#tsumu

miya atsumu x f!reader

atsumu is determined to defeat the final boss: your parents, armed only with volleyball muscles and wife-guy agenda.

wc: 1.4k, requested

logically, it should be your boyfriend, right? but then one evening, while cooking red beans, you pause and think, ‘ahh osamu probably wouldn’t love that seasoning’. that's when it hits you—your boyfriend has the habit of bringing up his brother way more than he’d ever admit. only a few weeks into your relationship and you’re already stocked with random facts like: “ya know ‘samu loves matcha cookies, but it's disgustin' right? chocolate cookies are just better” when you’re at the grocery store. and “those are 'samu's favourite snacks. he hit me once just 'cause i ate 'em. they're not even that good. he's such a dickhead.” when you're watching a movie.

every time, he insists on the fact that he likes the exact opposite of whatever osamu does. but you don’t say anything. because, well—deep down, you realise that's just his way of loving his brother, fondly and absolutely.

so when you finally meet the infamous osamu for the first time, you make sure to prepare him his favourite dish (too bitter to atsumu's taste), get his favourite beer (“'samu loves kirin, i prefer asahi!”) and even light a candle with his favourite scent (apple pie; even though atsumu would have chosen salty water).

“that's so good. how’d ya even know i liked that?” osamu asks, his eyes wide.

you steal a glance at your boyfriend, who’s completely clueless, and smile.

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Pairing: Ex-FuBu!Atsumu Miya x Reader [Secret Pregnancy AU] Synopsis: Six months along, hiding the bump under hoodies and deadlines—You’ve built this solo: Work grind, secret gender reveal, ghosting the pro-setter whose heated whispers turned into an accidental forever. No strings? yeah, until a invitation slip-up drags your ex-fuck buddy straight into the party. He’s smirking, clueless, stealing bites and dropping "congrats" like he owns the court. Dodge the truth, keep raising this kid alone… or risk the spike that could shatter everything? Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The fluorescent glow of your laptop screen blurred your sight as you hunched over the desk in your cramped apartment living room, fingers flying across the keyboard to cram the last stubborn spreadsheet into submission. Papers scattered like crazy around you, receipts for pastel balloons, vendor quotes for the custom cake, a scribbled checklist of gender reveal ideas that had kept you up for nights on end.

Your back ached from the awkward angle, but you pushed through, exhaling a frustrated puff of air that ruffled the loose strands of hair escaping your messy bun. The clock on the wall ticked past 2 a.m., a relentless reminder that tomorrow, was it tomorrow already?, was another grind at the office.

Your phone buzzed sharply on the desk, jolting you upright. The caller ID flashed your boss's name, and you groaned inwardly before swiping to answer. "Hello?"

"(Yn), sorry for the late hour, but we need you in an online briefing ASAP. The client's pushing for updates on the current project. Ten minutes?"

You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling the familiar swell of exhaustion mixed with the subtle, insistent pressure low in your abdomen. One hand drifted instinctively to rub gentle circles over your stomach, the fabric of your oversized hoodie stretching taut. The baby shifted, as if sensing your turmoil, a tiny flutter that both grounded and overwhelmed you. 

"Yeah, no problem. I'll log in."

Hanging up, you leaned back in your chair, staring at the ceiling for a beat. Work didn't care about swollen feet or midnight cravings or the intimate little party you'd been pouring your heart into planning. This gender reveal wasn't just a celebration; it was a milestone, a quiet declaration to the world, and to yourself, that you were ready to embrace this unexpected chapter. You'd waited months to even confirm the pregnancy was viable, doctor's visits blending into a blur of ultrasounds and blood tests.

At 23, fresh out of college scrambles and only a year into a job that finally paid enough to breathe, the positive test last December had hit like a spike to the court.

Keep it? The question had looped in your mind for weeks, fear clashing with a spark of something fiercer. But now, at six months, the decision felt etched in stone. This was your world growing inside you, and you'd build it strong, one paycheck, one late night at a time.

The apartment door creaked open softly, Hitoka Yachi, your cousin and unwavering lifeline, slipping in with a tray of convenience store onigiri and preggo-friendly drinks. Her blonde hair was tied back in a frazzled ponytail, eyes red-rimmed from pulling an all-nighter by your side. She'd been there through every meltdown, every frantic online order for baby-safe decorations, insisting on helping despite her own graphic design gigs.

"Hitoka-chan, please help me send out invitations to these names on the list," you tiredly tell her, sliding the printed sheet across the desk, your voice cracking with fatigue.

"Sure, but you gotta sleep after work right away. I’ll take care of the rest."

"Thank you so much. You don’t know how thankful I am for you—"

"H-hey, what is family for? Don’t worry and just rest, okay?" Hitoka interrupted gently, her shy smile cutting through the dim light.

She set the tray down and scanned the paper, nodding without hesitation. 

"I've got the digital ones queued up in my email drafts. Colors match the theme, soft blues and pinks, right?"

You managed a weak grin, the briefing link already pinging on your screen. As you adjusted your webcam, smoothing down your hoodie to hide the subtle curve that only showed if you stood just so, memories flickered unbidden. Months of caution, of hiding symptoms under baggy clothes and excuses.

And him, the father, alive and thriving in his own whirlwind world. You could reach out, demand support.

But no.

The thought twisted like a knot in your chest. Those nights as fuck buddies had been electric, no strings, just heat and release after long days. He didn't know about the life they'd accidentally created. And you intended to keep it that way.

The meeting dragged on, voices overlapping in a symphony of corporate jargon. You nodded along, typing notes, your face a mask of professionalism captured in the tiny camera feed. But your mind wandered to whispered words in the dark, his breath hot against your skin.

‘Doing so good, baby.’

‘Let me stay inside so I can knock you up and stay with you forever, yeah?’

‘Feel good? Me, too, baby.’

Heat flooded your cheeks at the recall, a mix of anger and something achingly nostalgic. He'd said it in the throes, probably just dirty talk, a kink sparked by the moment. His career was exploding, pro volleyball, spotlights, endless travel. Who'd trade that for diapers and 3 a.m. feeds?

Not him. Not the cocky setter who'd probably ghost you once he knows about this unplanned pregnancy.

A soft wave from across the room snapped you back. Hitoka sat cross-legged on the couch, her own laptop balanced on her knees, mouthing words carefully to avoid disrupting your call. 

"You sure this is the final list?" She pointed at the paper, her expression worried, brows furrowed like she was double-checking a design proof.

You gave her a quick thumbs up, mouthing back, "Yes, all set."

The list was meticulous, old Karasuno teammates, a handful of trusted friends from other schools, no one who’d spill secrets. You'd finalized it days ago, between work deadlines.

"Okay, the printed invitations I’d just give out at the volleyball reunion soon. Okay?" Hitoka half-whispered, careful of your mic that was currently muted anyway.

You flashed another thumbs up, refocusing on the screen as your boss wrapped up. The call ended with a chorus of goodbyes, and you slumped forward, forehead resting on your arms. Hitoka was already typing away, the soft click of keys a soothing rhythm.

"Go crash on the bed," she said, not looking up. "I'll finish these and crash too. Party's in two weeks, we've got time."

You hauled yourself up, one hand supporting your lower back, the other cradling your belly as you waddled to the bedroom. The reunion loomed first, a casual barbecue catch-up before the big MSBY Jackals versus Schweiden Adlers match. A break from the grind, a chance to hand out those printed invites in person. He wouldn't be there, you told yourself. Schedules too packed, practices endless. Safe.

Sleep came , dreams tangled with volleyball courts and tiny kicks.

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The reunion buzzed with energy under a clear afternoon sky, the park's barbecue pits smoking lazily as old friends gathered on checkered blankets and folding chairs. Laughter echoed, Tanaka's booming voice recounting high school antics, Daichi mediating with his steady calm, Sugawara passing around drinks with that gentle smile. Hitoka fluttered about like a busy bee, distributing printed invitations with excited whispers about the "surprise party." You mingled, plate balanced precariously, the subtle weight of your belly hidden under a flowy sundress that billowed just right.

"You are glowing. How far along are you?" Shimizu asked, one of the future godmothers you have chosen in advance, sidling up to you with a knowing smile. She'd been one of the first you confided in, her quiet strength a balm during those early panic days.

"I’ve actually lost track. I just know I’m 6 months in," you laughed. You internally slapped yourself for only being able to estimate or remember how far along you are based on the possible date the baby was conceived.

"You sure? You don’t even look pregnant," her boyfriend, Tanaka, commented.

"Right? Maybe it’s because she hid it for so long the baby went along," Hitoka chuckled.

You joined the nervous laughter, scanning the group. Karasuno peeps mostly, a few cross-school friends. No one pressed about the father anymore—not after Kiyoko's glare had shut down Kageyama's innocent query months back. They were all respectful about it. Grateful didn't cover it; these people were your net, catching you when everything else felt like freefall.

You were surely happy to be able to spend time with old schoolmates and friends but being here made you feel anxious somehow. Maybe it’s the hormones?

"It’s unfortunate Hinata and the others couldn’t come," Sugawara chimed in.

"Well, pretty sure they’re all resting up or in preparation for the big game," Daichi answered.

"They might just be late," Hitoka said.

"Like (Yn)’s period back then, huh?" Tsukishima snickered. You narrowed your eyes and flipped him off, Yamaguchi immediately calling out his name to refrain him from teasing more.

"Hmm, more barbecue for us," you said, shifting your weight to ease the ache in your hips. One hand rested there naturally, the other reaching for a skewer Yamaguchi was handing out—juicy meat glistening with sauce, the aroma making your mouth water. You'd barely grasped it, fingers closing around the stick, when a large hand yanked it away. Annoyance flared hot and instant; the baby kicked sharply, as if echoing your feelings. You whipped around, ready to snap.

There he stood, towering at least 6 feet, maybe an inch more, his blond hair tousled from the wind, that infuriating smirk curling his lips. Broad shoulders filled out a casual MSBY tee, muscles shifting as he bit into your stolen barbecue without a care.

Oh! maybe the baby kicked because daddy was here?

"Tsu— Miya…" you muttered, forcing normalcy into your voice, one eyebrow arching high. Your heart stuttered, a mix of shock and wariness. He wasn't supposed to be here.

He chewed slowly, eyes locked on yours with that playful glint, then handed the skewer back, half-eaten.

"Ugh. I’ll get another."

"Hah? Come on, we’ve shared a lot of times before." His voice was low, teasing, Kansai accent thick as ever.

Yeah, shared food, drinks, saliva, body fluids—

You swallowed hard.

"I lost my appetite."

"Months of ignoring me and you’ve become so mean. What did I do wrong? Come on, just one bite."

Before you could bolt, his arm slung around your shoulders, pulling you close with casual strength. His scent—clean sweat, faint cologne—hit like a spike. Instinctively, your hands wrapped protectively around your stomach, shielding the curve.

Hesitantly, you leaned in and took a bite from the skewer he held up, sauce smearing your cheek in the process.

"You're messy," he chuckled after his accent haunted you once again, leaning closer and inspecting where the sauces had landed before wiping it off with his thumb, licking it off without breaking eye contact.

Another kick in your stomach.

Damn it.

"(Yn), I need help for a sec," Shimizu called from behind, appearing like a guardian angel. She grabbed your arm, dragging you away with a firm tug that left Atsumu's arm slipping off.

"Thank you. I thought they weren’t coming?!"

"Well, Yachi mentioned they were just possibly late. Was he bothering you?"

"No, just… being annoying. The usual." You forced a laugh, but your hands trembled slightly.

"Don’t worry, the team won’t tell you’re pregnant. I’ve made sure."

You smiled gratefully, the weight lifting a fraction. Karasuno's loyalty was ironclad, secrets guarded like block formations. Even mixed with pros now, only a select few knew—the ones you'd invited to the reveal. And only Hitoka and Kiyoko knew the father, courtesy of that mortifying night a year ago: them stumbling upon you and Atsumu in a heated makeout in the bar parking lot, hands everywhere, breaths ragged.

The rest of the afternoon blurred in slices of normalcy. You chatted with Yamaguchi about his freelance gigs, helped Daichi portion sides, laughed at Tanaka's over-the-top toasts. Hitoka distributed invites discreetly, her energy infectious. Atsumu lingered on the edges, joking with the guys, spiking a volleyball in impromptu games that drew cheers. He stole glances your way, but you avoided, focusing on the food, the friends, the fragile peace.

"You sure you don't want me to drive you home?" Atsumu offered.

"No, I can drive myself. Stay here and enjoy."

By evening, you left first and drove home alone, windows down to let the cooling air whip away the day's tension. Fatigue settled deep, cravings hitting hard, pickles and ice cream, of all things. At the convenience store, you loaded up, phone buzzing in your pocket as you paid.

Home at last, you kicked off your shoes, collapsing onto the couch with your haul. The message notification glowed: from him. 'DADDY', saved in your contacts from those wild nights, unreplied texts stacking above the most recent one.

I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable earlier.

Huh. Is this the same as his past messages, trying to get you to reply again?

You were about to ignore it once again when the message was followed.

Didn’t mean to disrespect you. Thanks for inviting me to the party, btw. Congrats.

What the fuck was he talking about?

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imagine cw: post-time skip, established relationship, atsumu x reader, NEEDY atsumu, smut, grinding, kissing, not proofread

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Before you started dating your boyfriend Atsumu, you knew he’d be a handful when it came to him as a person. Not just dating in general, not his personality either or the copious time spent on training. But, really it was his clingy neediness that made him want you so bad. 

Sometimes you find yourself all over him because he craved your touch so much due to his busy schedule. There's days on end where you both weren't able to see each other. When you're able to, Atsumu would come rushing to your front door whenever he finished volleyball practice. His lips fall and crashing onto yours roughly the moment you open the door. Followed by a hand caressing the space between your hips and waist, fondling the skin like dough.

“Need ya so bad babe..” Atsumu’s hot breath would trickle onto your delicate neck when he started to move downwards with his sloppy kisses. His toothy smug grin shining back at you while you fall into his temptations.

Moving onto the plush couch, you’re making out with his swollen lips on his lap with your hands around his neck. Tugging at his blonde locks of hair as it was your turn to trail kisses down the surface of his dewy skin, leaving a few marks in places only you’d be able to see. Your hips gradually grind onto his growing bulge, feeling the simmering heat ignite. 

His groans of pleasure grew louder while his half lidded eyes lingered down your shirt, eyeing your laced bra. His large hands continued to grasp onto your flesh through the thin fabric between you and his warm touch. Rocking your hips at a quicker pace on his painfully hard erection, a damp spot starting to appear in full saturation on his crotch. 

“..if ya keep grinding on me like that, I might just cum on the spot” looking up at you through his bangs that stuck onto his sweaty forehead with a slight smirk plastered on his face, as if he were up for the challenge. His head tilted back when you started to use your full hips to stimulate his cock further before getting off right after you started to feel him twitch beneath you.

Legs planted back onto the ground before you lowered yourself to your knees. Your head is at the same level as Atsumu’s opened legs, staring at the moist darkness. Pulling down his snug waistband, his cock bounces out, tip pulsating a fuming shade of pink to see his length dripping with precum.

“Already like this for me?” a finger collecting his essence.

You switched between sitting in front of him and practically sitting in his lap whenever he whined about wanting his hands on you, and overall, it was an enjoyable activity. You both giggled while you showed him the different eyeshadow colours, drawing little hearts on his cheeks and topping them with light kisses, and so on. 

Atsumu didn’t understand why he didn’t let you shower him with attention like this earlier.

“This is setting spray,” you told him, already holding the bottle up.

“Setter spray?” he asked excitedly, and you sighed and moved the bottle away again when he smirked. “That’s perfect for me, you know, since I’m a setter.”

“Yes, I know my own husband’s occupation. And it’s setting spray,” you corrected him, emphasis on setting. “As in settle down, please.”

He happily leaned forward and closed his eyes. “Lay it on me, baby.”

You chuckled under your breath, and the airy sound warmed Atsumu’s heart. Nothing could make him happier than being the reason you smile.

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Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Inarizaki Fic Rec Masterlist

A Debt Repaid✨ by matchumu (oneshot, sibling love)"Just keep the money." Atsumu repeats. "Don't think of it as a charity. Just think of it as a debt repaid."It was Miya Atsumu who bought the first Onigiri Miya store. [COMPLETED]

a world without you by my side by farozaan (oneshot, happy ending, waking up in alternate au, time travel) He wanted just a single day without his brother all around him. That would be paradise. Miya Osamu makes a wish and regrets it. [COMPLETED]

shrimply in love ✨ by @caelivir (oneshot, fluff) atsumu wholeheartedly prayed that you forgot how you first met, and for a while he believed that you did. that is until he finds the literal token from that day.[COMPLETED]

MSBY! Soulmate x Reader by @watevermelon (oneshot, fluff, slight angst to fluff, mutual pinning)You knew all about his personality, whether through the rumor vine or the numerous warnings your friends gave you. But there was no avoiding it - he was your soulmate after all .[COMPLETED]

The Boy Next door by @quirrrky (neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers) Your new neighbor is everything you’ll never ask for. Your life starts changing for better and for worse when Miya Atsumu rents the apartment next to you. The most unfortunate part? Everything about him. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door? [HIATUS??] <this is a lovely fic but has not been updated in a while, but I am still putting it up here !!>

In Screaming Color✨ by moonmayhem (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)A soulmate AU where, if you dye your hair, your soulmate's hair changes as well. [COMPLETED]

an epilogue of sorts by mooshys (oneshot, fluff, humor)Atsumu wants to prove that he definitely knows his way around the kitchen by opting to cook dinner for you to celebrate your one year anniversary together. Thing is, he needs a little help if he wants to impress you tonight.[COMPLETED]

Shower Friends ✨✨by just_j(fake dating, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst)The dorm you live in has co-ed bathrooms. Why that’s even remotely a good idea is beyond you; and recently, your precious shower time is being interrupted by a certain blonde haired setter for the volleyball team. And when he lies to his teammates that he has a girlfriend, somehow you get roped into his scheme to convince them he does. [COMPLETED]

A Genius mess by @mimi-cee-hq (oneshot, fluff)Atsumu insults you, the quietest girl in his class. But as he gets to know you, your few words often leave him blushing.[COMPLETED]

(un)loving miya atsumu✨✨ by alicemitch09(angst, Unrequited love, Jealousy, Happy ending)You were 9 when you first met the Miya twins when you moved to Hyogo. The two boys would eventually turn to be your closest friends, as much as rascals the two can be. you loved one twin more than the other - a love that was more than friendship. Sadly, Atsumu obviously loved your big sister more. Of course he did, she was everything you were not.[COMPLETED]

incomplete song ✓✨ | angst, post break up | one shot | by @tooruluv

Hecklin' ✨by Airomi (fluff, humor) according to your experience, bothering someone so much that they fall in love. [COMPLETED]

Call You Mine [Miya Atsumu X Reader] by tsumusamu(friends to lovers, fluff, angst, mutual pinning)Being in unrequited love with your best friend sucks. It's even worse when the friend you're in love with is Miya Atsumu. [ONGOING]

That's My Girl by wttcsms(oneshot, smut) Atsumu Miya gets jealous.[COMPLETED]

Jealous atsumu ✨ by @etherrreal (oneshot, fluff, comfort)atsumu swears he’s not the jealous type, until the pictures you post with his brother prove him wrong.[COMPLETED]

little changes ✨by kuroopaisen (enemies to friend to lovers, past roommates )Miya Atsumu is the bane of your existence. but, that means different things at different times of your life.[COMPLETED]

Mind Boggling Pt 1, Pt 2✨ by @seokiloquy (soulmate au, fluff, humor)At particular times (Once a year/ certain age/ hours/ or randomly) soulmates swap bodies for some time.[COMPLETED]

“These Words”  by @myhaikyuuthings (oneshot, soulmate au, angst)soulmate au your soulmates last words ever said are on your body, they turn red when said, first words ever said to you are on another part of your body, they turn gold when said.[COMPLETED]

with our fates tangled together by @chunhua (oneshot, angst to fluff) soulmates are bound together by a red string.[COMPLETED]

Unexpectedly yours by @love-nishinoya-yu (Soulmate au, oneshot) You have the same tattoos.[COMPLETED]

nice receive✨   by @tsumusamu (oneshot, fluu, humor) eight months into your relationship, atsumu takes you to meet his family. things don’t go as planned, but of course, everything ends up alright in the end anyway. alternatively, miya atsumu adores you and his family thinks it’s easy to see why.[COMPLETED]

I’m Here, So Sleep by @dokifluffs (oneshot, fluff, comfort) Warnings: anxiety towards school and life, overthinking, insomnia. [COMPLETED]

Set the Bar High by BeansNCornbread(enemies to lovers, fluff, smut, angst)A college AU where you work at an off campus bar and when Atsumu finds this out, he never leaves you alone. Classic enemies to lovers storyline with serendipity, snide comments, and a whole lot of sexual tension.[COMPLETED]

you're not the one✨ ✨ by heartcondemned (fake dating, strangers to lovers, fluff and angst) How to make your lifelong crush jealous and like you back? Easy.Fake date one of his friends. [COMPLETED]

So...What do Ya say? by @yourstarvic After finding your fiancé you have been with many years cheating on your best friend. You tried to confront them but they never showed up…So what do you do? You drink at the bar trying to figure out what to do. And who else there to help you if not the good looking stranger you met at the bar? [COMPLETED]

Email Me Why✨ by @yourstarvic(oneshot, fluff, humor)Atsumu needs to come up with the perfect email to go on a date with his captain's little sister. [COMPLETED]

You okay? by @yourstarvic (oneshot, angst) It's your wedding day, atsumu is sad. [COMPLETED]

lazy texter by myhugelove (fluff, humor, online friends to lovers) a short fic in which a schoolmate who is not on his phone much suddenly becomes great at texting when it comes to you. [COMPLETED]

you found me✨ by Amy_stark117(fluff, angst, eventual smut)Miya Atsumu had his life goals set - volleyball, fame, and success. Nothing could stand in his way. You threw all that out the window, simply by sitting next to him in class. [COMPLETED]

7 Reasons by Channelei(mutual pinning, fluff, humor)in which you realize why you fell in love with your hot headed, over-confident, cocky, arrogant asshole of a best friend.[COMPLETED]

then the moment came by @justauthoring (oneshot, soulmate au, loosely based of silent voice) It just never was the right time. Not then, not later, until it suddenly is and everything’s… different.[COMPLETED]

Diligence ✨by kaientai (friends to lovers, childhood friends, requited unrequited love) Diligence requires the courage of a fool who wouldn't think twice before walking into an open flame, and in the span of a few months, your childhood friend Atsumu proved that he truly is one of the biggest fools to date. [COMPLETED]

Forget me,too ✨ by @saintobio (oneshot, angst, hurt/comfort, past lovers) after a series of broken promises and unresolved arguments, perhaps all atsumu needed is to hear you say good bye for one last time.[COMPLETED]

sweetner ✨ by flying_raijin(fake dating, fluff, angst, humor)you're just being petty. Faking a relationship with the first guy in sight after the love of your life dumps you out of nowhere? [COMPLETED]

How He Shows You Affection by @jayeray-hq(oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

He’s My Best Friend by @jayeray-hq(oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

White noise ✨ by 1keshi(childhood friends, friends to lovers, slowburn, fluff, angst) you force a therapist to listen to the story of how you fell in love with your childhood friend, because what else are you supposed to do? [COMPLETED]

A Bit Yours ✨by Declaraso (fake dating, enemies to lovers, humor) Atsumu's clumsy with words. You think he's a jerk. But for some reason, you both agreed to go through such a stupid plan.[COMPLETED]

The Breaking Point✨ by melremade(smut, oneshot)They say there’s a thin line between love and hate. When it comes to Miya Atsumu, it might as well be a brick wall topped with barbed wire and surrounded by a minefield. [COMPLETED]

Perfect Union by wttcsms(oneshot, fluff, smut, friends to lovers)[COMPLETED]

Laws of Motion by miyachondria (friends to lovers, slowburn)First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage -- according to every other person.[ONGOING]

(1) One Missed Call by satorini (teetorini)(smut)You work for an anonymous phone sex business on campus, and you would have never guessed that your first client would be the Atsumu Miya—most popular guy on campus who sits three seats ahead of you in calculus. And you're pretty sure he doesn't even know you exist. [ONGOING]

One Day by flying_raijin()When you get asked by Vogue Japan to be the star of their "Day in the life of a Pro Volleyball player" video, you agree because you don't think there's much that could go wrong. Unfortunately, your boyfriend is an absolute menace, and decides to act as such for the whole world to see.[COMPLETED]

FWB by flying_siphonophore(fluff, smut, angst, mutual pinning)What comes after a kiss that shouldn't have happened in the first place?[COMPLETED]

lovestruck, watching over you by strawberricream(fluff, mutual pinning)in your second year of high school, you catch atsumu’s eye. he tries to get to know you when he realizes that it didn’t take much work to open you up. in your third year together in the same class, he realizes that the hard work came from elsewhere.[COMPLETED]

Storm Chaser by sunmoonstarsrain()Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it's impossible to tame a storm.[COMPLETED]

ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! atsumu needed a new roommate, only he didn't know what he was getting himself into. ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! timeskip! a. miya x artist! oblivious! reader, sfw ﹒ ◠ note!!  and they were roommates... atsumu is so hard to write for omg, pt2 soon !! not proofread ౨ wc!! 3k  ˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood!! series playlist

[part two]

(𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎)

𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾!

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗌. 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾.

𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐/𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝗈𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇.

𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼. 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎!

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