#hq brain rot

[angelatsumu]

'til death do we part <3 [hq]

in which haikyu men say their vows (atsumu, tobio, keiji)

warnings: slight religious themes (atsumu), slight ooc tobio, author is projecting her own vows this is for the lovely @milkywayseastar-lord for making this simpy little writer feel heard <33 i hope this doesn't disappoint <33

m.atsumu

“y/n. You are the the freshly lit candle after a long day of errands. You are the breath of fresh air in the peak of spring. you are the spring in my step, and you are my favorite song on repeat for the rest of my days. You are the perfect serve. You are the hard-fought win after a long tournament. You are like a constant fire, burning in my chest. You’re the winds that guide sails and the trails that lead travelers back home. Your love is like the warmth of a thousand suns. You are the angel who’s come down to spare me of my suffering, to relieve me of that overwhelming nothingness there was before. You are proof that God adores me, and you are the envy of all of Hades’s might. You’re the light of my life, and without you there is no life. Giving you my last name is the comfort that you and I are together even when miles apart. Neither land nor sea can separate this name from you, nor your heart from mine. Damnation and divinity are nothing now that I’ve seen your light. I love you, Miya y/n. You are proof that God is the way, the truth, and the light.”

k. tobio

"there are many things i have not been so sure of in life. i've never been sure of where life would take me or how well i would do with volleyball. i've never been sure of my social skills or my place in the lives of others. i've neverbeen sure of what i'd eat for breakfast the next morning. i'm not even sure these words will be enough to say what i'm feeling. the only thing i've ever been truly certain of was my love for you, y/n. of all the variables in the world, our love was never an uncertainty. my love for you is as immutable as the sun rising every morning and setting every night. the change of the tides could never deter me from falling for the light in your eyes. there's nothing as world-shattering and breathtaking than the love you give. your love redeems, heals, and saves. today i vow to never abandon my post as your devotee. today, i am certain you were made for loving me."

a. keiji

"to be loved is to be truly known, and i can gladly say i am loved by you. there is nothing more addicting than basking in your love, than being seen for who i am as my truest self. your love cuts through the hard defenses of stoicism, and it shows me i am yours. i believe my task in life is to love you, and my heart has found a home in your arms. when i look at you, i am in the throws of love once more, and my mortal form aches when it is away from you. your love is like recognizing myself once again, and knowing that there is no piece of me that isn't a part of you. thank you for knowing me, and i vow to know you until my heart lays itself to rest."

these are truly awful but i am full of emotion, and i think we as a community deserve more lovestruck hq men at the altar.

i hope you all have enjoyed this sweet (and slightly unrealistic) little blurb <33

rb's are appreciated <33

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[satoruzlove]

dilf atsumu..😔

- tsum is about 37, reader is 21, mildly suggestive , rly fluffy, tsum has a little son, divorce, cuddles and touching

dilf atsumu who has the sweetest smile lines , from a smile he used to charm every lady in the neighborhood

dilf atsumu who’s a real natural with kids, always kneeling down to any little one he sees and greeting them with a ‘hey there, kiddo’ or, ‘nice to meet you, baby. i’m mr miya.’

dilf atsumu who wishes his ex wife all the best when she decides to split , and needs a hand with his kiddo. that’s where you, his adorable babysitter, come in

you’re a college student and he’s friends with someone who knows you- you were just looking for a little side hustle. atsumu and his baby boy were a perfect fit!!

dilf atsumu who welcomes you so warmly on the first day, hugging you even, large hands rubbing up your back and introducing you to his son; a carbon copy of himself.

dilf atsumu who’s heart swells when he sees how much the little one loves you, and sometimes joins your little play dates together.

dilf atsumu who asks you to stay the night when it’s storming, leaving you to the guest room. when you can’t sleep you toddle downstairs and curl up to a movie

the athlete spots you and joins you, how couldn’t he? his darling babysitter , who does so much for him and his baby, all alone? not on his keen, sharp watch.

he nearly sits down with you, not before grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses. his lean thighs are spread wide as he pours for you first.

the night goes on and the movie is long forgotten between giggles and slurs of the tongue - your boss’s eyes blown by the amount of alcohol you’ve consumed. more than half the bottle was gone. poof. atsumu was having the time of his life with you.

his cheek propped on his fist, wine glass in the other hand, he giggled as you tried to narrate your first day on campus. the day you fell into the pond, were almost late to a very important class and nearly got set alight. the man let out a bark of laughter when you hicced helplessly.

big, calloused palms rest on your cheeks as he sets his now empty glass down. “ c’mon, lover,” he mumbles, “‘s late for you to be up, no? let me get you to bed, you sadly have class tomorrow,” atsumu said, hoisting you up. your weight felt comforting against him, but not enough for you to walk stably up the winding stairs of his gorgeous home.

he picks you up, your legs firmly around his little waist. you giggle, hands small wound on his neck. your nimble thumbs rubbing on the skin, you slur, “ s- hic- sumu, i can walk,” and it earns a shake of his head. “ you cant even talk, and i got you drunk. let me take care of you for once,alright?”

even as he climbs the stairs with you in hand he doesn’t falter. you’re lighter than a feather. as he reaches the guest room you feel sad, a pout on your lips when he tries to set you down. you resist, hands balling up in his cotton black tee and doe eyes gleaming up at him. he pauses. never has he taken the time , nor had it, to look into your eyes. soft, affectionate, maternal. all things he’s seen in you. the faux blond smoothes your hair and coos to you like he would his own child. “‘m gonna put you to sleep, ‘kay? that’s all. nothing else.” he says. you know he’s only trying to convince himself at this point as he climbs into the little bed with you, face so close to yours. your head rests on his chest, the same adorning eyes looking up at him. his own honey- glazed gaze is hooded with love, desire even.

everything stops for a moment. the way your lips are stained a deep red from the wine and are parted is like the ancient latin scrawled across decayed paper, tucked into a tomb and sacred. his only mantra and the thing that leads his every movement. your eyelashes flutter, hands propping up your weight- and you do everything for your boss. you kiss him softly first, a mesh of little pecks. atsumu feels blood rush to his head as his hands knead at the bone of your hip, thumbs stroking your thigh.

his skin burns, it’s hot to the touch. there’s a firey dance of nervousness under it, buzzing and bubbling that fuels his movement. his hands snake under your shirt , now squeezing your waist. he feels dizzy when you pull away, a little saliva connecting you. keeping you together. the sight makes him ache, yearn for you more.

a drunken giggle leaves you,“ thought you were putting me to sleep, mr miya?”

“maybe..” he trails off, his palms guiding you by the back of your head so your lips are centimetres away from his,

“ maybe another way, little one.”

#miya atsumu #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu miya fluff #msby x reader #dilf atsumu #haikyuu dilfs #atsumu headcanons #atsumu miya headcanons #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu scenarios #atsumu imagines #hq atsumu #little brain rot hehe

[hanaonesflower]

I feel like sending Miya Osamu to medical school today!

MIYA OSAMU x GN!READER. (I hope this is okay :>)

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Med student!Osamu lays on top his squeaky mattress, reminiscent of the immunosuppressant lessons he learned today and his first and only pharmacology partner.

Med student!Osamu thinks about how it was so adorable that you thought his iPad case was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. It was a custom case with a picture of his high school teammates eating onigiris together in their jerseys.

Med student! Osamu grinned from ear to ear when you asked if he was willing to be your lab partner.

Med student! Osamu is lucky enough to attend a medical school in his own town, whereas you are a traveler student. Making genuine friendships in a field like medicine is not an easy feat.

Med student! Osamu chugs a Red Bull at 2:30am as he crams for an exam that he completely forgot about and he has exactly 7 hours to study 5 weeks worth of pharmacology materials.

Med student! Osamu shows up the next day looking like he fought a army of zombie on the way to class, only to be brightened up by the sight of you.

Med student! Osamu gets all giddy when you walk towards him with a book clutched to your chest, smiling nervously, asking if he studied. He finds it so adorable when your shoulders drop and the forced grin on your face softens when he said he was on the same boat.

Med student! Osamu bombs the test and goes home to sulk. He fucked up, he thought. How is he going to redeem himself with only 2 months left of semester? But something made him sit straight up in his bed and reach for his phone and text a new number that has not acquainted his messages yet.

Med student! Osamu makes sure to be doting, he wakes up 30 minutes earlier than usually to pick up croissants and some delicious coffee on the way to the local library.

Med student! Osamu waits patiently by the front entrance, his arms are heavy with text books and his fingers clumsily clamp down around the paper bag and coffee cup.

“Here you go,” as he hands you the croissant, albeit at this point lukewarm and soggy.

“You did not have to do this. You could have slept in,” you insist, although grateful for the generous treat.

“I know, I just really wanted to,” he says, opening the door, lowering his hand to guard your lower back instinctively, without giving it a second thought.

“Let’s ace our finals, Miya-san!” You ball up your fist and pinch your lips and make a “let’s go” expression before cracking open your text and showing him what you’ve been working on.

Med student! Osamu doesn’t know if he is going to pass his finals, but one thing for sure, he is going to score a proper date with you.

#it’s dr. miya to you #been having an osamu brain rot as of late #my head is pounding as I am writing this #not hype :( #haikyuu x reader #miya osamu x you #miya osamu x reader #osamu fluff #osamu x you #osamu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu fluff #haikyu scenarios #haikyu x you #hq drabbles

[nanamimizz]

𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙁𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉.

 sum: kageyama tobio and you have loved each other throughout your lives. unsaid things must be sad especially in the gray endless sea of adulthood.

tags: reader is a bit of a dramatic crybaby who’s desperately trying to be mature. fem reader. kageyama’s a bit of a snarky ass in this but its fine. food mention, very self indulgent. let know if i missed anything!!!! 2.3k words!

“Don’t go out with him.” He says, You sigh.

“It’s 2 hours before the date I can’t cancel it.’ You explain.  

You’ve had to explain yourself to him every hour until your date. A part of you is exasperated and the other is fond. You’ve known Kageyama Tobio all your life, maybe even longer. You’ve been by each other's sides through it all, even when he went to Karasuno instead of Aoba Johsai like he said he would. Maybe the reason he’s always at the throat of potential partners is due to the nature of your friendship you both have developed. You’ve been at every game, every airport departure and landing that you could be at. You’ve made him breakfast for his first game every season and dinner every evening of the last game of the season since middle school: pork cutlet with an egg for him, miso soup with as much tofu and nori as you can fit into the pot, with bowls of rice for you.

A part of you wonders what it is about Tobio that has earned your unwavering devotion in terms and conditions of your friendship but you have yet to find the answer. Or rather the answer you want to face. You already know that you have been in love with Tobio for as long as university, maybe even before that.

That wasn't the problem. The problem was that Kageyama has more balls than brains and has never once been moved, shaken, or touched by any aspect of love or flirtation and as such you have no idea what he looks like when he is interested. So even if there is a possibility, an iota, and inkling of the idea that Kageyama Tobio returns your feelings that are rooted, stemmed, and bloomed for the better part of your life - you’d have no way to know.

When you can't achieve greatness you settle for mediocrity. Which has led you through relationships of the same standards you’ve chased - dull and non-inspirational; just anything to rid deep navy eyes from your mind for even more than a minute. A simple-minded push and pull. 

Like ocean waves lapping at your ankles.

They were short-lived and pretty packaged distractions, all of which have led you back to the dark-haired blue eyed monster you were running from. You wonder if this is some sort of punishment for a previous life’s sins. Doomed to love never to be loved.

Tobio has had it with you, he swears as he watches you float around the corner to the corner of your apartment, starting to get ready for your accursed date. His dark brow and almost pouted mouth tell all one needs to know about how he feels the direction that your night will take and he's soured at how honest you make him. He always prided himself on his ability to keep it cool through all aspects of his life, when pushed into a corner during a game or squeezing the last bit of tutoring you gave him for an exam during finals but he hates, no loathes how you make him frown and scoff and roll his eyes so easily as if he’s like Atsumu who rarely hides his displeasure.

Tobio throughout all his life can name only a few things that made him truly and deeply happy - volleyball, grilled meat, milk, and most importantly you. He remembered the joy he felt on that winter morning in his chest when he saw your face, frosty and rosy from the cold in the stands cheering him each year at nationals no matter what. That joy has endured the scorching heat of your arguments and the freezing cold of your time apart. You are the cornerstone of his life, his own North Star in every sense of the word. That's why he thinks he drank your milk (which you still hate) at lunch when you were 6 so you could go play with him. And why he’s kept every note, letter, and shitty valentine card you’ve made him - you always gave him a card on Valentine's and he always got you matcha ice cream for White Day because you don’t like chocolate that much.

Tobio has known he’s loved you all his life, he has so many unimportant but unshareable moments with you he doesn’t think he could have this with someone else. He watches you tuck your hair behind your ear and he thinks about the time you stayed late at his place studying for finals. A cheap, canned matcha latte and a milk carton from a vending machine drip condescension onto the small table and you reach back, tucking a lock of hair from under your glasses behind your ear and Tobio stares and falls harder than he did before. He's patting his knee the day after your middle school graduation, cherry blossom petals stuck to your shoe and he still bows down to tie it for you. A week ago, he walked behind you on some stairs and tugged down your skirt, the back of his knuckles meeting the gap between your thighs and knees.

He would spend the rest of his night staring at the ridges of bone and skin that touched you so sweetly in awe - he didn’t think he was capable of handling something so carefully.

The clock in your kitchen tolls 7:30 and he glares at it like it’s his mortal enemy as if it’s to blame for the fact that the weird song and dance you two have spent your entire life performing is going off script, that he has to give you away, that someone who wants to cut your and his’s dance, It makes him feel vile and sick.

You appear in front of him, a vision and more dressed in black, carefully matching clothes that brings out the best of your features and he smells your perfume - something sweet but dark. Fiddling with your earring you spin and turn in front of him and all you are met with is a blank stare.

“You should cancel with him.” He repeats himself and your shoulders sag, you sigh and he can hear your own note to self; don’t ask Tobio for outfit opinions. Your berry-colored lips pout at him in the way they’ve always had since you were 7.

“I’m not canceling Tobio so tell me if I look good or not.” You almost whine out and a part of Tobio purrs at how he makes you act so honestly - it seems you both bring out that quality in each other. He shakes his head, he can feel his fringe tickling his forehead in the movement.

“You look beautiful - you always do. Why do you even bother? You’re gonna go and then come back, never text him back and talk about how he’s boring.” He rattles off the pattern that he’s seen you go through at least 3 times this month, and the pattern you’ve gone through before. You swallow and wet your lips, eyes meeting his before you look away.

‘You’ve never been able to look people in the eyes when you admit to something.’

“Does my unsuccessful love life annoy you? I know it’s not the most exciting one out of all your friends.” You deflect with a joke and you look up at him from the corner of your eyes and let your fingers tuck into the pockets of your coat. His face sours,

“It’s not that. It’s annoying how you settle for so little when you deserve better.” His tongue burns at his words, desperate to say what he’s wanted to say to you for so long. “Me. Choose me.”

“Yeah? What is it that I deserve? I’m lonely and I’m just trying to find someone to love - someone to love me. What is it to you? I don’t think you’ve ever liked anyone before.” You’re voice trembles at the end and his shoulders drop. His frown slackens and he sighs through his nose.

“You deserve someone who knows you and actually tries to. Not some random guy who’s planning on taking you to that Italian restaurant you hate.” You snort at the last bit - he’s right. The man who you were going out with tonight insisted on taking you to a restaurant you hated in the part of the city you hated - the food wasn’t good and traffic around there is horrible and it’s a long walk from the subway and -

“And you were wrong about something. I do like someone, I’ve liked them for a long time.” Your smile fades and you push his shoulder, the air shifts and you almost look angry at him,

“And you never told me? You asshole.” You practically hiss at him and his shoulder takes the brunt of your weak slap. He shrugs and cocks his head to the side.

“I could never tell her, life often got in the way and she’s always going on boring dates - she’s even going on one right now.” You pause as his words - sarcastic words sink into your brain and you have half a mind to slap Tsukishima for teaching him sarcasm.

“What, what do you mean by that.” You ask but you mean like a sentence and Tobio knows, he knows that because he’s loved you all the years in his life he didn’t have a soft, squishy head. His hands clench at his side as the words that burn on his tongue finally spark and ignite.

“You, I like you. To be honest I think I’ve loved you since we were toddlers.” He speaks and it feels true and you don’t know how to respond. Your brain is split down the middle both half angry and half glad. Tears sting your eyes and they burn because you line your waterline and you don’t want to smudge so you begin to shake him - well try to shake the 6 ft, professional volleyball player, before you.

“You are such a jerk! Why are you confessing to me right now when I’m going on a date?” You hiss at him and he snorts at your defensiveness before taking your hands in his and you come to a complete stop as you process how his hands fit around yours.

Perfectly.

“Because I am a jerk and I have more balls than brains, remember?” He teases you and you bite into your lip to stop from either laughing or crying.

“I don’t know why I never told you, our lives moved so fast it never felt like I could. You with your career and me with mine. We were always apart, always going our separate ways.” He tells you and you know he has a point but love makes you bratty and snot-nosed.

“So, I would have stayed if you told me sooner.” You whine and he shakes his head and this is the first you see Kageyama Tobio smile soft and gentle and you almost feel your brain melt out your ears at much of a man he looks now.

“Then you wouldn’t have done all the things you wanted to do abroad. It wouldn’t be fair.” Your tears are running now and your face feels hot and you’re sure you look like a crying 5-year-old and not like the put-together 20-something-year-old you were trying to look like not even 10 minutes ago. You feel his hand come up to your face and swipe at your cheek with his thumb and you whine at how your makeup is running.

“When did you become such a crybaby? I thought university would mellow you out. The last time you cried like this was when we watched that Pokemon movie together when we were 15.” His hand is pushed away from you and he hides the fondness on his face poorly - you look like a raccoon, with rings of black around your eyes.

“Shut up - you’re so stupid Tobio. I hate your guts.” You say and don’t mean it. He knows he’s stupid so he just smiles and huffs good-naturedly at your watery jeers. It’s hard to take you seriously when you’ve bawled like a baby in front of him.

“So? Do you like me too?” His voice is tender and you pause from rubbing your red-rimmed eyes and you look at him like he’s grown a second head. Your laugh is like this little sound that’s a mixture of a hiccup and an exasperated giggle. You rub your eyes and ignore the specks of mascara decorating your palms.

“Yes, yes I like you. Why else would I beg your mom to teach me exactly how you like your pork cutlet? “

“I just thought you are a kind person.” He shrugs.

You shake your head, “I’m not a kind person, you just bring that out of me.” 

“You make me kind too. I know I’m stupid and brash and I don’t know much about anything other than volleyball but I promise to know you. To love you like I have for all my life and for more.”  Tobio confessed and he looks into your eyes and you find yourself with a new set of tears in your eyes and you nod, shaky and timid but so incredibly happy.

“I promise to love you too. I’ll make you pork cutlet til I’m 80 and wrinkly and I’ll make sure our pet cat likes you.” You say and you’re serious Tobio fights back to snark about how you just had to bring up the way animals are averse to him. A silence envelopes you both as the realization that the song has ended, and you now hold hands for the first time. His callouses ground you to reality and Tobio can’t believe how soft your hands are on his rough skin.

“So…are you going to cancel your date, now?” He asks, voice still as serious as ever, and you sort, tuck your chin to your chest and fail to keep your shoulders from shaking as you laugh.

“Yes. Yes, I will cancel now.”

You’re laughter rings through the apartment as he raises his hand like a fist in the year and he cheers. The music cuts and you look at him fondly.

 You have found greatness after all.

#lamb.writes #haikyuu x reader #kageyama x reader #tobio x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu imagines #kageyama imagines #hq. #kageyama. ♡ #he is rotting my brain to degree unprecendented #im not even sure if i spelled that right #i just have lots of love for kageyama tobio pro althelte

[ridiculouslly-ridiculous]

Just a lil Osamu brain rot I’ve been having lately… (๑>◡<๑)

Osamu x Fem! Reader

(A little suggestive & implied in some places but nothing explicit, mostly fluff but there’s a sprinkle of ✨angst✨, not proofread because I’m a lazy bitch, okay I said “lil,” but she a little long 😅)

Thinking about how the customers of Onigiri Miya see the progression of your relationship with Osamu 🥹

Like you were the one who encouraged Osamu to open Onigiri Miya. Like, I mean of course you would he’s your best friend after all! Of course ‘Samu also had Atsumu’s support and encouragement but it was your belief in him that really made him think his dream of opening an onigiri shop was in fact possible.

So there y’all were scouting for the perfect location, and once it had been found, the two of you pick everything out together so the shop could be perfect. It took days — days— for the two of you to decide on the perfect paint color.

During the time of painting, waiting for deliveries, and testing out onigiri recipes, you and ‘Samu had little moments that made you think that maybe your friendship with him was changing. It was the comfortable silence after midnight while the two of you were painting. And every once and a while the two of you would look at each other, cheeks slightly blushed, and goofy grins across your faces.

It’s the way the two of you sat on the cold, hard floors as you try to assemble display cases, frustrated beyond belief but eventually figured it out together. The sheer amount of happiness the two of you had was unimaginable as the two of you hugged — not only because after hours of trying to assemble the damn thing— but because the two of you longed to be close to each other and this was all that was possible.

It’s the way one late night as you and Osamu are testing recipes, music playing in the background, the two of you laughing, and sauce and grains of rice sully your aprons. You struggle to shape the onigiri, that is until Osamu stands behind you, his arms coming around you to help you. During that time, you swore you stopped breathing. You could feel the warmth of his skin, the way his voice vibrated off his chest, how toned his chest is against your back, and the whisp of breath of every word he spoke by your ear.

It’s the way how during the grand opening of Onigiri Miya, the two of you stood side by side greeting customers as they enter the restaurant. Customers already believing the two of you are a couple. It definitely made some of the male customers from flirting with you, but some of them definitely tried to get it out of you if you and the owner were in a relationship.

With Onigiri Miya now running smoothly, you slowly back out of helping Osamu. But that’s not to say you stopped helping out completely. After your regular job, you would sometimes stop by and help out.

It was a rainy night when the first change happened.

There was a regular customer who definitely wasn’t coming back for the onigiri. He flirted with you, but he never did anything to make you uncomfortable. Since he was a regular, he definitely picked up that you and Osamu were just friends. The guy flirted a little more that night. And just as he was about to leave his table, he very loudly asked you out. This definitely got Osamus attention, he had to stop shaping the onigiri he was currently working on. He quickly recovered and resumed his work, but that’s not to say his main focus was the onigiri. The man wrote down his number and told you to text him your response. You nod and he leaves. You and Osamu don’t talk until the shop it closed and he’s about to take you home.

“Are ya going to go on a date with him?” He asks.

“I’m not sure yet.” You reply, not even looking at him.

“That’s definitely not a no.”

“It’s not a no.”

“Why?” He asks, not even sure why he’s asking.

“I think it’d be nice. It’s been a while since I’ve been on a date.” You blush.

“Why him?”

“Why him? I-I uh,” how do you tell your best friend you’ve fallen in love with him and desperately need to get over those feelings before it ruins your friendship?

“Never mind. Forget that I asked.” He scoffs.

“ ‘Samu…”

“Come on let’s get ya home.”

“ ‘Samu, what’s wrong?”

“I said forget it. C’mon, let’s go (y/n).”

“I’m not going with you if you don’t talk to me.”

He takes a deep breath, “… Please don’t go on a date with him.”

“Care to tell why I shouldn’t?”

“I’m just asking ya — as a friend —,” he chokes, “don’t go on that date with him.”

“I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me. Do you know something I don’t, if there is you need to tell me, ‘Samu.”

“I just don’t like the idea of ya going on a date, okay? There, I told ya.. Happy?” He lets out a broken chuckle.

“No, of course I’m not happy if you’re upset. But it makes me happy that you’re so protective of me.” You giggle in an attempt to lighten to mood.

“Yeah, sure, if that’s what ya want to call it.” He grumbles.

You give him a skeptical look, “Okay, so what do you call it then?”

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that I should get ya home. It’s getting late.”

“ ‘Samuuu, don’t be like that. Why are you avoiding my questions?”

“I don’t like the idea of ya going on a date with him… with anyone…”

“And I appreciate you being so protective of me, but ‘Samu, I’m gonna go on dates.”

“I don’t like to think of ya going on dates with anyone besides me.” He sighs.

“Wha-”

“I’m in love with ya, okay, (y/n).” His face becomes flushed and you swear you see tears start to brim in his eyes. “And I have been fer a while. I just never wanted to say anything because I didn’t want to lose ya. And now that ya know, yer never gonna want to see me again.” As he goes on, you try getting his attention. It takes a few tries before he hears you.

“ ‘Samu!”

“What?”

“Thank you for telling me how you feel,” you start and Osamu prepares himself for the worst, “and now I know it won’t be awkward if I do this.” And before Osamu has time to register what you just said, he feels your lips against his. All those years of pining after one another is put into the kiss the two of you are sharing now. His hands on either side of your face and your arms around his neck in a desperate attempt to bring him closer to you. The kiss was better than the two of you had ever imagined.

Osamu drives you home and now the two of you stand by your front door, holding hands, and not wanting to say goodbye.

Osamu leans down to kiss you again, the kiss is different than the one you shared earlier but it still felt so good. When it’s over you look up at him

“Do you… want to spend the night?”

He nods. The two of you snuggle up in your bed, sharing the occasional kiss and some of those kisses turn into heated make outs.

It was after one of those sessions that Osamu finally says something, “So are ya going on that date?” He smirks.

You smirk back, “I think I might. I don’t have anything better to do.” You tease.

He lightly laughs before placing a quick kiss, “(y/n)?”

“Yeah, ‘Samu?”

“Will ya be my girlfriend and go on a date with me?”

You could feel yourself start to blush, “Yes, ‘Samu. I will.”

The next morning the few Onigiri Miya employees watch as you and Osamu walk in together, hand in hand. The two of you never came in together, you always came in later. And they watch as the two of you share a kiss before you leave to go to work. It doesn’t take long before some of the customers catch on that the two of we’re finally dating. Some of the older clients gush over your new relationship.

It’s not until over a year later when the next changes happens.

You and Osamu are snuggled on your couch, too lazy to change the movie that came on after the end credits of the movie the two of you actually watch.

“I’m so tired.” Osamu whines and he holds you closer.

You laugh, “Then you should go to sleep, babe.”

“But then I have t’drive all the way home and I don’t want to do that.”

“Baby, you know you’re more than welcome to stay the night.”

“Yer the best, you know that.” He muffles.

The giggle, “Thank you.” You say and you run your fingers through his hair.

You can feel him relax as you do this. You feel yourself starting to relax but it doesn’t last long.

“Baby?” You hear Osamu call out.

You open your eyes to look at him, “Yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking… and I think we should move in together. What d’ya think?”

His question definitely wakes you up a little. It’s not because you don’t want to, you just didn’t know he felt this way too.

“Is this something you’ve been think about for a while?” You ask.

He hums in reply, “Yeah. It started when at the end of the day when I thought ‘I can’t wait to go home,’ and I didn’t think about ma actual home… I thought of ya.”

His confession brought tears to your eyes.

“ ‘Samu…” you gasp, and place a kiss on his head, “I would love to move in together.”

The next day Osamu is already moving his stuff in. Osamu doesn’t have much to move, but It takes a little time for him to be fully moved in since he works so much but the two of you find your rhythm as roommates soon enough.

“Alright that’s the last box! We officially live together!” Osamu gives you a cheesy grin.

“You didn’t have a lot of stuff to move babe.”

“What can I say, I lived a minimalist lifestyle.”

“No, I think you we’re living that bachelor life style. But I think I domesticated you.” You laugh. Your comment makes Osamu laugh too and he pulls you into a tight hug.

“Ya did get me, but I’ve never been happier about anything.”

Although you and Osamu were going strong, y’all hit a rough patch a couple months later. You got busier with work and couldn’t help out at the shop anymore and the shop got busier too. Your schedules were not aligning at all. You barely saw each other despite living together now. The distance was definitely making a strain on your relationship, both of you felt it. You had reached your limit and you knew you had to talk to Osamu about it.

The two of you had finished eating a late dinner and headed to bed.

“ ‘Samu… we need to talk.”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Listen, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about us lately,” you say and Osamu feels those words like ice water had just been dumped on him, “and I know you’ve noticed we haven’t seen each other as much lately and it’s really affected our relationship. So I think the best thing-”

Your cut off by Osamu engulfing you in the tightest hug, “Please don’t say what yer about to say. I love ya. I can’t lose ya, it feels like I just got ya. Just… please don’t break up with me.” At the end you feel his hot tears soaking your shirt.

“ ‘Samu, I-” you try to speak but Osamu just hold you tighter.

“Just let me hold ya a little longer, okay?”

You place a hand on his head and gently tell him, “ ‘Samu, I’m not breaking up with you, I promise.” And then you wrap your arms around him.

You can feel him sob. It’s clear he is so overwhelmed with everything. He thought he was about to lose you on top of everything. As he cries, you softly tell him over and over again that you love him.

In the morning, you’re careful as you get out of bed, not wanting to wake up your sleeping boyfriend. You call into work, you call the shop and tell them Osamu won’t be coming in today and tell them what’ll need to be done for the day.

When Osamu wakes up, the two of enjoy a meal together which is something the two of you haven’t been able to do in a long time. When Osamu decides to take a nap, you decide to head over to the shop and help out the employees.

You’re so involved in doing what needs to be done that you don’t notice that Osamu has showed up and is now looking lovingly. He’s know for a while, but that was the moment Osamu for sure knew he wanted to marry you. It took another moment for you to realize he was there.

When all the employees had gone home, the shop was closed, and it was just the two of finishing up you decided to tell him what you wanted to last night.

“I want to quit my job, ‘Samu.”

Osamu stops wiping down the counters when you say this, “I thought ya liked yer job, baby?”

“I do, but I’m tired of working there. It’s not what I want to do anymore.”

“So are ya wanting to find a new job?”

“Yup! And I know exactly where I want to work!”

“That’s great, baby! Where d’ya want to work?”

“Here.” You smile.

He is slightly taken aback. “Here? As in here… where we are right now?”

You nod, “Yeah, ‘Samu. I want to work here with you.”

“A-are ya sure?”

You nod, “I’m sure. I just hope I can get an interview.”

Osamu laughs as he gives you a hug — one which you can’t help but to melt into, “Ya definitely got an interview, just answer this one question… do ya love me?”

“More than anything in the world.”

“I love ya too. Ya got the job.”

The two of you share a deep kiss, something both of you have missed so much.

“So do I need to tell HR that the new employee is sleeping with the boss?” You tease.

Osamu let’s out another laugh. Yeah, he definitely wants to marry you.

The next change doesn’t happen until two years later.

The two of you had left Onigiri Miya early, which was a little rare. The two of you were currently getting ready for a much needed night out together. While you were finishing up getting ready, Osamu was rehearsing how he was going to ask you to marry him.

Osamu is quickly drawn out of his thoughts when he hears you.

“ ‘Samuu, I’m ready!”

He looks up at you and smiles, “Beautiful.”

The two of you get into the car and before he pulls out of the driveway, “Is it okay if we make a pit stop before dinner, babe?”

You smile, “Of course!”

Osamu begins his course to his intended destination. It confuses you when he starts going through neighborhood’s instead of the main roads.

“Where’s this pit stop of yours babe?” You ask.

He gives you a soft smile, “You’ll see here in a minute.”

And sure enough, he is pulling up to where he wanted to take you. You both get out of the car.

“ ‘Samu, what are we doing here?”

“Is it still as great as ya remember?”

You nod as you look what’s in front of you, “It’s perfect, ‘Samu. Why’d you bring me here? They haven’t called us back yet.”

What stands in front of you and Osamu is the dream home the two of you toured a few weeks ago.

“They didn’t call ya, they called me. And it’s ours if we still want it.” He dangles the key.

“We got it?” You say getting emotional.

He nods, “We got it.”

You can’t help but to give him a tight hug. He places a kiss on top of your head, “So what d’ya say, want to go inside our new home?”

The two of you hold hands as you walk up to the front door. He is quick to unlock the door and pick you up and carry you over the threshold. As he sets you down, the two of you share a kiss — the first of many in your new home.

The home was perfect, and you definitely had room to grow.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me we got it!” You say as you look around. Already imagining what life with Osamu would look like here.

“I wanted to surprise ya.”

“Well it was a really good surprise. I can’t believe this is going to be our new home!” You squeal.

The two of you quickly go around to each room, already discussing which rooms would be guest bedrooms or an office. The two of you stop by the last bedroom.

“So what do you think this one should be?” You ask.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. This doesn’t feel like an office and we already have enough guest rooms.”

“Yeah, I agree with you. But it’s okay. We have plenty of time to figure it out.” You smile at him. But deep down both of you already knew what it would be perfect for.

A nursery.

“How about we go look at that great backyard where we will be hosting many barbecues and then we head t’dinner?” Osamu asks.

“Let’s do it!” You say excitedly.

The moment had arrived.

The two of you step outside, but it surprises you to see that the backyard has already decorated beautifully.

“ ‘Samu… what is all of this?”

“I did this earlier today.”

“Is this what that ‘meeting’ you had today was about?” You giggle as you take in all of his hard work, too busy to see that Osamu was starting to kneel on one knee.

“It was.” He chuckles.

“It’s perfect, ‘Samu. I can’t believe you did all of this by your-” you stop talking when you finally turn around and see Osamu down on one knee and a twinkling diamond ring in his hands.

“(Y/N)… in all the years I’ve know ya, we’ve been through so much together. I loved ya fer a majority of those years and in the three years we’ve been together, those have been some of the best years of ma life. When I first realized that I was in love with ya, ma best friend, I thought lovin’ ya from afar was the best thing I could do. But I was so wrong. Being able to love ya with all of my soul, holding ya, kissin’ ya, and coming home to ya was the best thing to ever happen to me. No words can explain or come close to how happy ya make me feel. And if ya let me, I want to spend the rest of my life tryin’ t’make ya feel that way too. (Y/LN) (Y/N), will ya marry me?”

By this point, tears were streaming down your face and Osamu’s eyes were getting misty.

Your body reacts before you could say anything. You nod as you try to vocalize your response, “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.” You choke out.

Osamu never smiled so big before. He quickly gets up and gives you a kiss that resembled your first kiss together. The next thing he does is slide that diamond ring onto your finger. A perfect fit.

Over the course of a few days, the regular customers learned about your engagement. You definitely get bigger reactions from those customers that have been present since the beginning of your relationship.

You proceed to go to the next table to take their order.

“Hi, welcome to Onigiri Miya. Thank you for your patience. Can I take your order?” You ask cheerfully.

“Yeah, I’ll take a two tuna mayo onigiri.” The voice you haven’t heard in years says.

You look up from your notepad and sure enough, it’s the guy that asked you out all those years ago.

“H-hey.” You say.

“Hey.” He smiles.

“Long time no see.”

“Aha, yeah. It has been a while huh?”

“Yeah it has been.”

“Yeah, my job had me relocate. I was going to tell you when you texted me, but that never happened.”

“Oh, I never did text you my response.” You blush due to embarrassment.

“It’s quite alright. But I see that you’re happy!” He smiles and points to your ring.

“I am.”

“That’s great!”

“Thank you. Well, I’ll go put your order in.”

He nods and you resume your duties. When the man goes up to pay for his meal, he’s met by none other than your fiancé.

“It’s on the house.” Osamu tells the guy as he tries to hand over his money.

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m just confused as to why.”

Osamu can’t help but to look over at you where you’re being interrogated by a couple of elderly women who are fawning over your engagement ring, “If it weren’t fer ya, I wouldn’t be with the love of my life right now.”

Once he sees it’s you Osamu is looking it, he realizes, “Ah, okay, I see. You’re the fiancé then.”

“I am.”

He extends out his hand, and Osamu shakes his hand, “Thank you for the meal, and congrats.” He smiles and leaves.

It’s another year and some months later until you and Osamu stand before your loved ones and exchange vows — officially becoming husband and wife.

While on your honeymoon, Osamu only calls you by two names, “ma wife,” and “Mrs. Miya.” Even once back home he still calls you “Mrs. Miya,” and you respond to it so naturally that it’s like you’ve been called that all your life. Even some of the clients have started calling you Mrs. Miya, or Miya with an honorific at the end. Now that you and Osamu were married, you know that group of elderly women have started hounding you about when you and Osamu were going to start having children. They teased you that you had conceived a child while on your honeymoon. Some of them were upset when months went by and you weren’t sporting a baby bump and they had to pay up the wagers they placed with their friends.

It wasn’t until way later when you woke up feeling slightly off. You thought you were just getting sick or something, but you didn’t feel too bad — just different. You tell Osamu before he leaves that you wouldn’t be going in with him today, you didn’t want to risk getting any of the customers sick in the chance that you were actually sick. It wasn’t until later in the day when you were checking the expiration date on the miso that it clicked.

What if I’m pregnant? You think to yourself. You were late. Very late in fact. With that you quickly make a quick trip to the convenience store to pick up a few pregnancy tests. And lo and behold when you took them, they all came back positive.

You become overwhelmed with happiness. Now to figure out a good way to surprise Osamu. You had a few hours before he would be home. You won’t be able to do anything to big, but you definitely needed to something.

You go to the nearest hardware store and pick up paint swatches ranging from your typical pinks and blues, to more gender neutral colors like yellows and greens. With those in hand you head to the market to pick up a few things to make a special meal.

You feel a little guilty that the only meal you can think of is to make onigiri and Osamu is surrounded by onigiri all day. You grab some other things just in case Osamu doesn’t feel like eating onigiri.

Once you’re home you immediately begin preparations. Tonight is the night you’re going to tell your husband that you’re pregnant. Just thinking about how far your relationship with Osamu has come is enough to get you emotional. The way just a few years ago you thought you could never be with Osamu and now here you are with a ring on your finger and his child in your stomach.

You were just finishing up setting the table when you hear Osamu come through the door.

He calls out to you, “I’m home!”

You run to him, peppering his face with kisses.

“Welcome home babe. I missed you today.”

He lets out a hearty laugh as he wraps his arms around your waist, “I missed ya too. And by the looks of it, yer feeling better.”

“I do feel better, and I made dinner.”

“Really? Ahh, domestic bliss,” he sighs and gives you kiss on the lips, “Alright, I’m goin’ t’wash up and I’ll be right out to enjoy the delicious dinner ma beautiful wife made fer me.”

While Osamu freshened up in the bathroom, you made a quick dash to the bathroom by your bedroom and placed the positive pregnancy test in the pocket of your hoodie — well, technically Osamu’s. You return to the kitchen and serve up the specially made dinner. You made onigiri that hopefully conveyed the message that you’re pregnant. But now that Osamu is about to eat it, you’re seriously regretting that decision.

“Looks great, baby. Thank ya.” Osamu says as he sits down at the table.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking! You’re probably tired of onigiri, I mean you’re surrounded by it all day everyday!” You panic and try to take the plate of onigiri away from him, but he’s faster.

“Yer crazy. This onigiri is different. It’s special.” He smiles at you. Has he already figured out what I’m trying to tell him?

“Really?” You say with a teary smile.

“Of course. Ma wife made it fer me!” And with that he takes a bite of the bigger onigiri that you tried to make look like it had a pregnant belly by putting a pickled plum in the middle and covered the plum with rice.

“Here, I also made pork katsu. How about you eat that instead of the onigiri.” You say and begin to plate it for him.

“Nonsense, I’m gonna eat both, babe!” He says while chewing.

True to his words, he eats the onigiri and he’s made quite a dent in his pork katsu when you can’t bear to wait any longer.

“ ‘SAMU.” You say a little louder than intended.

“Is everything okay, babe?” He puts his chopsticks down, now giving you all his attention.

You stand up, grab his hand, and lead him to the the empty room. You know the one room.

“Wow, babe. Are ya about to treat me to ma favorite dessert?” He says teasingly.

“ … ‘Samu… you know the night you proposed to me and we looked at this room and we said we’d figure out a purpose for it?” You ask and he nods, and he gulps.

“Well, I think I know how we can use this room — well if I’m being completely honest, I think I’ve known since that night what I want to use this room for.”

“Tell me.”

You open the door to reveal the walls of the room have the paint swatches you picked up earlier today taped to the walls, both of you walk in, holding hands, “How would you feel about turning this room into a nursery?” You ask, tears threatening to overflow from your eyes. Before Osamu could ask any questions or make any remarks, you pull the pregnancy test from out of your pocket and hand it to him.

“Yer pregnant?” He asks, voice slightly cracking.

“I’m pregnant.” Happy tears now flow down your cheeks.

Osamu envelopes you in a tight hug, and you can hear him sniffle. He then places hands on each of your cheeks, you can feel the cool metal of Osamu’s wedding band against your flushed face, and kisses you. Salty due to both of your tears, but you swear this kiss is different than all of the other ones you’ve shared.

“Yer onigiri makes sense now.” Osamu says and you can’t help but to laugh.

“I’m sorry I made you eat it. I know it wasn’t as good as yours.”

“It was delicious, baby.”

“Mmm, thank you but you didn’t deny that yours are better.” You tease.

“Well it’s not like I make onigiri fer a livin’ or anything.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get better so I can teach our child — the heir to your onigiri kingdom.”

“Babe, did ya ever consider the possibility that we could have twins?”

“I was so excited about finding out and worried about how to tell you I didn’t even have time to think about that.”

“Well I couldn’t think of a better way to tell me. Thank ya fer making this something I’ll never forget.” Osamu smiles as he gives you another kiss.

“Mm, let’s go! I didn’t even let you finish dinner and I even made dessert.”

“Ooh, what did ya make for dessert?”

You blush as you tell him, “Cream puffs.”

He lets out a loud laugh, “I think I definitely would’ve gotten it then.”

You can’t help but to pout, “But what if I want ya as my dessert instead.” Osamu whispers in your ear.

You blush even harder, “ ‘Samu!”

“What, babe, c’mon. Why, do you think you’ll get pregnant ?” He smirks.

You and Osamu keep your pregnancy under wraps for a while. It was nice having this secret just between the two of you. Osamu definitely had a hard time coming up with reasons why you didn’t show up with him those days morning sickness became too much for you.

Oh, we’re expecting some packages today.

(Y/N) was a little clumsier than usual yesterday, she hurt her ankle.

(Y/N) is emotionally spent right now. She watched a sad movie last night and cried all night about it.

She wanted to deep clean the house today.

There were even a few days when Osamu called in himself and stayed with you. Days with Osamu were your favorite. If your morning sickness subsided sometimes you and Osamu would leave town for the day and see new places, but if morning sickness was too much, the two of you just spent it in bed while Osamu kept you in a steady supply of teas.

Soon enough it was time for your first ultrasound. The day you finally get to see the baby, or babies, inside of you. Osamu is so excited that he can’t help but to bounce his leg as you lay on the examination bed. You can only begin to imagine how excited he’ll be when you come back to figure out the gender(s).

When the technician came in and did the ultrasound, you and Osamu clutched your hands together as you waited to hear what the technician said.

Osamu became emotional once the technician said, “Congratulations, you’re having twins!” With that they finished up and went to print off the ultrasound pictures of your mini onigiris. While the technician was out of the room, Osamu just held you tight.

Before you knew it, your second trimester had begun and your bump was minimal. You and Osamu decide that it’s time to start telling people. Slowly but surely all of you make the big announcement to all of those who are close to you. Everyone is so excited for both of you. Atsumu is probably the one most excited out of everyone you told, you would think he was the one who was the father. But he was so excited to become an uncle.

Time went on and you started to show more. Your bump became a major talking point between you and your regular customers. The elderly ladies constantly asked to touch you bump.

Osamu has definitely grown more protective of you. Anytime the two of you are walking he is either holding you hand, or has an arm wrapped around your waist with his hand gently resting on your stomach — already such a protective father.

At your baby shower, you and your babies are spoiled. Your children are not even born yet and they already have more outfits than you and Osamu combined. A mountain of plushies and toys, a plethora of diapers that seem like that’ll last you a lifetime but you know it’s probably a month or two worth, and everything else your babies will definitely need in the beginning of their lives.

Your friends made sure you were taken care of, supplying you with massage gift certificates, bath bombs, and self care items.

Your pregnancy is flying by, because before you know it your motherly instincts are making you nest. You were nesting was bad that you decided not to go into the shop with Osamu.

“Call if ya need anything. And I mean anything, babe! I don’t care if it’s the smallest thing — ya dropped something, a craving, need something off a shelf, ya call me.”

“You got it, boss!” You tease.

“Need anything before I leave?”

“Can i get a hug from my husband please?” You give him your puppy eyes.

Osamu swears he feels his heart melt, not because of your adorable puppy eyes, but the fact that you called him your husband. Even after all these years he feels giddy when you call him husband. He of course grants your request. It was difficult to hug him considering you bump was in the way.

“I cant wait for them to come out so we can actually hug.” You groan.

“Awe, don’t tell me yer not a fan of our family hugs.”

You laugh, “That’s so cheesy babe.” You tease, but it was your turn to have your heart melted.

“I love ya.”

“I love you.”

He kisses you goodbye and you resume nesting. You were so focused on the task on hand that you don’t even register the small contractions your body has started.

Hours go by until you feel the first one that racks through your entire body. You brace yourself on a nearby object as you wait for it to pass. You don’t think much about it since you’ve had contractions like this before. It’s when they start happening more frequently when you decide to call Osamu. Just as you reach for your phone, you feel that balloon-popping-sensation you’ve been told so much about.

You were going to meet your babies soon.

“Hey, babe!” Osamu answers.

“Hi, baby. What are you doing?” You ask calmly.

“Right now I am just chopping some ingredients. Is everything okay?”

You ignore his question, “ ‘Samu. I want you to put down the knife.”

You hear the clink of the steel blade being sat down, “Babe?”

“ … ‘Samu, my water just broke.”

“Oh, shit.” Osamu feels his body go cold.

“ ‘Samuu…”

“Oh, shit. Okay, okay. Everything is fine. Where are ya?”

“I’m at home, ‘Samu. In the nursery.”

“Okay. Okay,” he looks around frantically, but he’s not even sure why, “Okay. Just stay there. I’m coming. I love ya.”

Osamu looks at his employees, throwing one of them the keys, “I have t’go. You know what t’do.” And with that Osamu bolts out of Onigiri Miya and speeds home.

He finds you bracing yourself against one of the cribs.

“I’m here, babe.” He says while placing a reassuring hand on your back.

“These contractions are no joke.” You sigh as it eases up.

“Have ya been standing here the entire time?”

You nod, “I wanted to go change so I was ready when you got here, but I was too scared to walk.”

“Okay, well how about we get ya changed and we head to the hospital, so we can meet our babies. That sound good?”

You nod again, tears brimming your eyes. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

——

The customers are engaged in conversation when they see a tiny figure place a plate of onigiri on their table.

“Enjoy yer ‘giri!” And the child runs away before the customers could say anything. The just watch as the child runs up to you.

“I did it mommy!”

“You did and you did such a great job, baby!” You grin and pick up your child.

“Now it’s my turn again daddy!” Says the child Osamu is holding.

“Maybe later, but right now this little onigiri needs to eat their lunch!” He says while tickling their tummy.

Most of the customers are enjoying their meal, but some of them can’t help but to look at the loving Miya family. There is a table with customers that have been coming since Onigiri Miya first opened. They feel emotional as they see how far you and Osamu have come since the grand opening all those years ago. They watched as you and Osamu dance around your feelings for each other, they saw when you finally got together, engaged, married, and now here they are watching the two of you with your children.

A/N: whew, this turned out waaayyy longer than I imagined 🥲 I’m definitely not upset about that, but I thought this was going to be like a paragraph or two… boy was I wrong. I definitely got carried away. I hope y’all liked this! I apologize that the ending is kinda abrupt, I just didn’t know how to end it 🫣

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[strawberriebunn]

a/b/o AU but public fucking is normal. Just imagine your fav getting tired of other alphas flirting with you, so next time y’all are out and one tries to spit game, your fav comes over and just rails the shit out of you in front of everyone there.

#I- #I need help #brain rot #brainrot #my brain short circuited #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader #bhna x reader #bhna smut #boku no hero smut #genshin impact smut

[honeybyte]

for the ask game! 8, 9, 29?

thank you !!

8. what's an old project you've lost interest in

this is a while back but i wanted to do a whole art book of just the red army from Ikemen Revolution, i was gonna name it RED HQ. i still have these wips from it!

9. What are your file name conventions

sometimes its the names of the charas involved, but i also have "babygirl", several renditions of"the boys", and a comic called "ccccccccccccc p1"

29. Media you love but doesnt inspire you artistically

animal crossing, Hades, and the way of the house husband are all things i love w my whole heart but by god i cannot draw anything for them

#ask #thank you!! #god the rot thatwas eating my brain when i started red hq #im sad i never finished these tbh

[imnotverybright]

in love with the way wolf 359 uses silence <3

#wolf 359 #do i have more coherent thoughts than this? no. #i just listened to ep 38 and noticed it after the big 'send a scan of ur brain to hq then rot :)' speech and was like 'woah' #someone else probably has more coherent thoughts on this than me

[hexesncherries]

a sakusa le mama la música de selena quintanilla.

#omiomi brain rot #⚡🍒—hex talks #sakusa kiyoomi #hq sakusa

[angelatsumu]

miya “smoke ‘em if ya got ‘em” atsumu has gotten written up on several occasions for speeding to calls, especially the structure fires.

iwaizumi “one pump chump” hajime has overcharged hose lines for rookies on several occasions because he thinks it’s funny to humble them.

bokuto “the hulk” koutaro has gotten snippy with PD on several technical rescue interstate entrapment scenes because they’ve tried to tell him how to do his job.

i love firemen <3

#mac mail <3 #firefighter!hq #hq blurbs #hq brain rot #haikyuu hcs #hq crack #hq concepts

[itsmiyamore]

I worked out for the first time in months and I finally reread Given like I had been wanting to

#i feel so accomplished #the given brain rot is real #only series i love nearky as much as hq #ok actually idk bc i havent really read or watched anything recently so i dont remmeber but the pure shot of happiness i get is insane #berry rambles 🍓

[hemlockskookiyama]

Sorry for the state I'll be returning back to once Kageyama Tobio is on my screen again

#1 fan #I can feel the Stan in me surfacing again #holding back on hq content because I know the brain rot will be heavyyy

[hanaonesflower]

Let me try this one out, fwb to lovers, let’s go.

CW: mentions of sex but very little explicit descriptions, cursing, me calling ‘Samu dumb, just my writing tbh.

Osamu x fem!reader [angst to fluff]

Okay have fun yll!! Dig in!

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Osamu is too busy to put a label on his own restaurant menu items, let alone a whole relationship.

He is an owner, a business owner at that. His day evolves around waking up at the crack dawn, throwing on layers upon layers of coats just to rough the cold he will have to endure between his apartment and the car. After arriving at the restaurant, the night crickets are still chirping. The birds have yet to make their appearances for the day. He goes through his day with arms deep in the rice cooker, molding and shaping uniformed onigiris, slight burns and sores grow on his arms but he has not had the time to care. Osamu goes through numerous of customers each day, making small talks that he oh so despises.

He stays since the sun comes up and long until after the moon has taken its place. Osamu sits in a dingy and humid room with nothing but a fan, a makeshift desk that houses his stationery and a speaker. He looks at the watch, 11:21pm, he now decides it is appropriate for any normal person to head home from their jobs. Only to do it all again the next day.

Only the next day is the one day of the week he closes, and he leaves the store with the huge sigh of relief. That means he doesn’t have to go home, to his house, but to another location that he is just so familiar with now. Your place.

I’m on my way

Okay!

You respond to his text within seconds of him sending it. He likes it, he likes that you’re always available for him. Friends with benefits is just the perfect arrangement for a busy, occupied man like him. He doesn’t have time to commit to anything, hell, he can barely commit to his job.

He is glad that your place is just around the corner of his restaurant, that is just how he came across meeting you in the first place. His favorite regular. The first to come in every visit, Osamu makes sure to prepare you the best onigiris of the day. He takes a little more time on them than the other ones. Sometimes he even finds that they are not good enough to be given to you, so he places them in the batch he is going to sell for the day, and starts to remake the ones he wants to give you.

Before heading over, he stops by a liquor store to purchase a case of beer and a pack of condoms. The cashier just smirks at him before handing him the receipt. He practically is running towards your place, which he finds odd that he is that excited to see you, but Osamu is just as good as considering that as him being horny.

He knocks 3 times and the third knock is incomplete. You throw the door open with your arms open in front of him. You’re just loving like that, it’s not like you have feelings for him, or anything.

He leans in, brushing his lips against yours and hums into the kiss before mentioning his pack of beer. You two drink on the coffee table before commencing what you usually do when you see each other. You fuck.

Osamu is really good at taking care of you after the fact. He takes a warm towel and wipes your body down of cold sweat, takes a makeup wipe and cleans away any excess mascara that didn’t come off when you first washed, which is dripping down your face. He picks up any trash around the room and the house, before bringing you a cup of water and some candy. He leaves you with forehead kisses. Damn, that’s the real kick in the gut.

Osamu snuggles with you before you both drift off to sleep. Osamu is so stupid, he is so occupied with work and his ego to realize that he isn’t just thinking with his dick. The next morning he makes you breakfast and coffee just the way you like it, takes walks to the beach with you before enjoying a cup of ice cream sundae together. Osamu accompanies you the groceries store for your weekly fridge restock, he pays for it, too. No one is going to blame you for catching feelings. He is doing the most for just being a fuck buddy.

Things had gone on for about a year, and it continues for the next few months before the agony is eating away at you. You never once bothered to sit Osamu down and discussed your feelings, simply because you don’t want to admit it. Plus, he is very adamant about your relationship being strictly physical and there is and will not be anything else to it. You realized it will be better for the both of you, well, mainly for you, to relinquish ties with him. Any connection with him will just worsen in the long run. You think it’s best to break it off, at least until you completely are over him.

“Osamu, let’s talk, yeah?”

“Sure…” he seems confused, especially when you said that, he is inside of you.

He pulls out of you. You sit upright, covering yourself with a blanket and with him sitting beside you. His hand is languidly caressing your thigh, Osamu patiently waits for you to speak. You can’t imagine what his reaction can be. Will he be angry? Sad? Upset? At the fact that you stripped him of his only out for release. Relief? You are preparing yourself for anything. He can always find another person to fuck, but you can’t fix your sanity with him around.

“Osamu, I think we should stop seeing each other.” You begin, it’s much harder now that you’re actually doing it. What is said cannot be taken back.

Osamu says nothing. He is still processing what you said. His face showcases a rollercoaster of emotions. You are also on edge, witnessing the ever changing faces he’s making.

You continue, “I think we should stop seeing other, because… because I caught feelings. I think it’s best for us to cut ties.” He still remains quiet. You figure it’s best to just dish it all out in one go, then you can kick him out.

“I’m going to finish saying my peace, and you then you can go. I caught feelings for you Osamu, and I know it’s the last thing we both wanted, but it happened. All we can do now is fix it. I’m not exactly sure how you feel about this, whatever the fuck this is, but I’m going to assume that you are nonchalant. This is my solution and usually this is the only solution in this situation. I’m really sorry. I cant keep doing this, I’m not willing to sacrifice my sanity for you.” You said that all in one breath. You admire that you still have any left from the way he was rutting into you earlier.

You stay still, as if waiting for a storm to come on and pass through. Osamu stops holding your thigh and retracts his hand to his own body, you take that as a sign. This is it. This is where it ends.

“I’m done,” you end.

“Well, I’m not, Y/n.” The only times where Osamu calls you by your given name is when he greets you. During sex, he prefers to call you by the pet names he gave you. So hearing your name rolling off his tongue any time other than a greeting is coming off as strange.

“This might make me sound like a coward, screw it, I am a fucking coward. I am a coward for not allowing myself to admit it to ya sooner. That I’m so fucking in love with you. Every time I see ya, I find myself being excited like a damn kid beforehand. The sight of ya, yer voice, the way ya just look so good standing next to me, then I realize I don’t want ya next to anyone else but me.” His confession sounds like a love letter more than anything. You, however, apprehended from his words, hesitant to fall into the arms that are holding out for you.

“Y/n, please, allow me, this goddamn coward in front of ya, to love ya. Truly, honestly. I want to love ya, so bad it hurts me.” Sincerity is plastered on his face that it’s unmistakable. Osamu means it, every word.

Only then you fall into his strong arms. The ones that had held you a thousand times before, for it to feel so foreign now that they belong to someone who really loves you. The way your head falls on to his chest and just finds its home there. Your name takes on a whole new definition for him, and he holds it near his heart. Clutching it so tight like precious jewels. You breath him in.

“Love me, Osamu.”

And he does.

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For you, my faves 🙈: @toshji @kagejima @rans-baby @emmyrosee

#i think I broke my own writing record #i need to wake up in like 4 hours… #fuck it Osamu brain rot is more important #love me a little bit of out of character osamu #hq drabbles #haikyu smut #haikyu fluff #miya osamu headcanons #Osamu drabbles #Osamu x you #Osamu x reader #Osamu x y/n #osamu smut #Osamu fluff #just Osamu #Osamu imagines

[goteique]

 ❝ ATLEAST WE SEE THE SAME MOON ❞ + ( sakusa kiyoomi, hinata shoyo, atsumu miya, bokuto koutaro,meian shūgo ) 

cw. | headcanon/scenarios about how they act while being away from you vs how they act when they actually get to see you; gn-reader, boyfriend headcanons, first-time long-distance relationships, fluff, brief mentions of smut, established relationship. || redirect to blog navigation.

notes. | recently rewatched hq so here's something to get rid of my nostalgic brain rot.

☆ SAKUSA KIYOOMI

Sakusa Kiyoomi is a man of less talk and more work most of the time. He is the kind to miss you day and night without diluting his efficiency in the game. Even texting seems hard for him a phone call seems a little too demanding. He will call you when he is at the far end of a high cliff yet not tell you how much he misses you, your voice, your touch around the house. . . everything in general. But after calling for onetime it starts to become frequent and his talk is full of: "Did you miss me?", " Do you even miss me?", " you rarely call me"; even though he is the one who has told you not to call when you feel like it yet he is the one to call you to say that he misses you a lot and most of the time it is out of context. Maybe you are talking about your day, or some local news but when you finish he just spurts "I miss you". There are two seconds of silence then he says again, "I miss you a lot." But when he is finally home, with you on the same bed and inside you, he would still say, "Did you miss me?" and then places open mouth kisses all over your body saying, " because I sure missed you a lot."

★HINATA SHOYO 

 Hinata is used to being away from his favorite people but he is not used to being away from you. His texts are frequent and regularly calls you to check on you but when he misses you he never tells instead he visits famous tourist spots and video calls you, shows you those famous tourist spots through video call and says, "i wish we could see this together," and then goes on autopilot mode of talking. You ask him to repeat what he just said and he does repeat except what you want to hear. It is a pulling-pushing game and the end results are embarrassment, laughter, and confession. He never gives a room to complain but time and place keep you apart from him. He often sends you parcels containing matching pieces of jewellery and outfits. And after such deliveries, he visits you and brings souvenier for everyone, even for you but says, "Don't worry this is not the only thing i came for to give you." So, when everyone is sleeping in the house and you two are awake and barely clad. He says, "I've more souvenirs for you," as he admires the bite marks over your body while hooking his arms around your thighs, getting ready for the next step.

 ✮ ATSUMU MIYA

Atsumu's way of telling you that he misses you is not very stealthy but if you tease too much, his verbal expression comes to a halt since he will build a cocoon around him. Sure, he wears his heart of his sleeve, sometimes on his face but he is never the one to be good with teasing especially coming from his beloved. So, he regularly sends you gifts with an endearing note and when he finally comes home unannounced, he is found in the bedroom with a box full of all those notes he send you, crying. He is crying for two reasons. one: his surprise did not go as he planned. two: he is missing you right now more than ever. When you finally come home, both of you get surprised at first and then he goes back to his whining self about how he wanted to surprise you, talking about his matches and food. Talking about food is a must because he will never admit how good Ongiri MIya is and as he keeps talking he follows you everywhere you go, every corner of the house, and gives you the puppiest face he can manage if you do not let him inside the shower with you. But you actually do, because the owner did miss this puppy.

★ BOKUTO KOUTARO 

 Bokuto makes time for you every day. He is the kind who tells you each and every detail of his each day before going to bed when he misses you. He tells you that he is coming over next weekend to see you and gets pouty when you are not surprised. It is not a wonder to you that it totally slipped his mind that he actually did mention that he is coming to see you but when you mention that you have specifically taken a day off since he was coming he is instantly is in his high spirits. Because he gets to spend time with you, He gets to spend each and every moment with you,he gets to go out with you, he gets to binge-watch shows with you. There are so many things he get to do wuth you just because he told you that he is coming to see you beforehand. isn't that great? Well, of course it is. As much as he is excited to do all these things, he ends up doing nothing instead spending the whole day in bed with you: talking and listening, talking and touching, touching and kissing, kissing and fucking and then fucking and talking again. If you say that you have to cook he says, "can't we order a take out today?" just so he could cuddle you just fiften minutes more.

 ☆MEIAN SHŪGO

 Meian has a reserved time for you, during weekends unless a match comes up. Everyone knows that even team-mates, parents and coach. He asks you to keep the video call on and do whatever you are doing. It is a nice feeling, almost having him like he is with you, around you even if it is through those rectangular screens. But late at night, he gets a little too sneaky and demanding asking what you are wearing? or says that there's something on your shoulder even if there is not. He takes the longest detour to tell you that he misses you. But all of that just sublimes when you say that you are going to shower. He keeps quiet for a moment and ends uo saying the most common reaction,"without me?" There are times when the answer is yes with a huge nod from your end but there are also times, when you say, "No. You can watch." But Meian does not survive your whole shower time. He even ends the video call just before you are fully naked yet deep down in his heart he believes he can improve with time.

#sakusa x reader #sakusa smut #hinata smut #hinata x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #meian x reader #hq smut #msby smut #hq x gender neutral reader #hq x reader #hq x you #hq x y/n #hq x gn!reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu headcanons #smut hcs #smut headcanons #sakusa x you #atsumu x you #hinata x you #bokuto x you

[worm---wizard]

i love L's death dont get me wrong, but god would it have been amazing if light killed him with his own hands the ways he says that one time. just imagine it.

you are L, you know light yagami is kira, you dont know how(or maybe you do, its not important to the scenario) he does it but somehow he induces heart attacks in his victims, seemingly by just wishing it upon them. you know that it is only a matter of time until he learns your name, or maybe he already knows it and is drawing out the game longer just to mess with you. you know your death will be a heart attack, not the most peaceful way to go, but better than others.

but then, he lunges at you, you are on the cold ground of the task force hq. his hands wrap around your throat and squeeze. there is a violence in his eyes that you have always known was there, even though you never saw it. he hid it well, after all, light yagami is exceptionally well at wearing a person suit. so well it seems, that you yourself were fooled. you knew what he was underneath but you didn't think he'd ever show it. you claw at the hands that refused to bloody themselves, but what god's hands aren't bloody.

anyways,,, i have death note brain rot(always), i just think it would be very good thematically, cuz light distances himself from the killings by using the death note instead of his own hands, so him actually using his hands to kill his enemy would have been really fun(and hot)(who said that), and i feel like it adds some fun dynamic to his and L's relationship. especially near the end of L's life where he clearly is expecting to die so he would be expecting a heart attack just like the rest of kira's victims, but instead he gets to witness the malice hes always seen inside this teen boy?? i just think itd be neat

#death note #l lawliet #light yagami #i cant tell if this is good or cohesive #brain dont work #but i have it in me to post it so #woe death note upon ye #if i have it in me i might make some fan art later #who knows

[addicted-to-dc]

Hobie Brown/Spider-Man X FemmeFatale!Reader - Red Lipstick

I had to take a break from the Miguel brain rot and shift to the Hobie brain rot. This idea has been stuck in my head for days, so here it is!

Contents: Fluff, teasing, flirting, kissing, Hobie being handsy. Nothing too much. Just that I had too much fun writing this. 1k wordcount

Hobie’s seen you here before, and every time you saunter through HQ he can’t keep his eyes off of you. You practically look like you walked off of a pinup poster, the snug black dress hugging you in the right places with the fur and heels nearly making him walk right into a wall. Nearly.

He knows you’re from that Noir universe, you and your Spider-Man fighting against crime and fascists… It’s like you were made for him. Don’t even get him started when he sees you all dolled up in your suit. It’s driving him mad just not to speak with you. It made sense to not try, especially with how close you were to your Spider-Man.

One day after a very successful mission, he returns with one thing on his mind: talking to you. As soon as he steps through the portal and sees you, he takes it as a sign to approach. Your laughter only urges him forward.

“Please, Parker, you know I’m classier than that.”

Your smile curls upward, a playful look lighting your eye as you notice him. Hobie takes his mask off, giving you a curt nod as he stops in front of you. You look at Parker, your smile growing even more. “Consider it done, lay the file on my desk. I’ll go over it when I get back.”

“You’re a doll, (Y/N).”

You shoo Parker off with a smile, returning your attention to him, “Hobie, is it?”

The tension immediately melts from his shoulders as soon as you say his name. You invade his senses, your sweet perfume scrambling his brains for a few seconds. “Yeah, I wanted to introduce myself. You take my breath away every time I see you, Love.”

“You certainly don’t hold back the charm, do you, angel face?” you ask, taking an experimental step forward before leaning close. “Is that a gift for me?”

Hobie smiles and presents it to you with a bow. You gracefully pluck the box out of his hand. Your eyes curiously watch him as you open the box. Looking down, you see a lipstick case. Picking it up, you take the top off and twist, revealing blood-red lipstick. Without even looking at him you open a mirror he swears you produce from thin air.

As soon as you swipe the smallest amount of color on your lips he smiles, “I knew red would look amazing on you. Fascists hate it, y’know?”

You flash him a dangerous smile as you finish applying the lipstick. He’s sure he’s grinning like an idiot, but it’s worth it. Reputation be damned, you’re something special. You place the mirror and lipstick into a small handbag. It clicks shut gently.

“It’s a lovely gift,” you say, moving closer to him to peck his cheek. You pull back, admiring your handy work. “It looks just as good on you.”

“Maybe I can borrow it sometime, get back to my modeling roots,” he quips. His heart nearly stops at the sound of your laughter. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

Before he can react you give him another kiss, your lips sealing over his for a few moments before you pull away slightly. “I’ll be waiting, Darling.”

You stroll away into a colorless portal, turning around to blow him a kiss. He catches it and holds it close to his lips. You shake your head at his antics and disappear with the click of your heels.

“You’re so whipped.”

Gwen lands next to him, chuckling at his grin. Hobie shrugs, messing with his watch to get a portal back home. “Yeah, what about it? That woman’s fucking stunning.”

He couldn’t wait to see you again. Even though the red was an immense hit, he used his five-finger discount to get another gift for you. Finding another color that would compliment you wasn’t hard, he knew that everything would look good. As soon as he saw the metallic red one he had to snag it. He excitedly opens a portal to your universe. He steps through, immediately taking in the view of the dramatic lighting and architecture. 

“I didn’t think you’d show, angel face.”

He smiles and turns around, finally seeing you. You’re in your trench coat, but a more casual look compared to your usual suit. The red lipstick is on your lips, your smile looking more devilish than ever. 

“Got a bit distracted,” he says, holding another gift to you, “but I think it’s worth it.”

You close the distance, leaning in close as you gently unwrap the gift. It’s another tube of lipstick. You take it and place it into a pocket. 

“You not gonna try that one out for me?” Hobie asks, grinning widely when you pull him closer with his belt loops. 

“Help me take off this lipstick, Sugar, and I will.”

Hobie nearly groans at your request, leaning to capture your lips with his. He feels the pigment coat his lips after each passing kiss, driving him even more insane than you usually do. You bite onto his lip piercing and pull back, smiling when he grabs your hips and yanks you close. 

Your eyes feel heavy as his hands wander, sliding down to your ass to knead it. You bite your lip to silence yourself. He doesn’t like that one bit. Sliding his hands down even lower, Hobie grasps your thighs and lifts you onto him. Your dress hikes up just enough to wrap your legs around him. His lips migrate to your neck, spreading the red lipstick all over your neck and chest. One of your heels slips off your foot and falls to the ground, your composure gone as you dig your nails into his scalp and pull.

He reluctantly releases your neck, eyeing up the red spread all across your skin. You’re breathing wildly, trying to slow your breathing when he tries to go on for more. You hold him back, laughing breathlessly. 

“Your place or mine, Sugar?”

#Hobie brown x reader #spider-man x reader #spider-punk x reader