#[ atsuminty ]
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THE MIYAS
— HOW IT FEELS; walking on clouds; long road trips; windows rolled down, singing our lungs out to old songs; falling asleep on each other; watching the stars and assigning one to each other; scribbling hearts and smiley faces on sticky notes and pinning them to the fridge
— HOW IT SMELLS; jasmine and cedarwood; chocolate cake and blueberry muffins; floral detergent; vanilla-scented candle
— HOW IT SOUNDS; plain white t’s — hey there delilah
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i have little shock-like waves of pain in my temples quite often—some preceding headaches, the others from eye strain. when that occurs, even if i’m not consciously expressing it, atsumu picks up hints from my behaviour: how my face scrunches, how my nose and brow twitch in tune with the shocks, how my jaw tightens or how my eyes screw shut.
he’ll take away my phone, sit behind me, let me lean on his chest and massage my temples to help relieve the stress. he’ll occasionally press a kiss to “help speed things up”.
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atsumu likes to call me vixen from time to time (i.e. when i hide his snacks). omi doesn’t have any special pet names, but will call me his little duckie occasionally just to see me try to imitate a duck.
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sometimes when i’m studying (and struggling a lot with it, too) atsumu will pull me in his lap, rest his chin on my shoulder and read the materials with me, making little comments to help me remember things through association. he’s not the brightest, but he does know his stuff for a passing grade. will occasionally kiss my nape or my cheeks to motivate me
#i need a hug rn#i have a test tomorrow#and i didnt study shit for it#fuck school honestly#[ looking through the album — atsuminty ]
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when i’m feeling down and don’t want to go out with him, atsumu cancels all his plans (even is he receives whines and groans of disapproval) and spends the day with me at home in special ways:
• looks through my closet for cute clothes, matches them and has me wear them (showering me in compliments)
• asks me to help him bake something even though both of us are shit at baking and we almost burned down the kitchen once
• prepares a picnic in the backyard, under the apple tree, and tells me silly stories about him and osamu
or, if it’s bad enough, calls my therapist and either asks for advice or schedules an emergency meeting for me
he doesn’t like seeing me feel bad about myself so he does everything he can think of to bring my smile back
#[ sigh ]#my mood is very fragile#and it can be destroyed very easily#and now that it happened#i need a nap#[ looking through the album — atsuminty ]
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whenever he sees me struggling with tasks, atsumu pops a lollipop in my mouth (he has a stash of them hidden from me because i ate the last batch when i found it). he knows it helps me keep focused on work and it stops me from expending my energy on useless trips to the kitchen to take one (1) sip of water every 5 minutes
#lollipops are the only thing that allow me to focus at this point#[ looking through the album — atsuminty ]
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note: this is purely self-indulgent. i had to write this because—and i cannot stress this enough—i love atsumu so much and i just want to show the dynamic of my ship better.
block the tag [ atsuminty ] if you don’t want to see this, please and thank you!
taglist: @nakizumie
𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝘆𝗮𝘀
SERIES SUMMARY: There is not a moment of silence in the Miya household, not when Minty and Atsumu are together.
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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗭𝗘𝗥𝗢: 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗿
“ATSUMU!”
Said male flinches on his spot on the couch, looking around as if he committed a crime. He squeezes his eyes shut and gets up, taking careful steps towards the bathroom. He opens the door to his fuming girlfriend, who turns around the moment she hears the door creak.
“Yes, ma sweet adorable angel?” Atsumu grins—a wobbly attempt at being brave—only poking his head in the room, shielding his body behind the door. Her frown makes a shiver run down his spine. “A promise a didn’t finish the vanilla pumpkin body wash without telling ya—”
“YOU! YOU FINISHED. THE VANILLA PUMPKIN. BODY WASH. AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME!” Minty bellows, flinging her hands in the air and accidentally letting the towel wrapped around her fall to the ground, flashing her damp, naked body to the setter. “IT WAS MY FAVORITE!”
“A’M SORRY, OKAY?!” the blond yells back, cheeks flushed as he slams the door shut and takes a shaky breath to calm himself down from the incredible sight he was graced with. “A’ll buy ya a new one, just—just use mine for now!”
He hears a sigh from the other side of the door, and the handle creaks slightly—he moves from his spot leaning on the wooden slab, and Minty surfaces, sporting a pout, wrapped snugly in his bathrobe. “‘m sorry,” she mumbles, stretching her hands in front of her. “Hug?”
His face softens, strong arms wrapping around her, and he pulls her close to his chest, kissing her forehead. She sighs, still pouting. “Shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
“Shouldn’t have used yer body wash without telling ya.” She snorts and nuzzles her nose in his chest, mumbling. “What was that? Didn’t hear ya,” Atsumu grins, hands falling from around her to her hips—his fingers squish her flesh, poking and prodding at the soft skin. Minty puffs, holding in her giggles, but she can only do so much—she starts laughing, the sound nowhere near delicate or cute—loud, obnoxious grunts resembling a pig, with occasional pitches in her voice. “What was that?” Atsumu asks again, grinning from ear to ear, as his girlfriend doubles over from her fit.
“I said—I said you’re an idiot!” she manages, pursing her lips and letting out sputtering giggles. “Now stop that!”
“Yer lucky I love ya,” the blond taunts, looping an arm around her waist and pulling her back to his chest. “An’ a love ya a lot, y’know.”
“I know, ‘Tsum. I love you too.”
A comfortable silence settles around them—only to be broken by Atsumu three seconds later. “Bubs. A’m hungry.”
“We just ate breakfast.”
“Yeah, but a’m still hungry.”
“Miya Atsumu, if you’re trying to make another suggestive joke, I swear—” Minty threatens, pursing her lips. She’s never seen her boyfriend run so fast in her life.
“Move over.”
“I’m squished into the wall, you potato, where do you want me to move over?”
“A don’t know, maybe in ma arms since a’m sittin’ here like an idiot?”
“Well, keep standing there then.”
Atsumu groans, rolling his eyes. “Why are ya like this?” he asks, sitting on the bed next to the heap of blankets thrown over the huddling figure. “What did a do this time?”
“Nothing. You, at least. Now be quiet, please.”
He tilts his head, confused—what is that supposed to mean? It’s usually his stupid antics and tics that piss Minty off (like that one time he threw all of his socks in the laundry basket and she had to pair them together; it took her an hour and he was out for practice; he got an earful when he returned home), so what in the world happened? However, he notices how small and distant her voice sounds, and he deduces she probably has her eyes closed—then it hits him. He hums, hand coming to rest on top of the blankets. “D’ya wanna talk about it?” Atsumu proposes, tone soft, almost hushed, rubbing the fabric with his palm in hopes that it’ll reach her.
“...No.”
“D’ya want snacks then?” He nods when Minty mutters a weak ‘yeah’. “An’ a shitty rom-com?” Another approval. “An’ cuddles?” A hand creeps out from under the covers on top of his, and he presses a kiss to the back of it with a smile. “Comin’ back in a second.”
The door opens and closes several times before the bed dips with his weight again, and he starts prying the blankets off one by one. “There’s ma pretty baby. Hello hello,” Atsumu greets, groaning when he falls back with the intensity of the hug he receives. He wraps his arms around Minty’s figure, one hand cradling the back of her head. “Missed ya too, bunny. Ya can cry now.”
Half an hour and a box of tissues later, the blankets are thrown over the two as they enjoy their cringey movie—Minty splayed like an octopus on the blond’s chest and Atsumu playing mindlessly with a lock of brown hair. A yawn escapes the girl and she buries her face in the crook of his neck.
“Tired?” he smiles, kissing her temple, then stuffing his face with the popcorn he brought earlier. She nods, already dozing off, and he pulls the blanket over them to cover her completely, knowing how cranky she gan get from the light of the tv. “Go ta sleep then. I’ll be here when ya wake up.”
Silence settles in the room, occasional snorts and soft snores interrupting it. Minty moves around to make herself comfortable, then realizes how hot the surface she rests on is.
“Hey, ‘Tsum?” Minty chirps, earning a hum. “Where’s your shirt?”
Atsumu laughs, patting her head gently. “A never wear a shirt ta bed, bubs. Ya told me not ta, so a complied.”
“Oh. I forgot about that...”
“What ya need now is rest, not rememberin’ shit. Sleep.”
“Since when do you tell me what to do, Miya?” she huffs, eyes closed and face buried under the blankets.
“A’ll smother ya with kisses if ya don’t shut up. A wanna see Julia Roberts trip here,” he says, but his eyes are fixated on her form, love conveyed in his honey orbs.
Her snort makes him smile. Her scrunched face, her unruly hair, her pretty hand splayed on his pec.
Everything she does makes him smile.
The movie is long forgotten, playing in the background, as he falls asleep as well at some point.
Let’s hope the popcorn doesn’t get knocked off from the nightstand.
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atsumu knows how much i hate heels and dresses, so he tends to avoid events where it’s mandatory for me to wear them. the occasional wedding occurs, though, but he always has a pair of sneakers in the car for me to wear when my feet start hurting—and he makes sure to carry me in his arms so i don’t have to put myself through pain further.
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atsumu stole my sun hat once when we were at the beach. he immediately gave it back when he saw me pouting (i love my sun hat) and apologized with a slushee
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miya atsumu (27) olympic athlete on the mind tonight ☝🏻😔
we’ll have instant noodle eating contests on his cheat days, which i usually win. then he’ll force me to exercise with him—or at least do some yoga to burn the calories (even though i want to lounge on the couch and watch netflix all day)
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atsumu likes to fluster me, so he’ll randomly grab my face in public and kiss me like there’s no tomorrow (poor sakusa has to watch the entire thing and his forehead hurts from how deep that frown is). bokuto just whistles and hinata laughs, both of them cheering atsumu and telling him to ‘go get some, bro’
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𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝘆𝗮𝘀
SERIES SUMMARY: There is not a moment of silence in the Miya household, not when Minty and Atsumu are together.
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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘: 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
“A swear if ya killsteal again, a’ll end ya—” Atsumu’s voice echoes through the room. It’s not an uncommon occurrence for the blond to get frustrated easily when playing League of Legends—mainly because it’s either Osamu or Minty making his experience miserable. “God damn it, woman, leave me some gold! What’re ya doin’ with 700 gold as fuckin’ Lulu?!”
“Buying support items, of course,” Minty snickers from her spot at the other desk, clicking furiously as she takes a sip from the glass of water next to her monitor. “Besides, you’re an ADC in season 11. You’re useless anyway—‘Samu has two kills less and deals twice the damage.”
“He’s playin’ Katarina, what else did ya expect?!” he groans, stretching his legs while the screen is still grey. “Bein’ the main provider of the house is tough,” he mumbles, and he receives a slap on his back as his twin’s poorly suppressed laughter echoes in his headset. “Shut up, ‘Samu!”
“Main provider my ass,” Osamu chuckles. “Ya might bring the money, but money ain’t shit if ya don’t have Chocochip with ya. Tell me otherwise, ya can’t.”
“What the—‘Chocochip’? Where did that come from?”
“Minty. Mint. Mint ice-cream. Chocolate chip mint ice-cream, which a like. Chocochip. Easy,” Osamu explains.
“An’ ya let him call ya that for how long?” Atsumu asks, turning around to watch his girlfriend crack her knuckles.
“Seventh grade, maybe,” she hums, yawning. “Everyone calls me differently. Suna called me ‘cheese puff’ once because of how many cheese puff bags I used to eat. And the bastard made me share, too.”
“Christ, this is a nightmare.”
“Yer dead again, ain’tcha?”
“SHUT YER TRAP!”
“That looks like a rectangle.”
“They’re called ‘rice balls’ when they’re triangles, doofus. Shut up already and let me focus.”
The brown-haired man barks a laugh, spitting the toothpick he had carefully perched between his lips. His blond twin groans in frustration, brows furrowed as both of them mold onigiri, various topping ingredients displayed on the kitchen table and counter. While Minty’s out to buy groceries (she either goes herself or drags Atsumu with her, never sends him alone after a very unfortunate event with an egg carton in the car because he doesn’t know how to place things in a bag), the twins decided to prepare dinner with the few things left in the fridge. Their teasing is nothing new to anyone.
“That’s... Decent,” Osamu mumbles as he inspects his brother’s creation, to which Atsumu puffs his chest proudly. “Could use some exercise, but a guess it looks good. Congrats, blockhead, ya did it.”
“Rude!” Atsumu gasps, hand shooting up to rest against his chest as he feigns hurt.
“Just statin’ the truth. No need to get dramatic, Beyoncé,” Osamu snickers, placing the last rice ball on the table. “By the way, been meanin’ ta ask...”
A sudden silence settles in the room as they each grab a chair and sit down, grabbing a treat from the candy jar. Munching quietly on the treats, they sigh.
“Ask the damn question and stop keepin’ me on edge, ‘Samu.”
“Don’t rush me. A’m tryin’ ta put it in a way ya won’t come for ma head.”
“A’ll come for yer head anyway, spit it out.”
“Fine. When are ya gonna propose, ‘Tsumu?”
Silence.
“Ya heard me, stop playin’ dumb.”
“...A don’t know.”
They sigh, again, and look at each other with pursed lips. Osamu opens his mouth again, then closes it without saying a word. He shakes his head, wiping his hands on his trousers. “We’re havin’ a family dinner on Sunday, a hope ya haven’t forgot that—ya did.”
Whatever conversation was supposed to occur is interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, the rustling of plastic bags and a small ‘I’m home’. Nodding wordlessly, the twins get up and sprint on the hallway, both of them trying to reach Minty first—almost hitting a wall in the process, after she dropped the bags and jumped from their path as they barrelled towards her.
“The fuck—you’re both 24, why are you like this...” Minty sighs from her spot on the stairs, watching them pick up the discarded groceries as they scratch each other like cats for the last orange.
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whenever i scurry around the house at 2 am because too much energy (and undiagnosed adhd, probably), atsumu will simply make tea, make me drink it all in one go and throw me over his shoulder then in bed. he holds me tight to make sure i don’t get up to wander again
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[ tw: panic attack and mentions of depression ]
whenever i’m having a p*nic attack, atsumu holds me as tight as he can and sings a lullaby for me. it doesn’t matter what he sings as long as i get to hear his voice to ground myself—it’s usually the lullaby from “Song of the Sea”, though, because he knows that’s my favorite. sometimes switches to “you are my sunshine” because that one helps me when i’m having depressive episodes
#pls i love the lullaby from song of the sea#its so pretty#tsumu singing....#tw panic attack#tw depression#[ looking through the album — atsuminty ]
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Welcome back! We missed you!
Hello hello! We renovated a bit ‘round here, so let’s get you acquainted with the layout of the house! Come on in and let’s see what we can show you.
→ READ THE LABELS ON THE JARS?
• Minty’s kitchen treats → anything that has to do with my writing | #[ minty’s kitchen treats — type ]
sugar → sfw
pepper → nsfw
salt → angst
chocolate syrup → special (long/usually a mix of sugar and pepper)
• Atsumu’s gym shorts → announcements and notices | #[ atsumu’s gym shorts ]
• The Miya couch → answering asks | #[ the miya couch — type ]
mutuals → name + emoji
emoji anons → emoji
regular anons → “guests”
• Minty’s a magpie → regular reblogs and my usual rambles | #[ minty’s a magpie — (optional character tag) ]
• Friends of the Miyas → reblogging stuff from my moots! | #[ friends of the miyas — name ]
• Looking through the album → selfship stuff! | #[ looking through the album — ship ] (current selfships: atsuminty and ominty)
• Out for groceries → the very few queued things I have | #[ ☁️ : out for groceries ]
• Vixen hours → nsfw reblogs, please block if you’re under 18 | #[ minty’s a magpie — vixen hours ]
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