#atsumu imagine

[r1elle]

desperate male lead syndrome is making a strong comeback in 2024 and i’m here for it!! so i wrote about this annoying loser (your honour i love him so much)

husband atsumu drabble because this is what the people want ^^ (i’m people)

“baby, don’t go looking at yer’ poor husband like that..” atsumu pouts, poking your cheeks at the sight of your evidently disdained face.

okay. you could go do that. you could also just forget the broken ceramic on the floor, still not cleaned up because atsumu would rather make amends with you first than cleaning up the potential risk that was right infront of you both.

honestly, you couldn’t tell whether you should be glad, or concerned.

“i’m not mad at you,’ you say, the expression on your face clearly betraying your words. “don’t worry about it, atsumu.”

you thought that maybe your words would ease the blonde man’s resolve, however it seemed to have only made it worse for him.

“atsumu?! no baby, no love, no ‘tsumu?!” he stresses, hands going up to his mouth.

you stare at his rather dramatic delivery,—and was that the life in his eyes flying away?? he looks like a modern rendition of casper the ghost.

“i’ll do the dishes for a week, no,—a month! i’ll buy ya’ those heels ya’ told me not to buy at the mall!!” atsumu frantically spouts, saying anything he could think of as he continues to cling onto your figure, his face mushing onto your neck and shoulder area.

you shut your eyes. just.. how could you stay annoyed? look at his pouty face, how his ears seemed to be more red than the rest of his skins current complexion. he practically made it impossible for you to even be the least bit mad, and you would’ve felt as guilty as a convict for even attempting to do so. that’s the kind of effect he had on you.

in response, you merely sigh. but there wasn’t any bark to it. “or, you could clean up the shattered pot on the floor.” you say, making sure to bring your tone to a more gentle and reassuring one.

atsumu turns to at you once again, his blonde locks tickling your skin as he moves.

“yer’ not mad anymore?” he beams. “i mean, we could always make another pot, right? how ‘bout it?” he says, hopeful eyes staring directly to your orbs.

in all realness, you genuinely weren’t mad at him, —(as much as he would sulk and say you definitely were), no. you were just sad at the fact that you and atsumu’s ceramic that you both had worked so hard to sculpt and paint on your first date was now shattered on the floor, all but beyond repair.

“i was never mad at you, promise.” you say. “just a bit disappointed. i liked that pot a lot, you know.” your hand reaches for atsumu’s cheek, pinching it slightly. physical touch always seemed to reassure him more than anything else.

atsumu mentally notes that he should make you breakfast in bed the following morning as he stares at your affirming expression. he plants various of pecks on your face after doing so.

“i’m sorry, princess.” atsumu coo’s, his hand pushing away the little hairs on your forehead as he plants a kiss on it.

“i’ll make it up to ya’, i promise.”

— • —

now, you know that you most definitely shouldn’t be all too surprised, considering that, well, —this was miya atsumu we were talking about,

but seriously….

you stare at the little bundle of fur politely sitting on your lap as you rub your eyes, just having come out of your nights sleep. you also happen to notice the smell of pancakes and hot chocolate coming from the bedside table.

“ ‘tsumu, where—?..no, when did you get this dog?”

“i have my ways.” he proudly grins. “but look, it’s yer’ favourite breed!”

“….yes, i know. but where did you—“

“we have a daughter now, hehe.”

“since when did i agre—“

“so adorable, definitely takes after her mommy and daddy. look at the bow on her head!”

“ ‘tsum-“

“i love you.”

“dont change the subject!”

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atsumu brainrot is real and clocking me out (kageyama i can explain)

update: TYSM for 1k+ notes omg ??!! thank u all for loving this loserboy with me i feel so heard 😢😢🙏🏽

[salsakiyoomi]

atsumu thinks he has just seen the most beautiful person ever.

it's crazy, he feels crazy — he's at this stupid party, right? with his teammates and all, celebrating another win and then he sees you.

adorned in this gorgeous red dress, backless and tight around you, highlighting your figure at all the right places — your hair and makeup done with a champagne glass in your hand as you laugh and giggle with one of his acquaintances.

maybe one of his colleagues brought you, or maybe god sent you here for him because damn —

“you're staring.” his friend, kiyoomi, cuts in, giving him a look before he takes a sip from his drink.

“shut up.” he huffs.

“i'm just saying, if you want her so bad, go talk to her.” kiyoomi says, rolling his eyes.

“uhm, no.” atsumu deadpans.

“really now? where did the playboy go?” kiyoomi taunts, clearly enjoying teasing his friend.

“stop.”

“what's the worst that can happen?”

“she could hear me!”

kiyoomi stifles a laugh, “right, that is most definitely the worst case scenario.”

atsumu scowls at him, “fine! you know what? i'm going over there.” he jeers at him, before stomping off.

he watches as the colleague you were talking to walks off and he strides his way over to you.

he takes a deep breath as you notice him and set your eyes on him and he tries not to faint.

he gulps, “hi."

you smile awkwardly, “hello.”

“uhm,” he stammers, jumbling his words, “i-i'm atsumu miya.”

you giggle and it's angelic, “i know.” you hum, “i'm y/n l/n.”

“that's a pretty name!” he blurts out, and swallows.

“thank you?” you say hesitantly, and laugh.

“uh,” where are his words? and gosh, is it hot in here? “i think you're pretty cute.” he says in a hurried sentence and wishes that the earth would crack up and swallow him whole.

you smile and there is a glint in your eyes, “well,” you chuckle “i think you're pretty cute too.”

shit, he can feel his face getting warmer and he can only thank the dim lights for hiding it.

before he can say anything else, “how about i put my number in your phone.” you say, a shy smile on your face “and maybe we can go out sometime?”

“of course!” he says, maybe a little too excitedly but nothing matters right now because he hands you your phone and you indeed do put your number in it.

the conversation ends with the two of you clinking your glasses together and an exchanged ‘cheers.’ before atsumu walks back to where kiyoomi is standing, having watched all of this unfold.

a lovesick smile is on his face, and a lovesick tone as he says,

“i got her number!”

[hlxtn]

College! Atsumu sketches

[angelkiyo]

2018 timeskip! atsumu miya posting on his snapchat stories with the dog filter and flexing at the gym with ‘god’s plan’ and ‘one dance’ playing as he tries to bag the hoes.

[veenxys]

「Making out with Haikyuu boys」

⤷ Bokuto

he loves messy kisses where he can show all his love and need for you. runs his hands over you, from your thighs up and down your back. he loves to bite your bottom lip just to see a reaction from you. he likes to control the direction of the kiss, sometimes even taking your hands and putting them around his neck, or just pulling you into his lap.

⤷ Kuroo

he likes to tease you; it starts with soft, sweet kisses and quickly turns into deep, passionate kisses. he likes to pull away just to see you searching his lips, needing him. he likes to put you on his lap so that you are impossibly close; you feel the heat of his body as he kisses you passionately, squeezing and stroking your body as if that’s the last thing he’s going to do. he also likes to bite and suck your bottom lip and smile against you when you gasp against him.

⤷ Atsumu

you held his cheek so gently and leaned in, placing a tender kiss on his lips, looking at him passionately and giving him a sweet smile, and that’s what drove him crazy. he feels his heart racing and butterflies appear in his stomach. he would then pull you back to sit on his lap and he would kiss you again and again and again until you were pulling away breathlessly. smiling at each other, he puts his hand in your hair and caresses the back of your neck with one hand while the other glides down your body before pulling you into a passionate kiss again.

⤷ Osamu

one of his main goals is to get a reaction from you. he knows your every weak spot and every thing you love him to do and he will do anything just to hear you moan or gasp against him. he loves to kiss your neck or jaw, run his hands over your body, pull you against him so you can feel him… he knows how to leave you on cloud nine.

⤷ Oikawa

he likes to get between your legs while giving you a few teasing kisses everywhere but your mouth, just so he can see you ask him for what you both want. he knows your weaknesses and likes to use them against you just to see your reaction and teasingly say “do you like that, love?” “do you want me to do it again?” he manages to stay in charge only for a while because you are his weak point and, when he least expects it, he is completely surrendered and obsessed with you; needing your touch and your taste more than anything.

⤷ Nishinoya

loves it when he can kiss you against a wall, leaning in and pecking your lips sweetly before you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer, biting his bottom lip. always pulls back to gently brush some hair from your face with a loving, teasing look in his eyes.

⤷ Kenma

his kisses and caresses start off shy but affectionate; leaving light kisses on your lips, stroking your thigh with his thumb before finally kissing you again with more passion. his lips are soft against yours, sweet in a way that makes you wish this moment would never pass. he takes your cheek in his hand and strokes it gently with his thumb. he likes to leave kisses on your jaw and neck and hide his face in your neck and smile because, like you, he never wants this moment to end.

⤷ Suna

lazy making out with him is a favorite. you could be lying in bed together, watching a movie when he starts spraying kisses all over your cheek/neck. soon the movie is forgotten as all your attention is focused on his lips and the way his hands touch you so needy and loving. your hand is on his cheek while you kiss him deeply but slowly.

⤷ Sakusa

loves to kiss your neck. his lips would run down from your lips to your jaw, then your neck, his tongue peeking out to lick the skin teasingly, sometimes nipping at it. soft whispers of “you are so beautiful” between kisses, little sighs when he leaves hickeys on your skin. he always smiles and buries his face in your neck afterwards, just enjoying the warmth of your body.

⤷ Hinata

his intentions in the beginning were innocent; just a sweet kiss on your lips and a squeeze on your waist as a show of affection. but when he least expects it, he’s on top of you on the couch; you sliding your arms around his neck as you deepen the kiss. him running his hands over your body, leaving light grips and soft caresses as he moves his body against yours, making you gasp against him. his lips moving in a slow, passionate rhythm as he likes to take his time making out.

[taones]

Haikyuu Relationships as Photos

But I try to make it diverse because I’m so sick of seeing only skinny, white girls in these trends <3

pairings - Iwaizumi, Tanaka, Kiyoko, Kuroo, Bokuto, Suna + Atsumu x reader

warnings - smoking, fem bodied!reader

Iwaizumi ^

Tanaka ^

Kiyoko ^

Kuroo ^

Bokuto ^

Suna ^

Atsumu ^

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reblogs and comments appreciated! If you’d like to see more characters or m!reader lmk mwah!

[shokobuns]

ch. 3 — situationship...

ch. 2 — jumpscare! / masterlist / ch. 4 – gaydar

note: none. u guys dont understand how excited the growing taglist makes me tbh...

synopsis: writing songs about the fling that broke your heart catapults your band into fame. unfortunately, his bedroom won't be the last place you see him

ALTERNATIVELY — you and atsumu learn to get along for the sake of your best friends.

warnings: suggestive ish jokes

fishy facts!

— bokuto doesn't know exactly what a situationship is. he's never had to deal w that bs and based on what he's heard, he's thankgul.

— mika had initially hated atsumu before she got to know him, but after they got drunk at a karaoke bar together, she's been nicer towards him. she knew that one day he would bring it up.

— sakusa's favorite song by fairy fish is about atsumu... it's called mosquito bite!

— one of the times that rin and samu heard sex noises coming from tsumu's bedroom was actually you and tsumu just watching fifty shades of grey.

— komori was the first person to notice that mika had a crush on rin. he treated her out to lunch one day and he tried to ask about it slyly, but she spilled the beans immediately because it was just a celebrity crush. she also thought it was really funny until it turned out rin liked her back. then it got a lil too real.

tags. @ris-krispie @reignsaway @dailyakira @diorzs

[mjinzx]

midnights with you

wc: 415 | genre: fluff, angst if u squint rlly hard | fem! reader x atsumu miya | cw: profanity, she/her pronouns, 3rd pov

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Y/N can’t sleep.

Well, that’s one way to say her problem. It’s 12 am and all she could think about is a nice bowl of black bean ramen. But, she doesn’t want to cook, she’s too lazy to cook. And what better way than to ask someone else to cook it for her?

By someone else, she meant her roommate, Atsumu.

Here’s the thing, though, Atsumu is probably asleep by now, and waking him up would be a suicide mission. Not only does he sleep like a log, but when Atsumu wakes up, he’s the grumpiest person on earth.

But, no one’s stopping Y/N now, she’s already on her way to Atsumu’s room to wake him up and “ruin” his night. She opens his bedroom door, and there he is, deep in his sleep.

‘He’s probably in dreamland right now.’ Y/N thinks.

Y/N had a wonderful idea to wake Atsumu up, and of course, it’s blasting EDM music in his ear at maximum volume.

You bet Atsumu woke up.

“Y/N? What the hell? Why are you here? And most importantly, why are you blasting music in my ear at midnight?” He says furiously.

Y/N just smiled cheekily. She knows that Atsumu isn’t actually mad at her, maybe a little annoyed, but never angry.

“I’m hungry, can you make me ramen, please?”

Y/N pleaded cutely, making sure to stretch that ‘please’ so Atsumu would give in.

“No.” Atsumu responded.

“Pretty, please?” At this point, Y/N is begging for Atsumu to cook for her, but Atsumu doesn’t even look one bit fazed.

“Why don’t you cook your own, Y/N? Come on, it’s 12 am, I need to sleep.” Atsumu says flatly.

Queue Y/N pouting. “Tsk. Fine.” She says and went out of Atsumu’s bedroom.

Y/N looks like a child not given candy during halloween right now. She’s pouting, brows furrowed, and stomping her way to the kitchen.

‘Of course he wouldn’t agree, Y/N. What were you even thinking? It’s 12:51 am.’ She thinks.

Y/N was having a hard time finding a pot, so she didn’t hear Atsumu entering the kitchen, his hands inside his pockets. He leans in the wall, just watching Y/N struggling to find a pot, with a smirk on his lips.

“I’ll do it.” Someone says.

‘Hm? Atsumu?’ She thinks.

She looked behind her only to see Atsumu smiling at her.

“Hey bub, sorry about earlier, you just surprised me, that’s all.” Atsumu apologizes.

“I’ll make you ramen?”

“Yes, please.”

“Black bean?”

“Black bean.”

a/n: this is my failed attempt of using 3rd pov in y/n imagines 😆

© mjinzx

[vainilla-milk]

making them dancing axé feat. kuroo, bokuto, daichi, atsumu

tags: latina fem! reader, headcanons, sfw

note: this is just a repost after tumblr delete the original u_u

kuroo

Dancing is not really his thing and presenting him with a rhythm so different from what he is used to only makes his life more difficult.

He tries anyway because you are so happy dancing that you end up infecting his mood.

It doesn't really go well for him but it's impossible not to feel that serotonin pump when the song ends. It was as much fun as a volleyball game.

His heart swells even more with happiness as he watches you dance carefree about life.

"Please give me a break" he says to you exhausted after trying to keep up with you for about five songs.

bokuto

He loved the axé so much when you introduced him to it that it became his morning warm-up routine before going to training.

He learns pretty quickly and you end up being the one who can't keep up with him, so sometimes you come back to lead the choreography anyway.

Sometimes he gets you up so early to join him to warm up with axé that you tend to think "at what point did I think this was a good idea?", still once you're fully awake you enjoy it and are grateful to have a boyfriend to share your hobby with.

"Please put Tchakabum on again!" he begs you when they stop to rest.

daichi

He really wasn't used to this and was embarrassed to have such clumsy feet to coordinate with the music.

You patiently taught him your favorite choreographies, although sometimes your boyfriend would get very self-conscious about some moves.

He picks up the rhythm little by little, but if he has to be honest, he enjoys watching you dance much more.

As time goes by he manages to overcome the modesty and it becomes his favorite pastime to do at home with you. He learned from you that once in a while dancing carefree really helps him get through a heavy day.

atsumu

At first he was not convinced by the idea of dancing axé and told you that he would think about it before giving you an answer.

The truth is that he did some research on what you were talking about and discovered that it is a very popular genre of music and dance in Latin America.

Of course he agreed if it meant that it elevated his status over other guys in your eyes.

You taught him very excitedly and he took mental notes of every move you made. It was a little slow to acclimate to the rhythm, but he was finally able to get it.

There were some choreographies that were difficult for him purely because he was embarrassed.

He promised you that he would learn everything backwards and forwards, but you had to calm him down and tell him to just do it because he felt like it.

After dancing you made up for it with a couple of kisses, which became his favorite part of your routine.

[r1elle]

for my peace of mind i want to live in the belief that miya atsumu has AT LEASTTTT got to be a candidate in the “pretending to be nonchalant but horrendously failing at it” trope.

like can you just imagine ..

a just freshly out of the change room miya atsumu, —who, by the way, has his brothers clothes on. (he wants to make a cool impression, and unfortunately, it’s his brother who always has the better outfit choices between the both of them. though he’d rather die than admit it.) anywho, he’s outside of the gym on standby to see if you had already walked past the building at your usual time. (he knows because he’s timed it.)

and when he realizes you already did, and that he had missed to take advantage of that one time slot in your routine, he’s BUMMED. he’s bummed out like a bum in bum central. but it happens as much as it doesn’t, so he still can’t figure out why he’s so dejected whenever the outcome turns out to be the former. (maybe cause he’s just so in love with you like that ?? duh)

but anyway, cmon now. you really didn’t even stop by to see if you could catch a glimpse of him setting ?? serving ?? heck, even spiking ?!?! because he couldn’t care less whether or not you knew which position he played, or what move he often did on court—…okay, well, maybe he cared just a bit. but screw all that. he can just tell you all about it when he’s finally able to call you his ! because what’s most important right now, is you seeing him during the times when he looks his “absolute coolest”.

but goodness gracious you should see the complete 360 his expression does when he sees you laughing along with your friends near the vending machine, indicating you hadn’t fully left just yet. he’s basically grown dog ears, and they’re raised HIGHH. osamu just wants to throw up, especially even more so as he sees heart eyes practically being etched onto his twin brothers dna, and he could only hope it wouldn’t apply to him as well.

with this profound opportunity, atsumu suggests that maybe they should buy something from the vending machine using their remaining coins. (“their” as in osamu’s. atsumu has .99 to spare, but he thinks he’ll save it for another day. perhaps to buy you those 50 cent candies at the nearby 7/11?).

“i’m thirsty. are ya not? c’mon. let’s use ‘em remainin’ cents.” though, anyone can see that it wasn’t a suggestion. it was a demand. (atsumu has never loved the “i was born 5 minutes before you.” card so hard in his entire life.)

osamu can’t help but feel the obvious desperation radiating off of his brothers anticipating expression, so he feels bad and says yes. atsumu internally thanks his brother, thinking that maybe telling him that ‘he should’ve ate him in the womb’ a couple of days ago was a bit mean.

but now that he’s infront of you, what should he do? the boy can physically feel his critical thinking skills melting away.

and so, with little time to actually prepare, he settles on nodding his head towards yours as a greeting (? if it can even be called a greeting), avoiding eye contact as he poorly executes his cowardly advances. he internally wallows in doing so, because that was NOT what he wanted to do. gosh….why couldn’t he be as smooth as he was on court ?!?! what he wanted to do was,—

“hey,” [add in a lazy but still oozing with confidence expression. whatever looks nonchalant and cool!] “want this? i was gonna buy one for myself,” [handing off his coins with one hand while his other one goes off to casually brush his blond hair to the side,] “but eh. dun’ really want it. take it, if ya’ want.” [finishing off with a low-key but proud sniff as he shoves his hands onto his pockets.]

but no. that was not what had happened. at all.

instead, he’s now completely focused over to the vending machine, his eyes directly staring onto the drink he had caught glimpse of you already drinking. (how could he not? it was the whole reason his plan backfired.)

well. at least he was able to give out a (puny) nod at you.

before he could even do anything else to salvage this already weak pursuit of his, atsumu hears you and your friends’ conversation exit out of his earshot. assuming that you were now further away from him, his knees seem to find themselves giving in.

one may think it was due to the exercises coach had given for todays practice.

but miya atsumu is a star volleyball player who yields the magic of ‘athleticism’. so surely, the runs up the mountain during todays agenda should hardly be the reason of any damage caused on the blonds already well maintained physique.

and surely,

heated cheeks, rapid beating of the heart, growing sense of frustration, and a yearning for some sort of impactful interaction with you..

wouldn’t qualify as side effects of hard practice, right?

“stop leanin’ on the vending machine like that, ya’ idiot.” osamu snidely comments, and his ‘face-mushed-to-the-vending-machine’ twin brother can only groan in response.

——

the walk back home is surprisingly quiet, until a low grumble decides to finally greet the silence.

“i was supposed to talk to her.”

“maybe that lame nod told her all that ya’ needed to say.”

“it ain’t my fault she already had a drink in her hand!”

“yeah, yeah. sure. ya’ still looked lame, though. i almost felt bad.”

“shut up! ya’ don’t know what it’s like to be a man in love!”

“…..….”

a silence.

a silence from atsumu who’s now just truly realized how doomed he was.

a silence from osamu who wonders if the person behind them had heard atsumu’s rather flamboyant confession.

“love, huh? didn’t know you were that deep into her.”

“ARRRRRRVHHHHGGGGGGGGGH! SHUT YER’ TRAP, SAMU’!! I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHIN’ !!!”

and of course,

a silence from you, who couldn’t help but just take the longer way back home, all because it meant getting to walk a few steps behind him. (even if he had always failed to notice you doing so, every. single. time.)

i was thinking of ryu sunjae from lovely runner while making this … i hope most ppl will see the vision 💔💔 I JUST LOVE LOSER MEN WHO JUST LOVE THEIR PARTNERS SO VERY MUCH !!!!

[ochakourarakah]

author’s note: this is entry #4 to my tswift x haikyuu drabbles. expect more to come!

character: atsumu miya | song: glitch (midnights)

Miya Atsumu is ten levels of cocky and it infuriates you.

Look at him, with his too-easy swagger, the too-steady strides, the too-playful half-smirks he offers all the fans who would swoon and fawn for even a second of his attention.

And sure, he is skilled. You can’t deny the work he has put into his sport from the gallons of sweat that drips from his brow each day, the countless serves and spikes and sets he practices until you feel your own arms numb from his efforts each game, practice or otherwise.

But there is a difference between being confident in your abilities and walking as if you owned the world and you see that in how Atsumu carries himself.

And then on top of his pride was a hunger, a greed for things beyond what the business side of athletics can offer.

The fame is merely a byproduct, the brand deals and paychecks consolatory to the euphoria he gets in the court.

He looks at every game like a meal, licking his lips the first time the ball gets up in the air, his Adam’s apple bobbing before he serves, sighing at match point.

And even so, he never seems to be satisfied.

You weren’t supposed to fall for him the way you did. The way you do now.

You were supposed to be colleagues at least and friends at most.

Nothing more.

And yet now you find that while his cockiness is infuriating, the fact that you want him infuriates you more.

How dare your heart flutter traitorously in your chest when he speaks to you?

It was beyond unprofessional of you, falling for one of the athletes you were supposed to manage like some naive fresh graduate.

You had your own pride, too, and you refuse to let that be cast aside for the chance to run your fingers through bleach-blonde hair.

And yet.

And yet here you were, head over heels against your better judgment.

You watch his form, now clad in a crisp wine red suit and a black dress shirt with the top three buttons open, revealing the slope of his Adam’s apple.

He’s grinning in a way that endorses danger, yet you can’t look away.

That is until his eyes meet yours.

Something flicks in the browns of his irises.

Recognition, you think.

(Pleasant surprise, you hope.)

And it’s here that you remember that what infuriates you the most -more than his pride and your foolishness- is that he knows how much you want him.

You can sense it in his every glance, how his eyes raze over your form a second too long, his body skirting a centimeter too close.

You were supposed to be just colleagues.

Friends, at most.

And yet, he approaches you after politely bidding the paparazzi goodbye, and you don’t look away.

“Would you like to dance?” he asks, as soon as he nears you, brown eyes shamelessly drinking you in like freshly popped champagne.

You have to refuse.

And yet.

And yet.

You put your hand in his and let him lead the way.

“Why not?”

And when Atsumu pulls you in closer than accepted, you allow it.

And when his hands graze more than they should, you let them.

And when he offers to go elsewhere, you accept.

© ochakourarakah 2023. do not copy or repost.

[hlxtn]

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[munchieschomp]

KXIDIDIDODK IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS

In your full two years of dating Atsumu, he has never eaten the blue candies in a pack of sour gummies. The sweet blue raspberry flavor has not passed his lips even once, despite your insistence that he eat them too.

He’d offered you a handful of the candy on one of your first movie outings as a couple, and when you excitedly plucked a few of the blue ones from the pile, rambling about how they were your favorite and how you wished they made a pack of just blue ones, all he could do was shake his head.

“You can have ‘em. I don’t like ‘em.”

And every time he bought a pack of the sweets after that, Atsumu always plopped the blue ones into your waiting palm.

So it’s a shock, a betrayal, when you come home from work to find him lounging on the couch, a blue gummy on its final journey towards his open mouth.

“’Tsumu, my love,” you question carefully, “what’re you doing?”

With a mouthful of candy, he replies, “Eatin’ candy.”

You take his chin in your fingers and squeeze, squishing his lips together and giving him this cute little fish face. “Did I just see a blue one?”

You’re being dramatic, you know you are, but you need to get to the bottom of this. You’d been convinced for two whole years that he didn’t like them, and now this? You think it’s only fair to ask questions.

“Mmyuh.”

Your brows furrow. “I thought you didn’t like them?”

He tries to answer, he really does, but it’s a muffled, garbled mess with the way you’re holding his cheeks. Reluctantly, you let go so he can explain. “Well,” he’s sheepish, his cheeks turning red beneath your gaze. Your fingertips feel warm. “Ya got this really cute, excited look on yer face when ya said how much ya liked ‘em that I just… kinda lied.”

You’re floored by his confession, heart skipping a beat in your chest at how cute he is. A huge doofus, sure, but so damn adorable.

Without an immediate response, he keeps going. “And then every time after that, ya gave me this pleased lil’ smile when I handed ‘em over. What was I supposed to do?”

“Tell me the truth?”

He shrugs and mumbles a childish, “I guess.”

You bring a hand back up to smooth over his jawline, staring at him as his gaze flickers between your own and the forgotten package of sweets. With each passing second, you feel adoration pumping through your veins. 

Squishing his cheeks together again, you peck a kiss to his puckered lips, to the tip of his nose, before finally telling him, “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

Atsumu chases your lips, kissing you once more, a dreamy look in his eyes. “Ya think ‘m cute?”

With a roll of your eyes, you settle onto the cushion next to him, throwing your legs across his lap. Atsumu beams at your proximity and slings an arm around your shoulders. And, falling back into an old habit, he places the bag of candy in your lap. “You can have the rest of the blue ones.”

You pull two from the bag and plop one into his hand. “We’ll share. We’ve gotta make up for lost time.”

“Mm,” he hums, kissing your temple, “I guess you’re right.”

[makkir0ll]

"hmm, is it green apple?"

you giggle in his arms, shaking your head no and smile as he leans down to press another kiss on your lips.

the past fifteen minutes had been spent trapped under his arms while he kisses your plump, flavourful, lips. it started out when you put on some chapstick and he asks for some. you knew that this was his way of getting a kiss, but when his lips press against yours the flavor is different than your normal vanilla, its fruitier. "what flavor is that?" he asks, pulling you closer to him to plant another kiss on your lips, "berry?"

"no" you say smiling as you await his actions. hoping that he does exactly what you expect him too.

and he falls into your trap. the next fifteen minutes are spent with his lips on yours as he guesses what flavor it could be. strawberry? mango? pineapple?

all no.

at this point all he could taste was his own spit on your lips. completely kissed away all the chapstick that coated your lips. he breaks the last kiss with a whine.

"y/n put some more on, i can't taste it anymore." he loosens his grip on your body as you shift underneath him to find the chapstick in your pocket.

"close your eyes, i dont want you to see the label." you tell him and he obliges, squeezing his eyes shut in a childish manner as you apply the chapstick on your lips.

once you're done you toss the tube away, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down, he's smiling. his lips press against yours yet again but this time it's different. the kiss is deeper, he cups your face and his toungue swipes on your lips and you open your mouth slightly to let the wet muscle enter. it takes your breath away and you start to feel dizzy from his touch and all the sensations happening around you. he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connected the two of you. your eyes are still closed, processing what happened when you hear him say,

"it's berry isnt it?"

you nod your head no, hoping he will kiss you like that again, and he does. but little do you know that he caught a glimpse of the berry graphic on the label when you pulled out the chapstick from your pocket.

HINATA SHOYO. (probably doesn't notice the label though tbh). BOKUTO, hanamaki, oikawa fucking tooru, sugawara (he knew from the start it was berry but goes along with the act to amuse you), akaashi (same as sugawara). NISHINOYA. (same as shoyo, genuinely continues to guess), ATSUMU. KITA FUCKING SHINSUKE (he knew from the first kiss, but realized that this made you happy). KUROO. SUNAAAAA.

[shokobuns]

ch. 2 — jumpscare!

ch. 1 — sweet nothing. / masterlist / ch. 3 — situationship...

synopsis: writing songs about the fling that broke your heart catapults your band into fame. unfortunately, his bedroom won't be the last place you see him

ALTERNATIVELY — you and atsumu learn to get along for the sake of your best friends.

note: two month timeskip! rin and mika started seeing each other when they graduated in late may and they are now moving in together in october. (4-5 months of dating! they r moving fast LOL). this chapter is just texts.

warnings: suggestive ish jokes

fishy facts!

— it wasn't hard for shoko and suguru to figure out that the account being recommended was satoru's burner twitter. his profile picture was a digimon character. he got cooked that day and decided it would be best to just not have a profile picture at all on his burner.

— if it wasn't clear enough, what had happened was that atsumu came slightly close to you in an attempt to talk, but you didn't notice him and screamed when you saw him near you, causing him to jump. and fall. the only people who didn't witness this happen was rin and mika.

— shoyo, bokuto, and kiyoomi don't know why you actually got scared. the single incident isn't enough to make him wonder since you probably just got surprised seeing someone within your proximity. shoyo and kotaro, on the other hand, have been trying to come up with reasons to be scared of atsumu.

— samu and rin had pushed onto atsumu that he needed to apologize, but never actually helped him with the logistics. none of them were able to come up with a good time or place., so he thought the day everyone came to help mika and rin move in would be a good idea. seeing how that went, rin thinks it's time to ask mika.

— satoru tried learning jojo siwa's karma dance during a day he was off from school. (oh, yea? did i mention he's in grad school for math?)

tags. @ris-krispie @reignsaway