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boyfriend texts ! atsumu miya 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ in which! random bf texts with atsumu

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ warnings! the teeniest tiniest bit of angst at the end but there is comfort idk if that even counts as a warning?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ a/n! was sitting in my drafts for a while hehe enjoy

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atsumu opens the door to his house and is greeted by silence and a dark first floor. it’s to be expected; it’s nearly midnight, and he got stuck in traffic on the way back home from practice.

toeing off his shoes by the door, he leaves the keys to his car on the console table and uses the flashlight on his phone to help him navigate in the darkness. he climbs up the stars and hears muffled voices. it sounds like a movie.

the upstairs hallway is fairly lit, so he uses the sound to guide him to his child’s door. gently, he turns on the knob and pokes his head in. there’s a laptop playing a children’s movie on the desk, a flurry of toys on the floor, and a mother and child snuggled on the bed.

“hey, sweetheart,” he greets softly, grinning when he catches his daughter’s attention and she perks up.

“mommy,” she says, tiny hands tapping her dozing mother’s cheek. “mommy, daddy’s here.”

—

“mommy,” your daughter calls again, and your eyes blearily blink open. “mommy, it’s daddy!”

you twist your head and smile sleepily when your gaze lands on your husband. “hi, tsum.”

“hi, baby,” he greets, slipping inside and dropping his gym bag by the door. he moves to sit but his daughter stops him.

“no, daddy,” she whines. “you can’t go on my bed. you’re dirty!”

you snort while he blinks, and you push yourself up to sit.

it takes him a while to process what she just said. “i’m not dirty!” atsumu protests, placing his hands on his hips. “i’m clean! i changed clothes before i left the gym—”

“no,” she says, wrinkling her nose and pointing to his bag by the door. “you have to shower.”

“these clothes are clean—”

“nooooo,” she whines, slapping the cushion in frustration. “shower!”

“but mommy’s on the bed and i wanna be on the bed, too—”

“but mommy’s clean!” she whines again. “shower, daddy!” she extends the r of the word shower, baring her teeth in a scowl.

his jaw drops, then he turns to gape at you. “you’re not gonna say anything?”

you tamp down your smile and shrug. “it’s easier if you just do as she says. i had to shower before i even entered her room.”

“where did you learn this?” he asks, turning back to his daughter with disbelief. “i bet it was from your grandma, ‘cause your mom ain’t as much of a neat fre—”

“okay!” you interrupt him, climbing off the bed before your daughter could expand her vocabulary. “i’ll make sure your dad bathes, sweetheart.” you lean down to kiss your daughter’s forehead.

“thank you, mommy,” she says sweetly, kissing your cheek.

“what about my kiss?” atsumu asks, shouldering his bag and frowning.

“shower first,” his daughter says resolutely.

“jesus,” atsumu mumbles under his breath, low enough that his daughter can’t make it out, and you herd him to step outside the door.

you laugh when it clicks shut behind you. “it’s your bag, you know,” you mention, walking alongside him. “whenever she sees it, that’s when she thinks you’re dirty.”

“why? i spray this thing all the time with the little—” he makes a spritzing-like motion with his fingers. “what’s it called? the thing you gave me.”

“deodorizer?”

“yeah!”

“smelling deodorized and smelling clean are different,” you point out, then point to your bedroom. “go. shower.”

he sighs in dismay, but true to himself, he's not down for long. he wiggles his eyebrows in your direction. “care to join me?”

you roll your eyes. “nice try. i’m gonna put your gross clothes in the laundry room.”

he brightens. “i can do that! after we shower together, that is.”

you sour. “and let the stink simmer? no way.” you reach out your hand. “give it to me; i’ll do it.”

he pouts a little. “but it’ll be more fun if we shower together!”

“no.”

“come on! for me?”

it's almost emasculating, seeing him beg like this, but your gaze is stone cold serious. “no.”

he grumbles in defeat and hands his bag over. “fine. but just so you know, i’m not a happy husband right now and you’ll need to make up for the lack of love and commitment at some point.”

“i give you plenty,” you say with finality before turning on your heel and heading down the stairs.

“you promised for better or for worse and i am going to collect!” he calls after you.

"shower first, then we'll discuss my marital commitments."

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it's 9 o'clock in the evening when atsumu barges into your bathroom while you're taking off your makeup

“hey, babe, yer phone’s charged, right?”

his voice breaks through the quiet hum of your evening, pulling your attention away from the bottle of moisturiser you'd been trying to open for the past 5 minutes. you glance up to find him leaning in the doorway. his black dress pants and light blue button-up are long gone, now replaced with a large white t-shirt and his obnoxious 'world's best setter' boxers that he must've left in the dresser you bought for him when he started staying over more often.

“yeah, why?” you ask, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

he holds up his phone with an exaggerated sigh, the screen dark. “mine’s dead." he sighs and you look at him confused.

"i was gonna call ‘samu—messaged me somethin’ about the shop. think he forgot to order noodles or… or whatever. can i borrow yours for a sec?”

you furrow your eyebrows, skepticism creeping in. atsumu wasn’t exactly known for prioritizing osamu’s last-minute “emergencies” unless they directly concerned him. “can’t you just use the landline?”

“the landline?” he places a hand on his chest in mock offense.

“what am i, a fossil?" you turn your gaze back to the mirror with a roll of your eyes.

"c’mon, babe, it’ll only take a minute. please?”

you stare at him and he stares back, the two of you locking eyes in a silent standoff. atsumu, for all his dramatics, was never great at hiding when he was up to something.

alas, as much as you wanted to pry, you also didn’t have the energy to argue over something so trivial when it was so late into the day.

“okay,” you breathe out, followed by a long sigh as you hand your phone over.

“just don’t mess with anything.” your eyes narrow threateningly.

“mess with things? me?” he shakes his head around, feigning shock. “never. yer phone’s in the safest hands imaginable.”

that already should’ve been your second red flag—though before you can even question him, he's got his back turned halfway out the door yelling “thanks, babe! yer the best!” over his shoulder.

a brief fifteen minutes have passed, which you only vaguely realise in the haze of beginning your book. you're comfortably tucked into the corner of the couch when he strolls into the living room. plopping your phone onto the cushions beside you and pressing a quick, warm kiss to the top of your head—he pokes your cheek.

“yer a lifesaver,” he says with a grin, flopping down beside you. “what would i do without ya?”

you offer him a glance, “what did osamu need?”

“huh?” you notice his grin falter. it's a split millisecond, but he's quick to cover it with a casual wave of his hand. “oh, somethin’ about… rice.”

you squint at him, trying to read his face. “i thought you said noodles earlier?”

“rice, noodles—same difference,” he says, getting up and walking over to the fridge to pull it open. “food stuff... y’know how he is.”

you let out a hum, satisfied with his answer. and just like that, the moment passes. your attention is drawn back to your book while atsumu rifles through leftovers.

it isn't until later that night when you're climbing into bed and reaching for your phone to set your alarm that you notice. the screen lights up, and instead of your usual photo of cherry blossoms, you're greeted by him—a photo of atsumu.

and it's not just any photo of atsumu, though. this one was pure chaos.

his entire face filled the frame, nose slightly scrunched, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, and his golden-brown eyes wide with faux innocence. his lips were puckered in an over-the-top kissy face. across the bottom of the image in bright, white text were the words: “miss me yet, babe? ;)”

your jaw drops.

“what the—?” you're immediately sitting up and unlocking your phone, going straight into your photo gallery. what you find only makes your disbelief grow, (and maybe your heart too, out of fondness).

the first photo was relatively tame: a selfie of atsumu sprawled out on the couch with his head sitting in his hand with a cheeky and flirty smile. of course, you think.

the second was him in the doorway of the living room with his finger pressed to his lips in a "shh" gesture while you sat on the couch, engrossed in your book.

and then things get progressively more ridiculous, (assuming that's even possible).

there's a close-up of atsumu holding up your favorite snack with an inflated, brash grin, almost as if he was offering it to you. the caption reads: “this one's for you, babe."

another captured him perched on your desk chair, holding your pencil like it was a quill. his nose is scrunched again, an attempt to portray his concentration as he pretends to scribble something brilliant.

it's the final photo that stops you in your tracks.

it's atsumu stood on the balcony, wrapped in your favorite blanket like a superhero while his arm stretched dramatically toward the sky. the caption read: “protector of this household and defender of snacks ;)”

you stare at the screen in silence, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. quite frankly, you couldn't tell whether you wanted to laugh or cry.

atsumu was many things: he was ridiculous, he was almost always over the top, and he was also occasionally the most infuriating person you’d ever met. but, there was one thing for certain—he was undeniably, wholeheartedly yours.

many people don't understand him the way you do. atsumu hadn’t just messed with your phone for the sake of it—he’d left you a trail of love notes that were neatly tucked behind each photo’s absurdity. it was his way of saying "i’m here, even when i’m not," without actually saying the words verbally.

and it worked.

you didn’t text him right away. instead, you curled under the blankets, scrolling through the photos again and again. your heart swelled with every outlandish caption, every childish expression, every trace of him.

eventually, you couldn’t help yourself.

you: you’re a menace.

his reply was almost instant: atsumu: a menace with a pretty face, though. miss ya, babe x

you beamed, your thumb hovering over the lock screen settings, conflicted between whether or not you should switch back the photo. though how could you? not when you already knew tomorrow would bring another excuse for him to check your phone again, just to see if you’d kept it.

so you decide to leave it—his face on your lock screen as a proud display of the world’s most unconventional love letter.

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atsumu who still uses his iphone xr despite the brand released the 16 recently.

atsumu who said that he didnt need to upgrade it yet, even though the phone is probably gonna explode soon with how easy it overheats. heck, even osamu uses the 15 pro max, so it makes you question why a professional athlete like him—who probably has their pocket bagged as hell refused to put that 5 years old phone to rest.

however, atsumu thinks the xr has a lot of sentimental values. he remembers the time he first bought the phone, and you both were unboxing it together. you'd always ask to use his phone's camera to take photos all the time when you're on dates. the times where you both would snuggle up against each other watching tiktoks on his phone at night. and the amount of calls you both had made. the phone has always been there throughout your relationship over the years. he thinks its too precious.

but it didnt help the fact that his battery died that night, and the phone never switches on again. so the next day he came home, white bag with the famous bitten apple logo while you just laugh recalling how devastated he was last night.

rinny's note: sorry for the inactivity. i ended my first semester and finally got the time to write again.

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hello atlas i am anonymous anon because anon is shofrt for anonymous and anymous means unknown did you knowi ghat

i am in love with arsumu miya but hea in lvow wirh this giel bamed lyn van you wrie their wedding thank you

CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF OF YOU !!

wedding day with atsumu miya

wc: 517, fluff, fem reader (can be gn but reader has a dress), post-ts, wedding, lovesick atsumu agenda, not proof read

atsumu thinks he’s the luckiest man alive.

he’s aware that almost every man thinks that during his wedding, i mean, who wouldn’t ? to be bounded together by a pretty diamond ring that you’re soon going to show off to all your friends and co-workers, it’s a great ego boost. the greatest, he thinks.

currently, the two of you are standing next to each other, talking to a few group of friends with the champagne that you like, with the jazz playlist the two of you made, and osamus kitchen skills that continues to spread around the large party room.

there’s a soft smile on the blondes face as his loose fingers drum around your waist, taking sneaky glances at you and your pretty white dress whenever he can. he's only barely hearing the conversation you and your friends are having, eyes glazing around the party room and mouthing out words to his twin whenever they make eye contact.

but atsumu is caught a little off guard when you throw your head back and burst out laughing with your maids of honor, the champagne glass in your hands swishing around in the oval glass. your laughter is terribly infectious to him and the blonde feels his smile grow wider, slyly taking the glass from your hands and holding it for you, taking a sip or two himself to conceal his smirk.

from the corner of atsumus eyes, he can see osamu set up the large, towering wedding cake. from the help of aran, suna, kira, a few other guys, the cake is displayed in the middle of the room and as people get a glance at it, the exclamation of awe starting to echo in the room.

he’s been keeping you distracted enough, the blonde thinks. he poked at your side, making you twitch at the ticklish feeling and just before you scold him, he points his head to the cake, basking in your surprises squeal and laughter.

“how the hell did you get this ?” you beam out, rushed steps walking over to the cake with atsumu following behind you.

“he got on his knees ‘n started ta beg for me to make the cake.” osamu comments, putting his sleek dark blue suit back on, dusting off his hands as he nods at you.

“wha ?! hey ! you weren’t ’posed to say anythin’ !!” the blonde bickers back, the cake knife in his hands pointing at his twin. you laugh again, shaking your head and atsumu swears this marked the hundredth time you’ve laughed tonight.

he waits for your smaller hands to hold onto the knife with him and he adjusts the positioning of his hands, placing yours under his warm ones, allowing you to have a firm grip on the knife.

atsumus chest is pressed against your back, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek as you laugh and slice through the wedding cake with him. the matching wedding rings clack against one another ever so quietly, reminding you two of your now shared last name— a testament of your love for one another.

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OMG OMG OMG Imagine a world where you are an olympic champion figure skater and your boyfriend is miya freaking atsumu 🤧🤧

YES YES YES !! tsumu has grown the habit of either skipping or missing half of practice just to go visit you and see your practices. he’ll miss practice to watch your competitions and be the loudest cheerleader ever (and get a good smack on the head by coach the next day for missing out).

he’s the type to carry everything for you. your skates, your bag, anything. he’d always always give you his jacket after your practice, claiming that he’s been keeping it warm for you before placing kisses on your frozen knuckles. i feel like tsumu likes to call you a ‘pretty fairy on ice’ with the way you glide and twirl around. omg and this guy’s done for when he sees you in your uniform all dazzled up and pretty🙂‍↕️

good luck kisses are always always exchanged during warm-ups and before games/competitions— you guys don’t know what you’d do without them ! you’d give him a good kiss before he’s on the court and tsumu would give you one before your skates touch the ice, sneaking past your coach just to do so.

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not a request, just a little treat in the parenting genre

Atsumu got this in the bag. Getting his two perfect children ready for the first day of school after summer? No problem at all.

“Whoa, what?!” Atsumu was preparing lunches in the kitchen when one of the twins ran in with the other in tow. The girl was chasing the boy, who happily ran away in a pink dress.

“I’m wearing that today!” the girl screamed, no sense of indoor voice to be seen. Or heard. The boy laughed.

“Too bad it looks better on me!” To be fair, his son did slay in dresses. But Atsumu knows his daughter really loves that particular one. As in, it brings luck on first days.

“Get that dress off right now, mister!” Now they were all yelling. “You know yer sister wanted to wear that dress today, give it back.”

“Nu-uh!”

Atsumu does not have this in the bag. Getting his two perfect children ready for the first day of school after summer? Big problem.

By the time he caught up to his kids – at the same time his age caught up to him based on how his spine complained up the stairs – they were pulling each other’s hair on the floor of their parents' bedroom. Atsumu took a deep breath in before putting on his serious dad-voice.

“Both of you. Settle down. NOW.”

The kids barely even noticed he was there.

He will be apologising to his mother again next time he sees her. Twins are a nightmare.

"I'll tell your mom!" Atsumu stomped his foot childishly when they looked up at him with wide eyes. "Why did that work?!"

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Just imagining being in a small stadium full of other parents and classmates and families to watch your son’s first inter-high volleyball match. And you keep grinning seeing your boy down there doing practice serves in the center court, a bold white 7 on the back of his black Inarizaki Jersey.

He keeps looking up in the stands at you, chewing on his lower lip as he eyes the empty space next to you in the stand. You give him a reassuring look as you mouth “He’ll be here!” To him.

Your little boy - 15 years old but always your little boy - comes up to serve at the same time as your husband nearly eats shit coming from a flat run to an abrupt halt next to you. He’s inhaling gulps of air as he lays a hand on your shoulder.

“Did I miss it??? Did they start???”

You laugh and brush his wind-mussed blonde hair away from his forehead. “No, he’s up to practice serve now.” He didn’t even change out of his MSBY uniform, he must have left straight from his own game in Osaka to be here.

Atsumu looks down at his son, who looks damn near like a ghost of him at 15 in this same court, and gives a wide grin before cupping his hands around his mouth and calling.

“OI MIYA!!!”

Your son’s dark head snaps over from where he was taking his position, he sees his dad next to you. The one he was so worried wouldn’t make it to see his first competition, and gives a matching grin before throwing a peace sign up at him.

You think you’ll remember Atsumu’s chuckle and proud look for the rest of your life.

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g'morning, my pretty wife

hope you had a nice dream. you probably did, since you wouldn't wake up this morning even with the bunch of kisses I left on your face. you deserve the rest babe, especially with how quick weekends seems to pass now.

I headed out early to jog with bokuto and samu before practice, but I promise I won't miss our lunch later. you said you wanted to show me that thai place you found last week, right? can't wait to meet you there, sweetheart.

no skipping breakfast again, alright? if you're late, just call me and I'll order you some uber or something to get you to work. I know you get worried, but you need to eat at least something before leaving. don't want my princess feeling unwell later, got it? you know that I worry for you, and I'm sure you don't want me to freak out like last time.

love you with all my heart, baby. have a good day today.

with love,

your husband atsumu.

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omg hi eumy could u do rating the pet names u call him with atsumu pls pls pls ily 🤍🤍

MIYA ATSUMU ✰ RATING THE PET NAMES YOU CALL HIM: A THREAD

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After coming home too late for dinner one evening, Atsumu agreed to let you do his makeup in return. It was the one couple’s activity he always managed to avoid, but he knew it would get him back in your graces, so he finally agreed.

You switched between sitting in front of him and practically sitting in his lap whenever he whined about wanting his hands on you, and overall, it was an enjoyable activity. You both giggled while you showed him the different eyeshadow colours, drawing little hearts on his cheeks and topping them with light kisses, and so on. 

Atsumu didn’t understand why he didn’t let you shower him with attention like this earlier.

“This is setting spray,” you told him, already holding the bottle up.

“Setter spray?” he asked excitedly, and you sighed and moved the bottle away again when he smirked. “That’s perfect for me, you know, since I’m a setter.”

“Yes, I know my own husband’s occupation. And it’s setting spray,” you corrected him, emphasis on setting. “As in settle down, please.”

He happily leaned forward and closed his eyes. “Lay it on me, baby.”

You chuckled under your breath, and the airy sound warmed Atsumu’s heart. Nothing could make him happier than being the reason you smile.

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[msby-manager]

hello atlas i am anonymous anon because anon is shofrt for anonymous and anymous means unknown did you knowi ghat

i am in love with arsumu miya but hea in lvow wirh this giel bamed lyn van you wrie their wedding thank you

CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF OF YOU !!

wedding day with atsumu miya

wc: 517, fluff, fem reader (can be gn but reader has a dress), post-ts, wedding, lovesick atsumu agenda, not proof read

atsumu thinks he’s the luckiest man alive.

he’s aware that almost every man thinks that during his wedding, i mean, who wouldn’t ? to be bounded together by a pretty diamond ring that you’re soon going to show off to all your friends and co-workers, it’s a great ego boost. the greatest, he thinks.

currently, the two of you are standing next to each other, talking to a few group of friends with the champagne that you like, with the jazz playlist the two of you made, and osamus kitchen skills that continues to spread around the large party room.

there’s a soft smile on the blondes face as his loose fingers drum around your waist, taking sneaky glances at you and your pretty white dress whenever he can. he's only barely hearing the conversation you and your friends are having, eyes glazing around the party room and mouthing out words to his twin whenever they make eye contact.

but atsumu is caught a little off guard when you throw your head back and burst out laughing with your maids of honor, the champagne glass in your hands swishing around in the oval glass. your laughter is terribly infectious to him and the blonde feels his smile grow wider, slyly taking the glass from your hands and holding it for you, taking a sip or two himself to conceal his smirk.

from the corner of atsumus eyes, he can see osamu set up the large, towering wedding cake. from the help of aran, suna, kira, a few other guys, the cake is displayed in the middle of the room and as people get a glance at it, the exclamation of awe starting to echo in the room.

he’s been keeping you distracted enough, the blonde thinks. he poked at your side, making you twitch at the ticklish feeling and just before you scold him, he points his head to the cake, basking in your surprises squeal and laughter.

“how the hell did you get this ?” you beam out, rushed steps walking over to the cake with atsumu following behind you.

“he got on his knees ‘n started ta beg for me to make the cake.” osamu comments, putting his sleek dark blue suit back on, dusting off his hands as he nods at you.

“wha ?! hey ! you weren’t ’posed to say anythin’ !!” the blonde bickers back, the cake knife in his hands pointing at his twin. you laugh again, shaking your head and atsumu swears this marked the hundredth time you’ve laughed tonight.

he waits for your smaller hands to hold onto the knife with him and he adjusts the positioning of his hands, placing yours under his warm ones, allowing you to have a firm grip on the knife.

atsumus chest is pressed against your back, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek as you laugh and slice through the wedding cake with him. the matching wedding rings clack against one another ever so quietly, reminding you two of your now shared last name— a testament of your love for one another.

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"you shouldnt wear that,"

you were taken aback by the unexpected comment from the man you hardly knew, your mouth agape as words failed to come forth. "i-im sorry..?" you asked, your voice tinged with hesitation and confusion. the man has a bored look on his face, but his words is totally striking your pride. "you're miya's girlfriend arent you? but people cant seem to differentiate between you and a slut because of that dress you're wearing," you were really surprised by his rudeness, and the word 'slut' hurts you like shit. no one has ever called you that, and why is this random stranger degrading you like you're some low women?

"what the hell did you just say to my girl?" atsumu's voice was cold and harsh, his angry tone evident. "who the fuck are you to tell my girl what to wear?" he asked, his fists clenched and jaw tightening. before you could speak, atsumu punched the guy. a commotion ensued, and you both left the party as the situation worsened. its safe to say atsumu made some new enemies that night, and now he's enduring a lecture from you while you apply ice to his bruised jaw.

you know atsumu is not a weak man; he will throw punches if needed for you. he doesn't mind being your knight in shining armor, because it's you.

"dont mind his words, you can wear whatever the fuck you want because i can and will fight if anyone opposes," a smile formed on your lips as you heard atsumu's words.

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You're staring at the engagement ring on your finger, still trying to wrap your head around how quickly everything has changed. It sparkles in the light, catching your eye every time you move your hand. You can't help but smile, remembering how Atsumu had fumbled with the ring box, nerves getting the best of him for once.

The memory of his grin, wide and unguarded, when you said yes is something you'll treasure forever. His excitement had been contagious, and soon you were both laughing, the weight of the moment sinking in. Now, as you sit together on the couch, his arm slung casually over your shoulders, it feels surreal.

"Ya know," he says, breaking the comfortable silence, "I still can't believe ya agreed to marry me."

You roll your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. "As if I could say no to you."

He laughs, a sound that warms you from the inside out. "Yer stuck with me now."

"And you're stuck with me," you tease, turning to look at him. His eyes soften as he gazes at you, and for a moment, the world fades away. It's just the two of you, lost in a shared dream.

"Couldn't be happier," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. It's gentle, a promise of everything to come.

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