#atsumu series

[the-things-i-love]

Oh boy! Here I go, sinking into a new fan fiction again!

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader

GENRE. angst, fluff, possible smut(?), enemies to lovers

SERIES WARNINGS. (past) bully!atsumu, bullying, more tbd.

SYNOPSIS. High school was a living hell because of one man and one man only— Atsumu Miya. After graduating, you made it your goal to never cross paths with him again. It turns out the universe has different plans for you after you get a job as MSBY’s new manager.

CHAPTER LIST !

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[seumyo]

pregnancy cravings with miya atsumu.

Pregnancy cravings never really made sense to Atsumu. Then again, he never got to the part of anatomy and physiology when he was studying physical therapy before he decided to go pro as a volleyball player.

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t supportive; no, he prided himself on being a great husband. And now, with you, his wife, pregnant with your first child, he was determined to be the most supportive, loving, and accommodating partner ever.

Nothing was going to stand in his way—not distance, not logic, and certainly not impossible cravings.

It started simple. Like it always did.

You wanted a specific pastry from a bakery on the other side of Japan? Done. He booked the fastest delivery service he could find, and when that wasn’t an option, he flew there himself, picked it up, and brought it back.

Talk about rich.

Homemade food? Good thing Osamu had drilled the basics of cooking into him, though he still got yelled at by his twin when he accidentally burned rice. But hey, effort counted, right?

Then, the cravings started getting weird.

You’re sitting on the couch with a blanket over your lap when you look up at him with serious eyes. “I want Osamu’s cooking.”

Atsumu blinked. “Alright, I can ask him—”

“But I don’t want to eat it. You eat it.”

He frowned, confused.

“Huh? Ya want me to eat ‘Samu’s cookin’?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Atsumu scratched his head, wondering if this was some kind of test. “And that’s gonna make ya feel better?”

“Yes.”

“… Even if ya don’ eat it?”

“Uh-huh.”

Atsumu blinked. “That doesn’t make no sense.”

“Atsumu, please don’t question me.”

“Yes, Ma’am!” He grabbed his phone and immediately dialed Osamu. “Oi, ‘Samu, I need ya to cook somethin’—no, not for [Name]—for me.” There was silence on the other end before Osamu sighed heavily and reluctantly agreed.

That night, Atsumu sat at the dining table, stuffing his face with his brother’s food while you sat across from him, smiling in satisfaction as you watched. Osamu just did his part as a supportive brother for his twin.

The next day was even worse.

“A seedless mango,” you murmured, rubbing your belly.

...

“A what?”

“A seedless mango. I want it.”

“… [Name], sweetheart, baby, I love ya, but that don’t exist.”

“It does.”

“It doesn’t.”

“I want it.”

Atsumu groaned. “Where am I gonna get a seedless mango?”

“Figure it out, please?”

He spent hours searching online, calling fruit vendors, and even asking Osamu if his suppliers had some secret black market seedless mango (Osamu asked him if a volleyball that was going 120 km/h hit his head).

No luck.

In the end, Atsumu cut up a normal mango, carefully removed every trace of the seed, and handed it to you with a hopeful grin.

You took one look at it and frowned.

“It’s not the same.”

Atsumu wanted to cry.

-

“I need you to wear a face mask.”

Atsumu blinked at you from your bed. “Huh? Why?”

You huffed quietly, fidgeting with the sheets. “Because your face is annoying.”

Atsumu gasped, hand clutching his chest. “My face?! The one ya love so much?!”

“Yes.”

“The one ya vowed to look at forever in sickness and in health?!”

“Yes.”

“The one ya called ‘beautiful’ when I asked ya if I was hotter than ‘Samu?!”

“I love you, but right now, your face is irritating me.”

Atsumu stared, utterly betrayed, before sighing in defeat. He got up, went to the closet, grabbed one of the disposable masks he’d bought during flu season, and put it on.

“There. Happy now?”

You smiled sweetly. “Very.”

Atsumu flopped onto the bed with a groan, pulling the blanket over himself. As he lay there, sulking, you scooted closer and rested your head on his chest.

“I love you, you know that?” you murmured.

He grumbled. “Ya sure? Feels like ya hate me sometimes.”

You chuckled. “No, I love you. My hormones just don’t.”

He sighed. “Yer so lucky I love ya more than life.”

“I know. Pregnancy is so weird.”

And the worst has yet to come.

-

Atsumu should be asleep by now, but no, he had to be individually popping popcorn. One kernel at a time, as per your request.

He initially told you, “Yer kiddin’.”

You were not.

And that was how Atsumu found himself in the kitchen at three in the morning, painstakingly popping one kernel at a time in a tiny pan. Every time he accidentally popped more than one, you, who were sitting on a stool with your hands on your belly, would click your tongue disapprovingly.

“You put in two, Atsumu.”

“This is torture,” he grumbled, but he kept going.

-

“I want ice cream,” you said.

Atsumu perked up. “Oh, easy. What flavor?”

“I don’t know.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Uh… okay. I can get a few different kinds?”

“I need to taste them all.”

Atsumu frowned. “Like… all the flavors?”

“Yes.”

“… Babe, there are like fifty flavors at the ice cream shop.”

You nodded. “And I need to taste all of them before I decide which one I want.”

Atsumu let out a long, suffering sigh, but being the devoted husband he was, he marched straight to the ice cream parlor and ordered a ridiculous amount of sample cups. The poor employee stared at him in disbelief.

“You… want every flavor?”

“Yeah.”

“Every single one?”

“Yeah.”

“Sir, that’s—”

“My wife is pregnant, and if I don’t do this, I might not make it to the end of the week.”

The employee, upon hearing this, immediately started getting to work.

When Atsumu got home, you took one spoonful of each, nodded, and, after going through every single cup, announced:

“I don’t want ice cream anymore.”

Atsumu fell to his knees. Defeated.

-

“I need you to stand in the corner for a while.”

Atsumu looked up from his phone, confused. “Huh?”

“The corner. Stand there.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I just feel like you should.”

Atsumu squinted. “Babe, are ya makin’ me into a damn decoration?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

Atsumu sighed but did it anyway. He stood in the corner of your living room for a full ten minutes while you sat on the couch, happily watching TV. At some point, Osamu FaceTimed him, took one look at the scene, and hung up.

-

The next day, you called him while he was at practice, which was rare in itself because you did just leave messages whenever you knew he was practicing.

“Babe,” you said in a tone that made his stomach drop.

“… Yeah?”

“I need you to bring me a cheeseburger.”

He let out a relieved laugh, wiping the sweat off his brow. “That’s easy! I’ll grab ya one on my way ho—“

“But replace the buns with pancakes.”

Atsumu froze. “Come again?”

“You heard me.”

“I dunno if I did, sweetheart.”

“Pancakes. Instead of buns. Oh, and I want honey to go with it.”

Atsumu nearly dropped his phone.

“Yer messin’ with me.”

“I’m really not.”

And you weren’t. That evening, he stood in the kitchen, flipping pancakes with the precision of a professional chef before assembling the most unholy creation he’d ever laid eyes on—a cheeseburger with pancake buns, honey drizzled over the meat.

You took a bite and hummed softly. “Oh my god, this is better than sex.”

Atsumu, who had spent hours perfecting his technique in the bedroom, felt personally offended by that.

-

“Atsumu,” you murmur. “I need you to switch sides of the bed with me.”

He sighed. “No.”

“Atsumu.”

“[Name], baby, darlin’—I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because my side is closer to the door in case of an intruder.”

You chuckled quietly. “Tsumu, please. I need to sleep on that side.”

Atsumu stared at you, conflicted. He had never—not once—slept on the other side. It was unnatural. Wrong. It went against the very foundations of your marriage.

But you were looking at him with those tired, hormonal, pleading eyes. And he was sure you’d tell him you could barely see your feet now and often experience heartburn, all because of his unborn baby.

With a heavy sigh, Atsumu switched sides with you.

“You’re a good husband,” you whispered, patting his cheek.

Atsumu, lying in the unfamiliar position, staring at the wrong wall, whispered, “I’m a broken man.”

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[zumicho]

WHITE DENIM OVERALLS — a suna rintarou x reader SMAU

m.list

tags, cws grief & loss, found family, angst, possibly ooc, language

synopsis : you stopped believing in love the day your dad passed—leaving you to pay the debt left off from building his dream bakery. when your long term boyfriend breaks off a three year long relationship via text, you wonder if you have any more life left to live. heaven sends you a surprise ◡̈

© ZUMICHO 2024 all rights reserved. do not repost, edit, or translate my works on any platform.

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profiles

prologue: tiny suburban bakery

001: iced lemon loaves / self deprecating humor

002: venn diagram

003: monsters under the bed

004: softness vs. survival

005: not waiting for you anymore

006: building the same house

007: blue door deja vu

epilogue: somewhere between

status : completed 🍞

extras ness’ extras ness’ recs + overview

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[entwnii]

it’s already late at night when 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 walks out of the gym, his sport bag in his hand.

the droplets of water falling from his platinum blonde hair run down his face and the back of his neck. paired with the chill breeze of the night, it makes a trail of shivers run down his spine and goosebumps appear on his light skin.

god, why did he forget to bring a towel ?

he grabs his keys from the back pocket of his shorts before opening the car’s door, throwing his sport bag somewhere on the backseat while he slides down on the driver seat.

he turns his car on, a white porsche 718 spyder, hoping that his hair will dry during the ride home before driving off to your shared apartment.

the wind that blows through his blonde locks makes the pro athlete sigh in contentment, a small smile appearing on his slightly chapped lips as he drives through the busy streets of osaka, the neon lights of the stores lighting his face in various colors.

it doesn’t take him longer than twenty minutes to get to his residence, parking his convertible car in it’s usual spot.

atsumu grabs his bag’s handle and gets out of the car before locking it. he walks over to the apartment building’s entrance, opening the door and making his way to the staircase.

once he reaches the third floor, he walks over to the door of your shared apartment, the only one on the third floor.

the blonde-haired man unlocks the front door with his keys before stepping inside.

your fiancé carefully closes the door behind him, not wanting to wake you up. he kicks his shoes off his feet before placing his sport bag on the floor next to the door.

atsumu’s dark brown eyes are attracted by a small light coming from the living room.

his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the pro volleyball player walks over to the living room, scratching the back of his neck.

the frown on his face immediately disappears at the sight in front of him, a fond smile replacing it.

the television is on, mamma mia is currently playing on the screen, one of your favorite movies. there’s a plate of muffins on the coffee table, blueberry and lemon ones with powdered sugar icing on top along with a glass bottle of lemonade.

all the while you are laying on the skandi couch, facing the television, visibly asleep. one of your cheeks is pressed against the back of your hand, your eyes closed and your plump lips slightly parted. soft breaths escape you as one of atsumu’s large shirts is draped over your body.

despite all of his efforts not to wake you up, atsumu’s foot bumps into one of the couch’s footers, making him yelp at the sudden pain, which wakes you up.

atsumu watches as you turn around, facing the couch’s back, a frown on your face while a small whine escapes you. your eyelashes flutter open, trying to adjust your eyesight to the light coming from the television.

as you sit up, you start rubbing your eyes, letting a groan of complain before finally glancing to the side, glaring at your fiancé.

“sorry, baby.” atsumu flashes you a small smile, a hint of regret visible in his eyes, despite his urge to laugh at your sleepy appearance.

“how’s my future mama ?” he asks as he places his hands on the back of the skandi couch, leaning towards you.

“fine, but she was quite calm until you arrived.” you accusingly tell him, a subtle frown on your features as you place a hand on your baby bump.

“‘t’s not my fault she likes my voice.” atsumu lets out a chuckle, placing a hand on the side of your face, turning your head to place a small peck on your plump lips. “only two months left…”

you let out a small hum at his words, looking up at him with sleepy eyes.

atsumu parts away from your plump lips, licking his own. “imma eat somethin’, what do ya wanna eat ?”

you scratch the bridge of your nose with your nails, thinking about his offer. “i want vanilla ice cream… with olive oil and salt.”

atsumu nods his head at your request, a small ‘kay’ leaving his lips before he walks over to the kitchen.

he knows better than to criticize your cravings, especially since it isn’t the weirdest one out of your seven months of pregnancy.

your fiancé turns on the kitchen’s lights, scratching the back of his neck as he walks around the kitchen to gather the ingredients.

he grabs two bowls from one of the drawers before turning over to the fridge and opening it. he grabs the vanilla ice cream container along with his oatmeal and the milk.

atsumu places a good amount of oatmeal into his bowl before pouring some milk on top and putting the bowl on the side.

he then begins to scoop out some vanilla ice cream, placing it in the second bowl before grabbing the olive oil. he pours a trail of the oil on top of the ice cream and sprinkles some sea salt on top.

the blonde-haired boy wipes the kitchen counter, cleaning the small mess he made, and puts the ingredients back in the fridge.

he grabs both the bowls, along with two tablespoons and walks back to the living room.

“here ya go, pretty girl.” atsumu announces with a grin on his face as he hands you your bowl and a spoon.

he slides on the skandi couch right next to you and digs into his oatmeal. he glances over at you, his grin widening as he watches the pleased expression on your face as you savor the ice cream.

“do you want to try it, ‘tsumu ?” you ask as you look over at atsumu, pointing to the mixture in your bowl with your spoon.

“nah, i’m not trustin’ you with that.” he shakes his head, a loud laugh escaping him.

safe to say that you were pissed at him after that, which only made him laugh more.

[noosayog]

[baby fever] ft. sakusa kiyoomi

wc: 400

iwa | ushijima | atsumu | osamu | kageyama | oikawa

You quietly slip into the gym, taking your seat on the stands to watch the boys finish up practice. You hear the whistle and your eyes are drawn to where Iwaizumi is running drills. You can’t help the smile on your face when you see the athletic trainer standing there with his daughter, only reaching knee height, but diligently blowing the whistle every time her father gives her shoulder a tap. 

Iwaizumi calls out the last set of drills for the day and you don’t have to wait long before a dark, curly head of hair hovers overhead to shade you from the harsh lights of the gymnasium. 

You crane your head backwards, smiling widely. “Hi,” you greet your boyfriend. 

“Hey,” Kiyoomi says. 

“You don’t need to shower?” you ask.

“Nah,” he responds. “We can shower at home.” 

“Okay.” He takes hold of your hand naturally. Kiyoomi is silent but pleasant on the walk home. You hold the conversation, but you don’t mind as he hums in affirmative and flashes you his sweet close-lipped smiles in acknowledgement at the appropriate times.

“Did you see Iwaizumi’s kid?” you ask casually. 

“Hm.”

“Do you like kids?” you peer at him through your lashes.

He looks at you strangely. He thinks for a bit. “No.” 

You pout a bit. “But she was so cute!” 

“More hassle than they’re worth, don’t you think?” 

He says this in a lighthearted tone but you ponder this seriously. “I mean yeah, but don’t you think a few really good moments can outshine the ugly? It would be worth it.”

He glances at you, slightly taken aback by your earnest response. 

“I’m not pressuring you though, okay? Just want you to know that you’re the one I want a family with someday.” 

He nods slowly but says nothing else and you drop the topic willingly. He’s silent the rest of the walk and you know you got him thinking. 

When you arrive at home, he keeps his hold on your hand until you’re both standing in front of the bathroom door. You tilt your head at him in question, but don’t pull away. 

He squints a bit, like he can’t believe what he’s about to say next. 

“We have to get married first, okay?” 

“What?” 

“Married. That has to come before the kid is… conceived,” his cheeks flush a bit. 

You laugh easily, “okay, Kiyoomi.” 

He lets go of your hand, retreating into the bathroom. You make your way to your room to change, all smiles, but Kiyoomi’s hand jolts out to grab onto you. 

“Aren’t you coming in?” he asks. 

Your smile turns into a huge toothy grin, as you cheekily tell him, “I guess we could practice now if you’re so inclined.” 

He rolls his eyes, but his cheeks are red to his ears.

[444mera]

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after a week straight of being holed up in the dorm working on your finals, with an annoyingly noisy next-door neighbor at that, you're finally out at a party. with the stress of piling assignments, deadly deadlines, and an infuriating neighbor who you've endlessly tried to confront but somehow have never seen the face of — it was time to get drunk. usually, the more alcohol you drink, the more single you feel; you're blackout drunk. now flirting with the guy you've been eyeing the whole night, everything's going well. but why does his voice sound so familiar?

pairing: suna rintarou x f!reader

status: ongoing (started may 31, 2024)

genre: 18+ romance, smau + written

tags: social media au, college au, strangers to lovers, crack, fluff, angst, smut if i feel like it

warnings: swearing, alcohol, drug use (marijuana), suggestive and sexual themes, probably a lot of kms jokes/crude humour

taglist is open! comment to be tagged :)

profiles:

art students (and atsumu) | Freaky Singles Looking For Love (18+)

teasers:

semi's gig | where's bo taking us this time?

the setup.

01. hashtag pregame

02. boiler room ☆

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04.

05.

☆ mera's mail ! hey divas this is my first actual smau (but i've always wanted to make one lol!) i've regressed into my 2020-2022 haikyuu phase and i've been trying to look for smaus to no avail ... so i decided to make my own instead because i'm self-indulgent like that. ALSO the cover photo for this took me an egregious amount of time because i had to start over so i hope y'all like it. recommend some series' you think i'd enjoy! you can send me questions, suggestions, etc. in my ask too. i am also very open to moots mwahahah

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ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! atsumu comes back home, wondering how the previous events will affect your friendship   ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! timeskip! a. miya x artist! oblivious! reader, nsfw, fluff, plot   ﹒ ◠ note!! someone asked for a part 4 so here u go!! finally part! love this ending sm more ౨   wc!! 3.8k    ˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood!! series playlist

[part one] [part two] [part three]

The rumble of the train beneath him was steady, almost soothing, but Atsumu's mind was anything but calm. He shifted in his seat, his knee bouncing slightly as he stared out the window. The scenery blurred past him, but it barely registered. His thoughts were miles away, back to you, to the way your voice had wrapped around him the other night, soft and vulnerable in a way he'd never forget.

He let out a slow breath, running a hand through his golden hair as he slouched against the seat. Thoughts were racing in his mind. What if it's weird now? What if he regrets it? What if you regret it? No matter how hard he tried to shake the thoughts away they always creeped back into his mind. Sure, you'd both laughed it off a little after, but there was no denying that something between you had shifted.

But alongside the nervousness was an undeniable excitement that bubbled up every time he thought about seeing you again. He hadn't realized just how much he missed you until the distance made it impossible to ignore. The little things like your laugh, the way you'd nudge him when he was being too obnoxious, the way your presence filled his core with warmth had left a gaping hole in his routine.

He gripped the handle of his luggage as the train slowed at another stop, his foot tapping against the floor. His heart was beating a little faster now, the closer he got to home. You miss him too. You said so. That thought was enough to make him grin widely, though it didn't entirely ease the tension that coiled in his chest.

The train pulled to his stop, and he stood quickly, shouldering his bag as he stepped onto the platform. The cool evening air hit him, and he took a steadying breath while searching for his Uber.

The cool evening air swirled around you as you stood by the living room window, glancing outside though you knew he wasn't anywhere near yet. Your fingers tapped idly on the windowsill, nervous energy thrumming through you, but it wasn't anxiety. It was anticipation, pure and electric, couring through every inch of you.

Atsumu was coming home.

You tried to keep busy earlier in the day, finishing paintings and cleaning your brushes. Anything to stop yourself from staring at the clock, counting down the hours. But as the sun dipped lower your resolve broke. The apartment didn't feel quite right without him. too quiet, too empty.

Eventually, you grabbed your easel and paints, dragging them out onto the balcony. The cool breeze brushed against your skin, and the distant hum of the city provided a comforting backdrop as you set up your workspace. The sky had deepened into shades of orange and pink, fading into twilight as you started to work.

You didn't have a plan for what you were painting, not really. Your hands moved instinctively, brushing streaks of color across the canvas in a rhythm that matched the swirling of emotions inside you. The soft glow of the streetlights below and the stars beginning to peek through above became your inspiration, a reflection of the restless energy you felt.

Hours passed without you realizing, the world outside fading as you lost yourself in the strokes of your brush. Your eyelids grew heaving with every passing minute, but you were determined to keep going, to stay awake and busy until he came home.

But your body had other plans. Somewhere between blending the blues of the night sky and detailing faint stars you sat your brush down and leaned back against the chair. The breeze was cool and soothing, and the rhythmic sounds of the city below felt like a lullaby. Before you knew it, your head tipped to the side, your eyes fluttered shut, and the exhaustion of the day overtook you.

The crisp night air nipped at you as you slept, peaceful and unaware of the soft hum of a car engine pulling up outside the building.

Atsumu stepped out of the Uber, his bag slung over his shoulder, and glanced up at the apartment. A single light glowed faintly, and he smiled to himself, already imagining you waiting for him inside.

Atsumu gripped the handle of his luggage as he entered the building, his footsteps echoing faintly in the stairwell. His heart was pounding, not from exrtion, but from the bubbling anticipation of seeing you again. Each step brought him closer to the apartment, to you, and the nervous excitement tangled in his chest grew stronger.

He paused at the door, fishing out his key. For a moment, he hesitated, his hand hovering over the handle. What if things were different now? What if he'd crossed a line he couldn't uncross? He took a steadying breath, shaking the thoughts away. You missed him, he knew that much, and he wasn't going to let his own doubts ruin this moment.

The door creaked softly as he pushed it open. The apartment was dim, the faint glow of a lamp in the living room casting long shadows across the walls. He stepped inside quietly, leaving his luggage near the door and kicking off his shoes.

"Hey," He called out softly, his voice low as if not wanting to disturb the stillness. When there was no reply, he frowned slightly, glancing around. The living room was empty and the kitchen was dark. His brows furrowed. Were you asleep already?

As he moved closer to the balcony, he noticed the curtains were flowing slightly with the wind. His pulse quickened as he stepped through the curtains, and the sight that greeted him stole the breath from his lungs.

You were curled up in the chair, your head resting against the back, your face peaceful in sleep. The faint glow of the city lights painted your features in soft hues, and Atsumu's chest ached at the sight. In front of you, a finished painting rested on the easel, a swirling night sky dotted with faint stars, vibrant and alive, much like the emotions you stirred in him.

The cool night breeze brushed past him as he crouched beside you, his fingers hesitating before gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. You stirred slightly but didn't wake, your breathing steady and soft.

"Ya really worked yerself tired, huh?" He murmured under his breath, a small fond smile tugging at his lips.

Carefully, he slid one arm under your legs and the other behind your back, lifting you with practiced ease. The chair creaked softly as he shifted, and for a moment, you stirred, your head leaning against his chest.

"Shh," He whispered, his voice low and soothing, "I've got ya,"

He carried you inside, the warmth of your body pressed against him making his heart race. As he reached your bedroom door, he nudged it open with his foot, the dim light from the hallway spilling into the cozy space. Just as he stepped toward the bed, your eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep.

"Tsum?" Your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and the way you said his name made his heart ache with longing.

"Yeah, it's me," He said, his voice just as gentle, "Didn't mean to wake ya, just takin' ya to bed, yer gonna catch a cold sleepin' out there,"

A sleepy smile spread across your face as your eyes focused on him, your arms lazily wrapping around his neck as he laid you on the bed, "You're home," You murmured as if reassuring yourself he was real.

"I'm home," He confirmed, his voice thick with emotion.

Before he could say anything else, you leaned up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. It was tender and warm, filled with a quiet affection that left him completely undone.

Atsumu's breath hitched the moment your lips met his, the soft kiss catching him off guard in the best possible way. His heart felt like it skipped a beat before racing to catch up, pounding so fiercely in his chest that he was sure you could hear.

The warmth of your touch seeped into him, erasing the cold distance he'd felt during his time away. For a split second, his mind raced with questions, was this real? Did you mean it? But they all melted away as quickly as they'd come.

When his initial shock faded, he couldn't stop himself from leaning into you, his grip on you tightening instinctively. You felt so fragile and yet so solid in his arms, and the tenderness in the kiss left him utterly unraveled.

This is what he'd been missing. The thought hit him hard, and he could feel the tension from the past few days, the uncertainty, the nerves, all dissolving in that one moment.

His chest ached with the weight of emotions he couldn't fully name, relief, gratitude, longing, and something else, something bigger and harder to contain. The way you kissed him wasn't rushed of hesitant; it was soft, sure, and filled with a quiet kind of affection that hit him deeper than he expected.

When you pulled back, his lips tingled, and his whole body felt like it was buzzing. He couldn't take his eyes off you, even as your eyelids drooped with sleep again. You'd kissed him. You'd chosen to kiss him.

A faint, almost dazed smile spread across his face as he cradled you closer, his thumb brushing lightly against your side.

You smiled faintly, the corners of your lips curling in a way that left him utterly breathless, "Missed you," You murmured, your voice soft and raw, like a secret just for him.

His grip on you tightened ever so slightly, his thumb tracing gentle circles against your side, "You don't even know," He muttered, his voice a low rasp, "Missed you more than I even knew I could,"

The room seemed to shrink around you, the space between your bodies almost nonexistent now. He could feel the heat of your breath against his skin, the faint scent of your shampoo teasing his senses. It was intoxication, and every small movement from you sent a ripple through his that he couldn't control.

His hand moved without thought, fingers brushing against your cheek, his touch featherlight as if he was afraid you might disappear. Your skin was warm under his palm, grounding him in a way he didn't expect. You leaned into his touch, your eyes soft and unreadable, and that tiny movement sent a jolt through his entire body.

"Ya drive me crazy, y'know that?" He whispered, his voice barely audible, as if saying it louder might break the moment. His thumb grazed your lower lip, and his eyes followed the motion, lingering there like he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to.

You didnt reply with words, instead, your hand found his, your fingers tangling together as if to anchor him in place. The gesture was simple, yet it sent a rush of warmth through him, his heart thundering in his chest.

"Say somethin'," He pleaded softly, his forehead resting against yours now, "Anythin', just don't leave me hangin' like this,"

Your lips curved into a small smile, your voice still heavy with sleep but clear enough to make his pulse race, "I'm not going anywhere, Tsum,"

The weight of your words settled over him, pulling him further into you. His lips brushed against your temple, lingering there as if trying to commit the moment to memory. Whatever distance had been between you before had dissolved, leaving nothing but the warmth of your body against his.

"Yer voice is so pretty, y'know that?" He breathed out lowly, his voice was deep and laced with something unfamiliar.

His hips jolted against your clothed pussy, the feeling of his erection sending tingles and waves of warmth straight to your soft cheeks. Something low and consuming began to build, an ache you couldn't name but couldn't ignore.

"Tell me what you need," He breathed out, lips ghosting over yours with a small grin. The soft glow of the city pouring in from your window cast an illuminating light across his feature, highlighting the intensity of his eyes as he stared longingly at you.

Your lips were slightly parted, and the faint scent of his cologne lingered, familiar and comforting as you tried to muster up a reply but the only words you could think of at the moment were, "You,"

Your pulse raced as his hands trailed down your body, each touch slow and deliberate, igniting something deeper. His lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, then deepened as his hand wandered lower and lower, leaving your skin feeling hot below him.

Your hips had instinctively bucked up into him, grinding into his erection, earning a low groan from Atsumu at the feeling, your thoughts were a jumble of anticipation and nervousness.

"Is this okay?" He asked as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your shorts and panties.

You nodded your head needily, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Atsumu backed away to slip your clothes off, the cold air replacing his warmth as he did so. Once you were fully exposed to him he spread your legs to either side of his hips, taking in the view of you below him, your soft skin being illuminated by the moonlit window.

"Yer so perfect..." He whispered under his breath with a smile, his fingers taking their place on your clit, using his other hand to hold the underside of your thigh, "I'll stop if ya want me to,"

Your moan was barely more than a whisper, trembling and raw, as though you couldn't contain it.

"God, the way ya sound," He murmured, his voice rough with need as your moans grew softer and more desperate.

The thumb on your clit circled at a steady pace, sending waves of pleasure to your core.

"Don't, fuck, stop," You moaned out, your back moving into a slight arch from the overwhelming sense of newfound pleasure. "Need more, need you,"

Your words hung in the air as Atsumu processed them, his thumb left your clit to unzip his pants, his breathing becoming erratic as his cock sprung free from his boxers, landing on top of your stomach. Using your elbows to prop yourself up you saw the length of him, your eyes widened at the thought.

"I'll be gentle," He breathed out, one of his hands resting on your thigh while the other pumped his length. His head fell back in pleasure, and he quickly looked back towards you with a smirk.

"Are you ready?" He asked, sliding his dick up and down your slit, coating his tip in your wetness.

You nodded shyly, biting your lip as you watched his actions, your flush never leaving your cheeks.

Atsumu sunk his tip into your cunt, stretching your walls as a low, throaty moan escaped him, pulled from somewhere deep.

Your head tipped back, lips parted as a soft sound left your mouth, the sound was like music to his ears. Your gasps and moans became more drawn out and unrestrained as he sunk deeper, the stretch turning from pain to pleasure slowly.

"You like it?" He murmured, his voice quiet and rough as your quiet plea was all the confirmation he needed.

You could feel all of him inside you, your sounds turned to pants as he slowed his movement once he bottomed out, giving you time to adjust to his size and shape. You didn't need long, in fact, it hadn't even been a minute before you were grinding your hips against him, his tip hitting your soft spot with every movement, and the moan that slipped past his lips wasn't just about pleasure, it was a testament to how much he'd missed you, how much he needed this.

His hands snaked their way to your hips, gripping you gently as he pulled out, your walls aching for him before he slammed back into you, forcing a sharp shriek to slip past your lips.

"Tsum!," You gasped out as he repeated his action, craving more of the sounds you were making.

"Sorry, mm, you just sound so, fuck, so good," His voice dipped into a low groan, the sound vibrating through his chest like he was barely holding it together, as if he was clinging to the moment, "Wanna feel you cum 'round my cock, wanna hear ya,

His words were enough to make your body tense, every nerve alight as the pressure built within you, a wave of warmth spreading throughout your limbs as you welcomed the feeling, a deep shuddering feeling that made your legs shake around his hips as you chanted his name like a prayer, your breath hitching as the pleasure seemed to flood your senses, leaving you dizzy and breathless.

Atsumu felt your walls clench around him repeatedly, the feeling making his breath hitch, his thrusts becoming more erratic and sloppy as he chased his own high, your legs pulled him further into you, his tip practically kissing your cervix, the sensation sending a shudder down his body.

"Let me cum in ya, please," He pleaded desperately, "Wanna fill ya up so good 'nd so full,"

Your eyelids felt heavy as you watched his cock thrust in and out of you sloppily, the base of his length being coated in a thick white substance. "Tsum, I want you to,"

"Missed ya so much, needed ya so bad, mm, I can't- you're so- fuck-," He felt the rhythmic pause of his body as it surged, each wave of pleasure hitting him in quick, sharp bursts as a low groan escaped him, his body trembled and he leaned forward, his arms caging you to hold himself up as he grinded lightly into you, pushing his cum more into you as your walls flooded with white and warm liquid.

The air in the room hung heavy with warmth and quiet intimacy. Atsumu rested his forehead against yours, his damp hair sticking to his skin as he struggled to steady his breathing. The rise and fall of his chest matched yours, and the shared rhythm was a quiet reminder of the closeness you both had just experienced.

His arms, still caging your frame, trembled slightly, a mix of exhaustion and lingering adrenaline coursing through him. He opened his eyes slowly, his gaze meeting yours in the soft, dim light. There was something unspoken there, an overwhelming depth of emotion that he wasn't entirely sure how to put into words.

"You okay?" He finally asked, his voice low and husky, but filled with concern. He reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers lingering against your cheek as though grounding himself in the moment.

You nodded, a soft, dazed smile tugging at your lips, "Yeah, I'm okay, more than okay," Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried a sincerity that made his heart clench.

Atsumu let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, a quiet laugh escaping him as relief washed over his features, "Good," He murmured, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek, his gaze roamed your face, as if committing every detail to memory, the curve of your lips, the way your eyes softened when you looked at him, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathed.

"Yer amazin', y'know that?" He said, his voice tinged with wonder, there was no teasing in his tone, just quiet, genuine admiration.

Your cheeks warmed, and you ducked your head slightly, a shy laugh bubbling up, "You don't have to say that, Tsum,"

"I mean it," He insisted, his hand sliding down to cradle the back of your neck, keeping you close, "I don't think I've ever felt this way before 'bout anyone," His eyes held yours, unguarded and vulnerable in a way that made your chest tighten.

The weight of his words settled between you, heavy but not unwelcome, "You make me feel safe," You admitted softly, the words spilling out before you could stop them, "Like I can just be myself around you,"

His lips twitched into a lopsided smile, his heart swelling at your confession, "Good," He said, his voice a little rougher this time, "Cause I don't want ya to ever feel like ya gotta be anyone else,"

For a moment, the two of you simply stayed like that, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of the moment, the faint glow of the city lights seeped in through the window, casting a warm, golden hue over the room. Atsumu shifted slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"Lets get ya cleaned up," He said softly, his voice filled with a tenderness that sent warmth blooming in your chest, before you could protest or even process his words, Atsumu shifted, his strong arms sliding under your knees and around your back.

"Tsum, I can walk," You mumbled, your cheeks heating as he lifted you effortlessly.

He shot you a grin, playful but warm, "Nah, not takin' any chances, besides," He added, his gaze softening as you looked at you, "Lemme take care of ya, yeah?"

The sincerity in his tone silenced any further protests, and you relaxed against his chest, your arms looping around his neck. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear was grounding, a gentle reminder of how much he cared.

When he reached the doorway, he paused for a moment, his smile softening as he looked down at you, "By the way," He said, his tone teaing yet affectionate, "We're hangin' that painting up in the living room, yeah? I don't care where, but it's gonna be front and center,"

You blinked in surprise, a little taken aback by how serious he sounded about it, "You like it that much?" You asked softly, the warmth in your chest spreading further.

His grin widened as he sat you on the counter, shifting so he was standing between your legs, "I love it," He replied with a quiet sincerity, his hand brushing a lock of hair from your face, "Every time I see it, it'll remind me of you, of... this," He glanced away for a moment, a rare vulnerability in his eyes, before he looked back to you, that familiar playful gleam returning.

You chuckled, a light sound that made his heart flutter, before you nodded softly, "Alright, we'll hang it up," You agreed, your voice warm.

Atsumu leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips with a smile, "Perfect," His hand lingered on your side, grounding you both in this quiet moment. The world outside felt distant as if it didn't matter at all right now, with him close, holding you, "I'm glad to be home,"

You smiled, your heart full, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw as you whispered back, "I'm glad you're home too,"

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[haikyu-mp4]

April

word count; 764 – f!reader

As the school year came closer to its end, more and more people made their way to the library. Miya Atsumu was one of them, but he certainly wasn't there to study. Much to your annoyance, he and his friends decided to take up almost the whole table you had chosen for the day. Atsumu was more of a social guy and took part in raising the volume inside the library considerably. His friends occupied most of the table, and he sat on it with half an ass supporting him. They conversed loudly until Agnes came around the corner and silenced them, which is why Atsumu, unfortunately for you, decided to occupy the seat beside you instead.

"Hey, gorgeous," he whispered to you with a smile that wasn't close to his real one. You could see it was plastered and had no interest in taking up the conversation. "I'm Atsumu. What are you working on?" Atsumu was already persistent in his pursuit of getting you to talk to him.

"Don't think you would understand it anyway. I've never even seen you in here holding an actual book," you jabbed back with an uninterested sigh. However, this didn't make his smile falter; you just became even more interesting.

"So you have noticed me?" he asked. You looked up, frustrated but also mildly amused. He was annoying, that's for sure, but then why were you intrigued to keep talking?

"You're so loud! It would be impossible to ignore you. This isn't a park, Atsumu." You twirled the pencil in your hand to emphasise that this meant the library.

"I totally thought it was. Look at all these plants!" He wasn't saying it in a challenging manner, but rather like he wanted you to laugh, which you did, and a more genuine smile fell on his lips at the sound.

"Sure, Atsumu. Why don't you spike a ball across the room and see what happens." This time, he was the one laughing.

Somehow, hearing you say his name made him feel something. People say my name all the time... "Maybe I will!" His smile and raised eyebrows had you bursting with butterflies, which annoyed you to no end. "W-" His next words were interrupted by one of his friends grabbing his shoulder.

"We're getting out of here, dude. You coming?" The friend, presumably Suna Rintaro, looked at Atsumu expectantly, but he just looked at you. You had turned back to your schoolwork, so he admired your side profile.

"Nah, I think I'll stay a little longer. Text me later, though." They did a small handshake, and the whole group of noisy students left your table.

"Why don't you go with your friends?" you asked him without looking up.

"What's your name?" he answered with a different question, not even acknowledging yours.

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, you looked up with a straight face. "Y/n. Now, please, just let me work."

"I'm here to study too, y/n." Atsumu turned around and grabbed the first book he saw out of the shelf.

"You're studying Latin history?" you questioned the title of the book. Did your school even offer that? He took a moment to look at the book like it betrayed his trust before answering.

"I am now."

Thus, you and Atsumu suddenly sat in silence and read your separate books. Whether Atsumu was reading or not was questionable, and his thoughts were more related to what he should say next to keep the conversation going while he kind of had your attention.

Unfortunately, you could not focus either when he kept pushing your foot under the table. Atsumu closed his book and leaned back in his chair, not minding the sound it made even though some people turned to glare at him. You rolled your eyes instinctively, trying not to lose your word on the page in the process.

"Hey, y/n?" After a second, you looked up to meet his eyes, trying to look as annoyed as possible while lifting a hand to use your pointer finger as a temporary marker of where you were on the page. Your annoyance only made Atsumu’s closed-lip smile widen. "Wanna go out with me and some friends tonight? I kind of have to leave now, but I'm sure they wouldn't mi-" Realization struck, and you looked at the clock.

"Oh, I forgot! Shit, shit, shit."

"Whew, language! Is that a yes?" he asked jokingly.

"I have somewhere to be, sorry." Rushing out, you left Atsumu behind with a frown on his face. You could have just said no...

The Schoolyear Series ║ masterlist

[soukokuchild]

Atsumu: sugar dissolves into water so please don't walk in the rain or I might lose a sweetie like you

Kiyoomi:

Kiyoomi: this time I'm killing you for real.

[once again the team had to physically stop him]

[suhkusa]

EGOIST 17.

PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader

CW. plot, angst, smut, very much uh-oh-moment

A/N. ruh roh

-> MASTERLIST.

The morning goes by in a blur, and before you know it you’re on the bus on the way to the big stadium. Atsumu didn’t even have to ask, opting to just take the seat. 

Unlike the last time, you two chatted the whole way down. You guys had to be shushed by a couple other players who were trying to nap, to which the two of you snickered.

Once you guys arrive, the Coach sends you on errands. Taking final notes on the Adlers, meeting with camera crews, grabbing schedules. You nearly broke out in a sweat by how much you were running around. The arena was huge. You definitely got your steps in for the day.

By the time you make it back to the team’s locker room, everyone is already ready. 

“Y/N, go ahead and fix yourself up and meet us out there for the pre-game interviews,” Foster tells you.

The rest of the guys trickle out and you can hear as they chatter with the interviewers outside of the room. Quickly, you grab your brush and fix your hair. Grabbing your oil blotting sheets, you dab them on your face before finishing up with some lip oil.

You join the rest of the outside before a woman with a “PRESS” lanyard walks up to you. The microphone is shoved in your face before you know it.

“How is it being the Jackal’s manager?”

“Not bad, I love being able to be apart of this team and the players make it easy,”

She nods at your response, “Do you think they’re gonna manage this Championships? Last year they lost against the Adlers,”

Your eyes widen a bit but you manage to put your best poker face, “Of course! They’ve been doing tons of practicing and have improved immensely over this past season,”

She nods once more, “Alright, thank you for your time!”

Once she walks away you can feel yourself become self conscious. Did you look okay?

A hand on your shoulder shakes you out of your thoughts, “How’d it go?”

“Atsumu! I didn’t know I was going to be interviewed,” you sigh, “I think it went okay,”

“Yeah, I’m sure you did fine,” he smiles, “the coach wants you, we’re about to walk out to the court,” 

You spare him a nod before walking away to find Foster.

You can hear all the announcers and fans from where you and the team stood. They were just finishing up announcing Adler's team. You peek out and see the light colors change as the announcers call the “MSBY Jackals” out to the court.

All the players run out, you wish them the best of luck as they pass by you. Atsumu spares you a wink as he rushes by, causing you to roll your eyes.

You and the coach Foster follow shortly behind as you two find the team’s benches. You cheer as they introduce the starting line up. 

With a blow of a whistle, the game commences.

Bokuto starts the match off with a strong serve, earning the Jackal’s the first point of the game. You go wild along with the crowd. 

With all the hardcore practicing the men have been put through, they easily take the first two sets. It’s a tug of war for the next two sets, the Adler’s pulling out their star player Hoshiumi from the benches, boosting their team’s morale and offense.

You're on your toes by the 5th set. Your inner cheek is chewed raw with how badly you were anxiously gnawing at it. It’s so scary, especially with how the Adlers manage a 5 point lead from the get-go. 

Fosters chooses to call for a timeout, leading you to stand up and help the boys cool down. You hand them towels, water, and any words of encouragement you’re able to get out. 

“Y/N,” Atsumu calls from behind you, and you can tell from his face alone that he's heated.

“Calm down, you were doing good, don’t let them shake you,” you take the towel wrapped around his neck and wipe his forehead. “Drink more water, the timeouts about to end,”

Atsumu nods before taking the bottle out of your hand, chugging it down before nodding at you and making his way back to the court.

After multiple grueling rallies, the Jackal’s manage to finally catch up, 10-9. 

There’s people booing and cheering, it’s all overwhelming. You just want them to take it home.

The Jackals continue to score, point after point. The Adlers are on their tail, but still can’t catch up to them.

With the slam of a ball, the stadium roars. 15-13, the Jackals have finally ended this match, crowning them the Champions of this volleyball season.

The men are screaming and yelling, bumping against each other as they cheer. Some are in tears and some are smiling so hard their cheeks might fall off. You don’t realize you’re crying until the Coach slaps you on the back, pulling you in for a hug. 

He releases you as a cameraman approaches him, allowing you to grab your bag from under the benches.

You’re in the air before you know it, “Hey- Atsumu!”

You’re smiling as you look down at him. 

“You did it!”

There’s no words spoken before he pulls you in for a hug. A big, warm, sweaty hug. Despite all that, it’s comforting. You hug him back, face buried in his uniform as you congratulate him.

You’re caught off guard when a warm kiss is placed on the crown of your head. You look up at him, confusion hinted in your eyes, before he releases you to join Sakusa and Meian in their interviews.

“Y/N, let’s go to the locker room while we wait,” Foster catches your attention.

“Yes, sir,” you smile.

Once the boys finish their interviews, the locker room is loud. There’s music, champagne being popped, cheers. Cameramen and their crew are shoved in there trying to get postgame footage.

You’re caught up in the fun of it all when Sakusa catches your attention,

“You with Miya?” he questions, a small smile tugging the side of his mouth.

“Ah-” you’re not sure why you’re surprised, it’s not like you guys hid it, “Sort of, we’re just talking,”

“I see,” he nods in understanding, “you should hop on the game, the other guys miss you,”

You smile back up at him and nod before you join in with the cheers once again.

———

The guys decide to not to hit the usual spot, all of them being tuckered out and ready to sleep. Meian decided that there will be a party at a later date, which you don’t complain about. You were ready to knock out.

“Y/N,” Atsumu catches you before you get into your car, “you want to come over?”

“It’s late,” you whine, “Maybe tomorrow?”

“C’mon my house is closer, it’s literally down the street,”

True.

You felt yourself being dragged along to Atsumu’s shenanigans once again, collapsing onto his bed as soon as you got the chance.

“Sooo tired,” Atsumu mocks before he collapses on top of you, nearly squashing you to death.

“F-uck,” you squeal, “I can’t breathe you pig,”

He laughs as you struggle to get him off of you. When he finally decides you’ve had enough, he rolls off of you, allowing the two of you to be side to side.

“Whew,” he breathes out, “I deserve an award,” he turns his head to you, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“Ugh,” you shove him, “in your wildest dreams,”

“At least a kiss,” he pouts.

You laugh, “You’re so ugly,” you smile before leaning into a smooshed kiss. It’s messy but it’s warm.  

It’s just a kiss, until it’s not. And once again, you find yourself falling into Atsumu’s trap again. He’s on top of you, and weirdly enough, you want more.

You’ll blame it on your stupid hormones and adrenaline but it feels like you need him. You’re tugging him closer and closer until you’re essentially one.

Your shirt is guided off, “Fuck, you’re perfect,” you hear him mutter as a hand sneaks under your bra to thumb at the nipple. 

You’re gasping into his mouth, hips rising into his as a plea for more. And he gives in. Lifting your hips, he tugs your bottoms off before tugging his dick from his briefs.

You’ve felt how big he was but you never saw his actual length before, and big it was. It almost made you want to back out, but the ache in your cunt begged for otherwise.

“Please,” you moan as his hand hovers over your pussy, “‘Tsumu,”

“So impatient,” he chuckles, “whatever you want,”

He slowly works a lengthy finger into your hole, curling it inside of you and watching as your face contorts with pleasure. 

Another one is added, stretching you out in preparation for himself. He works them in and out of you, cooing words of praise into your ear. 

You’re practically riding his fingers, hips moving on their accord as you fuck yourself on his girthy digits. Your relief is pulled from underneath you as he tugs his fingers from out of you. 

You whine at the emptiness, “please,” you’re tugging at tufts of hair on the back of his head. 

“Yeah, yeah, just you wait,” he mumbles as he lines himself up to your entrance, hissing as his tip slowly squeezes into your tight cunt.

Tears prod at your eyes as you begin to feel full of him. You grasp onto his back as he thrusts into you, dick plummeting your insides as you moan into his ear.

“So good,” you sob, “Want you,”

You can see him hide a smile through your wet eyes before he pulls your chin to face him for another sloppy kiss. Your bodies are in harmony as he fucks you through your tears. You’re babbling nonsense as he groans from the grip your cunt has on him.

Yes, you’ve had your own fair share of fucks, but it’s never been this good. His hands move down to your ass, gripping the flesh there as he continues to fuck you. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Atsumu grunts, breath heavy from the force he’s using.

His words push you closer to edge until you’re gasping as you cum around his cock, twitching as your orgasm rips through your body.

“Holy shit,” Atsumu nearly struggles to pull himself from inside you, until white ropes of cum spill from his tip onto your stomach, the warmth of it on your skin spreading through your body.

Your head feels fuzzy, as the aftermath of your relief washes over you. 

Through wet lashes you can see him smirk down at you, “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

Atsumu’s gentle, compared to earlier, when he wipes you down. A soft, warm rag makes its way from your head down to your sensitive heat as he cleans you. 

“You’re beautiful, Y/N,” Atsumu whispers as he works one his shirts onto your body, “I love you,”

After cleaning himself up, he finds a space on the bed next to you, tucking the both of you in. At the feeling of his presence, you move closer to him and tuck your head near the crevice of his neck. 

“I like you, too,” is all you are able to mumble out before the feeling of slumber takes you away.

———

Atsumu smiles as you fall asleep in his arms. He’s about to join you when a ping on his phone catches his attention.

Osamu [2:43AM]: yo have you seen this? {link attachment}

Atsumu clicks the link before it takes him to Twitter, and his jaw nearly drops out of its socket. 

It’s a picture of you and Sakusa walking out of the bar and into a car with the caption, “MSBY MANAGER SLEEPING AROUND WITH FELLOW PLAYERS? Learn more…”.

It wasn’t just any picture. It was one that Atsumu took.

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[kameyyy]

PASSION - ATSUMU MIYA X READER

INTRODUCTIONS: 4 lifers

MASTERLIST !!

LORE:

- 📍OSAKA - they're all MSBY jackals players - they live together - sakusa has a ring camera in his room because he doesn’t trust hinatsubo and his room's lock is broken and their landlord hasn't fixed it yet - at first it was just hinatsubo and sakusa lived on his own but his landlord kicked him out within like a month and in a big city like osaka it's a pain in the ass to find a good apartment quickly - he says he lives with them only temporarily but hasn't looked for other apartments in a while - atsumu cannot cook for his life - they tend to crash at osamu's shop whenever they feel hungry (minus sakusa) and osamu is sick of his ass - hinata has a history of getting scammed and they only recently found out it's always the same guy (because hinata broke his silence otherwise sakusa would've called it earlier) - bokuto obviously knew about hinatas scam but when he saw the poorly changed and written email about akaashi his mind went blank - sakusa considered texting meian to schedule a media safety lesson for hinata and bokuto

- hinata plays roblox and fortnite in his freetime - bokuto and atsumu had an argument about whether you drink milk from a glass or a mug - bokuto is for mugs, atsumu is for glass - the argument was pretty intense - sakusa likes to journal when he's left alone in his room so he can express his other emotions (besides anger & hate) instead of bottling them up - he's a little emotionally constipated - when atsumu isn't bothering his roomates he hangs out with osamu and suna and they sometimes reminisce about their time in highschool (he lowkey misses living with osamu but would never admit it)

taglist, open (comment or send an ask);

[idlerin]

PHANTASMA

a haikyuu social media modern fantasy au

pairing. miya atsumu x f!reader

synopsis. someone was trying to kill miya atsumu. you don’t know who, well, what exactly was going to try and suck the life out of him (probably quite literally). what you do know is that you have to protect him—bound by oath and protocol—whether you liked it or not. out of everyone in campus, you just had to be assigned to the most arrogant and obnoxious of the bunch. this wasn’t your first rodeo but it was going to be the first pain in the ass.

tags. social media au, college au, modern fantasy au, horror (slight), comedy (yes, uhm hopefully), romance is a subplot (bc this is gonna be mostly plot-ish heavy, mostly world building and will include lots of side characters), forced proximity, atsumu is a piece of shit, you hate each other !

warnings. i cant think of much, graphic descriptions? (bc supernaturals n stuff), time stamps arent important !

status. on-going (06/19/24 —)

may the inferno bless you,

00. defend and protect

01. conflict of interest

02. im watching you

03. stalker freak

04.

05.

tba !

taglist is OPEN ! [slots taken: 20/50]

to be added to the taglist you can just send in an ask or comment :)

notes. so this is like such an experiment lmao but i wanted to try mixing the social media and modern fantasy aspect ! so the story will be told in images and through a phone (crazy technology) i will cheat sometimes and use phone calls tho heheheeheh. anyways love sick will be the priority still this is my silly little side project inspired by my fav manga (tbhk) and the book ninth house (i use the term gray from there). fun fact abt me is i read mostly fantasy books but im a romance writer lol.

themes inspired by tbhk and ninth house is not mine but the overall content of this smau is. please do not repost this on any other platform. © idlerin 2024

[nectardaddy]

songs in the gravel . . . a. miya + f!reader

⋆｡ bitter winds | wc: 769

warnings . . . angst, failed past relationship, talk of aging and the feelings associated with it, feelings of being left out/left behind, regret, loneliness 

The man sighed as he leaned against the kitchen counter, the marble edge leaving a small indentation on his arm from just how long he’d been standing there. He didn’t mean to get carried away with doom scrolling through social media, his other hand on his cheek. Didn’t mean to roll his eyes as another one of his brother’s wedding photos passed his feed, and surely didn’t mean to linger on a photo that made his heart ache. A simple photo, really, a few friends gathered in a bar and nothing more. But it was her. It was always her. He felt his stomach drop as soon as the picture popped up minutes earlier, and felt a pang that rattled his insides all the way to the bone. 

He couldn’t help but stare, to hover over the picture for far too long. He hadn’t spoken to her in years, frankly forgot about her until the moment hit him with force and nearly brought him to his knees. She was a bit older, as was he, and despite the wide grin she held in the image he could pick out the small lines near her lips that weren’t there before. Maybe she stayed in the sun while in his absence, maybe it was stress, or the daunting fact that both were getting older. He often tried to repress the thought of aging, but the few, tiny gray hairs that peaked through faux blonde made it hard to forget. It was even harder knowing that everyone around him seemed to progress while he did not. 

The off season brought him home, but home was empty. No longer living with his parents, but a rather nice apartment that he used to share with his brother. But his brother had gotten married a few months ago, and left the apartment cold and empty. No more laughter, no more teasing, and no more seeing Osamu’s stupid face in the morning. At first, he was overjoyed with the concept of living alone. But then the loneliness crept in. Settled in shallow veins late at night when he tried to go to sleep, and remained throughout the day as every corner he turned held no one. 

He felt like he was getting left behind. Hometown friends coming and going, moved entirely, or had other things to do than drink in a barren apartment. Kita had gotten married, started a family, and now lived on a farm. Suna would rather stay in Shizuoka than the “hick ass city” (as he put it) of Hyōgo, so he was rarely ever in town anymore. Aran, while home more often, was often hard to reach. And his teammates, understandably, made plans to see their own families during the off season - leaving him, undeniably alone. 

Excruciatingly alone. 

The isolation was gentle at first, slowly creeping upon him like a pot starting to boil. But as he still looked at the picture in front of him, the bubbles began to roll until finally spilling over. She was happy, she was laughing, she had friends - she didn’t remember him anymore. The nauseating feeling of being left out hit him in his chest and he felt the sudden urge to heave, to spill his guts right then and there. 

Osamu always called the woman “the one who got away” in regards to Atsumu. In reality, the man let it happen. Too preoccupied in his career, and with little to no balance within his life, he let the relationship fall through his fingers like sand. It wasn’t until nearly a year after, he realized the hollow ache in his chest without her in his life. An emptiness that ate away at him, nipping and biting until there was nothing left - a shell of the man he once was. But as years passed, he started to repress the wretched feelings. Bottled them up and crammed them down within the chasms of his mind, never to be felt again. 

Until now. 

The man put his phone face down on the counter roughly; the sharp snap of the case hitting cold marble made his ears ring in contrast to the quiet apartment. He put his hands to his face and covered his eyes with a loud sigh, shaky as it took up a sense of desperation. The sinking feeling of regret trickled into his mind as he stood there, elbows still against the cool marble and calloused hands over his face, until it completely devoured him. Swallowed him whole, with not a single piece left, and he once again felt alone. 

Completely, and utterly, alone.

“Fuck.”

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NISSAN ALTIMA - DOECHII

the place is hot and damp.

after carrying the heavy baggage of assignment after assignment, the party's a breath of fresh air; despite the suffocating bodies of sweaty college kids. walking through the crowd, all the tension in your body relaxes, and you feel a cool hand on your back.

"y/n! you actually made it!" the voice beams at you. it's hard to hear clearly over the music swelling in your ears, so you turn your body to get a better look at the person greeting you.

it was bokuto, the sweetest man you've ever met. you've been friends with him since freshman year, which wasn't surprising since he got along with practically everyone. despite this, your friendship was special to both of you. meeting on the first day of college eased your nerves, given how tense you were. how couldn't you be? it was the first day, you knew basically no one.

catching yourself drifting into thought, you shift your attention back to him. you realize it's been a few seconds after he said something. your eyes meet his.

"hi kou," you smile warmly at him. you're trying your best to sound like yourself right now. you haven't been to a party in months and while the atmosphere is flashy and fun, you're still a bit on edge.

he notices something's off, making a face akin to when you would quiz him during your study sessions. he gently grabs your hand. "come with me! i was just with saeko in the garage, her and the volleyball team are playing pool!"

as your lips part to reply to him, saeko suddenly appears in front of you both now. she's out of breath. "saeko, what's going on?" bokuto asked, brows slightly wrinkling. he's worried. shit, you are too.

"not now, bo," she replies. she looks at you like you could save her life right now. bokuto stares dumbfoundedly.

"y/n! come with me please, i need a favor. we'll talk later, bo!" saeko passively says goodbye to him as she grabs your hand and leads you away.

"do you know how to dj?" she yells over the music.

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mess it up

sakusa kiyoomi x miya atsumu x f!reader

part four - masterlist

word count: 1,561

tw: implied history of abuse, injury - mention of blood

It was late in the evening when Sakusa Kiyoomi finally woke up. He reached over and found Atsumu’s side of the bed cold and undisturbed. He rolled his eyes; the idiot was probably still at the gym, undoubtedly pushing himself too far. Atsumu rarely took matters of health and wellbeing seriously, much to Sakusa’s chagrin.

A pleasant aroma had filled the apartment. As Sakusa rubbed his eyes, he picked up on rustling sounds coming from the kitchen. Maybe Atsumu was home after all.

Sakusa slipped on his sweatpants before making his way down the hall. Sure enough, something was being prepared. The savory aroma seemed to awaken Sakusa’s appetite; he hadn’t eaten much today. He smiled softly at the humming coming from around the corner.

He took another step forward, then froze.

It wasn’t Atsumu.

It was you.

He frowned, frustrated to find himself alone with you again. It’s not that he didn’t like you; in fact, he was surprised how much you had grown on him in these past weeks. No, it was the longing within him that frustrated him. He was finally happy. He loved Atsumu and the life they had built together. But something in him yearned to reach out to you, to be something more. And that terrified him.

Lost in his own thoughts, Sakusa didn’t think to announce his presence. You turned, and shrieked in surprise.

Sakusa started as well, first at your scream, then at the sound of the wine glass you held shattering across the floor.

After glaring down at the mess, his eyes returned to you, looking like a deer in headlights.

“I’m so—” you began.

“What the hell?” Sakusa snapped, trying to control his temper. It was an accident, he knew that. But he was sick, and tired, and now had this mess to deal with.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, shrinking further back. “I’m really sorry. I’ll clean this up now.”

You crouched down and began to pick up pieces of broken glass. Sakusa noticed you trembling. Fuck, he hadn’t meant to startle you so badly.

He exhaled, taking a moment to compose himself. “Here, let me help,” he said as he stepped into the small space.

“It’s ok, I’ve got it,” you said, your voice strained.

Sakusa continued forward, reaching his longer frame over you to pick up a towel from the counter.

“No!” you cried out as he loomed over you. Sakusa watched, horrified, as you hurried to scramble away from him. Right through the shattered glass.

He froze. Again. His mind was racing, but he could seem to form coherent thoughts.

You were huddled in the corner now, clutching your wounded hand against your chest. Tears began to slip down your face, but your eyes never left him.

“Why did you—are you ok?” he finally managed to ask.

“I’m sorry. Just give me a second. I’ll clean it up,” you replied meekly.

“It’s ok,” Sakusa said softly, crouching down to your level. “Can I look at your hand? That looks pretty bad.”

You looked down at your hand, eyes widening as if you were just now registering the injury. Blood had already begun to drip down your forearm.

“It’s ok,” Sakusa repeated, feeling like he was talking down a skittish animal. “I have a first aid kit, but you may need stitches. Can I take a look?”

He inched himself forward, but you immediately flinched. He paused, not knowing what to do. Were you really that scared of him?

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, then rushed past him and down the hall before he could register what was going on.

He jumped up to follow you, but heard the bathroom door shut and the lock click.

Still, he tried the doorknob. Sakusa called your name, knocking gently on the door.

“Please. I just want to help.”

No response.

Sakusa paced back in forth in front of the door. He tried to get you to respond a few more times, to no avail. He then glanced back and noticed drops of blood on the floor. Should he break down the door? What if you lost too much blood and passed out?

As Sakusa’s thoughts began to spiral, he knew he had to act. He ran back to the bed room and grabbed his phone, calling Atsumu. You were his friend, his ex, after all. He would know what to do.

No answer.

Sakusa dialed again.

Still no answer.

He tried a third time and felt like throwing his phone against the wall at the sound of Atsumu’s stupid voicemail greeting.

My name is Miya Atsumu. I’m your favorite volleyball player’s favorite volleyball player. And I’m serving exactly what you are. Cu—*beep*

“Atsumu, call me back as soon as you get this,” Sakusa seethed, then hung up to text him the same message. Atsumu was notorious for neglecting his phone during practice. Who knows when he would respond. Sakusa had to figure something else out.

Osamu was his second choice, but he was all the way back in Hyogo. Sakusa pinched the bridge of his nose and made another call.

“Hey cuz!” Motoya answered cherrily. “What’s up?”

“Hi. Do you have Suna’s number?” Sakusa asked, cutting straight to the chase.

“Uh, yeah. I can text it to you. Is everything ok?” Motoya asked warily.

Sakusa hesitated. The situation felt like something you wouldn’t want shared with strangers, but he was in way over his head. He needed guidance, and he trusted Motoya. He quickly relayed the situation, keeping his voice low so you wouldn’t overhear.

“Shit, that does sound bad,” Motoya replied, “Good call on reaching out to Suna, he always has his phone on him. I’ll text you his number and let him know to get in touch with you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Sakusa sighed, feeling relieved to have a plan coming together.

“Of course. Do you need me to come over?” Motoya offered.

“No, not right now. I don’t want to make it worse,” Sakusa answered.

There was a pause, then Sakusa phone buzzed as Suna’s contact information came through.

“There’s Suna’s number,” Motoya said, “And Omi—I know you’re trying, but be gentle with her, ok?”

Sakusa’s heart clenched. Even Motoya, a complete stranger to you, showed more compassion than he had been able to.

“Yeah. Thanks again,” Sakusa said before hanging up. He slumped against the wall and took a deep breath, glancing back at the closed door. You still hadn’t emerged, or made a single sound for that matter.

Before Sakusa could spiral further, his phone began to vibrate.

“This is Saku–”

“What did you do?” Suna Rinatoru asked harshly.

“I don’t know!” Sakusa snapped, then quickly lowered his voice. “I don’t know. I startled her, then tried to help clean up a broken glass and startled her again. She literally crawled through the glass to get away from me, Suna. Now she’s locked herself in the bathroom, and Atsumu won’t answer his goddamn phone, and I don’t know what to do!”

“Fuck, ok, calm down,” Suna replied, his tone much softer, “I’m leaving now, I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Can you slide your phone under the door? Or put me on speaker?”

“Yeah, I can put you on speaker,” Sakusa said as he stumbled towards the door. He knocked gently, then set his phone down.

“Hey, Baby,” Suna said, using the nickname Sakusa didn’t have the courage to employ himself. “I’m coming over, alright. You doing ok?”

The silence between the two men was thick.

“Uh...can she hear me?” Suna asked.

“I think so,” Sakusa whispered back. He could hear the sounds of the city in the background as Suna made his way towards the train station.

“Hmm. Oh! One tap on the door for you’re ok, two taps for you’re not ok,” Suna suggested. Sakusa held his breath, hoping you would answer. Hoping that you were ok, and not bleeding out alone on the floor. He needed you to be ok so he could fix this.

Tap tap tap

Sakusa straightened up, then looked down at his phone.

“Did I hear three taps?” Suna asked.

“Yeah. What does that mean?” Sakusa asked.

“I dunno man, I didn’t make up a code for three knocks. Babes, you lose too much blood in there?”

Tap tap

“Should I take that as no you didn’t lose too much blood or no you’re not ok?” Suna asked worriedly.

Tap

“Ask yes or no questions,” Sakusa huffed.

“You ask them, man! You’re there,” Suna snapped back, “Geez, she was probably telling you to fuck off.”

Tap

Sakusa’s eyes widened. Suna chuckled over the phone.

“Baby’s got jokes, then. Sakusa, I’m hanging up and getting on the train. I’ll be there in a few minutes. It’s gonna be ok.”

Sakusa ended the call, then stared at his reflection in the blank screen. He realized how intensely his brows were knitted, which probably wasn't helping his pounding headache. He took a deep breath, trying to ground himself before even more chaos ensued.

In the silence of the apartment, Sakusa hoped. He hoped Suna could help you. He hoped Atsumu would come home and smooth things over. He hoped you would be ok. But most of all, he hoped he hadn't irrevocably messed up what was between you before it even had a chance to start.

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The Movie

word count; 1078 – f!reader, part 2 of this

Walking out of the restaurant that evening with your friends, you were all laughing about some joke while pulling your jackets on. You only brought a light jacket and planned to walk home at a quick pace to avoid the cold. However, that plan was quickly interrupted by a familiar voice yelling a shortened version of your name after most of your friends had gone their own ways. "Hey!"

"You hate when people call you that," one of your friends said with a questioning tone, but you had no good answer. I thought so too. Instead of admitting that, you only shrugged your shoulders.

Looking across the street, you saw Atsumu side by side with his identical twin. The two made their way across the street to you, and you couldn't shake off how Atsumu’s smile seemed to light up the night just a little. "Hey, what are you doing here?" Perhaps it was a weird question, but you didn't care too much at the moment. Your eyes drifted to Atsumu’s brother, and you nodded at each other in greetings.

"We were at the bar across the street, remember I invited you to join us?" His brother seemed to glance at Atsumu curiously for a minute before a lightbulb went on above his head and he looked back at you.

"I'm Osamu, nice to meet you. I heard Atsumu stayed behind for a while to be with you in the library. What were you working on?" You shook hands, your full attention on him now.

"I was reading material for a project, but ‘Tsumu read some Latin history," Osamu’s eyes widened, but he didn't acknowledge the new information out loud.

"What do you study?" You two kept talking for about ten minutes before Atsumu finally got some attention again. Not that he gave you much choice after begrudgingly letting you talk to his brother for so long.

"I guess I should follow y/n home and make sure she's safe. See you later, ‘Samu!" He decided and hooked his arm under yours to drag you down the street before you could protest.

"Bye, ‘Samu!" you called over your shoulder, to which he responded with a wave. Osamu looked at you two with suspicion. Did Atsumu think Osamu hadn't noticed him staring at you for the past year?

After a couple of minutes of walking, you sighed awkwardly and snuck your arm out of his tight clutch as you decided to try and talk to Atsumu. "Wow, he was nice,"

"You think Osamu is nice after ten minutes of talking? I spent all day with you, and you only seem to be annoyed by my presence."

"Firstly, we were only in the library together for about an hour or two. Secondly, how can you two be twins? He's so..." you paused for effect, and Atsumu felt like steam was seeping from his ears. "Cool." You knew you were taking it a bit too far, but he just looked so funny when his pretty face was annoyed. Wait, pretty?

He was visibly upset with you and crossed his arms across his chest while walking. You waited for a comeback of some sort, but he just sped up to where you couldn’t see his face anymore.

"Wait, I'm sorry. I still don't get why you even care so much about me liking you." You stopped walking and looked at the back of his head expectantly.

Atsumu hesitantly turned around, looking conflicted. I don't get it either. "Why does that matter? What I still don't understand is why you're so stubborn about it!"

"How about a movie at my place? We can have popcorn, and I'll try not to roll my eyes every time you open your mouth."

That's how you and Atsumu ended up on opposite ends of your dorm couch, throwing popcorn at each other and arguing about which team you were on in Captain America: Civil War.

"How can you not see that Iron Man is in the right here?" Atsumu asked, exasperated, looking like he had never heard such injustice before as to argue against it. You were sharing a blanket, facing each other.

"Have you seen Steve's ass?!" You rested your case in a loud voice to overgo his. The look that took over the man's face was hilarious, in your opinion. He gaped a little, one eye twitching.

"Well, if you want to bring in their physical assets, that's a whole other discussion." It was somewhat charming that he would be willing to have that discussion too. I could bicker with him for hours and never get tired.

You had somehow managed to scoot closer to each other, bending your knees to shorten the space when engaged in the argument. At Atsumu’s response, the corners of your mouth lifted in a genuine smile. The man was taken aback, and it triggered his smile too.

Suddenly, you kissed the tip of your fingers and pressed it to his cheek, leaving it warm to the touch. "Fine, let's just watch the movie and see who wins," you teased, scrunching your nose and leaning back on the armrest again.

Atsumu bit the inside of his cheek to control his smile, knowing you only said that because you already watched it before. Instead of continuing the argument, he enjoyed the way your legs entangled in the middle of the couch as you got more comfortable with him.

When the movie ended, Atsumu took the initiative to stand up first, picking up his jacket that hung over the back of a chair. "Thanks for having me," he said and scratched his neck awkwardly. "I guess I'll see you around."

"Maybe. Let me know if you need help with Latin history." You were clearly teasing him, and Atsumu couldn't help the little snort from his nose. It took him a second to remember what you were talking about, but he made a face when he realised.

"I will, nerd.” He walked backwards out the door after opening it, looking at your playful squint in adoration.

"Bye, ‘Tsumu."

"Bye, y/n."

The lovestruck looks on your faces when the door closed were like something out of a movie. You had to sit down again as the door closed behind him, smiling to yourself and shaking your head in disbelief, while Atsumu walked with a light spring in his step and a laugh still lingering in his chest.

Your story has only just begun.

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