#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 😢😢🙏🏽

[natriae]

"y/n what is it tell me," atsumu begs, smile still resting on his face. His eyes searching yours for answer.

"it's nothing, really" The two of you are at osamu's shop in the very back booth. Legs up as you face Atsumu. Most of his friends are here to celebrate Sunarin's birthday, and with that comes a lot of new information about your boyfriend that you didn't know before.

You know he can read your face. He knows there someone you want to ask, but not sure what. It's simply just not the time and place to ask this. Is there ever really a good time to ask?

How do you ask your boyfriend how many exs he's had without making it weird?

He's well aware this is your first relationship, and as embarrassing as that is he never made you feel embarrassed for it. You watch as Suna, Aran, Kita, and Osamu joke about more memories from the past. They know so much more than you do. It must be so much easier being a guy in relationships.

The party has died down to the point where it's only the six of you left. Which gives Atsumu more than enough time to read your face and assume your thoughts which is exactly what you need right now.

"you know what...whatever. I'm not dealing with you and your sad bullshit right now," he says before getting up, and re-joining his friends. Everything around you slows. It's as if you were pushed under water. Your throat closes and your eyes begin to water before you rush up and into the bathroom.

You weren't suppose to be here. He only brought you so you could meet his friends — who clearly weren't expecting you either. You breathing picks up as you shut the door to the only bathroom in the establishment. How could he say that?

part 2

[moonbeamwritings]

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.”

[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]

Rkgk of more College Atsumu

[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. 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

[whoreshijima]

Atsumu

[ykwrites]

Confused- Sakusa x reader.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem!reader.

Warnings: None.

Rating: SFW.

Requests: Closed.

MASTERLIST

''How was your day?''

''Fine'' you responded, dry, not really invested in the conversation your brother tried to have.

He was insistent, too much, set on finding out how your date with one of his best friends went.

However, you didn´t want to talk about it, because it went (as you predicted before it happened) terribly. At first, your wanted to rub it in his face, point out how dumb of him it was to set you up with a friend of his that you already knew didn´t like you at all, but in the end, you didn´t have the heart or energy to do that.

''Come on, give me something!''

Your brother kept pushing, following you all the way into your room, even sitting on your bed while you gathered a towel and some clean clothes to take a shower.

''Atsumu, shut up''you said, closing the bathroom door and hearing a very whyny complaint on the other side.

''You are so boring''

The rest of his stupid rambling was finally muffled when you opened the hot water. As soon as it hit your skin, you remembered.

''When you take a shower, the water should be hot enough to kill all germs properly'' Sakusa said, trying to make conversation in a very cold and distant manner, the mask on his face making it impossible for you to decipher if he was joking.

''Was he calling me dirty?'' you thought.

Why in the hell did Atsumu set you up on this date? and why did it bother you so much that it was bad when you didn´t even care about Sakusa´s existence before?

Sure, you knew about him, he hung out with your brothers constantly, but he rarely looked at you or even spoke more than saying ''hello''. It was weird when Atsumu started asking if you wanted to go on a date with his friend out of the blue.

At first you thougt he was talking about Oikawa, because that guy sure was flirty and wanted to get with everyone and everything. But it obviously wasn´t.

''He likes you but he´s a pussy''he explained, seeing your look of disbelief ''Give him a chance, he´s a great guy!''

''I don´t know, and I doubt he even knows who I am''

''Trust me, he knows''Atsumu shook your arm, annoying as always '' I'm telling you to go because I want the best for you, and I think you two would make a great pair!''

Atsumu probably got drunk and had a dream about his friend saying he liked you.

Honestly, if Sakusa did like you, he had a strange way of showing it. The whole date, he just shot a few hygene facts and listened with uninterested gaze when you told him about something random to try and lighten the mood, not recieving more than a nod in response.

About half an hour passed, filled with the same useless overthinking. Thankfully, Atsumu gave up and went to bed before you retrieved back to your room.

While getting some clothes ready for the next day, your phone buzzed.

From: Sakusa.

''Sorry if the date was boring''

Huh?

From: Sakusa.

''I had fun''

Was he serious?

To be polite, you responded

To: Sakusa

From: Y/n

''It´s okay''

That´s it, you didn't know what else to say, deciding to turn off notifications and just go to sleep.

''Hey lil sis''you heard Osamu entering the room as soon as you closed your eyes,

Of course, peace in your house... not an option. At least it wasn´t Atsumu this time.

As always, your calm and more gentle brother quietly closed the door behind him and turned on the small light on your nightstand, standing next to the bed until you moved and let him lay beside you.

''Are you okay?''he asked.

''Mhm, why?''

''I don´t know, you looked upset earlier''

''I´m not upset'' lies.

''Was the date really that awful?''

''Kinda''

''He was dry and boring, right?''your brother chuckled.

''He barely spoke''

''I figured that would happen''

''Why did you let me go on a date if you knew?''jokingly, you pushed him.

''Because he likes you, and honestly I thought you would like him back''

''Samu, that guy is lucky he is hot, there´s nothing else appealing about him''

''Come on, don´t say that''he laughed ''He´s a great guy, and you lil sis, probably intimidate him''

''Let me tell you I was so nice the entire time''

''Don´t doubt it''

''He just... annoyed me, standing there all stoic'' you rambled ''he was not interested in anything about me and ignored my questions when I tried to know something about him''

''Oh, I know why you are upset now''

''Spill it, smart ass''

''You think he is hot''he started, lifting a finger in front of your face before you could interrupt ''don´t deny it, you said it yourself''

''Bah''huffing, you rolled your eyes.

''It annoys you that he´s hot and you went there with the idea that he liked you... but he acted the opposite'' your brother explained ''you probably got a lil excited before the date, making other scenarios in your head''

''I will remind you that I didn´t even like him before Atsumu started trying to get us together''

''You didn´t?''

Shit.

Abort mission, let's hope that Osamu doesn´t continue.

''So you do like him now?''

Fuck.

“I don’t want to talk to you anymore” turning around, you gave him the cold shoulder.

“Y/n, the guy likes you, he’s just weird about these things”

“He sent me a text saying he had fun, I don’t know how”

“Come on, he’s trying so hard”your brother laughed “I bet he will ask you out again”

“And I’ll refuse”

“Just go and make out or something, he’ll loosen up”

“Why are you telling me that? You are my brother, ugh!”

“Well, you can do whatever you want, sis”

Osamu left you alone after that, leaving the room, and you fell asleep tired of such useless overthinking.

To be honest, if Sakusa liked you and you liked him back, it really didn't matter, because there was no chemistry there. Having a relationship or simply getting to know each other, includes talking and being interested in general, wich seemed impossible coming from him.

Morning rolled around, your brothers already making a fuss and fighting downstairs while screaming for you to come and have breakfast with them.

The sun on your face was bothering you enough to turn around and grab your phone so you could check if any of your friends had woken up yet.

Well, there was only one text on your screen,

From: Sakusa.

''I would like to see you again, please tell me when you are available''

''Maybe this evening?''

Choosing not to respond yet, you made your way downstairs, phone in hand to text your best friend and tell her how bizarre this situation was.

''Y/n!''Atsumu yelled.

Instead of complaining or screaming back, you got inside the kitchen walking almost blindly until you sat on your usual stool, eyes fixed on the phone.

Weirdly, your brothers didn´t say anything, complete silence filled the room for a couple minutes, and just when you were about to ask what their deal was, you got it.

Standing there next to Osamu, Sakusa bowed lightly to greet you and you could swear your heart almost skipped a beat, seeing him without his mask and his cheeks adorned with a faint blush.

''Good morning, Y/n''he said, voice deep and sweet.

''Oh, hello''what a stupid response.

''I invited him over for breakfast''Osamu spoke, patting his friends' shoulder.

''Mhm''you uttered, trying not to seem nervous.

While you pretended to be casual and calm (texting your friend in all caps, panicking) the boys made conversation about some boring volleyball game.

''Well, I have to open the restaurant, so I´ll get going''Osamu spoke patting your head.

Great, now you were left with chaos and Sakusa.

''Wait! I´ll help you''Atsumu ran after Osamu before you could even register that they were purposefully leaving you alone with their friend.

Apalled, you looked up at him, thankfully he looked just as shocked. Poor guy had his mouth full of toast and swallowed too quickly.

Cute.

''I'm sorry for my brothers, you know how they are'' you spoke, trying to make things less awkward.

He cleared his trhoat and cleaned his face with a napkin before responding.

''Don´t worry''

Aaaaaaaand silence, painful silence.

Honestly, it was almost infuriating how good he looked and how uninterested he seemed to be. Confused was the best word to describe how you felt, because this guy had asked you out again just hours earlier and now that he was in your kitchen, he didn´t say anything or looked at you for more than two seconds at a time.

''Sakusa''you spoke, calling him.

''Hm?''he looked up, face emotionless.

''Do you like me?''

How bold.

Again, he cleared his throat.

''Yes, I thought I was obvious''

At least he said it to your face.

You contained yourself, squinting your eyes at him to try and find any sing of nervousness.

''Great''crossing your arms, you leaned back ''You have a terrible way of showing it''

''I'm aware''he looked down scratching the back of his head ''It's hard, you make me really nervous''

Well, he didn´t express much, but he was clearly making an effort?

A sudden hint of bravery came over you, and in seconds, you were standing right in front of Sakusa, so close his back bumped against the kitchen counter and he looked away in shock.

''Sakusa, look at me''you demanded.

And he did, the look on his eyes almost making you backtrack.

''Sorry, you are too close''

''Does it bother you?, I can move''your voice sounded daring.

''I...you don´t have to''

Oh, this was new. You took a step back, not too long but enough to visibly see his muscles relax.

''Did you ask my brother to set us up on a date?''

''Yes''

''Why?''

''Because I didn´t want to face rejection''

''I guess that makes sense''

''Why did you accept?''

''I was curious and I thought Atsumu wanted to play a dumb prank''

''I see, so you don´t like me''

''Honestly? At first I was so annoyed, wondering why you wanted a date but showed zero interest'' you started.

''Did I give you that impression? I'm sorry''he said, finally expressing some sort of emotion ''I listened to everything you said in detail''

''Don't worry about it, I probably didn´t put much effort either''

''I´m guessing your response to my text will be no''

''Maybe''

Okay, now you were being a brat.

''Maybe?''he asked, lightly raising an eyebrow.

''I do want to go, but you have to be relaxed this time and actually have fun, I´m not going to attack you or anything''you explained.

''Oh, okay''

There was something in his eyes now, a hint of enjoyment of some sort. His lips showed a smug smile that made your heart swell instantly.

''I´ve seen you interact with my brothers for years, just pretend you're hanging out with them''

''That would be weird''he chuckled.

Ugh, he was cute as hell.

''Why?''

''Because I don´t want to kiss your brothers, it's not the same''

Wow, what a sudden change.

The phrase was stupid, a reach even, but you couldn´t help but blush and huff right after, annoyed that such a simple thing made you nervous.

''Who says you are going to kiss me?''you challenged.

''I didn't say that I will, I said that I want to''the smartass tone in his voice made you want to punch him and also devour his lips.

''Oh, shut up''

''I mean, I can''somehow in the cutest fucking way possible, he put his arms up showing he wanted peace and then, smiling, he looked at you side eyed and dropped a bomb ''You can shut me up yourself''

This guy definitely wanted to make you go feral, and he was so fucking smart about it too.

So, in an effort to control the situation and win, you did shut him up, so unexpectedly that he took a couple seconds to register that your lips were on his. Eyes open and hands still in the air until he realized.

Kissing Sakusa was exciting, fresh, slow but so damn good. He smiled into the kiss, making you do the same when his hands rested on your hips.

''You should've kissed me yesterday''you said, looking up at him with a pout.

''I didn´t know that you liked me back, I was nervous''he responded, laughing.

''Well, now you do''

''So, date later?''he was having too much fun with this.

''Let me think about it''you joked, kissing him again.

[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 !!!!

[natriae]

part 1

honestly this could be read alone

Osamu watched as his brother angrily walked out of his restaurant. It was obvious that this wasn’t Atsumu’s standard victim pout he did to get attention. This was his ‘fuck, i just fucked something up so badly that even i know it’. Rare for Atsumu but not new. Osamu, however, is quickly distracted by your trembling body as you run to the bathroom. What the fuck did he do now?

Suna glances at Osamu as his body turns back around towards the front door. The silent interaction doesn’t go unnoticed by the other boys, but they know better than to interfere. Quickly excusing himself, Osamu exits the front door to find his brother crouched on the side of the building with his head in his hands. There was one thing Osamu told his brother when he first introduced you too. You simply were just another loyal patron to his establishment, but he saw how his brother looked at you. After you had left, Osamu made it very clear that Atsumu was not to hurt you. You were a sweet girl who did not need to be left crying over his brother. He knew the kind of man Atsumu was. He wasn’t ever there for a long time. All he wanted was a good one, but the way Atsumu's eyes watched you thank Osamu for delivering your food had a look of childlike innocence that Osamu had only seen in Atsumu’s first love.

Back in the restaurant the boys had their own conversation about what was possibly happening. Not realizing how thin the walls were to the bathroom. Your sobs had quieted down and you were sure you were ready to head back out and pretend that none of this ever happened. While grabbing the handle you hear the soft talk of Sunarin’s voice, “You know I surprisingly had hope he wouldn’t fuck this one up too. I mean she really isn’t his type, but I don’t know maybe he wanted to try something new.”

“Rin knock it off, that's not nice,” Kita quickly responds, but all you can hear is the low chuckle of Suna’s laugh. What did he mean? Were you really not Atsumu’s type at all? It wouldn’t be the first time you had heard this, but hearing it from someone that Atsumu sees as a brother hurts worse. Your hand slowly reclines back to a position at your side, body falling into the same sync softly sliding down the wall. Your eyes twitch, unable to find the water to cry. It all hurts. Of course it was silly to date him.

Outside Osamu crouches down next to his brother. Atsumu doesn’t bother looking up, already sensing who was there. The younger twin waits patiently watching the lights switch from red to green down the street. It’s much quieter here than in Tokyo. Most of the city is already asleep and the streets are empty. The occasional sound of another restaurant closing up for the night is loud and clear for the two boys to hear. He watches as Atsumu’s arms fall to rest on his knees and he lifts his head so body leans back to completely rest on the wall. Osamu notices how Atsumu patiently waits for him to scold him. For him to immediately question what the hell he did. To possibly pick a fight this late in the night, but none of that comes. Life’s different now, and they both know now that some situations can’t be solved by bickering. He’s grateful his brother can read him well enough that he knows he regrets what happened without having to say it.

“I messed up ‘samu. Just like ya said I would,” Atsumu states, looking to the ground. Too ashamed to look at his brother. If there's one thing Atsumu has had to learn to control while growing up, it’s his ego, and he’s constantly being tested by the universe to see if he finally learned better. Yet here he is once again ruining something that was good for him all because he got defensive. He wasn’t thinking. Something he’s really good at. It was a cheap shot that he deeply regrets.

“I neva said ya were gonna to mess up,” Osamu sighs, watching his brother’s face for a twitch of emotion, “I wanned ta make sure ‘ou were gonna go into this for the right reasons. I’ve watched ya crash and burn far too much. I just want ya to be happy.” Osamu finishes. Calmly watching his brother he notices Atsumu's face go through several emotions.

Eventually the elder twin settles on, “what should i do ‘samu?” the look on his face resembling one of a kicked puppy. It hurts Osamu to see his brother like this. He can even remember the last time Atsumu came to him for advice, but here he is looking like a lost little boy who wants his mother.

“do what y're good at,'' Osamu lightly chuckles, “talk ta her, dude,” is all he says before he gets up and walks back into Onigiri Miya. Atsumu is left with his thoughts for a little bit longer before he gets up and watches the scene from the front window.

He leans against the wall and watches Osamu wave his arm up, motioning the small party to follow him to his apartment. He can't hear what they are saying, but based on Osamu's face he knows there's no room for anyone to question.

Walking back into the empty restaurant he slowly locks the door worrying about the inevitable. His brother's restaurant is a mess. There are streamers everywhere, some ripped from where they were taped to the wall. Plastic cups litter the tables who's chairs have been stacked away in the back to make more space. His eyes finally land on the bathroom door where you hide.

His heart feels like it's tearing itself in two. Something he hasn't felt in years, but he's older now and he won't lose you. When his grandma passed back then Atsumu covered his pain with what he thought was love. Yet it always ended the same, with his brother drinking away till he passed out. However, he was okay with losing them. It was almost a pain he wanted to feel for not grieving his grandmother like he should have. A torment he thought he deserved.

Then he met you. When he learned you've never been in a relationship, nor a situationship, he felt as though it was a gift from his ancestors. A way for him to learn that he does deserve happiness, but he never thought about the many tests it would come with. He's old enough now to stop running from his problems. You were perfect for him. He wasn't going to lose you now.

“y/n” he says quietly while knocking on the bathroom door, “y/n please open up, please” he begs. There's a small shuffling on the other side that's just enough to keep his thoughts from spiraling further. He takes a deep breath before going up to knock again. As his hand raises, he hears the door click signaling you've unlocked it.

You’ve opened the door just enough to be able to see him. Not fully exiting. “what?” you question softly. Your throat dry from the constant tears. You're careful in noticing how his face morphs into multiple emotions seemingly fighting with his brain and heart.

“please come out, will ya,” he begs once more, hand reaching out for yours. He pulls his bottom lip in as he takes a deep breath. It’s as though the man before you is made of glass - for you to see all of him, and you’ll take it. Even if it is far too late.

Finally stepping out of the bathroom Atsumu is left to see your flushed face obviously reddened by the constant wiping of tears. He swears his heart shattered further. He needs to explain, but his mouth simply won't open, so he gestures to the booth where it all began.

Your miind finally has time to recognize the pounding headache overtaking your body. Hardly allowing you to recognize that the shop is completely empty. Atsumu sits down first then you follow in suit on the opposite side. Resting your eyes for a moment you don't realize that Atsumu has already grabbed you a glass of water for your headache. You politely thank him and take a sip. Your brain and body immediately relaxing at the sign of water.

“I want to ask for you to be patient with me, but I don’t deserve it—” Atsumu starts quietly.

“‘sumu—”

“no, please let me say it all before m’ ego gets in the way,” his face slowly lifts and his eyes go searching for yours. Once they catch he immediately looks away. Not once in this relationship have you seen Atsumu so unconfident. He always walked into every situation with a level of confidence you could only wish to achieve. From day one, he took charge. Always guiding you, being there for you, and all around keeping you safe, but it was obvious sometimes it became too much for even him to keep up with. He'd break down when you weren't around and walk out with a mask.

He knew there were a lot of first for you when this relationship started, and the way he approached all of them made you feel loved. A rare feeling that made you love him all the more. He never out right showed his inner turmoil. Which is why today came as such a shock, but with the way his eyes glossed over and his hands shook you figured today might be the day he finally opens up. “I'm sorry y/n. I really really am,” he says, voice cracking towards the end. He takes a deep breath before continuing, “ I shouldn't ‘ave snapped at ya,” he lets out a sound similar to scoff, yet also laughing at himself, “ I- I've never been good at communicating my feelings very well,” this makes you laugh. No shit.

“ I know, it's obvious, but there was one thing ya should know. I made a promise to m’self, ‘samu, and even my ma. That's how ya know it's serious. From the moment I met ya… I knew ‘ou were the one. I'm not entirely sure how ta explain it, but I wanted no one but y’u, and when ya left this very restaurant. I ran ta Osamu ta ask about y’u, so ya can imagine my disappointment when he said y’u were quiet and all he knew was your order,” He smiles back at the thought, “I- I don't mean i was disappointed ya were quiet by the way,” he rushes out making you smile. You nod your head telling him to continue.

“That day while I was still tryna to understand these new feelings I eventually made a promise to m’self… Y’u were going to be mine, but I told m’self that I will make ya the happiest person on earth. Whatever it takes, and when I finally told ‘samu I was gonna ask ya out. He stared me directly in the eye and said ‘’tsumu ya break her heart i'll kill ya’ and that's when I knew for sure y’u were a gift ta me.” Atsumu’s eyes glass over before he continues, “Ya know, when ya first met my ma she said ta me ‘’honey, she’s a nice girl. Be nice.’ and I know that doesn’t sound like a lot, but I know my ma was never proud of my decisions especially when it came ta love. I was stubborn and I would always flee the minute things got difficult, and If i’m being honest I think it was a way to distract myself from all the pain I held in.

My shithead dad left when I was young, so when times got hard on my ma ‘Samu and I would go to my grandma’s.” A tear falls down his face and his leg begins to bounce under the table, “She was an amazing woman, and I’d spent a lot of time with her. I will not lie she was quite the gossip so there were a lot of things I shouldn’t have known…but I did. I knew that my ma just wanted to be loved, and I think from a young age I took that duty upon m’self. To make sure she knew she was loved, and my grandma was proud of me for that.

So, when my grandma passed I started college I figured I didn’t have time to grieve her and I spent a lot of time drownin’ out my sorrows with… sex.” He pauses for a moment, “ I-I noticed how happy it made me, and I figured I’m making these girls feel loved so I must be doing something right, but then things got messy. I spiraled and I swore it off when I got into MSBY, but then I met y’u.

I swear it was like my grandma placed ya here to knock me back into place. She always told me I would make an amazing husband and for some reason that day I met y’u I was reminded of that. I didn’t even know who ya were, but I knew deep down that y’u weren’t just anyone… I never told ya this, but I did start going to therapy after I met ya, and everything and every way I have reacted was genuine, but being here, with everyone, I think I knew ya would start ta see that old side of me that I tried so hard to bury, and I got scared…” by now the tears fall freely down his face, but he refuses to completely break. He’s always had to be the man of the house, but he needs to know that he’s allowed to show his emotions as well. That’s a lot of responsibility for a young boy.

Getting up from your seat, new tears fall from your face as you walk around to the same bench Atsumu sits on. Wrapping your arms around his frame you hold his head to your chest, and he breaks. He cries and his shoulders shake as he lets out the pain of the last several years.

It was obvious since the moment you met him that he was soft on the inside. He’s lost himself over the years like many have, but you’re glad he’s starting to pick up those pieces and put them back together. You squeeze him a little tighter before finally speaking up, “‘Tsumu…thank you for telling me all this. I was in my head a lot. I’m always in my head a lot,” you giggle, still holding him close, “If we want this to work we need to communicate,” you whispered for only him to hear. His head softly nods before he lifts his head up.

“What were ya gonna ask me before?” he whispers back.

You lean closer to him, your noses almost touching. Taking a deep breath you begin, “From the stories, and especially the things Suna was saying I was really beating myself up about how many relationships you’ve had. It’s stupid, It’s just jealousy.” you say, shaking your head.

“No, you’re allowed to feel that way. If we were switched I’d probably be in ma head about it too.” he attempts to calm you down. His hands move to hold yours, squeezing them to let you know that this is real.

“Sometimes I get really upset when I think about…maybe you had girlfriends with sexier bodies than me,” his head shakes, “ or maybe it’s a burden that I don’t always know what I’m doing, like when we kiss,” you finish, his head falls at your statement, but his hands never leaves yours. Now he understands why his statement before was so hurtful. Why can’t he just think about others for once?

You shake his hands to bring his attention back to you, “please don’t beat yourself up over it,” you beg.

He takes a deep breath before bringing one of your hands to his face so he can kiss it. “I hate that I hurt ya, but please do not ever compare yourself to anyone in my past. There’s a reason they’re in the past. Y’u are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Trust me I’ve seen a lotta woman,” He jokes. At that you lightly smack his arm. “I’m kidding, but seriously you are special, and I love you,” He brings your body close, holding you tight to his chest. Your hearts beating as one.

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IT WORKED!!!

[moonbeamwritings]

♡ the post that started it all ♡

When you open the front door to your apartment and move to hang your coat up on the rack, you find Atsumu's MSBY jacket already draped on it, his gym sneakers left right below it.

You expect to hear the shower running or to find your boyfriend snuggled up on the couch, feet up on the coffee table and relaxing after practice. You even brace yourself to be pulled into a bone-crushing, feet-off-the-ground hug or to be attacked with a barrage of kisses. Instead, your apartment is quiet, eerily quiet. Atsumu's nowhere to be found.

"Baby?" you call, dropping your work bag on the floor and waiting for a response.

Nothing.

You try again. "'Tsumu?"

Toeing off your shoes, you wait again, movements stilling as you strain to listen for any signs of life. Your apartment isn't big, not large enough for your voice could get lost down the hall, anyhow. It's weird, you think. Maybe he's got headphones in or something.

The bathroom door is open when you pass it, the room dark. Not there, just as you expected. A light is on in the bedroom, casting a long shadow in the hallway, and the start of Atsumu's name dies on your lips just as you grip the door handle and gently push it the rest of the way open.

You find Atsumu flexing in front of your full length mirror, his shirt off and black gym shorts hiked up his legs, dangerously close to the crook of his thighs. And it's nothing you haven't seen before, of course not, but it's like you've stumbled upon a fine jewel, a shimmering crystal. You have no choice but to ogle him.

As if under some sort of spell, your eyes travel across the broad expanse of his shoulders, studying the intricate build of his back muscles. They follow the slim line of his waist, and you resist the desire to surge forward and grab it. Each part of him is distractingly well built, handsome in a way that reminds you of Grecian sculptures. He'd be one hell of a muse if you had any talent with a hammer and chisel.

What really steals your attention are the silken pink bows straining around the thickness of his thighs. It's obscene, the way he flexes and relaxes the muscles there, all wrapped up in pretty ribbons. You wonder if you need to start wiping drool from the corner of your mouth.

The first thing out of your mouth is a long, low whistle. "'S all this for me?"

Atsumu jumps, whipping around just as his phone drops to his side. "You-" His face burns, a blush scorching a rosy path along his cheeks and down his neck, up to the tips of his ears. Cute. "Yer home early!"

"Is that bad?" You creep over to him like a predator stalks its prey, taking slow, calculated steps. A coy smile plays on your lips.

"No!" His tone is an octave higher, more evidence of his embarrassment at being caught red-handed. He clears his throat. "No, of course not." A kiss lands on your lips the moment you're close enough.

"And what exactly were you doing with these?" Fingers travel down to brush across the ends of the bows. "They're so pretty."

"Well ya mentioned that trend, 'nd I thought it might be a nice surprise, since you've been workin' so hard and all." He shrugs. "Wasn't really expectin' ya to catch me takin' the pictures, though."

What a blessing Atsumu Miya is.

"Oh, baby," you coo, squishing his warm cheek in your palm, "aren't you the sweetest?" You eye him for a moment before kissing the corner of his mouth. "You look hot."

Any embarrassment morphs into pride in a blink at the praise. Atsumu's chest puffs, closing the space between you as a smirk starts to grow. "Oh yeah?"

"Mhm."

An arm curls around your waist just as his grin grows more mischievous. "And it's all for you." Atsumu's tone deepens, dropping an octave as he tells you, "Now ya get to enjoy the show live-" He kisses you then. "and in-person."

Your expression matches his, gaze flickering from his eyes to his lips. "Lucky me."

[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

[hlxtn]

College! Atsumu sketches