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kedsandtubesocks · 8 months ago

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SEL HI IF YOU SEE ME READING THIS NO YOU DONT EHXYEVYZJSOSLSS

So now that I’m fully back in a haikyuu rewatch I cannot CONFIRM NOR DENY that I’ve been in an atsumu mood

And then finding out you wrote a fic for him and it would be my first one to officially read for him??? This feels so incredibly special oh my goodness

First off the way you immediately set up the dynamic and let us sink into the relationship was done with such heart! Like I didn’t feel lost or disconnected and if anything it made me a bit feral at how effortlessly you gave us so much then PUT US THROUGH THE HEARTACHE!!

LIKE SEL!!! I KNEW IT WAS COMING BUT IT STILL MADE MY HEART GET AN OUCHIE!! But the way you navigated the confusion and heartache tugged at my poor ljttle heart 😭

Also omg omg I forgot to mention my favorite little passage?!

He’s hinted at it enough in the past few years, calling you ‘the misus’ enough times when mentioning why he’s heading home early from post-game dinners and parties. His Ma keeps a photo of you and him in his childhood home, and Osamu’s given you a family discount at Onigiri Miya now, too (which is only 1% higher than the friends one, but it’s the fact that he considers you as family that makes it feel much larger).

How you let us as the audience feel the connection through Osamu and mama Miya’s love with us made me melt…it created so much depth and emotion and beautiful history that layered within not just our relationship with Tsumu but also highlighted the heartache! We have all this history and love and it HURTS knowing we’re so disappointed now! Incredibly executed honey!!! 💘

And oh my god him and Osamu’s interactions? Their dynamic was so fun and silly, such true sibling interaction lol, but i loved the true depth between them you gave to us!! And the tone of voice, so wonderfully distinct, I could hear it so clearly!

This voice you set for them honestly is what I had hoped for in the series when I heard their dubbed voices for the first time and was a bit let down so to me THIS IS CANON NOW 😤

But Sel…

Sel the true moment this broke me is Atsumu being a lovesick crybaby.

Babes…

My dearest Sel.

YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME

YOU CANT MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH ANOTHER SAD PATHETIC WET LITTLE MEOW MEOW! A WET NAPKIN OF A MAN!!! YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME!!!!

(But wow it was so tender and warm and heartfelt and I can’t believe I’m such a messy puddle of emotions now because of this)

Thank you…so much for sharing this beautiful adventure and for making me reevaluate my entire life oh my god 🫠

₊˚⊹｡ i left my keys on your bedroom floor | miya atsumu

wc: 2.4k

summary: atsumu is the clumsiest guy you've ever met; nothing ever goes to plan, especially when it comes to love.

contains: f!reader, use of ‘misus’, mostly fluff with a bit of misunderstanding, reader wears heels, some swears, atsumu thinks he’s going to have a heart attack but it’s just him being him, atsumu is an idiot in love

a/n: not related to the plot, but take a chance with me and fearless remind me of atsumu’s feels in this one (and paper rings will forever be an atsumu song for me)

part of how to be your lover boy (a valentine's collab by augustinewrites & seiwas)

Atsumu thinks this is the dumbest fuck-up he could have ever fucked up.

Wood isn’t supposed to feel this cold, but his leg is freezing rested against it.

Is this what it means to be weak in the knees?

Out of all places, of all times, Miya Atsumu finds himself knelt down on one knee by your bedside, legs feeling like jello at his attempt to look under your bed for his apartment keys.

This wouldn’t be a problem at all, really; he kneels down all the time—for lunges during training (the bane of his existence if you ask him), for helping his Ma plant those herbs he’s sure she does for Osamu (he hates how the soil sticks to his skin), and for buckling the straps on your heels even, when you need him to (he doesn’t like it, only because he prefers you much more comfortable in softer shoes, unchafed ankles and all).

So, kneeling isn’t really that big of a deal for Atsumu—

—but you’re there, standing by the bathroom door, staring at him with overwhelming surprise, evidently anticipating something serious enough to bring tears to your eyes.

This is wrong. It isn’t at all what you’re thinking—he was just looking for his keys.

“‘Tsum…” you choke out, mouth partially covered by your shaky hand.

Fuck, if this isn’t the worst way he could possibly do this.

He’s sure his eyes are wide, brows furrowed by a mixture of worry and regret.

“Wait,” he holds two hands up, slowly coming to a stand, “S’not what ya think.”

This is seriously the dumbest way he could fuck this up.

The expression on your face drops, warmth rushing to your cheeks. If Atsumu could describe how you look, he’d call it worse than heartbreak—the horror in your eyes flashing embarrassment and the creases between your brows screaming rejection; what once were lifted cheeks have now sunk, turning into an undeniable frown.

There are tears threatening to spill from your lash line, for a different reason now, he thinks, and it’s all his fault—it makes his heart break that he’s the sole culprit.

And the sick thing is, despite all this, he still finds you the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, backlit by a halo of fluorescent white that he’s tempted to drop everything he originally planned just to do it right now.

“O-oh,” you mumble, “sorry, I just thought–” you close your eyes, taking a deep breath, “nevermind, that was stupid of me, Tsum.”

When you open your eyes, a single tear falls, and he tries not to comment on how you wipe it quickly, feigning a smile as you walk past him, mumbling something about making breakfast and preparing his lunch for when he heads out.

And, well, he feels shitty, that’s for sure. One, for making you cry, and two, for even making you think, just for a second, that he doesn’t want to marry you.

It wasn’t stupid of you to assume he was proposing at all. He’s hinted at it enough in the past few years, calling you ‘the misus’ enough times when mentioning why he’s heading home early from post-game dinners and parties. His Ma keeps a photo of you and him in his childhood home, and Osamu’s given you a family discount at Onigiri Miya now, too (which is only 1% higher than the friends one, but it’s the fact that he considers you as family that makes it feel much larger).

He likes coming home to you, likes that you don’t force him to do anything. That if he chooses to stay out, it’s all fine by you—he’s just stopped looking for that kind of life anymore; it’s a lot more fun getting to cuddle up on the couch with you.

His legs still tingle, and he crouches down again with a big sigh. The silver key is there, glistening from the light directed from his phone, and he reaches to grab it, fishing for the metal that, if he’s being quite honest, hasn’t fully served its purpose in the past three years anyway.

Four years together, and Atsumu has lived with you for most of them. The only reason you still have separate places by name is because of the apartment he owns in Osaka, meant for training season and game days.

Other than that, home has always been your place.

And lately, he’s been thinking of moving somewhere where home can now officially be both of yours—it’s the whole reason he was looking for his keys in the first place, with property managers and realtors coming in to assess the space.

The new place—he’s hoping for it to be somewhere in the middle of both you and him, maybe a bit bigger, who knows? He was planning to ask you about it after the proposal—the one he’s planned and has been trying so hard to keep a secret from you.

It’s a miracle he’s managed to keep it this hush so far. He’s got the ring, the venue, the speech, and has even asked Osamu to take the video (even though he knows he’ll never let him live down every jitter and stutter he’s bound to make). And the date, the oh-so-important Valentine’s day that you’ll both remember forever.

The living room is awfully quiet when he steps into it, no sign of you and your usual humming to whatever song’s been stuck in your head. He walks to the kitchen counter, eyeing a plate of eggs with a bit of fried rice; you packed his lunch, just like you always have—fatty tuna with some rice and vegetables on the side.

Atsumu thinks he could cry, his upper lip already trembling as he stares at the piece of paper in front of him.

Written in your delicate handwriting is a short note: ‘grabbing some grocery, be back later.’ signed with nothing—no ‘love you’, no ‘see you later’, no x’s and o’s. Just nothing. It sucks even more because the grocery is your place, your one escape when he’s upset you enough that you can’t even look at him.

Yet, you still made him breakfast, and you still packed his lunch—that’s the only thing giving him hope that he hasn’t fully fucked this up.

“Samu, I think am g’na die.”

The scenery beside him whizzes past quickly, creating a blur of blue, green, and white. His head leans against the window, and he adjusts an earbud, increasing the volume to hear the call better.

Osamu sighs on the other end, the sound of clinking pans and crinkling plastic muffled in the background.

“Y’said that t’Ma the last time, what’s it now?”

Atsumu groans, the memory still fresh in his mind; when he called his Ma a little over three years ago, he was a stuttering mess, breath unsteady and voice shaky at 1:00 a.m. The pounding in his chest would not stop, he thought for sure he was going to have a heart attack.

His Ma diagnosed him all right, called it a serious case of ‘in love with you’—because, when he recounted everything he could have done to cause any potential uptick of his heart rate, all he could talk about was you. How you held his hand and laughed at his jokes, called him handsome even when he was sweaty and gross; how you nursed him to health even though he was probably stinky and dehydrated from an insane diarrhea episode.

All these years later, and he’s even more in love with you.

“I fucked it up, ‘Samu. The plan ‘n everythin’? Poof.” he gestures with his hands, even though he knows audio call doesn’t allow him to be seen. “Dunnow if there’ll even be ‘nyone t’propose to.”

Then, he tells Osamu everything—the search for his keys, kneeling on the floor, the mistaken proposal but how he would have done it there, how he wanted to but didn’t because he actually managed to plan something and didn’t want to throw it away.

But then he said it all wrong, then you cried, and he really did mess it up; he wasn’t even able to say goodbye. He’s miss-called you thrice and you’ve only replied with ‘can’t talk right now.’ (which he knows is suggested text because you always say ‘later, baby.’ or something else more time-efficient).

“Ya dumbass,” Osamu sighs again, words still sharp but tone a bit more rounded, “just give it time, ‘n stop catastrophizin’. Y’ve put y’self in stupider situations ‘n hav always made it somehow.”

Atsumu feels like crying, again, but Osamu’s always right. He lets out a tear or two, maybe a sob for another five minutes, and when he recovers into small sniffles, Osamu tells him to get some sleep to clear his head—he’s holding the line in Onigiri Miya during peak time.

His Osaka apartment feels even emptier than usual even though it shouldn’t be all that different. Meetings with realtors and property managers finished an hour ago and all they need is the go signal from him before they put the property up for lease.

He was supposed to stay here until the end of the week, to meet with PR for sponsorship deals and brand campaigns throughout the year. But, the only (non-suggested) text he received from you today was an indication that you were home and heading in early for bed (which, he knows is a lie, because a new episode of your favorite show is airing tonight and there’s no way you’re missing it after last week’s cliffhanger).

And he can’t, just can’t, leave you thinking that he doesn’t want to marry you.

So he decides, fuck it, and packs it up—books a last minute train ticket back to you and hopes to god that he gets the words right this time.

He’s never been this nervous in his life.

The olympics is a close runner-up, but nothing compares to this, standing outside your door with his finger hovering over the doorbell. It’s funny, because he has your keys, knows your passcode too—but it feels wrong entering your space without the assurance that you still want him to.

What makes him ring the bell is the sickening twist in his stomach that warns him: this fuck-up could make him lose you.

So he presses it once, then twice for good measure, and before he can do it thrice, you’re opening the door, in sweatpants and a hoodie (his hoodie) as you rub the puffiness out of your eyes.

You’re beautiful like this, too, he thinks—dressed in his clothes, staring at him with those eyes, standing in front of him and looking like the rest of his life.

“Please don’t break up wit’ me.”

The words stumble out of him freely, with barely any time for him to process it. Atsumu feels each pounding in his chest and knows now, just as his Ma said, that it’s all the love he has yet to let out.

“I–” he begins, hesitating. He’s still wearing the same joggers and bomber jacket from this morning.

His hands clench into fists and he pushes them in his pockets, unsure what to do with them; the bottom of his lip trembles and it’s starting to make sense why people tell him and Osamu apart by ‘the one who always cries’.

“T-this mornin’,” he looks up to find you leaning against your door, listening, “Was lookin’ ‘round cos I left mah keys on y’r bedroom floor.”

You nod, tilting your head to urge him on.

“And I was kneelin’,” he breathes out, “and y’thought it was somethin’ else, but I said it wasn’t. And I shouldn’t ‘av ‘cos it came out all wrong and it wasn’t what I planned. Then ya cried but still made me breakfast ‘n lunch and it was good, just like everythin’ ya make is. But ya went to the grocery, and baby,” he chokes up, tears falling, “‘m sorry. S’not what I meant. Please don’t break up wit’ me.”

Atsumu is a bumbling, stumbling, stuttering mess as he cries in front of you, his incoherent rambling a jumble of all his mixed-up feelings. He’s sure he looks like dumb as hell right now, a fully grown man in tears at your door—but your brows furrow in concern, jaw tightening as the pout on your lips deepen. Then, you take a step closer, arms stretched out to pull him into your shoulder for a hug.

This is why Atsumu loves you—

This is why Atsumu has never been more sure of the future he wants.

—because, even when he’s fucked things up and has made an absolute mess of himself, you’re always there, picking him right back up.

“T’sokay Tsum,” you hush, rubbing circles on his back, “there’s no need to explain.”

He sniffles, tucking his face against your neck. It’s impossible to miss the sadness underlying your comfort.

You’re wrong—it’s not okay, and he absolutely has to explain.

After he’s calmed down and the tears have subsided, he pulls away, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand and apologizing for all the snot he left on your hoodie.

You look confused and a little bit surprised as he takes a step back away from you, his hand immediately reaching inside the pocket of his joggers.

“Y’know I can’t keep anythin’ from ya, right, baby?” he flashes you a small smile, a little nervous.

You nod, because it’s true. Not a single birthday or celebration has ever surprised you because Atsumu’s always ruined it; he just can’t keep a secret from you. Either that, or things just never go accordingly.

“Well, I kept this one real good. Planned it ‘n all. Had everythin’ set.”

The velvet box in his pocket is smooth to the touch, his fingers turning it over. It feels tangible and real now, a moment’s away from his life being changed, forever.

He feels like crying again.

“Was g’na do it on Valentine’s, ‘cos I had it all rehearsed ‘n shit.”

Realization dawns on your face, eyes wide and your chest caught on hold—as if you’re expecting the wrong assumption again.

But when Atsumu gets down on one knee, reaching from his pocket to present to you a ring hidden in red velvet, his fingers tremble when he says, “Know s’not Valentine’s, but can I be your forever Valentine?”

You blink once, then the tears fall—the smile on your face is a little bit wobbly but an awful lot in love. You kneel on the floor with him, your hand reaching out to cup his cheek, pulling him in for a kiss.

The both of you are a tear-y mess on the floor, but when you part, he leans his forehead against yours, ring held up between his fingers as he asks just to be extra sure, “So… s’not a goodbye kiss is it?”

You smack him on the chest before slipping in your finger.

“S’a yes kiss, Tsum.”

thank you notes: @augustinewrites for suffering through this atsumu train with me & @soumies + @mysugu for helping me with tsumu characterisation and for listening to me ramble abt this fic!!

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

#sel I love you thank you for writing this and crafting with so much love bcs I felt it in every word #but also you didn’t see me reblog this 😇 BEHXHSGSHSKS #Sel’s tag 🍭✨#*through gritted teeth* atsumu miya #haikyuu!!#anime fic rec 📝#anime fic recs 📝

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daisy-room · 6 months ago

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Haikyuu Fic Recommendations for my Favorites

Ushijima

1. One Summer Day; unexpected love. Truly an amazing trope. This story takes place in high school and I want to eat the writing. Like it’s so good, and so beautifully done. (Not completed) @hiraethwa

Tendo

1. Custom Action Figure; this whole series is hilarious and I suggest checking it out. It made me smile and they have a lot of characters for it. @darthferbert

Oikawa

1. Supportive Boyfriend Oikawa; the way I simp over this man needs to be studied in a lab. These headcannons are literally adorable. Like I want all of this. I want him to teach me how to serve (totally don’t play volleyball it’ll be like when people pretend to not know how to play like pool) I love this man. @miksy63

2. Binary Stars; SMAU for my favorite boy like ever. It’s a little angsty but that’s to be expected when the characters don’t talk to each other smh. It’s fine in the end and it’s a nice short one, definitely worth the read @causenessus

3. Sweet Things; AHHHH! So cute!!!! Sweet things he does for you in the relationship. @cherrye

4. You Know How to Ball, I Know Aristotle; really cute Smitten Oikawa with a studious/nerdy reader. So fluffy I love it @lovingache

5. Pass, pass -oh smash; I may be a little biased but- I LOVE THIS. LITERALLY SO CUTE I ACTUALLY GIGGLED AND KICKED MY FEET. And I got a pretty amazing mutual out of it 😌 @chocolate-milk-enthusiast

6. In the spirit of matrimony; IT HURT SO BAD OMFG. GUYS I'M THROWING UP/POS @sokuroo

Iwaizumi

Catch me if I fall; AVE it hurt so bad guys, but it also healed me in some way. please go read literally anything that Ave writes!!! @hiraethwa

Bruised; I went feral over this fr. Like I haven't had time to finish it but what I have read it's literally so good omg. Guys please. I'm going to have to make a special section for some people fr. @/eggyrocks

Rot; GUYS PLEASE. I COULD GO ON ABOUT ROT FOR SO LONG. IF NOTHING ELSE ON THIS LIST PLEASE READ ROT. IT'S SO WELL WRITTEN AND IT JUST HITS SO HARD, LIKE THE PEOPLE ARE SO WELL THOUGHT OUT AND HUMAN. LIKE PLEASE READ THIS. THE ENDING IS SO SWEET AND PERFECT. @eggyrocks

Mattsun

Hot To Go; Dodger I fr love this. Like it's so funny and whimsy. AND it's Mattsun!!! It's so hard to find good Mattsun fics I swear </3 (mndi!!!!) @/nectardaddy

Kiyoko

1. Inked- Cute Smau where Y/N owns a tattoo shop and Kiyoko is a flower shop owner. This is really cute and brings a smile to my face with the antics of all the characters. @eggyrocks (they also have some other SMAUs I would say to consider checking out)

Bokuto

1. Secret S/O; various MSBY boys that during an interview accidentally reveal your relationship. This was another cute and funny one that you should definitely check out! @weneeya

Osamu

1. How deep is your love?; various people and headcannons about your relationship. If you can’t tell I’m a sucker for sweet sappy things. These are so sweet. @sweetheartsaku

2. Sharing an Umbrella; Pretty self-explanatory, you forget your umbrella and Osamu shares his with you. It’s really cute!!! @suplicyy

3. You're Here, that's the thing; Osamu. I love this man and it's childhood friends to lovers and sfdkjsjfdsfd WHEN I TELL YOU I ATE THIS UP OMG. @kirschteinoir

4. Time To Cool Off; I love love love this. Her stopping in to see him brings me joy. So much joy <333 him having to deal with the Karen is </3 like LET ME HELP!!!!! I'M IN CULINARY SCHOOL!!! @lou-struck

5. Interviewing to be the baker @ onigiri miya; WYR I LOVE THIS FIC. AS A BAKER MYSELF IT FILLS ALL OF MY NEEDS. I NEED OSAMU BIBLICALLY (you can decide what that means) LIKE MMMMM. @afyrian

Atsumu

1. He’s Trouble; Fratboy! Atsumu with a female reader. I just know this series is going to get more and more funny with each chapter and I’m very excited to see where it goes @lowkeyremi

2. Egoist; guys- I binged this whole thing in like one sitting. It was so well written. Like I enjoy that we got a choice at the end to forgive him and that we weren't forced to forgive him. It made me so skjfnskfbskdbfashkdf you know??? anyway this is def worth the read!! @suhkusa (mdni!!!)

Sakusa

This is My Solemn Vow; Prince and Princess Sakusa and Reader who get married and learn to love each other again. This is a slow burn and it’s beautifully written (not completed) @jinchuls 2. Domesticity; Sav!!!! This was adorable omg!! guys please if you need happy wholesome fluff read this <3333 @akaakeis

Kita

1. Behind the phone; THIS LITERALLY IS SO CUTE AND I THINK IT HEALED SOMETHING IN ME.@t4kalcvr (ongoing)

2. '88 Ford; Omg. I have so many things to say guys. I love this story, I know I keep saying that about the recs on this list but this fr made me giggle. I was giggling and kicking my feet and twirling my hair. The little things that made them love each other. The way that they care about each other. Yn isn't a pushover and can very well take care of herself. Omg this is fr fsjfbskhbshdf I love this. @nectardaddy

Suna

Take the edge off; Okay, so I read this on Ao3 first but this is legit so good. It made me so happy and I think it made me cry at least once. I'm not really a smut reader but I love how Honee writes smut- like idk it's digestible for me <3 I love how this is written, amazing. so many thoughts and emotions. @honeekyuu (minors DON'T interact.)

Caught in the web; I've been on a spiderman kick...I think it's eggy's fault with the poll and series they're doing. This is so cute though, like give me fifteen of them <3333 @sunafc

LOVE NOTES; OMG GUYS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. READ THIS!! IT'S SO FLIPPING CUTE. I LOVE THIS SERIES WITH MY WHOLE HEART AND I NEED ALL I CAN GET OF IT. @causenessus

Time of your life; FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. Omg guys is Suna in the favorites favorites now?? he has so many fics now...anyways- this fic was really cute!!!! I loved it so much!!!! @sunarots

Talk Too Much; guys, I don't think you understand how much I love this author. they seem to always hit the mark with the things they write. It brings me so much joy and skjbd I fr just can't put into words how much I love this story <33333 @/honeekyuu

Kuroo

1. Work Wife; You’re Kuroo’s work wife but when training a new person he gets jealous. The ending is so funny! I love it!!! @kaiijo

2. Work from Home; Kuroo is working from home and shenanigans ensue. This one is a little suggestive so be warned. @mewnbun

3. Ghost of You; Ave is a monster guys, like this is so well written and it hurts so bad omg. Like screaming, crying, throwing up all at once. This fic killed me. Like what do you mean they don't live happily ever after???? This destroyed me and I'm so excited for the spin-off series. @/hiraethwa

4. Lovebirds; This was so cute. I love him being her work husband. IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. I LIKE THAT HE WAS HER LITERALLY HER HUSBAND AT WORK. HJBBBBG I LOVE LOVE LOVE. @yogurtkags

Kai's Special Division!!!

This is author's who's works I love. Like literally everything they write! I shall link their masterlists here <333

Ness <3

Dodger <3

Honee (mdni)

Ave <3

Eggy <3

Wyr <3

Molly

Sav <3

Asha <3

I will be adding more to this as I find new recommendations :)

As you can see I definitely don’t have a favorite character 🥰 (note the sarcasm as Oikawa’s section is like 3 fics longer than everyone else)

psst- this is getting a lot of attention for some reason let me shamelessly plug myself @tulip-room (some of the fics are 18+ so minors and ageless blogs stay away from those but my fluff and angst fics go right ahead)

#kai is a simp #kai’s recommendations #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #daichi x reader #tendo x reader #ushijima x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #kuroo x reader #akaashi x reader #bokuto x reader #iwaizumi x reader #osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader

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soft-ris · 4 years ago

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🍙 Miya Osamu HC 🍙

Osamu hyping himself up in his head like “c’mon quit bein nervous, u just have to say ‘I like you’. It’s easy u can do it” before he confesses to u and that shit’s so CUTE AAAAAAAAA

#I’m in love with (1) onigiri man #hq_stuff

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leafsgarbage · 3 years ago

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if i was her pt.2 | i.h. / m.a.

A/N: ahhhh i didn’t expect my last one to be liked as much but thank you!

Synopsis: your twin sister has bested you in everything, and while you refuse to let go of the man you love, she has him in her clutches

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Pairings: timeskip!iwaizumi x f!reader, iwaizumi x bestfriend!reader, timeskip!atsumu x f!reader

Main Masterlist

pt.1

Maybe he said something else, you’re not too sure. You left pretty quickly after that. You didn’t want to go home to your sister, and you didn’t want to drive forever, so you called the only person who you could think of in something like this.

“Hey, are you home?” You mutter through the phone.

“Yea, y/n, what’s going on?”

You take a deep breath trying to steady yourself. “Can I come over?”

It doesn’t take you long to get there, once you do, you crumble in the embrace of your friend and he tries to soothe you best he can, but he’s not very good at handling these kinds of situations. Osamu was even worse. He came in the room and immediately backed out, but that was ok because he just went to go make you some food and came back with soup.

The boys found out what happened through your mumbled words and were seriously shocked to find out that Iwaizumi had fallen out of love with you.

“You know ‘Tsum,” you start. “All my life, everyone favored her over me. Everyone. My parents, my classmates, everyone. And Hajime was the one person who I thought was my own.” You shake your head because how foolish were you.

Atsumu puts a hand on your knee and soothes it. “If anyone understands how that feels, it’s me.” He chuckles. “I think over time, after we got separated, it stops feeling like that.”

“Yea,” you chuckle. “I feel like my own person at college, of course I missed my sister, but-”

“It’s nice to just be known as yourself.” He smiles at you nodding his head. “I get it y/n. I’m sorry Iwaizumi-san’s an idiot. If it counts for anything, you’re my favorite. Your sister is too perfect for me, well I guess she’s kinda imperfect now.”

“I’ll have to see her regardless.” You sigh. “I’m upset with her, but she’s still my sister.” You get up and sit at Atsumu’s desk to eat the soup Osamu left for you.

“I can get you out.” He shrugs. “It’s just my mom, ‘Samu, and I for Christmas, you can come over.”

You nod, smiling sadly. “Yea, that’ll work. Don’t think my parents really mind if I’m not home.” Your phone begins to ring and your heads shoot towards it. Your sister’s name pops up on the screen and you debate whether to pick it up or not. Atsumu hands it to you and you click your tongue before deciding to just answer. “Hello?”

“... Hi.” She says timidly. “Mom and Dad are wondering when you’ll be home.”

She sounds very wary of you, which you guess she should be. “I don’t know, maybe in like two hours.”

“Dinner is going to be ready soon-”

“I’m not coming home for dinner don’t worry, bye.” You let out a heavy breath after hanging up. “She just makes me so mad right now. I hate feeling this way.”

Osamu comes back in the room with some onigri on hand. “I’m trying out some new recipes at the restaurant, if you don’t mind taste testing.”

“Fuck yes.” Atsumu reaches out to take one only to get smacked on the hand by his brother.

“Ladies first, pig.” Atsumu grumbles at his brother. He was considering tackling him but he knew Osamu wouldn’t make the food again so he refrained.

You laughed at the rapport between the two and took one onigiri. “Thank you ‘Samu.”

Eventually, you had to go, but were fully intending on taking Atsumu up on the offer to spend Christmas at Casa De Miya.

“We’d love to have you over.” He reassured.

It was around 1am and all the lights were out. You slowly creeped in the house and went upstairs to your room.

When you opened the door you saw your sister laying there on your bed asleep. Maybe she was waiting for you to get home. You were about to gently wake her up until you saw a message pop up on her phone.

Goodnight Cece, you’re one of a kind.

And it made your blood boil all over again.

You slap your sister’s foot that was hanging off the bed and this immediately jolts her up. She was always a light sleeper. “Get out.” You said lowly as to not wake up your parents.

Your sister rubs at her eyes before grabbing your hand. “Can we talk y/n. Please.”

“Not really, I’m tired and upset and angry and betrayed and would like to go to sleep thanks.” You pull out some pajamas from your closet before beginning to get dressed.

Cecile sighs. “I wasn’t trying to go after him y/n. I was so happy that you and him were going to start dating and I knew he would take a good care of you. I thought it would be sweet to get to know him better if he was going to be spending time with you, honest. My intentions were completely innocent.”

Your back is to her and you’re glad. You’re glad she can’t see you struggling to hold back tears that want to fall. You’re sad because you know she’s telling the truth. You’re sad because you can’t bring yourself to hate her, but you hate everything that happens because of her.

She’s also beginning to tear up, but you don’t see it. You only hear it in her voice. “I don’t want you to hate me y/n. You’re my sister and I love you.”

“I don’t hate you.” Your sister relaxes a bit, but it’s only a fleeting feeling. “I just thought-” you choke back. “I thought that even though everyone thought you were better than I was, that you at least didn’t think that way. At least I found someone who wasn’t you that thought that.”

“Y/n, you know he doesn’t think that.”

You turn around to face her with a pointed look. “Please Cecile, don’t speak on his behalf.” It’s quiet between the two of you for a bit. “I thought that if anyone had my back... it was you. It was supposed to be you.” You let the tears fall, maybe she would finally see how distraught this whole ordeal has made you. “I don’t hate you, Cecile. But I don’t see you the same way- I don’t trust you the same way. Right now... I don’t really want to see you. I don’t want any apologies, I just want you to get out of my room before I freak out.”

Your sister shakes, upset from having severed this bond between the two of you. She feels and sees it break right before her eyes and she hates it. She truly loves you and has never felt the consequences of her actions more than right now.

She gets up quietly before giving you a short hug and exiting your room.

You turn off your lights and plop down on your bed hugging your baby blanket and crying into it to sleep.

The morning isn’t much better. You woke up pretty early to get out of the house before your sister woke up. Your mom was downstairs making eggs and you ate a bit before you went on your run.

“Are you and your sister alright?” She asks.

You shrug. “Not really no. You’re more than welcome to ask her why.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“Because you’d just tell me that I’m lying and that she would never do that.”

Your mother is taken aback by your sudden back talk as you’ve never been that way before. “Y/n l/n-”

You walk out the door before she has the time to say something. You put on your headphones, queued your playlist, and got to jogging.

You loved jogging near the hills, it had the best view of the sunrise and sunset and just beautiful scenery in general. This time allowed you to decompress. It was just you, the world around you was a blur.

You stop to take some pictures of the hill until you feel someone tap your shoulder. When you turn around your eyes widen. “Oh my god, Ru!” You throw your arms around his neck squeezing him tight to you. “When did you get back!”

Oikawa smirks. “I got back last night, couldn’t sleep so I came out to run to see if I could take a nap sometime today.”

A wide smile breaks out on your face. “It’s so good to see you! I missed you!”

“Me too, how’s everything?”

You flinch, but just shrug, not wanting to bother Oikawa about his best friend. “It’s alright, same old same old, what about you? How is Argentina!”

He shakes his head before bringing you back in to a hug. “I’ll tell you after you tell me how you really are, y/n.”

“Not great obviously. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m all talked out. Take my mind off of it. Tell me about you!”

You got him that’s for sure, because he goes on for so long about how he loves Argentina and his teammates and you couldn’t be happier for him. “You know, Iwa feels really bad.” He throws in.

You sigh shaking your head. “I’m sure he’ll be alright in the comfort of my sister.”

His eyes widen. “Oh. Yea he didn’t mention that part.” You nod to assure him it’s true. “In that case, fuck Iwaizumi, man.”

You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach for comfort. “Yea, I guess so Oikawa.”

After a bit, Atsumu joins the two of you on the run and you introduce them. To your surprise, they get along instantly. It’s different from the way Atsumu is with Osamu and how Oikawa is with Iwaizumi, you see that they have an understanding of each other.

“Awe man I wish I would’ve gone to high school with you guys.” Atsumu states.

“You should’ve seen y/n, she was crazy.”

You scoff at the setter rolling your eyes. “I was not crazy.”

He rolls his right back at you. “Yea ok.” He leans closer to Atsumu to whisper to him. “She’d make other teams cry.”

“Ok you’re done.” You scold.

Oikawa puts his hands up in surrender, still laughing. “I gotta head back anyway, it was good seeing you y/n. Nice to meet you Atsumu.”

“Right back at ya.” He points at Oikawa as he runs away. “Is it just me or-”

“Does he run a little funny? Yea. I don’t know what it is but, it’s definitely there.” The setter laughs wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Let’s go grab something to eat.”

The two of you go to a quiet little store to eat. You have a good time as Atsumu makes you laugh and takes your mind off of your current situation. He was genuine and meant every word that he said.

“I’m proud of ya y/n. I think it’s great that you can play volleyball and get your degree at the same time. I know you can do it.” He praises.

It feels great coming from him because you know how honest he is. “And what about you? Nominated for a setter award.”

He chuckles it off. “You know me.” The waiter comes around with the check and he grabs it hastily. “This ones on me.”

He’s even a gentleman as he walks you back to your house. “You can come in and hang out if you’re not busy.”

“Just for a bit, I promised Ma I’d help her with the outside decorations.” He says.

You make your way inside. “Awe, send me a picture when they’re all done!”

He promises to do so as you take your shoes off in the living room. “Mom.” You call out. “Dad?”

The two of you walk into the dining room only to find your sister and Iwaizumi sitting down eating with your parents. “Hi y/n,” your dad says. “Do you guys want to eat with us?”

“Good morning Mister and Misses l/n.” Atsumu greets.

You avoid looking at your sister and Iwaizumi because you don’t want to feel angry, not when you’ve been in such a good mood. “We already ate, thank you. I was just going to let you know I’m gonna help Atsumu and his mom with Christmas decorations.”

“Alright, will you be back for dinner?” Your mom asks this time.

“Probably not. Atsumu’s brother cooks really well, so he’ll probably make dinner.” You say.

“Ok, don’t come back too late.” Your mom goes back to eating dinner.

The two of you leave the house and you try to hurry because you heard Iwaizumi excuse himself from the table. “I’m sorry I invited myself to your house.” You apologize to Atsumu.

“It’s all good, I’m sure Ma will love to have you over.” He assures you with a warm smile and you know it’s all ok.

“Y/n, can we talk.” Your walking headache announces on the porch of your house.

You sigh and walk towards Iwaizumi planning to cut him short. “Listen Iwaizumi,” if he’s caught off-guard by your sudden formality, he doesn’t show it. “I talked to my sister already. I really, really don’t feel like talking to you anytime soon. Just give me some space, and I’ll get back to you in like seven to ten business days. Ok?” Atsumu chuckles behind you from your little comment.

Iwaizumi doesn’t say anything and you take that as your cue to leave. As you walk you hear him whisper, “I’m sorry, y/n,” before going back in the house. You still for a moment, but keep it moving.

You enjoy a nice evening with the Miyas; hanging ornaments, turning on lights, making hot cocoa, the whole lot. Atsumu gives you a hug when it’s all over and you hug him back.

“Hey look.” He grabs something from one of the bins. “It’s mistletoe, c’mere y/n.”

“No!” You shriek running away from him. He laughs chasing you around the house, you giggling and trying to find somewhere to go. He catches you of course and locks an arm around you.

The two of you are trying to catch your breaths, smiling wide. “Gotcha.”

You chuckle. “Guess so.” He keeps holding mistletoe above you just when you think he’s about to let go, he leans in and you just let him.

Wow.

A/N: I’m sorry I disappeared again LMAO. It just happens like that sometimes.

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yamagucji · 4 years ago

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Things they do out of love

to show that love isn’t always explicit

OIKAWA corrects your food order even when you tell him not to mind it. “excuse me, they asked for (/no) pickles” while ignoring the feeling of your hand nudging his arm. he will absolutely not let your order fly off the roof like that. oikawa calls it ‘standing up for you.’ you tell him that he’s the real bully.

KITA cleans you up with a warm cloth when you’re passed out on the couch from exhaustion. he’d be extremely careful with it too; gently rubbing the cloth on your arms and over your face. if the cloth starts to get cold mid-way, kita will go back to get it warmed up again.

BOKUTO won’t move beside your sleeping figure even when his arms go numb. you’d have your head on his arm for way too long but he can almost never find it in himself to move in case he’d accidentally stir you awake. you’ll never know the pain he goes through because bokuto wouldn’t dare tell you.

KIYOKO offers you a small plate of carefully cut fruits and vegetables — or rather, slides it over to your desk and leaves the room like nothing happened. sometimes you won’t even be in the room when it happens, so it’s a warm surprise to come back to.

TERUSHIMA gets a to-go order when he’s hanging out with his friends so he can come home and surprise you with food. it could even just be a burger or a small order of fries that he chose not to eat because he knows how much you love them.

KAGEYAMA heard that you really liked this thing so he came back with over 10 packs of the same product. be it a snack, facial product, or whatever the heck it is; it’s going to show up on your kitchen counter. can you even see the counter at this point? kageyama happens to pass by just as you see his surprise and he only says, “i heard you like them...”

USHIJIMA covers you with a blanket when you happen to fall asleep unintentionally. he’d pick out your favorite one too. if you happen to fall asleep on the couch, he’d be on guard with the possibility of you falling off (because it’s happened before). turn a little too much, and he’ll gently push you right back.

IWAIZUMI offers to put lotion on your back but always ends up massaging you as he’s lathering the product on your skin. it’s mostly intentional, since he wants to make sure you’re well taken care of. don’t worry if you accidentally fall asleep because of his massage.

YAMAGUCHI will do your laundry and fold your clothes before you wake up sometimes. he knows how hard you work, and how hard it can be to get up. so he’ll tip-toe into your room and take care of your chores as a way to let you get some more rest. and, no need to thank him (as he always insists).

TENDOU switches everyone’s attention on to him so that you don’t have to face the anxiety of speaking up. his attempts aren’t that noticeable — until one day you’re with a group of friends and they ask you to narrate a game. just as you’re beginning to stutter your way to it, tendou volunteers to do it instead. he sees relief on your face, to which he smiles at.

OSAMU would stay up to make onigiri’s for your potluck even when you insist that he should go to bed instead. it’s about 1 am by now, and your eyes have already started to droop along with your shoulders. osamu takes one look at you and assures you that he can finish the rest on his own; “i’m not tired yet,” he promised.

YACHI adds a little more to your plate of food because she knows how much you love that specific dish. it’s pretty noticeable too, so you confronted her about it once. but yachi simply denied and said that it was all unintentional, and that it’s fine because she doesn’t really like it as much as you do.

ARAN leaves a cup of water on your nightstand. once you woke up in the middle of the night with a dry throat, and ever since then he’s always insisted that you have a glass of water nearby. you always forget, he knows, that’s why he makes a note to get you one before he leaves for the day.

SAKUSA scolds you about not having appropriate clothing for the weather. so he sacrifices a piece of his for your comfort. it doesn’t matter — it could be pouring outside, snowing, or simply burning hot, sakusa’s instincts are to take care of you. your health is a priority to him as well, don’t ever forget it.

AKAASHI will wait in an extremely long line and let you wander about as he waits. you offered to do the waiting instead but he insisted that he’d rather do it than go shopping around the mall. just don’t forget to bring him back a bit of food or something so he doesn’t get too bored waiting.

KUROO takes a couple minutes out of his day to remind you to eat, drink water, and take your meds if you have to. he actually has reminders set on his phone (because even he forgets). don’t think of it as pestering you, kuroo simply wants to make sure that you’re taking care of yourself even when he’s not there.

AONE will listen to you rant about your favorite thing even if he doesn’t really get it. please, do help this man out. you could be five minutes into your topic and he still wouldn’t understand. but it’s okay, judging by the soft smile on his face, he seems to be enjoying it.

TSUKISHIMA isn’t afraid to shush guests when you’re sleeping in the other room. he knows that you have trouble sleeping sometimes, so he’ll try and help you out in subtle ways — though not so subtle when he’s whisper-yelling at kageyama and hinata to keep their big mouths shut because they’ll wake you up.

KENMA leaves the bedroom with little to no silence so he won’t accidentally wake you up when he goes to stream. he likes to check in from time to time during his little breaks, making sure that he hasn’t woken you up at all. if he notices that your blanket or pillow has fallen, he’ll simply tuck it back in as if nothing had happened. though, he’d probably make light fun of you the next morning.

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onigirintarou · 3 years ago

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Put A Ring On It

Sure, Osamu’s happy for his brother. He’s finally got the partner of his dreams. And the cherry on top of it all is the ring that Atsumu’s partner has on their finger. It’s a beautiful speckled diamond that their grandmother had passed down to their mother. The only problem being that Osamu wanted to propose to you, his own partner, with that ring.

~800 words. Miya Osamu x reader. Fluff

A/N: Let it be known to all that I am a sucker for (1) onigiri man.

Osamu is livid. Of course, he still liked the Instagram post. He is still a good brother after all, unlike that good-for-nothing asshole who happened to share the same face as him.

Ignoring your amused look, he punches in his brother’s number on his phone.

“Samu!” his brother greets jovially.

“Atsumu,” he hisses and then takes a breath in an attempt to calm himself. It doesn’t work.

“Wanna explain to me why the ever loving fuck, ya got Obachan’s ring on your fiancée’s finger?”

Your eyebrows raise and most of the amusement you felt just moments before vanishes. You know that tone. You’ve only ever heard your boyfriend use that same tone when he was berating a creep who was making one of the cashiers at Onigiri Miya uncomfortable.

Your boyfriend is absolutely pissed.

Seconds pass and you wince as the volume from both Osamu’s phone and Osamu himself sharply increases. You know that pretty soon this exchange will devolve into a screaming match and decide to move off the couch to calm your boyfriend down.

You reach for him and wrap your arms around his back. You can feel his tense muscles relax just a smidge, but the irritated look on his face remains. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you begin to leave light kisses along the side of his neck. “Osamu,” you mumble as you reach for the phone in his hand.

His eyes flicker to you and you can see his expression soften. However, before you can claim your victory, you hear Atsumu’s voice on the other end of the call.

“Ain’t ya happy for me, ya scrub?!”

Osamu sighs and begins to rub at his forehead in frustration. “Of course I am, ya absolute dumbass!”

“Then, what’s your goddamn problem?” his brother screams.

“I wanted to use that ring to propose to Y/N!” your boyfriend roars in response and you freeze.

His eyes nearly bulge out of their socket as the realization of what he’s just said hits him like a freight truck. You would laugh if all air hadn’t also been knocked out of you.

Atsumu continues to rage on the other end of the call, but even his loudest yells aren’t heard as you and Osamu stare at each other.

You take the phone from him and hang up on Atsumu. You clear your throat. God, when did your mouth get so dry?

“You want to propose to me?” you ask.

Osamu’s mouth opens then closes. He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck and his eyes fail to meet yours.

“If I do, what would you say?” he whispers.

You wring your hands together in an attempt to control yourself, but the grin is already there threatening to split your face.

“Why don’t you find out?” Your hand reaches up to caress his cheek and he automatically leans his head against it.

He says your name softly and places a soft kiss on the palm of your hand. His eyes find yours and you’re overwhelmed.

“I want to marry you, Y/N. Would you maybe want to marry me too?”

You launch yourself into his arms and bury your head into his shoulder.

“Maybe,” you whisper into his ear.

He almost drops you.

“Maybe?” he repeats with his eyes wide.

You place your pointer finger and thumb on your chin and pose as if you’re thinking things through. “I don’t know, Samu. I mean, you didn’t even get down on one knee. Not to mention, I don’t see a ring,” you tease.

He rolls his eyes at you good-naturedly.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to marry you anymore,” he grumbles.

You scoff and playfully hit his broad chest. He clutches his heart as if he’s been wounded.

“Oh, now, I definitely don’t want to marry you anymore,” he states.

“Samu!” you whine.

He chuckles. “You know I’m kidding darling,” he says as he wraps you back in his arms.

You hum contentedly. “And you know that you could propose to me with a ring pop and I’d say yes, right?”

He pulls away from you and you whine, this time, at the loss of contact. He shoots you a wink as he moves to grab his coat off of the rack. You stare, wondering what had gotten into him but he just gestures for you to follow.

“Where are we headed?” you ask as he locks the apartment door.

“The konbini downstairs,” he replies casually.

This makes you abruptly stop in your steps. “What the fuck? I thought you were proposing?” you can’t help the words that fall out in your confusion.

He turns to you and lightly flicks your forehead. “I’ll still be doing that, dummy.”

#miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x y/n #osamu #haikyuu #miya atsumu has no idea what he did to deserve being yelled at #it happens though #hazel.writes

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dadbodosamu · 3 years ago

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only you || part iii

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: shower sex, oral (m receiving), snowballing, semi-public sex, mild degradation, spit, squirting, daddy kink

4.1k words

also i forgot to tag them in the last part but thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this!!

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

In the morning, Osamu was once again sliding into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and hummed in your ear as he settled down.

“Good morning, baby,” he muttered.

“Morning,” you mumbled, shimmying closer to him. You yawned and rolled to face him.

“Beautiful,” Osamu said, kissing your forehead. You smiled tiredly.

“Handsome,” you said, kissing his nose.

“Shower with me?” He asked. You hummed in agreement. He rolled you out of the bed, pulling you into your attached bathroom.

You pushed your shorts down to your ankles as Osamu pulled your shirt off.

“Cute,” he said, pinching your nipple playfully.

“We should start the shower,” you mumbled as Osamu leaned down in front of you.

“Mhmm,” he hummed, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.

“Samu,” you breathed as he sucked at your nipple.

“Just can’t get enough of ya,” he mumbled against your skin.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as he swapped over to your other nipple.

“Yer sweet, lil’ body, so responsive,” Osamu said as your back arched, pushing your breasts into his face.

You pulled him up by his hair to press your lips together. He stood up, lifting you by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around him as he pushed you against the shower wall.

“Samu,” you moaned. You tugged his hair as he kissed down your neck. “No-no bruises.”

“Just blame Bokuto again,” he mumbled, sucking at your skin.

“At least leave them where I can hide them,” you said. He moved lower, kissing and biting over your breasts.

Osamu pulled back as you whined.

“Shower,” he said. You sighed as you stepped out of the shower and watched as Osamu started the water. Once the water had warmed up, you stepped under the water flow.

“How can ya stand it that hot?” Osamu complained, following you under the water. He hissed as the water hit his back and quickly spun you around so the water was hitting your back. You laughed.

“Just turn it down, babe,” you giggled, turning the cold water up.

“Just turn it down, babe,” he mocked, caging you against the shower wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Imitation is the highest form of flattery,” you said, pecking his lips.

He moved in closer to you, deepening the kiss. He lifted you by your thighs, wrapping your legs around him as the warm water coated your body.

“Samu, don’t drop me,” you mumbled against his lips. He lined up his cock with your entrance, teasing you with just the tip.

“Not gonna drop ya, princess,” he grunted. His cock slid into you slowly, drawing a long, low moan from your lips.

“Samu,” you moaned, tightening your legs around him. He rolled his hips against yours, forcing his cock deeper.

“Feels good, baby?” Osamu asked. “Feels so good havin’ ya wrapped around my cock, princess.”

“Feels good having you in me, daddy,” you said, digging your nails into Osamu’s skin.

“Ah, no marks, princess,” Osamu said, smiling at you teasingly. You kissed him deeply.

“Just not where they can show,” you said, pulling away from him. He buried his face in your neck and smiled against your skin. He snapped his hips up making you moan loudly.

“Samu, please,” you moaned, moving your hips against his. “Wanna cum.”

He reached between you and rubbed your clit in time with his slow thrusts.

“Not stopping you,” he said. You cried out as your stomach tightened.

“Samu, please!” You cried. “Harder please!”

Osamu rubbed your clit furiously as your walls clenched around him.

“Come on, baby,” he grunted. “Cum around daddy’s cock.”

Your stomach tightened and your walls fluttered as your juices squirted out.

“Cum in me, please, daddy,” you begged as you gushed around him. “Want you to breed me.”

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed as his cock twitched in you. “Want my babies, huh? Want me to knock ya up?”

You nodded as you pressed your chest against his. “Wanna make you a daddy.” Osamu groaned as he emptied his balls into your cunt.

“Fuck, yer too much for me, princess,” Osamu breathed, dick falling limply from you. You laughed as his cum leaked from your hole.

“Old man,” you teased as Osamu gently set you on your feet.

“Only four years older than ya, princess,” Osamu said, pecking your lips.

You two showered quickly after that as the water continued to cool down. By the time you were stepping out, you were shivering from the cold water.

“Aw, come here, baby,” Osamu said, wrapping a towel around you and pulling you against his body. “Let me warm ya up.”

“Th-thanks,” you stuttered, shivering in his arms.

“Y/n!” You jumped as your mom’s voice rang out. You pushed away from Osamu, stepping into your room where your mom was poking her head in from the hallway.

“Mom! Hi!” You exclaimed, rushing over to stop her from coming all the way in. “What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Had to come back and grab my phone,” she said. “Where’s Osamu? His phone’s in our bedroom but I don’t see him anywhere.”

“I think he said he had to run by the restaurant,” you said. “Must’ve forgotten his phone.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. “Well, I’m going to take the car to work, so let Osamu know when he gets back.”

“No problem,” you said.

“Bye, sweetie, love you,” she called, walking down the hallway.

“Love you, too,” you called after her. You waited until you heard the car pull away before running back to the bathroom where Osamu was standing, looking like he’d had the most silent panic attack ever.

“She’s gone,” you breathed. “That was a close one.”

Osamu let out a long breath, his whole body relaxing.

“A close one,” he laughed, coldly. “My whole life flashed before my eyes.”

“Tell me about it,” you said. “I thought she was going to come in.”

“We have to start being more careful,” Osamu said. You nodded in agreement.

“Come on, let’s just get ready, the game’s soon,” you said. You smacked Osamu’s ass as he walked past you.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Osamu said. You smirked at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Who says I can’t finish it?”

“If we miss the subway, I’m going to cry,” you threatened as Osamu slowly got dressed. “Do you want me to cry?”

“I dunno, are you a cute cryer?” He asked, going through his closet to find a shirt.

“I won’t be if we miss the game,” you said, laying back on Osamu’s bed.

“Black or white?” Osamu asked, holding up two Onigiri Miya shirts.

“Samu,” you whined. “They’re the same shirt!”

“Black or white?” He asked again. You huffed.

“Black,” you said. “Do you only own Onigiri Miya shirts?”

“Pretty much,” Osamu said, shrugging. He tugged on the shirt and held his hand out for you. You grabbed it and let him pull you into a sitting up position. “Are you sure you don’t want to wear something else?”

You smiled widely as you smoothed down your sundress. “How else am I going to seduce Bokkun to join us for dinner?”

“I’ll kill him if he looks at you for more than three seconds,” Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. His arms wrapped around you and he held you tightly against his body. “Also, no cutesie nicknames for him.”

“You do know I have to make it believable that he and I hooked up, right?” You asked.

“Just tell him ya hooked up with someone yer mom won’t approve of, which ya did, and that ya lied to her about who it was, which ya did,” Osamu said. “The best lies are ones that hold a touch of truth.”

“Oh and you’d know all about this, how, Mr. Lies?” You asked, looking up at him.

“I’ve been avoiding fucking my wife for a week,” Osamu said. “I know how to lie.”

“I’ll remember that,” you said.

“I would never lie to ya, baby,” Osamu said, pecking your lips.

“Better not,” you mumbled, kissing him again. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

Osamu’s hand was permanently pulling your dress down as the two of you travelled to the game. At the game, Osamu offered his hoodie to drape over your bare knees after you took a seat.

“Samu, stop,” you hissed as he tugged your dress down in a vain attempt to cover your knees as you sat. “I’m going to end up flashing everyone here my boobs.”

“Well now I have a new fear,” he said, thrusting his hoodie into your arms. “Aren’t ya cold? Put my hoodie on.”

“Will you leave me alone and let me watch the game if I put the hoodie on?” You asked. He nodded, scowling at a guy that had glanced at you a little too long.

You pulled the hoodie on, content as you watched the game, if not a little warm.

After the game, which MSBY had won 3-1 over the Adlers, you let Osamu lead you down to the court where the boys were all excited to see you.

“Y/n! Did you see my last spike?!” Bokuto exclaimed, spinning you around in a tight hug.

“You were amazing! All of you!” You exclaimed once he sat you down.

“Y/n, this is our captain, Meian Shugo,” Sakusa said, introducing you to their tall, handsome captain.

“This is Y/n, my new niece!” Atsumu exclaimed, tossing his arm over your shoulders.

“L/n Y/n, I’m a big fan,” you said, bowing lowly to him. “It’s an honour to meet you.”

“You’re the setter that these guys won’t stop talking about,” Meian said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You smiled widely as the guys made their way to the locker rooms and Osamu was dragging you through hallway after hallway until he shoved you into a supply closet and pushed you down to your knees.

“Ya look so fuckin’ hot wearin’ my clothes,” Osamu said, undoing his jeans and tugging them down. “I really, really want ya suckin’ my cock, right now.”

You wasted no time, immediately taking the pierced tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the cool, metal of his piercing.

“Bokuto, the fuckin’ idiot, flashed everyone your cute lil’ lace panties,” Osamu growled, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Thought Hinata was gonna cum in his shorts.”

You moaned around him.

“Oh, ya like that? Hinata’s probably jerkin’ his cock right now, jus’ thinkin’ ‘bout yer lil white, lace panties, barely hidden under yer lil dress,” Osamu said, pushing your head down, forcing more of his cock in your mouth. You moaned again, the vibrations drawing a low moan from Osamu’s throat. “S’too bad that’s all he’s ever gonna get. Yer my lil cock whore, isn’t that right, baby?”

You hummed as he let your head up for you to take a breath. As soon as oxygen filled your lungs, Osamu was forcing you back down on his cock.

“Come on, suck my cock, princess,” he groaned. “Before I fuck yer throat.”

You hollowed your cheeks and forced yourself to take more of his cock down your throat. The corners of your lips burned with the stretch and you forced the urge to gag down as you bobbed your head on his cock.

“Fuck, good girl, takin’ daddy’s cock so well,” Osamu groaned. “Should cum on yer fuckin’ face, just to show everyone who ya belong to.”

You clenched your thighs together as you pulled back and teased his piercing with your tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” Osamu choked out as his cock twitched in your mouth. “Hold it in your mouth.”

You hummed as his cock twitched again.

“Fuck,” he moaned, throatily, as he spilled into your mouth. Your eyes watered as salty cum filled your mouth and leaked down your chin.

“Come ‘ere,” Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. He kissed you deeply. You pushed the cum into his mouth and grinned when he pulled back. “Open.”

Your mouth fell open and you moaned as he spat his cum back onto your waiting tongue.

“Swallow,” he mumbled, watching as his cum dripped from your tongue. You swallowed and opened your mouth to show him. “Good girl.”

Osamu pulled his hoodie off of you and wiped your chin clean with it before folding it over his arm.

“Come on, let’s go before they start wondering where we are,” Osamu said, tugging you out of the closet.

“We still have to talk to Bokkun,” you said, following Osamu closely.

“Talk to Bokuto about what?”

You jumped nearly in Osamu’s arms when you heard Atsumu from behind you.

“Tsumu! How long have you been there?!” You exclaimed, turning on your heel to face him.

“Long enough,” Atsumu said. He reached out and wiped at your chin with his thumb. “Heard something about ‘cumming on yer face to show who ya belong to’. Didn’t think he’d actually do it.” Atsumu casually wiped his thumb on his jeans.

“We can explain,” Osamu said.

“Yer fucking yer stepdaughter,” Atsumu said, crossing his arms.

“I, um, yeah, I guess so,” Osamu said, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s more than that, Tsumu.”

“A whole affair,” Atsumu said.

“You can’t tell my mom!” You exclaimed. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Atsumu asked, smirking.

“I’ll kill ya,” Osamu threatened.

“Chill out, it was a joke,” Atsumu said, holding his hands up. “Besides, I don’t plan on telling her. Frankly, I don’t care.”

“Ya want something,” Osamu said, narrowing his eyes at Atsumu.

“Let me have a turn,” Atsumu said. Osamu stepped in front of you, pushing you behind him.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I’d kill ya,” Osamu said. “We’ve shared in the past but Y/n is different.”

“Osamu,” you cooed.

“I really, really like her,” Osamu said, ignoring you. “Like, it could be love one day.”

You melted a little. Your face softened and you hugged your arms around Osamu’s waist.

“Fine, fine,” Atsumu said. “I won’t say anything. I’ll even be yer cover.”

“What do you want?” Osamu asked.

“Free food whenever I go to any Onigiri Miya,” Atsumu said. “And maybe just one kiss.”

“Free food for a year and a kiss on the cheek,” Osamu bargained.

“Free food for a year and a real kiss,” Atsumu said. “With tongue.”

“What are we, in high school?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Free food for two years and a peck,” Osamu said. “And I won’t even kick ya after the kiss.”

“Or hit me at all!” Atsumu said.

“Fine,” Osamu said.

“Deal,” Atsumu said, smirking. “Come ‘ere, doll.”

Osamu stepped to the side, letting you move closer to Atsumu.

“No tongue,” you warned, before leaning in. Atsumu swiped his tongue along your bottom lip as you kissed him. You stomped his foot as you jerked away.

“Worth it,” Atsumu said, smiling victoriously.

“Shut up,” you said as Osamu wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He kissed your temple.

“Hope my cum tastes good,” Osamu said, smirking wickedly. Atsumu’s face dropped as he gagged.

“Ew! Gross, I demand a redo after she brushes her teeth!” Atsumu exclaimed, following after the two of you. You and Osamu laughed loudly as he complained behind you.

“Bokuto couldn’t make it?” Your mom asked as she sat the food on the table.

“That’s why we brought Atsumu to replace him,” you said, smiling widely.

Atsumu smiled at your mom wryly. “M/n,” he said.

“Atsumu,” your mom said, barely containing her glare. “I’m so glad you could come.”

“I’m sure,” Atsumu said.

You and Osamu awkwardly loaded food onto your plates as your mom and Atsumu glared at each other.

“So, how was work?” You asked.

“Oh, it’s terrible!” Your mom exclaimed. “Just the worst!”

“Oh? What happened?” Osamu asked, slurping up his soup.

“I have to work in Tokyo for the next week!” Your mom said. You bit your lip to keep from smiling.

“Oh, no! That’s awful,” you said. “But Tokyo, that’s nice.”

“It’s just now I really won’t get to see you,” your mom said, pouting.

“Maybe I could extend my trip a little,” you said. “That way when you get back we can still have a day or two just us.”

“Oh, as long as Osamu doesn’t mind having you here,” your mom said.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Osamu said. “This is her house, too.”

“Okay, then, that’s settled! We have to have a girls day when I get back,” your mom said. “I feel like I’ve just been pawning you off on Osamu this whole week.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” Atsumu snarked. You kicked him in the shin.

“I don’t mind,” Osamu said. “It’s father daughter bonding.”

“Oh, it’s bonding all right,” Atsumu muttered. You kicked him again. He hissed in pain.

“What was that?” Your mom asked.

“Just said that bonding is nice,” Atsumu said.

“So, when do you leave?” You asked.

“Tomorrow morning, around 5,” she said. “Way before you two will be up.”

“Are you taking the train?” Osamu asked. Your mom shook her head.

“I’m taking the car, hope you don’t mind,” she said.

“It’s fine, we’ll probably just hang around here, anyway,” Osamu said.

Atsumu smirked as he sipped his tea.

“We have that pick up game later this week,” you said. “With Bokkun, Hinata, and Sakusa.”

“It’ll be great, we’re gonna crush you,” Atsumu said.

“You don’t even know the teams yet,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Me, Omi-kun, and Shoyo versus ya, Samu, and Bokuto,” he said.

“That’s not fair! You three are all professionals! You take Samu!” You exclaimed.

“Ya don’t want me on yer team? I’m hurt,” Osamu said, clutching his heart.

“Against three pros? No, I don’t want you on my team,” you said. “I want Sho-kun!”

“Rock, paper, scissors, loser gets Samu,” Atsumu said, making a fist.

Your mom laughed as Osamu gasped in offense.

“Sorry, Samu, but I want to win tomorrow,” you said, holding up a fist.

In the end, Atsumu ended up stuck with Osamu and was still complaining when he left.

“Bye, Mom,” you mumbled tiredly as your mom packed her bags in the car.

“Bye, sweetie,” she said, hugging you tightly. “Tell Osamu I said bye.”

“I will,” you said. As she pulled off, you walked back into the house. You padded down the hallway and almost turned into your room when you remembered Osamu was currently laying down all alone.

You turned into his room and carefully crawled into his arms.

“Good morning, baby,” he mumbled, pulling you closer to him.

“Morning, daddy,” you said. You smirked as his eyes opened slightly.

“Oh?” He questioned. You rolled him over to his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Wanna feel you,” you mumbled, rolling your hips against his.

“G’head, baby,” he said, holding your hips. You ran your hands along his thick chest and stomach, stopping to play with his pierced nipples.

He hissed softly.

“Sensitive?” You asked, pinching his nipple. He nodded. You leaned down and sucked one into your mouth, flicking your tongue against the cool metal. You teased the hardening bud then switched to the other one, only completely pulling away when they were shining with spit and swollen.

“Pretty,” you muttered. You kissed up his neck, sucking and biting at his slightly prickly skin.

“D’ya jus’ call me pretty?” Osamu asked as you nibbled at his jawline.

“You are,” you said, pecking his lips. You shimmied down his body, tugging his briefs off and tossing them to the floor. You palmed his hardening cock until it was bobbing heavily against your hand.

“Wanna ride you,” you said, straddling him again. You ground your wet folds against his cock.

“I wanna fold ya in half, princess,” Osamu said, holding your hips. “Throw yer legs over my shoulders and pound yer cute, lil pussy until ya cry.”

“No reason we can’t do both,” you said, reaching down to line his cock up with your dripping core. “We have all day.”

“‘m not lettin’ ya leave this bed,” he said. You sank down on his cock with a soft moan.

“Daddy,” you whimpered as his cock nudged your abused cervix.

“Take it all, baby, I know ya can,” he said, holding your hips tightly. You let him hold up as he pounded into you, fucking past your cervix with one, quick thrust.

“Samu!” You moaned loudly, digging your nails into his shoulders. You bounced on his cock in time with his thrusts.

“Takin’ daddy’s cock so well, look at ya,” he grunted. “Such a lil princess, wanting to ride daddy’s cock and not being able to take it all without daddy’s help.”

“S’too big,” you whined as his apadravya dragged against that spongy spot inside you.

“Ya jus’ need a lil’ help, baby,” Osamu said, hands tightening on your hips. “Yer daddy’s little girl, after all.”

You moaned as he pulled you down, your chests flush against each other. He smacked your ass as you bit at his chest.

“Can feel ya clenchin’ ’round me, go ‘head and cum for me, princess,” Osamu grunted. You cried out, your cunt walls squeezing him as you squirted around his cock.

“Good girl,” he praised before flipping you over to your back. Osamu hovered over you, kissing your lips gently before pushing your legs up against your chest.

“Daddy!” You cried as he continued to thrust into you. Your legs shook with overstimulation as he pressed two fingers against your clit.

“Want ya to make a mess for me,” he said, flicking your swollen clit. “Want ya to squirt around my cock again.”

“Harder, Samu, please!” You begged, gripping the white sheets underneath you. Osamu braced himself against the bed as he pounded into you harder.

“Gonna fill ya up all day,” he grunted. “‘Til yer swollen with my seed. Gonna be all fucked out and dumb when I’m finished with ya. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned, nodding. “Want daddy to breed me until it sticks! Wanna be full of you!”

Osamu grabbed your face roughly, forcing your mouth open. “Tongue out,” he ordered. Your tongue lolled out, drool dripping onto your chin. “Good girl.”

He spat on your tongue before kissing you messily, spit covering both of your chins and thin strands of saliva connecting you two when he pulled away.

“Gonna cum,” you gasped as he pinched your clit. He leaned up, watching you squirm as he relentlessly rutted into you.

“Squirt around my cock, baby,” he said, strumming your clit. “Come on, daddy wants ya to make a mess on him.”

You let out a high pitched moan as he pressed down on your bladder.

“No, no, daddy, gonna make a mess!” You squealed.

“Come on, princess,” he muttered, pushing down harder. “Make a mess on daddy.”

You cried loudly as cum gushed out of you, covering Osamu’s stomach and chest.

“Fuck,” Osamu groaned, balls tightening as he painted your walls white. “Good girl.”

You breathed heavily as Osamu pulled out of you and collapsed next to you.

“Daddy,” you breathed, cuddling into his side. “Didn’t know I could cum that hard.”

“Me either, baby,” he mumbled, pulling you closer to him. “Ya did so good, princess.”

“I made a mess,” you said.

“Just like daddy asked,” he said. “Ya want daddy to clean ya up?”

“Please,” you mumbled. Osamu stood up and lifted you easily, carrying you to the shower. He cleaned both of you off quickly before running a bath in the large bathtub.

“Ya want anything, princess?” Osamu asked as you leaned back in the large tub.

“Join me,” you said. Osamu climbed in behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You leaned against his chest and relaxed into him.

“This is so bittersweet,” Osamu said, rubbing his hand over your stomach soothingly.

“Why?” You asked.

“I just wish I had met ya first,” Osamu said. “Before yer mom. Now, I’ll always be the guy that got with his stepdaughter.”

“Hey, you didn’t raise me or anything,” you said. “It’s not like you’re my father figure or anything. You’re only four years older than me. If anything, my mom’s the weird one for marrying a guy her child’s age.”

“I really, really like ya.” Osamu said, nuzzling your neck. “More than I’ve ever liked anyone.”

“I really, really like you, too,” you said, smiling. You rested your hands on Osamu’s as he pressed small kisses up your neck. “I thought you were the most handsome man I’d ever seen when we first met. Nearly took my breath away.”

“I thought ya were the most beautiful woman,” Osamu said. “Couldn’t take my eyes off ya.”

You lifted his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his skin.

“I’m falling in love with ya,” he mumbled against your skin. “This is the closest to love at first sight anyone has ever been.”

You kissed his hand again.

“What the fuck is this?”

#miya osamu #miya osamu smut #osamu miya smut #haikyuu smut #timeskip miya osamu #tw:incest #cai writes

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - wahh it’s here! can’t believe my brainrot of osamu teaching a cooking class turned into this long fic lol... i hope you enjoy it!! it was fun crafting the story with my beta readers and i put a lot of effort into it!!! itadakimasu <3

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 - @forgetou @amjustagirl (muacks 2x) + tq to everyone who helped me with the banner!!

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - you’re suna’s younger sibling, food, heartbreak, angst but happy ending, mentions of stabbing (joke), kita dances to ‘ice cream’ by selena gomez and blackpink, mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood (brief), suna beats (redacted) up

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - miya osamu x gn!reader

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - you fall in love with miya osamu once more, but you’re afraid of getting hurt again.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 5535

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢

1. Cook the rice according to your rice cooker, then transfer the cooked rice to a separate bowl to cool it down.

“What ya want t’do is scorch the soy sauce.”

The class presses themselves against Osamu’s workbench as they scribble down notes on their recipe printouts. Their lips purse to ooh and aah at his cooking skills, though you’re pretty sure that they’re more interested in how his biceps flex when he flips the wok with a trained flick of the wrist.

You stand at the very edge of the group. It’s better than getting close with a group of hungry housewives, really. If grocery store and department mall sales have ever told you anything, it’s to never get in the way of what a seasoned housewife wants. Unfortunately for you, you haven’t learnt the way of being a homemaker just yet.

You’re unemployed, right in the middle of a month and a half-ish long transfer between jobs. You currently stay at your brother Suna’s place — which is really just an apartment filled with dirty laundry overflowing from its seams.

Turns out Suna himself is a bit of a gossip. He told Kita who told Atsumu who told Osamu that you’re stuck at his place 24/7 with no friends or entertainment in the lovely city of Nagano. It’s just mountains and trees as far as the eye can see all around — and there’s only so many hikes you can take each week.

“Why don’t you take a cookin’ class?”

“Cookin’?” Your face screwed up in confusion. “ What for?”

“So that you can actually pull your weight around the house and make me something to eat.”

You chucked a pillow at his head and began to list all the things you did while staying at his apartment. Laundry, cleaning the floor, doing grocery shopping (even if it was only instant noodles and snacks), finding his disgustingly sweaty socks under the sofa and many other important chores, thank you very much.

Besides, you weren’t as eager when you saw who was the one that would be holding the classes. With his picture plastered across the front of a pamphlet, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. Years of chasing his dreams and training in a kitchen had done Osamu wonders.

You had half a mind to smack Suna in the head with the yellow, glossy paper, but instead you quietly tucked it into a corner of the guest room to look at later. You were sure Suna hadn’t forgotten your history with Osamu just yet — but perhaps he assumed that enough time had passed to heal your wounds.

Either way, there’s no going back now. That’s how you ended up at Osamu’s ‘Cooking class for homemakers — you can do it too!’, except you aren’t a homemaker. You shift your weight from one foot to the other as the sound of sizzling soy sauce fills the air. Osamu pauses for a while before beginning to mix the rice with the sauce, wielding his spatula and wok expertly like weapons.

“Miya-san, you’re amazing!” someone gushes.

He lets out a bashful laugh. “This is nothing. I’m sure everyone will be able to do this by the end of class today!”

You wonder if he’s ever considered being a teacher. The demonstration on how to make shrimp fried rice is soon over and everyone returns to their benches, eager to try out the recipe. You are no different. Scurrying to your bench at the very back of the classroom, you exchange glances between the printed recipe handout and your tray of ingredients.

“Need any help?”

Osamu’s voice and looming presence makes you jump.

“Woah! Careful there,” he chuckles, his fingers gently prying a knife out of your hands.

Unconsciously, you had raised it in shock when Osamu snuck up on you. The knife now lays safely on the tabletop and you feel the eyes of the entire class boring into you.

“Sorry, Miya-san. I didn’t see you,” you apologise meekly.

“Don’t worry about it, I shouldn't have scared ya like that. And no need for the formalities! You’re my friend’s sister, afta’ all.”

Oh goodness. You half expect the class to pick up their pots and pans and run at you right this moment. You swallow back the half hearted ‘Osamu-san’ that rises in your throat. Your heart trembles in your chest and for a second, the silence that weighs heavily between the both of you turns awkward.

“Miya-san! Could you help me with this please?”

You’ve never been so glad to hear Tachibana’s sickly shrill voice before. Osamu is quick to wave goodbye to you before hurrying over to her bench, a smile still on his face. You breathe a sigh of relief.

You make a mental note to tell Suna that Osamu should just stick to placating those housewives and leave you the hell alone. The last thing you want is to have blackmail spread around the neighbourhood by these gossipy housewives, or worse, have their daughters hunt you down and chop you up into pieces.

Whatever. You’re just here to learn how to make shrimp fried rice and then go home to your annoying older brother. Besides, it’s not like you’ll be here for long. Miya Osamu just happens to be the local heartthrob, the handsome and eligible bachelor chased by anyone single and ready to mingle. You have absolutely nothing to do with someone so popular and good-looking. And for goodness sake, he’s your brother’s high school friend and your… Well, you know.

Your face burns and you pick up the knife again, grip tightening on its handle. You begin chopping at the onions with renewed determination.

(Later on, when you bring back a tupperware of fried rice for Suna, he looks you in the eye and asks “Shrimp fried this rice?”.

You shoot him a glare.

“I fried this rice.”)

2. Prepare all the fillings that you are going to use and set aside, such as pickled plums or tuna mayo. Prepare your seaweed sheets.

What you don’t expect is for Miya Osamu to show up at your doorstep the next day with boxes of food, cartons of drinks and a very noisy brother of his in tow.

“Rin, where can I leave the drinks?” Osamu yells.

“Rin, can I play your PS5?” Atsumu shouts.

You think that they are very different, the Miya twins. Suna takes a minute to finish putting on some clothes (you had answered the door, thankfully. No one wants to see Suna Rintarou in Pikachu boxers) before bursting out of his room.

He’s quick to smack Atsumu’s ‘dirty little setter hands’ away from his precious Playstation, directing Osamu to what constitutes the apartment’s kitchen — a second-hand fridge and the building-installed gas stove that works only if you hit it hard enough. You’re surprised that neither you or Suna haven't died of a house fire or gas poisoning by now.

It doesn’t take long for the other Inarizaki alumni to arrive at Suna’s apartment in a series of doorbell rings. Kita even brings along a large bottle of sake, to which everyone cheers loudly. You don’t understand why they had chosen Suna’s place to have a reunion party. Seriously, wouldn't Onigiri Miya or some other izakaya have been a better choice?

However, there’s free flow of drinks and lots of yummy snacks, so you decide to let the noise wash over you and stand by the food table to pick at the trays of pizza, fried chicken and other finger food. Aran even offers you a drink, smiling sweetly before going off to wrangle Atsumu from trying to initiate a beer chugging competition. Some things just never change, you suppose.

“Having fun?”

You jump and nearly drop the plate of food that you hold.

“You have a horrible habit of scaring people, Miya- Osamu.”

His first name comes out awkward, tumbling off of your tongue as you use a pair of chopsticks to carefully pile back some mentaiko mayonnaise onto a slice of tamagoyaki. Osamu settles into the crook of the kitchen counter next to you with a playful grin on his face.

“Do I really?”

“Don’t forget that the first time you did that, someone nearly got stabbed.”

You pop the tamagoyaki into your mouth. It’s delicious — the egg’s sweetness balances out the salty sauce. You wonder if there’s enough left on the tray for seconds.

“How’s the reunion going?” you ask nonchalantly, and shuffle a few centimetres away from him.

You hope Osamu doesn’t notice that. He does, however, but chooses not to comment on it. He brings up a hand to scratch at his neck, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. He’s close enough for you to get a whiff of whatever cologne he’s wearing. Your head spins for a second.

“Oh, none of us have gotten drunk just yet. I’m pretty sure we’ll be playing beer pong or something later on.”

You steel yourself against the urge to look at what Osamu is wearing. Don’t look, don’t look, definitely don’t look. Miya Osamu is, has been, a dangerous man to fall in love with. You can’t afford to-

Perhaps gouging your eyes out would have been a better choice in theory. Even a glance from where you stand beside him is enough to see that not only is he wearing a tight, black T-shirt, Osamu also has a pair of sweatpants on. Is it a sin to wear sweatpants? Probably so, especially with the way it makes your throat run dry.

“Beer pong, huh?” You try your best to mumble somewhat nonchalantly. “Who won the last time?”

“Kita.”

“Kita?!” you gasp.

Even that’s enough to make you forget about Osamu and his stupid (and very sexy) sweatpants.

“Yeah, right? That was the first time he participated. All of us got left drunk in the street, so we decided to do it at someone’s place this year.”

You let out a soft laugh at the thought of a bunch of grown men piled over each other on the road. You don’t particularly like the thought of cleaning up after them tonight, though.

The lack of words between you and Osamu descends into snorts of laughter that trickle in from the tiny living room. Aran throws his head back, drink nearly spilling out of his cup. Ginjima laughs so loud you see Omiomi cover his ears and Suna holds his phone up, filming every second of Atsumu’s defeat.

Osamu opens his mouth as if to ask you something.

“C’mon! Yer killin’ me, Kita-san!” Atsumu yells, socked feet and waving arms trying to match the onscreen character’s movements.

Kita, on the other hand, is scoring perfect marks without as much effort wasted. You giggle to yourself as he moves his hips, shaking them here and there. A small smile quirks his lips upwards as he finishes with a flawless ending move on ‘Ice Cream’, the Just Dance characters fading into oblivion on the screen. Atsumu crumbles to the floor in defeat.

Osamu’s lips form a straight line as he watches you laugh along, raising a hand to cover your mouth. He curses Atsumu’s birth and swallows back his embarrassment.

“Did ya see that, Osamu? Oh- Kita-san is so good at everything!” you gush.

“Atsumu just sucks.”

When you laugh, Osamu thinks something in his chest lurches. Regret makes his head go foggy and leaves a sour taste in his mouth.

3. Place cling wrap over a rice bowl. Place some of the cooked rice over the centre of the cling wrap and make a well.

“No way ya got a love letter!” Atsumu yelled.

“Ya get yer fair share. We share t’same face, why shouldn’t I get some?” Osamu retorted, rolling his eyes.

Suna watched as the twins began to gripe and argue about who was the better looking sibling again. Nothing unusual, really, given how this occurred every odd day of the week.

“S’gotta be a prank. No way someone likes a loser like you,” Suna mused.

In retaliation, Osamu threw him a stink eye. “You two are just jealous,” he sniffed.

The letter had been written on pretty pink paper, all hearts and cute handwriting as his secret admirer asked him to meet them on the roof after school. Not that Osamu wasn’t affected by it, of course. It always rubbed his ego the right way to know that someone preferred him over Atsumu. Though, it wasn’t like he was interested in anyone then. It only took a second before Osamu ripped the letter in half.

“Woah woah woah! Yer crazy! Whatcha gonna do if some pretty girl gave that to ya?”

Atsumu’s eyes widened in shock, almost reaching forward to grab the shreds of letter that Osamu had torn up.

“Does it matter? S’not like I’m interested in datin’ right now,” he replied.

“Seriously? What if she’s like, super duper hot!”

Osamu’s face screwed up. “Are ya a horndog?”

Just as Atsumu was about to shout at his dear brother again, you opened the door to their classroom and hurried in. You had a bento box in hand and a cute pout on your face as you placed it on Suna’s table.

“Rin! You forgot your bento at home again!”

“Oh.” Suna blinked. “Thanks.”

“Seriously, you gotta stop forgetting your things! I can’t be bringing them to you all the time-”

“Hey, Suna.” Atsumu perked up, referring to you. “Would ya go on a date with Samu or me? Me, right? Definitely me!”

Your face flushed with heat. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

“‘Samu got a love letter in his shoe locker this morning. Cliche, huh?” your brother said between bites of his lunch.

“Mm, yeah. Cliche,” you mumbled.

You looked around anxiously for any sign of the love letter. Was it in Osamu’s bag?

“Can ya believe he tore it up?” Atsumu laughed.

“What?”

Your heart felt like a stone in your chest as you froze, your blood running cold.

“Yeah! This dumbass doesn’t know how t’appreciate anythin’,” he replied, smacking Osamu on the back of his head.

His twin responded with a muffled growl as he continued to scarf down his absurdly large bento. You fiddled with the cuffs of your sleeves, staring down at your feet. You were quick to bid the third years goodbye as you fled their classroom as an inexplicable ache spread through your chest.

You didn’t focus on your classes for the rest of the day. The fact that Osamu had torn your love letter, written with all your heart and soul as you crumpled draft after draft last night, tipped you over the edge of your fantasies and had you plummeting straight into reality.

“Oi.”

You looked up from your feet, glancing up at Suna. The both of you were swapping your indoor shoes for outdoor ones, but you had absentmindedly stopped in the middle of slipping your right foot into a shoe. It was nearing the time where they closed the school gates, so there weren’t many students around save for the odd volleyball club member.

“What’re you doing? Put your shoes on properly,” he huffed.

“Sorry,” you said quietly, and slammed the locker door shut once you were done.

You walked a few feet ahead of Suna as you approached the school gate. Your head drooped with each step, tears beginning to mist your eyes. You willed yourself to hold it in till you got home, till you were in the safety of your bedroom to start sobbing your little heart out. Suna tugged on your wrist.

“Are you crying?” he questioned.

You shook your head quickly, rubbing your eyes with the back of your sleeve.

“Oi. Answer me.”

This time, his voice was a little softer, yet held a mixture of irritation and anger behind a crumbling wall of apathy. Who had been the one to make you cry?

“It’s nothin’,” you choked out. “Let’s just go home.”

You turned your face to the side as tears continued to roll down your cheeks, muffled cries turning into heartbroken sobs. Something inside of Suna’s head clicked.

“It’s Miya Osamu, isn’t it?”

You had to bite on your lower lip to stop it from trembling.

“That bastard tore up your letter, didn’t he?”

You gave Suna the tiniest of nods. He let go of your wrist and whipped around, eyebrows furrowed together. Not wanting to date was one thing, but treating your confession like dog shit was something else. Fortunately for him, the Miya twins were changing their shoes in the getabako.

“‘Samu!” Suna yelled.

The gray haired male looked up with a face of confusion.

“Suna? Whaddya want-” Osamu wasn’t able to say anything more as Suna’s fist collided with his face.

Atsumu jumped back with a yelp as the both of them crashed to the ground. Your hands flew to cover your mouth.

“Rin! Stop it!” you cried out.

You dashed over, tripping over your own feet as you tried to pull Suna away from Osamu as they traded blows. It took the work of you, Atsumu and Ginjima (who had been unlucky enough to pass by) to tear the two apart, and even then Osamu was still struggling in his brother’s arms to be let go.

“What t’hell, man!” he snarled.

Suna wiped his nose, glancing briefly at the crimson that stained his school uniform. The adrenaline was beginning to run low and pain began to settle into his fists and ribs. His shoulders heaved with each breath, and your hands clutched his shirt.

“Rin. No more, please,” you begged, pressing your forehead against his back. “No more.”

Suna hated the way your voice trembled as you spoke. He didn’t think it was fair for you to bear the burden of pain while Osamu got to walk away unscathed, leaving you broken in pieces. His fist curled up again.

“It’s not worth it, Rin.”

Suna took in a shaky, deep breath.

You were right.

Miya Osamu wasn’t worth it.

4. Put about 1tbsp of the filling of your choice on the centre of the rice and cover it with rice.

A week comes and goes after the annual Inarizaki reunion. You’re still finding sticky stains on the floor, as well as food wrappers tossed behind the sofa. Suna sends the group chat a video of you yelling at all of them while wielding a mop with so much fervour Aran asks if you broke it. Atsumu actually apologises and Osamu offers to come over and help clean up. The entire group chat flames him immediately.

As per last week, you walk into Osamu’s cooking class at 2p.m. on a Wednesday afternoon. It’s hot outside, droplets of perspiration rolling down your nape. The cool air-conditioning of the classroom is much appreciated and you don your apron behind the gaggle of housewives. You catch snippets of their conversation as they put their items in the cubbies provided.

“Tanaka-san, did you see the mushrooms that were on sale this Monday?”

“My son is attending this cram school this summer. Here’s the address!”

“My father-in-law keeps complaining about the heat…”

“Good afternoon, everyone.”

“Miya-san!”

Everyone perks up when Osamu walks through the door. They’re quick to surround him, asking how his day had been. You look tired, take this ginseng drink! It really revitalises your spirits! Did you get a girlfriend yet, Miya-san? My daughter is single, you know!

You watch as Osamu walks behind his bench, all smiles and “Is that so, Shigeru-san?”. Polite enough to please them, but not enough to make them think that he actually wants to go on a date with their 34 year-old daughter who’s a tired office worker looking out for potential husbands like a hawk. He lets out a heavy exhale, using his cap with the Onigiri Miya logo on it to fan himself.

“Hot today, isn’t it?” he chuckles.

You think that maybe he’s the one that’s making this summer so warm, especially with the way that his shirt clings to his figure and his flushed cheeks that make him look adorable.

Wait.

You do a double take. Ah, adorable. You must have meant that heart-print apron that Tanaka is wearing today. It is pretty cute, and you wonder if you should ask her where she got it from later on. Definitely not Osamu with his perfect smile that would make anyone’s heart skip a beat, and definitely not when it’s directed at you.

“Gather around everyone! We’re going to be making gyoza today!”

The demonstration goes as usual — Osamu impresses the housewives, they gasp and someone even touches his forearm and asks “How did you get so strong, Miya-san?”. Not that you care, of course. You certainly don’t. What you’re more concerned about is how Osamu manages to make wrapping the fragile gyoza seem so easy.

Your fingers pinch at the thick dough, eyebrows furrowed together. No matter what you do, your filling keeps spilling out of the wrapper and so you’ve opted to try out for a thicker piece this time. Not that it really matters — Suna will be the one suffering from food poisoning if it turns out bad, anyways.

“Ah, yer made it too thick,” Osamu says as he strolls over.

You tense up as he leans over your shoulder, peeking at the chubby gyoza in your hands. You pretend not be affected by how close he is and continue pinching the wings of the dumpling shut.

“They keep bursting,” you sniff.

“Maybe ya put t’much filling?” Osamu suggests. “Here, lemme show ya. Put tha’ one down and grab a new wrapper. Yeah, just like that.”

You stiffen as Osamu flours his hands and cradles your hands in his.

“Here ya go. That’s t’much, scoop out some more. That’s it. Now gently…”

Blood rushes to your face as you feel the warmth of his skin seep into yours, his hands rough from years of training and cooking. Scars adorn the tips of his thick fingers and knuckles. You suddenly feel the urge to gently trace them with your thumb, to ask him how he got each one of them.

Would he let you? Let you so close, that perhaps you would be the one to know every single thing about him?

“You did it!” Osamu says cheerfully.

He suddenly pulls away, making you plummet back to reality. A perfectly made gyoza sits in your hands.

“I’m looking forward to tasting your gyoza later on. Now keep trying!”

You’re left dumbfounded as Osamu walks away to help out the other housewives. They stammer and blush when they get too close, but he never holds their hands in his own, never smiles as gently as he does with you.

You place the gyoza on a pan and put the lid on with a little bit more force than what is necessary.

5. Wrap the cling wrap over the rice and squeeze and mould it into a triangle shape with your hands.

You try not to make contact with Osamu after that. Attending his cooking classes becomes a game of cat-and-mouse, where you try to tell him ‘I don’t need any help, Miya-san’ and watch him crawl away in defeat. In fact, you decide to skip the lesson on making hamburgs and instead spend the afternoon watching television.

After all, from what you’ve learnt in the past, Osamu is nothing more than trouble. You think it’s worth the sacrifice now to put some space between the both of you so that you don’t end up heartbroken a second time.

Though, you do feel a little bad. Just a little bit. One day when Suna’s out at training, you hear the doorbell ring and Osamu’s voice ring through the genkan. You hear his feet shuffle by the door and a heavy thump outside before he leaves. You only open the door when you hear his car pull out of the apartment building’s carpark, and find a packed bento lunch for you in front.

You try to pretend that the bunny cut apples and sakura shaped carrot slices don’t mean anything.

“Ah, Suna-san! Where were you last week?” Tachibana titters as you step into class for the final lesson.

“I wasn’t feeling very well,” you lie. “I think I caught a summer cold.”

“Oh dear, that sounds terrible!” the ladies chorus together.

You think they’re probably just glad that you didn’t get in the way of their beloved Miya-san. You tug your apron over your head, and ignore Osamu when he greets everyone. His eyes linger on you for a little too long during the demonstration — to the point that he actually burns the skin side of his salmon fillet.

Osamu skirts around your bench like a nervous puppy when the demonstration is over. You don’t seem particularly keen about talking to him, though the tips of your finger tremble when he finally plucks up the courage to stand next to you. It’s not close enough for your elbows to touch, but close enough that he can whisper to you without anyone else hearing him.

“Hey,” he begins, uncertain. His voice wavers slightly.

“Hey,” you reply, wary of what he might say.

“Are you okay?”

You take a moment to think, tipping the sake bottle carefully to measure out an exact tablespoon of it. He wonders when your hands have seemed so delicate, so small. He aches to hold them in his own again.

“I’m okay.”

“That’s good.”

It’s quiet, again. Just like that night in Suna’s apartment, with all the noise of the reunion going on around you, except this time it's the clanging of pans and utensils, paired with the chatter of many ladies.

“I was thinking…” Osamu stares down at your hands, turning the measuring spoon over so that sake splashes onto the hot pan with a sizzle. “Maybe we could get a drink together after this?”

You cover the pan and watch its surface cloud up with condensation. You hide your shaking hands by digging them into the pockets of your apron.

Osamu swallows. Perhaps he had been too direct with you; scared you off with how quickly he was advancing. Or did Suna tell you to be careful of him? That he didn’t want you falling in love with him a second time? There’s no lie about it, that Osamu had been a grade A asshole back in high school.

But he loves you now; has loved you since then. Would you be willing to give him a second chance?

“Osamu,” you breathe.

His shoulders relax slightly when you don’t call him by his last name.

“I don’t know what to do.”

Your voice comes out timid, scared. Osamu’s heart crumbles at the edges. He wonders if you would hate him if he reached out and took your hands in his once more. You’re both adults, perfectly capable of rational thinking if only your hearts hadn’t gotten in the way. Love hurts, they said. You want to agree.

“We can start it out slow,” Osamu suggests.

“I’m supposed to start my new job next month. I won't be in Nagano for much longer.”

“I’m opening a branch in Tokyo.”

“I’ll be busy settling down. We might not get to see each other often enough.”

“A little is better than nothin’.”

“You’re my brother’s friend.”

“Now, yer just picking at nothing, babe. Didn’t you have a crush on me back in high school, too? That didn’t stop ya, did it?”

Your heart wrestles with your brain, insisting on comfort and that love will always come in the form of someone that isn’t Miya Osamu. You’ll find someone, but will they be better? Will they send food to your doorstep, or send you stupid photos of dogs he saw on the street? Will they chase after you relentlessly for years, will they be Osamu?

A lump forms in your throat and you wonder if this, has been, is love. You tear your heart out from within you and let it cling to your sleeve, as pathetic and scared it is. You don’t mind if it hurts. To never hurt is to never have lived, to never have loved.

By this point, your eyes have misted up with tears and it hits you- You’re about to cry about your crush in the middle of a cooking class attended by middle-aged ladies. You’ve never been more embarrassed.

“Really?” you whisper, looking up at Osamu with glittering eyes.

He ignores the “Miya-san! I need your help!” that rings out in the background. He smiles gently.

“Yeah, really.”

A tear slips down your face. Osamu lets out a breathy chuckle as he swipes it away with his thumb, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

“We’ll talk properly after this, alright?”

You nod numbly. You watch as he hurries off to Shigeru, gasping when he sees how she had completely butchered her fillet. He turns back to you, trying to hold in a snigger.

You giggle.

Osamu thinks he wants to hear that laugh forever.

6. Remove the cling wrap and cover the bottom of the rice triangle with a nori sheet and set aside.

“One extra large bonito onigiri with spring onions!” you cry out from the counter.

Back in the kitchen, Osamu and another part-time worker scoop steaming rice out of large vats and use their hands to mould them into perfectly shaped triangles. A scoop of filling goes in and a strip of seaweed is wrapped hastily around the onigiri before it's sent to you to package. You place the onigiri carefully into a box and slip it into a paper bag with the shop’s logo on the front for a take-away order.

The shop is filled with customers even on a Wednesday afternoon. The clock shows 2p.m., past lunch time, yet you can see a queue that snakes out of the shop and down the alleyway.

Another long day ahead, you think to yourself.

“It’s our turn!” a little girl squeals as she takes the bag from you, opening it up to peer at the huge onigiri inside. “Mama! ‘giri!”

Her mother laughs and pats her head. “Don’t forget to say thank you, Haru.”

The girl turns to you, eyes sparkling. “‘Fank you, Miya-shan!”

A cheery grin almost splits your face in half. Miya-san. Four years on and it still makes your stomach flip whenever you hear that Osamu’s last name has become yours. It was an easy decision for the both of you to get married, really. You had loved each other for years and all you wanted to do in the end was to spend the rest of your lives together.

You quit your office job just before you got married to help Osamu out with the new Onigiri Miya branches. It took some getting used to, but the familiar customers and bright smiles that you see just by serving onigiri each day makes it worth it. It’s tough work, no doubt. But doing what you enjoy with the man you love is more rewarding than it ever could be.

Though, it’s not like your relationship has always been smooth sailing. There are days when you bicker over something stupid (like how you always forget to close the lid of the rice cooker), or when Osamu insists that he isn’t overworking himself (although his eyebags tell otherwise). But love’s a recipe with a few secret ingredients, and you’ve come to master it over the years.

“Come back soon!”

The shop is filled with the fragrant scent of freshly cooked rice and bonito flakes being stir-fried into furikake. Customers perch on tiny stools as they scarf down onigiri of different shapes and sizes, licking their fingers clean. A plush toy of Onigiri Miya’s mascot sits on the counter next to a potted plant that Atsumu bought (which is surprisingly still alive).

A photograph of the third Tokyo branch’s grand opening hangs on the wall. You and Osamu hold up a bouquet of flowers, smiling toothily at the camera, your wedding rings glinting in the sunlight.

“One medium onigiri with tuna mayo, coming right up!”

You jump as Osamu shouts out the order suddenly and you nearly drop the onigiri that he hands to you.

“Woah, careful there,” he chuckles, a hand ghosting the small of your back.

“You have ‘ta stop scaring me, ‘Samu,” you huff and roll your eyes playfully.

Osamu grins at you and the edges of his eyes crinkle up. You place the onigiri safely into its packaging and place it on the counter for a customer to collect, before turning back to plant a kiss on his cheek. Osamu’s face flushes pink and he hurries away, mumbling something about bonito flakes.

Your heart soars in your chest.

Yeah, it has been, will be, worth it.

7. Repeat the same steps as above to use the rest of the rice with other fillings that you prepared.

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maizumis · 4 years ago

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Bestie��✌️can you do a part 2 of where their child gets a Valentine but with Osamu, Yaku, Suna, Shirabu and u can choose the other one I don't mind😙tyty and take ur time🤠✌️

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEIR DAUGHTER RECIEVES A VALENTINE LETTER PT.2

ft. timeskip! osamu miya, yaku morisuke, suna rintaro, shirabu kenjiro, iwaizumi hajime

note: female reader❗plsss ofc I can bestie! shirabu was a challenge, yaku too 😭😭 I hope you like it!

part 1

•OSAMU was at the kitchen of Onigiri Miya when the door flew open and saw you and his lovely daughter in your arms "look a ma pretty girl! ya wanna have lunch here today bubbles?" the kid got quickly out of your arms to go hug her fathers leg "yeah daddy! wan’ sum yum’ ‘nigiri!" the smile on his face was full of love, he still can't believe what did he good to deserve the both of you "uh! daddy ya won't believe what happened to me today!" knowing what was going to happen, your hand went to your mouth to muffle your giggles "a boy, a pretty boy actually! gave me a letter and now he is my boyfriend!" the tall man stopped what he was doing, his attention fully in his daughter "no" the child confused "no?" "yeah, no boyfriend's for ya— actually we can go to another kinder right? new friends and stuff" as funny as the moment was, you needed to interrupt " ‘samu she's a child" his face dead serious, while chopping some vegetables "and a don't care— there's no way ma child gets a boyfriend, maybe when she's thirty"

•YAKU went to pick up his little girl after one week apart, he promised her over FaceTime that the exact moment he was back in Japan he would be with her "Sunshine! papa is here, I missed you so much!" he told her while bending over and opening his arms to receive her with a bug hug "papa! I missed you so much! I'm so happy to see you" picking her up with one arm while the other one was behind her neck to press her closer to his chest "me too darling, me too". little girl in his arms suddenly pops her head out of his chest ready to tell him what happened last week "papa! I got a valentine letter and a boyfriend when you were out!" he stops his way to the car, standing in the middle of the sidewalk with a fake smile and wide eyes "ahaha— very funny! you really got some jokes in there darling, so smart" she started signaling 'no' with her head "I'm not joking! look thru my bag and you gonna find the letter dad" he was spiraling to the car so he could see the damn letter, after his daughter was secured in the backseat and he was in the drivers seat, he in fact saw the little letter full of hearts and glitter "yeah— umh— no, we are gonna talk about this at home"

•SUNA had his daughter sitter on his lap, he was looking thru some sports clothes on his laptop while kids cartoon where on the TV "daddy?" "yeah?" "can I tell you something?" he raised a brow, eyes looking at her with a suspect expression "whatever you want, princess" she didn't say nothing, just got up from her seat went to the room and came with something behind her tiny hands "okay daddy, close your eyes" she carefully placed the letter on his hands "open them!" rintaro was so proud thinking his daughter made him a little draw of her perfect and loving family until he saw the initial of his daughter and other one with a plus between then, and a big read heart down it "what's this?" "is my promise letter! my husband made it for me and now we are married!" what are people teaching their kids this days? his girl was just his, a little more at least "nope, tell the boy the only man in your life is me" "but daddy! do you know how difficult a divorce could be?" he smirked before picking up her again and placing butterflies kisses all over her cheeks, little and high giggles all over the living room "I don't care angel, you're mine, only mine"

•SHIRABU was on his home-office when the little girl came running towards him with open arms "daddy! daddy! I missed you" he smiled a little before pulling back the chair so he could pick her up "I missed you too, darling. how was your day?" he finished the sentence with a peck on her forehead " ‘t was good, I got a valentine letter!" she got what? "I'm sorry darling I didn't quite hear you, what did you say?" the little girl sighed, knowing full well her dad listened to her the first time "I said, that I got a valentine letter and now I got a boyfriend" a boyfriend too? he didn't even date in highschool, he met you in college "did you know that Daddy doesn't let you have boyfriends? boys are smelly, I learned that in school" his child always, always, believed what he said, so she would dare to doubt his words "smelly!? I'm gonna break up with him tomorrow, after all I have you dad" his hands went to his girl hair, softly patting it before bringing her head to his chest "you're right darling, you have me"

•IWAIZUMI opened the door to find his precious girl sitting on the floor, drawing something in the coffee table while watching some tv, he carefully went behind her so he could have her a surprise hug "aaah! guess who got home!" he told there while tickling the sides of her body, little girl screaming his lungs out "dad! you scared me" he stopped, picking her up so he could give her a kiss "I'm expecting my welcome home kiss, missy—" his eyes caught the little drawing in the table looking at the barely well writing of 'i love you' "oooh angel, were you making me a letter?" she gaves him a confused look "nuh-uh daddy, that's for my boyfriend, he gave me one today so I want to give him too" he let her standing in the coffee table, looking amused by what she just said "and who gave you permission to have a boyfriend?" "do I need permission to have one?" hajime scoffed, of course, she actually needs permission to talk to a boy in fact, he is not gonna let anyone hurt his precious girl "yes and in fact, I'm gonna keep this draw for myself, I'm the only man in your life, the uncles too" now he had a single daughter and a beautiful draw, that wasn't meant for him, hanging in the fridge door

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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HQ poly Headcannons pt. 2

Poly Headcannons <3 part 1

pairs: Oikawa & Ushijima, Hanamaki & Matsukawa, Suna & Osamu, Kita & Aran, iwaizumi & Kyotani, and Oikawa & Kageyama

nsfw and sfw

Oikawa Tooru & Ushijima Wakatoshi

Sfw

This was an interesting match up

Considering the fact that Tooru can barely stand sharing you sometimes, they seem to make it work!

You were most likely Ushiwaka’s girlfriend, and Tooru just couldn't stand for that

Well at first he didn't really know that fact

He met you in the stans after an Alders game that he 100% wasn't there to spy on Toshi or to see how much better he got, no way

But luckily, you the beautiful angel of light, sat next to him to cheer for Waka’s team!

So after the game when Tooru was flirting with you and you completely ignored him to go to your boyfriend, Oikawa was more than let down

And you ignored him for the brick wall???? He just didn't understand.

Now he wanted you more than he did when he saw you, even more so that you belonged to the bastard Ushiwaka.

After almost 8 months of befriending you, he finally weaseled into your relationship! And Ushiwaka was so whipped for you he let it happen!

But at that point, he was so whipped for you that he didn't even care that they shared you!

Your guy’s dynamic is a bit twisted and hard to get a good understanding of.

Where Tooru makes it painfully aware to everyone that the two of you are dating, Wakatoshi is like a silent predator

He’s silent but deadly, and you’ve known him for far longer. That means he knows what you really like.

It's simple, he let’s tooru take you on extravagant dates and all that meaningless stuff.

But Ushiwaka is always there waiting at home to cuddle and watch a ton of movies with, he even lets you climb on him and cuddle him like a big teddy bear

Nsfw

This is one of the pairs that I think you're fucked in

It’s a silent competition of who can wreck you worse

Unlike some other Oikawa pairs, I truly believe that Oikawa would top

But Wakatoshi is also a top, a big man who has big needs

This ends up with you most likely with a two cocks one hole situation

If not that, it's the classic split roasts or Eiffel tower!

Oh to have Ushiwaka reaming you with Tooru in your mouth, yeah it's not as peaceful and soft as it sounds

But it’s still worth it

It starts softly! Then they go harder to try and beat the other! Then they really just treat you like a fleshlight.

Thankfully Tooru knows good aftercare techniques

But you still can’t walk for a while

“You can cum for me, show Toshi why you like better, go ahead”

“You stretch so good for me, even after Tooru’s turn, you're always so tight”

“Look at her little clit, did Ushiwaka not pay enough attention to it? That’s ok! Tooru’s gonna make it all better for you!”

Hanamaki Takahiro & Matsukawa Issei

sfw

Let's be real here, you met them at a spencers or a sex shop in a mall.

But it was a cute meetup!

After that, you guys just seemed to keep bumping into each other and became close friends

The initial relationship was started by Makki, he was the more open of the two so it made sense

And it’s been smooth sailing from then on

The amount of inside jokes you guys have is almost ridiculous, everywhere you go in the city you have a joke

You guys spend almost every waking moment with one another

One of their favorite things is to take you shopping, so you can do a little fashion show for them with anything you want to try on!

As in them make you try on revealing outfits for them

Dates normally would include random dinners at restaurants them a movie night/ sleepover

Like you guys would just stay up an fool around for hours on hours

They literally have no problems sharing and are always making sure you're perfectly ok with everything they do.

Nsfw

As expected you guys are very adventurous

Daddy Matsun got you and Makki covered

Well that's when Makki isn't trying to ream you into the couch

They both like toys, like a lot, a lot

Punishment is where the toys really shine, but you can't really call the toy punishment, punishment because you feel really good during it.

And it the most repeated thing you guys do

Mattsun’s the punishment dealer, so he’ll give you the biggest dildo that you guys have, no lube, he’ll tie your arms up and make you try to get down on it

BUT if he’s feeling a bit more punishing, he’ll set up a vibrator and set it to your little clit and turn it ALLLL the way up

But if that isn't enough, he will either let Makki in your ass, or the fuck machine will come out

They really love watching you try to get off, it does two things

1- it gives them new ideas

2- it shows how much you need them, and their cocks in your little aching holes

This lead to them having you wear plugs in public, which moved to wearing a vibrator

Sometimes, they make you wear a mask, but under the mask

(come here)

(closer)

They make you wear a ball gag under your mask

Good babies do what their daddies tell them too <3

“Look ‘Kawa, her hole is so tight she can barely fit both of us, just relax baby. They’ll get in, we’ll make sure of it”

“Makki, spread her legs wider, don't let her his from this”

“Don't make me gag you brat, you’re lucky Makki is in good mood, huh?”

Suna Rintaro & Osamu Miya

The way you got together was like love at first sight

For both of them too

You met Osamu first, you were seated next to him at an Italian cooking class

You guys had joked around and he was so impressed by your cooking that he got your number!

(he won't tell you but he had already sent pictures of you to Suna, and he was doing it allllllllll night)

He immediately invited you to Onigiri Miya, where you met Mr. Rintarou

Who was already practically in-love with you just from pictures.

You were clearly drawn to them, they were so cool!

They made a big scene of asking you out too

They both took you to one of the best restaurants in the city and had a private balcony dinner

After dessert they took both of your hands and asked you, in sync nonetheless, you do wonder how long it took for them to figure out how to do that

Clearly, you said yes, and that was the first of the many great memories you have with the two!

Since they both have pretty busy schedules they can't always come to you, so you go to them!

Even if they assured you that you didn't have to work, that never stops you from taking up shifts and Onigiri Miya on Monday and Fridays, (sometimes on Wednesdays if Osmau relents)

Even when you do work, you make time to make and bring Suna lunch every time he has all day practice

(you make them both lunch every day, but they can get it themselves, they are grown men, and you serve no one)

Traditional dates are less common, you guys mostly just like to hang out with each other

Like 3 am cooking challenges and asking to get ice cream from the shop down the road

You guys also, when you can, just spend hours cuddling in your bed or on the couch just in each other's arms

(can you tell i’m uwu-ing)

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For having a busy schedule you guys sure do have time to fuck

A common theme is having Samu fuck you when Suna watches

God, watching you fall apart around his best friends dick will never get old, so so pretty when you're all fucked out and begging for him too

Sometimes hell have you suck him off, but he isn't unstable he can wait his turn~

Osamu works just as hard as he does, he has to let oust some stress and, you're just so good at making them feel better

Remember the cuddling?

Yes, that's a guise to cockwarm you, let them relax you always feel so good and today was s stressful

I can tell you saw this coming but, Suna likes to put whipped cream all over you, it gives him an excuse to eat you out for hours and Osamu and excuse to have you naked and able to eat as much whipped cream as he wants

Do they like double penn.?

Yes, very much so ma’am.

Just know that you are stuffed at any available moment they can manage

*cough* whipped *cough*

“look she’s grinding into like a circus whore huh ‘Samu? go harder”

“look into the camera baby, tell them all the things you’d love for them to do to you”

Iwaizumi & Kyoutani

This was an interesting one for sure

A senpais pretty girlfriend thing too

Iwaizumi knew Mad Dog had a crush on you before he did, and he did everything in his power to deny the accusation

The entire team could see how the second year was calm and behaved when you were around, so taking the high road

Iwaizumi came a with a plan: bring you and Kyotani as close as possible

All with consent firm you and knowing he was ok with anything that would happen

Suddenly inviting him to hang out with the two of you

Then it was letting him have you in his lap while you watch movies

And that progressed into letting him cuddle you after bad days, never without Iwa of course

Everyone on the team could tell the effects that it was having on him, he was calmer and easier to get along with.

He even started listening to Oikawa when he spoke, it was like a miracle.

And k\Kyotani finally got enough courage to tell you!

(you had pretty much known, but wanted him to say it himself)

Thus began what I would call that “Kyotani learns how to love” saga

Dates were first, they both took you to a small field of flowers to have a picnic and when it got dark out you guys set up a sheet and watched a movie!

For the both of them being temperamental, they got along really well

(mostly because Kyotani hangs off nay words you or Iwaizumi say)

You also make the both of them lunch and some afternoon snacks for practice!

(and if anyone who sees you guys, they’ll never mention how odd the two angry boys look next to their sweet little princess)

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Sir Iwaizumi holds the torch

He’s the main dominant force, though Kyotani tries oh he does

Yeah, hate to say it but you bottom for them, every time.

A big thing is when he lets Kyo get you alone (while he watches)

Yeah maybe he lets kyo take over every once in a while, he’ll let him have you

Iwaizumi love having you under him, putting you in the mating press while Kyo watches from a chair a vibrator tied to him, just watching until Iwa finishes and leys Kyo try and breed you

You guys have also dedicated hours to getting you stretch enough to take both of them in one hole, but if not that then one hole for each of them will do

As you could imagine, they both love marking you up

You always come out of sex looking beat up

Most of the bruises are on your neck and inner thighs, but the bites on your nipples and the curve of your ass beg to differ

Now the real question is when Kyo is being bad!

Feathery kisses all over him, that's not where he wants your mouth, lower go lower

Don’t leave him!

He always learns his lessons after hours of waiting Iwa breed you

You being bad?

No cumming for a week, they can play with you but unless you want the time to get longer you don’t even think about orgasming.

“Calm down Kentaro, it’s too early to break her, we just got started.”

“Yeah i let Hajime have you but you still belong to me too, don’t forget that”

Kita Shinsuke & Aran Ojiro

This was the perfect girl next door story!

Middle school aran was so thankful to have you calm him down after yet another Miya twins episode

So as the two of you grew up it was natural that you became friends with his friends!

Namely his bestfriends- Kita!

Who was practically at your feet the second you met

From first to third year, they both grew to REALLY like you

They were both ready to spend the rest of their lives with you and were prepared to share if you wanted that.

The day you guys all got together was when they lost to Karasuno at nationals

You guys went back you the hotel room and just sat, cooing how well they did and how great they were no matter the outcome

It wasn't out of the normal for them to be all over you, both of them got a hand, but Aran was nestled into your lap and Kita was snuggled into your chest

Nothing was planned either, at that moment they knew that it was their chance!

The look on their faces when you said that you felt the same!

From then on you were treated even more like a queen

Every Monday before school one of them gets you a bouquet of flowers for the week and the other comes up with a date idea!

You're involved in the dates cycle and that now have a pile of stuffed animals that you got them from things like festivals or the mall

Since your relationship started with a cuddle, it's a favorite between you guys

A movie and some take out. Making fun of the Miya twins, and when Kita won’t admit it, you guys watch a rom-com, where you and Aran laugh at Kita's confused face when he doesn't understand the joke

Even with all of that, the real favorite between you guys is staying after practice and just having fun while cleaning up.

They just wuvvv uuuuuuuuu <3

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Even if Kita is the commanding voice, Aran id the driving force

Kita likes when you two put on a show for him

Not that it's hard, even if Aran wasn't half as good as he was, your faces could satisfy him until his dying days.

Speaking of shows, Kita is a dictator, which means punishments

One of his favorites is having you finger fuck yourself in front of him and Aran until you can't move

Another is tying you up at having you watch the both of them jerk off to seeing you try and get off by grinding on the sheets (which does not work)

Aran, whether he admits it or not, he took a page out of Suna’s book

His entire hidden photo album is of you either being fucked by him or sucking Kita off

He also has an entire recorded version do you guys fucking that he and Kita watch when you aren't home

When Kita does have you to himself he takes on the Dom/Sub kinda thing

Aka borderline pet play

You sit and listen to him and what he says like a good pet, and you get a reward!

He dresses you up in little white dresses and he has you kneel in front of him and cockwarm him while he works

When Aran has you alone he takes the chance toooooo

….

…

Breed you!

Like a good little girl!

You take his cum so so well, don't you!

Yes yes, you do!

“Don’t let her walk all over you Aran, breed her like a good cow” (i had to, I really did)

“You look so pretty stretched around my cock, you're a good breeding whore, right? Yes, you are!”

Oikawa Tooru & Tobio Kageyama

This was a classic “in love with my senpais pretty girlfriend” kinda thing

Kags didn't mean to

He had known you from middle school and had a huge crush on you, but he knew that was as far as it would go

But when you came up to him after the game with seijoh and told him that he would have better luck next time

It was the hug that got him and in true Kageyama fashion he just couldn't help the words that fell from his mouth

“Thank you, you're still really pretty, and I've always loved you!”

Silence………………………………….

He couldn't even apologize because Oikawa was already on you yelling at him about never letting you near Kageyama again.

Yeah you had calmed both of them down, telling Tooru that he was overreacting and Kageyama was harmless to your relationship

After a few days of silence, you had invited Kageyama to have a “talk” with you and Oikawa

It was really just talking about feelings and ultimately Oikawa admitting that he was willing to give it a try, but you were his first and foremost and that won’t change

But you were quick to realize that they were actually really good together

The rivalry between the two always kept you on your toes and fueled both of their superiority complexes

Dates were always happening all the time, anther constant competition for you to like one of them better than the other

It's mostly movies and take out but its a date nonetheless

One thing they love to do is try to teach you how to play, all the time they try to get you to hit their sets

Even if you're awful at it, they appreciate you trying to learn more about their greatest passion.

You also try to go to as many of their practices as you can manage, they really love having you there to cheer them on!

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Ok so at first Kageyama had absolutely no idea what to do, so some exploring was mandatory

Finding out he was a switch was a happy surprise!

That leads to things going two ways!

You could have Tooru taking his throne in the bedroom and he commands his two peasants to do exactly what he wants them too

This can include just regular soft sex with your little tobio gazing and longing for him, while tooru watches

Tooru will have the two of you grinding, Tobio with a cock ring and you a strict order to no cum until told.

Or maybe he’ll have the two of you ride dildos, tied up and making a pretty show for him

Or you could have Tobio dictating both of you

This is mostly having you ride him while Toru watches, but he can't touch

It also might be Tooru eating you out and kags in your mouth, fucking your face. <3

Whenever either of the boys wins something you take all the time in the world and worship him as he deserves!

“Aw! Tobio I know you can go faster than that! Oh ho ho, ~ y/n I know you aren't about to cum! I didn't give you the go-ahead! Hold on, baby!”

“Tooru you look so weak. You haven't even touched her and you're ready to cum.”

“You look so pretty under me, Tobio~ let me and Tooru take care of you!”

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