Dearieshima - Ahimbosworld→dearieshima

PICK A CARD -—- In recent weeks, Atsumu has become quite interested in performing card tricks for his teammates as well as a couple of ladies. The only problem is, is that he never showed you these things, but little did you know he was just using them to courage himself to ask and impress you. Things don't go his way, though.

PAIRINGS. miya atsumu x fem!reader

WARNINGS. blushy/shy Atsumu, he's such a dork | fluff | just imagine Henmi as Kushida from Classroom of the Elite | the reader is kind of a brat LOL | the end is kinda rushed bc i wanted to finish this b4 4:00, I'll proof read later

During the past few weeks, Atsumu has been fascinated with cardistry.

Each week, he performs a new card trick for a group of popular girls gossiping in the hallway or another group in the cafeteria. The volleyball fangirls that crowd around him even come to his games with a deck of cards to see what he's capable of.

The only problem is, that he never shows it to you.

It's not his obligation to show you everything; you shouldn't feel entitled merely because he does... The fact that the ace of diamonds disappeared and reappeared behind your friend Henmi's ear, a girl who appears to be smitten with him, left you feeling jealous and unwelcome.

Henmi was the type of girl who made the boy's heads turn to watch her walk to class. She wore cute pink hair clips in her bob that bounced with every spring in her stride, and she was friendly with everyone.

To be fair, you've been asked out by a few guys and had a couple of friendships, but you know you could never get matched with her.

A shade of red spreads across Henmi's pale face as she blurts out, "I think Atsumu-Kun likes me."

It was lunchtime. There was a table outside, and you, Henmi, and two of her friends sat together for lunch. A sour taste replaces the taste of chocolate in the milk you were drinking. It permeates your mouth and stops you from sucking on the straw.

Your jealousy nearly erupted. You want to tell her that you saw him perform the same trick on another cute girl later that day. You want to break her heart, but you decide against it and chew on your straw instead.

But a girl from your table speaks your mind, "sorry Henmi-Chan, but I saw him do the trick to Hosoo yesterday. He's such a player."

Possibly she spoke up out of her own jealousy, hoping for the sake of her fantasies that Henmu wouldn't become a reality.

Despite this, Henmi denies it, defending Henmu by saying, "he was really close to me. Like I thought he was about to kiss me—"

"Ah, Y/N! That's where you are, I've been looking for you everywhere," Atsumu yells from the top of the staircase, hurrying down so he could meet you at the lunch table.

There is more confusion in the girls' eyes than in yours. Why was he looking for you specifically?

Atsumu sits on the bench by your side and slides only his right leg under the table so that he may face you. An old deck of cards is pulled from the tan pockets of his school's blazer. Blush tints his cheeks, and he looks down at the cards he shuffles as he asks you, "can I show you some of the card tricks I learned?"

By removing your left leg from beneath the table, you can also face him. A giddy smile spreads across your face as you say, "I'd love to see your tricks."

Atsumu smiles, "my first trick is the classic 'pick a card, any card' trick."

The cards are split into two decks, and he hands you one to shuffle. You return them to him after you're done.

You and the girl's lunch trays and lunch boxes are scooted to the side. This is so that he can spread your deck face up and his face down in two lines on the table. He then carefully scoots the cards together and then they're shuffled together again.

"Now I'll search for your card, which is really impressive as you haven't decided what card you want."

After spreading the shuffled cards in his hand, he instructs, "pick one. It doesn't matter if it's face up or face down."

You selected the face-up king of hearts and showed it to him. He then asks for the card to be pushed back face up or face down in the spread deck of cards. You chose to place it face down.

Once again, he shuffles them, "now, all cards are either up, or down." As he places them back down and backs up like they were liable to explode, he says, "if I leave them like that, all, except one, will move to face-up."

After a minute, he spreads them slowly across the table. Your mouth dropped when you discovered most of the cards that were originally facing downwards were now facing upwards. Most.

You could see the shock on his face when three remained faced downwards.

"Um, well, shit, um..." a blush from embarrassment spreads across his face as he tries to laugh it off. "That wasn't supposed to happen."

He picks up the first card that was faced down. It was the King of spades, not your card.

He picks up the second one. It was the ace of diamonds, also not your card.

A cold sweat runs down his cheek as he picks up the final one. It was the Ace of clubs. None of these were your cards.

"Fucking shit," he cursed under his breath. The three girls that remained at the table giggle at his error, adding to his embarrassment. "I-I have another, another trick. Can I show you?"

Laughing, you replied, "You may." He was cute.

He gathers all of the cards and gulps, "it's, um, it's called the card spring. Basically, it's where all the cards fall to my other hand. See— ah shit!"

A massive gust of wind sweeps the cards in mid-performance, just as they were about to land in Atsumu's right hand. All fifty-two cards in the deck spiral westward.

At that exact moment, you could hear Atsumu's heart drop to his ass. It sounded like an anvil being dropped from twenty-five feet in the air.

"Shit," he mutters. Just as he gets up to collect them, the bell rings. When the girls return to the building, they gossip about how funny Atsumu was as they collect their trash and belongings. Henmi says goodbye to Atsumu but it passes unnoticed by him.

You stayed to help Atsumu pick up all of his cards.

The color of red was now engulfing his entire head as he spotted you picking up the Queen of Spades. "Fuck, I'm so sorry— I-I was trying to impress you and I fucked up. All the practicing I had done on some girls came to shit."

Picking up a jack and a king, you giggled, "I think many of the girls think you are interested in them. Why did you do that?"

"I dunno, maybe because they share the same qualities as you."

"And what's that?"

"That they're a girl and you're a girl," he blushed as you laughed. "I thought they could give me the courage to perform on you and ask you out. Got nervous."

Then, with his luck, it begins to rain. It began to rain on a sunny day.

The cards begin to become damp as you hurried to pick them up. Suddenly, you come across the king of hearts.

He groans, "today wasn't supposed to turn out like this. 'M sorry."

You hand him the cards and go to pick up your tray and travel to the nearest trashcan to throw out your trash. Atsumu begins to do the walk of shame as he starts to walk back to class with his head down low and his hands in his pockets.

"I'll see you tomorrow Atsumu-Kun!" You say as you pass him, reaching the building first.

"Yeah," he sighs, bummed.

Atsumu kicks himself in his mind before letting out another curse as he shuffles his cards. He's about to throw them away before he notices a smudge of blue ink on his king of hearts. It was still readable.

It reads: I'm free tomorrow! Call me if you have any trouble, or any bad luck! with a heart at the end.

death by chapstick. your husband, an idiot one, might've taken a bite out of your raspberry-flavored chapstick and regretted it.

pairings. husband!atsumu x gn!reader

warnings. fluff , crack , i actually giggled while making this , 119 is just the japanese version of 911

"Will I die if I ate your chapstick?"

"I don't know, maybe we can…." you paused, your mind digesting his words, "wait, atsumu… what?"

You were both were discussing how you could assist Osamu in moving his strawberry garden into his new apartment; so how the hell did this conversation end up transitioning into death by chapstick?

"More specifically your raspberry-flavored one — would I die if I ate that one?"

"Atsumu, what the fuck?" You sat up straight in bed, turning on the lamp so he could see your bewilderment. "Did you eat my chapstick?"

Atsumu sat up as well, sweating profusely as he spoke quickly, "we have more pressing issues to handle, babe, because your husband could drop dead at any moment."

Suddenly, he had you worried and stressed out, "Atsumu, I don't know if it's — why are you eating my chapstick!?"

Your phone was ripped from its charger, leaving you uncertain of whether to use the remaining five percent on calling one-one-nine to inform that your idiot husband is dying from chapstick poisoning or search the internet to see if your raspberry-flavored chapstick, the exact one that he ate, was dangerous.

"I like how it tastes on you!" He blurted, "you were gone for a long time today and I missed your taste — but listen, if it is poisonous, why would they want you to apply it to your lips if you would taste it constantly?"

Tears swelled in your eyes from concern, "It's not meant to be eaten like a fuck— like a fucking cheese stick, Atsumu! And you're now just telling me?!"

You decided that you would use your last five percent to read the top search to find out if chapstick is safe to consume if eaten.

When sufficient amounts are swallowed, they may experience a minor upset stomach or loose stool. If your child is found with chapstick, do not panic. The tube should be removed, the mouth should be wiped with a soft, wet cloth, and water should be given to the child.

You married a fucking reincarnation of a dodo bird.

"Good news, you're not dying, just going to have an upset stomach," you growled, upset that he made you worry over nothing, "but your dead to me."

Atsumu placed his hand on his heart and threw his head up against the wall, "oh my god… oh my god that's so relieving."

Laying down with your back turned to him, you plugged your phone into its charger and turned off the lamp.

He chuckles, "I'm so sorry hun, I didn't mean to scare you—"

"Blah, blah, blah, I can't hear you because a dead man can't speak."

"Baby, is this how you treat me after a life-or-death experience?"

"You're an idiot, Atsumu — who the hell eats chapstick?"

He frowns as embarrassment sets in. "I didn't eat it, I took a nibble out of it. I said that you were gone for a long time today and I missed your flavor. I tried putting some on my lips, but that wasn’t enough."

"You're an absolute freak, should've just married your brother when I had the chance."

"Should've! Because now you're stuck with me, you even said it yourself!" He laughs, "you said, I, Y/N L/N — now Y/N Miya — take you, Miya Atsumu, as my lawful wedded husband—"

"— Yeah, yeah, I remember—"

"—to have and to hold from this day forward…"

You rolled your eyes and smiled to yourself. He's such a dork.

"For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health," he emphasizes, "until death do us part. But you're still stuck with me even after that."

He reaches over to kiss you on your cheek and flips you over so that you're facing him, "I love ya so much."

HOT HOT HOTHOTHOTHRFHRFHRFARFARF ARF ARF

im gonna start writing for POC readers again lol

cw: atsumu has eyebrow slit and he's smug about it, mentions blood, scar.

atsumu looks up from his phone's screen as your lips part in concentration, fingers running over his eyebrow. "everything alright, babe?"

his heart melts as you tilt your head in confusion. "i just… i never noticed you had this scar."

"we've been together for three years," atsumu raised his perfect brows. "and you're telling me, ya never noticed it?"

you shake your head. "how'd you even get it?"

the blond scoffs, running his hands through his hair. "samu slammed the door in ma face while i was walking in. i was just eight at that time."

"did it hurt?"

"yeah, i was bleeding all over the place," atsumu shakes his head at the painful memory. "i had to get eight stitches." 

they were three stitches.

"you're so brave tsumu," you cup his cheek in awe. "and the scar makes you look so hot."

atsumu was aware how hot the scar made him look, courtesy of thirsty twitter accounts. he leans in you touch, a small smile on his lips. "thanks baby. I'm glad ya find my pain physically appealing."

"shut up," you softly click your tongue, leaning in his chest as his arm wraps around your shoulders. "i wish i had an eyebrow slit."

"want me to slam a door on your face?"

you push away his arm, walking to your shared bedroom. "i changed my mind— you're hot but equally insufferable."

"hey!"

a/n: stalking fan accounts is atsumu's guilty pleasure.