, hoping that the speed will not only complete the challenge but make the spice pass faster.

he quickly learns that this was the wrong move. because his mouth is on fire like before but ten times worse. he thinks there are tears coming down his cheeks but he can’t feel anything but the spice in his mouth. even worse, he starts to cough violently and you look alarmed and there are other izakaya-goers turning to look at him.

“‘tsumu, are you okay?” you ask, patting his back. you glance back at the waiter with the timer and ask, “can you get us some milk?”

“are you sure?” the waiter asks back. “you’ll forfeit the challenge—”

you reply, “i know and i’m sure.” the waiter stops the timer and scurries off to complete your request. meanwhile, you use your hand to fan atsumu and push the glass of water he reaches for away, saying, “that’ll make it so much worse.”

thankfully, the waiter comes back with two tall glasses of milk and atsumu chugs that like his water at volleyball matches. his tongue screams with relief as the burn is doused by the drink. he finishes the milk in seconds and you hand him the other glass without a word, and he does the same thing.

you rub his back comfortingly and atsumu is embarrassed to know you can feel his sweat through the nice shirt he wore for your date. he sighs to himself, using a napkin to wipe his damp face. well, he thinks he may as well come clean to you after that near-death experience. “can be honest with ya, baby?”

you nod kindly and he says, “i can’t eat spicy food.”

your eyebrows raise and then knit together in worry. “really? i’m so sorry, atsumu, i would’ve never made us eat so much of it if i’d know!”

he shakes his head vehemently. “none of this is your fault. all on me, promise.”

you’re gently when you ask, “why didn’t you tell me?”

“wanted ya to like me. didn’t want to seem like a loser,” he says, face heating up even more.

you chuckle and lean your head on his shoulder. “you are a loser, but you’re my loser.”

“wow,” he huffs, “way to kick a man when he’s down.”

“seriously, though, ‘tsumu, it doesn’t matter if you like spicy food or not! i like you no matter what.”

“really?”

“yes, really.” you poke his thigh. “how shallow do you think i am?”

“wouldn’t be askin’ ya to be my girlfriend if ya were.”

you leaner further into him, ignoring his dampness. “you’re asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“if ya’ll have me,” he says. “shit spice tolerance and all.”

you lift your head from his shoulder and peck his cheek. “of course i will. shit spice tolerance and all.”

[kleftiko]

❦ TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF PT. 2

ft. sakusa, kageyama, atsumu

PART 1

—sakusa

when people ask you what your skin care routine is, you shrug. how are you supposed to know if you’re not the one that does it? your boyfriend does. you’re his little doll that sits pretty for him as he places the products in his hands to warm them up before patting them on your soft skin (patting, not rubbing, he’s very insistent on that). it’s a multiple step routine everyday and sometimes he’s very annoying about it, but he rewards you with a soft kiss on your lips every single time without fail.

—kageyama

takes you two on a monthly date to get your nails done. the both of you are sitting side by side as your cuticles are getting cut and his nails are getting shaped. he’s helping you pick out a new colour and he’s telling the nail techs all the new shit that’s going on with his team. even though he doesn’t get any polish (doesn’t want anything on his fingers) he still blows on them like he sees you do. then he’s paying and, depending on the weather, taking you to get a drink so you can show everyone at the cafe your new nails.

—atsumu

sometimes washing your hair is a hassle. you get into a rut where you can’t bring yourself to shower despite feeling like shit. that’s where your boyfriend comes in, with his wide smile and gentle teasing, he sits you down in the tub and lets the hot water run down your body. he’s mixing together random shampoos, acting like they’re different ingredients for a salad that is your hair. his fingers are massaging your scalp as he pretends to ‘toss’ the ‘ingredients’ together. it’s sweet and funny and even if it doesn’t bring you out of your slump, it makes you feel clean and loved.

[hajiberry]

Your laugh rang out through the halls as he carried you to your shared bedroom. Collapsing onto the bed you both erupted into giggles.

“I’m so drunk”, you mumbled against his chest, inhaling in his scent.

“Me too”, as he looked down at you, you both started laughing again.

“Why are we even laughing?”, he just shrugged, trying to contain his laughter but failing miserably.

“I fucking love you”, he said, after your laughter died down. Looking at him, a small pout formed onto your lips.

“I love you”, as soon as the words left your mouth, tears started to well up in your eyes. His eyes widened before a small laugh escaped his mouth.

“Are you crying?”

“Don’t laugh”, shoving his shoulder, you glare at him.

“Sorry you’re just so cute”, rolling your eyes you tried not to smile at him.

“It’s just cause I’m drunk”, you mumbled, which earned a chuckle from the equally as drunk man beside you.

“Mhm”, shooting him another glare you leaned on your back looking up at your ceiling fan.

“If you had one more drink you’d be crying about how much you love me too”, you mumbled, closing your eyes, the sleepiness of being drunk hitting you. Smiling in your direction he leaned towards you, pressing a kiss to your lips, tasting like tequila and mint.

ATSUMU, kuroo, suga, bokuto, tanaka, tendou

[ceijoh]

title: my wish is you 

summary: where his best friend is in love with him 

word count: 4k+ 

warnings/contents: angst, jealousy, insecurities, doubts, fluff (f!reader)

masterlist

You never once questioned your position in Atsumu’s life. You were his partner, his support, his home, the person he shares his weird jokes and thoughts with. 

You knew that he loved you the most, but you weren’t his first love. It didn’t matter to you, hell, you had your first love before Atsumu but he just wasn’t in your life anymore. However, it couldn’t be said the same for Atsumu. 

You knew their history; they were good friends in high school, became best friends in college and she’s stuck by him ever since then. She’s known Atsumu for longer than you have and that never bothered you. Relationships aren’t defined by time, they’re defined by feelings. You knew that they both held feelings for each other at some point but there wasn’t enough courage on either end to make it happen. 

Everyone thought they would end up together, until you showed up. You caught his attention right away.. There was something Atsumu felt that he’s never felt before. You and him just clicked on levels he wasn’t even aware of.

When he told you all of this, Atsumu half expected you to tell him to never see her again, which would hurt him but if he needed that for your boundaries he would. Though you never did. You understood their feelings, the situation they were both in, but she never tried anything, so why should you tell him to stop seeing her? Besides, he was with you, he chose you and not her to be with. 

He had enough courage to ask you to be his because even for one second, the thought of you slipping through his mind, he knew that he would have regretted it for the rest of his life. 

You were very neutral towards her, you tried to like her at the start of your relationship, you did for the sake of yours and Atsumu’s relationships but she never did. Or maybe she did try but it was the bare minimum. While you tried to make time to hang out with her, she always came up with the excuse that she was busy, however when it was Atsumu asking her it was always a resounding yes. 

You tried to turn a blind eye to some of her behaviours when you truly got serious with Atsumu. Calling him at night, the constant texts from her during the day, expecting to do the things she did with Atsumu before he got into a relationship with you. The way that whenever you three hung out together, or even in a group, she always made you somehow feel like the third wheel. Sharing the inside jokes that she and Atsumu have, the memories that you weren’t there to remember. It just hurt. 

--

You decided to bring it up with Atsumu one night, after dinner. Putting the last wet dish on the rack, you turned to him. Noticing your eyes on him, he placed his phone down and grinned at you. “Whatcha ya thinkin’ ‘bout, angel? 

Fiddling with your hands, you took a deep breath. “Remember when we first started dating, and how you told me that you and Sato-san had feelings for each other?”

Gone was the calmness Atsumu felt around you, and instead his heart picked up its pace. Where were you going with this? 

Noticing his change in breathing, you quickly rectified, “I know that you don’t have feelings for her anymore, ‘Tsum,” reaching over to grab his hand and squeeze it gently. “I just don’t think that she’s over you. Actually, I don’t think she’s ever gotten over you.” 

Now feeling at ease, knowing that you didn’t think of him being in love with someone else. “Does that bother ya?” At your glance, “Wait, don’t answer that!” 

Shrugging, “I mean I feel uncomfortable with her always asking for your time, cutting into our dates. I know she’s your best friend, ‘Tsum, but she’s just always there asking for your time. It seems like I can’t even go on a date with you because she somehow knows and calls you and interrupts us.” 

Atsumu knew you had a point but this was also one of his closest friends, “(Y/N), we just spent a lot of time together before, she’s just gettin’ used to it.” 

“It’s been three years, Atsumu,” you knew that he was going to defend her, you would have been shocked if he just took your word. “Do you or do you not remember what happened on our first anniversary?” 

Remembering back to the day, he did remember her texting him and calling him all day to remind him that they were supposed to have a gathering around Osamu’s place, something they often did. It just so happened that it fell on your anniversary night. The others were fine with it, knowing that your anniversary was more important than a casual night but she felt hurt. 

“No one that just sees you as a best friend does that,” you reasoned out. “No one gets hurt if you’d rather spend time with your partner than your friends.” 

Gulping you realised that this was probably the best time to let out all of the feelings you had about her. 

“It’s just every time we hang out with her, it feels like she’s the one that’s dating you and I’m just your friend. The memories that you share together with her, the jokes, I don’t have those ones that you always bring up when we’re around with your friends, Atsumu,” feeling the familiar prick of tears in your eyes, you quickly brushed them away, something Atsumu took notice of silently. 

“It makes me feel hurt, it hurts me. It feels like I don’t belong in this stupid little world that the two of you have together.” 

“I don’t have the years that she has with you Atsumu, I don’t have the memories of you falling over in front of the ice-cream truck, and how that started such a great summer. I don’t have that!” Gone was the rationality that you wanted when you started this conversation, instead the hurt, the isolation, the inferiority you felt around her was speaking. 

“I’m so worried that one of these days, you’ll wake up and feel like you made the wrong decision, that it was her all along, and I was just someone in the way of that,” noticing that you were crying openly, you brushed them away but it seemed like they never wanted to stop. Not able to speak anymore, you instead focused on your hands, tears still streaming down your face, a sniffle here and there. 

Feeling a wave of defence over his best friend, Atsumu sighed. “Look, (Y/N). I don’t think Michi is in love with me, okay?” He looked at you intently, “Yeah, she gets touchy sometimes and she brings up these memories but that’s the way she’s always been.” 

Flabbergasted that Atsumu just brushed your worries away, you scrunched up your brows. “Are you telling me that it’s all in my head? That her actions are just friendliness?” 

Atsumu didn’t say anything, which you took as confirmation. “What would happen if I did that! What would have happened if I did that with Genji?” At the sound of your first love’s name, Atsumu subconsciously grimaced. 

“How would you feel -as my boyfriend- if we hung out with Genj? The fact that I bring up all these memories that Genji and I share, that you weren’t a part of? How would you feel if I started hugging Genji longer than necessary, Miya?” You spat out. Yes, you were still hurt and angry but you thought your boyfriend would have at least pandered to your worries. 

The feeling of his heart clenching at the sound of his surname and your ex-boyfriend's first name in a sentence made Atsumu feel queasy. 

“I tell you that I’m worried that you’ll leave me for her, and you can’t even comfort me?” You spoke raising your voice, your nostrils flared and you clenched your jaw. “You were so willing to make up excuses for her, but you can’t even spare me some shitty words to comfort me,” scoffing you rolled your eyes. 

You mumbled something under your breath and stalked off without another word. Atsumu, feeling ashamed of the actions he just did, sat down on the couch. Never had you spoken like that to him before, relaying the conversation in his head, he knew that he rightfully deserved it. 

Why? Why did he feel such a need to make excuses for her? Why couldn’t he have just said the words he wanted to say? That he doesn’t care if they have a bunch of history together, his future only has you in it. He only wants a future with you and no one else. 

Walking into the bedroom, he expected to see you in bed curled away from him but all he saw was an empty bed. Panicking and his heart beating fast, did you leave? Where did you go? He quickly walked to the bathroom, sighing in relief when he saw your things were still there. Moving towards the spare bedroom, he turned the handle only to find out that it was locked. Something shattered within Atsumu when the door didn’t open. This has never happened. 

--

In the morning, Atsumu woke up, spread his hand out, ready to pull you into him. When he felt the empty space, he sat up, trying to get used to the sun, shaking his head. Where were you? When he remembered what happened last night, he clenched his fist and fell back into bed. 

Walking into the living room, Atsumu noticed you by the sofa, a coffee in your hand. His heart felt like it could crack in any minute, and he felt like shit. This was the first time in your relationship that you two decided to sleep apart and fuck, he never wanted that ever again. 

“Hey angel,” his voice was groggy, and he noticed that there was no breakfast. 

“Sorry,” you shrugged, “I just woke up. Had a shitty sleep.” 

Chuckling slowly, “Tell me about it.” 

You both shared a look, and Atsumu felt a little lighter. Walking over to the machine, he could feel your gaze on him. He knew he needed to sort this out now but with an important practice in a couple of hours, he knows he can’t. 

“I’m sorry about-” 

“It’s fine,” you cut him off sharply. “It was my fault to bring it up.” Finishing up your last sip of coffee, you placed it in the sink. “I have a meeting today, I’ll be late so there won’t be any dinner but you have plans with her don’t you?” 

You didn’t have to ask, it was their Tuesday night after all. Looking at your phone, you glanced back at Atsumu, “Actually, I’ll be in and out with meetings all day. Try not to text me, I probably won’t be able to respond.” 

Without another word, you walked up to your shared bedroom intent on getting ready as quickly as you can. 

Stunned at your cold and blunt words to Atsumu, something you’ve never done. Maybe in a teasing tone, but it was always accompanied by a smile. Just how much did he fuck up? 

It was thirty minutes since he last saw you, sitting by the couch sipping his coffee, looking through his phone. He heard you and looked up. Fixing up your blazer and moving quickly to the door, you looked at Atsumu. “I didn’t have time to make your bento today, but maybe she can, if you text her.” Without another word, the door shut. 

Whether it was a metaphor for your feelings with Atsumu, the man did not know. 

--

“Tsum-Tsum, where’s your lunch that (Y/N)-chan always packs?” Bokuto asked, noticing that his teammate just had some store bought pre-made lunch. 

Ashamed, Atsumu was quiet for a moment, earning looks from his three teammates. Hinata looked towards Bokuto and Sakusa who just shrugged in response, “Are you okay, Tsum?” 

Nodding quickly, Atsumu smirked and threw his arm around Bokuto, “Don’t ya worry Bokkun!” 

Tossing in a joke, Atsumu hoped his teammates would just let it go and not pay attention to the rising tension. 

--

“(Y/N) has never once missed making your lunch, even when she had a fever she still made something for you,” Sakusa’s voice brought him out of his thoughts. Turning to the black haired man, Atsumu watched as Sakusa narrowed his eyes at him. “So, what did you do?” 

Plastering a fake grin on his face, Atsumu gave him a thumbs up, “Nothing, Omi-Omi! Don’tcha worry!” 

Blocking Atsumu’s sidestep, Sakusa glared the older man down, “I am worried because my friend is not responding to me.” 

“But I am responding to you.” 

“I’m not talking about you,” Sakusa snapped. It was weird for Atsumu, two people that he cared for a lot, who he’s annoyed until they’re red in the face but never snapped or raised their voice at him, just in less than 24 hours. “Iwaizumi-san says that she’s not responding to him either. Talk.” 

Atsumu sighed in defeat, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to leave without indulging Sakusa with the problems with you. He didn’t want to tell more people about this, he wanted to fix this as soon as he could, and he’d rather not have other people interfering. Realising it was too late, as Sakusa and Iwaizumi knew of your behaviour, and knowing that if they knew, your other best friends and his brother would definitely know, Atsumu knew he was in deep shit. And maybe Sakusa can give him some advice.  

“I mean, can you blame her?” He turned to Kiyoomi who was staring at him with distaste. “I mean, you basically told your girlfriend that her feelings weren’t genuine. That she was just making it up in her head.” 

“I never said those words,” Atsumu spoke angrily. 

Sakusa just shrugged, “You implied it though. By not acknowledging her feelings, you gave her the assumption that you don’t care about them. Just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean that it’s not happening.” 

The younger man brushed off the invisible dust, and sanitised his hands, placing them in his pockets. He looked at Atsumu once. “You’re lucky that she didn’t break up with you,” Kiyoomi stated bluntly. “I wouldn’t fault her if she did.” 

--

Entering her house, something he’s done plenty of times, this was the first time it’s ever felt wrong. He could see her by the kitchen, she turned around giving Atsumu a beaming smile. He shouldn’t be here. This felt wrong. This felt like betrayal. 

“(Y/N) thinks yer still in love with me,” Atsumu began, no point in beating around the bush. Rubbing his face, tired of the day, tired of the fight, “But I said yer not, yer just sentimental.” 

Michi paused her movements, and turned around to face Atsumu. Heart beating in her chest, she tucked a piece of hair behind hair. This was it, this was the moment that she’s been waiting for. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, Michi finally said the one thing she’s been dying to say, “But, Atsumu, I do love you.” 

Atsumu sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his hair, “Why now? Why now that I’m with (Y/N)?” 

“You knew, you always knew that we had something going on!” 

“And we never took a chance, did we?” Atsumu spat out. “That was both of our faults!” 

“We were supposed to end up together,” she mumbled, the confidence she had moments ago slowly disappearing. 

“We were kids,” Atsumu rebutted, fire in his words. “What I have with (Y/N), this is serious. This is what I’ve been wantin’ all along.” 

“We had that!” 

“We never did!” Atsumu was tired. He was tired of all of this, he didn’t expect this to blow up this big. “Maybe we had a taste of what could be, but what you and I had, does not and will never compare to what I have with (Y/N).” 

“I’ve known you for longer, Atsumu, I know you better than she could ever hope to,” she pleaded. “I’m in love with you, and I know that you’re in love with me. We were supposed to be together, it would have just taken longer.” 

Atsumu moved his mouth to say something, but all he could do was stare at her. He wanted to say ‘maybe in another life’, but the words couldn’t escape him. And he knew that if he said it, it would be a lie. In this life and any other lives that he has, the only person he wants to share them is with you. 

As much as Atsumu wanted to sit down and gather his thoughts, he needed this to get over as soon as he could. He needed to get back to you. 

“I know that I wasn’t ready back then, but now I’m ready for you. I’m here,” Michi glanced at Atsumu, at the man that she’s been in love with for the past decade. “I’m in love with you Atsumu and I want to be with you.” 

He couldn’t help but chuckle, there was his best friend, the person that once held his heart saying the words he once longed to hear. There was something disdainful in her tone, it felt wrong coming from her. It never did with you. It always felt right, like every time you said it a missing puzzle piece was completed inside of Atsumu. 

If it was a couple of years ago, Atsumu would have jumped at the chance but that was before you. Before you turned his whole world upside down and he finally realised what being in love meant. Just because Michi knew Atsumu longer, and she thought that she knew Atsumu deeper, everyone knew it was you. It was you that fit right at Atsumu’s side. 

You were the one that understood his moods, even before you began dating, you never once pushed him. You accepted how he felt and dealt with his emotions, and you were always there to give a hand if he needed or asked for it. It was the late night talks where he didn’t realise that he was already in love with you, it was the eagerness to see your face everyday. To talk to you everyday, to have those mundane and simple things that he despised before but then it was all he wanted to do, because he got to do it with you. 

It was the feeling of being complete with you. Michi completed him in a way that Atsumu knew, she fit into his world, she was best friends with him. But you were his world. You filled in spaces that Atsumu didn’t even realise were empty. The cracks that were filled with your laughter and soft kisses, the void that he ignored was filled with your soft whispers about the future. 

It never felt right until you. 

It’s always been you. 

With the lack of response, Michi bowed her head, “You’re choosing her, aren’t you?” 

Without a pause, Atsumu responded, “Yeah,” looking at her, Atsumu felt nothing. There was an air indifference surrounding her. “I’ll always choose her, no matter what.” 

Atsumu hopes that she understood what he said. Even if she begged, even if she pleaded for him to choose her, it would always be you. It’s always been you. 

Atsumu straightened his back, “I think this friendship needs to end, Sato-san. My relationship with (Y/N) will always be the most important, she’s the most important person to me. I’ve loved her more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and will ever love anyone.” Taking a couple of steps towards the door, “And I can’t have anyone doubting that for her.” 

It took ten years for her to say what she felt, and it only took Atsumu a couple of minutes to destroy her life, and a couple of steps to walk away from her forever. Dropping to her knees, Michi sobbed knowing that she was too late. 

--

You were sitting at the dinner table, the dinner ready to be eaten at any moment. Looking towards the door once you heard it unlocked, you saw as Atsumu walked in, taking a deep breath and looking right at you. 

Closing the door, he hastily made his way to you. Tugging you out of your chair gently, he wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry,” mumbling the words into your neck over and over again, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him. 

“I ended my friendship with Sato-san,” shocked at the words coming out of his mouth, shocked at the use of her surname and the formality, you moved yourself a little bit from Atsumu. 

“‘Tsum, what?” 

Repeating what he just told you, Atsumu looked you right in the eyes, willing to believe his truth. “I’ll always choose you.” 

“‘Tsum, you didn’t have to do that. You could have just not spoken to her for a while, you didn’t need to cut her out of your life.” 

Atsumu shook his head, “I never want ya to ever feel like I’m second guessing who I chose, and I know yer,” tapping the side of your head with his fingers, he smiled down at you. “Ya get into yer own head way too much. If she was around, I know you’d always be comparin’ or thinkin’ with that big brain of yers.” 

“But aren’t you sad?” 

“I am,” Atsumu said truthfully. “But I know that I’ll get through it, with ya around,” nuzzling into your neck he couldn’t help continue, “but if it was you.” 

Looking at you, you could see his eyes watering, “If it was you, if I lost ya for some reason, I don’t think I’d be able to continue.” 

Gently cupping his face with your hands, caressing the apple of his cheeks with your thumb, “You never have to worry about me leaving you, Miya Atsumu. I’m yours forever.” 

“And I’ll always be yers, now and forever,” placing his forehead to yours, Atsumu felt his heart be at peace for the first time since last night. “I want ya for longer than forever, angel.” 

Grinning, you moved yourself closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down on the couch with you, him on top of you. “I’m more than okay with that.” 

Pulling you into his lap, Atsumu held your hands in his, “I’m sorry,” was what he started with. Tightening his hands, “I’m so sorry I ever made ya feel like that. I don’t care if I have ten years worth of memories with her because that means nothin’ with the forever I want with ya,” Atsumu began. “Those memories were what I remember most when we were kids, those inside jokes are just that, inside jokes with her.  What I want is the jokes we’ll pass down to our kids, the stories that we’ll share to our kids. The memories that I’ll repeat and say to you before I say ‘I do’. All the memories that I had with her, angel, don’t compare nothin’ to one memory I have with ya.” 

“Miya Atsumu,” you started, you could feel your heart beating against your chest rapidly. You never expected Atsumu to stop being friends with her. You truly just wanted for them to take a break. 

You knew he’s loved you since you first met because you were the exact same. The way he filled your world with his brightness, the way he always made you feel like his priority above everything else, when he made you feel seen and remembered. Above all else, you felt warm and safe with him. There was no one but Miya Atsumu for you. 

“You’re a great big sap, you know that?” 

“Angel, I just bared my heart out to ya,” groaning, he pinched your side, a cheeky smirk on his face. “And that’s why yer saying to me.” 

“That’s my heart too, mister,” leaning forward you pressed a soft kiss to his chest. 

Grinning down at you, Atsumu knew that you could feel his heartbeat, and he didn’t care. Whatever he felt for you he wanted you to know. 

“Yeah, princess, it is,” kissing the top of your head. “It’ll always be yours.”

“Don’t make me choose between you and her.” 

“Why? Because you’ll choose her?” 

“Yeah. I’ll choose her.”

happy early birthday, miya atsumu, you absolute disgusting goblin (affectionate).

[omgjumin]

6:32am ☆ miya atsumu

tags: fem! reader, pet names (princess, girlfriend, girl)

you've never been provoked to hit your boyfriend, but with atsumu dragging you out of bed too early, only to prop you up onto the bathroom counter so you can watch him get ready, this might be a first for you. "tsumu, i wanna go to bed." you repulsively dragged out. your darkened eye bags were evidence of how tired you truly were but atsumu didn't seem to care. and he only hummed at your current drowsy state.

"and i want bonding time with my girlfriend, is that a problem?" you had to scoff at his deceiving explanation. he, who begged to the point where he might've even gotten on his knees for you to spend the night. you would've cooed at him if that was the real reason he woke you up, anytime spent with him is amazing. however, you've spent the last two days under his roof, in his house eating, drinking, napping, cooking, chilling, and sleeping together. not one moment was spent without atsumu so you knew this was not solely him wanting to be with you. but rather him wanting you to watch him get ready. to see how perfect and attractive your boyfriend truly was at any point of the day.

you rolled your eyes and groaned at the half naked man in front of you. with his gray worn out sweatpants hanging loosely on his hips while a towel draped over his shoulder, atsumu threw you a quick smirk before turning away. you really hated to admit it, you'd rather go on his 5am jog than admit it to his face that he was actually really attractive right now. with his stupid messy damp blonde hair and his stupid pretty brown eyes that lit up everytime he looked at you, and his stupid stupid stupid attractive voice that sounded like heavens gold in the morning. you hated how even after turning away from you, his bare back was stupidly pretty, his muscles that flexed ever so slightly with how he walks and the way his hands flowed loosely along side his hips. "ya comin' or not?" he asked, stopping to lean against the door frame. "yeah, whatever." you rolled your eyes, annoyed at his jaw dropping sight but you can't complain. "i know im pretty but pick yer jaw off the floor." atsumu quickly snickered before running away. his slightly damp body hitting the bed in laughter. shortly after, you landed on top of him, hands tickling his sides, before stopping to place a kiss to his soft lips.

"you're lucky i love you." you huffed before connecting with atsumu's lips again. there's a distinct taste of his toothpaste on your lips but you didn't mind, not when his hands held you tight in his arms while your lips slowly danced together. his blonde hair was still messy, his face was soft from his nicely put together skincare, the unwelcomed sunlight grazing his skin, making him glow even more, and his still not yet fully clothed body though he needs to leave in five minutes, but even despite his current state, he truly was the prettiest at this moment. atsumu is pretty. prettier than all flowers that bloom in the spring, his eyes shining more than the sun when he looks at you, but what you think is the prettiest of them all, is his charming smile. the lazy smile that sits on atsumu's face after you pull away from his lips. "and i love you too, my pretty girl."

but most importantly, atsumu thinks if there's one person who's prettier than him, is you.

[bokutizer]

miya atsumu loves you. he loves you aggressively. he loves you brotherly. he loves you so much, it hurts. literally. in other words, he tends to love you the same way he loves his twin brother.

yet, what this huge ape often forgets is that you don’t have his brother’s stature nor his pain tolerance. he means no harm. he swears! he just can’t control himself around you, and neither can he control his own strength, both leading to a few bruises along your arms or a bump on your head every once in a while. (did I mention that he means no harm?) the worst is, even when he accidentally gets a lil' too rough with you, his first reaction is to laugh. like, he'll legit make fun of you.

except he realizes you've gone quiet. too quiet. why aren’t you trying to hit him back? kick him? yell at him? "baby? hey-" it’s in these moments that he wishes your kicks would have the same strength and brutality as 'samu's because, goddamn, he hates being the cause behind those pretty teary eyes. "what-what’s wrong?"

"that hurt, you idiot." you frown at him, your hand pressed against the pulsing pain on the back of your head after your little playful wrestling session ended up with you hitting your head against the headboard of your bed. "shit, 'm sorry. let me see." of course there’s neither blood nor any open wound, yet that’s not a reason for atsumu to be any less dramatic.

"c'mere, let me kiss it better." he pouts at you, his hands holding you with gentleness as he tenderly caresses your head. his kisses feel featherlight as you feel them travel from the back of your head to your face, their warmth seeping into your skin and soothing the dull pain as if they were advil. "'m so, so sorry, princess. won't happen again."

it will, you want to say. but you don’t. because you love miya atsumu. so much. you love they way he is, you love the way he loves.

[heathsuii]

omg what ab seatmate suna when yall are no longer seatmates (the seat order changed or something)

seatmate!suna and you were no longer seatmates, the seating arrangement changed halfway through the school year.

your seat was at the front by the door. suna's seat was at the last row, next to the window.

atsumu's your seatmate for the remaining half of the school year.

you got acquainted with atsumu when the teacher paired you guys for an assignment, and eventually became good friends.

seatmate!atsumu and you would fight every single day over the littlest things.

now back to exseatmate!suna 🔥💯💪😻

exseatmate!suna sulking all day after you chose to pair-up with atsumu for a project.

you were talking, accompanying suna on his way to practice.

"i couldn't go on tiktok today because my fyp is flooded with those don't skip this vi–"

"so that's how it's going to be then..."

"suna, i'll respond to your videos when i get home, i prom–"

"well yeah? as you should but i'm not talking about that."

"then, what are you talking about...???"

"i'm talking about you casting me aside... throwing me away like i'm replaceable— which i am not."

"suna, i told you, i didn't get any notifs from you on insta–"

"i'm talking about you and your new partner."

"new partner?? i don't have any new— you mean ‘tsumu??"

"referring him with a nickname? wow. okay. ouch. you've dug your own grave."

"i only paired up with ‘tsumu cause he was more close and you were too far away but i promise you, next time we'll be partners."

"promise?"

"promise, i pinky-swear!"

he was smiling during the entire practice. and then spamming your inbox with tiktok videos while you were still replying to the ones he sent previously.

special

hope you like this drabble anon❗❗❗ also huge HUGE thank you to all the likes, reblogs, and comments from my posts❗ it absolutely means a lot to me 🥹🫶

[nanna-mi]

No thoughts, just Miya Atsumu instantaneously regretting his words after seen your smile dropping when he screamed at you for missing a ball. He knew it wasn't your fault , you're not a pro player, he couldn't expect you to play as one and this isn't a real match, just a friendly game with the BJ, friends and their s/o, and still he couldn't contain his hurtful tone, and criticism.

[shokopan]

WE DON’T NEED THINGS LIKE MEMORIES  .  MIYA ATSUMU

PAIRING: atsumu x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff/comfort and the tiniest bit of angst if you really squint

WORD COUNT: 0.7k

CONTENT WARNINGS: cursing

AYA’S NOTES: i was sifting through my old folder of haikyuu fics i wrote last yr && remembered how much i loved this fic when i found it :DDD

“what’s wrong with saying that i'd date you if we'd met in high school?” you inquire, clutching your legs tight to your chest as you rock towards atsumu slightly, deliberately falling into your boyfriend's chest as he swiftly snakes an arm around your waist to steady you.

“nothing babe, i swear,” he instantly replies, untangling your fingers from each other to replace one with his free hand, “you just didn’t know me then! i wasn’t too great of a guy in high school if i’m being honest. you probably would've ended up crushing on samu or aran kun, maybe even kita san. he's always been pretty good looking and had tons of girls admiring him,”

“and remember when we first met in uni?” atsumu continues, eyes lowering down when he senses a newfound warmth as you envelop both of your hands around his.

“when i told you off for picking a fight with sakusa san?” you answer, recalling the boiling outrage you felt towards him years prior, "and proceeded to call you an irritating prick?"

“and i fell madly in love with you? yup,” atsumu grins cheekily before faltering by the slightest, "i was basically like that in high school, but way worse,”

“i mean i’m not as bad now, i hope. but yeah babe, i don’t think you’d date me if you knew how i acted then,” atsumu shrugs with , “and i wouldn’t blame you, y'know? dating an asshole sounds rough,”

“tell me about it, i’m dating one myself,” you giggle, bumping your shoulder with his as atsumu sulks, “kidding kidding! but what changed? you’re so sweet to me now tsumu, i can’t imagine you being any bit worse than that day we met,”

“fallin’ in love with you, that’s what changed me,” atsumu responds earnestly, shifting around and wriggling his hands from yours to cups the softness of your cheeks.

“tsumu! don’t say stuff like that if you don’t-“ you protest, moving your face down to bury it in atsumu’s large palms in embarrassment.

“i’m serious! honest!” atsumu protests, sliding his palms down to your jawline and lifting your face to level with his eyes, “you make me a better man babe, my parents, and even samu have said that. but you make me always want to be better because you deserve the best and i love you,”

warmth creeps up your cheeks as a faint soreness materializes, bringing attention to just how wide you’re grinning now, “i love you too tsumu,”

“you better love me! this conversation is making me fucking sad, thinking about how shitty i was. i better draft some emails or something to my old coaches and team for being such a pain to deal with,” atsumu chuckles, brushing the locks away from your face as he admires you for a brief moment, in awe of just how perfect you are when smiling.

“you’re absolutely perfect now,” you beam, taking your turn to cocoon your hands around atsumu’s jawline, “so so perfect,”

“damn right i am,” atsumu puffs his chest out, his signature childish yet endearing pride returning. his cheeks are dusted rose, the corners of his eyes crinkling happily, “i’m working hard babe, gonna be the absolute best boyfriend for you to make up for shitty high school tsumu,”

“good to know,” you giggle, “but you’re already the best boyfriend tsumu, it doesn’t matter how you were in high school. you’ve grown and matured since then, and there’s no need to make up for the past. it’s like your old school's motto, right? we don’t need things like memories. we don’t need to dwell on the people we were in the past. i love you now, and isn’t that what matters?”

“you’re too good to me babe,” atsumu groans playfully, hugging your waist as he buries his face into your shoulder with mild chagrin, taking in your sincerity as his blush grows fiercer by the moment, “i love you so much,”

“i love you too tsum,” a soft smile replaces the cheesy grin as you dip your head down the place butterfly kisses on the exposed part of atsumu’s jaw, “and i’m glad we met. really glad,”

you feel atsumu smile into your shoulder as he lifts his head up, a dorky grin plastered on his face as he kisses you, pulling away momentarily after as he whispers, “me too, i’m grateful we met that day,”

[mavrintarou]

[Daddies in December] Miya Atsumu

Atsumu is so precious.

Warning: fluffy Atsumu and smut

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Miya Atsumu snuck into Y/n’s apartment in the wee hours. Y/n was not expecting him for a few hours. His flight from Turkey had changed the day of the departure, leaving three hours earlier than the original time.

He dropped off his stuff at his place and showered before heading over to her place.

Atsumu leaned against the doorway at the lump beneath the comforters. He slowly approached her and sighed when he saw her comforters were pulled over her head. Her room was cold even though her heat was cranked up to the highest possible temperature.

He wasn’t fond of her apartment building, let alone the neighborhood. The building was aged and in need of numerous maintenance upgrades. Atsumu has been rehearsing how to broach the subject of inviting her to move in with him. He asked once before, and she politely declined, expressing her fondness for her place with its unique character.

Taking a seat on the edge of her bed he slowly pulled her blanket down. His heart eases seeing her face. His fingers caressed her cheek before cupping her the side of her face. In her sleep, she leaned into his warmth.

Atsumu took pleasure in being Y/n’s dedicated source of warmth. He cherished the moments when she cuddled in his arms, seeking comfort and heat. Perplexed by her habit of pulling her blanket to cover her nose while sleeping, he only learned the reason when she revealed that she couldn’t sleep if the tip of her nose felt cold.

From that point onward, he consistently ensured she stayed warm. He was willing to endure the discomfort of sleeping with extra blankets if it meant keeping her warm.

“Y/n,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’m home.”

He wished that phrase could have a slightly different meaning but he was content with their current situation.

Y/n groaned but reached for him, cupping his face. “I thought you were going to be home until the afternoon?”

He pressed a kiss to her palm, “the flight changed last minute, shaved off a couple of hours.”

She pulled away from him to pat the spot beside her, “come cuddle us then.”

He slipped in instantly, wrapping his long strong arms around her waist. His palm rubbed over her six-month-pregnant belly. His throat tightened at the thought of becoming a dad in a few months.

“I miss ‘yer two,” he murmured, “I could only think about ‘yer two and counting down the seconds to be back.”

Y/n hummed, clearly falling back to sleep. “We missed you too…”

Atsumu used to live for his career. Everything needed to revolve around it. In any relationship he had, whether it be something temporary or long-term, his partners needed to have a clear understanding that his career came first, and then them.

Until he met Y/n.

“Do… you think that’s coffee she just poured out of her tumbler?” Shoyo asked quietly.

“I… think so?” Kiyoomi replied with a disgusted look.

“I… hope so…” Kotaro scratched his head.

“I think… there was a little bit of liquor in there…” Atsumu finally piped.

Atsumu thought he was the only one watching this cute petite woman at the end of the bar. She marched into the bar set her bag on the counter, and made a hand signal to the bartender who seemed to understand her silent request. A glass cup with ice was placed in front of her. She fished out a tumbler from her bag and shook the contents before pouring dark brown liquid into the cup and chugging it all. She proceeded to pull out a laptop and began typing away with a new determined demeanor.

An hour later, he watched her as the bartender set a shot of tequila in front of her. She frowned at the bartender before her eyes glanced over, locking on Atsumu. His cock jumped at her intense gaze.

He waved a hand at her and flashed his charming smile.

“She is not your type,” Kiyoomi muttered, sipping his whisky.

“And she’s your type?” Atsumu teased. Kiyoomi rarely displayed any interest in any woman when they were out.

“She’s cute.”

Atsumu’s eyes widen, hearing those words come out of his mouth. “Well, dang, shoot your shot then man?”

Little did Atsumu realize those words would come back and haunt him. As he witnessed his friend taking the initiative with the woman, he found himself compelled to cheer him on, even though his heart weighed heavily with regret.

.

“I want you.”

Atsumu narrowed his eyes, shaking his head as if he were trying to comprehend her words. “What?” Was he hearing things with all the alcohol in his body?

Y/n glared back at him with the same passion in her eyes. “I said that I want you.”

He felt himself sober up instantly. He had purposedly gotten drunk to drink away the ache in his heart.

“Don’t – “ he averted his gaze, unable to sustain eye contact with the ones he longed to see only focused on him. “Don’t toy with me. Don’t toy with Omi and I.”

For three months, he watched in pain as Y/n spent time with Kiyoomi, a situation that should have been him instead had he made the first move.

Y/n grabbed him by the collar, tugging him closer until their lips were inches away. “I was never playing with either of you. You were just too oblivious that all this time, I’m looking at you.” She growled, “I’ll say it one last time. I. Want. You.”

.

Atsumu harbors a lingering resentment towards Kiyoomi for deceiving him, creating the illusion that there is some romantic connection developing between him and Y/n.

“Took you long enough.” Kiyoomi ignored Atsumu’s glare, “you just assumed, I never said that anything was going on between us.” Kiyoomi defended, chuckling behind his mask.  

That day when Kiyoomi approached Y/n at the bar, he had gone to tell her that the blond idiot was interested in her.

.

Atsumu was away in Italy when he video-called Y/n, only to have her pick up without enabling her camera. “Hey baby, where… are you?”

“Hey,” her voice was distant, she ignored his question and asked, “how did your game go?”

He knew immediately something was wrong and tread carefully. “We fought hard but Italy was just one step ahead of us, taking the win…” he paused, “are you okay, baby?” He hears the sharp inhale through the other line. “Baby, can you turn on your camera? I need to see you. Need to see my baby to feel better. Please?”

Her camera switched on and Atsumu immediately smiled. He immediately felt recharged after seeing her face.

“Atsumu,” Y/n called his name and he frowned, she rarely called him by his full name. “Can you come over when you get back?”

“Yeah, of course. I always do.”

She nodded, “well, I should get back to my writing, I’ll see you soon, okay?”

He forced a smile, “okay, I’ll see you soon. Love you.”

Her eyes widened in shock as she covered her mouth. “What – what did you say?”

He inhaled sharply to exhale. “I love you. I hope it’s okay for me to tell you that. I love you, Y/n.” He began to panic when she flipped off her camera. “Wait – no – turn your camera back on, please?” Atsumu began spewing out gibberish, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to drop this on you and I know we have only just started dating for over a year now, and – “ he stopped talking, smacking his head for ruining the moment.

Not just the moment, but his relationship.

“Please,” he begged, “turn on your camera.” If he was the only one who felt this way, he was fine with it. He will wait for as long as possible for her to love him.

Her camera turned on and he sighed in relief, afraid to speak anymore in case he said anything else embarrassing.

“I’m sorry,” her voice croaked, her eyes widened as she saw Atsumu’s shoulder sink in defeat. “No – wait I’m not breaking up with you!” She shouted, making him flinch. “I… I love you too.”

Atsumu collapses onto his bed, allowing his phone to drop on his chest as he groans. “I wish… I wish I was beside you as you tell me that.”

“I’ll tell you it when I see you,” she promised. “Atsumu, where are you?”

He sat up quickly and lifted his phone, his face was flushed with joy. “Here, I’m here… I’m always going to be here… for you…”

Y/n giggled, “my heart is beating so fast, Atsumu.”

He placed his hand over his heart, “me too, baby… me too.”

“There… is something else I want to tell you too.”

Atsumu frowned, what else could she want to tell him now that she told him that she loved him?

“Do… you want to hear it now or wait?”

“Just tell me now,” he breathed in and out rapidly, preparing himself. “You just told me that you love me, it can’t be anything better than that.”

“I’m pregnant.”

His jaw dropped.

“Holy fuck!” he swore, jumping onto his feet. “You’re serious?” She nodded, a small smile playing on her face. Reaching for something, she brought it to the camera. After a bit of adjustment, Atsumu recognized that it was a pregnancy test, and the little result box showed two solid lines. He covered his mouth before shouting for joy. His accent came out as he voiced his happiness, “that news is the next best thing to ‘yer telling me ‘yer love me!”

.

Atsumu groaned in his sleep, something was squeezing him… squeezing his cock.

“’Sumu…”

His breath quickened, he couldn’t see in his dream, it was all pitch black but he could hear Y/n’s voice. “… Y/n?”

“Wake up, ‘Sumu…”

His eye snapped open when he felt a familiar hand holding his sacks, massaging them. “Fuck…” he flipped her onto her back and buried his face against her neck. “You…” he growled, pressing a kiss to the pulse. Her beating heart was what he lived for now.

Although he hadn’t discussed the subject yet, he contemplated retiring from professional volleyball. The prospect of traveling had become increasingly unbearable without her, and now, with the knowledge of Y/n carrying his child, leaving her behind, even for a few days at most, was challenging.

He shifted to gaze down at her, her mischievous smile as her hand that was pressed against his chest began shifting downwards until it wrapped around his hard cock. Atsumu groaned, “you’re killing me…”

Y/n pressed a kiss to his chin, “make love to me.”

“I’ll be honored to serve.” He maneuvered himself between her legs after discovering she had already removed his boxers. His cock was already leaking, ready to be buried inside her heavenly pussy.

“Ahh…” She moaned when his cock slowly entered her until their bodies met hip to hip.

Atsumu widened her legs and created a steady pace to meet both their needs. He was extremely happy to hear the doctor answering his concerns about pregnancy sex. “It is actually good to continue to keep having sex during the pregnancy, just nothing extreme and wild.”

His thumb rubbed her clit, alternating with a pinch. Her bed creaked with each of his thrusts, reminding him he was going too hard.

Y/n reached for him, “faster…”

Leaning over her, he brushed her lips, “your neighbor is going to hate us if I go any faster…” He reminded her of the time her landlord had to notify her that other tenants complained about the noise coming from her unit. “You know… if you lived with me… I could fuck you as hard as you want,” he whispered into her ear. “No one will complain.” He nipped at the skin below her jaw. “Please, Y/n, move in with me.”

“You play dirty…” she moaned, “asking me that while you’re deep inside of me…”

“Is it working?”

“Yes…” she squeaked when he slammed into her, causing her headboard to bang into the wall. “Yes!” she whispered, “yes, I’ll move in with you – now make me cum. I want to cum on your cock.”

Atsumu smiled brightly, “as you wish.”

E/n: he is something else.

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>>>@queenelleee @mfreedomstuff @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @wolffmaiden @cloud-lyy

[euphoricimagination]

Falling asleep on them

Kenma

You were hanging out in Kenma’s place after his practice was over, something typical between the two of you. Kenma wasn’t a fan of going out, and while he did some exceptions for you – like going to the cinema or a cat café – he much rather stay inside. Not like you minded really, your relationship was super chill and you liked being with him.

Sometimes you two play together; sometimes he plays while you watch, always explaining the lore of the game; sometimes you two sit there doing homework together; and sometimes, like today, you were hugging him by the waist, cuddling him while he plays on his console lazily.

“Babe look, the monster that I told you appeared” he says enthusiastically looking at the screen. He was explaining you the game just a few minutes ago, about how rare one of the monsters was. However, he only received silence, unusual from you. Even if you didn’t care about the game, you always responded “Babe?”

He looks down to his chest where he found, in his opinion, the most beautiful sight ever. You squishing your cheek on his chest with a soft smile, stirring slightly when you heard his voice. His eyes went wide before lowly shushing you back to sleep, not wanting to wake you up.

He quickly turn his console volume down, staying completely still while questioning what to do. Should he wake you up? No, that wasn’t a good idea, it was 21:46 and you were tired, definitely not because he loves the sight, not at all. So he did the only logical thing, the thing that he would do only for you.

He turn off his console before shooting a text to your mom saying that you would stay with him. After that was done, he slowly move the both of you, ending up with him lying down in his bed with you cuddling even closer to him.

“Goodnight babe” says kissing your temple, turning his light off before hugging you back. He could use a good night of sleep anyway.

Atsumu

Being Inarizaki’s manager and Atsumu girlfriend was definitely exhausting, but everything was worthy at the end.

Today was a particularly long day, you had to wake up extra early to have a talk with the coach, two exams and now the guys practice was running longer than expected.

You were sitting in the gym floor when they decided to take a break, it was past the time they usually finish but none of them seem to care. Atsumu immediately comes to your side when they had a small break, seeing your tired self

“Are ya okay angel? Ya have been awfully down today” he says sitting down next to you

“You noticed?”

“Of course I did, I’m yer boyfriend. What happened? Are ya tired?” you nod sleepily, closing your eyes while lying on his shoulder.

His eyes widen a little at the sudden movement. He was used to affection, he was always hugging you whenever he could, but usually it was him initiating skin ship. He pass his arm through your shoulders, pulling closer to his chest to hug you tightly.

He lets you accommodate yourself in his chest, which you gladly do despite the sweat, at this point you were used to it. He feels your breath even out, so he kisses the top of your head in hopes you can relax more.

He can’t help the feeling of proudness that starts rising in his chest. The fact that you feel so safe to fall asleep on him makes his shoulders rise to the sky; nobody has trusted him this much before.

“Atsumu, go back to pra-”

“Shh, coach, my baby sleeping” he interrupts him, right now he doesn’t even want to go back to practice “can I practice tomorrow? I don’t want to wake her up”

“…Sure” says the coach taken aback.

Miya Atsumu has never denied practice, but for you, he will do anything.

Akaashi

These past few days have been hectic to say the least, between helping around your own club, cheering your boyfriend in his practices, and of course, your classes. In fact, all of your classes were getting harder that your stress was going to the roof.

Right now you were sitting in the grass of the Fukurodani gardens next to your boyfriend. His practice was pushed until later, so he decided to help you out studying to spend some time with you.

After a few minutes you began to get fidgety, and Akaashi being Akaashi, noticed right away.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, just tired. It has been a long few weeks”

“In that case let’s stop. Come here” with that he took your things away from you and slightly pull you towards his lap. You don’t try to fight him, you know that you have not chance of winning when he set his mind on something. Also, you get to lay in his lap, which doesn’t happen that often.

You soon find yourself relaxing in his legs, his hand running through your hair helping you immensely.

Akaashi’s plan was to let you relax for a few minutes, but he didn’t really expect you to fall asleep there; he didn’t knew you were that tired, if so he would have force you to sleep a lot earlier. He looks down to you, noticing how you were hugging his leg tightly with a relax smile on. He can’t help to smile at seeing you before looking at his watch; he has a few more minutes before going to practice, he supposes he can let you relax. He leans down, pressing a light kiss in your forehead

“Sleep tight love”

[fabraies]

TRIAL BASIS DATING ft ATSUMU MIYA

sfw + no warnings. if the man wants a relationship with you, he’s going to have to work for it. ﾟ｡ ꒱

FIRST TEST: HOLD-MY-PURSE-WHILE-I-TRY-THIS-ON

If New York City had one thing to offer, it was glamour, shopping trips, and luxury. However, this vision of the city seemed to be slightly different for boyfriends, who’d rather view a trip to Soho as an arm workout. Atsumu had to agree.

“Hey, babe?”

The blond perks up at the sound of your voice, looking up at you trying on another pair of nude stilettos, “Hm ?”

“Which ones ?” You say, holding up another pair that was lying nearby, in the mess that was made up of shoeboxes and translucent paper, and placing it next to the shoe that you were currently wearing.

Atsumu can’t help but blink. “Babe.. aren’t they..?” Your pupils narrow down to slits as your boyfriend almost slips up. Luckily for him, he catches the hint, and tries as best as he can to make up for his blunder.

“I mean- No, it’s just.. That’s not what I meant to say! They’re so obviously different, the left one definitely more yellow.. ish?”

You pick up the left one, inspecting it, and Atsumu swears he felt a drop of sweat make it’s way down his forehead.

“Yeah.. Yeah you’re right. Thanks, baby, love you!” As you place a quick kiss on his cheek, you happily saunter over to the store assistant to let her know you’ve made your choice, and, unbeknownst to you, Atsumu feels like screaming into a pillow. Your purse is safely in his hands, he managed to provide worthwhile fashion advice, and most of all, he was still alive.

While he was very self-centered, for once in his life, your boyfriend was sure that the outcome wasn’t any of his doing. In fact, he wholeheartedly believed there was some extraterrestrial being somewhere that had taken pity on him, and helped him out.

Right on cue, you come back, having paid your new shoes, “Come on, hurry up, there’s this other store I wanna check out next!”

Even though these sort of days were definitely rewarding; watching his girlfriend change into form-fitting outfits was always a good thing, Atsumu was already begging for the extraterrestrial’s return.

The colors and brand names you were throwing at him were making the poor man’s head spin; Apple green or Forest green? Ocre or light brown? Prada or Balenciaga? Moschino or Valentino? Atsumu didn’t even know what a Moschino was, and when he’d asked you if it was a coffee machine brand, you had almost thrown earlier’s nude stilettos right at his face.

“Come on, just five more minutes, I promise!” You answer your boyfriend from the changing room, as he had let you know about his need to go back to the hotel as soon as possible.

The blonde, who was sat in a puff chair in front of your changing room, was beginning to get really frustrated at the seemingly endless shopping trip, when he hears the curtains being drawn back. There you were, standing in all your glory, waiting for a comment on his part. Unfortunately for you, your appearance seemed to have made his mouth out of service. His jaw was slacked open, unable to utter a single word out.

“Well ?” You raise an eyebrow.

Maybe an arm workout in Soho wasn’t so bad after all.

note. This is for the girlies who take hours in the changing rooms. I see you, and I get you! Take your time queen you deserve it ﾟ｡ ꒱

©fabraies ALL RIGHTS RESERVED do not copy modify or translate my work/theme

-> second test

[kouvrse]

that type of boyfriend.

ft. sakusa, atsumu, oikawa, kageyama, suna, sachiro.

sakusa kiyoomi is that type of boyfriend to put down his mask, so just he can kiss you. he often do this in public. he also intertwines his hand with yours. he'd also scold you like your mother, if you ever get sick. you'll hear a “ didn't i told you to take care of yourself? now look what happened. you got sick. no cuddles and kisses for you today, you're still sick. ” but you know that if you whine, he'd give you a peck on the lips.

miya atsumu is that type of boyfriend to tease you alot. he loves seeing you flustered so much. but if it's the other way around, he'd be a blushing mess. even though you teasing him is a once in a blue moon scenario, he has the most beautiful flustered face. but he won't admit that he's flustered, though. is also the type to give you surprise kisses on your cheeks and lips, so that he could see your gorgeous blushing face >:/

oikawa tooru is that type of boyfriend who interacts with his fangirls, but also tells them about you. if someone ever confesses to him, he would simply reply “ awh, what cute confession you just did there! but sorry, i am already dating someone. ” he says while wearing an apologetic smile, before bowing to the girl, and making his way to you. this guy is also very very clingy. give him lots of kisses pls :p

kageyama tobio is that type of boyfriend who's inwardly jealous. if ever he's jealous, he's just gonna let himself be jealous, not even bothering to tell you, because he doesn't know how to put it in words. but instead, he'd get really really clingy. you're confused why he's clingy out of the blue, but he's adorable so you let him be. he also loves kissing your nape, while his arms are wrapped around your waist, while you're cooking something.

suna rintaro is that type of boyfriend who takes stolen shots of you. he also takes a picture of you sleeping, and makes it his wallpaper. if you ever take selfies on his phone without telling him, he'd be a blushing mess if he visits his gallery, only to find out you took a selfie on his phone, without telling him. he also likes taking pictures with you<3. he isn't into taking selfies, but if you tell him to pose, he'll do it in a heartbeat.

sachiro hirugami is that type of boyfriend who makes pillow forts with you, while eating your favorite snacks, and watching your favorite movie — or his recent matches. he also loves kissing your face, so expect a lot of kisses when dating this man. love language is physical touch, so he loves holding hands with you, resting his head on your shoulders, and he has no problem with pda at all.

© kouvrse — do not steal, copy, and reupload my works in any platform.

[miya-rin]

atsumu finds it so funny to piss you off, something about pushing your buttons just evokes this sense of pure joy and excitement inside of him.

this little game of his continued for months after you two coupled up, but he finally stopped when he realised when he was crossing the line

he had been trying to annoy you all day like normal, poking your side while youre trying to work, placing the stuff you need on a high up shelf, ignoring your calls when you both know he can hear you just fine. all of this was part of his mastermind plan to see you get red in the face. although it all came crumbling down after he let out a little “youre cute when youre mad” thinking you would find it funny

you didnt.

you followed up his statement with “then im about to get real fucking gorgeous” and grabbed the closest thing to you

atsumu has never ran faster in his life

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Making up after an argument

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Atsumu X Fem!reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff

Format: One Shot

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.9K

A/n: This was actually written months ago, but I totally forgot about it—

He doesn't understand this. He doesn't know why youre being so dramatic about something so silly. Its not like he did it intentionally, it was just an accident! He didn't put all the white clothes and other colored ones in the washing machine at the same time on purpose, he just wasn't paying attention to it!

And that was exactly what you were upset about.

He never payed attention to things he wasn't interested in. If the topic was not about volleyball, food or things like that, you would lose him the minute you start talking, and its annoying. Yes! You do understand that some things might not be attractive/interesting to him but still! He was your boyfriend! Couldn't he at least pretend that he was paying attention to you? Its not like you actually give a damn about his stupid volleyball career either! And that's exactly what you told him when you lost your temper and then realized you went too far,but he was gone before you could even apologize.

"Ya know what? Fuck ya and yer stupid clothes, y/n! "

He immediately left the apartment and didn't give you a chance to argue back, let alone say sorry; and that's why you ended up waiting for him being worried sick until 3AM, and then went to bed all alone, wondering if he has a place to crash at.

In the morning, you sigh in relief when you see him curled up on the couch. Sure, you would prefer to wake up next to him on the bed when his breathings gives you goosebumps, but at least he was home. You slowly walk toward him and gently shake him, until he opens his eyes, realizing its you, and goes back to sleep again, not even bothering to say anything.

"Babe" You say, while gently moving your fingers in his hair "Go sleep on the bed, you're gonna catch a cold"

"Leave me alone" He says, putting a small pout on his lips and then turns his back to you which makes you sigh, but for a different purpose this time.

You get that hes upset, but you weren't happy either. You had every right to be mad at him, but you were also aware of the fact that you pushed the wrong button, by calling his dream of being the best setter ever "stupid". Volleyball meant the world to your boyfriend and you're not clueless about it, and that is why youre going to let him get away with it.

Just this time.

Without a warning, you move him back to the position he used to be in and let your head rest on his arm while placing his hands around you. His pout becomes even wider, and starts sending daggers at your direction, which makes you chuckle a bit. "Ok, but giving me the same look you give your brother when he eats your share of food is not gonna work" "Whatever. Ain't talkin to ya anymore" He says and then looks away from you, which leads to his eyes landing on your picture on the wall, that was taken in Paris, after they won a match. You looked happy, cheering for him while he scored four points with the help of his incredible serves. Where you just pretending? Or... Are you just not into him anymore?

"Baby! Stop thinking and just talk to me!" You whine, giving him a slight peck on the lips. When you see him remaining silent for a few seconds, you decide to be the first one to talk. "Look, honey. I'm truly sorry... Its just that I've been under a lot of pressure and I need you to be around... But you're always ditching me, saying you have to practice or hang out with your friends and I've been feeling...left out" You pause, watching as his expression becomes softer and a slight bit of guilt appears in the way he looks at you. "I... Do understand that volleyball means a lot to you, and I shouldn't have said something like that. I'm really sorry and I hope you forgive me..."

Great. Now he's feeling guilty about it.

He gets it. He knows that hes been spending more time on volleyball than with you, and he knows that it's annoying. He didn't do it on purpose, but that doesn't make it less annoying. Maybe he had gone to far too, by leaving you on read when you message him during his practices, or by getting home really late, and finding you on the couch, waiting for him.

"It's fine doll... I guess that was my bad too..." He says, before leaning toward you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You smile at his reaction, knowing that he has forgiven you already and you don't have to cry for his attention anymore. One of the things you loved about him was that he never kept you around, waiting.

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