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what the hell is wrong with this guy
coming out of the 927392287338 month long hiatus to support oomf🌚🌚👅👅
a different type of affection | a. miya
throughout your relationship, there were times where atsumu had questioned your love for him.
your expressions seemed almost… ‘smaller’ than his. your words lacked the sweet sayings that his sentences would often have.
the way you’d glare at him whenever he did something annoying, (did you not find it funny? he only meant well..)
the amount of times you’d tell him to get off of you whenever he would be drenched with sweat after practices, (when all he wanted to do was hug you after a long day!)
or the fact that you get too hot when cuddling and eventually let go of him, (is it so much of a hassle to stay in his hold?)
but the more that atsumu stuck around, the more that he had noticed the details.
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BOCCHI
“no use crying over spilled milk.” —except, there probably is.
a. miya x reader
atsumu knows he’s messed up.
he thinks he may need to leave all that he’s accomplished in his lifetime — all because of a simple, but dire mistake.
“this can’t be happenin..” the blonde murmurs, looking at the monstrosity infront of him.
spilled vegetable smoothie. on three dozens of cooling cookies. that you’ve excitedly made. for your friends and family. as gifts.
atsumu was definitely crying over this ‘spilled milk’.
hskt — a. miya
doing trends with miya atsumu was most definitely not for the weak.
“babe, yer’ totally rainin’ on my parade here. i ain’t that bad, ya know!” the blonde huffs, eyebrows furrowed as he watched you walk over to your phone, wearing a face that indicates that this wasn’t the first time you had (frustratingly) gone to pause the red button on your screen.
atsumu didn’t think he did so horrible . it’s just some little dance trend, how bad could he have messed it up?
however, the sour look on your face completely betrays whatever justification atsumu is— or, was, trying to go for.
“this is our 5th try, ‘tsumu!” you huff, your arms going over to your hips. atsumu merely returns the energy, brushing his hair back.
“‘m a volleyball player, not some frilly nutcracker ballerina!” he sulks, almost offended at your genuine annoyance towards his uncoordinated dance moves.
seriously—how does he manage to serve balls going hundreds of miles per second, but can barely figure out the timing on some simple dance ?! (it’s literally just head, shoulders, knees, and toes!! and some little spin!)
to at least preserve the cordiality of your relationship, you decide to calm down— once again showing him the video that you’ve both been using as inspiration for the past six minutes, (you’ve probably given it a hundred more views at this point) for the sake of your rhythmically impaired boyfriend.
after another round of explaining things, the timer finally sees the light of day.
apparently, going on 2x speed was all that atsumu needed.
for my peace of mind i want to live in the belief that miya atsumu has AT LEASTTTT got to be a candidate in the “pretending to be nonchalant but horrendously failing at it” trope.
like can you just imagine ..
a just freshly out of the change room miya atsumu, —who, by the way, has his brothers clothes on. (he wants to make a cool impression, and unfortunately, it’s his brother who always has the better outfit choices between the both of them. though he’d rather die than admit it.) anywho, he’s outside of the gym on standby to see if you had already walked past the building at your usual time. (he knows because he’s timed it.)
and when he realizes you already did, and that he had missed to take advantage of that one time slot in your routine, he’s BUMMED. he’s bummed out like a bum in bum central. but it happens as much as it doesn’t, so he still can’t figure out why he’s so dejected whenever the outcome turns out to be the former. (maybe cause he’s just so in love with you like that ?? duh)
but anyway, cmon now. you really didn’t even stop by to see if you could catch a glimpse of him setting ?? serving ?? heck, even spiking ?!?! because he couldn’t care less whether or not you knew which position he played, or what move he often did on court—…okay, well, maybe he cared just a bit. but screw all that. he can just tell you all about it when he’s finally able to call you his ! because what’s most important right now, is you seeing him during the times when he looks his “absolute coolest”.
atsumu who just gets so annoyed at that stupid plushie on your bed.
at first, he denies it. he denies it because the whole matter is just so above and beyond him.
to be genuinely pissed at some stuffed animal? please. he’s THE MSBY Black Jackals’ Setter. a PRO volleyball player. and most importantly, a GROWN man. being jealous over some sewn up cotton? goodness.
but the nights you had abandoned and turned your back towards him just to unconsciously reach for that plushie and cuddle with it instead began to frequent more than atsumu could tolerate.
hes definitely death threatening that stuffed beast (his own choice of words) the morning after.
is this what those scientists in shows felt like when their own experiments went against them? because seeing that white teddy bear he had prided himself in buying as a gift for your anniversary come and replace him during the hours of your slumber wasn’t really the nicest feelings ever.
dozing off..
YIEIEIEIEIE
A sunny day in rio
still homesick, hinata?
doode of kageyama cutting his bangs in oomfs drabble ( @r1elle )!!! pls go read it has healed me..
WOOHOO OMG 😭😭💟💟🙏🏽🙏🏽 chat this is SO good pls hit oomfie up !!
desperate male lead syndrome is making a strong comeback in 2024 and i’m here for it!! so i wrote about this annoying loser (your honour i love him so much)
husband atsumu drabble because this is what the people want ^^ (i’m people)
“baby, don’t go looking at yer’ poor husband like that..” atsumu pouts, poking your cheeks at the sight of your evidently disdained face.
okay. you could go do that. you could also just forget the broken ceramic on the floor, still not cleaned up because atsumu would rather make amends with you first than cleaning up the potential risk that was right infront of you both.
honestly, you couldn’t tell whether you should be glad, or concerned.
thinking about how 3rd year kageyama most definitely DID NOT go to the barber to get his haircut… so why not make a drabble abt it >_<
“stop it…” the (newly choppy bangs) boy said, giving you a little scowl as you played with his new abomination creation, that is his hair.
but how could you not tease him? it was so cute! he looked like a sonny angels baby… if it was in a hair growth process.
“my baby looks so handsome, how could I not?” you coo, pinching his cheeks and fluffing up his hair. his scowl grows even further, and a pout emerges.
you decide that teasing him probably isn’t the best way to cope with the amount of cuteness aggression you had at the moment, so you stop.
i literally wrote this at 1 am after staring at my ceiling wondering if men were real .. anyway, enjoy my little drabble!
childhood best friend kageyama who doesn’t know where it all started.
i mean, since when did you suddenly become so.. genetically pleasing to look at? (his words.) i mean, you were always pretty, but something about you after this sudden predicament of his made it all so different.
and why are all the things you liked, —from snacks, accessories, and etcetera, all stashed away in some hidden drawer in his room?
he doesn’t know why and how these things even came to be.
oh, poor him, not knowing why he’s getting so agitated and temperamental at your gawking over to some celebrity crush of yours as he watches you hang up posters of said crush.
“he’s not even all that. he’s probably a horrible person behind those cameras.. don’t trust what you see.” he says, sitting at your newly decorated room. tsk. this room was way better when you didn’t pay attention to those lame male celebrities.
as you protest and defend your new crush, kageyama can’t help but notice the shine in your eyes, accentuating the already beautiful colour that rested in it. stupid sunlight beam coming from your slightly open blinds.
he merely scoffs,
not because of your nonsensical (his words, again..) rambling,— no. rather, the way your features looked so alluring under the sun just made him even all the more frustrated.
seriously, are friends supposed to feel this way?
poor tobio. guess he’ll just have to wait until the day he angrily confesses his love comes.
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my 2020 self is laughing at my 2024 self rn (i swore to myself that wouldn’t go back to this era again)