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synopsis: sometimes you spend your whole life loving someone, but sometimes, things just aren’t meant to be.
genre, pairing: angst, husband!atsumu x wife!reader
word count: 2.9k
notes: yeah, i thought i was in a fluffy mood but… guess i thought wrong. </3 this is a tinge less heavy than usual, but i hope you guys like this, let me know what you think <3 also, ty @datech for betaing, mwa!
Head in hands, elbows resting on knees, hunched over in the dark room.
Atsumu Miya has gone through many hardships—losing important matches he feels responsible for, having to accept that his brother is on a different path and being afraid of losing him over it—but none of them quite measure up to this.
The choice he made to marry the love of his life just three years ago is one he will never regret. He still remembers the smile on your face, the tears pricking out the corners of your eyes that moment you uttered the two magical words sealing his heart in your hands, “I do.”
If he could call your love story anything, it’ll be something along the lines of ‘the greatest love story of all time’. Honestly, who would’ve thought that Atsumu Miya would fall in love with someone he never saw coming? Someone who has always been by his side, ever since they were ten years old?
Neither of you realised you loved one another, not until that one night.
Storyline: Love couldn’t guarantee that a relationship would last forever. And you learn about it by yourself; with signed paper, and an empty ring finger.
Genre: Slice of Life, Drama
“He would be so disappointed in you.” But he repeated that. “Nah, he is disappointed in you.” Without mercy, he tried to wreck you apart even more. “Just like how we are all disappointed in you.” Again, and again, reopening the wound that never healed completely.
Storyline: High school reunion was the best time to catch up with old times. But you could never be ready to meet him again, even after eight years already went by.
Genre: Drama, Slice of Life
You took a step backward, making him let out a sigh as he knew that he was reaching out for something that was never there. Hope, a second chance. Yet he said it, digging his mindless dream that maybe there could be something. Maybe not now, maybe someday.
summary: atsumu doesn’t like puzzles, but then again, he kinda likes you, and you’re sort of a puzzle, so maybe he likes them too.
genre, pairing: fluff, atsumu x f!reader
notes: not proofread, just sleepy self-indulgent thoughts turned into a drabble at 1am <3 i don’t know why i’m thinking of puzzles at this timing
Yeah, it fits.
There’s just something about puzzles. Then there are other things about Atsumu Miya.
And yeah, they don’t match.
Atsumu, your best friend since the seventh grade, has never had the patience for puzzles—the only time he finished one by himself being back before you even knew him. A 300-piece puzzle, he claims.
(“One hundred, more like,” Osamu had blabbed to you.)
Now, you’re quite the opposite, you liked puzzles—a peaceful pastime. And Atsumu was quick to criticise. An insistence that they’re “boring” and “playing volleyball with me is way more fun!”
Spoiler alert: he never did get to make you play with him. Well, not as much as he’d like you to. He still pouts about it. To this day. Just goes all doe-eyed like a little puppy dog. (He argued about you not trying volleyball as much as he tries with your “stupid” puzzles. You always laughed it off—he always looked adorable like that.)
It fits.
You sigh, shooting a quick glance at your watch. Just what on earth possessed your best friend to lock you in his room for this?
A smile tugs at the corner of your lips as the picture gets clearer and clearer, your fingers find themselves working faster and faster.
Two minutes later and you have a full-blown grin on your face. Because you know Atsumu is a lot to handle, a (surprisingly) horrible flirt, at times more insecure that he lets on...
... and now you can add one—maybe two— more to that list.
After ten years of being the best of friends, ten years of watching him play volleyball, of being his biggest supporter, of watching him try and fail at relationships (and vice versa)—
you read the letter the puzzle pieces form (nestled right next to a photo of Atsumu piggybacking you; in jigsaw form)—
“They say you should love someone in their love language, and well, I don’t really know how to do that yet, but I do know you love puzzles (especially like these with 1000+ pieces—seriously, why?) so—will you let me love you? I’d spend my entire life trying to perfect it if it meant that you’d let me.”
You smile—he fits.
Get in here, idiot.
Atsumu flies into the room, the text tone from your message giving him away—poor guy was pacing up and down the hallway ever since he locked you in there, a nervous, jittery mess as a product of waiting for your response.
His blonde hair is disheveled, as though he’s been pulling at it for the last hour. His face is flushed pink—from anticipation, perhaps? His muscular body envelops yours from behind, on your spot on the floor, your gaze still fixed on the puzzle he gifted you with earlier, now almost complete.
There’s just one missing piece—in the space between your face and his.
“Where’s the missing piece, ‘Tsumu?”
He grins at you as you turn your head to face him, the two of you a perfect picture of two idiots in love. He doesn’t say a thing, just waits for you to make the first move.
With a knowing look, you press your lips ever so softly against his ear—he’s red as a cherry now—and whisper, “you complete me.”
(Yes, without a doubt, you learned today that Atsumu is so corny, and such a dork in love.)
Your day is never complete without that smug face of his that he flashes at you right now, one hand fumbling in his pocket to fish the last piece out, before he fits it in by himself.
Maybe you do learn one more thing about him today, something ten years of friendship should have allowed you to see, but didn’t, because the view looks different when you’re finally his significant other.
It’s one thing to notice something—like how dedicated Atsumu is to enjoying volleyball, putting his all into becoming the best setter he can be—it’s another to actually realise it, to feel it.
Atsumu never wastes time on anything he doesn’t like, but he notices what you do like, and makes time out of his busy days to be with you—just for you. He has loved you more than a normal friend would, and both of you never realised that.
(Not until he did a few days ago, when the only thing he could think of when his teammates asked him about potential girlfriends was you. You’ve always been at the back of his head, as some holy thing he regarded that must be untouched lest a soft graze against your supple skin would taint you.
But you are akin to a masterpiece—one worthy to not only be admired but to be loved, and to be loved fully. And Atsumu thinks he can do that better than anyone, that he wants it more than everyone else. To leave you alone and untouched would be a sin.
And while Atsumu knows he might commit many, that is not one transgression he is willing to perform.)
There are still many things you have yet to find out about Atsumu Miya, but you have a feeling you will know of them in time to come, right up until your last dying breath.
(Although sometimes not all learning points are as obvious as others. Like right now.)
In this moment, you have the luxury of being the first recipient of the three words that have never rolled off his tongue. It’s not something he ever tells anyone he’s not serious with.
(But with you he feels like he can do this, like he can dive headfirst together with you, and you’d both come out unharmed. It’s such an alien feeling it almost terrifies him—the good kind, he hopes.)
“I love you too,” comes your gentle whisper, your soft lips finding his own.
“Sorry, Oikawa-san, but I can’t meet you anymore.”
You’re standing at his doorway, ready to leave as soon as you say your proper farewell. You thought you could be with him until his last days, but your breakdown last night told you otherwise.
Now that you’ve acknowledged how much you ached for him, you have to back away while you can still send him off with nothing but best wishes.
“What happened to calling me ‘Tooru’?” He asks, disregarding what you just said.
“It’s morning already,” you remind him. You only agreed to it at the heat of the moment, but the magic had dissipated with the rising of the sun that signaled another day less of him in Japan.
“And what about our tutorials?”
“You don’t need me anymore, Oikawa-san. You’re doing well. I’m sure you can get by on your own now,” you calmly explain.
“But-”
You cut him off immediately. “I also left our remaining exercises on your table. That’ll keep you occupied before your flight.” Your decision is not subject to negotiation, even if he doesn’t like it. You already did your part in the pretense of being just a fan when you did it out of love. But that stops today. You need to save yourself from getting stuck any further in the quicksand that is falling in love with Oikawa.
“I can stay. I can play pro here instead,” he presses on.
+ SYNOPSIS: even after so long, SEMI comes back to his one reprieve—you.
♫ based on the song LAST DANCE by BIGBANG.
The pressure of the warm hand on the small of your back, the feeling of your feet gliding along the floor.
There was once a day where you wondered what it’d be like to dance with Semi Eita on your wedding day—with the music twirling like thread around the both of you, the quiet chatter of your friends and family as they observe the happy couple dancing in bliss.
Well, now you don’t have to wonder anymore. You’ve gotten exactly what you wanted—you’re currently dancing with Semi Eita on your wedding day, and everything is magical. It’s just as you envisioned it seven years ago, albeit minus the lack of any audience, when Semi had confessed to loving you, and wanting to love you for the rest of his life, even though back then you were just a couple of high school seniors.
Something in his voice told you he was being sincere about it, a quiet resolution behind his warm brown eyes.
And now, as he dances with you in the quiet of the gazebo a few ways away from the wedding hall, the distant thumping of the music your only other companion, on what was supposedly the best night of your life—you find yourself feeling emotions you never thought you would.
Confliction.
The song that’s playing is the song Semi had written for you, a slow love ballad that highlights the highs and lows of your love.
“Did you put him up to this?” You whisper, that being the first time of the night you’ve spoken to him.
Semi only offers a smile in response. He doesn’t want to break his concentration—the memorisation of how warm you are, the beauty in your gaze, of how this feels so right but yet brings him so much guilt.
For the past three years that you’ve broken up, Semi had still viewed you as his lighthouse. Countless songs written with you in mind, innumerable times he’s thought about giving up and running back to you.
But now your light is fading, or is he just getting further away? Or maybe it’s just the choppy waters forcing you two apart. Semi doesn’t know. He never has. It’s what keeps him up every night—wondering if he had different plans for his future, would the two of you still be together?
“I miss you,” he blurts out, only now realising that the both of you have stopped dancing, with his forehead pressed against yours.
“That’s not fair,” is all you answer with.
You’re right, Semi thinks. It definitely isn’t. How does he expect to leave you years ago in favour of his dreams, and get to waltz in during your wedding day of all days, to tell you that he misses you of all things?
All he wants is to hear you call him affectionately again, the voice that inspires his music and Semi’s only muse—the one that despite everything that happened, he still considers the only person he can call ‘home’.
Except now he has no right to call you that anymore. Not when someone else painstakingly worked hard to save you from the heartache all those years ago, and someone who Semi considers a dear rival, an old teammate.
“Everything okay here?”
Speak of the devil.
Semi lets go of you and steps back, lips pressed into a thin smile. “Sorry, I got a little too carried away,” he apologises, bowing curtly. “She’s all yours now.”
And no matter how he tries he can’t quite keep the malice hidden from his voice.
You walk over to your husband, who gives you a kiss on your cheek as you do, letting your hands find home around his waist.
“You don’t need to be so formal, you know? We invited you, although for some reason you’re still here without so much as an RSVP,” Shirabu mutters, looking quite dashing in his tuxedo, and Semi has to get it in his head that once again, he’s lacking in some aspects.
Maybe it’s because he knows what Semi is thinking of, that Shirabu decides to give him a pass.
“Whatever, the rest of our old teammates are in there, you should come say hi,” he offers, trying his best to put on a smile.
Is it for your sake that he doesn’t come at Semi in full force for breaking your heart? Semi scoffs inwardly, noticing now that Shirabu was willing to choose you above all else. Medical school can’t be easy, what more being a doctor with such little time to spend with family. But for you, he’d make it work, won’t he?
Something Semi failed to do despite claiming to love you more than anything else.
“I’ll be there soon,” Semi says, watching as Shirabu shrugs and leads you back into the wedding hall, your head planted firmly on his chest and your quiet giggles getting further and further away.
But the whole night passes and nobody sees Semi. Not even you, when you head back out to the gazebo to convince him it’s okay to come in.
All you find is a piece of paper with the words “Last Dance” written on the cover, lyrics filling the page, written just from his brief encounter with you earlier.
Semi hasn’t changed a bit. He can’t love you properly, so he does so writing you into his lyrics—you live in his music.
You find yourself a little torn between smiling and crying. After all these years Semi is still horrible at one thing.
After seven whole years, Semi still can’t bear the weight of saying goodbye to you.
HI JENNNN congrats on 1k again!!! ^^ for the event could i please have ikuya from free! with an intoxicated encounter? 🥴🥳 HEHEHE IM EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU HAVE IN STORE!!! thank you jen hehe lots of love 🥰❤️
HI FRIEND!!!! Thank you for celebrating with me! I hope you enjoy this Ikuya snippet!
An intoxicated encounter with Kirishima Ikuya
Pairing: Ikuya x GN!Reader
Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption (obv.)
Nights spent with his childhood friends usually were tame nights at quaint restaurants or watching movies in one of their apartments. When Ikuya arrived at Makato’s apartment tonight, he should have foreseen that Nagisa’s presence would create the one thing he tried the hardest to avoid: chaos.
Three hours later, Ikuya’s body thrummed as a side effect of the alcohol he had consumed. It was an extremely rare occurrence for him to choose to drink, and even more so for him to do so outside of the comfort of his own home. He wobbled along the campus sidewalk, making the long trek back to his dorm room. Bright lights caught his attention, his eyes lingering on the doors to the campus library. The sudden urge to read in the quiet comfort of the familiar space overtook him, spurring his legs to carry him across the street and into the building. He wandered the shelves for what felt like hours, fingers running along the various textures of the bindings of the thousands of books housed there. He would occasionally pass someone tucked into one of the seating areas, their gazes always intensely focused on their work despite the late hour.
As Ikuya passed between shelves, his longing for reading having been replaced by the need to roam in the silence the library provided, his attention was drawn to a figure sprawled across the carpeted floor on the other side of the shelf. He tilted his head around the metal shelf curiously, his eyes studying your figure. Your eyes were closed, yet he could tell that you weren’t asleep. He ducked back around the metal shelving when a new idea emerged through the haze of intoxication that coated his mind. Turning on his heel, he padded around the shelf and collapsed onto the floor beside you, throwing his arm over his face.
He heard slight shuffling beside him. Peeking beneath his arm he met your (e/c) eyes as you looked over at him. “Uh, hi?” you whispered, your tone coated in uncertainty. Ikuya was silent for a bit, not quite knowing how to explain that he had let his intoxicated whim lead him to sprawl out on the floor next to you. “So, rough night?” you asked a few moments later, chuckling nervously. “No.” He silently cursed himself for sounding so short with you, his nervousness now getting the better of him. “Oh.” “Sorry. I have been drinking. I saw you lying here and felt compelled to join you.” Giggle resonated through the area, earning a harsh “shhhh” from the other side of the large room. Ikuya pulled his arm away from his face, watching as you attempted to muffle the sound.
“Thanks, I guess. I just find that laying down for a minute can help me think clearer. The Floor Thoughts club is always open to new members!” Ikuya chuckled as you turned on your side to look at him. Despite his career in swimming, he was never a fan of being on the receiving end of scrutinizing looks from others. Yet he didn’t find that same look in your eyes. Your (e/c) irises swam with a powerful blend of curiosity and amusement as you studied him. “Hi,” you whispered again as you met his eyes. “Hi.”
Ikuya wasn’t sure how long he laid there across from you, whispered conversations carried from the peace of the library floor causing the time to pass in a blur. You yawned, your eyes heavy with sleep as you continued mumbling to him. “Can I walk you back to your dorm?” he asked suddenly, pushing himself up to a sitting position. You nodded, accepting his offer to help you to your feet.
“My name is YN, by the way,” you tell him after a quiet walk to your dorm building. “I’m Ikuya. It’s nice to meet you YN.”
OMG Jennnn congrats on hitting 1k! 🥺✨✨ Though we don't talk much but I love your rbs in discreet!!!
As for your event, may I 👉👈 join? 👉👈 I'd like to encounter *drum rolls* Oikawa~ but intoxicated ✨
CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN BB!
HELLO FRIEND!!! Thank you so much!!! I’m so glad that you enjoy the rbs! I hope you enjoy this chaos!
a/n: special thanks to @squiddlie for the inspiration for this one!
An intoxicated encounter with Oikawa Tooru.
Pairing: Oikawa x GN!Reader
Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption
For Oikawa, the only thing that rivaled wearing himself out in the local gym as he practiced the sport he had dedicated his life to was a good night out with friends. He pushed his small friend group to meet with him regularly. It didn’t matter what they did while they were together, as long as food and beer were involved he didn’t have a care in the world. Tonight they were at a small outdoor bar in Sendai. He had whined all week to his friends about them needing to go out and enjoy their youth. “Iwa-channnn~ we are all dedicated to our studies, but it isn’t good to spend every single day cooped up in your dorm or the library with your nose buried in your notes. A night out could spur new, fresher ideas! Trust me! Have I ever steered you wrong?” Iwaizumi had simply rolled his eyes at his best friend before relenting that a night away from studying would do them all some good.
Oikawa loved the thrill of alcohol coursing through his system. It lifted the usual insecurities and self-doubts that plagued his mind, allowing him to instead enter a state of near weightlessness. It may only be a temporary solution to his issues, but that was a worry for another time. “Come on, Trashykawa, let’s head back to the apartment. I don’t want to have to chase your drunk ass across town.” Oikawa scowled at his friend's words but trudged along behind the trio anyway. The night wouldn’t be near as fun without his friends by his side. As they made their way down the street, a familiar melody floated through the open window of the local karaoke bar. Before his friends could react he was scrambling through the door and into the establishment.
The door to the Karaoke booth where the song was playing was already ajar when Oikawa pushed his way through it. On the small stage, holding a mic was you. You appeared startled as he stumbled over your friends to climb up beside you. His voice carried through the small room even without a microphone of his own, urging you to continue singing along with him.
“Just hit me with the truth
Now, girl you’re more than welcome to
So, give me one good reason, baby, come on”
Ignoring the threats Iwaizumi was throwing his way from the open door, Oikawa let himself float easily into the movements as he danced along to the song. The words came out slurred, earning a sharp giggle from you as you sang and danced beside him.
“Don’t wanna make it tough
I just wanna tell you that I had enough
Might sound crazy, but it ain’t no lie
Bye, bye, bye”
Your friends cheered loudly as the song ended. Oikawa slipped his hand in yours leaning forwards into a bow but stumbling. Your laughter echoed through the room as he hit the floor, pulling you down to collapse on top of him. “Hello,” you laughed as you pushed up to your knees. His cheeks were flushed a bright pink as he returned your greeting. “You have an incredible voice,” he offered as you pulled him to his feet. “You weren’t too bad yourself. So do you often party crash random stranger’s karaoke sessions to show off your *Nsync obsession, or was this a special occasion?”
ATSUMU is twenty-five when he realises just how madly in love with you he is.
It is a completely mundane night when the realisation hits him—just a night in sitting next to the love of his life as he scrolls through the different Netflix programs while you lay your head in his lap, eyes following the cursor.
He decides on a random reality show and clicks the play button—he has more pressing questions to ask. Not so much urgent as an unrelenting curiosity.
“Hey, babe?”
“Mhmm.”
“Will we meet in our next life?”
Your brows furrow as you pry your gaze away from the television to scour out your husband’s. Confusion eases into an expression of fondness once they land on his honey brown eyes.
“I hope so.” Your smile illuminates the room instantly.
“Do you think we’ll find each other naturally, like in this one?”
You ponder for a while, lips curled downward slightly, before settling on a response. “I wouldn’t mind having to seek you out though.”
“Cool,” Atsumu responds—a little lacklustre—if only to conceal his absolute glee at your favourable reply.
“What if we transform into beetles in our next life?”
“You would still be beautiful,” he coos, carding his fingers through your hair and admiring you in the flesh, before his index finger comes down to graze over the locket he gifted you when you were still kids.
You chuckle at how sweet he’s being. “What if you’re a human and I’m a beetle?”
“I don’t know how that’ll work but I’d make it work, maybe make you my pet or somethin’.”
Who would’ve thought that your husband would still be so precious in his mid-twenties? “Guess if that’s the case that’ll rule out kids,” you mumble.
Atsumu’s eyes light up at the mention of that. “What about now, in this life?”
It is absolutely endearing to see how he can’t contain his excitement. It’s a compliment to you—he feels so comfortable with you he wears his heart on his sleeve.
I’d love them, is what you’d like to say. But not yet, now is not the time. Atsumu has big games coming up and you don’t want this to distract him. So you offer up a grin instead, “we’re talking about the next life.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, pouting slightly before giving you a peck on the forehead in assurance. “I just hope when I meet you in the next life, I’ll know it’s you.”
You adjust yourself so you’re straddling him, the show now merely background noise. “The person you fall in love with in the next life—that’s me. That’s how you’ll know.”
Atsumu grins and rests his forehead on yours. “Then—” I’m not so afraid anymore— “I can’t wait. For the rest of this life, and all the others.”
“Me too, promise me we’ll find each other?”
He has never said anything with any more conviction that we he says next.
“Always have, always will.”
notes. have some of my tsumu fluff before the weekend hits <3
Just wanted to say that, if you participate in Sakusa hate night or anything like it and you do it again, you are ✨scum✨ especially if you say any of the characters are homophobic, racist, transphobic, etc, basically anything that is unaccepting of a person and who they are. It is also:
Disrespectful to Furudate
Disrespectful to the characters
Disrespectful to the fans
Disrespectful to people of all kinds
Do not do this. If you can't understand why it is wrong, rude, and disrespectful, you are too young and immature to be on any social media. This has been a PSA. These also apply to the bnha characters, fans, and Horikoshi.
Storyline: Love couldn’t guarantee that a relationship would last forever. And you learn about it by yourself; with signed paper, and an empty ring finger.
Genre: Slice of Life, Drama
“Eh? No, not really (L/n).” His voice dropped a little as he pondered, gazing at you as he tried to find the proper word that could explain his situation. “It’s just that every time I jump, I just knew that the ball was coming for me, that’s all.”
Storyline: Love couldn’t guarantee that a relationship would last forever. And you learn about it by yourself; with signed paper, and an empty ring finger.
Genre: Slice of Life, Drama
You were sitting there in front of him, rambling about your days, complaining about your best friends who would love to tease you endlessly. You looked so effortlessly beautiful, even without make-up on and hair tangled all over the place. It was like everything was the same, that he would come back home with you waiting for him.
