#miya atsumu

[throwmethroughawindow]

My babbiiieeesss

I had a terrible week and lost my motivation to finish this picture 😔. please accept beach boys

[tulippanes]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

atsumu m. x reader

・❥ 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦

Calling all hopeless romantics in dire need! Need relationship advice? She's your girl. After all, they don't call her the campus cupid for nothing! When it comes to her own romantic life, it's a whole shit show. She's got a line of exes. Cheaters, manipulators, victim complexes, pick me's, you name 'em! Therefore anything lovey dovey? Hard pass. Now once a man named Atsumu Miya sweeps in and is paired up with her for a psychology project, perhaps there's a chance he can change her perspective on love. Even a little. Who says cupid can't be romanced anyway?

: ̗̀ ➵ WARNINGS

language, kms/kys jokes, mentions of manipulation/cheating/etc, mentions of drinking and alcohol, they start off on the wrong foot, very cliché scenes and flirting tactics that inevitably end up failing, possible cringe, also possible second hand embarrassment, light angst, some miscommunication, bad ways at handling feelings, Atsumu being stupid

: ̗̀ ➵ DYNAMICS

Blended SMAU, College Romance, Silly x Serious type shi, or maybe slight Golden Retriever x Black Cat vibes, Rivals (?) to Somewhat Friends to Somewhat Lovers, Fluff, Slight Slow Burn

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 ➻ coming soon

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ➻ open

PROFILES .ᐟ.ᐟ

lauvers | the 3 that survived the friend group | #triplets

NOTES .ᐟ.ᐟ

♥︎ means there's a written portion!

PLAYLIST .ᐟ.ᐟ

here!

𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: YUCK!

i. another boring project... with a twist ♥︎

ii. anti-compliance ♥︎

iii. complaints, complaints, complaints

iv. reluctant compliance

v. how NOT to get a number ♥︎

TBA...

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗗𝗟𝗘: Hm.

TBA...

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐃: Oh!

TBA...

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃

You've (kind of) bewitched me.

a/n another smau..... hoepfully this will be just as fun as nasty dog!!!!! idk i thoight of this on a whim n thought it was a cute concept ijbolll did I base this off a laufey song? yes.

[jesswritesthat]

Miya Atsumu: VBC

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: -1.8k, fluff

• Joining the Inarizaki volleyball team isn’t what you expected, but maybe someone can help with that.

Warnings: fem!reader, curses

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In honesty you were ecstatic to transfer to Inarizaki High for second year, it gave you the opportunity to reconnect with your best friend and you'd heard amazing things about the volleyball club there. Hamada Yuki and yourself had been on a team together in middle school, she remains your favourite setter but that might be bias.

The key word being 'were'. It wasn't until you'd arrived did you understand the misconception - you had every intention of joining the females VBC despite your friends' discernment. Upon passing the advertising for after school clubs, you noted their sales pitch wasn't exactly suited to one's passion for the sport.

"The main reason to join is for the Miya twins!"

It was rather a passion for the boys.

"But this is the girls team." You'd deadpan stated, as if this resolved everything.

Alas the promoter and captain disagreed with a gleaming smile that suggested she'd been begging to elaborate on such things.

"Yes exactly! Atsumu and Osamu are interested in volleyball, meaning the boys team are liable to play us during training. Giving us a chance to spend time and learn from them~"

"Great, I'm all for the competition but—"

"If you're lucky you might even end up with a hot boyfriend!"

Instantly the leaflet in your palm was scrunched, a huff of disappointment escaping you.

"Then I'd rather find somewhere else to play." You curtly responded, the girl taken aback but cheerfully calling after you anyway.

"We— We're showing around potential recruits after school if you change your mind!"

Once reaching your newly assigned classroom, the balled up paper was dumped on your friends' desk who only looked up to you with a raised brow.

"That's why you were evasive about me joining the volleyball club."

She released a tired hum, like she'd been expecting this conversation, whilst unfolding the leaflet depicting the Miyas and other members of the boys team in the background.

"Told ya (Y/n), as a member of the so called 'Inarizaki Girls Volleyball Team', it's more of a damn fan club at this point." Yuki seethed, re-scrunching the flyer and shooting into the bin across the classroom.

"I could tell. Is anyone serious there besides you?" You questioned once sitting at your desk beside hers, the setter shaking her head thoughtfully.

"A few. We're vastly outnumbered by fangirls though, we practice and they do whatever they do - sometimes asking us about terminology and such to impress certain people of course."

On that note, you figured it'd be worth seeing what the fuss was about later, and if what Yuki had told you was true.

Lo and behold, after watching the makeshift girls practice (much to Yūjis' chargrin when trying to teach receives) for a few minutes, it was exactly like she'd described. However, the second you'd reached the boys practice, the surrounding group of girls came to life with unadulterated adoration for the players. Squeals and cheers erupting when they'd take shots or score, meanwhile you'd analysed the plays with a degree of knowledge.

It was then you'd locked eyes with the charismatic setter, only for a second, before his shift in focus sent your fellow potentials into a frenzy.

That's enough. You walked out.

———

So the girls team wasn't your cup of tea. That didn't mean you'd cease playing the game you enjoyed - when there's a will there was a way. Especially with the nearby community centre hosting volleyball sessions regularly, and you were able to book time slots there with Yuki and some of her teammates.

It meant you were settling into this new environment, even if it wasn’t perfect. As an Inarizaki tradition, and a volleyball fan, you naturally ended up watching a few of the boys games out of support. They were talented too, deserving of their recognition even if part of it was solely linked to their attractiveness rather than skill.

“Ya came to the game huh, transfer?” He caught you as you were about to leave the gym in the midst of students fussing over them, an apologetic hand immediately retracting from your wrist where he’d reached for you.

“Yeah, apparently it’s a tradition or something since you guys are the pride of Inarizaki.” You’d spoken casually, a shrug accompanying it which he seemed somewhat defeated by considering the recent victory.

“Oh really…?”

“Mhm. You played well though, Miya.”

“It’s nothin’, all thanks to training and my team y’know?” It appeared he’d reignited, a sudden enlightenment about him due to your praise.

“Keep it up then. See you around.”

“I— uh— yeah hope so!”

———

Today, you'd ventured to the centre, court doors open to allow a soft breeze to freshen the area. As well as a perspective viewpoint for curious passers-by, one that captured the double back of a certain blonde.

Finally, spike!

"Hey I know ya!"

Faltering, an awry angle that left you landing a little awkwardly but your hit was remained seemless. Still, you shot a dangerous glare to the intruders, finding Atsumu holding the door he'd previously slammed wide open and Osamu who also seemed done with his twins' spontaneity.

"And yet you don't."

"Yer from class. The transfer.” Atsumu proudly replied to your dismissal, walking in with a wave alongside his brother who facepalmed with an agitated mutter.

“Their name is (L/n) (Y/n).”

“Well I never asked ‘em!” Even though you’d spoken a few of times and it’d been nearly two months, this remained true.

"Okay, and?" Your lack of acknowledgement left Atsumu pouting slightly, but he was more intrigued by your choice of venue considering the fully functioning gym and team currently training at Inarizaki.

"And yer here playing volleyball instead of at school! Yer good, the girls team would be glad to have ya."

"I'd rather play for the community centre." You immediately responded a matter-of-factly, facing him now and spinning the recovered ball between your hands.

"But they don't get to enter high school competitions." It seemed he wasn't entirely convinced, having not discovered the answers he was politely fishing for.

"I know."

"Alright! I just wanna know why yer here? I’d get to play against ya if yer were apart of the school team." Atsumu argued again, more direct this time.

"Because the girls team is a damn fan club for you guys, the only score they're interested is scoring a date with you!"

"Aww, I mean..."

"Why bother joining a team like that when hardly any of them are there to actually play volleyball." You'd rolled your eyes, emotion present when explaining your point and Atsumu seemed to empathise.

"I get it. That'd piss me off too."

"Agreed." Osamu added, an understanding nod toward you.

"Then you have your answer."

With little more to say, the twins shared a sceptical look, before returning their focus to you once more.

“Would ya mind if we joined ya then?”

The question caught you off-guard, darting between them as if searching for some ulterior motive only to find none.

“Sure… I don’t mind.”

“Thanks (L/n).”

“Yeah cheers!” Osamu and Atsumu respectively threw their thanks and removed their jackets ready to play.

———

It’d been a week since that escapade, and you’d found the twins sharing gestures of greeting if they saw you around the school but nothing out of the ordinary. At least not until now…

"Psst (Y/n)!" Yuki came dashing in, evading desks until she'd reached yours with a devious look. "Guess what."

"You actually got an A?"

"Rude." A scoff. "No, Miya Atsumu came to practice yesterday."

"I am so sorry for your loss of concentration, I imagine your fangirl teammates couldn't take their eyes off him." Sarcasm flowed like an effortless river, one that normally fuelled Yuki, except she held a scheming tone when responding straightforwardly.

"He eradicated over half of the club."

"What?" You shock was evident, you’d heard he could be critical in games and a bit of an ass but this was unexpected - Yuki far too happy to extend.

"Yep. Miya comes in and gives a whole speech about ‘if you're not serious about playing then quit’. Said if you're here for the boys team, he'll ask to open a practice for them to watch - and something about how being apart of this club isn't gonna catch his attention because he already likes someone.”

"Woah." It was all you could muster, considering that this whole thing might've been linked to your conversation the other day. He wouldn't do that for such a trivial reason though, right? But if was to protect the sport he loved then it made sense.

"So... wanna join the team and play as my precious Spiker again?" Yuki persuadingly started when clasping your shoulders, earnest gratitude and glee lacing her voice.

"Seriously?"

"Yes! Remaining members want to progress and I want my middle school ace by my side again so we can kick ass and go to Nationals!"

"Then I'm in, but isn't there a trial or—" You matched her contagious energy, until she cut you off holding up an already filed applicant form.

"Just approval from the captain." Yuki smirked, that evil one she wore when she had something over you. "Me."

"You?”

"What? Once the chief of the Miya fan club quit along with the others, the team needed a serious captain.” She struck a model pose. “Who better than the reliable setter right?"

"I agree with the setter stuff, but uh can I talk to (L/n) for a sec?" The pair of you looked to the confident origin, finding none other than Atsumu walking toward you.

Yuki gave a little teasing wave and left you two to talk.

"I think ya should give the girls volleyball club a chance y'know." He’d held a hand to the back of neck, a lopsided grin on his lips regardless of the underlying awkwardness he harboured.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

"Went there yesterday, no fangirls in sight - just the makings of a solid team. Maybe ya were wrong about it."

"Maybe I was. Captain Yuki did personally invite me, so the least I could do is try it out." You paused momentarily, meeting his air burn eyes with mischievous ones of your own. "Considering all your hard work Miya."

There was a guilty look crossing his expression ever so briefly, the blonde shaking it off with a cocky smile.

"No idea whatcha talking about. Whatever, do what ya want!"

———

The Inarizaki girls VBC was a brilliant one now it'd been fortified, you got to play alongside your best friend once more and were surrounded by a team of talented individuals who you could hang out with as friends too.

Due to improved team cohesion, there were even joint training sessions alongside the boys VBC, sessions which the third years had said were more frequent than they ever had been before.

They couldn't help but think all the beneficial changes recently were all down to a single catalyst. Said catalyst apparently trying to impress a certain someone who'd captured more than his attention. The same one who he’d been too nervous to ask for a name numerous times when sparking conversation. The same one he’d look for during games and throughout the school corridors.

Unfortunately the certain someone was oblivious to such signs and thought nothing of it when Inarizaki walked into the gym - their prodigal setter immediately laying eyes on who everyone knew to be this certain someone.

"Hey (Y/n), can I set for ya?"

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[ Masterlist ]

[stellar-haikyuu]

i'd like to think that in the star wars universe, "sakusa can also put the nastiest spin on the ball" actually refers to the time he accidentally sent bb-8 rolling nonstop.

Some sketches of rebel pilot Atsumu

[catladykt13]

All my love fer ya♥️

[lovescft]

kiyoomi helping atsumu bleach his roots whenever he needs to and every time without fail, atsumu will sit quietly and make puppy eyes at kiyoomi in an attempt to convince him to bleach his hair too.

it only takes a million tries, but eventually kiyoomi caves.

they agree on one streak. one little blond curl that’s not on top and not too close to the front, so he can hide it under the rest of his hair if something goes horribly wrong.

kiyoomi struggles to suppress his smile once he sees the final result. he can’t look too pleased, lest atsumu gets bolder and more insistent in his requests.

this is okay though, he can handle having one more thing in common with miya atsumu. he can deflect questions about his new hair from reporters. he can get used to the new addition to their hair dyeing routine, and he certainly doesn’t mind their newfound closeness.

he’ll just have to hope that someday atsumu realizes why he always gives in to him.

[cherrysurf]

Metanoia | Atsumu Miya X Reader

chapter 11; yeah right

you and kiyoko drive to get matcha, you figured it was best to go to some one reasonable aka your best friend about the whole situation as you both sit there, while you recall all the details of last night's events “honestly i say fully leave him alone yn, like don’t even be his friend because what are you gaining at this point you’re just humiliating yourself all over again” she says looking at you disappointed “i know i need to stop letting this happen it’s so fucking embarrassing kiyoko” you say resting your head on the table “yeah and if his ex is back in the picture or trying too it’s best if you just let it go, because you don’t want trouble with her” she says “yeah i need to stick by my word” you responded lifting up your head “mhm cause unless he has a heck of an apology or something it’s best to just let the ship sink” she says sipping her matcha.

-my two fav crashouts

-kiyoko is hard on yn bc she knows she needs it.

-chapter 10 & 11 were completed the same night.

-this fic is close to being done

Taglist; @heartmaddie @liquidcatt @toorusfangirl @akaashislove@saintcosette @twiishaa @w2mini @from-mae @exclusiverinaa @gumims

[kkumri]

redraws from the olympics! 🏐🏅🤺🤸🏻‍♂️

[hanavbara]

retro haikyuu!! 🧡🏐✨ the complete series!

prints available 💫

[timeofdeathnote]

Japan playing the Haikyuu!! theme song after beating Argentina in volleyball is so iconic

[waveoftheocean]

saw this tweet and immediately thought of sakuatsu

[bonniepop]

"i hope you know i find you very attractive," atsumu slurs from the bar, head lolling as he spoke.

you sigh and pluck the shot glass from his hand and set it down on the bar. "yes, you've mentioned this several times." you look behind him and scowl. "seriously? you know he has a game tomorrow."

osamu shrugged. either he didn't drink as much as atsumu or he had an extremely high tolerance for hard drinks. "i didn't do nothin'. he was the one who kept playing drinking games."

"then why'd you play with him?!"

"i didn't. he just kept drinkin' by himself."

you sigh and turn back to the blond. "you're lucky you drank so much so fast. it's only eleven. you've got time to sleep this off."

"you're taking me home?" atsumu gasps, leaning so far forward you have to catch him and push him upright. "oh my god! what will the media say when they see us?!"

your face crumples in incredulity bordering on disgust. "uhh, that we're engaged? wait, how much did you drink?"

"we're engaged?!" atsumu says, placing his palms to his cheeks. he pulls away one hand gasps at the ring sitting on his finger before turning to you and holding your face in his hands. "we're engaged. our combined hotness level is through the roof."

"o-kay," you say, having quite enough of this. you push his hands away and tug at his wrist. "get up. we're leaving and getting you sober."

"i'm not drunk!" he says stubbornly, even though he nearly tripped just trying to stand up. once he's upright, though, he looks you up and down and grins so wide you're concerned he might tear his face apart.

"what?"

he giggles. "my fiancée is so hot."

that makes your lips twitch. "whatever. let's go home."

he gasps again. "we live together?!"

[sun4r1nnity]

"you shouldnt wear that,"

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

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

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

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

[plagalkey]

F1 AU traffic light trio

[tsukimirecs]

olympic team hq!! // fic recommendations

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atsumu

neon lights (in a world gray) triple trouble drunk mind sober heart green with envy a commemoration of firsts till one of us caves long black anyways, don't be a stranger

kageyama

fate when one door closes stolen kisses miscommunication him?! haunt me volleyball on the brain you can hear it in the silence

sakusa

soft and wet public transit miscarry it's still love drawing our moments bed this victory is mine, and yours touch starved

oikawa

babygirl pinch two stories settle always perfect pain split here's to the sixth time

ushijima

request trust fall atlas bitter / sweet soft, but for you only in time page 304

bokuto

inferior an accidental heroine as loud as you like lucid swept up in the moment heart attack

[throttlee]

the last comission i did before close them 🙏