#atsumu gn reader

alienaiver:

Miya Atsumu x reader (platonic, maybe)
warnings: alcohol mentions, drunk idiots, breaking and entering
content: gender neutral reader, dumb drunk antics, fluff, atsumu thinks he can make onigiris, they break into osamus shop, “if i die, im going to haunt you” prompt, short drabble more likely
wordcount: 717

notes: i havent actually read the hq manga for a while, so this timeskip knowledge is loosely based off of what i know from tumblr, may not be accurate! i used a prompt from this list! this is pretty platonic but ig u can read more into it if you’d like. first time i tried using a prompt! only my second reader fanfic EVER, i hope u enjoy !!! :^) <3333

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Honestly, you’re not sure how you even ended up in front of Onigiri Miya at 2AM with Atsumu. You were visiting your childhood friend and he decided to treat you to a night in town, where you, after eating extreme amounts of delicious foods in a fancy restaurant you would never be able to afford on your own, also had just a tiny bit too much to drink.

You were walking in the park, your arms behind your back, Atsumu proudly telling you about Onigiri Miya – as if you hadn’t already visited the place a couple days prior when you arrived -  and how Osamu would have tuna and spring onion rice balls ready for him whenever he needed it.

“But yaknow, that asshat isn’t afraid to charge me at all,” he complained, stumbling a bit while walking.  “But I betchu, I Bet! That I can made just as delicious rice balls, dontcha think so?”

He looks at you with his signature smirk and the confidence he usually exudes on the court. All you did was raise an eyebrow at him while a contemplative and distrusting “hmm,” left your mouth.

Atsumu’s hand rose to his chest in what looked like genuine surprise, almost whispering your name, “How could you say that!”

“’Tsumu, I didn’t say anything?”
“That’s what hurts the most!”
You laughed, breathing in the comfortable summer air while looking up at the night sky. You honestly thought the conversation was over and he’d move onto something else.

“’m gonna prove it to ya.”

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yaku-soba:

༶•┈┈ miya atsumu x gn!reader 

༶•┈┈general m.list

warnings/tags: childhood friends to lovers, reader has a male ex

word count: 0.8k

“the world’s full of good things,” atsumu tells you, eight years-old and grubby-cheeked, “like volleyball.”

you frown, and the action displaces some of the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, “but i don’t like volleyball.”

“there’s onigiri,” osamu says, squatting and offering a hand, “and don’t ya like popsicles?” you eye his hand warily, grudgingly allowing him to pull you up. 

“c’mon, let’s go already,” atsumu whines, “baa-chan said she’d cook dinner.” he barely spares your scraped knees a glance. “stop crying, brat.”

you scrunch your nose up in annoyance, and osamu’s hold on your arm tightens a fraction - like he knows you’re about to launch yourself at his brother. “you’re a brat,” you settle for saying childishly, sticking out your tongue for good measure.

atsumu rolls his eyes. “whatever,” he grumbles, kicking huffily at the ground. 

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