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“are ya sure yer not dating (y/n)?” osamu suddenly asks his brother during a quiet lunch between the two of them.

atsumu chokes on the grains of rice in his mouth, coughing violently and punching his chest. when he finally settles down, he throws a glare at his brother. “what the hell, ‘samu?”

“that’s not an answer.” osamu continues to press.

“we’re not!” atsumu answers, picking up a piece of chicken katsu with his chopsticks. “i don’t like them like that. they don’t like me like that. we’re just friends.”

the bright red-pink of his ears speak otherwise. you see, osamu knows his twin better than he knows himself. he knows that whatever comes out of atsumu’s mouth is a load of crap. just friends? yeah fucking right.

osamu has never seen his brother look at anyone the way he looks at you, starlight and pure adoration swirling in his irises. he acts as if your every word were an earth-shaking prophecy sent by the heavens. his honey brown eyes stare, and he smiles so gently that it makes him sick.

friends aren’t touchy in the way you guys are. you hold each other’s hand like it’s nothing. with interlocked fingers, atsumu will trace his thumb down the back of your hand for no apparent reason. when you’re bored, you’ll take atsumu’s hand into your lap and play with it, bending his fingers, comparing hand sizes, and running a featherlight touch across the expanse of his palm to see if he’ll react.

osamu notices how you never miss the opportunity to find a seat on his brother’s lap. whether there are no seats of available or ten open ones, you will always choose atsumu. and it’s not like he’s complaining about it. in fact, osamu thinks that he waits for it because atsumu would never want to miss the chance to secure his arms around your waist and whisper into your ear amidst a loud conversation.

and you can’t forget the cuddles, and the hugs that linger longer than they should, and the way you’ll cup atsumu’s face, and the way you play with his piss blond hair.

you’re the one person atsumu lets wear his jersey to his game. he ensures you get the best seat to watch him play. osamu doesn’t miss the way his twin looks at you before every serve or the way you cheer the loudest when he scores an ace.

osamu doesn’t think that someone who “doesn’t like you” would be thinking about you every time they shop. “(y/n) likes this snack”. “(y/n) would love this shirt”. “oh hey, (y/n) showed me this”. “‘samu, should i buy this for (y/n)?”.

osamu has never seen two people so madly in love before. he doesn’t know how you guys haven’t realized it yet. and he can’t keep playing along because atsumu’s katsu looks really good right now.

“right…” osamu chooses to answer, dipping his chicken into the tonkatsu sauce. “i sure hope they’re gonna have fun on that date they have today.”

his brother’s chopsticks clatter onto the table before rolling onto the floor. the sight of atsumu’s open mouth filled with rice is unsightly, and osamu has to suppress his laugh.

“they didn’t tell you?” osamu raises an eyebrow.

“no?!” atsumu suddenly stands, slamming his palms into the table.

“yeah, i think they’re gonna leave soon.” osamu lies easily. there is no date. but of course, does ‘tsumu really need to know that?

the blond twin practically bolts away from the dining table and out of the house. when the door slams shut, osamu grins to himself, reaching for the unfinished plate in front of him.

“he can thank me later.”

atsumu brainrot never ends. something short and sweet bc school is kicking my ass.

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Hi everyone! I know i’ve been gone for such a long time and a lot has happened.

I just want to preface by saying that I come and go on this account and i’m going to stay on hiatus for awhile. my life has been moving so quick and i made this account and started actively posting when I was only 15-16 and im 19 now so my mindset has not only changed but also the way i write (i went into uni for journalism so something came out of me being a writer) and i don’t watch as much of anime anymore so whenever i do get back into it, ill try my best to adapt it into my writing.

honeslty this platform has given me so much and the more i think about it, i just have fond memories and felt i could’ve really worked up if i kept actively posting but my last year of hs was exhausting and now im a sophomore in uni so now im juggling adult life- which is intense.

idk i guess im just here ranting bc no one acc knows who i am here, just a girl who enjoys writing and wants to update the unknown on my life.

my main inspiration for my writing and whom i based all of my works on, broke up with me. acc cheated on me a year ago which was weird to imagine but a year later i found love again and have some other inspo. i didn’t forget you guys, never could. i have some drafts of my own writing based of him in my laptop and i might just change the names and add some more details and post.

but yeah…life is a crazy journey and i’m formed into this woman who I didn’t expect to be 4 years ago but i’ll be back eventually and when i do, i’ll be better than before.

all love guys ❤️

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hellooo everyone!! im so sorry for not being active at all as of late. I know i said semi hiatus but i lied 😭

i recently entered a rlly important year for me and im struggling to make due with what i have, also family and a bunch of other stuff keeps coming up but it’s fine, im managing

i rlly want to write again, and i’ve improved quite a lot however finding the time is rlly hard, especially with the work load from school and everything

i just wanted you guys to know im still here and available and hopefully i’ll be back as soon as i can !!

i love you all <3

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— The plaster against the ceiling is uneven.

Atsumu knows this because he's been splayed out against the shiny gym room floor for the better part of an hour now, sweat trickling down the panting skin of his neck as he focuses his eyes on the roof above him. Mapping out its details, its different textures, committing them all to useless memory.

He wonders if you do the same. If you have to drag your feet up the stairs to get to the front door, like he does. If you can't bare to sit in the light for too long, like he does. If you spend hours upon hours just trying to figure out if you're still alive, laid out against the throw blanket of your mattress, like he does. If you've already thrown out all his gifts, notes, stretched-out t-shirts — he hasn't.

"You okay?" Hinata chirps, bright orange hair popping into the setter's field of vision.

"Huh?" He raises a thick brow, running a rough hand through the sweat-soaked bangs that stick to his forehead. "Ya say somethin'?"

"Um...yeah, I..." Hinata rubs the back of his neck, confusion evident on his face. "I asked if you were okay because you've been laying here for like...ever. Everyone’s prepping for the tournament and you’re...not. It's a little...it's weird, dude."

Atsumu chuckles joylessly, shifting his spine against the PVC. If he's being honest with himself, which he seldom is nowadays, he'd agree that this is weird.

He'd been hurt before. Taken his fair share of sharp dives for a ball, scraping the skin of his elbows, beaten and battered his wrists and shins to hell, sprained a finger or two during relentless set practices.

But this? This was a deeper kind of hurt. A cut that just wouldn't stop bleeding, wouldn't scab over no matter how much he packed it down. It aches like a bruise, but lingers in his flesh like a cancer. It fatigues him, demands all his time, focus, energy, until it's a miracle he can get through a day without feeling like a wad of wet paper. He's thrown up twice today, already. You take up too much space in his chest to fit much of anything else.

You —

You were killing him.

" — later today?"

"Hm?"

"I-I said, do you wanna get some onigiri with the team later today? Like after practice?" Hinata peers down at him, a hopeful glow in his eyes.

He gives it a moment of thought, but no matter which way he flips it about in his mind, it never gets more appealing.

"Nah, I'm...all good. I've, uh...got food at home."

He doesn't.

"Oh! Okay, that's good. Cooking again?" The ginger chirps.

"Yup, yeah...I am."

He isn't. In fact, he’s been ordering takeout from down the street for the past two weeks. The apartment reeks of kung pao chicken.

“You’re...you’re lying to me, aren’t you, Atsumu?”

The blonde sighs, deep and low, dragging a palm down his face, pulling the sleep-deprived features of his face into a droop.

Hinata frowns, more so in sympathy rather than offense, and he hopes the setter reads it so.

“Yeah. I am, I’m...I don’t know why I am, I just can’t stop...fuckin’ thinking about — “

“You love her.”

Atsumu stills, time freezing around him like a stalled record. It’s an odd feeling, hearing those words out loud instead of swirling around in his own head. From Hinata, of all people.

And it’s true. He loves you. Present tense.

It was a stupid argument. Even now, he struggles to remember the root cause of it. But the intensity of it grew hot, spread like wildfire until the entirety of your relationship was picked apart to the bone.

You tell him he spends an insane amount of time at practice. He tells you that he has to if he wants to get better. You tell him he needs to find balance between life and work. He tells you that you knew what you were getting into, and it’s unfair of you to have an issue with it now. You tell him he’s being an asshole. He tells you you’re being crazy. You tell him that if he thinks you’re crazy, that maybe you should just leave and take your ‘crazy’ with you. He tells you to do whatever you want.

He stumbles through the door of the apartment, shaking off the remnants of rain from his jacket as he tries his best not to slip in his shoes, holding up the bouquet of flowers in his hand as he tosses his sports bag onto the couch.

He calls your name once, twice. No response. And it’s only when he wipes the droplets from his lashes that he gets a clear look of the inside.

It’s clean. Too clean. Your shoes aren’t on the rack, your special sushi knives are missing from the counter. Your favorite cardigan isn’t hung in it’s usual place across the dining chair back. Even the air is different, void of your warm scent and replaced by something surgical, sterile.

It doesn’t take him long to figure out you’ve left. Put together a luggage of necessities while he was away, made your arrangements, scrubbed away any and every trace of yourself from his life.

None of his calls go through, and his texts never send. He checks every hotel within a 30 mile radius, pleads with your friends to give him some assurance of where you or and how you’re doing, to no avail.

It’s only when he convinces Sakusa to check up on your social media does he find out where you’ve gone off to.

Your last post was two days ago, 6:52 AM.

A picture of you in a pair of fraying overalls, slightly too big and terribly worn. You’re stood beside your father, who’s adorning the same uniform, giving the camera a soft smile as you stand knee-deep in the water of the rice patties, the pinkish flow of the rising sun illuminating the fields from behind.

You’ve got your childhood dog in your arms, cradling him like a newborn even though the furs on his face have gone scruffy and gray.

You’ve gone back home. To heal, he assumes. And the fact that he’d put you through something you needed to heal and escape from makes him want to put a hole through the wall.

He was going to apologize. Tell you that the coach had approved his request for a week off. Take you to that new restaurant you’ve been gushing about because of their indoor cherry blossom tree. Walk with you beside the river as you lick at a cone of ice cream and tell him that the flowers he’d gotten were a little overkill.

He was going to. But now, it’s too —

“It’s not too late, you know.”

Atsumu startles, weary eyes flickering to Hinata, an easy smile on his face.

“What?”

“It’s not too late. If you want her, and you love her, then you gotta go make it right.”

He sighs, mildly impressed by the young ones surefire optimism. “It’s not that easy, Sho. She hates me.”

“Hates you? Nah. Pissed at you? Definitely.”

“It doesn’t matter, she’s thousands of miles away right now,” he lifts his phone, the date beneath the clock making his head hurt, “and we’ve got a tournament in less than 24 hours, - fuck. I...I — “

“Go.”

“Go where?”

“If you love her, go to her.” Hinata shrugs, like it’s the simplest answer in the world.

Atsumu moves to a sit, legs bent as he breaks down the steps of getting to you as if he hasn’t thought about it a million times over.

“I-I’d have to book a flight right now, the drive to the airport alone would take at least an hour from here, and her parents live nowhere near the city so I’d have to get a ride out, a-and what if she’s not even home when I get there? What if she left and I don’t know? What if she is there and she doesn’t wanna see me? What if her dad punches me in the face? W-What if she got back with that ugly fuckin’ scrub from her high school art club, stupid bastard — “

Hinata pushes his tongue against the lining of his cheek, eyes pondered to the ceiling. He checks his watch, tapping a slender finger against the glass, then looks at Atsumu with glittering eyes.

“You’d have to leave now.”

“Like...right now?”

“Right now,” he smooths, looking over his shoulder as the team drills on. “I’ll cover for you, don’t worry about it.”

“Okay...okay.”

“Atsumu?”

“Y-Yeah, Sho?”

“There’ll always be more tournaments. But...seems to me like she’s a once in a lifetime kinda girl.”

“Damn right.”

Hinata spots Meian slipping into the locker room, towel thrown over his broad shoulders to prep for a shower.

“Cap’s out, you gotta go.” Atsumu gets to his feet, legs stretching out their numbness as the ginger all but pushes him towards the exit doors. “Go, go, go!”

The soles of his rubber sneakers squeak as he bolts for the door, grabbing his phone and his duffel from the bench as he busts through the double doors and books it for his car, nearly tumbling over as he throws himself into the driver seat and scrambles for his keys.

It’s just a chance. That’s all he’s got.

A single shot in the dark.

But if there was one thing Atsumu was good at, it was giving things a good, honest try. And if there was a sliver of a chance you could find it in your heart to forgive him, let him make it up to you, let him show you how much he loves you, let him prove to you that he would never make you feel unwanted ever again.

— It’s a chance he’s willing to take.

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just wanted to pop on here and show you guys the first thing i wrote and posted here was more than a yr ago.

also the guy i wrote this about in back in my life 😄

Driver’s License

Pairing: Kuroo x Reader

Words: 1.1K

Genre: Angst, Fluff if you squint

Warning: Angst, some swearing.

Part 2

Note: This story is based off of Olivia Rodrigo���s song “Drivers License”, which I have on repeat. Also, this is the first time I’ve wrote in awhile, so it may not be that good. If there are any problems, please let me know! 

Keep reading

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“so what’s he like?”

you sigh, one indicating that you are indeed a person in love. Your heart feels so full of life when you’re with him, and there’s nothing else you’d rather feel.

“If I asked him to give me the world- he’d give me the universe in return.”

Miya Atsumu, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Bokuto Koutarou, Hinata Shoyou, Tanaka Ryunosuke, Yamamoto Taketora, Tendou Satori, Semi Eita, Sakusa Kiyoomi

Note: Take this as my sorry for being on hiatus for so long (also its currently 6 am and I haven't slept so this is clearly half-assed and directed at something <3)

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you could do it pro inui sanzu rindou and kazutora seeing your old scars from mutilation feel back to ignore me and don't need if you feel uncomfortable have a good day

Hi there! So sorry it took me so long to reply to this :P

Okay so if I'm being honest, I started writing this (acc I was almost done too) but then I realized Idk enough about this topic to create a solid fic on it. If I did write it, most of it are help from Google and that feels unfair for me and to anyone else that went through it to write this without any real knowledge of it.

I'm really sorry if you have gone through this, and if anything, it just shows how strong you are as a person. My respect for you is out of this world. If you ever need to talk, my messages are always open! <3

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oh my goodness- 495 notes you guys are crazy what 😭😭 thank you sm 🥺❤️ ily all omg thank you

That’s My Face!

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x F!Reader ft. Miya Osamu

Genre: Comedy, Fluff ??

Warnings: Some cursing, mentions of blood and the dentist, and some fighting (it’s the miya brothers what do you expect?)

Note: This is so random but i got the idea off a tiktok i think ??? idk i had this in my drafts for awhile and had to finish it and forgot BUT this is different from literally every single one of my writings. enjoy this while i go through my matchups and requests <3

“Oh ma Goth- Ya hathe ma futhin fathe!”

“Thut up ya thcrub…”

You sat in the chair beside your boyfriend, laughing unbelievably hard at the conversation you’re witnessing between his counterpart.

“I wanth ma girlfren…” Atsumu says, deliriously looking around for said person, only for them to be recording the scene before them.

You see, Atsumu and Osamu at their delightful age of 20 decided to get their wisdom teeth out and their mother (who still books their appointments from time to time) booked these two together.

Now the best part of this time was that their mother couldn’t pick them up since she got busy and the twins clearly can’t drive so who better to do it then the loving, and basically family at this point, girlfriend?

So here you are, watching your boyfriend and his brother so high on anesthesia that they can’t even recognize each other. Meaning; they forgot they’re a twin.

“Thake tha fathe oth ya fathe. Ith mine.” Atsumu says, pointing at what he believes to be fake Astsumu.

“You thake tha hair oth ya heath. Ith lookths like pith.” Osamu retorts back, his gauze falling out his mouth and the nurse coming to put it back in.

After awhile of them arguing, you finally got them to head into the car. But that was a mission on it’s own.

“DON’TH THAKE MA AWAY. I HAVE A GIRLFREN!” Atsumu yells while being dragged by you in the parking lot.

“I HAVE NO GIRLFREN BUT DON’TH THAKE MA EITHER!” Osamu yells along with his brother.

I should just leave them here…it’s not like I understand half of what they’re saying anyways.

“Atsumu, I’m literally your girlfriend.” You tell him

“No ya noth, ma girlfrenths at work.”

“I left work to pick you up.”

“Yer noth ma girlfren.”

“Oh my goddd- just get in the car!” If you’re being honest, this Atsumu is harder to deal with than the other Atsumus you’ve dealt with.

You look at Osamu, hoping he’d be find, only to find him sleeping on the side of the car.

“‘Samu get up, I’ll put you in the car.” You say shaking him awake.

“Othay…”

One down. One more to go.

“‘Tsum if I get you food on the way will you please come in the car?”

“Hmmm, thure. BUTH! Ya canth kithnap ma! I wanna thee ma girlfren.” He says to you, while hoping inside the car.

“oh don’t worry, you’ll see your girlfriend alright…” you grumble out

“Wa thoes he hathe ma fathe?!” Atsumu screams out to Osamu, making you almost hit something with your car.

You are so close to losing your patience.

“That’s ‘Samu, ‘Tsumu. Your brother. Your biological twin brother.”

“Bu’ ‘a athe mine in tha womb.”

“No, I athe mine in tha womb.” Samu replies, drool and saliva dripping on his shirt.

“‘Samu! Stick the gauze back in your mouth!” You yell at him through the driver’s seat.

“Bu’ it hurths- Oh my God! There blooth in ma futhin’ mouth!”

“UGH!” You groan, face planting into your steering wheel at the red light.

‘Tsumu looks at you and then the person who somehow has his face, “Ya mathe tha prethy girl math.”

“Thorry.”

Eventually, you dropped the boys off to their parents house, so they can have the responsibility of taking care of the trouble twins, in the process of mentioning how Atsumu, your boyfriend, tried to bite you out the way because he thought he was being kidnapped and Osamu who tried to wipe his drool on your shirt because he didn’t know where to wipe it.

“Oh my dear! That sounds troublesome…” Mrs. Miya smiles apologetically at you, thanking you for taking care of her two sons when she couldn’t, before continuing, “It’s almost funny actually, that’s how they used to act as kids. I can’t believe I have to do it all over again after more than 10 years…” She looks back to the living room, only to find ‘Samu on top on ‘Tsumu, holding him down as good as he can in his anesthesia filled body, trying to spit at him and ‘Tsumu yelling for him to take his face off.

“Well, good luck…”

Bonus:

“Y/n please stop watching that video. It’s embarassing.”

“Yeah, but you know what else is embarrassing ? Your own boyfriend not recognizing you and calling you a fucking kidnapper.” You tease at him.

“I said sorry! And delete- Don’t watch that part!” ‘Tsumu yells at you.

“This is humiliating…” Osamu groans into his hands.

“Definitely worth giving Suna the bags of chuupets.”

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1:37 AM- M.O

why does your heart feel like it’s bleeding? it feels like you have the air in you lungs but you can’t breathe. each time you close your eyes, you see his face, and you wish it would stay. you look for a piece of him in anything you do.

right person, wrong time. right person, wrong time. right person, wrong time.

how many times will you keep telling yourself that? it’s like a broken record, playing on repeat.

don’t leave me. stay. i miss you. i love you.

first love hurts the hardest- just as they say.

“im sorry, i can’t do this. this will go nowhere- i can’t hurt you again.”

how many times are you going to repeat this?

“it’s alright- i understand”

and why does he have to be so fucking understanding.

yell at me, lecture me, call me names- something! anything!

just please…all you want, is him here with you.

“i’ll always care for you.” “you’re my first love- i can never hate you.” “look deep down in my heart, you’ll see i feel just as strongly for you as i did all those years ago”

they’re just words you suppose. Osamu was always good with them. each time he complimented you, his ears would flush, ans every time you teased him, he’d call you a random nickname with a kiss on the head to shut you up.

his voice was your lullaby and you’re favourite song. you could listen to it on repeat for hours. hearing his voice put a smile on your face- one only he could give you. the way you laugh with him was the type of laugh only he will ever know. the kinda laugh that made your eyes crinkle and you gasping for air. the kind of laugh that gave osamu pride.

“you can never hurt me”

everything is just replaying in your head. it was for the better- ending it before it got too complicated. but you’re pretty sure you feel your body breaking down. you need him, just one word, one touch, one more minute of happiness- before it all goes.

love hurts. but it hurts even more when you thought it’d be them at the end.

Note: i’m really sad rn and going through a heartbreak so enjoy this sad piece based off of what i was acc told and what it feels like rn lol. i just wrote this to feel better. still on my hiatus tho but i’ll be fine so <3

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gonna go on a mini-hiatus. (don’t worry too much, i’ll be back soon. Cant leave my fave place <3)

my dms are still open so don’t worry :) 💗

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omg i forgot i have requests and matchups to finish. i’m so sorry 😭😭 i’m so busy >_<

they’ll be done one day i swear

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remember this is your safe place. your content. your rules.

do not take shit from anyone who tries to change your safe place into a hate space. kick them out. block them. this is your blog. not theirs.

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noticing all these desi writers WRITING makes me so happy. you have no idea.

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wait this is so cute omg

prank

ft.: timeskip atsumu x reader

a/n: there is some slight cursing and mentions of a fake spider

word count: ~800 words

Miya Atsumu steals your cereal.

Ever since you moved into his apartment, everything’s been perfect: you two have been learning more about each other’s little quirks, which has led to you falling even more in love with one another. Your boyfriend has been an absolute sweetheart towards you as well. He is always volunteering to clean the dishes, he runs errands on your behalf, and he loves leaving cute little notes for you around the apartment. Whenever he comes home after a particularly draining day of practice with the MSBY Jackals, he is extra clingy and wants nothing more than to cuddle up with you.

Still, he steals your cereal.

You and Atsumu have different preferences when it comes to cereal. Since the setter is very concerned about staying in shape, he usually goes for blander, healthier cereals than you. Therefore, you both have your separate cereals in the kitchen.

You’ve come to notice, though, that there are times when your box of cereal is emptier than you last remember. There was even one instance when you were craving your cereal for breakfast, but when you poured yourself a bowl, there was barely anything left. When you asked Atsumu about this, he was quick to deny any fault.

However, Miya Atsumu has a hard time lying to you, so when he claims he hasn’t eaten your cereal, he has a guilty look on his face.

You once texted Osamu, asking about his brother’s bad habit, to which the twin responded with: “Lol yeah, he likes stealing food. Sorry about that, Y/N.”

You weren’t particularly mad about him eating some of your cereal. You lived together, so you were fine with sharing stuff, like food, with him. It was simply kind of odd and hilarious that this was something he was attempting to be discreet about yet was completely failing at doing so. So, you thought you could use his sneaky cereal stealing to your advantage and prank him.

Therefore, you ordered a large fake spider online. Then, one night, when he went to bed before you and you knew he would wake up early the next day for his morning run, you placed the fake spider inside the cereal box. You assumed that he would probably pour himself some cereal and you were expecting the spider to slightly startle him.

What you didn’t expect was to be suddenly woken up by screaming and cursing from the kitchen.

You jump out of bed and rush into the kitchen to see what all the commotion was, and this is the scene you stumble upon: cereal all over the kitchen floor, a plastic bowl rolling around in the mess beside the plastic spider and the setter, sweaty from his morning run, is perched on the counter. His knees are pulled to his chest and he’s tightly gripping a carton of milk with both hands.

Your dear boyfriend, Miya Atsumu, appears absolutely spooked as he glances at you and screeches, “There was a fucking spider in the cereal!”

It suddenly dawns on you that Atsumu hasn’t realized that the spider isn’t real. This means that you are now at a crossroads. You can either reveal to Atsumu the truth and admit that this was an innocent prank. Or you can put on an Oscar-worthy performance and mess with him a bit longer.

…

“In the cereal?!” you ask incredulously, furrowing your eyebrows in hopes that it makes you seem more convincing.

“YES!”

You cautiously move closer to the spider and lean forward to look at it. “I don’t think it’s moving.”

“Y/N!” Atsumu hisses loudly, raising the milk carton and aiming at the spider. “Don’t get close to it! What if it’s fucking poisonous?!”

“I just want to get a closer look at it!” you explain defensively, as you crouch down to examine the fake spider. You then extend a hand towards, which causes Atsumu’s eyes to widen.

“Don’t pick it-” Atsumu starts yelling, but his exclamation is cut off when you immediately snatch the spider off the ground and throw it at him.

Needless to say, more shouting and chaos ensues as Atsumu freaks out and almost falls off the counter while you laugh your ass off.

When Atsumu finally realizes that the spider was a hoax set up by you, he gets all pouty and complains about having a significant other that is so mean to him. But when you point out his deceit regarding your cereal, he instantly begins blushing and apologizing profusely. He promises that he wouldn’t lie about eating your cereal anymore and that he would make sure to buy enough for the both of you, which satisfies you. And once you two finish your conversation, you tidy the kitchen together and joke about the situation together.

So, does Miya Atsumu steal your cereal? Occasionally.

Is Miya Atsumu kind of a dumbass? Definitely.

Is living with Miya Atsumu pure chaos at times? Certainly.

But do you love him regardless? Yes.

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i hope all mutuals who i never talk to are having a good day

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HIII <33

summoning all desi writers/artists. drop in a hi in comments and rb (if you can) so that we can all interact thank you <33

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Wait I’m gonna nominate you again cause i binge read your stuff:

Recs: @kissyomi @hqbaby @keisurin @ayaevi @alicemitch09writes @luvbub @sakusaww @admiringlove @empress-simps [+ many more but my tumblr lost them :( ]

𝐑𝐄𝐂 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓!

what is this? this post is an opportunity to recommend your favorite accounts, like a tag game. you don’t have to be tagged to join and if you aren’t still try to interact!

why does this exist? because tumblr’s algorithm isn’t the best at boosting accounts/posts, plus it’s a good way to self promote your work and others.

who i’m recommending are: @ughgojo @faeaura @izukulus @shoberri @xysthe @hoshiikos @happygoluckyalexis @dejwrites @itadores @a-blue-secret @jkoo-njoo