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yenonnoff · 9 months

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TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE!

atsumu miya x fem!reader

⌒☆ synopsis : when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

⌒☆ content: actors/celebrity au, social media au, modern au, enemies (got off on the wrong foot) to friends to lovers, slow burn (sorry 😞), mild angst, fluff, crack/humor

⌒☆ warnings: she/her pronouns used, contains swearing, mentions alcohol/alcohol consumption

⌒☆ status: on-going (07/18/23)

🎬 chapter names may change as the story progresses + unless stated differently, ignore all timestamps

🎬🎧 — playlist

STARRING:

｡ｏ♡ HOT dummies // mentally sane + atsumu ig? ｡ｏ♡

( minor chars! )

LIGHTS:

01. vengeance (like batman)

02. vroom vroom! im here (୨୧)

03. wtf is love

04. sweet dreams (or not)

05. hi, mr. charismatic

06. give me a break (୨୧)

07. morning madness

08. you ruined my coffee with your scowl (୨୧)

09. emergency conference meeting!

10. strangers (?) at an amusement park (୨୧)

11. perhaps a malfunction?

12. a mistake, 100% a mistake

13. your words

14. message sent, message received

15. tolerate! tolerate! tolerate!

16. me, you, and a beautiful sunset (୨୧)

CAMERA:

17. snap out of it!

18. brewing up a storm

19. do not disturb

20. conversation over coffee

21. cat chase (୨୧)

22. tba

ACTION:

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a/n: hi!! this is my first ever smau + my first time posting on tumblr so pls be patient if smth looks off (and if smth does, pls kindly inform me!!). i want to thank @idlerin for inspiring me to make this, so many thanks to syl!! u should check out her smaus and other works, theyre all amazing!! asides from that, i want to give the fattest biggest thanks to my best friend may (@kqbukimono) for putting up w/ my spontaneous questions and for giving the best advice ever (ure the best ig 😜). she also helped me choose the title! ok im being too nice, he might make fun of me. thank u so much to everyone who is planning on reading my smau!

taglist is open! dm or ask to be a part of it!

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staywhelmed8801 · 4 months

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A star who conceals his past scars- M.A

@yenonnoff

I cannot find the email for my other acc so ill add this to it later, but that sounds right seeing as i collect emails like pokemon

Tl;dr

A charismatic star with a guarded demeanor, he conceals past wounds beneath a charming facade, projecting an ethereal glow that captivates admirers. His impulsiveness acts as both a shield and a paradox, a dance between the desire for connection and the fear of vulnerability. In the shadows, he remains an enigma, skillfully balancing his public image with hidden complexities.

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He exuded impulsiveness, swiftly dismissing others and maintaining a deliberate distance, his inherent distrust and derisive remarks veiled beneath the surface. This guarded demeanor, however, remained elusive to many, concealed by the impeccable reputation he was duty-bound to uphold as a star. Eyes lingered on him with a mix of awe and admiration, as if yearning to bask in his radiant glow. To them, he might as well have been a sun, a celestial entity beyond reach. Yet, a peculiar allure surrounded him, something ethereal and otherworldly, leaving some to secretly wish for his descent, envisioning a chance to be closer to the enigmatic brilliance that set him apart.

Bearing the scars of past relationships, he wielded this impulsiveness as a shield, swift to distance himself from others. Embedded beneath his charming facade were the remnants of broken trust, veiled behind a mask of sweetness and an ever-present smile. A soft and adored exterior concealed the intricate web of skepticism he had woven, protecting a tender heart with layers of carefully constructed walls. To onlookers, he was the embodiment of youth and warmth, radiating an ethereal glow that captivated those fortunate enough to cross his path. Yet, the genuine sweetness he projected clashed with the guarded depths within, a paradoxical dance between the desire for connection and the fear of vulnerability.In the shadows of the world, he conceals himself, adept at presenting a facade while guarding his composure from prying eyes. To casual observers, he appears as a carefree youth, radiating an ethereal glow that illuminates the otherwise somber, grey expanse of others' lives

I bugged snapchat ai and my thesaurus app to give me the right words

I wish i could understand german so i could put those extensive summaries into one or two words without changing the message im trying to convey

#teach me how to love #haikyuu smau #miya atsumu #a star #actor au

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thechloediary · 4 months

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sakuatsu — end game

★ rated m | wc: 27.4k

★ actors au, fake dating

★ mutual pining, pov alternating

★ besties atsuoi agenda, side oikuroo

please read the tags carefully!

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52408282

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakuatsu #atsusaku #ao3 fanfic #actors sakuatsu #fake dating

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emo-tionalmoss · 1 year

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Guys I’m sorry but look at ✨him✨

hes fucking gorgeous

#miya atsumu #inarizaki #haikyuu!!#haikyuu stage play #haikyuu stage actors

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lowkeyremi · 8 months

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I do (MSBY Atsumu x fem!reader)

Expanding on this because domestic Atsumu Miya has my heart.

Content: Fluff, getting married, silliness because atsumu is a whole other breed.

"Atsumu. Do not make me come in there. We're not supposed to see each other until I walk down the aisle!" Osamu had called you to talk some since into Atsumu because he planned to stand at the alter wearing his suit without his shirt underneath.

"Sweetness, I don't see the problem! Ya've seen my chest before!" He's whining behind the door, you can hear it in his voice.

"Atsumu Miya. That's not proper." You reason and you can hear shuffling on his end.

"When has anythin' involved with us been proper? I accidentally sent ya a dick pic when ya were watchin' tiktoks with yer grandma." A burst of laughter escapes your lips.

"You really aren't normal, but 'Tsumu... wear it for me please? Think about it from my perspective, how would you feel if I was shirtless in front of all our wedding guest?" He responds immediately.

"None of them woulda seen ya half naked cuz I wouldn't let ya go out like that." His voice is filled with confidence.

"That's exactly what I'm trying to do right now." You tell him and he goes quiet.

"Oh. I'll wear my undershirt then." You sigh in relief, Atsumu hears your feet click clack on the floor so he knows you're probably headed back to your dressing room.

"Baby, wait!" He yells loud enough for you to hear him across the door.

"Mhm?"

"Can I pleaseeeeeeeee get a kiss?" He begged.

"No, 'Tsum. You'll get to kiss me when they announce us married." He groans very dramatically. Osamu always tells you Atsumu should have been an actor instead of a volleyball player.

"Come on, fuck the marriage superstition! Bad luck my ass." He huffs, you can tell he's being a little bit of a bratty baby. You spoil him WAY too much. Everytime he wants a kiss he gets a kiss.

"Fine but we have to close our eyes." This is your compromise.

"Ya think I kiss with my eyes open?" The sarcasm in his voice is strong.

"I mean the whole time! Not just for the kiss idiot." One thing you've learned about being in a relationship with Atsumu is that he makes you want to roll your eyes.. A LOT.

"Okay open the door, my eyes are closed." You promise him standing at the door. The door opens, in seconds his breath fans your face, he lifts your chin to kiss him. His lips are smooth and taste like mint chap stick.

Realization dawns on you and you push him away. Your eyes pop open, "Your eyes were open the whole time! Our wedding is gonna be ruined, Atsumu!" He grins at you, his smug little grin.

"I couldn't help it, you're so beautiful." He's cheesing, hard.

"Don't think you can compliment your way out of this one." Your hand is on your hip. Atsumu runs back into his dressing room and shuts the door, he's snorting and laughing while doing so.

"Love you!" He yells loud enough for you to hear him across the door.

What did you get yourself into?

Little bonus: Hinata and Bokuto are sobbing when you walk down the isle, what dramatics. They're yelling, "That's my sister in law!!!!"

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mochalate · 3 months

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[masterlist] mirrorball ; atsumu miya

[atsumu miya/actress!reader]

From an adorable child actor, to a popular teen idol, to an actress with a respectable (and surprising) amount of range; most people would say you've had the perfect life. No scandals, no unsavory paparazzi pictures, not even any questionable haircuts. The perfect girl.

When you start dating Atsumu Miya, everyone thought it would be more of that perfection— that is to say, pretty photographs of some glamorous dates, some cute soundbites. And then you would both move on to other pretty people; just like always.

Against everyone's expectations, including your own, something beautiful and real seems to blossom between you two.

But after a lifetime being several someones, you're not even sure there's a you to speak of anymore. How long until the illusion shatters? What's behind the mirror?

tags/warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, celebrity reader, celebrity culture, drug abuse, mentions of suicide one shot: One and a Half at Onigiri Miya (fic has/will have small tweaks to characterisation for both atsumu and reader)

Chapters

Prologue - no other shade of blue, but you

Part 1: shimmering, beautiful

Part 2: all this time (so many signs)

Part 3: champagne problems

Part 4: don't read the last page

Epilogue - meet me in the afterglow

[teaser]

no taglist sorry 😔 Please use dark mode for the best experience

[my other fics->]

[on indefinite hiatus since I'm having trouble getting this right.]

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #im researching a little for this one #will be a while before i post anything<3 #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #masterlist haikyuu #masterlist my fic #haikyuu mirrorball

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uwurakax · 7 months

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-> 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐃 ᥫ᭡

-> 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝑒𝒹 ⋆˙⟡♡

"forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met"

synopsis the bubbly pop princess and the brooding, dark actor. it was a match made in heaven, or so you thought. after your breakup from your longtime boyfriend, you decided to never believe in love again. that is, until a very famous athlete came to one of your concerts and manages to turn your world around

⋆˙⟡♡ pairing miya atsumu x f!reader ( sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader )

⋆˙⟡♡ universe athlete!atsumu // actor!sakusa // singer!reader

⋆˙⟡♡ genre exes || celebrity au || smau || travis x taylor x joe au

⋆˙⟡♡ warnings taylor swift || breakups/heartbreak || swearing

⋆˙⟡♡ characters hollywood \\ players

⋆˙⟡♡ chapters one || two || three || tba

⋆˙⟡♡ status ongoing!

𝓁𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒, 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐼'𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃 ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ ｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

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euphoricimagination · 2 years

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Feat. Atsumu and Kuroo

Warnings: Mentions of being followed

Atsumu

Walking alone at night wasn't the best idea, but you didn't have many options considering your shift today. A few minutes after walking towards your house you started to feel a presence behind you, and when you sneakily looked back you noticed a someone following you.

At first you thought you were overreacting, he could easily just be going in your same direction, but just to make sure you decided to do a detour. You enter to a convenience store, went to buy a coffee, and yet he was still there, right behind you. That's when you started to panic.

Deciding to enter the most populated area, you notice 4 tall men walking towards a restaurant, the Black Jackals. In your state of panic you completely forgot about their popularity, so you started walking towards the blonde setter since he was the one near you. Did you know him? Not personally, you only seen him in the court. But right now, you didn’t care.

“Oh, Miya-san? Hi! Do you remember me?” you say moving to hug him quickly, without giving him time to react.

He was taken aback, logically after a stranger just hug him out of nowhere calling his name. Who were you? Were you a fan? How come you just hug him? He could see his teammates faces, all with the same confusion on. But the initial shock quickly left when he heard you whisper “Please help me, a dude is following me. I'm Yn”

And just like that Miya Atsumu became the best actor ever.

“Yn-chan? Haven't see ya since high school! How are ya?” says hugging you back tightly. He feels you relax in his arms while answering his question, you were probably happy that he followed your little act. “See? I told ya I'd become a pro. Now I'm even stronger than before!”

“I can see that” you smile at him when you moved away, eyes flickering to the dude who suddenly looks nervous “It's nice to see you again Miya-san”

“Cmon, call me Tsumu. Why don't you join us for dinner? I'll present you my team”. Putting an arm through your shoulders, he walks you to where the rest of his team are, all of them greeting you and welcoming you excitedly.

After a few minutes you look back only to notice that the dude was gone. Letting a sigh full lf relief out, you quickly turn to Atsumu “Thank you for helping me, Miya-san. I started to panic and didn't know what else to do”

“It's alright pretty, and I told you to call me Tsumu”. He squeezes your shoulder slightly, still not letting you go.

The rest of the Jackals frown in confusion, Bokuto being the first to ask “Wait, didn't you know each other?”, making you shake your head. You explain the situation to them and their reaction instantly warms your heart, as Bokuto and Hinata come to hug you and Sakusa mutters some insults to that guy.

“However, my proposal still stands pretty” says Atsumu pulling you a bit closer to his body “I'm not letting you go yet when the creep may come back. I want to be 100% sure that you are safe”

“Thanks, but are you sure? I don't want to interrupt”. As soon as you said that you heard a chorus of ‘It's okay!’ Or ‘You’re not interrupting!’ from the two excited men; even Sakusa did a little nod.

“Don't worry pretty, dinner it’s on me”. With that the three start walking towards the restaurant once again while Atsumu looks at you with that famous smile of his, taking your hand delicately “I would love to get to know you now, pretty”

Kuroo

Being one of Kuroo's closest friends meant having constant meetups with him. He always insisted on hanging out at least once at week, and although he can get really annoying about it, you were more than happy if it meant to spend more time with him.

So that's why you're here, sitting outside of his college, waiting for him to finish his classes so you can go to his apartment to watch a movie. Focusing on your phone, you don't even notice when someone sits beside you; but then again, it was a university, more than one person would want to sit there too.

It was when you felt a small rub against your knee that you look up to the person beside you, a young dude that had a little smirk on. Now, if there wasn't a lot of space available you wouldn't have thought much about it, everyone could make accidents; but you two were the only ones in that bench, and he was unnecessarily close to you. Saying that you were uncomfortable was a understatement.

When the dude notices your eyes on him, his smirk becomes bigger “Hi there, what are you doing here alone?”

“I'm waiting for my... boyfriend, actually”. You can see that he doesn't fully believe you, raising an eyebrow.

“Boyfriend? You don't sound too convince about that” says passing his arm over your shoulder. You immediately shook him off, trying to stand up

“Don't touch me, thank you”, you were a mix of annoyed and angry. The dude didn't seem like a threat, if anything it look like he was just trying to flirt, but he was doing a terrible job at it.

“C'mon, I just want to get to know you. And you clearly don't have a boyfriend so why not?”

“Who says she doesn't?” a familiar voice reach your ears and making you look up to Kuroo, who just arrived and could clearly see your uncomfortable state. Thankfully playing volleyball for so many years not only help him to gain a strong physique, but also help him to learn how to be intimidating. Straighten himself to look even taller, he looks at the dude with annoyance “She’s MY girlfriend; and even if she wasn't you shouldn't pressure her into talking to you. C'mon baby, let's go to our house"

You immediately take his hand when you stand up, walking away from the bench. You feel your cheeks blush when Kuroo intertwine your hands together giving them a soft squeeze, even when you already were far from the dude “Thanks Tetsu, it was so awkward”

“Of course, sunshine, my mom taught me good morals” he jokes, you catch a prominent blush in his ears when he looked away “Maybe I should be your boyfriend for real, you know, so the creeps stay far away from you”

Blushing even harder, you smile looking at the floor “That sounds nice”

@crystal-lilac

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armins-main-hoe · 1 year

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Can you please please write Miya triplets hc? What if Atsumu and Osamu had a troublesome triplet sister just like themselves? Whether he is interested in sports or volleyball is up to you. Thank you 💞

Miya triplets headcanons

Atsumu, Osamu and Y/n, these three were known to cause trouble when they were kids. The three of you really did like to play pranks on anyone. First it was your parents, then your grandparents, when you three entered school, it became your classmates.

Your school then put the three of you into three different classes because they really could not handle the three of you together.

This was when Osamu began to calm down and became the more calmer and quieter one out of your three. Though that did not mean he would stop teasing you and Atsumu.

Though the school could not keep you three apart all the time, there was lunch where students from different classes would hang out and eat together.

You would be sitting with your friends, laughing and chatting away when all of a sudden your juice is gone. You stop laughing immediately and look at your friends who were already looking at Atsumu.

"Give it back!" You stand up and go to grab it back.

"No, you swapped our juices didn't you? It's only fair that I get to drink both juices- OW"

You punched his stomach and when he bent down you grabbed the juice box and quickly drank it all.

"Why you litTLE-"

Now your brother is chasing you down the hallways and around the school until lunch break is over. Osamu had watched the two of you run back and forth outside from his classroom window, looking down at the two of you like you both were two complete idiots.

While growing up, your brothers had always been attracted to sports, your parents would put you in sports too because they wanted to take cute pictures of the three of you together, holding up a ball all muddy.

You then grew to like playing sports too and began to willingly join your brothers in their games.

Then came high school (middle school? i forgot which stage of education they are in when they play volleyball :/) and you noticed your brothers had joined the boys volleyball club.

You don't know why they chose volleyball out off all the sports they could have chosen. Don't think you ever played volleyball that much either.

There was a day where you had forgotten your house keys and you knew your parents weren't gonna be home so you went over to your brothers' practice to ask them to give you their spare key.

That's when you first officially met their teammates and since the coach wasn't in that day, their captain allowed you to hang out with them for a bit ( totally not because they all sort of had a crush on you ).

You had your brothers' teammates teach you the basics of volleyball and whenever you would fail a serve or a receive, you would hear your brothers' annoying, loud laughs behind you. That's when you would throw the volleyballs at them, hoping to hit all the laughter out of them.

After that day, you would sometimes watch your brothers practice before deciding that you too also want to play volleyball. So then you joined the girls team.

Sometimes the school would have a mini match with the boys team against the girls team, that's when you would challenge your brothers saying that if you win then they both have to you snacks and if they win you have to buy them snacks.

Safe to say, both sides have had their wallets bruised enough times.

You noticed that volleyball became a rather important hobby to your brothers, specifically Atsumu. You enjoyed volleyball yourself too but as the school years went by, you don't think you would want to make a career out of it. Osamu told you that he too shared the same feelings. So then after your third year, you both decided to cheer Atsumu on from the sidelines while he reaches his volleyball goals.

Though I keep thinking that you too would have a career which causes you to have some fame too. Like a singer or an actor, maybe a famous author? But I feel like if you were to ever have interviews, they would ask you about Atsumu and think that you both were twins. You would then tell them that actually you do have another brother and the three of you are triplets. This would cause your fans to want to see to interact with Atsumu and your other brother whose name they do not know.

Even though the three of you grew up arguing and only working together to throw pranks on others, the three of you do love each other very much. You remember when you had gotten into your first relationship, your brothers had gotten very, very protective of you. So you know that even if the three of you grow up and end up living very far away, the bond you all have as siblings could never be severed.

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selarina · 11 months

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Silence in Glamour's Wake

→ Osamu Miya x Fem ! Actress Reader

Summary: Miya Osamu finds himself a reluctant guest at an award function, accompanying his brother, Atsumu. Lost in a sea of opulence, Osamu's disengaged gaze lands on an actress whose name eludes his memory.

Content Warnings: after party, fluff, swearing, underlying angst on osamu’s part, osamu miya needs some sleep, atsumu is shirtless at one point because yes

Word Count: 1.5k words

Author's Notes: This is painstakingly a first draft but I'll edit it soon, I promise. Enjoy!

Also, this is how I imagine Osamu in this story. Hugh Grant, my beloved <3

Read on AO3

His eyes take in the imagery of the entrance to the avenue. He takes in the scene – the event is one of ostentatious glamour and blinding jewels; with actors and actresses scattered across much like priced antiques at a flea market. They stand in their spots for the onlookers to gawk at, to be interviewed, and to eternalise. They will remain ageless and timeless in the photographs taken today. Their photographs will make it all the way to eternity. His will age and weather to dust in the confines of his shop, and perhaps, with luck by his side, his photograph may even make it into a small crevice within his grandchild's house.

His gaze shifts to the flurry of activity where the photographers are crowding at. He moves his head to see past the heads blocking his eye-line and he sees more people racing around her, people assisting her with her dress by straightening out the creases at the edge of her seams and another rushing to touch up her makeup. He realises he’s seen a movie or two with her in it, but he can’t really recall her name. People scramble to make her look picture-perfect. But she isn't, he decides.

He notices a soft smudge in her makeup, the trembling in her hands, and a look of wrapped-up confusion on her face. It fades — very quickly — into a big smile, he almost thinks he must've imagined all the imperfections. He doesn't think anyone else noticed, aside from the ones who tried hard to fix them, but he does because he supposes that is what disengaged onlookers would do.

If he’s being honest, he’s been flitting rather mindlessly from one overstimulating scene to another, staggering behind his brother and his brother’s co-star. That is if he could even call Atsumu a star at all, at least in the realm of acting.

Atsumu recently cameoed for a brief few seconds, seconds so short you could almost miss it unless you truly cared about him, or about the film. The film later went on to gain one too many acclamations, and in turn, the organizers of the event decided to extend an invitation to Atsumu, and one lucky guest. The guest was hand-picked almost instantly, explaining Osamu’s current predicament.

Osamu tried to turn it down really, he had firmly decided and he walked up to Atsumu with an apology ready and everything but once he looked at the stupid ugly grin adorning his face, he soberly agreed to join him. He found that he could rarely ever say no to Atsumu when it came to certain things.

His eyes flit up to the actress, and he notices that her smile is still present but not as big. He also notices a soft slump in her back when the cameras move to the next star — an actor this time. He doesn’t turn to look back at you, now enamoured by the actor, noticing his tastefully coordinated outfit embellished with a sweet leather jacket. He’s always wanted one, but could never truly bring himself to buy one.

—

The award function went by in a swift few hours, what with Osamu being asleep for most of it. He really should have taken the day off work yesterday, he thinks as he dawdles at the bar of the afterparty. He felt bad, but he has an inkling that Atsumu barely cared about his presence after a bit, what with him cozying up with a certain actress he seemed to recognise from a few movie posters that have been on the billboards of late. But he did learn the actress’ name, the one from the red carpet, when she cascaded up the stairs to pick up her award — her first SAG award, she exclaimed and went on to speak an eloquent few words, thanking so and so. He doesn’t remember the rest, but it seemed to be something akin to the dozen other speeches he heard today.

He dawdles across, not really knowing how to interact with the people, they’re all so — trained? He’s not one for networking, he’s good at socialising, but not networking. He moves from room to room, trying to find one that’s empty, or at least almost empty.

He’s tired and he wants to sleep but he also doesn’t want to half-ass this. And frankly, he thinks if he falls asleep before 1 am today, he will have to consider it a personal failure. So, he walks out of the room and moves on to another. He can’t tell if he’s already been here since they all look a bit alike — white walls, fancy couches, dim yellow light, sometimes a dim blue light. He walks in, and his fingers may as well be crossed, and… it’s empty.

He hears a clang, just then. Well, almost empty, he thinks.

He looks up, and it’s you — the SAG award winner, the eloquent speaker, and the red-carpet actress. You’re wearing a different outfit now, a lot less glamorous but still something an actress would wear to an event.

“Shit!” You exclaim, but before you could bend down to pick up whatever has fallen, he picks it up instead. It looks like an earring, an intricate one at that.

“Here,” he gives it to you, and he almost drops it again, it’s surprisingly slippery against his fingers.

“Fuck,” you half-laugh in relief. “Wouldn’t want to drop that.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” you say as you delicately place the earrings in an embezzled case of silver. “I’d have to buy it then.”

“It’s not yours?” He asks, rather confused.

“Nope, just on loan for now.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t really like it,” you say.

“Okay,” he responds.

A few beats later, he asks, out of sheer curiosity, “But you could buy it, right?”

You look up, a bit surprised, but you reply, “Yeah.”

“Okay,” he says.

“Wouldn’t want to though,” you add.

“Fair enough,” he shrugs.

He isn’t really sure if he should leave the room, or if he should introduce himself, so he just stands there with the drink in his hand. He becomes all too aware of the precipitating water leaking around the rim of the cup and his fingers. He feels like he should place the drink down at before the cup slips past his fingers, so he does, and that somehow prompts you to sit.

He promptly takes a seat on the sofa adjacent to yours. You and he sit in silence, you nursing your drink just as he nurses his.

“I’m Miya, by the way.” He says after sitting silently for a bit. He finds that it’s nice — the silence, you look like you wanted it — but something prompts him to talk so he did. “Miya Osamu,” he clarifies. He always does.

“I know,” you say.

“You… do?” He asks, letting the confusion sit on his face, with a tilted head, and squinting eyes.

“Yeah,” you say, and he waits. A beat later, he realises that you are probably not going to elaborate.

“How come?” He asks, feeling a bit too curious for his liking.

“Hmm,” you say inquisitively. “So… you’re telling me you’re not the blonde guy dancing shirtless on top of a kitchen table,” you ask.

He looks confused but he peeks out the window, which displays another room in sight, one that has his brother, joyously, and drunkenly dancing atop a cluttered table to a crowd of people. The amusement in your tone is not very evidently present, but he supposes that makes it all the more amusing.

“Yeah,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “Yeah, that’s not me.”

“Right,” you smile. “Good to know.”

The two of you sit again in the gregarious silence as you take a sip of your drink and slump further into your chair, twisting a bit till you found a comfortable position.

“I could tell though,” you say after a few moments of silence, and he looks up at you again. “When you walked in,” you continue. “I could tell you weren’t Atsumu.”

“Could you?” He asks, interested again in this conversation, and in you.

“Yeah, I have had the pleasure of meeting Atsumu Miya, and you, well, you aren’t him.” He isn’t sure how to take it, he never is sure about that, but he decides to take it with grace per usual, as he prepares his words.

“You have a calmer quality to you,” you say before he could say anything.

He doesn’t say anything. He takes a sip of his drink, “You could tell that with… what? All of the 5 seconds I took to walk into the room?” He asks, earnestly.

“Yeah,” you respond almost instantaneously. He looks up at you now, and he finds that you’re staring at him.

“Okay,” he says.

You smile and go back to nursing your drink again. He continues to stare at you, and he sees a tinge of smudged makeup around your upper lip, but your hands are firm now as you take a sip of your drink. And he smiles, he thinks you look properly beautiful.

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yenonnoff · 4 months

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TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! 18. brewing up a storm

note: between the span of two days (pics 2-8 are the previous day)

masterlist ⌒☆ previous ⌒☆ next

fun facts:

in exchange for osamu taking a picture of him, atsumu had to buy him food.

atsumu's the type to want 50 pics of the same pose in case one looked better than the other. he's incredibly stingy abt it (save osamu...)

kenma ALWAYS uses snowball as an excuse to exit conversations.

making bets is a custom in the group! they make bets for anything, even during board games (p.s. kuroo always bets high and lose). i mean, they're famous and successful; they must have money just laying around somewhere...

TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE! ｡ｏ♡ an atsumu miya smau

synopsis: when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

a/n: i love chaos actually. i also went through like a million different title names for this chapter

taglist is open! dm or ask to be a part of it! (those bolded were unable to be tagged)

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polafairy · 2 years

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SAKUATSU (and other rarepair ships) FIC MASTERLIST!

saw someone do this and i just had to give my 2 cents because i have way too much love for these! some of these recs are no stranger to sexual intimacy for a heads up! One thing guaranteed is that all of these are completed, and HEA despite the angst that may come through :)

SAKUATSU

1. smoke and mirrors

ohmygod. i read this in the plane to new york and MY was i seated reading this whole thing. this sneaky little fic gave me all the domesticity & fluff my heart couldn't handle but alas, as most fake relationship aus do, it also fucking broke me BUT picked the pieces back up very nicely. 10/10.

(msby jackals, r-rated, CUTE)

2. the affective presence of our black and white reruns

lord have merthy. literally pining at its best!! they are both idiots and bad at feelings but good at.. very good at /it/. also you should keep in mind that this fic is inspired by paramore's all i wanted was you and let me tell you nothing bad ever comes out of being inspired by paramore. ever. skts from u-18 camp up until msby jackals.

3. bound

AHHHHH. LITERALLY the crème de la crème of slow burn. Actors au? Check. Killer banter? Check. Gratifying cast of characters? CHECK. ao3 user internetpistol is VITAL to the sakuatsu fanfiction circle, all her works are must-reads! very r-rated. as in this is equal amounts porn and feelings.

4. hand study

THIS IS CRACK. If you need to believe in love again this is literally all you need. It also breaks you for extra measure on the realness. This is also Atsumu with hand fetish reserved only for Kiyoomi but accidently injures it during practice so now he decides to take care of Kiyoomi in his apartment where they do sexy domestic couple shit and slowly fall in love and fuck it up but resolve it again. The perfect ingredients list as u can tell.

(MSBY jackals, fluff, r-rated)

5. play among the stars

I usually take a hard pass on sci-fi material BUT HELLO??? SEXY BODYGUARD KIYOOMI AND SEXY CRIMINAL ATSUMU STUCK ON THE MOON FOR 2 MONTHS?? What insane person would pass on that. Also very easy to pick up on despite its content surrounding on space. r-rated.

6. again, until it's perfect

this is utter perfection. I have so much love for skts stupidity and top tier banter and this is just all of that but also gives satisfaction to the heart.

(easy one-sitting read, msby teammates skts, fluff)

7. three sheets to the wind

this is literature. like miss ao3 user fairycake can write romeo and juliet but shakespear will never be able to write three sheets to the wind by ao3 user fairycake. lil bit r-rated

(pirate au, heaven sent, witty as hell, impressive humor)

RAREPAIRS

1. persephone by batman

kageyama/tsukishima. arranged marriage. strangers to lovers. lyrical writing it almost ALMOST puts t swift to shame. feelings dripped in gold.

2. venus planet of love by fatal

kageyama/kunimi. again with the lyrical writing this is literally the integration of love and poetry.

3. hunger by iphido

akaashi/osamu. even more beautiful writing. 2 souls trying to pick up the pieces of their hearts together i love them.

4. questionnaire by iphido

kageyama/oikawa. poetry through an interview and it's very short but just very sweet.

5. the contest between by batman

akaashi/osamu. this fic has my soul in shambles. it has so much care, research, and love for food and feelings. the chef miya osamu (side dilf) agenda is also just excellently done. yearning seeps through every word and i just love this so much please give it a chance.

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lowkeyremi · 1 year

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How they react when you tell them they have bad breath as a joke :') IM ONLY DOING THIS BC I THINK ITS FUNNY

✦ Includes: (Timeskip) Atsumu, Bokuto, Noya, Tsukki, Ushijima, and Aran <3

✦ Genre: Fluff/Angst (just a lil bit of angst) <3

✦ CW: (it was intended fem reader but there are no pronouns so GN!reader?) mild language, implied relationships + marriage and mentions of bad breath

Atsumu

Your faux blond boyfriend hops into the passenger seat of your car. For the first time in a while he doesn't have practice. Being on a division one team makes dates with Atsumu limited. None the less you were still happy to see him. You've already set up your phone camera for the prank you are about to play on him. It's your revenge for when he ditched your date to get drinks with his team. He's all giddy and smiley as he buckles his seat belt. "Hi, my love." You almost didn't want to go through with it. He's like a golden retriever puppy.

"Hey, 'Tsumu." You smile back at him. He leans in for a kiss and you back away immediately. There's confusion written on his face and you try your best not to laugh. "God, did you even brush? That breath is terrible." You say in pure disgust, you should be a paid actor.

He frowns and cups a hand to his mouth to smell his breath. "What are you talking about? My breath is fine!" He says pouting. "Atsumu Miya, your breath smells rancid." You cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. He continues to pout. "Be right back, I'll go brush again."

He opens the car door and you burst into laughter. He swings his head back around so fast that it could give him whiplash. "What?" He asks still pouting. "Tsumu, I was kidding baby. Your breath is fine. I was getting you back because you ditched me to get drinks with your team." He stood there, dumbfounded at the words you just said. "Oh.." He hops back into the car and shuts the door. "Can I kiss you now?" He asks.

Bokuto

You're in bed, mainly because Kotaro drained all your energy last night. Why did you decide to marry a pro athlete? Anyway, the sun is peaking through your window and Kotaro isn't in bed anymore. His warmth was no longer with you since he's gotten out of bed. You weren't even sure what he was doing but a thought popped into your head.

What if you tell him his breath smells? His reaction will be priceless. Your bedroom door is slammed open and your husband's voice echoes the room, "Hey, hey, hey! Morning, Sleepy-head!" You sit up to see he's got a plate full of breakfast for you. "Aww thank you, Ko." He beams at your response and hands you the food. He sits next to you and starts talking about some random thing his co-worker's (Barnes) toddler has been up to.

"Jeez, baby. Your breath stinks." His eyes widen and he meets your gaze. "Really?!" He rushes to the bathroom and you hear the sink start up. Two minutes later he's back and he gives you a view of his smile with all his teeth. "Better?" He asks you. He sits on the bed. "It was a prank! Your breath was fine." You giggle at him. "Really? Oh! Well now my breath smells extra good." You shake your head laughing. "You're something else."

Nishinoya

Noya's away traveling while you're still in the country. He calls and facetimes you every day. A long distance relationship was not something ideal for you, but you put up with it for him. You're reading your favorite book when your phone vibrates. You picked it up to check who it is, it's Noya. You smile as you swipe to answer his facetime.

"HIII BABYYY." He says a little too enthusiastically. He's probably drunk right now, because of the time differences it's night where he is. "Hey Yuu. What are you up to?" He giggles like a school girl. "I had a few drinks 'n now I'm headin' home. Just wanna talk to my love." It melts your heart to hear him say that.

"I miss you, Yuu." A sigh escaped your lips. "I miss you tooooooo." He slurs his words. He was breathing right onto the camera so you decide to say, "Back up, your breath stinks. Chew some gum or something." He laughs at your statement. "You can't even smell it." He smiles. "I can smell it through the screen, super senses." He rolls his eyes. "I love you." He says softly and you frown. You miss him so much and it's hard. "I love you too, Noya." You two spend the next couple of hours talking about random stuff.

Tsukishima

You and your best friend were out eating hotpot together at a restaurant. Tsukishima finishes off a slice of onion and continues to tell you about his college experience. "My calculus profess-" You plug your nose and scrunch up your face (as a joke). "Jeez, don't talk to me with onion breath." He rolls his eyes and pretends he doesn't care. It obviously bothered him though because he kept cupping his hand to his mouth to see if it does smell. There's an awkward silence for a bit and it's suffocating. "Tsukki! I was kidding, it's not even that bad."

He pouted and turned away from you. "Don't talk to me, my breath stinks remember?" "It was a prank." You whine. You kind of knew he was gonna be sour about this. Luckily, he just rolls his eyes and continues to tell you about his calculus professor.

Don't think he forgave you though! He got you back when you were least expecting it :)

Ushijima (oh no)

You'd realize something while sitting down and watching a sitcom. You've never pranked Ushijima.. like ever. Your daughter runs up to you to show you her drawing. "I have an idea!" You tell her and her eyes light up and she starts squealing. "Let's prank daddy and tell him his breath smells bad." She claps her hands at the idea.

The two of you go on about your day normally. Dinner's been made and Wakatoshi's is in the microwave. Your hand massages your daughter's scalp as she's sitting in your lap watching her favorite TV show.

The door clicks, meaning that Wakatoshi is home. Your daughter turns her head to look at you and you put a finger to your lips indicating that the prank is a secret. He walks over to the couch and tries to place a kiss on his daughter's forehead like he always does. Her face scrunches up and she says, "P U, daddy your breath stinks!"

He's confused at first. "If so, then why do you let me kiss your forehead every evening when I get home?" She hesitates for a second before coming up with an excuse. "Well daddy, I never said anything before because I didn't want to make you sad." He frowns and you and your daughter try to keep in the laughter.

"Let me smell." You say to your husband and he leans over to reach you and he blows a small breath in your face. It smells like mint, which implies he probably brushed after practice. "Ew, it is bad. Baby, you need to take care of that before you give out any kisses." He's still so confused (poor bean). "But I brush after practice." You roll your eyes. "Clearly not good enough." He walks away and heads toward the staircase to go upstairs and brush his teeth. He's grumbling the whole way. Your daughter starts to laugh which triggers your laugh. Wakatoshi, half way up the stairs stops and turns to look at you and your little munchkin. "What's so funny?" You smile at him. "Honey, we were kidding! I was watching a funny sitcom and decided I wanted to prank you. Your breath smells minty fresh." Your daughter joins in, "Yeah daddy your breath smells good!"

He huffs and walks back down the stairs. "Prepare yourselves because the tickle-monster is in town." The two of you scream as Wakatoshi tickles you guys. You try to form words through fits of laughter. "We- we're sorry!"

Aran ;3

Waking up should be a workout in and of itself. You wake up next to your boyfriend who usually wakes up first. He must be sleepy if he's not awake and you are. You just lie awake in bed thinking of all those times you've tried to kiss Aran good morning but he'd respond with 'Brush those teeth first, morning breath." It made you a little cranky sometimes because all you wanted to do was love on him.

After about an hour you hear him stirring awake. While he was sleep you've formed a plan, if he tries to kiss you, you'll do the same thing he always does in the morning.

"Mmm, baby." You hear his rich deep voice call out for you. (ugh im down bad for him <3 the representation is so real) He turns to you and cups your face. "Morning, love bug." He says with a smile on his face. A heated feeling pools at your stomach but you weren't going to get soft now, not after every time he's denied you a kiss.

You watch as his full lips pucker up and he attempts to kiss your cheek. When you pull away from him he looks at you with concern and asks, "did I make you mad the other day? I know I said I'd be home early, but practice ran late."

"Don't kiss me before brushing your teeth, morning breath." You say mocking his deep voice. He shrugs and gets up to go brush his teeth. "Aran I was kidding, I was copying you anytime I tried to kiss you in the morning." He continued his walk to the bathroom. "Even if you are kidding it doesn't matter, I need to pee anyway so I might as well knock out brushing my teeth."

You chuckle shaking your head at him. This man is truly the hottest man ever something else. You get up to join him in his morning routine.

FIN.

Thanks for reading, seems a lot of you guys liked my Haikyuu dad head canon post so I might do more of those :3 It took me way too long to get this out cuz I lost motivation lol. I don't know what made me do this, ig I see a lot of the same scenarios so I decided to change it up. Bye >:3

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mochalate · 3 months

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"one and a half at onigiri miya" ; f!reader/atsumu miya w/c: 2.2k ; fluff c/w: implied drug use atsumu salvages what was shaping up to be a disastrous first date with you, a former child and teen actress; and currently one of the biggest stars on the pop music charts.

Atsumu’s no stranger to first dates.

(Never mind that he rarely gets to the second one.)

That’s why, when his phone pings again— this time with a text stating your usual, from an unknown number, and signed with a name Atsumu doesn’t recognize— he’s confident enough to say this does not feel like a good first date.

Asking him to order in advance, and getting your assistant to send it to him— you may as well have said, “Hi, Atsumu. I’m having second thoughts and want to get this done as quickly as possible. Delete my number immediately.”

Atsumu wonders if he somehow managed to do something wrong, in the forty eight odd hours between meeting you, and right now. He rests his chin on interlaced fingers, and closes his eyes, drowning out the hum of conversation in the restaurant; just like he does on the court.

It’s easy enough to picture where he met you first.

It’s where he spends most of his time, after all— the Jackals’ home court. It’s been set-dressed to hell with all the props for a music video, and there are more lights and cameras than he’s ever seen in his life for one person; but it’s still familiar.

Strangely, you’re familiar too.

He’s been watching your face his whole life— first in those corny childrens’ movies that he remembers loving (but are probably better left being enjoyed as memories), and then later, in those tear-jerker dramas his mother is so fond of. You’re on the billboard right outside the building, for crying out loud.

Atsumu has heard that the camera lies; but he doesn’t think that’s true. You look just as beautiful sitting on the bleachers in sweats with no makeup (resting after dancing for the better part of the evening— Atsumu is impressed with your stamina), as you do playing any heroine.

(When he tells Kiyoomi he’s going to ask you out, Kiyoomi tells him that being murdered by a crazy stalker that’s not even there for him is just about the lamest thing to have on an obituary. Atsumu tells him to fuck off.)

He doesn’t have his phone— no recordings, that was the condition your manager laid down when people asked to watch— so he scribbles his number down on the back of a convenience store receipt he finds in his pocket for box dye, and gives it to you.

“Miya, right?” you ask him, smiling softly at the ballpoint print.

Atsumu’s heart skips a beat, and he immediately forgets everything he’s rehearsed. “You know me? Are you a Jackals fan?” The words tumble out of his mouth, and he cringes at how breathless he sounds.

“I read your website on the way here.”

There’s an awkward silence— awkward for him, because you’re smiling pleasantly at him, waiting for him to continue; and it’s making it really hard to remember what he’d planned to say. He’s sure Kiyoomi is watching him fumble this from the other side of the gym.

You seem to take pity on him. “This is your personal number, right? I’ll check my schedule with my manager and text you a time when I’m free.”

Atsumu is sure he’s blown it, as he watches you get up and dust yourself off. Who ever followed up on a promise of texting later? But then you pause on your way to your team, and turn back to him.

“I remembered you, because I liked your interview. There are no expectations or memories on the court, was it? I liked that. I'll see you soon.”

When the car pulls up to the restaurant, you wonder if you should just call the whole thing off. It had been disappointing, having Atsumu Miya ask you to come here. Sure, you haven’t been to this particular establishment in a while, but these places tended to meld together after the first hundred times.

Athletes, apparently, are not much more imaginative than actors. It seems obvious in hindsight.

So much for trying something new, you think miserably.

“I’ll bring the car up front when you’re ready to leave, ma’am,” your driver tells you. You don’t remember his name. Your agency always gives you a different one each time.

You nod politely at the middle-aged man, and take a moment with your compact to make sure your face is arranged in a neutral position. Anyone walking past would probably think you were just obsessed with yourself.

People walking past always had a lot of opinions.

“Which role was the most challenging for you, as an actor?” they would always ask.

“Each role has its own unique challenges!” you would say.

The real answer, though, was probably being convincing in all those dramas meant to assure young girls that no one thinks about you as much as you fear, honest.

Lies.

Good thing you trade in those.

You think you’re telling a good lie tonight, of wanting to enjoy this date— thanking Atsumu for waiting for you (why didn’t you just order?), and saying you love this restaurant (the last time you said that, the owner was sponsoring a project); that you’re so glad to be here again (you barely remember its name).

That’s why you’re surprised when Atsumu sees right through them.

“Look,” he says, setting down his appetiser, “I picked this place because I googled you, and saw you saying you liked it. But I don’t think you do.”

Was he calling you a liar? You are, but you don’t like being called one. “Why’s that?”

“Because your usual isn’t even on the menu.” He runs a hand through what’s obviously the result of the box dye on that receipt you still have in your purse. “And… it feels like you’re treating this like an interview.”

“Excuse me?”

Atsumu frowns. “I didn't mean to offend ya,” he closes his eyes. “Ye’re just not saying anything I don't already know. Safe stuff. PR stuff.”

You don't miss the way his dialect peeks through, and it’s what convinces you he's being sincere. A liar wouldn't allow that. You'd know.

So you keep talking. “Do you know a lot about me?”

This makes him blush. “I'm not a stalker or anythin',” he grumbles, “I liked yer movies growing up. And I watched some interviews last night. Since ya liked mine.”

Something in you wants to take a chance on this tall man, too honest for his own good. Who doesn't seem to know how to lie.

“Okay, Atsumu," you say, setting down your spoon. "Here's something I haven't ever said in an interview: I hate fancy restaurants. Every time I say I like one, it's a sponsorship deal.”

His eyes widen. “Every time?”

“Getting all dressed up just to eat? All these rules about which spoon to use? Why would anyone like that? And they make you pay through the nose for the privilege of letting them wait for you to mess up.”

Atsumu looks distressed. “Ya hate this date.”

It's your turn to be surprised, because you find that you suddenly don't. “This is the most fun conversation I've had in a while, actually.”

You can see him brighten up. “So I still have a chance, is what I'm hearin’. Can ya give me a minute? I need to make a phone call.”

Osamu’s shocked face may just be the best part of Atsumu’s night.

“Jealous, ‘Samu?” he asks, because you excused yourself to the bathroom right after the two of you arrived at Onigiri Miya and won't hear him; and also because he wouldn't have been able to resist anyway.

“Don't get ahead of yerself, Mr. One Date Wonder,” Osamu deadpans without missing a beat.

Atsumu scowls. “Charge me triple if ya want, but don't ya dare call me that in front of her.”

Osamu grins at him, and retreats to the kitchen. Atsumu realises he never offered a menu, but he supposes he trusts him enough to not fuck up food of all things.

The restaurant is empty, as is the street outside. All the tables have their chairs set up on them upside down, save for the one Atsumu is sitting at. The window shades are closed. If he couldn't hear Osamu clinking around in the kitchen, and smell the savoury scent of cooking meat, he would have thought he'd been abandoned.

He'd asked Osamu to make sure the date would be private, but he's half starting to worry you thought you were about to be murdered, and the bathroom was just an excuse to escape; when you return, and join him at the table.

Atsumu’s never seen anyone look this good under the yellow incandescent light of Onigiri Miya. You're looking around, completely fascinated by the surroundings.

“I think you like this better,” he ventures. “So hopefully this isn't the worst first date you've been on anymore.”

You laugh, a genuine laugh that isn't like the ones from earlier at all. Atsumu feels his heart beat a little quicker.

“Maybe it's our second,” you say wryly. “I googled you too. Don't you want to get past the first—”

“Don't say it!” Atsumu groans. “Let's call this… one and a half, alright? I'll take ya somewhere real special for the second one.” He realises what he said, and his ears grow warm. “I didn't mean— I'm not tryna be pushy—”

“I'd love to go out with you again, Atsumu. You're a sweet guy.”

Atsumu is glad Osamu brings the food out at that point, because he's having trouble finding his tongue. You want to go out with him. Again.

“Here you go,” Osamu says, setting down the plates. “Beef Shigureni.” He catches Atsumu’s eye. Atsumu thinks he must be making a very entertaining face right now, because he rolls his eyes, and adds, “On the house.”

Atsumu isn't worried you won't like the food— Osamu's good at what he does— but he still enjoys watching the smile blossom on your face after you take a bite.

“I have something to confess,” you say, looking down at the plate. “My manager told me to accept any numbers from the Jackals. It was going to be a PR thing. Get myself a different audience.”

“Wha—”

“I don't want it to just be a PR thing anymore,” you continue unabated, now looking right into his eyes, brows furrowed. “I just wanted to… be honest with you.”

Atsumu blinks, not quite sure how to respond. “Okay.”

“That's it?” You look shocked. “You're not going to accuse me of using you?”

“I'm pretty sure you're more famous than I am.”

There's a moment of silence, before you burst out laughing. Atsumu's not quite sure why that was funny, but he's glad it was.

“Do you have any questions for me, Atsumu?” you ask, wiping away a tear.

He thinks. “Did ya really have something delaying ya, earlier? Or…” Or did you just want to get rid of me, he thinks, but doesn't dare say out loud.

“There were some very persistent paparazzi I had to shake off. I wouldn't do something cheap like that, I keep all my appointments.”

He's relieved. “Ask me something.”

You take another bite of the onigiri and chew thoughtfully. “Okay,” you say after swallowing, “do you drink?”

“Rarely, it messes with my training. But if you want something, we can ask ‘Samu to—”

You wave him off. “It's sad to drink alone. Don't worry about it. Your turn.”

Atsumu is nervous to ask, but he gives it a shot. “I have a practice match tomorrow. Do you think you could come watch? It's not public, so ya don't have to worry about getting mobbed or anything—”

“You have a game tomorrow and you're out with me?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

He scratches the back of his head, self conscious. “This is the date you said you were free. And I wanted to see you sooner rather than later. I can still get enough sleep.”

Atsumu thinks your smile is radiant enough to light up the room. “I'll be there for sure.”

“Ma’am, don't tell Ms. Akiyama you snuck out of the restaurant on my watch, please,” your driver tells you anxiously as you get into the car. “She'll fire me.”

“She doesn't have to know,” you say, waving at Atsumu through the window as the driver starts up the engine and begins to drive away from Onigiri Miya. “Don't worry.”

“I think I saw a camera flash go off across the street when you came out,” he continues. You can see his eyes nervously flicking left and right in the rear-view mirror. “She'll know.”

You sigh, and assure him he'll be left out of any stories you'll have to tell your manager. As you relax into the seat, a pleasant, warm feeling in your chest; you feel your phone buzz inside your purse. You dig it out.

You bite your lip. There's really no point replying to this now, Haru probably won't be coherent enough to read it until tomorrow morning. But you shoot off a quick ‘Sorry, have to be up early tomorrow’ just in case he is; before putting your phone away.

It's well past midnight, and the wild energy of the city has slowed down into an energetic thrum. You lean back into the seat, and watch the neon signs and lit billboards go by. It's not quite the star-filled sky in the countryside your characters always seem to find themselves under, but tonight, when your heart feels so light, it will do.

“Atsumu Miya,” you mumble under your breath. “What a nice name.”

thank you for reading!! (See I can write fluff!!). Please leave a like/reblog/reply if you enjoyed it

I always thought SMAUs were so fun but also I cannot possibly show not tell enough to do that effectively entirely through screenshots 😔

This is a teaser for a concept I have (fluff/angst ft. celebrity drama, drugs, growing up and maturing in a spotlight, etc).

Let me know if you'd be interested? ;)

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karlyboyyy · 11 months

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As I rewatch Haikyuu for the Nth time, I am once again reminded of how the English dub missed a huge opportunity when they didn’t cast voice actors with any sort of dialect or accent for the Inarizaki players. But more specifically, Miya Atsumu.

In the manga, Atsumu’s dialect is incredibly noticeable and the way he speaks is informal and rough around the edges.

But in the English dub of the anime, the way he speaks is just… boring. Dry. Bland. Like a slice of plain ol’ Wonder bread. 😔

Manga Atsumu: Well? How’d ya like spiking?

Anime Atsumu: So, how’d you like being a spiker?

Manga Kags: ! It was fun. The way you put the ball up is really easy to hit, Miya-san.

Anime Kags: I found it interesting. And the sets you gave me were really easy to work with as well.

Manga Atsumu: Ain’t they? Anybody who can’t hit my sets sucks. That’s all there is to it.

Anime Atsumu: Yeah I know, right? Anyone who can’t hit one of my sets is a real waste of space.

If he were a spice, he’d be flour… 😒

Manga Atsumu: Y’know, Tobio-kun. Don’tcha think yer more cut out to play wing spiker than setter?

Anime Atsumu: But anyway, I wanted to ask you. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be a spiker?

Manga Kags: Why do you think that?

Anime Kags: Why would you ask that?

Manga Atsumu: Cuz you’ve always got your face screwed up in this ‘I’m thinkin’ reeeal hard” look when yer setting… But you looked like you were havin’ a blast when you were playin’ on the left side.

Anime Atsumu: You’ve had this real tense look on your face every time you’ve made a set. But then, it went away while you were playing on the wing.

Where’s the silliness? Huh? Where’s my goofy guy at?? 😤

Like seriously, they couldn’t find a voice actor with a little southern twang in their speech? Or one who could at least fake it?? Or at least someone who would put a little more emotion into my boy Atsumu???

I hate to say it, but they made him sound like just another generic background character. Which is such a damn shame.

#it’s the same with the rest of that team honestly #Osamu’s VA isn’t terrible I guess… but then again he’s not as outspoken as Atsumu so it’s not as noticeable #and none of y’all better come at me with ‘just watch the sub instead!’#because my answer is ✨No✨#I love love love the English dub of the first three seasons #so that’s what I’m used to #and honestly it’s funnier in English #Karly rewatches #haikyuu!!#miya atsumu #atsumu miya #haikyuu!! manga

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cestcirque · 2 years

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Furudate-sensei’s little one-liners / Q&As from the final Haikyuu guidebook! Of course I must collect them all! LET’S GO!!! 😤

*AS ALWAYS I’m still learning the language and cannot guarantee complete accuracy!

Character Comments

Miya Atsumu: When he first appeared, I wasn’t thinking of him as a twin. I basically just drew him to be a mysterious character. But keeping him that way was impossible.

Miya Osamu: When he started talking about food, I decided, “That’s going to be his thing.”

Kita Shinsuke: The character furthest away from the creator. Although he’s the exact opposite of me, he was unexpectedly easy to draw.

Suna Rintarou: He’s from Aichi Prefecture. He came to Inarizaki after being scouted. [this explains why he doesn’t speak Kansai]

Ojiro Aran: He’s probably the type who can’t abandon someone who’s in trouble. I hope he doesn’t get scammed or anything.

Riseki Heisuke: A man who has become mentally buff after tons of mental muscle pain.

Given Name Origins

Note: This is kind of from the perspectives of the parents, since given names are like a wish for the child’s future. Will make more sense if you know what their names mean.

Miya Atsumu: To become a person who helps others.

Miya Osamu: To become a person who helps others.

Kita Shinsuke: He inherited one character from his grandpa.

Suna Rintarou: To be able to walk a just and honest path.

Ojiro Aran: To be a cheerful / jovial person.

Riseki Heisuke: To be able to live calmly.

Ginjima Hitoshi: To be blessed with good relationships / connections to good people.

Omimi Ren: To discipline and refine [himself].

Akagi Michinari: To be able to open up his life / choose between many roads.

Tiny Q&A

Q: Which character did you most enjoy drawing?

Atsumu. Because he’s animal-like.

Q: Was there someone with whom you entrusted editorial supervision while writing Kansai-ben?

Inarizaki is supposed to be in Amagasaki, so characters’ conversations were written by recreating a dialogue between two downtowners inside my head. Occasionally, Miyagawa Daisuke-san [comedian] or Tokui Yoshimi-san [actor] would come in[to my imagination?] so I think the phrasing became properly Kyoto-esque. I believe I had supervision from someone in my editorial department who was from Kansai, but the writing was never changed so I’ve gained some confidence.

[I’m so fascinated by this, it was a pretty extensive answer so I hope I’ve translated correctly. In other words, the Kansai-ben was written mostly intuitively, with occasional reference. すごい🤩]

Q: Which character’s post-graduation path did you have the most trouble with?

Suna. For him to keep playing volleyball or to stop completely —I think either one is possible.

#the kansai aspect is so interesting to me #haikyuu guidebook #translations #haikyuu inarizaki #miya atsumu #miya osamu #kita shinsuke #suna rintarou #ojiro aran #riseki heisuke #ginjima hitoshi #akagi michinari

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