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I COULD BE ENOUGH, ATSUMU MIYA
DESCRIPTION: four years ago, you broke up with atsumu. out of fear or out of hope for his future, you’re not sure. running into him in the grocery store was never planned, but neither was you getting pregnant, right?
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: teenage pregnancy. pro vball player!atsumu. profanity. a little bit of angst. hidden pregnancy. flower symbolism if you squint. hamilton references (not sorry for this). 21-24 yr old!atsumu. implied marriage.
word count: 1,998. (shoutout to @pmgranate for beta reading).
“atsumu?”
the man in front of you looks nothing like the boy you once knew. taller, broader, more rugged than you ever imagine him to be—but the smile on his face is more familiar than anything else you’ve ever experienced. there’s another man hanging on his shoulder, a wide grin on his face as well. he’s shorter, bright orange hair falling messily against his forehead. he looks vaguely familiar as well, but you can’t think about anything other than the fact that atsumu is standing right in front of you.
“y/n.” his smile falters slightly and he squares his shoulders, seemingly trying to make himself look bigger. “uh, hey. holy shit, yeah, hey. i didn’t know you . . .” he trails off, gaze dropping to the little brunette girl tugging on the hem of your hoodie. “oh, i mean crap. sorry, didn’t see her. are you, uh, babysitting?” he shrugs and you can tell he’s trying to make small talk, trying not to make things awkward.
“mommy, can i get candy?”
his eyes widen, and so do his friends. “mommy?” he repeats quietly, meeting your eyes again. “you-“
your palms start to sweat. you’ve imagined this day thousands of times, practiced what you were going to say, but now, as the moment finally arrives, you’re speechless. with no words to explain yourself, you turn to your daughter, smiling softly. “of course, sweetie. do you want to meet my friend first?”
she looks up at the two men and nods. she’s always been shy when meeting new people—you suppose she got that from you. “hi,” she whispers, waving at them.
“dude, she looks-“
“hi,” atsumu says softly, cutting off his friend. he crouches down to her height and lets out a shaky breath. “i’m atsumu. what’s your name?”
she hums and wraps her arms around one of your legs, trying to hide behind it. “ayu. you’re my mommy’s friend?”
“mhm.” he nods, glancing up at you for a moment. “we met a long time ago, probably just a little bit older than you. how- uh, how old are you?”
she looks up at you and you bite the inside of your cheek. you reach down, lifting her up and settling her on your hip. atsumu stands as you do so. “she’s four,” you say, refusing to meet his eyes. “almost five; next month.”
you see gears turning in his head. he was never good at math, but the moment it clicks for him, his face drops. he opens his mouth to say something, but the words die in his throat. he looks at his friend, who looks confused. your daughter puts her face in your neck and lets out a yawn. you hadn’t even realized it was almost one o’clock—past her nap time.
“listen,” you start, finally looking at him, “my number hasn’t changed. i know what you’re thinking and-“ you sigh. “and, yes, you are. i need to get her down for a nap, but we’ll . . . talk about this. i know it’s a lot to process.”
he blinks at you, his jaw slack. you pick up the basket you had previously sat on the ground and smile, tight-lipped and brief. “goodbye, atsumu.”
[atsumu, 2:01 PM]: Can I come by on Saturday? It’s Atsumu btw You probably knew that
yes. does 12 work for you?
[atsumu, 2:07 PM]: Yeah See ya then
on saturday, you wake up early and deep clean your house. ayu wakes up when you start vacuuming, and you would feel bad if she didn’t look so adorable with her bed head and puffy cheeks. it reminds you of atsumu—how she sleeps like a rock, drooling and snoring. you put on an outfit that makes it look like you kind of have it together and sit on the couch with ayu until your doorbell rings at 12:17 in the afternoon.
your head whips towards the door, chest rising and falling imperceptibly faster. ayu doesn’t look away from the TV, too engaged in the episode of bluey playing on the screen. you stand, albeit a little wobbly, and walk to the door. before opening it, you take a deep breath and exhale out of your nose.
it’s now or never, right?
“hey,” atsumu says as you open the door, sounding breathless. he’s holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand, his other tucked into the pocket of his beige pants. the hoodie he’s wearing looks familiar and worn—he’s had it since high school, you think. he holds out the flowers to you and smiles sheepishly. “i, uh, got you these. i don't know if that’s . . weird, sorry.”
you take them with a smile. “orchids are my favorite.”
“i know.” his eyes soften and your knees feel weak. it surprises you that he’s still able to make you feel this way even after all these years.
you stand there for another moment, just staring at each other, but a loud noise from the TV snaps you from your daze. “oh, um, yes, come in, please.” you step to the side and he walks in, eyes set on ayu, wrapped in a blanket.
he turns to you as you close the door. “so,” he hesitates, wiping his hands on his pants. he’s just as nervous as you are. “she’s, um, she’s mine? i- i mean i’m her . . . dad?”
your smile falters. you knew you were going to have to talk about it, but you weren’t quite as prepared as you thought you were. you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and walk across the living room in the kitchen. atsumu follows.
“i got pregnant in the middle of our third year,” you start, reaching up into a cabinet to pull out a vase. you turn to the sink and start filling it with water. “i knew that you were on track to become a professional volleyball player, but i also knew that you . . . that you would have dropped everything to support ayu and i.” you pause, spacing off as the water fills the vase. water dribbles down the side, pricking your fingers, and you sigh, turning the faucet off and turning to him. “volleyball was your passion—is your passion. i didn’t want to prevent you from chasing your dreams. so i broke up with you. i hid my pregnancy under big jackets and, well, i gave birth to ayu just as i started university. it was hard taking care of a bag by myself—uh, my parents . . .” you trail off hoping he gets the point.
he swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing as he does. he nods, gesturing for you to continue. you’re not sure he knows what to say. you wouldn’t.
“i had to drop out to get a job and care for ayu.” your gaze drifts to your daughter, sucking on her thumb. you’ve tried to get her to stop, but nothing seems to work. “i’m not . . .” again, you sigh. “i’m not telling you this because i want anything from you, atsumu.” you look at him and nearly melt. his eyes are glossy with tears; he’s always been emotional. “there was no more hiding it after running into you at the store.”
he looks down at the floor, fingers twitching at his sides. it’s quiet for a long, long moment. finally, he looks back up at you, brows furrowed. “y/n, you should have told me.”
“i know,” you sigh. you place the flowers in the vase and stare at them for a second. “i just- you would have quit volleyball, gotten a job at some minimum wage place. you . . . that’s who you are, atsumu. you . . . you would have been a good dad, but you’re an amazing volleyball player.”
“i can still be a good dad.” it comes out almost involuntarily, you think, based on the look on atsumu’s face after he says it. “i- i mean.” he swallows and takes a step. “i’d like to, if you’d let me. i already missed four years—nearly five. i don’t want to miss any more.”
your brows furrow, but not in frustration or confusion. the emotion swirling in your stomach is one of indescribable feelings. you sigh quietly and walk around the island to the living room, gently sitting on the edge near ayu.
“hi, sweetie.”
she looks at you and smiles, wide and innocent. “hi, mommy.”
“ayu, do you remember what i told you about your daddy?” you’re so afraid, so scared that this won’t work out. scared that you’ll run away again. scared that atsumu won’t want to do this once he finds out how hard it is.
she thinks for a moment, humming quietly. “that he was- was off on an adventure.” she doesn’t quite say adventure right, but you don’t correct her.
“yes, exactly.” you nod. you glance back at atsumu and nod your head towards the couch. he takes tentative steps and sits down on the other side of ayu. “and you remember my friend from the other day? atsumu?”
she nods, eyeing the blonde hesitantly.
“okay, that’s good. you’re so smart, ayu.” you smile and pinch her cheek lightly. she giggles, swatting at your hand. “atsumu, do you want to . . .”
his eyes widen a fraction and fear flashes across his face. okay, he’s scared too, you think. he turns to ayu and opens his mouth. nothing comes out. he blinks at her, eyes roaming her chubby face. “i’m . . . back from my adventure?”
you can’t stop the giggle that bubbles out. atsumu sends you a panicked look and it only makes you laugh more. “atsu, just be truthful.” the nickname slips out before you even have time to think about it.
he smiles nervously and takes a deep breath. “ayu,” he starts. she looks at him, eyes wide and curious. “i’m your dad.”
there’s a beat of silence before ayu looks at you and juts her bottom lip out, eyes glossing over. “he’s back from his adventure?” she whispers, lip wobbling. when you nod, she looks at atsumu and stares at him. “hi, daddy.”
he barks out a laugh, wet and involuntary. “hi, ayu.”
“daddy, i want the purple one!”
the image before you is picturesque. your daughter, on the hip of your soon to be husband. they don’t seem to care that seven is too old to be carried, and, honestly, neither do you.
after the day that it all came out, things fell into place quite easily. atsumu was in your life again, dropping by unexpectedly, always with a bouquet of orchids. you started bringing ayu to his games—she always cheered the loudest for him. and somewhere along the way, atsumu became more than just ayu’s dad. late nights on the couch, sharing leftover pasta, reminiscing high school memories. somewhere along the way, late nights became staying the night. sharing pasta became sharing kisses. reminiscing became making new memories.
like this, a weekend at the zoo. you had spent over an hour at the tiger exhibit—ayu’s favorite animal. she rattled off fact after fact and atsumu listened to every single one, even if they were wrong.
“okay, princess, we can get the purple one.” atsumu reaches out and snatches a purple teddy bear off the shelf. he turns to you and winks and you feel your face heat up. “what should we get for mommy, hm? you think she wants a matching teddy bear?”
ayu hums and glances around the store before pointing at another shelf, full of tiger plushies. “we should get her a tiger! she loves tigers.”
you walk up to them, first placing a kiss on ayu’s cheek, then atsumu’s. “i love tigers,” you confirm with a nod. “and i love you.” you reach out and pinch her cheek and she giggles, squirming in atsumu’s arms.
“aw,” atsumu pouts, jutting his lip out dramatically. “what about me, huh? you love me too, right?”
“maybe.” you shrug playfully. he smiles widely and leans forward, pecking your lips quickly. “okay,” you relent, “fine. i love you, i suppose.”
he hums, eyes softening. “good. i love you too.”
PAPARAZZI INTROS — TOPHIACHU FANCLUB
masterlist | song of the day!
notes :
— yachi & yn are roomates
— i was too lazy to add timestamps on the youtube videos but their videos always last from 58 minutes to an hour and like 45 minutes
— the link does indeed take you to a video if you know you know 💙
— hinata's comments are filled with "hinata def played [insert other sport here] in another life" (he doesn't understand it's a joke) (yachi started the joke)
— oikawa has a fan page of himself because he's scared of his pr team finding him (everyone knows its him)
— the cat in iwaizumi's tweet is carrot
— carrot bites y/n and yachi harshly but he means it in an affectionate way <3
— iwaizumi might be the only normal one in the gc
— i made this running on 3 days of no sleep so it’s not funny stone me already
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divider credits: roseraris
sigh i got everything figured out (ish.) so im back for now but that was stressful.
atsumu was wrong maran won
a short haikyuu-bu!! inspired comic
ERASE . . . shoei barou + f! reader
✦ PROLOGUE : RETHINK ✦
warnings/notes : 17+ to read, language, angsty, barou is himself so he's kind of an asshole, sorry for taking so long to write this sigh….writer's block
She had a crush on Shoei Barou since middle school. It debilitated her, brought her to her knees and pushed her down even further.
She watched him grow and mature alongside her. He grew taller and built up muscle that made her stomach do flips every time their eyes would meet. He would scoff when she would compliment him, brush it off as if it were nothing before walking away while she looked at him with a lovesick expression.
She watched as he grew his hair longer, and started to style it in silly ways until one finally stuck. Pointy, tall, and jarring. She would tell him it was ‘very him’ with a chuckle to which he only rolled his eyes and told her to shut up.
He was always standoffish and cold, but there was a certain level of care she couldn't take her mind off of. He always made sure she got home safely, to the point of walking with her (with little sisters in tow) just to be certain. He always took care of issues she had: broken truck on a skateboard? No problem. The latch on the front door didn't work anymore? He would fix it. She wanted to go for a walk? Well she was an idiot for going all alone, so he had to go with her.
She watched as he got better at football through the years, crushing people under the weight of his accomplishments - including her. The level of care dwindled when he started to really take off in high school, recruiters for professional teams showing up more and more especially in senior year.
She used to draw pictures of him, doodled in an old art journal she would take to her grave. Drawings of the domestic: walking, sitting, playing football. Now she slaved over illustrations for a half baked dream she had she couldn't get over.
A book.
The dream started when she realized he was leaving her behind, taking off on a trajectory of success that frightened her. He no longer walked her home, as he stayed later and later for practice. He didn't fix the minor inconveniences anymore. He was always busy with recruiters, coaches, or college teams begging and pleading to take him on.
He no longer gave the care she clung to so desperately. And her world came crashing down when she spoke to him about it.
“I'm planning for the future, you should do the same.”
“I am, Sho, you know that.”
She still remembers the look he gave her. He looked at her like she was the biggest moron alive, idiotic, and stupid. “No. You're planning on ruining your own life by spinning your wheels on a harebrained idea.”
“What? No, I'm-”
“And how many offers have you gotten?”
There was a silence that cut like a knife, she still feels the sting when she remembers that night. Feels the nervousness stir in her stomach and tears prick in her eyes.
“That's what I thought. Rethink your options, then come back to me. Your shit ass plan is gonna keep you here forever.”
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he’s too fine for this world😞
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ate this up like a last meal
street racer au! with shoyo, set in rio, somewhere near the beach. crowds of people, laughter and exhaust fumes filling the air, portuguese music playing the background from someone’s car. shoyo steps out of his own car, sleek, fancy, probably a bright color, and his eyes immediately land on you. there’s a wide grin on his face, cocky and unshakable. people surround him, clapping him on the back, congratulating him; girls rush to him, fawning and asking for his number—for just one chance. but he’s staring at you. he makes a beeline for you, sweeping you up in his arms and spinning you around. the world fades away, music the only thing you can hear and yadda yadda yadda
later that night, when the lights of the sleepless city have dimmed, all the celebrations have finished, and beer cans have been emptied, street racer!shoyo sits with you in his car. the cool breeze bites his nose and he can hear the subtle crashing of waves in the background. he’s always filled with adrenaline after races, especially one’s he wins, but there’s something about the quiet still of sitting with you— the one he loves— that makes him feel a special type of thrill. basking in the moment, he closes his eyes and tilts his head toward the sky.
you giggle, leaning in to whisper in his ear. your breath tickles his skin and sends goosebumps down his spine.
“why’re you looking up there? im right here.”
he opens his eyes and beams down at you, smile widening, “im thanking the universe for today.”
you plant a kiss to his cheek, grinning as largely as him when you pull away. “yeah, seeing you win was pretty cool.”
he laughs, pulling you in once again. the heat from your body against his is electrifying. his lips move against yours fervently, and he pulls away, panting. catching his breath, he presses his forehead to yours.
it’s not enough, he thinks. however close he can be to you, it’s never enough.
“winning was cool,” he admits, and he can feel the excitement from earlier today rise in his stomach. “but…”
“but?” you echo, your chest rising and falling in tandem with his.
his heart pounds with the same ferocity of the ocean crashing in the distance. it beats louder than the quiet hum of his car.
“but…” he continues, eyes locking with yours, “i wasn’t thanking the universe for the win.”
you tilt your head, pulling away from him. he tries not to react to the loss of feeling.
you laugh softly. “what’s more deserving of thanks than winning a race?”
he pauses, but then, he speaks— uncharacteristically soft, but entirely sure.
“winning you.”
MEND (soz, ma)
what do you do if toji snaps during an argument and breaks your favorite flower vase
wc: 978, angst to fluff, gn reader, tw is in the summary it’s nothing much, i lowk hate the way i wrote reader soz not soz, not proof read
toji does his best not to angry at you. he really, really does. but this argument has been squeezing his brain like a knotted muscle, something he couldn’t relax or sooth. and now, his usual patience has worn thin, and with a sudden, swift move, he shatters the flower vase closest to him, big arms taking up the whole proximity.
you flinch back, freezing with terror in your eyes as you watch water pool on the ground, hearing heavy breathing from your boyfriend. his eyes are covered up partly with his eyes and his big hands clutch on the nearest furniture, hunching his back over. not even a minute passes before he straightens his back and walks towards the small genkan, slipping his shoes on before leaving without another word, leaving you to deal with the scraps of glass and flower petals scattering on the ground.
toji doesn’t return until three and a half hours later, some time after midnight. the jingle of his pair of keys echo in the dark entryway, head hanging low as he watches himself slowly take off his shoes next to your smaller ones. he scoots them a little closer with the side of his feet, gazing down at the difference in style and size for a moment before stepping in. he brings a hand towards the wall to flick on the soft glow of the hallway lights, casting a shadowy path towards the kitchen. his other hand holds a small grocery bag gently rustling in his hands. it spills out with a bouquet (he did his best to find whatever store was open, staying for a good twenty minutes searching for pretty flowers that had even the smallest hint of your favorite color) and two new flower vases similar to the ones he had shattered.
fushiguro is already placing the bag down by the small, circular dining table, stripping the flowers out of its plastic with whatever quietness he could make and cuts the stems at the inch and angle you always scold him to cut it at. without any haste in his movement, he carefully arranges the two vases with whatever creative talent he had. he pulls back a chair and sits heavily, not minding the creak of it. no, he’s too focused on the two vases anyways. and how he should apologize. fuck, he should apologize right now. wake you up and literally go on his knees.
he leans back on the backrest, running a hand through his hair as his vision blurs and sees the world upside down. and just as he’s almost convinced that his eye sight has gotten worse, he sees your figure standing a few feet away from him. he stumbles in his seat before quickly getting on his feet, a hand gripping on the backrest as if he was about to pass out, needing it for support.
“… you okay ?” you whisper shyly, fingers twisting the hem of your sleepwear. toji notices the croak of your voice and the way your under eyes have puffed up and reddened, and he swallows a thick lump down his throat. despite it all, you’re still so kind to him. a pure angel.
“… yeah.”
“mm.”
you’re eyes flickered over towards the two vases, vibrant hues of flower petals shining beneath the light. your swallow back a shaky voice, but your remaking bottom lip doesn’t defend you.
“you bought new ones ..?”
“‘m so sorry, ma.”
your choke out a sob, bringing the back of your hand up to your eyes to wipe them gently, salty tears spilling out as you try to stop them, not wanting your eyes to be even puffer than they already were. toji catches the sight of your bandaged fingers and he takes a stride forward. than another. and another. and another until his big arms wrap around your smaller frame as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple.
“‘m sorry, ma. promise ‘ya i am.” he can feel you shake your head on his chest, trying to speak out a sentence without stumbling on your words. you know he isn’t good with his words, he’s never been. toji’s too cocky for his own good, and sometimes, in times of need like this, it becomes his biggest enemy.
“‘m sorry, ‘ji, i was talking and talking and—”
“nah, don’worry. ‘like it when you yell at me, anyways.” he pulls back slightly to see your face, all red and snot dripping down your nose as you fanned your face with a hand. toji grins slightly, bringing a big, calloused hand on your face to wipe off the fat tears away from your cheeks. “deserved it, didn’t i ?”
“no ..”
“well, i think i did. i broke your favorite vase ‘n everything.” he bends his back slightly to press a gentle kiss on your cheekbone, tucking in your hair with unfamiliar gentleness. that gets a weak chuckle out of you, but it was good enough for toji.
“… maybe you did deserve it.”
“yeah, maybe.” another gentle kiss is placed on your cheek, quickly trying to reduce the amount of tears in your glossy eyes. “flowers aren’t gonna fix it, isn’t it.”
you wipe the drool of snot away from your nose and toji grabs the edge of his t-shirt and lifts it slightly to wipe away your wet cheeks, crunching down a frown as he sees you stain his shirt with your mucus.
“it fixed a bit of it.” you sniffle out, giving him a weak smile before glancing back at the bundle. the table is messy and the air smells like a greenery, but that’s okay. well, maybe not okay. you’ll give toji a good smack on the head that’ll leave a bump for a few days and ban him to the couch for a while, but this is a step.
forever an apple music truther but it’s so UGLY
replace the extremely clingy with avoiding your calls because i don’t have the energy to talk to u
"I want a loser gf" until I lay in my room all day, have 2 friends, socially awkward and extremely clingy
i need to be ukai’s slightly controversially young girlfriend right fucking now
∿ 𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 ⤸ ╱ ❛ when grit meets grace ❜
♬⋆.˚ the morning sun shines on your skin / ‘cause your curtains are white, they are paper thin / windows open, i can feel the breeze / but we’re safe here under the sheets.
ꫂ ၴႅၴ a cranky convenience store owner and a sweet flower shop owner who keep accidentally running into each other.
( no update schedule. content warnings with each chapter. tag list open. probably ooc!ukai. )
▸ CHAPTER ONE; wisteria
▸ CHAPTER TWO; lillies
▸ CHAPTER THREE; tulips
▸ CHAPTER FOUR; carnations
me and my husband osamu
i think osamu is the type of husband who has a series on tiktok titled “cooking for my spouse so they don’t divorce me” and i think that’s beautiful
ty sahri for the tag!
you are going on a blind date that pinterest set up for you, find out who will be the lucky one and how the evening will end 💌
on pinterest search the following topics and post the first pin that will show up in each category
fictional character
date / night date
gift
outfit
dessert
love quote
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do my mutuals want to go for a walk
saw a great tweet earlier and had to redraw
https://x.com/kamsspice/status/1782135475622265270?s=46&t=ROWnmMctY73xk0hPbwGs8g
navigation : midnight records! the moonlight album! the jjk album!
BEFORE SUNRISE ft. Zen'in Toji
synopsis : tokyo, may 1995. she doesn’t want to go home. he doesn’t have one. what starts as a strange encounter becomes a night of wandering until sunrise. and sometimes, one night is enough to remember someone forever.
contains : before sunrise au. soft angst. fluff. right person wrong time. strangers to almost lovers.
warnings : mentions of alcohol/smoking. language. themes of transience and loneliness. mentions of family trauma. suggestivity.
table of content!
✷ CHAPTER ONE. / 8:00 PM - Last Train
✷ CHAPTER TWO. / 9:00 PM - Strangers With Names
✷ CHAPTER THREE. / 10:00 PM - A Toast To Bad Ideas
✷ CHAPTER FOUR. / 11:00 PM - You Ever Let Go ?
✷ CHAPTER FIVE. / 12:30 AM - Someone Else's Party
✷ CHAPTER SIX. / 2:00 AM - Swing Set Ghosts
✷ CHAPTER SEVEN. / 3:00 AM - Nothing After This
✷ CHAPTER EIGHT. / 4:30 AM - First Light
2025 © NANASRKIVES. / do not copy, repost, edit, plagiarize, or translate any of my works on any platforms, including ai.
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going to been running on queue for the next 3 days oki bai.
lion hinata
do you guys have any favorite selfship of mine?
thank you for the tag sister lina
me core rn actually
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you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title…who/what is it?
thank you so much for the tag @starry-eyed-wild-child @vi0l3tluvsu @strawb3rrystar love y’all !!
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who do you think cried at our wedding
kageyama
daichi
ukai
atsumu
shomakris
shoyo
this is atsumu after we had our first girl after the twins