#miya osamu imagine

[emmyrosee]

“Do I have a cute butt?”

“Excuse me?” Osamu asks at your question, popping an eye open as he chuckles. You giggle at your matched silliness, gently patting his chest.

“You know.... like, is my butt cute?” You ask again, traveling your eyes to look. Your leg is hooked over his waist, his large hand running along your thigh sweetly.

Osamu sighs sleepily, “is this one of those scenarios where if I answer, you’ll hit me?”

You giggle at him, “depends on your answer.”

“Then I think you have, single handedly, the cutest butt in the world, sweet love.” His large hand travels down and gives your ass a gentle pat, almost like you were a baby.

Well, you are his baby, as he always assures.

Your heart flutters wildly at his words, they always have an effect on you, and you can’t help but nuzzle into his chest further to hide your face.

“Awww,” he teases. “Did I make my angel girl all shy?”

“Shut up,” you mutter, shoving him lightly. He chuckles lowly before shoving his hand under your hip and pushing you up, guiding you to straddle his waist. He gently caresses your sides and thighs, dopey, loving smile on his pink lips.

“I think every part of you is the cutest, my love,” Osamu whispers, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah?” You challenge. “Like what?” He raises his own brows, “everything.” He gently takes your hand in his, “I love these small, sexy hands of yours.” He plants a kiss to each of your fingers before closing them, placing a final kiss to your knuckles. You bite your lip, brushing the fallen locks of hair out of his eyes.

“They’re not small,” you protest. “Yours are just massive.”

“Either way,” he continues. “I love these hips, and these legs that everyone stares at when you wear shorts,” he gently digs his fingers in your thighs slightly, leaving lightened prints before transforming back to your original skin tone.

You avert his gaze, “they stare because my hips come up to your thighs. Tall freak.”

“They stare because you’re hot,” he says, putting extra emphasis on the ‘T’ and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “They stare because somehow, your stunning ass got stuck with me."

“I love being stuck with you!"

“I love it too,” he assures, smiling as you laugh. “That’s another thing,” he says. “That sweet laugh of yours.”

“Oh, you mean the dolphin mating call?” You scoff, crossing your arms.

Osamu shakes his head, “no, you brat. I’m talking about your laugh. Your sweet giggles. Your scoffs. The way it goes silent when you laugh really hard. It the fucking best.”

“No it’s not,” you groan. “You’re the only person on planet earth who could find a walrus being assaulted with a crowbar cute.”

“There’s nothing wrong with finding your little giggles endearing.”

“Yeah, right.”

“But you know what I love most about you?” He asks, cupping your ass and hips in his massive hands.

You quirk your brow, “what’s that, oh Prince Charming of mine.”

“My absolute biggest weakness about you, dollface, is...” he squeezed harder. “Messing with you.”

You can barely process what he said before he bucks his hips up against you, bouncing you up and down. You scream out in laughter, planting your hands to his chest. His own laughter mixes with yours, his thighs continuing to bounce you like you’re a rider on a horse.

“Okay, okay!” You manage between giggles. “I get it!”

“Don’t,” bounce “think,” bounce “you,” bounce “do.” He grins as he stops bouncing, sitting up to wrap his arms around you, pulling you flush to his chest as you both flop back down.

“You’re so bad,” you giggle, running your hands over his chest. Osamu chuckles, planting a kiss to your head.

“What can I say,” he sighs dreamily. “I'm a man of poetic genius.”

"If that's what you want to call it."

Immediately, hands dart under your arms to tickle you viciously, smirking as you shriek and clamp your hands to your sides and laughter pours out of your lips.

It truly was his favorite sound.

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[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 31

breeding kink - miya osamu x reader

word count: 1512

A/N: so this is it! thank you so much for everyone who stuck around for this kinktober event. 31 fics in 31 days, its the biggest project i have ever done. thank u for all the love and support ❤️

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What is stopping you?

Your mind repeated the question in your head every day, and it felt like your brain was yelling at you in frustration and confusion, wanting to know why exactly you were tongue tied in this situation. It made no sense to wait anymore. The time was ideal.

Truly, there couldn't be a better time to bring it up. You were happy with your job, Osamu’s business was flourishing; he had just opened another Onigiri Miya in Tokyo. He had a good staff now, an organized system on how to manage it all. He didn’t have to be the only person worrying for the business anymore, since he had hired experienced managers. It allowed him enough breathing room to come home early, cook a nice, hearty dinner for you both that you enjoyed while sprawled on the couch in front of the TV. Money wasn’t a worry anymore.

So really, what was stopping you from bringing up the topic of kids?

You seemed to have become lost in the same thoughts again because you only came to when Osamu nudged you, making you blink and tear your eyes away from the TV screen. He was looking at you questioningly, and you could see a hint of worry behind his dark eyes.

“What’s on yer mind, doll?”

You shook your head and smiled, shrugging a bit. “It’s no big deal ‘Samu. Just a project at work.”

He hummed a little, shoving more noodles into his mouth and sparing you little glances as he did so. You knew he didn’t believe you. Your husband knew you too well to fall for such an obvious lie. But you couldn’t, for the life of you, figure out how to broach the topic that was itching in the back of your mind for the last few days.

What do I even say? Put a baby in me?

You swallowed down the little knot that formed in your throat at the thought. Fuck. Was this turning you on? You grit your teeth tight enough that it hurt your jaw, scolding the little voice in your head to not do anything stupid.

When has your brain and lack of filter ever listened to you, though?

The next night, when Osamu had you sprawled on his lap, your back against his front, two fingers buried knuckles deep inside you and having pulled an orgasm out of you already, you babbled out the thought that had been plaguing you for many, many days.

“‘Sa- Samu,” you whined, long and desperate, dragging out his name. “Need your cock. Need your cum. Please.”

Osamu groaned in reply, pulling out his drenched fingers from your core and laying you on the bed. You pulled your legs up on instinct, spreading them wide, knees brought up to your sides. Osamu’s responding moan was sinful.

“S-shit, baby,” he breathed, clumsy hands quickly discarding his shirt and sweatpants. “Ya want it that bad? So ready to take me?”

You nodded your head frantically, back arching when he finally sunk his big, throbbing cock into you. The slide was comfortable and easy, considering how long you had spent spread apart on his fingers. Osamu wasted no time in immediately picking up speed, knowing exactly what spots to hit that had you reduced to a weepy mess.

You fumbled around until you had grabbed Osamu’s hands, hooking both of them under your knees and applying pressure. Osamu stared at you in realization before he shifted a bit and used his weight to hold your legs apart. You wanted him to put you in a mating press.

“This what ya want, sweetheart?” His voice was so hoarse you felt like you could cum just at the sound of it. “Fuck, ya look so sexy. All spread out fer me.”

Osamu was big on dirty talk, you knew. He loved speaking during sex and he loved when you spoke during sex. Over the years, you two had tried any and every thing in the bedroom that you possibly could, and you had lost all shame when it came to voicing your desires. The filthier, the better actually. Osamu could easily cum if you talked him through it.

Pair that with your days-old ruminating thoughts, and everything spilled out of you like word vomit.

“‘Samu,” you gasped. “Fuck me hard and deep, please. Please. Need to- need to be filled up with your cum, daddy. Need it.”

Osamu’s thrusts sped up and he cursed under his breath. “You’ll get it, babygirl. You’ll get daddy’s cum. Every last drop.”

You nodded frantically, crying out at a particularly well aimed thrust. “Yes! I- Osamu!” You wailed when his thumb made contact with your clit. Your nails dug into his back as you scrambled to pull him close. “Gimme. ‘Samu, gimme.”

Osamu was moaning into the skin of your neck, your legs over his shoulders and your body bent in half. “What’s gotten into ya today, baby? So greedy.”

You wound a hand through his hair, feeling the knot in your stomach pull tighter and tighter. You were seconds away from an orgasm. You pulled his head up by the hair until he was looking into your eyes. Your tears-coated, weepy eyes.

“Get me pregnant, Osamu. I want your kids.”

You didn’t have the time or the mental coherence to look at his reaction, because your orgasm washed over you like a freight train. Osamu’s movements stuttered, as a result of your words or you reaching your peak, you didn’t know. All you could do was feel the waves of electricity wash over you as you tried to breathe through the overwhelming feeling.

It was only when Osamu slowed to a stop in you, still twitching and throbbing, that you opened your wet eyes. He was looking down at you with mouth slightly open in shock, breathing still labored from his previous exertion. His dark hair was messy, stuck to the sweat on his forehead. All was silent between you.

“Are you serious?” He breathed, trying to see through your post-orgasm face. You nodded slowly.

“Thought about it a lot.” You admitted, tightening your legs around his waist a bit. “I’m ready if you are.”

A few more seconds, before Osamu bit his bottom lip and groaned, eyes falling to half mast again. He breathed deep, shaking his head. The corner of his mouth twitched up a bit.

“Do ya know how long I’ve waited fer this?” His voice was husky. He pulled himself up and unwound your legs from his waist. Then he bent you in half again, before setting a fast, bruising, brutal pace.

You gasped and threw your head back at the sudden change, pussy still sensitive from your orgasm, jaw going slack. His cock pounded into you with all the ferocity he could summon, one of the roughest sessions you two had had for a while, burning through you like embers crawling under your skin.

“Thought ‘bout it so much.” He continued choking out words, not slowing in the slightest. “The thought of ya all fat an’ swollen with ma kids. Fuck. Yer gonna look radiant.”

You moaned with him, picturing your pregnant belly, glowing face. Picturing a little human that you will birth. A human that Osamu could potentially put in you now.

“Daddy,” you whined. “Need…. I need- please.”

“Need what, baby?” Osamu had a little smirk on his face. His skin was flushed and damp, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of his face. His eyes were so dark you couldn’t make out his pupils. He looked feral.

“Need my load in ya? That it? Need ta take every last drop, yeah? Can’t risk wastin’ it.”

His hand came up, winding into your hair and tugging hard until you yelped.

“Take it, doll. Take it-”

His voice broke into a long moan as his hips stuttered and you felt warmth flood your insides, his bulging biceps trembling as he tried to hold his weight up through his orgasm. He was loud through it, coaxing you with rough words and even rougher fingers pinching your clit until you came one last time with a heaving cry, eyes rolling up into your head.

You had barely caught your breath when Osamu reached up to grip your face tightly with one hand, your cheeks squishing together. You stared at him with zoned out, misty eyes.

“Don’t ya dare waste a single drop.” He whispered so close that his lips brushed your puckered ones. “Keep it inside yer pussy like a grateful slut, ya hear me?”

You moaned in response, nodding weakly against his grip. He pulled out then and you clenched tightly, but you could feel it as a little bit trailed down your crack. Osamu hummed in disappointment, holding your legs open and watching as his cum leaked out.

“Poor baby. Couldn’t do it, could ya?” You felt him lean forward and brush a surprisingly soft kiss below your ear.

“I guess I’ll just have ta keep goin’ until I know yer pregnant fer sure.”

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[miya-rin]

"i can't believe you got in a fight.”

“he hit me first, you just expect me to stand there and take that?"

a small chuckle leaves his mouth at your choice of words, standing between you parted legs osamu has been patching you up after a ‘small mishap’ with one of your classmates.

"obviously not, its just…" his voice trails off as he rummages around in the first aid kit until he finds an alcohol wipe, gently tearing it open before swiping it across your cheek, you wince in discomfort and he gives you an apologetic look. "sorry — its just, you're not really the type to hit someone, like i know you can defend yourself but cmon, you knocked him out."

"deserved."

"you really are something else." he laughs as he starts to dig around to find something else to slather over your face.

"thankyou."

"not a compliment."

“i'm gonna take it as one."

"i knew you would."

"yeah yeah whatever, you would have done the same.”

“oh yeah totally.” he picks up a tube of antibacterial cream and gently starts to apply it to the cut on your cheek, making sure to be extra careful as to not put too much.

“thankyou by the way.” he tilts his head up to look you in the eye for a split second before focusing back on the cream in his hand.

"hm?"

"for cleaning me up and that, thankyou."

"yeah well you probably wouldn't have, the blood would just be dried up all over your hands and face.”

"oh shut up," you let out a light laugh and by god you sound amazing "i'm not that bad."

"sure, whatever you say.”

the room elopes in silence — comfortable silence, the kind where you're not too worried if someone speaks or not, and yet you do.

"say, how long have you been dying your hair?"

"oh, i'm not sure, wh-" his words are cut short as he feels your hands snake up his undercut and into the dyed strands atop his head. shit he thinks, he so badly wants to look up at you, but he knows that if he does he won't be able to look away.

"it's really soft, what conditioner do you use? it must be good for it to not be completely dead."

"yeah." he stutters slightly, but just enough that you might not have been able to hear it. god he hopes you didn't hear it.

he still doesn't answer your question, staying quiet for a good minute or so before you decide to take action. gently tugging at his hair, an indication for him to look at you, he puts down whatever he was fiddling with and his eyes meet yours. they're a lot wider than normal, he almost looks scared, but from the dusting of pink spread across his cheeks you can tell it's something different. hes nervous.

“osamu, did you hear me?” the way you’re lightly scratching at his scalp turns him to putty in your hands. “i asked you a question.”

“uhm..i started dying it when i was like 13? so about 5 years now. and whatever conditioner my ma brings home.” you hum in approval as you continue to mess around with his hair.

“you know…i should probably finish bandaging you up.” he makes a start at grabbing some plasters to put over your bruised and bloody knuckles, avoiding eye contact even harder than before.

“wow, you wanna get rid of me that quickly? youre cold osamu.”

thats gets him to look at you.

“i never said that.”

“dont act dumb now, i heard you loud and clear.”

“youre putting words in my mouth.”

“oh so you’re accusing me now? this isnt the osamu i know and love.” as soon as that last word falls from your lips osamu burns a crimson red from his face to his neck and probably lower, choking on his spit and trying to catch his breath. if only you had your phone on you.

“you what?” he can finally speak by the looks of it.

“i love you. dont act like you didnt know.”

“yn, tell me youre joking.”

“are you rejecting me right now? thats a mean way to do it dont you think?”

“are you kidding me? ive had a crush on you since we were 15.”

“i know, why dont you do something about it?” you say with a sly smirk. he still looks on edge at the whole interaction, but theres no time like the present.

he lifts up his large and calloused hands to grab both sides of your face before bringing you into a sweet but passionate kiss, it doesnt last long as you are both conscious of the fact that anyone could walk into the schools medical room, but it is just enough to leave you both satisfied after years of pining. pulling away you are met with that boyish smile you fell in love with all those years ago.

“now that i think about it, im kinda glad you got into that fight…”

“so am i.”

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[moonbeamwritings]

of muffins and slip-ups

wc: 1.7k

pairing: osamu miya x gn!reader

warnings: none (osamu’s hypnotizing tiddies)

Standing on tiptoe, you reach up into your cabinet and feel around for the vial of vanilla extract you know you have somewhere, and when you finally find it, you pluck it from the shelf to inspect it. You peer between the recipe on your phone and the bottle, brows furrowing. You don’t have nearly enough. You really should’ve checked your cabinets before embarking on a late-night baking session. 

As you frustratedly stare at the half-finished batter on your counter, you weigh your options. You could make a quick run to the store, you reason. It’s not that far of a walk. But when your gaze flickers to the digital clock on the microwave — 8:45 PM — you realize you’d never make it in time, and you refuse to be the person that shows up to a store five minutes before it closes.

And you’ve already made it this far — the bowl is out, the measuring cups are dirty, the muffin tin is meticulously paper-lined. You sigh. It’d be a waste to throw everything out now, and you aren’t keen on leaving it in the fridge overnight. Left with no other options, you decide there’s only one thing left to do — ask a neighbor.

You’re new to the building, and not quite friends with anyone yet, so the thought of going door to door to beg for some vanilla isn’t exactly what you planned on doing with your Wednesday night, but hey, nobody’s perfect. You consider asking the girl next door, the one who’d invited you over on your first weekend in the building. She was nice enough, but before you slip your feet into a pair of slippers, you remember that she stays with her boyfriend during the week.

You could ask that guy down the hall, but he’d ogled at you on the elevator last weekend, and the thought of knocking on his door and subjecting yourself to more of his looks made a hint of nausea settle in your stomach.

You stand, idle in front of your door, slippers and pajamas on and groan. The guy across the hall — Miya Osamu. You’ve bumped into him virtually everywhere since you moved in. The mail room, the laundry room, in the lobby and the hallway. And every time he’d fix you with this handsome, toothy grin, making casual small talk when he could. You’ve even seen him help the elderly woman downstairs with her groceries. He seems disarmingly perfect, so surely he wouldn’t slam the door in your face at your request. At least, you hope not.

Steeling your nerves, you venture across the hall to rap a timid knock knock knock against his door. And as you wait in the hallway, realization settles in that you’re about to talk to your hot neighbor in your rubber ducky pajama pants. Great, just great.

When the door finally swings open, you wonder if maybe abandoning your little baking adventure had been the better idea. You come face-to-face with the broad expanse of his chest, a black t-shirt pulled across his muscles as if to accentuate the borderline voluptuous curves of his pecs. You can’t look away. You knew he was, well, beefy, but being this close makes your heart flutter nervously in your chest.

“Hey there, neighbor. What can I do for ya?”

Your mind flashes with a million absolutely vile and otherwise embarrassing ways you could answer that question before you drag your eyes up to meet his, face burning. His friendly grin makes you want to shy away, but you can’t risk another glance at his chest. 

“I, uh-” You clear your throat. “I was wondering if you had any vanilla extract I could borrow? I got a little ahead of myself and started baking before I checked if I had what I needed.”

“Oh, sure thing. C’mon in.”

He leads you into his kitchen, and as he turns away you’re grateful for the moment of respite you find now that he’s turned those things away from you, though the peace of mind doesn’t last long. You scan along his broad shoulders and your gaze starts to creep further down, only to be interrupted by the sound of his voice.

Rifling through his spice cabinet, he asks, “Soo, whatcha makin’ at this time of night?”

“I found a recipe for these lemon pound cake muffins. Figured I’d give them a try.”

“Sounds yummy!” A few jars and containers clink together as he searches. “I’ve never been much of a baker myself.”

“I use it to de-stress a lot. It’s not so bad once you get the hang of it.”

“Oh yeah?” You watch as the muscles in his back stretch to reach something on the top shelf. “You’ll have to teach me sometime.”

Before you get the chance to respond, he’s turning to you and beaming, a little bottle of vanilla extract pinched between his pointer finger and thumb. “Ahh, got it.”

Osamu’s close, much closer than he has to be, as he hands you the bottle, fingers brushing against yours as he places it into your palm. “Well, hopefully that’s enough for ya.” His tone is easy, teasing. Yup, you think as you will yourself to focus on his face. More than enough.

“Thanks so much.”

“Not a problem. That’s what neighbors are for.”

You follow the same path out of his apartment, grateful that you hadn’t said anything too humiliating, and when you reach your door, hand lingering on the doorknob, you turn around. You find Osamu leaning against his doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest. The pose presses the muscles of his chest together and puts the full meat of his biceps on display, bulging from the sleeves of his shirt. When he catches your gaze, he flashes you a knowing, almost smug smile.

Your mouth goes dry as you look over at him, words lodged in your throat. “Boobs,” Your eyes widen, jaw dropping in shock as you realize what you’ve just said to your neighbor. The neighbor who lives across the hall and who you see almost daily. “I- Oh god.” 

You’ve just basically objectified the man, unholy thoughts laid bare for him to see. He must think you’re a creep, no better than that guy down the hall. If only God could strike you down, here and now, your life would be made that much easier.

Risking a glance up at his face, you find that he’s already looking at you, mouth curved into a deep smirk. You gulp, covering your own mouth as if to stop anything else from springing out unfiltered. Are you sweating? It feels like you’re sweating. “I mean- bye. Bye. I’ll see you later.”

A chuckle, deep and warm, rumbles from somewhere in his chest, and if you thought he wasn’t perfect before, he is now. “Now that’s somethin’ I haven’t heard before.”

“I’m so sorry I just-” You suck in a breath as your face flushes. Deciding you can’t, you won’t come back from this, you shake your head and cut your losses. “Thanks again for the um- the vanilla.” You stumble over your words and cringe, forcing yourself to return his smile, though you’re certain it’s nothing but sheepish.

“Oh, anytime. Ya gotta let me know how those muffins turn out.” 

“I’ll drop some by when I bring your vanilla back. You know, if you wanna try them.”

“I’d love that.”

Offering him a small smile, you start to turn the knob, but just when you think you’re safe, when you think you’ve escaped his handsome gaze and his damn near hypnotizing tits, he calls out to you.

“Hey,” Osamu’s face is soft when you turn back around and butterflies swarm in your stomach. “I was serious, ya know. I wanna learn all yer baking tips and tricks.”

“Oh, I-” You steady yourself. “I don’t know if I’m a very good teacher.”

He shrugs, nice and easy. “I guess we’ll see how these muffins turn out, then. Hmm?”

Still reeling from the encounter at hand, you offer a weak “mhm” and a small wave. “See ya.”

Back in the safety of your apartment, you press your back into the wood and squeeze your eyes shut. You huff, and willing yourself to ignore your latest social blunder, you pad into the kitchen to finish what you started.

A half hour later, you find yourself in front of Osamu’s door again — this time with a bottle of vanilla in one hand and a plate of warm lemon pound cake muffins balanced in the other.

The door whips open almost as soon as you knock, as if Osamu was waiting for your return.

“Ahh, welcome back!” His eyes glimmer with excitement, a playful expression on his face. “Long time no see. I see you brought the goods.”

“And the vanilla.” You shuffle nervously. “Sorry to bother you again. I just, I figured you might wanna try them while they’re warm.”

His brows crease and he tilts his head, an easy grin on his face as he waves you off. “You’re not a bother.” Osamu’s tone is earnest as he takes both items from you. “They smell amazing.”

Your cheeks burn. “Thank you.”

“No, no, thank you. I can’t wait to try them!”

“Well, I-” You shoot a thumb in the direction of your apartment. “I have work in the morning, so I should probably start winding down.”

Osamu’s face flashes with disappointment, but it doesn’t linger. “Oh, oh yeah, sure. I’ll see ya around?”

His gaze is piercing, almost insistent. You struggle to meet his gaze. “Of course!”

Seemingly pleased with your answer, he gives you a little nod. “Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight.”

The next morning, right as you’re about to leave for work, you open your front door to find your plate nestled right beside it, a note sitting on its smooth surface.

It reads: “Thanks for the muffins. They were DELICIOUS! You gotta teach me how to make ‘em! I’ll teach you my finest onigiri recipe if you do. Text me!”

Scrawled at the bottom of the note is Osamu’s name coupled with his number. You can’t believe your eyes as you stare down at the note. Despite saying “boobs” to him instead of “goodbye,” he still wants to get to know you? To hang out with you? Yup, definitely the most perfect man alive.

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[natriae]

AND GUESS WHAT i eat it up everytime

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[stargirldotcom]

phone calls and truths

osamu miya x reader

word count: 1k

“alright, we’ll meet you there!”

you cheerfully close the phone and instantly snap your neck to the giggling boy beside you. “shut up, rin,” you grumble. he ignores you and continues laughing, so you bring up a hand to his right bicep and pinch until he starts to wince.

“ow, ow, ow! alright, i’ll stop!” suna whispers aggressively, trying to keep his voice as low as possible on the crowded bus. you release your fingers and he rubs the spot where you pinched him, assessing the damage. “it’s just that your face is so red right now, you look like a tomato,” he teases. a small laugh nearly escapes the boy and you raise your palm as a threat. suna shifts his body to dodge and winces, to which you lift your head in triumph.

“i don’t actually look that red, do i?”

you turn back to suna with a worried look and he only – apathetically – shrugs in response. after throwing him a glare, you reach into your bag and scour for your hand-mirror in your bottomless pit of a tote bag. with a small “ah!”, you pull out the mirror and move it around your face, trying to examine your complexion as best as you can in the lighting of the bus.

after he decides he’s watched you desperately look at yourself in the mirror like an idiot enough, your cousin interjects, “if it makes you feel any better, I think that dumbass is way too focused staring into your eyes or whatever to notice.” you weakly slap the back of his head and he starts giggling again. “come on, you should be happy about it! as his best friend, i can confidently say that he likes you back.”

you only roll your eyes and grunt at a loss for words, sinking into the chair behind you. “no way, i bet he sees me as family or something. i’m his best friend’s cousin for god’s sake. isn’t it weird?” 

it’s suna’s turn to roll his eyes this time. he faces you with a deadpan expression. “there’s no way he sees you as family or even just any other friend, ok? he’s way too nice to you for that. if anything, it would be weird for me. but at this point, watching you pine for each other is such a big pain in the ass that i don’t care anymore. i think he’s too scared to tell me but i can tell anyways, so just trust me when i say that miya osamu likes you.”

“whatever,” you wave away the finger he has pointed towards you, and look out the window with a face of melancholy. “i won’t believe it until he actually says it to my face or something.” you sigh as the bus drives by a couple in matching outfits, sat on a bench sharing a bag of treats. you could see yourself and osamu in them, remembering how you were the only one allowed to share his food. if you weren’t blinded by self doubt, you might’ve seen that as a sign that suna was actually telling the truth.

but even despite that endearing fact, the thought of the grey-haired twin reciprocating your feelings feels like too big of a reach. a million thoughts run through your head while you contemplate what your cousin had just said. it makes you launch yourself into a full blown rant, speaking under your breath to no one in particular. “like, even if he does like me, how would i even tell him about my feelings. God, the thought of it is embarrassing me already.”

it’s easy to think out loud knowing full well everyone on the bus is too preoccupied staring at their cellphones or hanging on to their things for dear life to care. even suna, right next to you, is already used to your nonsense and simply ignores the crazy muttering.

that is, until he hears something.

he looks at you, who's become so distracted in your spiel that you don’t hear a thing around you. until he wakes you from your thoughts by poking at your arm. you turn to him in annoyance, ready to scold, when you notice the finger he’s pointing at the phone in your lap. 

you’re puzzled at first, then notice a muffled voice coming from the device. a devious smile nearly breaks through on suna’s face as he tries his best to keep himself from laughing at the situation. on the other hand, a look of bewilderment spreads across your face. you can feel your heartbeat pick up as you turn your head back up to your cousin.

you gulp down your fears and slowly lift the phone from your lap. both you and suna slap a hand to your mouths in tandem as your greatest fear is confirmed by the name glowing on your screen. your cousin attempts to muffle the hysterical cackles that escape him while you turn away to hide your shock and embarrassment in the arm of your shirt. you quickly attach the phone to your ear and squeak out, “uhm, samu? are you still there?”

“hi. yeah, seems you didn’t actually hang up. and i really am sorry for eavesdropping but… suna’s right, i do like you. i have for a while, actually. just haven’t really figured out how to say it.” aside from osamu stuttering out his apparent love confession, you also hear indistinguishable whispers from a voice in the background, most likely from atsumu. you can imagine the scene on the other side of the phone. osamu is turned away from his twin, you think, trying to give himself at least a bit of privacy as atsumu tries to listen in, making his own remarks from what he overhears. osamu’s voice is pretty tense and you can tell that he’s probably just as nervous as you are. “uhm, anyways, i guess that’s it. yeah. see ya later, don’t be late. thanks!”

with that, the screen flashes back to osamu’s contact page. you continue to stare at it blankly with your mouth while suna tries to snap you out of it, waving a hand in your face and pushing up your chin to close your mouth. “hello? earth to lovesick idiot? you still with me?”

–

once osamu ends the call, atsumu bursts out laughing like a maniac. his twin nearly hurls the phone at him when he yells at the blond to shut up.

“i told you so, samu! your scaredy-cat ass just didn’t want to believe me!” 

a/n: atsumu owes suna 450 yen because, of course, they made a bet. suna bet one of them would confess before 3rd year started and atsumu said after 3rd year started, but before graduation. this fic takes place during the break between their 2nd and 3rd year lol

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[sleepingpillscosmos]

WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DON'T? — osamu miya

pairing: osamu miya x fem!reader.

warnings: use of weed. underage drinking. atsumu is stupid as always.

wc: 2.6k.

requested: no.

a/n: hiii, it's the first time ever I wrote this much, hope you enjoy!

You entered the locker room to change your school uniform into your practice clothes: the school's t-shirt and a pair of volleyball shorts. You took your knee pads and slid them on before puttin your shoes on. You took a deep breath, then you made your way into the gym, already hearing the typical squeaking sounds of the shoes.

You approached what you assumed was the coach. He already knew you would be joining the club, but you never had the chance to introduce yourself properly.

"Hello, I'm y/n l/n" You smiled softly, bowing in front of him. You could feel some other eyes on you.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, and to train you. I heard great things about you" He bowed back, then he called all the other members of the team, who immediately approached you two.

"She's y/n l/n. She just transferred from the miyagi prefecture. She's the new manager of the team, but she'll train with you all since the school doesn't have a female volleyball team. We made an exception for her because she's currently in the top 5 libero in Japan, and I'm sure this experience will help her. I won't waste more time, if you want to ask something you can do it after practice directly to her. Now let's start today's practice." He concluded, and you tried to smile to them. Transferring into a school in the middle of the school year wasn't easy.

The practice started, and it was going good enough. You had to do all the exercises to do in pairs alone since you were odd and nobody asked you to join them, but you were prepared for that, it was normal. What wasn't so normal was the fact that you could feel their eyes on you the entire time, as if you had two heads or something.

"Okay guys, you did a great job today. I'll let you play till the end of the practice, you can choose the teams." The coach said before letting you all make two teams.

They chose the captains of the two teams, then they took turns to choose one person at time, and, obviously, you were picked last. From what you saw at practice, the two teams were far from being balanced, plus it was 5 against 6, but you didn't really care.

The game started, and it was going well, your team was winning. You were even enjoying yourself, but all your positivity disappeared once you noticed what your teammates were doing. Every single time a ball was coming your way they called for it, even if it was right in front fo you. You didn't touch the ball once during the game, and it was frustrating to say the least.

It was the first time you were glad practice finished, you went to change and went to home, lying to your parents about how the day went. You didn't want to make them feel even worse and more guilty.

What a great start.

[...]

Three weeks later, the situation didn't change a bit. You had the worst three weeks of your life. Nobody talked to you, and practice was even worst than the first one.

Here you were, at practice during a game just like the other time. The teams were slightly changed, since the coach chose them before leaving you all on your own. He said that he had an urgency at home and he couldn't be there for the rest of the practice.

You repositioned yourself in your place, getting ready to receive the ball. The other team served and it was directed to you, finally, you thought. But as you were stepping forward to receive the ball, Suna called and went for it, nearly knocking you on your ass. You couldn't hold it anymore, it was infuriating and saying you were done was an understatement.

"What is your fucking problem?" You snapped at Suna, but actually it was directed to all of them. They looked at you, and before they could answer you continued.

"No, I correct myself. What is you all's problem? You think I'm this incapable to not be able to pass a ball that was in front of me? Because if you didn't notice, I didn't touch a single ball during a game since I'm here. Every single one of you did that at least one time and I'm tired of it. What do you think? That I'm in the top 5 out of luck? I worked so hard in this past years, I'm not going to ruin my chances because of you. I need to train as much you all need." You said and nobody said anything, you scoffed.

"Well, it's not really like that" Aran tried to defend himself and the others.

"Oh it's not? Then explain to me, I'm really curious" But as you expected they didn't have an explanation, because they knew you were right. You shook you head and looked quickly at the clock on the wall, seeing that you only had ten minutes left. But you were done for the day.

Without saying anything, you collected your belongings from the bench and made your way in the looker room. You could feel your eyes starting to water, you were so frustrated and angry that you needed to let you emotions out in some way.

This was hell.

You washed your face, trying to hide the fact that you cried to your parents, you could always say that you received a ball right in the head, but you weren't sure they would believe that. You put away all your things in your bag and took out your phone, you wanted to call your friends, but they would be at practice, so you knew they couldn't answer.

You looked at the mirror, your eyes were red, and so your cheeks. Then you heard a knock. You went to open the door, and once you saw who knocked, you were going to close the door again, but they stopped you before you could do it.

"Wait, please" Osamu said before continuing.

"We wanted to apologise to you. We've been assholes, and we know it." You stared at them waiting for a precise explanation of why they acted like this, but they said nothing. You were closing the door again, only to be stopped by Aran.

"What I'm about to say is really embarrassing, but you deserve an explanation, aspecially after our behaviour. You know, Atsumu is kind of popular between the girls here at school, and some of them does crazy things to get his attention." He explained.

"And he kind of convinced us that you were one of these girls, so we assumed you were here just for him" You blinked twice, making sure all of this was real and not just an imagination.

"Are you stupid?" Was the only thing that came out of your mouth.

"Yes, they are" Kita, the captain, answered for them. They all nodded, then they bowed to you, asking for your forgiveness. You accepted their apologies. You had to be here and practice with them for the remaining of the year and the next year too, so you couldn't be angry with them for all this time.

They said their goodbye and then left. You washed your face once again before making your way out of the gym too. You came out of the school gates and turned left, directed to your home.

"Hey y/n!" You turned after hearing your name, and you saw Suna, Atsumu, Osamu e Aran approaching you.

"We are really sorry about our behaviour" Aran said, pointing to all of them.

"So, to make up for it, we wanted to ask you if you want to hang out with us. We're going to my house" Suna asked you.

"Now?" You raised an eyebrow and they nodded.

"I guess it's okay." You shrugged, taking out your phone to warn your parents that you would return later than usual. At first there was silence, nobody said a word, until Osamu tried to break the ice, asking you some questions about your old school, at which you happily answered.

Once you arrived at Suna's house, you went upstairs to his bedroom, which took the whole floor and had a private bathroom and a small balcony. His house was huge.

"Make yourself comfortable" Suna said to you, then he reached for something under his bed. Once he found it, he took out a pack of beers. You sat with Osamu and Aran on the couch and Atsumu took the armchair.

"Why don't you keep them in the fridge" Atsumu whined reaching for the pack to open it and give one to each of you, slightly hesitating while giving one to you, but he smiled when you took it without question.

"Yeah, great idea" Suna answered rolling his eyes, because he knew Atsumu already knew the answer.

You had a great time with them, and the twins walked you home even if your house was distant to theirs. You were happy about that, you finally made some friends, even if you had a really rough start.

[...]

Months have passed, and now you had a great relationship with all of your teammates, and every friday you hung out with Atsumu, Osamu, Suna e Aran at Suna's house, when both his parents were working for the night and his sister was with his grandmother.

You got out of the locker room, heading for the gym's doors, where your friends usually waited for you. But you found only Osamu.

"The others went to buy something to the convenience store" He said smiling once he saw you coming his way. You nodded and you started to walk into Suna's house direction, falling in a casual conversation with Osamu.

Once you reached your destination you waited for the others in front of the door. They arrived after about 15 minutes, as you were literally freezing. You all made your way up the stairs as usual and got changed, since you were all remaining for the night, because Suna's parents and his sister went on a trip, which he couldn't go to because of a game he had on sunday.

You took your usual seats, Suna on the carpet, Atsumu on the armchair and you, Osamu and Aran on the couch, with your legs on Osamu's. You chatted a bit, mainly talking about stupid things since you all shared five brain cells when you were together.

"Okay guys I have a present for you all." Suna said reaching for his cap.

"You can take your old, crusty cap for yourself" Aran said and you all laughed, Suna not even bothering to answer him. He opened the fabric of the cap and took out a joint. Aran and the twins gasped and you smiled widely, these were your people.

"I swear to god, I love you" Aran said with his hand on his heart.

"You sure it's enough for the five of us?" Atsumu said and Suna sent him a death glare.

"You know, 'Tsumu, first of all you should be grateful to your friend, second, I got you all guys" You said smirking, reaching for a little box inside your bag to show them what was in it, they all cheered.

"I fucking knew you smoked" Suna laughed.

"How?" You mouth was wide open, you never told them, you never told anyone.

"The smell of your clothes and hair, I can recognise it everywhere" Suna explained, and you didn't believe him, you were too careful about these things, but you sniffed your t-shirt, just to be sure.

He was right, and you sighed defeated.

"Well what about we get started?" Aran suggested grinning, then he got up and approached the balcony. You all agreed and went outside with him, each of you taking a seat on the plastic chairs. You took your legs to your chest hugging them, trying to make yourself warmer. You were lost in the conversation the guys were having, when a hand nudged you. You turned to Osamu, who handed you his sweatshirt, whispering a soft "here". You blushed and accepted his offer, you put his sweatshirt on and you felt immediately warmer.

You were lost in your thoughts when you started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" Atsumu asked to you, joint in his hand.

"Nothing" You shook your head trying to stop laughing, but you couldn't help yourself.

"Come on, tell us" Aran pressed, already high.

"I can't fucking believe you thought I came here from miyagi just for him" You laughed even harder, pointing at the blonde, who was passing the joint to his twin.

"Hey! What's wrong with me?" Atsumu protested

"Other than your hair and your bitchy personality?" You teased him and he gasped at your words, the others trying to refrain from laughing watching the scene in front of them.

"My hair is gorgeous." He stated, not fazed by the second part of your sentence.

"If you say so..." The others couldn't hold back anymore and Atsumu was very offended by you all's behaviour.

After some time, and at you all's second joint, Aran was devastated. The joints were kind of light, but Aran took more drags than he should have, saying that he was going to be just fine. Suna and Atsumu helped him to get to the couch inside the bedroom. Leaving you and Osamu leaned against the terrace railing, finishing the joint and laughing at your friend's conditions.

"You know, when I first met you I was kind of jealous of 'sumu" He said putting out the joint after taking the last drag. You turned and faced him, furrowing you eyebrows because you couldn't understand what he was trying to say.

"I mean, Atsumu has all the attention at school, and I usually don't care about that. But when he convinced us that you were here just for him I was really bothered" He admitted turning so that he was faced to you too. You were closer than the both of you though.

"Are you saying you have a crush on me, 'samu?" You grinned, taking a step towards him. He mirrored your expression and got closer himself.

"I don't know..." He teased as your faces got closer by the second. He stopped only centimetres away, so that you could choose what to do. You didn't think twice and pecked his lips softly, parting away right after. Your faces were still close and you both smiled. Osamu placed his hands on your waist to pull you even closer and you laced your arms around his neck. Your lips met again in a more passionate kiss, your hands moving to his jaw and neck, caressing softly his skin. His hands moved up and down your back, reaching a little too low. You could feel his smirk pressed on your lips when he noticed that you didn't do anything to stop him.

"They are watching us, 'samu" you said smiling.

"I know" He whispered, connecting your lips once again.

"What does he have that I don't?!" Atsumu exclaimed from inside looking at you and his twin, earning an eye roll from Suna.

"He's not a pain in the ass like you!" Suna said to him.

"Would you two shut up? They're so cute. I'm gonna cry" Aran said starting to tear up, then he actually started to cry. Suna closed his eyes and took a very deep breath. He didn't know who was worst between Aran and Atsumu at the moment. But he certainly wasn't going to forgive you and Osamu for leaving him alone with this two idiots.

#osamu miya #miya osamu #osamu miya x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu miya imagine #miya osamu imagine #osamu miya x you #miya osamu x you #osamu x reader #miya x reader #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #haikyu imagine #haikyu x you #haikyu fic #jjkwritingss

[emmyrosee]

Outside, the rain pours like no one’s business, the wind howling in frustration as it mingles with the tinkering drops against your roof and windows.

You, luckily, are curled happily under your blanket, scrolling through your phone with a nice cup of tea next to you, enjoying the sounds of a storm in nothing but your own company.

Until-

“Ah. You’re home,” you hum, flicking your eyes up at osamu, then back to your phone. His arms are filled with reusable bags that dangle from the bulky muscles, two large palms cradling the milk, and the fluffiness of his hair lays flat to his head. His shirt is soaked, you hear the squish of his shoes, and you hate how cute the wet-dog aesthetic is on your man.

You hear him pant softly, “it’s. Wet. Outside.”

You chuckle and shake your head, reaching for your cup of tea, “yeah baby, that’s why I’m inside.”

“You could’ve helped your strong, smart, talented, amazing boyfriend with the groceries.”

“I offered, you said you “‘got this’,” you hum, secretly glad your boyfriends chivalry knows no bounds and he’d rather get drenched in the cold rain than risk you getting drenched in the cold rain.

But he is a Miya. He’s going to whine just a little bit.

You hear him place the groceries down, “but now I’m cold. And my shoes are wet. And I was lonely.”

You click off your phone and shrug off your blanket, making your way towards him. He smiles as you approach, and when you use a warm hand to move his hair off his forehead, he nuzzles into your touch.

“Thank you for getting the groceries,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his cold forehead. “Go take a nice hot shower, I’ll put them away.”

“I only bought a few frozen things, so you can join me in the shower.”

You giggle, “as tempting as that is, I’d really like you to warm up.”

He smirks and, before you can process, he scoops you up in his arms and throws you over his shoulder, his freezing shirt soaking you as you writhe and scream at the playful action. “Osamu!”

“Now you’re wet too. Come shower with me, and wash my hair.”

“You bought dairy,” you manage between titters, “I have to put it away.”

“So let’s put it away together. Then we can shower.”

“You’re so clingy!”

“Oh I’ll show you clingy.”

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[teamatsumu]

was i meant to love you? (part one)

pairing: miya osamu x reader

summary: the kanji on your arm says Miya Atsumu’s name. but every fiber of your being is in love with his twin brother.

word count: 2796

warnings: soulmate au, fem!reader, miya atsumu x reader, angst, fluff, swearing

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As a young child, your parents always told you that the universe created soulmates to form and nurture the bonds of love. No human on this planet would be left alone, because everyone had someone created for them. To love and care for them, to fill the gaps in their hearts and provide people with the bliss of knowing that they meant the whole world to someone.

There was nothing sad or difficult about it, the universe had ensured it.

At an infant’s first birthday, neat kanji letters would appear on their forearm, clear as day, specifying the first and last names of their soulmates. There was no ambiguity. The universe ensured that you would find your soulmate no matter what. An individual would grow up knowing who they were meant to be with, and they would die at a ripe old age with that person after spending their whole lives with them.

You were no exception to the rule. When the clock struck midnight, your tiny, one year old arm was marked with the letters that would be there until you died. A simple name.

Miya Atsumu.

Your mother was ever the hopeless romantic. She had met your father in her late teens, considering he lived all the way across the globe and getting there wasn’t easy. So she wanted for you what she had never had. A childhood romance. A kinship between children that would one day transform into a comfortable, familiar love. She wanted you to grow up with the person you were meant to be with, to stand by his side through everything, no matter how trivial. The thought of maturing with your other half had her sighing and batting her eyelashes dreamily, so the minute your kanji appeared, the hunt for Miya Atsumu was on.

Imagine her overjoyed reaction when she found out he was in the same country. Nothing could stop her from uprooting your lives in Tokyo to move all the way to Hyogo, and your father, the man who could never deny her anything, had agreed to go along of course. Anything for his wife. And anything to secure love for his child.

And so you met the Miya Twins. Same age as you, scarily identical and hard to differentiate in your tiny, underdeveloped mind. You had moved in only a few blocks away, and once your mother had spoken to their parents, it seemed you were woven into their lives permanently.

Miya Atsumu, your soulmate, was okay. He was a baby, you were a baby. You have no concept of love, or fate, or other halves. All you cared about was that he was active and loved to play. But he didn’t like sharing his toys which often made you cry. In moments like these, his twin, Miya Osamu, would share with you what was his, both of you playing together and occasionally scowling over at Atsumu. Eventually, Atsumu would get tired of being left out, and he would offer you his own toys just so all of you would play together.

Your mother thought it was very cute. The twins’ mother was endlessly relieved. At least one of her boys had found his soulmate. Because for the other, it seemed a hopeless case.

For you see, Miya Osamu’s arm was blank. There were no deep red kanji letters on his skin, telling him who his soulmate was. As far as the eye could tell, Miya Osamu had no one.

The boy had no concept of how doomed he was. But his parents did. And his mother had cried and sobbed herself to sickness thinking her boy was an anomaly. That somehow, the universe believed that maybe Osamu didn’t deserve love. It broke their hearts. So when Atsumu’s soulmate was brought to them, they felt slightly at ease. Just a bit. Just enough to lighten their load slightly. Because you got along so well with Osamu. You liked to play with him, you enjoyed sharing with him. Sometimes, you even ate off the same plate (something Atsumu would never tolerate. That was his food. He doesn’t share).

Their mother could rest easy knowing that even if Osamu didn’t have a soulmate, his twin brother’s soulmate would not cut him out. That Osamu could still rely on family, even if he didn’t have somebody of his own.

In hindsight, these early interactions between toddlers should have been an indication of the future. But your mothers never noticed something off. If only you had a brain developed enough to realize what was happening at such an early age.

And so you grew up with the twins, same daycares, same schools, same playgrounds. At no point were you separated. From the moment you could form coherent thoughts, they were with you, and you with them. Atsumu was your loud, boisterous soulmate. Always ready for a challenge, endlessly hungry for victory. In his middle school days he had decided he wanted to play volleyball for the rest of his life, and so that’s what he focused on. Atsumu was a simple person, his intentions and objectives were clear.

In middle school, you first wrapped your head around the fact that Atsumu was someone you had to like romantically. It was almost a foreign concept, but the young girl in you was curious, just as anyone your age would be while going through puberty. So you were excited when you and Atsumu started ‘dating’. It was what Fate had dictated, after all. You and him were meant to be together, weren’t you?

You had your first kiss with him after a volleyball game. You had been cheering from the sidelines, and Atsumu barrelled right into you after the final whistle. He was sweaty, and very sticky, and he laid an equally sticky smooch on your lips. You and him both buzzed with the adrenaline of the win, and the kiss felt nice.

You would hold hands at school, and Atsumu would walk you to class. You would always stay on the balcony during after-school practice, watching the twins play. To onlookers, it was endlessly cute. Young love, as they say.

You didn’t think too much about the fact that you did it more out of obligation than for love. You assumed this is what it was. The ‘soulmate bond’ or whatever. You didn’t need to consider it. You had always been told that your life and Atsumu’s were connected, so that was that.

And then there was Osamu. Quieter than Atsumu, but just as determined. He had a competitive streak just as mean as his brother, and at no point did he get left behind. Osamu loved volleyball, maybe not as much as his brother, but enough to invest a whole lot of his time into it. In every aspect, the twins balanced each other perfectly. Osamu knew exactly when to reign Atsumu in. He was more perceptive in that sense. He picked up on stuff that flew over Atsumu’s head sometimes. And that applied to you too.

He was your best friend.

When you would fall on the playground and skin your knees, Osamu would help you up. He would wipe the tears and snot off your face and shoulder you as you walked home. He would hold your hand while your mother would clean and patch you up. Osamu would share all his snacks with you, including candy. He didn’t mind. He always insisted that you ate so little that it hardly mattered.

In middle school, Osamu made sure to ask the volleyball team coach for permission to let you stay and watch practices. Onlookers weren’t really allowed for day-to-day training, but Osamu convinced him to make an exception. You studied together for every quiz, every test. When you would fall asleep while studying, it would always somehow be on Osamu’s bed, and he would tuck you in without fail every single time.

While Atsumu kept looking forward in life, Osamu made sure to glance back and hold your hand tight to make sure you didn’t get left behind.

He was here now too, standing outside the volleyball coach’s office with you. Your first year in Inarizaki High, and you clutched your application in your hand tightly, making Osamu tut and pull the paper from your hands lest you wrinkle it even more. He smoothed it out and gave you a quick once over, sighing a bit.

“Ya gotta cool it.” He spoke up, watching how you nervously fidgeted all over the place.

“Thanks, that helps a lot.” Sarcasm dripped from your words and you gave him a nasty look. He only rolled his eyes in return, reading over your application one more time.

“Yer gonna be fine. Once he knows you and Tsumu are soulmates, yer practically guaranteed the manager position.” He said, trying to soothe you a bit.

“How is that a guarantee?” You scoffed, staring at the closed office door.

“Because he’ll think ya can keep that scrub in line.”

You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so nervous. “He would be dead wrong. When has Atsumu ever listened to me?”

Osamu snorted. “‘M not sayin’ he would be right. But don’t ya dare correct him. I need ya on that team to keep me sane.”

You finally gave him a smile, feeling better slightly. It wasn’t really his words. Osamu’s whole presence just helped you feel better.

And he was also right. You easily got the managerial role for the Boys’ Volleyball Team. The twins whooped in celebration when you gave them the news, Atsumu laying a sloppy kiss on your cheek while Osamu just gave you an encouraging grin.

Something in you stirred when you realized that in the moment, you wanted Osamu to kiss your cheek too.

Whoa. Where did that come from?

It was easy enough to dismiss though, because Atsumu was pulling you into his lap on the couch, talking about how awesome it would be to have you actively helping the team instead of just being a spectator. Osamu’s stare wavered before dropping from you entirely. And you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes dim.

Nah, it couldn’t be, right? There was nothing to be sad about. You had just gotten the manager position. But when Atsumu tucked your head under his chin, it hit you. Osamu’s sadness was likely due to him not having a soulmate.

The topic of Osamu’s absent soulmate was something that was never brought up. Somehow, it was always ignored. He never mentioned it, and neither did you. You were unsure if he had ever talked about it with Atsumu, but you hesitated to ask. You didn’t want him feeling worse than he already probably did. And you were sure that your and Atsumu’s open displays of affection weren’t helping that fact either.

You stayed silent, though you did slowly detach Atsumu’s arms from around you and slid off his lap, instead sitting between the twins on the couch. He didn’t notice, too engrossed with whatever was happening on the TV before him. Your attention was entirely on Osamu though, trying to decipher his expression from the corner of your eye. He was still as a rock, not giving anything away.

You fought the urge to hug him.

Back in middle school, Osamu had first questioned the fact that he did not have a name on his arm. It was a silly childish tantrum, something about how come Tsumu had something that he didn’t? He had pestered his mother about it until she sat him down and explained. You don’t know what exactly they talked about, but you never heard him complain about it again.

Your overthinking mind immediately started mulling through your memories, thinking about all the times you and Atsumu had done something in front of Osamu. You felt guilt ripple through you when you realized that it all probably reminded him of his lack of soulmate. And he never said anything about it. You knew that must have been a struggle. Osamu told you everything. But maybe he felt that he couldn’t tell you about this.

The thought made your heart ache for him.

“Tsumu?”

Your boyfriend hummed in response, too focused on whatever video game he was currently obsessing over. His tongue was sticking out from the corner of his mouth, eyebrows scrunched in concentration. You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, c’mon. Turn that off. I gotta talk to you about something.”

“Gimme five minutes.”

You groaned and flopped down on his bed, knowing five minutes meant at least twenty, and resigning yourself to wait for that time. If you forcefully made him quit the game, he would be distracted throughout your conversation. You needed him to be fully attentive for this.

When you finally had him settled on the bed in front of you, game turned off and him frowning at how serious you were being, you got straight to the point.

“We need to tone shit down in front of Samu.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“What does that mean?”

You explained to him how you felt that Osamu might be feeling left out when Atsumu draped himself all over you, making him hum and rub on his chin in thought.

“He never said anythin’.”

You nodded. “But he always gets kind of upset about it.”

“I haven’t noticed.”

“That’s because you’re dumb as bricks.”

“Hey!”

The conversation abruptly ends there, with Atsumu pinning you down on the bed and holding you hostage until you apologised for calling him dumb. But the agreement is made, and from then on, you and Atsumu tone down your physical affection when you’re around Osamu.

No more kisses when they picked you for school in the mornings, or after practices when they walked you home. And no more unnecessarily long hugs. And of course, no more sitting on Atsumu’s lap while Osamu was there.

You hadn’t anticipated that this meant almost no intimacy at all, because Osamu was around you two all the time. You didn’t notice that you spent so much time with him until you had to be mindful of your actions. And as the weeks passed by, your and Atsumu’s physical relationship fizzled to almost nothing.

It should have been concerning. It should have. But it wasn’t. The lack of affection did almost nothing to you. If anything, the thing you were concerned about was why you weren’t concerned. Atsumu was your soulmate, yet you could go days and weeks without feeling any need or want to kiss him or hug him. You were still around each other all the time, but the instinctual habit of being in his arms was breaking, and you felt this gnawing fear that without it, your and Atsumu’s relationship was barely a relationship.

In trying to accommodate Osamu, you discovered your lack of feelings for your soulmate.

Your second year of high school was plagued with thoughts of your hesitation, why you tried and tried, but felt almost nothing for the blond twin except the sense of kinship that came with knowing him for so long. You stared at Atsumu as he rose up in the world of volleyball. Making Nationals, going to Youth Camp, and while you did feel proud of him, there was not an ounce of you that loved him romantically.

And it made you feel lost.

All your life, you had been told Atsumu was the one for you. Your other half. The one you would marry and have kids with and die with. You had been friends with him since you could barely walk. And he had been your boyfriend since you knew what a boyfriend was. You had kissed him and hugged him and cuddled with him so often that it was almost by default. Instinct. But now that your instinct was no longer there, you felt….. nothing.

Atsumu was your friend. One of your very best friends, but no part of him made your heart beat faster or your breaths come shallower. He was just….. Atsumu.

When you kissed him in the comfort of your room, alone, you felt nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. You had always felt nothing. But when it was part of your routine, you didn’t realise how fucked up these lack of feelings were.

Now you did.

Fear filled you when you realized how abnormal your feelings were. How could you be like this? The universe had decided Atsumu was the one for you. The fucking universe. Who were you to deny it? Who were you to question his place in your life? And how could you possibly make these feelings go away?

You were alone in this.

If only you had known back then that not loving Atsumu would soon be the very least of your concerns.

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[miya-rin]

thinking about miya osamu who cant go to sleep without his nightly kiss. no matter how mad you both are at each other he will put his feelings aside to kiss you, even if you are sleeping in different rooms. when you are too stubborn to kiss him on the nights you are arguing he will pull up a picture of you on his phone as a make shift yn, or kiss your forehead while you are asleep.

he’s not really sure why he does this and neither are you, he can go the night without it and he has before, but he would rather not. he says it brings him a sort of comfort. its like a bond between you two. and when your darling baby girl is brought into the world, he makes sure to carry the tradition on to her.

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[crayonwriting]

Falling Asleep On The Train (Miya Twins)

first time to write a headcanon/blurb thingy... idek what i'm supposed to call it

MIYA ATSUMU

Atsumu felt exhausted after an intense practice at volleyball today. He had left almost immediately after practice, leaving behind his brother and the rest of his teammates who planned to go out for grilled meat. On any other day, he would’ve been enthusiastic to go with them but now, he just wanted to get home, shower and sleep for at least three days.

Thankfully the train was not that full and he was able to secure a seat. He slouched slightly, just enough so he could rest the back of his head on the train window. He let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes. He fell asleep almost immediately.

A few minutes had passed when Atsumu was woken up by a sudden weight on his left shoulder. Half-awake, he groggily looked to his side and was met with a mop of hair. He leaned a bit forward and saw the person wearing the Inarazaki High School uniform.

He tried getting a peak of their face but to no avail. He would have to wake them up to do that. With his mind still dazed from fatigue, he settled back into his seat and lay his head onto the person’s head, nuzzling into it a little bit to get comfy. With a soft warmth radiating from the person beside him, he fell asleep once again, now even more relaxed than earlier.

Little did he know that it was you, from 2nd Year, Class 4; a member of the literature club; a part-timer at the cafe a few blocks from school and his long-time crush.

MIYA OSAMU

You and Osamu had managed to get on the train just as the doors were closing. There were a few available seats so you sat on one near the back. You let out a sigh of relief once you were settled.

“Phew! All that running tired me out!” You closed your eyes and leaned back in your seat.

“Well, if you just came with me and ‘Tsumu when we jog on the weekends, you wouldn’t be this tired.” Osamu chuckled, sitting beside you. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“No, thank you. I’m not built to be an athlete or for any sports for that matter.” You smiled. “I’m okay with cheering you guys on from the sidelines.” You closed your eyes once again.  Osamu took this opportunity to stare at you for a minute. He had a soft expression on his face. 

These moments were what he cherished most—when you’re not looking or when you have your attention somewhere else—because it allows him to take a good look at you. He gets reminded of why he has fallen head over heels for you. 

He was snapped out of his thoughts when you softly murmured his name. Just as he turned to look at you again, your head rested against his shoulder. He felt literal chills run down his spine.

Shit. He mentally cursed himself. He took a glance at you. Osamu noticed your neck looked a bit strained so he relaxed more into his seat and lightly adjusted your head so that it rested comfortably against his shoulder. Your breaths were coming out evenly now. You always did fall asleep easily, no matter where and when. 

Osamu sat stiffly at how close you were. He was okay with your usual congratulatory hugs or high fives but after realising his feelings for you, every touch sent fire to his skin. He knows he can’t avoid your touches for long. He knows that he’s going to confess to you sooner or later—especially since his brother and Suna know about it—but for now, he’ll let you sleep on his  shoulder for as long as the train ride takes. And hopefully next time, you’ll allow him to sleep on you too.

the tiktok video this was inspired from got deleted

4/28/2022

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[oshicakes]

sunset | miya osamu

pairing. miya osamu x reader

genre. angst, aged-up character

warning. cheating, cursing

often i wonder how He decided to make the moon, stars, and sun and everything He created on this earth.

the sun that shines so bright up in the sky. how He thinks of having sunrise and sunset. how people signify it with new tomorrow.

the moon that complemented the dark sky at night with its millions of stars. how He decided to have it in different forms from crescent, quarter, and full big circle in the sky.

it all deserves praise for how He made it fit perfectly, how He knew that people need it, that these things should be and should not be.

you were startled and your thoughts were cut off when you felt something hot touch your face. you looked up and saw osamu handing you a cup of coffee. “what? are you just gonna stare at it?”

“thanks.” you meekly said. you accepted it and took a sip of the coffee.

both of you fell silent as you gaze at the sun, waiting for it to set. as time passes, the atmosphere became heavier and heavier. despite that, both of you savor the moment like this, as both of you knew that it could be the last.

“she needs you, osamu.” you broke the silence.

you heard his sigh. it was just a sigh and yet you could feel your heart turns heavy, a mixture of guilt and hurt.

"and, you don't? I'm the only one you have now."

"i- i know i can learn that. i know can, i have to."

it took him ample to time respond to you. “what about me, y/n? won’t you ask me who i need? who will hear my pain and comfort me after an exhausting day? who will i run to when things end between us? you're the only one i want. you're the only one that gets my smile, my pain, my worry, my happiness...”

“i do need you, osamu. but she needs you the most. you can’t just abandon your responsibility with her, he’s your wife after all.”

“i told you, i can and i am willing to end things between me and her! for you, for us. i am ready to make things right for us! just say it, y/n.”

“and you think it's easy as that? what will our friends say?! what will our family think?! the people around us?! even if you turn the world upside down, this is still wrong! to have a relationship with you, with someone like you who is already married and made a vow in front of God. we are being unfair and selfish, osamu!”

he grab your shoulder and made me face him. his bloodshot eyes tell me how hard it is also for him. our situation, our fvcked situation that we put ourselves in.

you look straight into his eyes. the deep grey eyes that used to hold the moon. it’s as if hypnotizing you to look at it as if it’s whispering to you that everything will be okay. my only comfort, my safe place, my everything even if it’s a sin.

you looked away from him and released yourself from his grip. “look at the sunset, miya. it’s what we’ve been waiting for.” for a moment both of you went silent and looked at the sunset.

“please don’t do this.” he pleaded.

“the sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?”

his mouth gaped. he knew right there and then what you meant with that statement. you saw how his tears run down his face, and hear his soft and whispered curses.

after all that light, the warmth that the sun gave us has its end. its shine was gone and will be replaced with darkness. 

maybe, maybe in our next life, osamu. but now, let’s not be selfish. this is the only way we can make things right.

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[moonbeamwritings]

Holiday shopping is not for the faint hearted or those with sore feet and tired eyes. And it’s definitely, without a doubt, not for young restaurant owners with gurgling stomachs and headaches from the fluorescence in the mall.

Osamu can hardly hear you over the sound of the Christmas music blaring over the loudspeaker as you drag him into, “One last store, ‘samu sweetheart, I promise.” 

The store in question, a hub for all things scented, is blindingly bright, and so colorful, so sparkly that he doesn’t know where to look first. There are candles on one side and body washes and lotions and scrubs... everywhere — all with different labels and scents and colors. There’s even a sink, lined with foam soaps and bar soaps and and and... And if Osamu wasn’t tired before, he certainly is now. His head spins as you lead him by the hand to the candle section — a wall that stretches far above his head, stocked to the brim with candles of all sizes. Hundreds of them.

Feeling overwhelmed by the sights, and, oh god, the smells, Osamu throws a frantic look in your direction. You’re already lost. You have a candle up to your nose, the outside of the jar decorated in gaudy, glittery Christmas presents. The scent reads: Wrapped Up With You.

“Wanna help me pick one for the living room?” You ask, shooting him a look as you slide the candle back into place. “Smelling candles can be kinda fun.”

Osamu opens his mouth but bites back a whine. What about lunch, he thinks petulantly. But when he catches how expressive you are with every candle you pick up, how your nose scrunches if you don’t like it or how pleased you look when you do, he opts to ignore the empty rumbling of his stomach — for now.

He shrugs. “Sure.”

You beam at him and pull a burgundy candle from the shelf in front of you. Once Bitten and Twice Shy touts a “whiskey, cranberries, and cashmere musk” scent. Whatever that means. Osamu smells it and frowns.

“How did they manage to make it smell so….”

“Sad?” You supply, grinning.

“Sad,” Osamu confirms.

“Christmas Magic?”

“Maybe.”

“So it’s a no?” You ask, pulling it from his grip.

Osamu eyes it carefully as he tells you, “I don’t really think our living room candle should smell like a failed relationship.”

The candle returns to the shelf with a dull but resolute thunk. “Good point.”

Another one catches Osamu’s eye. It’s a three-wick candle in this orangey-brown color. A little gingerbread family decorates the outside, all with tiny candy smiles and unrelenting Christmas joy. 

“Get That GingerBREAD,” Osamu reads, rolling his eyes at the pun. “A delicious mix of gingerbread, marshmallow, and vanilla.”

You look displeased before the lid even comes off, nose wrinkling and brows furrowing. “The baked ones always smell weird.”

Osamu takes a whiff and feels like he’s been knocked off his feet. “Eww. Smell it.”

Your lip curls, but Osamu presses on, forcing it in your direction before you can react further. “Eww, ‘samu. Put that back.” You shake your head in disgust, as if moving your head around would dissipate the smell. “I told you.”

With every inhale it feels as though the pungent smell of marshmallow grows worse and worse, refusing to leave the space between you. “God, I can still smell it.”

You muffle a giggle into the meat of his bicep, curling your hand around his elbow. “It’s so bad.”

You spend the next twenty minutes browsing to your heart’s content, forcing each other to smell the awful ones and giggling at your reactions, and making mental notes of the ones you actually like. And after what feels like the fiftieth candle, Osamu starts to feel light-headed, the cocktail of different scents leaving the beginnings of a headache in their wake.

“Here,” you shove another one in his direction, “last one.”

It’s a three-wick candle called Winter Woods — a mossy green candle that smells crisp and natural, like an evergreen forest coated with freshly fallen snow. The perfect winter fragrance. Osamu’s eyes go wide and he grins.

At his expression, you ask, “Ooo, this a good one?”

“Best one yet.” He tips the glass in your direction and holds it under your nose expectantly. When you take a whiff, you positively beam. Yup, Osamu thinks. This is the one.

The hand on his arm squeezes and you look up at him excitedly. “’samu it’s perfect! We have to get it.”

And that very evening, with a full belly and heart, Osamu places the candle on the coffee table in your living room, the smell reminding him of your warm palm on his elbow and the laughter he muffled in your hair — of you.

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[sunaluv]

more "come get your man"❗❗ with some more haikyuu boys maybe but honestly? whoever you want 🙏

i got u 😉

part 1 here

pairings: osamu, atsumu, kuroo

OSAMU

onigiri miya was due to close in the next two minutes. you watched your boyfriend close up the counter from your spot on the stool. you liked sitting in when his shop was empty like this, it felt kinda…domestic.

it triggered your thoughts on the future with the hotter twin (in your opinion), you could see yourself walking down the alter to meet him, eating on the floors of your unfurnished home, him standing behind you whilst you rocked your child to sleep—

“hey samu what should i do with these!” you almost rolled your eyes at the voice shouting from the kitchen.

osamu had explained to you how he hired one of his friends from high school to work for him as a favour. she had just finished getting her degree and was looking for work in the area.

you didn’t mind, you were secure in your relationship so there was no reason to be pissed. that was until you had met her and introduced yourself to her as his girlfriend. like a switch had flipped, she instantly started to openly show her hatred for you behind sugar coated insults and not so subtle faces she made only when your boyfriend was out of sight.

you watched osamu’s chest expand in a deep breath. he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair before flipping his cap back on, pecking your temple before heading to the back. “i’ll go see what she wants then we’ll leave, ‘kay?”

you nodded and packed your bag, leaving your space clear and waiting by the counter for your man.

a whole five minutes had passed. you haven’t heard anything which was a sign that you should go investigate, given that girls record.

“…i thought we had a rule for customers showing up before closing time.” a hushed voice whispered.

“we do, there’s no customers here.”

“so who’s still sat out front, you always do this sam—”

ahem.

two faces looked to your spot at the door opening. one looking guilty, one relieved.

“you ready to go samu?” you asked sweetly. “it’s been five minutes and it’s movie night, you know i’m dying to catch up on our franchise.” you not so subtly bragged.

he breathed out through a chuckle. “of course baby, sorry for the hold up. i’m done here anyways.” he walked towards you, missing the dropped jaw of his employee.

you wrapped your arm around his waist before you left, not before smirking at the red-faced girl who was shaking in anger? sadness? embarrassment? you didn’t care.

your shoulders dropped at the chime of the bell followed by the nights breeze as you began your comfortably silent walk home.

“you’re cute when you stake your claim on me ya know?” osamu flicked your forehead.

“shaddap.” you retorted. “if she doesn’t understand boundaries i’ll set them.”

ATSUMU

atsumu was a textbook example of a frat boy. the parties, the girls, the popularity, the girls.

the only stereotype he’s not playing into is dating the leader of the girls sorority house, and some people felt like he’s doing it all wrong.

“omg hi! welcome to—” the cheery voice dripped upon seeing you at the door. “the boys house, who do you know here?”

the girl you recognised as the sorority house leader shamelessly eyes you up and down, twirling the ends of her blonde hair.

if she was here, the rest of the girls were too. they did everything as a culty pack: traveling, partying and even dating. you always thought it was weird how they were all paired with a frat boy, but you never said anything. maybe to them at least.

they obviously hated you for being a rock in their river.

“i’m here for atsumu,” your brow quirked.

her face hardened before plastering into a plastic smile.

“sorry ya just missed him! maybe if you go to—”

“BABY IS THAT YOU!?” a loud, excited voice belonging to your boyfriend shouted.

looking over her shoulder, you watched his blonde locks fly with the wind as he shoved past the girl who let out a disheartened gasp, and picked you up before picking you up and twirling you around.

“i missed you so much,” his soft lips continuously pressed against your face before pouring all his emotion into one last kiss on your lips.

“i missed you too tsum,” you giggled “i was only gone a week though.”

“a week to long! come i have so much to catch you up on.”

again ignoring the fuming girl who had watched the whole interaction, he damn near dragged you up the stairs past all his frat bros who you made sure to shout a greeting at as you passed.

you could hear the rest of the girls from the sorority comforting the girl who was now crying, talkin bout ‘he’ll come around, you two are destined to be together. but you didn’t care, you knew atsumu knew about his rep as a frat bro and he has explained to you about how much he doesn’t care about the ‘dumb stereotypes’ and ‘he likes what he likes, and thats you’.

“you know she likes you right?”

“does she, i thought the only reason she wants me that bad is so their matchup can be completed…”

“that’s part of it, but i feel like she genuinely likes you…” you trailed.

“hey, hey,” he held your cheeks tuning your focus on him. “i don’t care about all that okay? i’m yours and yours alone”

you nodded, placing your hands over his.

“now,” he pulled out his phone going straight to the photos app “let me show ya all you’ve missed.”

KUROO

“tetsuro stopppp,” the girl who had been partnered with your boyfriend for a science project whacked his arm playfully. “omg girl tell your boyfriend to stop.”

you looked at her, then him, then back at her. “stop being a bitch tetsuro.” you played into her antics, drawing out his name like she did.

“not like that, you don’t need to be mean. it was literally a joke.” she mumbled.

kuroo’s eyes met your rolling ones across the table as he shrugged.

“so what are you guys doing after this,” she asked the both of you, but stared at kuroo.

you had explained how you were going to the mall after, so they should probably finish up so you can make it soon.

“you’re going on a date? that’s so cuuuute, there’s actually this really cute place we saw together when—”

“i’ll be right back. toilet.” kuroo stated tensely, sending you an apologetic look as he saw your panicked expression. the both of you knew what her intentions were.

she watched him leave, all the way until the toilet door closed then she turned to you. “can i be real with you a sec, have a heart to heart you know as a fellow sister.”

she didn’t let you respond before she spoke out. “i highkey think tetsu deserves better, he seems really tense around you and i know your dating or whatever but i feel like i could treat him better. i know him.”

woahwoahwoahwhat.

“no.”

“no?”

“no!” you took a deep breath in, before calling her name. “i know you like him, you haven’t even respected me or him enough to hide it. but if you really loved him or knew him, you would know how uncomfortable he feels with you openly flirting with him while he’s in a committed relationship.”

your words hit her like a truck. “you’re not listening to me,” she reached for your hands across the table which you retracted before she could reach. “he needs someone like me, i’m not trying to diss you but you dress kinda bland, your not in many classes together, he doesn’t even talk about you all that often.”

“i do when you overstep, but otherwise i’m just trying to do my work and leave.”

she turned around to see her dear tetsu, arms folded, hurt look on his face. you knew he didn’t like confrontation, so he must have been feeling a strong type of way for him to talk like this.

“tetsu—”

“kuroo.”

“tetsuro,” she stood up placing an arm on his arm which made him step back. “please just come to me, you know we’ll be good together too…”

noticing your boyfriends drastically increased discomfort, you stepped in. “i think you’ve done enough,” you put yourself between the two of them.

wordlessly, you took his larger hand in yours and left the library. after checking up on him, the two of you decided to have a home date instead.

“thanks for stepping in by the way” his voice came out small.

you squeezed his hand. “anything for you tetsu”

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