#god i love atsumu ok so um here yeah have a fic about him

[mrskurono]

title: Inari Blessing || Atsumu Miya x fem!Reader a/n: yeah ok ig it’s my husband’s birthday and ig I love him or something word count: 4.2k tags: fem!Reader, fantasy/spirit au, kitsune!Atsumu, hybrid!Atsumu, soulmate au, alluding to death/suicide, plot that leads to porn, oral (fem receiving), soft sex, mating press, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, knotting, creampie, unedited  character(s): Atsumu Miya (hq) synopsis: Every time you ran away from home, the man with the tawny hair and black kimono could be found sitting a top the mountain.

Seven was the first time you ran away. 

If there was a fight at home over dishes or maybe you just didn’t want to do homework anymore. What it was, you weren’t sure. But the drive to run up the hill as fast as you could never ceased. You intended to run as far as you could until someone stopped you.

When someone did stop you it was all but an unfamiliar face.

“What are you doing in my shrine?” Cladded in a black kimono with hair as lightly colored as the dead August grass. The man before you didn’t look familiar at all, “Well, you just going to stand there huh, squirt?”

You sniffled and tried to suck up the dripping snot from your nose, “…I- I was just-”

“Blah blah blah blah-” He waved his sleeve covered hand around mocking you, “Little humans turn into big humans. Just scum, all of them.”

Was he threatening you? Was he just- Actually you weren’t sure what he was doing. His little mocking voice and quick little gestures made a smile blossom on your face. 

“Heh, you’re funny.” You pointed at his head, “And I like your hat mister.”

All but appalled, the tawny haired man looked aghast as he smashed the set of ears down on his head to hide them, “A hat?! A hat?! Yer callin’ my precious ears a hat?! What are they teaching you kids now a days huh?! Do you have any idea who I am?! The disrespect you’ve brought to a sacred place?!”

You shook your head. Very clearly stating the obvious. Leaving the stranger to sigh and rub his hand down his face.

“This is what happens.” He shook his head and turned away, “First it crumbles. Then we leave, one by one. Until no one even remembers us.”

You peek around his side with a concerned look, “Are you running away from home to mister?”

“Running away? What-” He scowled down at you, “This is my home.”

His gesture towards the blanket of never ending forest before you two confused you more. There was no home. There was no family to be seen. Not even something that could be called a hut. All you saw was late summer heat affecting the plants. This wasn’t a home.

“…why do I even try,” He sighed beside you. Pinching the bridge of his nose and waving you away, “Why are you even up here. Go get. Let me be at peace human.”

For a moment you had forgotten what brought you up here. And when you were shoed away to go back to it all. You huffed with pouty cheeks and sat right down on the dry grass under foot. In turn confusing the stranger beside you.

“I said go home human I won’t have-”

“I’m not going home.” You huffed, “I ran away and I won’t go back.”

His golden eyes blinked at you. Stalled by silence between cracking a small smile on his coy lips, “Not going home huh?”

You shook your head with arms folded. Stubborn in your conviction.

“Ya know, I heard a wild Inari spirit roams these woods. Viscous and alone. Without a real home.” He tipped a inquisitive look down at you, “You might be in danger if he catches you.”

For all the good folklore did. It didn’t rile a response from you. Only a deepening to your frown as you shook your head and looked forward at the expanse of forest, “I don’t care. I’m not going home. I’ll fight him if I have to then.”

“You!? Fight a spirit?! Bwauhaha! You are all but full of yourself aren’t you little human?” He knelt down next to you. Head resting on his knees with the pool of his black kimono at his covered feet. Ears twitching and tipping you off quickly that it might not be a hat. Golden eyes half lidded with a smirk on his lips, the man’s voice dropped to a whisper, “And…what if I told you I was that same spirit?”

There really was the first glimpse of thought crossing your young mind. Perhaps processing danger. Or less likely processing the fib he might be telling you. What he expected though was for you to want to leave and go back home to allow him his solace.

“I could take you.” You pointedly state.

“Take me?!” His eyes lit up with a belly clutching laugh ripping through him, “Yer gonna take me huh?? Things must be real bad at home then, ya? Willing to fight a spirit in the woods. What do ya got? A death wish?”

Your brows pinch together, “No. Why would you say that?”

“Because you’ve walked into the foxes den tiny human. Seems kinda obvious.”

“I don’t have a death wish I just-” For all your wisdom you held when you ran away from home. Now with only seven years to draw on. You struggled to find what it was you wanted to say, “…I just want to be happy.”

Once on his face, his smile never diminished. Though it softened around the edges as he reached out and ruffled your hair, “What would make you happy then huh? Ya know, I’m the god of luck so I might have something for you.”

Looking over at the thing beside you. Finally letting it settle in that maybe this wasn’t a human. As his ears twitched. And you saw his smile reveal teeth sharper than you’d ever seen. His words still seemed kinder than any human you knew. You thought hard. Drawing up anything possible when there was really only one thing that came to mind.

“…I want to stay out here with you.” You answered honestly, “I want to stay out here and be a run away forever.”

There it came. The laugh like the first time. But now it seemed less derogatory. Certainly directed at you but he softened his expression and you could feel his thumb rub gingerly against your temple, “Sweet human, you remind me of someone. Someone I lost a long time ago.”

“Does that mean I can stay?!” Your face lit up accepting that as a yes.

It came crashing down though. The second he shook his head and his touch lifted from your head, “No.”

“No?! But you said I-”

“Remind me. Yer not them though. You have more growing to do tiny human.” He reached into the pleat of his kimono and drew out a beautiful gold and orange charm. Pinched between his long black nails he looked at it with a tender look before hanging it front of your face, “Take this. When the fabric looses it’s depth. And the gold becomes clouded. Perhaps then. We will meet again. And perhaps then you may run away.”

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Eight years would pass. 

You would visit that same spot in the woods. Without a name. Or a place to recall. Only the charm clutched to your chest each time you ventured out. Stories of days in and day out of your life. 

Explaining to the empty trees how you felt you grew enough. How you were ready. And how you tried to reason that the charm looked how he meant it to be. Even though the gold clasp remained shimmering. And the orange woven fabric looked as good as new. You swore to the empty forest that it had worn and that you had aged. 

Those eight years fell on nothing though. Daily trips turned to weekly. Which melted to monthly. Until suddenly you were in college and you couldn’t recall the last time you saw the hillside. 

Still though the vivid picture of the man who’d given you the charm stuck. A dream that never faded. 

It would be another seven years before you ventured up that hill again. This time as distraught as you had been the first time you ran away. Perhaps at twenty two it couldn’t be called running away. But as you stomped up the hillside in the middle of August. 

Consumed in your thoughts and nothing else. It felt exactly like it had when you were seven.

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Tears streaming down your face. A thud in your chest that felt like your heart cracked each time it would beat. You made it as far as you could before the blurred tree line got too hard to decipher through tears.

Dropping to your knees you covered your face. Palms wet with the tears you wiped away. And now even wetter with the ones dripping into your hands. You sniffled and tried to dry them as you looked at the same stupid charm in your grasp.

Orange vibrancy long gone. Golden clasp smudged and never wiped clean. It spent so long at the bottom of bags and purses. You couldn’t recall the last time you even held it.

For as lucky as your lucky charm had been. You wanted to tear it to shreds with the woe allowed in your life. A never ending cycle. You clutched it in your fist. Raising it above your head ready to toss it back into the forest that once gifted it to you.

“Are ya gonna throw away something I personally gave you?”

Curled around your closed fist was a hand. Startling you enough to make you jerk away and whip around. An unwelcome intruder until you saw the twitch of those tawny ears and sly smirk.

“You.”

He waggled his finger at you and tapped your fist containing the old charm, “You were gonna throw that away weren’t ya?”

A crossed expression written on your face. You open your palm to look at the old trinket before feeling nothing but anger towards the mysterious man, “You! I looked for you! Day after day! I came back up here looking for you! Now you show up?! Now you care to humor me?!”

The fox man gave a shrug. His smile settling off his face as his golden eyes looked at the charm in your hand, “You didn’t need me those times.” His golden eyes narrowed on you, “You weren’t running away like you were now.”

Tightness returning to your chest with vigor. You couldn’t stop the quiver to your bottom lip as you tightened your fist around the stupid old charm you were about to huck into the forest. No chance you would throw away the gift. Still you couldn’t hold back the tears. Wiping at them with a closed fist as he settled in front of you on the ground.

“…what makes now different?” You asked through shaky breathes, “I’ve come up here crying before. Why now?”

He tilted his head curiously, “Really? That’s what yer gonna ask? Not, how was your day? How’s the weather holding up these days?”

The clear un-amusement on your face told him what he needed to know. Though he kind of figured that would be the case.

Looking up longingly up at the tree line above the both of you. Dusk settling into a mixture of beautiful colors to be painted across the late summer sky. He stayed quiet for a while as he still felt the burning of your eyes on him. Finally the creature exhaled.

“…you want it now.” He answered softly.

Only adding to your confusion you frown at him, “Want it?”

A nod. He reached out and touched his blackened nails down your temple to cup your cheek, “I couldn’t take you away if you didn’t want it with everything in ya. Even if I wanted to.” A genuine smile crossed his pale lips, “Trust me when I say I’ve missed ya.” His thumb swiped over your cheek and felt the tackiness of your dried tears, “Missed ya since the last of us left.”

Unlike seven year old you. It had sunk in over the decade plus since the fevered dream of meeting the funny hatted man happened. Some days you thought it was a dream. Others it was the only reality you would stick to. Leaving you somewhere in a feverish reality between the two of them. Nothing having felt as real since that day. Even when you told yourself it was a dream. It simply was a dream you wanted to return to.

Swallowing the lump in your throat. And looking down at the death grip on the charm. You hand slowly relaxed to reveal it’s worn throughout the years. It no longer looked the part of a beautiful luck charm. Instead it was but a dingy woven piece of fabric that had seen better days.

You extend the charm out to him and look across to him, “Your luck charm sucked.”

Opposite hand coming up to touch the old trinket he gave you. The fox man smiled as he felt the emotional turmoil of the years through it, “…it was never a luck charm I made. It was always yours. I was just holding onto it until you came back.”

“…mine?” You stole a glance from him to stare down at the thing in your hand. How out of place you always felt. How things always fell through or seemed to be nothing but bad luck. You had hoped at some point meeting the spirit meant you had a fruitful life ahead of you. But as the years drug on it only seemed like you were more and more out of place in your own story, “…this is mine?”

He nodded, “Thought you’d remember that sooner but-” He shrugged with a half cocked grin, “Guess human brains take a while to grow too.”

The hurt made sense. The fevered dream you lived for twenty two years. Suddenly felt like you woke up but only on the hillside with the unknown monster in front of you. Why seven year old you had never been scared puzzled you. Only to leave you realizing why would you be scared if you belonged up here.

“….Atsumu.” The name slipped past your lips when your eyes met the golden stare across from you.

Perhaps now it was his turn to shed even the slightest tear. His smile extending more than just his lips. It felt like his eyes were alive with a smile as he nodded, “Took ya long enough.”

What was once tight in your chest gave way to a deep breath. Cold extremities fueled by adrenaline lulled back into a warmth you hadn’t felt in years. You can’t help but crack a smile while feeling insane at the same time, “…you could have just told me ya know?”

Atsumu shakes his head with a shaky laugh bordering on tears, “Couldn’t tell ya anything you silly human.” His palm flush against your cheek as he feels your touch against the back of his hand. Only leading the fox spirit to lean into you and press his forehead to yours, “Ya had so much growing to do. Just didn’t think it’d take you this long.”

“Heh, shut up,” You nuzzle your nose against his feeling the tears threaten your lashes once more, “Yer a shit guardian.”

“I couldn’t leave.” He laughed softly between the two of you, both hands on your cheeks now as he held his forehead against yours, “Not when I knew ya would come back.”

You could feel his breath against your cheek. Closer than ever before. The softness of his kimono brushing your arms as he held your face gently in his palms. Your own hands resting a top his own as you let out a shaky laugh and shook your head, “Take me back please. I’m tired of running away.”

Atsumu had to lift his head up. Line of sight meeting yours once more. With his hands dropping from your face to rest in your lap with your own touch holding his, “…you’re still a human. If you do anything with me-” He bit his tongue at the words, “…you can’t go back. You’ll be stuck here. The rest have long gone. The others left when the temple was gone. If you do then-”

“Then I’ll be with you.” You spoke over him. Atsumu looked surprised at you, “I’ll keep coming back until you take me back. Over and over again. I’ll run away until this is my home again.”

“Damn,” Atsumu’s face grew into a smile all over again as his golden eyes twinkled, “Guess I really am stuck with ya in any lifetime huh?”

Simply laughing at him wasn’t enough. Lips curled up into a smile you lean into him. The brush of your lips not enough. Pressing them fully against the fox man’s as your hands traveled up his forearms. Crossing his shoulders just so you could loop them around his neck and hold him close to you. In no time the kiss deepening. 

Gentleness turned to greed. Atsumu’s arms curled around your chest with the scrape of his nails against your clothed ribcage in his tight embrace. The kitsune spirit clutching you to him as you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip. Tasting him for the first time in a new lifetime.

Who moaned first wasn’t clear. Though it didn’t matter. As the two of you fell back into the grass underneath the thoughts subsided to only a craving need. Atsumu quick to help you push his kimono from his shoulders. Just as prompt he was to tear at your shirt until both of you were left bare chested.

Hovering above you Atsumu smiled as his eyes traced over the familiar lines of your bare body, “…how I’ve missed you so much.”

Reaching up to brush his golden waves back you can’t help but pull him closer to you for a brief kiss, “I’m not going anywhere this time.”

Kisses trailed down your neck. Dancing along your collarbone and shoulder. Fluttering and light until his warm breath was felt against your nipple. Causing a hitch in your breath the second he took the sensitive bud between his lips.

A moan rippling through his chest as the fox man moved his tongue over every inch of your tit. His opposite hand coming up to cup and squeeze the other. Pinching playfully at your nipple as his lips vibrated with the little moans leaving him amidst it all. 

“Atsumu-” His name hitched in your breath. Skin on fire with his attention. Unsure if this is what he meant by you couldn’t come back. Or if you simply craved him this bad.

Responsive to your words. He unlatched his lips. Peppering your chest in kisses as he moved down. Kissing the marks on your very human body. Each fold and stretch mark. Adoring it as much as he’d adored your first body. Leading his touch down to the top of your underwear. Something he didn’t even have to ask to remove as your own fingers hooked in the waistband to peel them down. Atsumu doing what he could to help. Revealing to him the delicious sight of your soaked slit. More than just ready to taste you.

Pressing his lips against your core. He inhaled deeply before swiping his tongue along your cunt lips. Earning a moan from you above him as he felt your hands curl themselves in his hair. Atsumu lapped at your juices with his tongue brushing your clit often. Ignoring the death grip on his hair as he delved between your folds.

“You still taste amazing,” He murmured against your pussy. Unable to take himself away from you.

“More-” You gasped when his tongue swished over your clit, “Atsumu more-”

Hands gripping your hips. He devoted every life he’d ever had to eating you out. Hungrily lapping up your juices. Flicking his tongue over your throbbing clit until your hips were shuddering and bucking up against him. None of that stopped him though. Not until the fox spirit heard your final gasps leave your parted lips in desperation.

“ ‘m cumming! Atsumu- Fuck Atsumu I’m cumming! I can’t- I can’t-” Voice choked up in your chest. Nothing short of bliss washed over your body. Walls fluttering around nothing but the ache to your clit sending shivers up your spine. Atsumu’s tongue never ending as he worked you over through the entire endeavor. Face smeared in juices as you held him down there and rode out your orgasm until your hips collapsed under him.

Drawing his tongue up your slit one last time. Flicking his tongue just against the tip of your clit to earn a meager moan. He looked up at you between your legs with juices covering his face. Even as he licked them up he stared at you with a tender look laced with hesitance, “…if we do this…you can’t go back.”

Opening your arms wide, a sweet blissful smile comes across your lips as you look at the man above you, “I don’t want to go back. I want you.”

Atsumu felt his bottom lip quiver. Even with the taste of your musk on his tongue there was no stopping the way he felt, “…I want you too.”

Crawling back up to you. No concern for your juices that clung to his cheeks. You hungrily kiss him as your hips relax to accommodate his own. The clear bulge in his robes coming to life when he ruts against your core. Sending a tingle throughout your body even after such an orgasm.

It doesn’t take long. Between heated kisses. To free Atsumu from his robes. Freed from its loose confines. His cock twitches against the cool forest air but not for long.

Hips lining up together. You allow him to swipe his tip along your slit. Moaning when he brushes your sensitive clit. Covering himself in your juices before positioning himself at your entrance. 

With savoring ease Atsumu slips himself inside you. Girth of his cock filling you up and leaving you moaning against his lips when he leans back down to you. Warmth like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as the fox spirit finally slips all the way inside you. Bottoming out with your hips meeting one another.

Panting ever so lightly Atsumu brings his head up just enough so he can see you. Beautifully under him as his eyes soften and he presses his forehead against yours. Words at a loss when he feels you tighten around him and your fingers glide through his hair.

Soon lewd noises fill the quiet forest around the two of you. The slapping of your skin together. Along with the muffled moans as neither of you can keep your lips together. But be damned if you stop kissing. Atsumu’s cock feels even bigger in you with each thrust. His hips falling heavy onto yours each time as if he can’t get close enough to you. 

Sensitivity after your orgasm only making your walls flutter around his cock. Leaving his thrusts feeling nothing short of heavenly. Twisting and turning your insides into mush as your legs are brought up. Atsumu’s tender touch hooking the back of your knee to press them into you. Allowing his cock to slip deeper in you as he groans against your lips.

“I- I can’t help it-” Atsumu mumbles against your lips. His own orgasm approaching faster than he could ever imagine. 

Grabbing his face once more you pepper his lips in kisses that are broken up by moans. Drawn out by him hitting your deepest spots and the lewd noises of your cunt growing wetter and wetter around him, “Want it- Want you- Please- Please take me back.”

“Fuck-” He growls against your lips. Grip on your legs tightening because there’s no returning from this. Atsumu snaps his hips into yours with feverish intent. Fucking you with all his weight behind it as he lays on top of you and smashes his lips to yours, “I love you.”

Fucked out of any coherent thought. You can hear and feel his words against your lips as the growing size of his knot occurs to you only in passing. No turning back you nod with moans slipping against his lips, “I love you too.”

Snapping his hips into you once more. Atsumu buries himself as deep inside your cunt as he can. Overwhelmed with the first gush of cum that leaves him. A gasp being stolen from his lungs as the kitsune spirit pushes his cock deep inside you. Knot popping past your entrance in that very second. Filling you past anything you know. Leaving you gripping his shoulders and hugging him close to you.

Warmth of his cum. Each pulse of his cock inside you. Your walls clenching around him and milking him for every last drop. As his cum pours into you it’s the moment that suddenly every thing feels real. Like you’ve woken up from something suddenly. Eyes opening to see the familiar face above you.

Loosening your grip on his shoulders. A tender touch comes down to his cheek. Pressing your palm flush to his cheek you smile up at him, “…I’m home.”

Atsumu closes his golden eyes and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. Knotted deep inside you as the two of you felt each spurt fill you up even more and more, “I knew you’d come back.”

#i guess happy birthday to my husband or whatever #god i love atsumu ok so um here yeah have a fic about him #happy birthday tsumu <3 #hq #hq smut #hq x reader #hq atsumu #haikyuu #haikyuuu smut #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #miya atsumu smut #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya smut #atsumu miya x reader

[oikawa13]

love in the time of köttbullar

Shouyou sets the bowl on the tiny table with a flourish and an itadakimasu! and this is when it hits Atsumu harder than a Skurup to the temple:He wants this. Shouyou, hip cocked against the miniature kitchen countertop, smiling shyly up at Atsumu through the amber fan of his lashes, beautiful god-boy-man somehow glowing gold even under the buzzy LED lighting. Though they’re standing in a 430,000 square foot warehouse in Tsurumachi, Atsumu’s looking at Shouyou, and he’s home.

Amid the Flärdfull and the Smörboll, Miya Atsumu falls a little more in love.

words: 3,378 | rating: T

i’ve never been inside an ikea so this fic quite literally changed me as a person. sometimes loving a person is as scary as saying that first i love you!!!! and sometimes... love is easy as saying i love you at an ikea ; ;

LAUNCHING MERRILY DOWN THE PATH OF SIN (THE FIRST TIME)

"Bokuto said I should bring you home. But I don’t know where you live. So I took you here.”

“To hell?”

"No, Atsumu-san. To my apartment."

words: 1,990 | rating T

i wake up in the middle of the night thinking about this fic and then go on ao3 to reread it again its just so fdjgfhdjf good. i think about this shoyo a lot. theres something!!!! very dreamy going on here. this is the first part to a series btw, you can read them all if you want since theyre probably all around 1k :-)

lord i no longer believe in anything but the way he holds my name between his teeth

The miracle of the rabbit on the moon.

“We took this photo at their seventh birthday party. His father baked a cake. But someone ate all the jellybeans off the top before they could even sing the birthday song. That’s why Atsumu cried. He used to cry a lot. It stopped when the twins found out about volleyball, but before that Atsumu would cry over everything. Spilled milk. A skinned knee. The neighbor’s dog. He was the twin that was scared of paper straws. It's funny how things have changed.

“He looks happier now. Did you do that?”

words: 10,456 | rating: T

so, this goes just a liiiiitle past 10k so its up to you if you want to read it or not, i just thought i’d include it since its so! close! lol theres this part!!!!! they are holding hands underneath the table!!!!!!!!! atsumu are you drunk?!!! no!!!!! hes just so stupidly in love with shoyo. i cant stand them!!!!!!!!!!!

wait for it, wait for it

The notifications are up at 100+ again and Hana wants to check it quickly to make sure nothing's wrong, especially because she'd just cleared them before the media scrum. The fans, she figured, must be overjoyed with the win.Congratulations MSBY Nation!!! the first reply reads. #myspiker #atsuhinaBoth tags, she finds, are currently trending in Japan.

Five times #atsuhina trended on volleyball Twitter and one time it should have (but luckily didn't), as told by the MSBY Black Jackals' junior publicist

words: 6,043 | rating: T

this fic is SOOOOO much fun!!!!!! also i love hana, idk if i ever mentioned that before but yeah. this is like... hdjkdhgjfd so much ; ; <3

south of an early summer

Warmth, then, was being wanted back. Two weeks later, Atsumu holds that warmth in by Shouyou’s waist; he watches it, how it sleeps, and wonders what the heat will become next.

words: 2,602 | rating T | tw: atsumu being atsumu about (past) kg/hn for a split second

IF i wasnt an absolute fool and gave you all these recommendations to pick and choose from id just send you this and the walking emoji bc honestly!!!!!!!!! i may not know what the heck romantic means but i see this and maybe it is romantic! maybe its not the average romantic idk?!!!! but i do know theres something beautiful here. love ?? ; ;

truths in two’s

Shouyou leaves for Brazil in two hours.

words: 8,300 | rating: T

LDR.... but like, in probably one of the easiest 2 breathe/good feeling fic for ldr!!!! idk im a baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ten reasons to break up with me: a love letter

1. It has to be you, ‘cause I won’t.

words: 4,197 | rating: T

pls....... i cant even THINK about this fic without crying okay!!!!!!!! insane. fuckign!!!! i love it so much, so much. it lives in my heart. this is the fic where i was like... i dont believe in love. yes i do. no<3 YES!!!!!!!! and cried and paced my room and finally FINALLY!!!!!! stopped feeling so hurt about hinata leaving for brazil again lmao!! like, i cant explain. this sounds crazy right???? anyway, i think... atsuhina can love each other so much it hurts when theyre apart but their love is so.... i mean......... they literally waited years to play together... so......... their love keeps them going..... GOODBYE!!!! i love listening to fka twigs cellophane & home with you and just..... being insane. 

just can’t help myself

Five times Hinata takes care of Atsumu, and one time Atsumu returns the favor.

words: 5,025 | rating: T

*think about atshn taking care of each other* *cries*

blue crush

And there’s a promise there, sewn into the easy curve of his lips: I’m not going anywhere, Atsumu-san. Glittering eyes that cut through the rain-blurry dark like a beacon when Shouyou turns back to look up at him. Even if you fuck up all of our dates.

Murphy’s Law as demonstrated by Miya Atsumu.

words: 2,297 | rating: T

atsumu trying very hard to have things perfect and romantic and even in the failures its still very lovely<3

If I’m Icarus, You Must be the Sun (Allow me Three Mistakes)

He wonders if Icarus felt like nothing was wrong with self-destructing, because he had reveled in the sun, if only for a little while.

Atsumu finds, loving Hinata is the same.

Atsumu's love over the years, and the mistakes that accompany it.

words: 4,620 | rating: T

i am...very weak to the whole icarus/sun thing with hinata and his ships. this one though......... i think about it A lot.

in your eyes, i see our future

“Yer’ a real sweetheart, Hinata Shouyou.”

Shouyou smiles brilliantly. “Only for you~”

He scoots over so Shouyou can sit next to him. He can smell the pineapple body wash Shouyou is so fond of the moment he sits down. Shouyou passes the tray over carefully before settling against the headboard comfortably.

“What’s the occasion?"

(Or, Atsumu just really wants to marry Shouyou.)

words: 9,769 | rating: T

fhdsjjkjfdsj goes crazy stupid over marriage!!!!! listen... i do not believe in marriage!!!!! but for atsuhina, oh you bet i do!!!! :-)

breathing a hello

There’s no significance to them ending up here except that both of their lives are held in the sway of volleyball. Everything else comes second.That’s the crux of it, really.

words: 2,826 | rating: T

gjhfsjkfd shhhhhhhhh. my heart is very soft when i think of them here, please..... just!!!! pls.

if you’re out there in the cold, i’ll cover you in moonlight

My [23M] best friend and ex-boyfriend [23M] is visiting me for a week, and my current boyfriend [24M] who agreed to all of this is suddenly withdrawing from me. Can I get some advice? Please? Anyone?

words: 8335 | rating: T | chapters: 3 | tw: past kg/hn 😳

this one is optional since you wanted one shots and theres 3 chapters here. my idea of romantic is...well, i especially love when one of them is acting hurtful/mean/difficult to the other bc their own personal issues but the other loves them anyway??? and then they work on that issue!!! just!!!!! ; ;

Love in the Time of Insomnia

And anyway Hinata was sprinting out faithfully after Atsumu, who had keys to the gym like a badass, and who was going to give his spikers a few more tosses after-hours without Meian knowing like the greatest, most generous badass the Jackals had ever seen. 

words: 2,457 | rating: G

running four kilometers just so atsumu can rest. this is what romantic means!!!! hdkshjfhdj

ode to what you’d have been

5 times it’s Kageyama’s fault and the 1 time Hinata realizes it has never been.

words: 3,628 | rating: G

loving someone including their flaws PART 2!!!!!! ok.... u might be like... um... this is romantic? hfdkhjfd LISTEN!!!! to me!!! there is nothing more romantic than being in love with someone and the ugly parts of them. going, i love you, all of you. and communication!!! and understanding!!! and feeling terrible and shitty and horrible but having the one you love accept you. and trying to help ease your mind, worries. *sobs real hard* also shout out 2 ‘okaaayy.... i hate sakusa now’

a shrine for a  boy

Despite his uncertainty about how to tell Atsumu of his move to São Paulo, Hinata takes action. Things do not go according to plan.

words: 2,447 | rating: G

hinatas time 2 be romantic and fail but its ok bc!!!!!!!!!! :-) they are just dummies in love<3

the greatest distance between you and longing is defeat

(In other words: Atsumu, let go. I’m here now.)

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um... *cries* post break up.... o_o!!!! god they really thought they could????? lmao!!!!!!

the tear in this (our gentle language)

“I’m going back to Brazil.”

He isn’t asking for permission. This isn’t a consultation. Hinata Shouyou informs his boyfriend at their after-practice practice. Miya Atsumu has a volleyball in each arm, trying to pick up a third. It drops and rolls away from him. The thud resounding in an empty gymnasium.

Shouyou had tried to envision Atsumu’s reaction many times. He never expected to be met with silence.

Alternatively: an exploration of Hinata Shouyou’s return to Brazil

words: 7,204 | rating: M

ldr CAN be romantic ok!!!!!!!! it takes a lot of communication, time, and love ; ;

evening sun

Atsumu looks at Shouyou and thinks, I want to know every inch of you.

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