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clubkira · 4 months

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S1. VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL — HQ SMAU SERIES ( 18 + )

[ 🖇️ ] EPISODE 1. TAKE NOTES FOR ME, MAN.

PREMISE. FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS INARI 5! / F!READER

DIRECTORS FILMOGRAPHY. (HQ. MASTERLIST)

SERIES MASTERLIST // NEXT EPISODE // PREVIOUS EPISODE

SERIES SUMMARY.

cardinal rule number one of university; don't fuck your classmates. unless they happen to have something you want.

DIRECTOR NOTES.

kuroo and reader have an especially close bond in the friendgroup, it dates back to childhood.

reader will never be referred to as y/n. petnames, nicknames etc will be used in place.

this season starts relatively early in the semester. despite being in japan, the series follows an american school year.

timestamps do matter somewhat, they’re usually just used to establish the setting / time.

reblogs are appreciated .ᐟ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

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rinslutz · 7 months

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bro code - a haikyuu au (18+) REWRITE

two years after breaking up with your ex, osamu, you have moved on with your life. you finally get a big role in an up coming tv show after years of small insignificant roles. when you find out that your co-star is suna rintaro, your ex's best friend who you despise, you plan on dropping the role. however, suna isn't exactly how you remember and for some reason you start catching feelings.

pairings: suna x fem!reader & osamu x fem!reader

genre: angst! written + smau

tropes: actor!suna, actor!osamu, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers

warnings: 18+, love triangle, miscommunication, cheating, toxic relationships, unrequited love, explicit sexual scenes, asshole charactes

taglist: (open)

status: ongoing

cast

SEASON ONE ↓

episode one :

episode two :

episode three :

episode four :

episode five :

episode six :

episode seven :

episode eight :

episode nine :

episode ten :

episode eleven :

episode twelve :

episode thirteen:

episode fourteen :

episode fifteen :

SEASON TWO ↓

(coming soon)

taglist: (open)

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natriae · 2 years

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tropes i think the haikyuu boys would fit in

Fake dating (my favorite)- SAKUSA, Kita, Tanaka, Shirabu, Meian, Iwa

Friends to lovers- ATSUMU(especially childhood besties), Bokuto, Kunimi, Akiteru, Semi, Konoha

Accidental kiss- AONE, Ushijima, Akaashi, Tsuki, Hinata, Suna

Arranged marriage- Daichi, Ushijima, kai(kinda), oikawa

He fell first- NISHINOYA, meian, Osamu, Yams, Hayato, tendou

Enemies to lovers- TSUKI, SAKUSA, osamu(rivalry of shops), yaku, yamamoto, Suna

first love- Suna, Atsumu, kita, aran, asahi, kuroo, Ennoshita, IWA

fake make out - KUROO, Osamu, Aran, Tsuki, Hinata, Kageyama

everyone can see it but y’all- KENMA, Osamu, aone,hayato, lev, reon

friends with benefits- Oikawa, SUNA, mattsun, atsumu, Tendou(no strings attached energy)

Foot poppin’ kiss- ATSUMU, Osamu, Kita, Kunimi, aran

i wanna make more this was fun

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idlerin · 11 months

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love sick — teaser 2: suna’s playlist

inarizaki dogs

masterlist — previous | next

love sick (coming soon)

suna rintarou x f!reader

social media au, college au, fake dating, matchmaker, romance, crack, humor, fluff!

cupid! calling cupid!

a/n — why, hello there lovely hoomans it doesnt make sense rn but it will make sense lmao u may be asking y d hell is sakusa here 1. i wanted to add him 2. the trio adopted im 3. i missed him

taglist is open ! (will be removing users that cant be tagged once the smau officially starts) + @yas-mjm @slut444spencer @agirlwholovesalot @omitea @pettyjayy @polish-cereal @yenqa @lilolpotato @kellesvt @whorefornoodles @yyuiz @pelicanpizza @not-another-ackerman @fairywriter-oracle @noideawhothatis @alienvarmint @kooki-doughs @kittycasie @rintarousprincess @cheezitwh0re @yaboiithewreck @zephestia @reina-de-tay @lvsalmendra @thebrownemo @mellowknightcolorfarm @nicerthanu @wolffmaiden @ilovesillycats @eyes4ren @2baddies-1porsche @bluegrey02 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @honeyisnotclever @themoonreflectsthesun @lylovw @fo-love @buggy-cj @cloudsvna @haruskatana @notkaycee

#— love sick.#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #suna rintarou x reader #college au #haikyuu smau series #suna rintarou x you #haikyuu suna rintarou #fake dating #haikyuu fluff #hq smau #suna rintarou #atsumu miya #osamu miya #sakusa kiyoomi #— smaus.

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ninapi · 1 year

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┏━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┓

For Kimetsu go here

For Jujutsu go here

For Tokyo Rev here

┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛

❀。• New to this

Akaashi version (Good ending route): Akaashi Keiji falls in love with a single mother and realizes she's all he wants for his life.

Word count: 27,791

☆ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ ch.3 ☆ch.4 ☆ch.5 ☆ch.6

☆Bonus chapter (Valentines special)

Osamu version (Happy ending route): Osamu fights for his very own chance at happiness when he is reunited with his first love, the mother of his brother's son.

Word count: 20,044

☆ ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ch.3 ☆ch.4 ☆ch.5 ☆ch.6

Atsumu version (True ending route): Atsumu gets another chance to get back the love of his life, the mother of his son, and build the family he was supposed to have.

Word count: 23,240

☆ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ch.3 ☆ch.4 ☆ch.5 ☆ch.6

❀。• Save me

The beginning: ☆ch.0

Semi version (Good ending route): Semi never thought he would find love where his insecurities laid deep, he never thought someone so broken could be so full of love, he never thought he needed to feel loved as much, until he met you.

Word Count: 24,248

☆ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ch.3 ☆ch.4 ☆ch.5 ☆ch.6

☆Bonus Chapter: Good ending Oikawa version

Ushijima version (Happy ending route): Ushijima struggles to understand the concept of love and what is expected of him in said equation, but he finds himself in the predicament of wanting nothing more than to be with the woman he loves even if it gets in the way of his established lifestyle.

Word Count: 19,837

☆ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ch.3 ☆ch.4 ☆ch.5 ☆ch.6

Kageyama version (True ending route): Friendship is a fragile thing. Keeping you safe was his priority for the longest time, but overcoming hardships along someone you hold dear form irreplaceable, indestructible bonds, and a childhood friend can easily become the love of your life; or so that was for Kageyama Tobio.

Word Count: 19,958

☆ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ch.3 ☆ch.4 ☆ch.5 ☆ch.6

❀。• Forbidden Forest

Premise: Ancient Japan gets hit by a rare disease coming from the birds. Succumbing to it and fearing for the safety of your bird companion, as a last resort you reach a mythical forest full of ancient shapeshifting creatures. Will you be able to find a cure? Will you be safe in the middle of a forest full of unknown forces? Love is right around the corner and meeting different clans will help you find it.

☆ Ch.0

☆ Tengu Clan Path (Sugawara Koushi):

Staying by your bird friend's side was the most comforting path to follow. Will this one lead to a happy ending? Was this the right choice? Love can weigh you down sometimes, but it's wonderful, nonetheless.

Word count: 5782

☆ Owl Clan Path (Bokuto Koutarou):

The promise of a cure had never been this close, being the wisest of the forest clans, the answer might be around the corner, but what if you didn’t want to leave the forest any longer?

Word count: 4764

☆Bakeneko Clan Path (Kuroo Tetsurou):

The possibility to save humanity presented itself, but you would have to leave the forest to chase this opportunity, something that could end your life. What you didn’t know was that chasing it would also mean find a love like no other, one that was waiting for you on the other side.

Word count: 5582

❀。• Fox Village

Premise: The last option to overcome the illness that holds you was very much uncertain. A place only known to be a myth became your last chance to survive. Welcome to the fox village, a place full of mystical beings, a place to finally call home, a place where love knocks in more than one door at the same time and choosing which to open might as well change your life forever.

☆ Ch.0

❀。• Kita Version (Good Ending Route): The connection he had with his past made Kita want you more than any of the others. He wanted to be like his grandma and she had a human by her side, always. Looking for the village best interest he ends up finding the real meaning of true love.

Word Count: 6296

☆ Ch.1 ☆ Ch.2

❀。• Atsumu Version (Happy Ending, Ver.1): Atsumu had never been interested in others, to his family and the village he was a good for nothing, a heartless fox possessed by an evil spirit that feeds on his compassion. But to you, he was just like everybody else. Having someone to listen to you and be by your side sometimes can make a big difference in who you become and what you accomplish in life, and so it was for Miya Atsumu.

Word count: 6348

☆ Ch.1 ☆ Ch.2

❀。• Suna Version (Happy Ending, Ver.2): Being the first born of the most prominent house in the village, it was a pressing matter for Suna to deliver as future head of his clan. High expectations were set for him which sent him your way, only for him to realize you were all he really needed.

Word Count: 6111

☆ Ch.1 ☆Ch.2

❀。• Osamu Version (True Ending): Fighting his own blood for what he wanted had always been an everyday thing for Osamu, but this time was different, he wouldn't let anyone have you, not even his twin brother. Before you, mating was just a concept of survival for them, but love can change someone to unimaginable lengths.

Word Count: 6186

☆ Ch.1 ☆ Ch.2

❀。• Glitched:

Premise: Suna Rintarou unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams through an online game and he does his best to find this mysterious girl in the real world and keep her for good.

Word count: 12,514

☆ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ch.3 ☆ch.4

❀。• A perfect circle

Premise: When you like the guy who likes the guy that likes you, things get a little out of hand, when a triangle becomes a circle not just one gets hurt. [Yamaguchi/Tsukki]

Word count: in progress…

☆ Ch.1 ☆ Ch.2 ☆ Ch.3 ☆Ch.4

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splitontendo · 1 year

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pairing: osamu miya x f!reader

synopsis: in honor of your friends birthday your friends and you all decided to get high. buying the drugs from no other than osamu miya. the most attractive dealer you’ve ever laid eyes on.

bonus!

masterlist | previous

fun facts! 🍃

atsumu, hitoshi, kenma, kuroo, all helped osamu plan his proposal (to an extent) hence why they weren’t THAT shocked.

suna wasn’t informed bc osamu knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it from u-

sunarin’s management team made him create a burner account after getting his main suspended.

a/n, THE END! thank u all for sticking w this story and being patient w me :’) it means sm! thanks again for all the likes, reblogs, and comments. they all mean so much to me. <33 happy holidays and happy new years!!! 🍾

taglist, can’t tag bold

@kaleidoscopekai @shiraboobie @90s-belladonna @p0nponpurin @its-the-aerieljeane @liliesloves @tetsuswhore @tanakasimpcorner @lilith412426 @sunababiee @jewlmin @rinvtaro @kokogxddess @tsukkisboo @sammcaav222 @sunarinnies @bakugouswh0r3 @gosteponlegoo @nerdynstoned @dabidoki @neologyro @rinschuupet @m1lfluv3r @criesinpisces @sunahyejin @annoyingfestivalbuscuitnerd @eveyams @inusdoll @melancoliie @darlingkuroo @peachyaeger @mariachiiiiara @teenydancer @aaniyahz @sugabeaniee @saltishima-rex @riceballsandanime @erinoikawa @vinjayeet @sirachano0dles @encrytpta @huskyhunny @whorefornoodles @zlatanakermann @lilsimp (closed)

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t4kalcvr · 9 months

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BEHIND THE PHONE — s. kita smau

[ posted : July 23, 10:00 p.m. ]

CHAPTER 13. mom. i want this one.

previous // masterlist // next

Note :: this is either going to be a two parter or a three parter, im leaning toward a three parter but just to let everyone know, updating might be a struggle this week because i have classes for this one week from 8am-2pm EST and tuesday, my family is dragging me along to watch the barbie movie with them, AND friday is my last class but i work that day AND the next day, saturday. I’m also going to be so drained because we have a test at the end of every class day. sooo yippee but i shall try my best :) !!

Tag List 🏷️ :: @idkanymorebuthere @iamapotat @midnightemy35 @alienvarmint @cillshot @sukunasrealgf @lycheesuwa @zenilili @kurenix

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attemptinghaikyuu · 6 months

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~Choose your own Ending~

You couldn’t believe Suna Rintaro right now.

Inviting Osamu Miya on the trip that was supposed to be Komori’s, Suna, and your special adventure.

How could he?

He called your name for the third time, turning himself to get your attention.

“I thought we’d have more fun with Osamu,” he tries, changing his approach to getting you to look at him. “You both get along when you try, there’s no reason why we can’t all go together.”

Is he serious? Your emotions boil over and you’re yelling before you can stop yourself.

“It’s not about how we can get along!”

“Why are you upset then?” Suna asks with narrowed eyes.

You grit your teeth.

“Because,” you spit. “This was our trip. This was supposed to be just us. But you. You invited someone else without even telling me.”

You scoff at Suna’s face turning blank. He understood at least. You weren’t going to just forgive him or forget this so easily though.

“Osamu?” you ask.

“Yeah?” He replies, after a flicker of unsureness crosses his face.

“Take over driving. I’m done.”

He doesn’t argue.

It doesn’t take long for you to swap driving duty and take a spot next to Komori in the back, who had watched everything unfold with concern for his friends. You were so glad he was here. All you wanted was to smoosh your face against his side for the rest of the drive.

He happily lets you take over his left side, occasionally offering food and talking quietly for only you to hear. You pass the rest of the day like this, and breath in the fresh air when you open your door to the beach.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x gender neutral reader #osamu miya #osamu x y/n #osamu x you #suna rintaro #suna x y/n #suna x you #komori motoya #komori x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu thoughts #<- tag this series is under #golly. writing this is just what I needed #I’m having so much fun

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mavrintarou · 2 years

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Lord Miya Atsumu [3 - end]

Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being sooooo patient with me. I have my exam to get my certification early October so I'll still be on down low until then. I promise, I have not forgotten these men that hurt our hearts.

Warning: the whole package, angst, fluff, smut & happy ending; mentions of blood & miscarriage Note: Thank you for hanging on to this bandwagon, I hope to have hit the spot for Lord Atsumu - I hope that I have redeemed Atsumu. Now... onto the next Lord :)

This is long.

Second part

Atsumu’s hair was disheveled, strands out of place, and he hadn’t bothered changing out of his kimono. Stains of blood marred its fabric, evidence of the chaos that had unfolded. Despite the circumstances, he adamantly refused to leave Y/n’s side.

“You must rest, my Lord.”

Atsumu’s eyes held a distant haze, fixated on his wife’s peaceful form. “How can I sleep?” he muttered, his voice heavy with despair. “Every time I close my eyes, I’m haunted by the echoes of Y/n’s pain.” He knew deep down that what he experienced was a mere fraction of the anguish she had endured.

When he shouted for his servants to call for the doctor, Y/n began to sob, writhing to escape out of his arms but he held her tight against his chest, “it’s okay… it’s okay.”

He gently carried her to the nearest room, his chamber, and carefully laid her on his futon. Her body curled away from him, instinctively seeking solace even in her unconscious state. With a tender intention to comfort her, he reached out, but his hand froze upon noticing the crimson stain that tinted his palm. A tremor coursed through him as he stared at the spreading redness that marked the futon. His vision blurred momentarily, but he shook off the disorientation.

“I – I need a doctor now!” he cries, “Y/n… Y/n it’ll be okay.” He brushes her hair with his other hand, “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry Y/n.” As her whimpers ceased, a chill ran down his spine, freezing his blood. He instinctively pulled her closer into his arms, only to feel her body go limp against his chest. The weight of her lifelessness pressed heavily on his heart, a devasting realization that pierced his soul.

As the doctor and midwife arrived, Atsumu was forcibly torn away and ordered to stay outside of his own chamber. He stumbled back, collapsing against the wall, his body trembling uncontrollably. The weight of the situation crashed down upon him, realization striking him with cruel intensity. The thought of losing Y/n engulfed him.

What seemed like hours later, the door to his chamber slides open. “My Lord…” He swallows the lump in his throat and stands up to enter his room. On a different futon, Y/n lays pale and sound asleep.

The doctor has given her some medicine to sedate her and heal her body from the miscarriage.

Dr. Ikuta bowed his head to the floor to Lord Atsumu. “My deepest apology, Lord Miya. I have miscalculated my Lady’s symptoms.” He explains that Y/n may have been more than ten weeks pregnant judging from the aftermath.

After the doctor’s departure, Atsumu remained in the same spot until sunset for the evening. He stares motionless at his wife who has not yet stirred.

Mirei sits a few feet away. “I will keep an eye on her, my Lord. Please rest.”

Atsumu looks over his shoulder, “it is all right, Mirei. You go rest too. I’ll stay beside her.”

Her maid sighed before leaving his chamber.

He laid down beside her, positioning himself to face her, his eyes drawn to her features. His gaze lingered on her face, and he noticed a beauty mark at the corner of her right eye, a subtle detail he had never fully appreciated before. With a gentle touch, he reached out, carefully pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. His thumb traced a tender path, grazing over her soft earlobe.

The corner of his mouth curved, a nostalgic smile forming as he remembers a childhood memory. He remembered how Y/n’s ears slightly stuck out more than other kids, and how she had always been self-conscious about it. She despised having her hair tied up, fearing it would expose her ears. Even as an adult, he noticed that she still kept her hair down, regardless of how sweltering the weather might be. It was a small yet significant detail that reminded him of the lasting impact certain insecurities could have, and he cherished her vulnerability all the more for it.

His knuckles grazed her cheek, “I’m so sorry.”

. .

Atsumu wakes hours later to an empty futon before him and jerks up. He scrambles onto his feet and out of his room, “Y/n?!”

“She is resting in her chambers, my Lord.” His personal servant answered quickly. “My Lady has requested to be alone.”

“Like hell,” Atsumu whispers under his breath, marching down the quarter to her room. “Y/n, I’d like to come in please.” He hears mumbling and takes that as a sign regardless.

He invites himself in and he finds his wife lying on her futon, her arms resting over her abdomen. She turns away upon seeing him. “I don’t want to talk about it… I just want to be alone.”

He let out a shaky breath, determined to ignore her request. Kneeling beside her, even though she kept her gaze adverted, he gently closed his large hand over hers, enveloping her small fingers within his grasp. It was a silent reassurance, a gesture of unwavering support, conveying his presence and willingness to stand by her side through thick and thin. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I wish I can –“

“Do you really think I care right now?” She snapped, looking at him with eyes full of tears. “Why can’t you just go away and leave me alone?”

“I won’t speak, I’ll just sit here with you,” he whispered softly, fully aware that his presence alone might not alleviate the situation. He understood his words might not provide the comfort she sought, but he had an overwhelming desire – a need – to be by her side. It was a silent plea, expressing his unwavering devotion and his willingness to support her, even if it meant silently sharing her pain.

She looks away, using her other hand to wipe her tears away. “I want to be alone.”

Atsumu scoots closer, taking her hand in both of his in a tight squeeze, “we should be together right now, I need you too, Y/n. I need you just as much. I may not know what to say… afraid I might say the wrong thing but what I do know is I want to be here with you.” His voice croaks, “please… don’t –“ he chokes, “don’t shut me out like this. It makes me feel as though I have lost both of you.”

Y/n remained silent, and Atsumu showed remarkable patience, a quality uncommon for him. He waited and waited, his steadfast presence unwavering. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, just asleep was about to claim her, she sensed him carefully placing her hand down. The chamber doors closed with a hushed whisper.

Days melted into weeks, and Y/n found herself confined within the walls of her chamber, hardly venturing beyond its boundaries.

She remained silent, uttering no more than a couple of words in his presence. Her responses were reduced to simple nods, shakes of the head, or one-word replies. Her vacant expression and hollowed eyes pierced his heart, tormenting him with the weight of anguish. He knew it was his fault, the source of her misery, pain, and suffering. The realization gnawed at his conscience, intensifying his own anguish as he witnessed the toll his actions had taken on her.

Mirei took pity on him and gave him reports about his wife.

“She cries every night, my Lord. She lost the child she had hoped to give you.” She sighed deeply, “what do you feel for her, my Lord?”

Atsumu swallowed before uttering, “I… I know it may look like I do not care or feel for her but Mirei… I do, I do care for her… I’m hurting as well. I want to say I’m sorry, but I know she won’t believe me or want to hear me at all.” His head dropped before his wife’s maid. “Please, Mirei, help me. Tell me how I can win her trust again. Win her heart.”

Atsumu was desperate to do anything within his power to bring her even the slightest sense of happiness. He searched for ways to please her, constantly seeking opportunities to ease her burden and alleviate her pain. Every action, every gesture, was driven by an unwavering determination to see a glimmer of joy return to her eyes.

He issued an order to his servants, instructing them to scour the land for out-of-season fruits that he remembered her enjoying as a child, as well as her favorite desserts.

Going to great lengths, Atsumu even made the difficult decision to sneak away for the day, reluctant to leave Y/n alone but sensing it was his only opportunity to regain her affection.

Arriving unannounced at his in-law’s compound, he was taken aback when Eunhyuk himself opened the gates. Atsumu’s brow knitted together in genuine confusion for a brief moment. “What are you doing here?”

Eunhyuk mirrored Atsumu’s puzzled expression, his gaze searching the man’s features as if expecting someone else. His mouth was poised to inquire about Y/n’s whereabouts, but before he could ask, a voice behind him interrupted him.

Atsumu’s attention swiftly shifted as he caught sight of his mother-in-law, prompting an immediate greeting from him. Breaking his gaze from Eunhyuk, he approached her with genuine warmth, eager to exchange pleasantries and address the purpose of his unexpected visit.

“Eunhyuk is now living with us until his family relocates here in the coming months,” she informed, a smile gracing her lips. “Didn’t Y/n tell you, son?” Her words hinted at surprise, implying that Y/n had neglected to mention this recent news.

Atsumu stammered, caught off guard by the revelation. “No – she did not but that’s all right.” He managed to reply. He had other things to worry about. “Mother, I am here today because I want to ask you what Y/n’s favorite dish is?”

With a soft sigh of relief, he departed from their compound, grateful that his mother-in-law hadn’t suspected anything amiss during his unexpected visit without Y/n. As her birthday approached, he saw it as an opportunity to leverage the occasion. He skillfully assured his in-laws that he wanted to surprise Y/n with a surprise meal, using it as a pretext for his presence in the area to acquire a thoughtful gift and surprise for her.

A few days later, Atsumu waits patiently, his palms were sweaty with nervousness. He sat patiently, anxiously awaiting Y/n’s arrival. As he heard her footsteps approaching, his head instinctively jerked up, his heart racing.

When she entered the room, her feet came to a halt, and his breath caught silently in his chest. He observed her pupils scanning the room, taking in the decorations and the meticulous preparation he and his servants had put into creating this space for her. Before him, a table set up with various dishes, fruits, and desserts – each one her favorite.

“Happy birthday, Y/n,” he greeted her softly, the words carrying a mix of sincerity and hope, as he held his gaze fixed on her, his heart yearning for a renewed connection.

Atsumu’s eyes might have been deceiving him, but he could have sworn he detected a glimmer, a flicker of something in her eyes. It was a subtle spark, easily missed by anyone but him, yet a stirred a ray of hope within him.

She lets out a soft sigh and walks towards him, sitting across from him. “My birthday isn’t today.”

His heart soared as she spoke, her full sentence filling him with joy. Unable to contain his delight, a smile brighten Atsumu’s face. “I know, but I wanted to celebrate it early because I have a special plan in mind,” he explained, his voice brimming with excitement. “I hope to take you away for a few days, just for your birthday. We can go anywhere, anywhere you wish to go,” he added, his eagerness deep.

“Take her away where she can take her mind off this miscarriage. You will need to show her, truly show her that you care for her, my Lord.” Mirei’s words echo in his mind. He hoped she would go, and he would take her wherever.

Her shoulders relax as she sighs, “you did not have to prepare so much…”

“I tried to get everything you like because…” he scratched the back of his head, “honestly, Y/n… I am your husband, but I do not know what you like so… I wanted to prepare everything that you may like.” A sense of pride within him bubbled up as he addressed himself as her husband.

She brings her hands together and closes her eyes, “Itadakimasu.”

Atsumu quickly follows, whispering, “Itadakimasu.”

He couldn’t contain his happiness, watching her eat a little of everything.

A sudden realization clicked in his mind, prompting Atsumu to reach over and delicately place a piece of shrimp tempura onto Y/n’s plate. Ignoring her momentarily frozen chopsticks, he casually began to eat, as if it were an ordinary gesture that held no significance.

After taking a few bites, Y/n gently placed her chopsticks down on the table and place both her palms on the surface. As she locked her gaze with his, Atsumu’s breath caught in his throat, a momentary panic seizing him as he feared she might leave. Her words hung in the air, causing his heart to race. “Are you… full? Or do you want – “ he stumbled over his words, his voice filled with desperation to understand her desires and meet her needs.

“I’d like to go away…” she said quietly, her words causing Atsumu’s eyebrows to rise in surprise. He was already prepared to instruct his servants to pack their bags for a getaway, but her next words caught him off guard. “To my family home,” she added, her request sinking in.

A mix of emotions flooded Atsumu’s heart – relief, curiosity, and nervousness. With a determined nod, he mustered a reassuring smile. “Of course,” he replied, “sure we can –“

“I think I should go home for a while.” Her voice was firm, “just me.”

One of his chopsticks slips from his fingers making a loud clinging noise against his porcelain bowl. “What?” he set the other stick down, “I don’t think that’s a good idea at the moment… you need rest –”

“I can do that at my home. I like to see my family.”

Atsumu was truly dumbfounded. “Then… we should go together.”

“I want to go alone.”

Atsumu’s breath hitched, his heart racing as fear gripped him, hesitant to voice his true thoughts. Part of him wanted to deny her wish, to convince her they should go together, but he feared it would only further complicate their already fragile situation. He took a moment to carefully choose his word, aiming for understanding and compromise.

“I still believe that we should stay together, work through this together,” he began, his voice laced with sincerity. As he saw her look away, her shoulders slumping, breaking the eye contact they had established, a pang of desperation urged him to continue. “We can go away… anywhere you desire, as long as we’re together,” he added quickly, hoping to convey his willingness to support her wishes while reaffirming his commitment to their relationship.

Fear consumed his mind as he witnessed her pulling away, further detaching herself from him. The realization of the pain he was causing her weighed heavily on his heart. For the first time in his life, Atsumu felt a profound fear of losing her, a sense of helplessness gripped him tightly.

He watched in silence, his words stifled, as her palms slid off the table and rested in her lap. The silence between them became an unspoken acknowledgment of the growing distance, leaving him with a sense of loss and an overwhelming desire to find a way to mend their shattered bond.

“If I let you go… you have to promise to come back home,” he pleaded, voice filled with desperation. “here, promise to come back home here. To me.” Atsumu emphasized his request.

Three seconds passed, each one feeling like an eternity. Then, finally, she answered, “I promise.”

Relief washed over him as he heard her response, a glimmer of hope reigniting within his chest. In that moment, he held onto the promise she made, knowing that it was a small step towards rebuilding their relationship.

“I’ll give you two weeks –“

Y/n looks up, her voice barely above a mutter, and stated, “that’s not long enough,” she muttered, “I need at least four weeks.”

“F – four weeks a long time,” Atsumu gritted through his teeth. “Three weeks,” he countered, a compromise offered with a hint of reluctance.

She nodded her head slowly, accepting his revised timeframe. “Okay,” she replied, understanding the compromise made and acknowledging the need for a fair balance between them.

“Can I… send a letter every day?” Atsumu’s voice cracked, his words barely more than a whisper.

A single tear slips from her eye, “I think we both need more space than that… it is best that you don’t,” she gently expressed, acknowledging the need for distance and the importance of allowing wounds to heal.

. .

The first week proved to be the most challenging for Atsumu. Faced with the ache of longing, he immersed himself in neglected family work, seeking peace and distraction from the overwhelming desire to ride off and bring Y/n back home. He poured his energy into the tasks at hand, using them as a temporary refuge, trying to push aside the impulse to act on his yearning.

“My Lord, your younger brother is here.” His servant announced outside the door.

Atsumu set his brush down and watched his brother enter his study. One look at him, he knew something was wrong.

“What’s wrong with you?” Atsumu and Osamu asked simultaneously, their shared concern evident in their voices.

They both let out sighs. Osamu approached, taking a seat across from his older brother, his eyes filled with curiosity. “I didn’t see sister-in-law, where is she?”

“Home.”

“In her room?” Osamu questioned, confused. “I came here to ask her for some advice…”

Atsumu expels a sigh, rubbing his eyes. “Home as in her family home.”

Osamu raised a brow, in suspicion. As a married woman, she wasn’t allowed to go back home without her husband. “So, you’re here… and she’s… there?”

“Yes, little brother. She has been at her family home for a week now.”

The younger brother narrows his eyes at the older brother, sensing that something significant had transpired. “What happened?” he inquired, his voice filled with concern.

Atsumu explained everything, sharing the details of the recent events. As the story unfolded, Osamu could only roll his head back in frustration.

“I won’t say a word to mother and father, but you need to fix your marriage, brother.” Osamu said, “Y/n has always been the one to pick up your shit, and if you lose her… you will have nothing. You need to get her back and treat her well.”

“I know,” Atsumu responded, voice filled with defeat. “I need to get her back,” he vowed, determination resurfacing within him. His words carried a sense of commitment, a promise to himself and his brother that he would do whatever it took to mend their relationship and bring Y/n back.

The room fell into a momentary silence before Atsumu broke it with a question. “Why are you here?” he asked.

Osamu let out a chuckle, “you see, brother, I too, am facing a woman problem,” he replied, a playful tone in his voice.

Atsumu rose from his spot and made his way over to a nearby cabinet, revealing a hidden stash of fine sake. Returning with the bottle in hand, he poured both of them a cup, the fragment aroma filling the room. Placing a cup in front of Osamu, he gestures for his brother to indulge.

“Well then, spill it.” Atsumu urged, a slight smile playing on his lips.

In that moment, they found peace in each other’s company, ready to offer support and advice as they navigate the complexities of their relationships.

. .

Y/n had believed that distancing herself from her husband would aid in her healing process, convinced it would be beneficial for both of them. Yet, instead of finding peace, she realized she missed him dearly.

Despite being surrounded by her mother, father, and Eunhyuk, she felt empty and alone. She had decided to leave Mirei, thinking she needed this time alone, but now she questioned if it was the worst choice she had ever made.

Regret gnawed at her, and the weight of her decision weighed heavily on her heart. She struggled to comprehend why she yearned for Atsumu, knowing that he had not been a source of comfort in the past. She couldn’t deceive herself into believing that his recent actions were expressions of love.

His recent gestures and words have been soft and gentle and it confused her as she grappled with contradictory feelings of longing for him despite the lack of emotional support she had experienced from him before.

The first week, her parents and Eunhyuk left her alone, giving her time and privacy. Not questioning why she had arrived alone without her husband. They let her be, waiting patiently for her to talk.

Her mother was the first to step in, asking only what is wrong with her child.

Y/n broke into a sob, spilling everything to her mother.

“Oh, my poor child,” her mother pulls her into her embrace, “I too know how it feels to lose a child.” Y/n learned a new truth, that her mother suffered a miscarriage when Y/n was two years old.

After speaking to one another, Y/n sniffles, head on her mother’s lap. Even as a child, when Atsumu made her cry, she would run to her mother who would comfort her, head on her mother’s lap and tell her everything will be okay.

“He came here, Atsumu, and asked me what kind of food you liked to eat.” She combed her hair behind her ear. “That was the first time I’ve seen Atsumu looking like that, desperate, eager, and determined as I explained how to cook a few of the meals I knew you loved. I knew something must have happened between you two, but I did not ask.” She peered down at her daughter, “every marriage will have its flaws and faults, but you must overcome it together, all right? Your father and I had many disagreements, and we would walk away but come back later to fix it. We had to because we loved each other.”

Y/n lifts her head, looking at her mother, “I love Atsumu, but I do not know if he loves me.”

“That man loves you.” Both women snap their heads to the voice by the door. Eunhyuk leaned against it, he had been standing there listening to their conversation for some time. “He loves you. I know it.”

Eunhyuk explained how that day when Atsumu had stopped by, the two of them shared a genuine conversation for the first time in their lives.

“Eun… Eunhyuk,” Atsumu addresses him by his given name, a sign of genuine sincerity. “I know I have not been nice… or fair with you and I want to apologize, from the bottom of my heart.” He paused, waiting for a response, but when Eunhyuk remained silent, Atsumu pressed on. “I acted childishly and called you mean names, and I sincerely hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”

Eunhyuk let out a sigh, his expression softening. “I forgive you, Miya,” he responded, his words carrying a sense of understanding and acceptance, the willingness to move past hurtful moments and strive for reconciliation.

Atsumu finds the courage to ask the next question, “you – you know my wife… Y/n the best. I have done her wrong and I want to make it right. How can I make it right with her?”

Eunhyuk lets out another sigh, “you do know that she has always been in love with you, right?”

Atsumu’s brows knitted together in confusion, unable to believe what he just heard. “No way,” he responded, his voice filled with a mix of astonishment and disbelief. His heart sank as he listened to Eunhyuk’s words, the weight of realization settling upon him. He sighed deeply at the weight of missed opportunities and the impact of his own blindness.

Eunhyuk’s gaze locked with Atsumu’s, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and concern. “Y/n has always looked at you, but you never looked her way,” he stated, emphasizing the depths of Y/n’s feelings. Eunhyuk recounted countless instances where Y/n’s attention was solely directed towards Atsumu, her concern and worry always evident. “Even as children, her eyes were always on you, not me,” Eunhyuk added, pointedly narrowing his eyes. “She might have been by my side most of her life, but her heart was always with you.” He let out a bittersweet laugh, “even when we spoke about our future, marriage, and children… deep down, I knew… I had a hunch that I was not part of her vision.”

Eunhyuk nudges Atsumu with a fist, “do you love her? Can you love her?” His words were direct, challenging Atsumu to confront his own feelings and confront the truth that had eluded him for far too long.

Without a doubt, Atsumu answered confidently, “yes, I do love her.”

. .

“What?!” Atsumu exclaimed in disbelief, his heart pounding as he struggled to catch his breath. After almost two weeks of agonizing separation, he reached his breaking point. Determined to show, tell, and prove his love for her, he had embarked on a journey, expecting to find her at his in-law’s home.

However, to his dismay, she was nowhere to be found. “She isn’t here. Where is she?” he asked urgently. The unexpected absence of Y/n left him feeling bewildered and anxious, unsure of where she could be or what might have happened in his absence.

Eunhyuk crossed his arms, a hint of amusement playing on his face. “You two are indeed fated lovers,” he remarked, his voice laced with a knowing tone. “Sometimes luck may not be on your side, but rest assured, she is on her way home to you.”

. .

“What?” Y/n exclaimed to Mirei, “Atsumu came to fetch me?!”

Mirei and the rest of the servants stood in disbelief, their expressions reflecting their astonishment. “You two didn’t run into each other?” Mirei questioned.

Y/n shook her head, “I took a route through the forest,” she explained, “I thought it would cut the travel time by at least half.”

Mirei giggles, “you two are funny, come, come inside – I’m sure by now my Lord has discovered you are no longer there and will return as soon as possible.”

Y/n shook her head again, “no… I’m going to wait here.”

Mirei gently tugged at Y/n’s sleeve, her smile warm and inviting. “Come, come, let’s change your clothes and see what my Lord has changed around here,” she suggested, her excitement evident. Y/n followed her into the compound of her own home, eager to discover the surprise that awaited her.

As she stepped further into the surroundings, a melodic symphony of wind chimes filled the air, their delicate tinkling sound intertwining harmoniously. Y/n’s eyes widened in awe as she realized that there were too many wind chimes to count; they adorned every corner, hanging gracefully from branches, eaves, and other structures. The ethereal music they produced created a serene atmosphere.

Mirei observed her Lady’s expression, her eyes softening witnessing the tears in her eyes. “My Lord said you loved windchimes and made them as a child, is that right?”

Y/n nods her head, unable to speak. “My sister… and I made them all the time.”

She walked through the rest of the compound, her gaze taking in the subtle changes that had occurred. She noticed various items had been placed or hung on the walls, transforming the surroundings into a space that felt inviting and comforting. Each addition seemed purposeful, carefully selected to infuse warmth and a sense of home into every corner.

She slid open the door to her chamber and stepped inside, her anticipation turning into surprise. Her single futon had been replaced with a much larger one, now accommodating two pillows. Y/n froze in the doorway, processing the unexpected sight before her.

Mirei, noticing her reaction, approached with her belonging and placed it gently on the ground. “Since you left,” Mirei explained, her voice carrying a touch of warmth, “he has been sleeping in here.”

. .

Y/n crouched down, picked up a branch she found nearby, and etched Atsumu’s name into the dirt as she waited for his return.

Her eyes scanned in the far distance, and it wasn’t until her ears perked up at the distant sound of horse hooves approaching. The rhythmic beats grew louder and faster, echoing in her ears.

Standing up, she turned her gaze to the right, hoping it would be Atsumu returning to her. Her heart pounded forcefully in her chest, the sound reverberating within her ears, blending with the intensifying sound of the hooves drawing near.

At last, like a bolt of lightning, Atsumu appeared on a white horse, riding with a speed that seemed almost supernatural. Y/n’s eyes widen in recognition as she realize it was Eunhyuk’s stallion, White Shadow, carrying Atsumu swiftly toward her.

Her heart leaped with relief and joy as she watched him draw closer. The sight of him on the majestic horse, his determination expression, and the wind-tousling hair evoked a sense of awe and admiration within her.

It was as if fate itself had conspired to bring them back together at that very moment.

As Y/n locked eyes with Atsumu from a distance, a rush of memories and emotions flooded her mind. At that moment, she recalled the promise she made to herself – the promise of love and forgiveness. The realization washed over her with undeniable clarity: she loved Atsumu deeply and wanted to be with him, to build a future together.

The sight of wind chimes, meticulously set up by Atsumu, added another layer of affection. It was a tangible expression of his love, a reminder that he had put thought and effort into creating a welcoming and comforting environment for her. She recognized the depth of his feelings and the lengths he had gone to demonstrate his love.

Her heart overflowed with love and forgiveness. She longed to heal their wounds together and to embrace the future that awaited them.

Atsumu pulls the reins, slowing the beast down.

Was she… waiting for him?

Was his eyes playing tricks on him?

Atsumu skillfully brought the horse to a stop, his hand gently patting its side as he whispered soothing words to the stallion. He swiftly dismounted and began running towards Y/n. His heart raced with his chest as he closed the distance between them.

As he approached, he noticed a sense of relief washing over her features, her face relaxing as if the weight of their separation had been lifted. In that moment, all the doubts and worries melted away, replaced with a sense of connection and longing.

Was that a smile on her lips?

Atsumu’s movement slowed, his eyes widening with astonishment when he saw her moving towards him. He had expected her to turn and run in the opposite direction but to his surprise, she was coming closer.

The world seemed to pause s she finally reached him, her momentum propelling her forward. With an almost forceful impact, she collided with him, nearly knocking him off balance. Her arms wrapped around his waist, clinging to him tightly.

Atsumu’s heart swelled with overwhelming love and relief. He held her just as tightly, clinging to her.

“You fool, why did you come for me?” she looks up at him, her voice carrying a mixture of disbelief and affection as she cupped his face. Her eyes filled with a glimmer of tenderness, “I promised you I’d come back, didn’t I?”

Atsumu’s face soften seeing her face for the first time in weeks. Cupping her face gently in his hands, he spoke with heartfelt sincerity, “I know, I know you promised but I couldn’t bear the thought of being without you. I wanted to come and bring you back home, even if it meant dragging you back kicking and screaming.” Her lips curve into a smile, “am I dreaming?” he whispers, thumb brushing against her cheekbones. “If this is a dream… I never want to wake up.”

She shook her head, her eyes shining with tears. “It is not a dream. I’m here. I’m back,” she affirmed, the reality of their reunion sinking in.

His forehead gently knocks into hers and he closes his eyes, “I love you. I have loved you all this time and I was too blind to see it. To notice it. You have always been there for me since we were children, following me around and taking my shit. I was too stupid and took you for granted.” He opens his eyes, “I have opened my eyes now, I see you, I want you, and I need you. I love you, please… forgive me and give me one last chance, because I promise you with my life – one chance is all I need to make it up to you for the rest of my life. I am confident enough.”

She whispers his name, his given name. “Say it again. Say you love me again, Atsumu.”

“I love you,” he whispers, “I say it every day for the rest of my life.”

Her lips press against his in a soft light kiss. “I love you too, Atsumu. I have loved you for many years and many years to come.”

. .

“So, you moved into my chambers?”

Atsumu’s cheeks flushed slightly. “Yes,” he replied, a hint of bashfulness in his tone. “I wanted us to share a room, to be together under the same roof.”

Y/n’s smile widened, her heart fluttering with sheer happiness. She longed to be close to Atsumu, to share their lives intimately, which had been a deep-rooted desire within her. The realization that they were finally going to share the same chambers filled her with indescribable joy, and she could feel her pulse quicken in anticipation.

Y/n shifted onto her elbow, angling her body towards Atsumu, her eyes fixed on him in a tender gaze. The silence between them piqued his curiosity, causing him to scoot closer and mirror her position, an arm gently resting on her waist.

“You’re making me nervous,” Atsumu whispered, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement, eager to know what was on her mind.

A soft smile graced her lips, and she answered, “just how much I missed you when I was gone.” In a few hours since their reunion, she found herself constantly smiling, overwhelmed by love and happiness.

He lets out a groan, rolling on top of her but shifting his weight so he wasn’t crushing her. He pressed his face against her neck. “I’ve endured countless days of unbearable pain without you,” he murmurs, “those were the darkest moments of existence, and I will do everything I can in my power to never endure them again.”

Y/n hums, “me too.”

“I love you,” he mumbles against her skin.

“I love you too.”

He mumbles something else she wouldn’t understand.

“What did you say?”

He shifts himself so his head rests on her pillow, looking at her. He looked into her eyes, reading them before asking, “I… if when you… when you are ready to try… again…” he chokes on his words and turns his face into the pillow, muttering incoherent words.

She runs her fingers through his locks. “Atsumu, I like to try for another baby –“

He shot up so fast, lifting himself onto his elbows and over her. “Really?”

She nods her head, “really.”

“Would… right now… be too soon?”

Her eyes shifted to his loose yukata, and she reaches to tug it open. “Now would be perfect.” Instantly, she feels something hard pressing against her thigh.

Atsumu groans, “we should – maybe we should wait… see what the doctor has to say first…”

Y/n’s hand freezes, “how about I make love to you then?”

His face softens, “how can I say no to that?”

She pulls his face down to kiss him, tugging off his yukata as well. Once she feels the warm skin of his chest and shoulder, she runs her palms against the hardness of his muscles. She breaks the kiss and whispers hotly, “let me take top…”

His eyes widen and he rolls over dumbfounded at her sudden boldness. She swings her leg over and straddles his thigh, tugging open his yukata until he is naked. His cock is hard and thick, already leaking tiny beads of cum.

Tugging off her clothing, she scoots over until she is pressed against his cock, and she glides herself over and along his length, teasing and exciting him.

Her fingers press against his chest, and she runs her palm down until she reaches his nipples. Circling the skin around the bud, she leans down and swipes her tongue over one side before sucking.

Atsumu groans, his cock jerking against her pussy. “Fuck… where… where is this coming from?”

Y/n moaned, giving his hardened nipple one last kiss before going to the other side, “I’ve always wanted to do this but… you wouldn’t let me touch you.”

“Fuck… I’m so dumb. I’m yours… all fucken yours. Do what you want to me, Y/n.” He groaned, his hips buckling against hers, wanting some sort of friction.

Atsumu nearly cums when she reaches between them, pumping his cock with one hand.

“E – enough…” he begged, “I need to be inside of you before I make a fool out of myself…”

Y/n smiled, guiding his cock to her core, and lowering herself slowly. Her eyes squeeze shut, wincing.

“Don’t… don’t force yourself,” he uttered, as he felt the tightness of her walls slowly expanding as if remembering him.

She lets out a gasp when he fully slips inside of her. Looking down, she touches her lower abdomen, a hand running along the slight bulge. “I feel you… right here.”

Atsumu places his palm over hers, “right where I belong.” She slips her hand from underneath and over his, pressing his large palm into her abdomen, making them both groan in unison. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” He grabs her hips and guides her upward so that he can thrust slowly. “Kiss me, please…” She leaned over, mouth hungrily moving over his as he took control, thrusting slowly into her heat.

Her soft whimpers are music to his ears.

Breaking the kiss, he hugs her to his chest and rolls them over. “Let me make love to you now,” he rolled his hips, thrusting slowly.

Her hands rest on his shoulders, holding on to him as he rocks into her body tenderly. “A -Atsumu…”

His breath hitched, “yes?”

Her eyes open looking into his, “har – harder… I want it harder.”

Atsumu groaned, unable to deny her request, but he needed to remind himself that her body was still recovering. “Soon, love, soon, but not tonight.”

The disappointment on her face almost made him change his mind, but he didn’t give in. He kissed the disappointment away, rocking gently until he feels her walls flutter around his cock and her sweet whimpers echo the room.

Atsumu shudders and trembles as he shoots his seed deep into her womb.

They both embrace each other for the next few minutes in silence.

“I love you,” she whispers, combing his hair.

“I love you too.” He whispers, kissing her cheek. He sits up and before he thinks to pull out, he grabs his pillow before slipping his flaccid cock out that was still oozing cum. He slips the pillow underneath her hips, “just a trial.”

. .

[6 months later]

“You need to find her, Sa’mu!” Y/n exclaimed, reading the letter Osamu’s lover has sent to him.

“I know,” the younger brother groans, “I’m only hearing this now too, sis.”

Y/n rubs her five-month pregnant belly, “you must act soon Sa’mu. I can’t… I can’t even imagine going through this time alone.” She looked at her husband beside her, squeezing his hand, “I need your brother all the time. That means she needs you too.”

That was enough for the younger twin to leave immediately.

Y/n maneuvers herself in between her husband’s legs and place his palms on her belly.

“You think he’ll find her immediately?” Atsumu inquired, his palms tenderly caressing his wife’s belly.

Y/n hums softly before asking, “if it was us, would you find me immediately?”

“Fuck yes, I’ll hunt you down.”

Gently placing her hands on top of his, she reassures him, “he is your twin, I’m certain he’ll find her in no time.” She looks up at him with a smile, “our babies will have two cousins to grow up with.”

Atsumu pouts, “I was hoping our babies will be the grandbabies for a while but no ‘Samu had to go and compete with me as well…”

Y/n’s laughter filled the air, a joyful sound that danced between them. “What were the odds that twins would also have twins at the same time?” she mused, a hint of wonder in her tone.

He grinned, “Miya bloodlines, that’s for sure,” he boasted with a touch of pride. “We definitely beat the odds of that one. Leave it to the Miya family to bring about such extraordinary coincidence.”

“Sure, Miya bloodlines…” Resting against Atsumu’s back, she looks up at the chimes that are lightly singing from the fall winds. “Now what would be the odds if we both have the same gender?”

“Hmm, I don’t know about ‘Samu but I hope our babies are girls.” He kisses the crown of her head.

“Why?”

He holds one finger up, “one, they will be super cute because they would look like you, and two,” his other finger sticks up, “if they’re boys… and they were like ‘Samu and I… I’m in for a taste of my own medicine.”

Y/n throws her head back laughing, “I think you might be getting a taste of your own medicine, Mirei tells me that the way my belly is sitting, I’m having boys.”

. . .

E/n: I know I took a long time and I hope I cooked a good ending for you all. Now... onto Lord Osamu.

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rinslutz · 1 year

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how it ends — suna rintaro smau

“distance makes the heart grow fonder” is what you tried to convince yourself of when you left to study overseas. your main fear was that your long-distance relationship with suna would fail. your biggest fear becomes your biggest nightmare when you’re sent a video of suna making out with a girl at a party.

pairing: suna rintaro x reader & miya osamu x reader

genre: angst

warnings: cheating, toxic relationship, misunderstandings, unrequited love, falling out of love, this will probably be a long story

taglist: (open)

status: ongoing

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01. rude awakening

02. home sweet home

03. surprise surprise !

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(to be continued)

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tomitsuya · 1 year

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HOT COCOA

summary: there’s something so warm and comforting about your best friend, miya osamu. you just wish you stopped feeling a ferocious flutter every time you look at him

pairing: miya osamu/f! reader

tags: friends to lovers, timeskip, msby appearance, fluff

It's tough out there– Christmas is peak couples’ season and you’re surrounded by happy couples entwined everywhere you go. Lest you sound like a jilted heroine, you angrily push through a couple of them as you rush to Osamu’s restaurant for dinner. You hated being reminded about your singlehood– whether at work or in public, or on social media. This time of the year is especially draining.

Osamu invited you as an end of the year treat– he was closing Onigiri Miya until the new year and he invited you, along with a couple of other guests for a small party. As far as you knew, his brother and some of the MSBY players were also going to be in attendance.

You’re the last to arrive at the party because you missed your train, so most of the guests are inside and there’s a gentle hum of activity. Osamu’s back is turned to everyone as he dices some spring onions behind the counter. His muscles flex as he works on his cooking, dressed in nothing other than a thin, black t-shirt. You stare for a moment longer than you’d like, admiring his strong arms and hands prepare the vegetables with utmost care.

“Y/N!” Atsumu hollers, calling you into the restaurant.

Osamu’s ears perk up and he looks over at you. He gives you a quick smile which you return shakily, still simmering in the shame over nursing your attraction to your best friend. It was embarrassing– being an adult and having a crush on your childhood best friend but you were determined to ignore it.

Atsumu beckons you over to where he is, joined by his teammates and a girl. Before you can ask, Atsumu answers any questions you might have had.

“This is Hana, my girlfriend.”

You nod, giving her a brief smile. Hinata and Bokuto bombard you with questions, while Sakusa nurses his glass of tea silently. Atsumu and Hana seemed wrapped up in each other, so much so that you can’t help but feel a touch jealous. Not of Hana– never, no– but that they had each other when every atom in the atmosphere was reminding you of the joys of being in love.

Osamu joins the group a little while after, sliding a tray of Atsumu’s favourite negitoro onigiri towards him. Atsumu thanks his brother and tucks in with gusto, disgusting Sakusa, who hides his mouth behind his collar. You pat Sakusa on the back sympathetically, earning you the smallest of smiles from him, a miracle in its own right, and go on with your night, sampling a little of everything Osamu put out for the party.

Once the party cleared out, with a tipsy Atsumu draped on his girlfriend and having to be led out, you stuck behind to help Osamu with the clean-up.

“I don’t mind,” he smiles, “Ya can head home too.”

“Well, I don’t mind staying.”

“Alright,” he tosses you a damp rag for you to wipe down the tables.

“This yer first time meetin’ Hana?” He asks.

“Yeah, why?” You reply, cocking an eyebrow.

Osamu’s done washing up and starts putting away the dry utensils and plates.

“She seems nice, doesn’t she?” He asks cryptically.

You nod. “Yeah, they seem happy. I’m happy for Atsumu.”

“Ya were starin’ at them the whole night,” Osamu observes quietly, setting down the plate he was drying with more force than necessary.

It rings throughout the quiet restaurant.

“What are you talking about?” You ask.

“Nothin’, just wonderin’ if my idiot brother gettin’ a girlfriend made you jealous,” despite him trying to come across as light-hearted, you notice a palpable bitterness in his tone.

“It doesn’t, because I don’t have feelings for Atsumu. What’s bringing this on?” You move closer to him.

“Ya just keep goin’ on about how all the couples annoy you around this time of year and I saw you starin’ at Atsumu, and I couldn’t help but wonder.” He says placidly, not meeting your eyes, “That maybe yer just jealous.”

“Hey, I confided those things to you in good faith,” you frown, “Not for you to throw them back into my face.”

“Well, maybe if you stopped whinin’ and saw what was in front of ya, then I wouldn’t have to.”

“What are you even talking about?” You ask, tugging on his arm to get him to face you.

“I like ya,” he says bashfully, “And it's buggin’ me to see yer moonin’ over everyone, even though I’m right here.”

“And how was I supposed to know that?” You say, and even though your tone is biting, you’re more than a little pleased that he returns your feelings.

“Dunno,” he mumbles.

You roll your eyes, “Osamu, ugh, look at me.”

He meets your eyes shyly, so unlike his usual confident self. Osamu seems shocked that he confessed to you, more surprised than even yourself. You lick your lips as you search to find the words, but Osamu takes that as an invitation to lean in and kiss your lips softly.

“Was that okay?” He asks.

“Yes,” you breathe, “And I’m going to kiss you now.”

Before his lips can curl into a smile, you’ve met his lips and throw your arms around his neck. Osamu reciprocates enthusiastically, picking you up and setting you on the counter.

“Stop complainin’ now, because ya got me. And I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“Aw!” Atsumu’s shrill voice cuts through your moment.

The both of you jump up and look at him, but neither of you bother to unwrap your arms from the other.

“I left my wallet, and I came to get it,” he explains, “Sobered up when I got home and Hana made me come back to get it.”

You nod, but Osamu grumbles at him.

“Yer make a cute couple! Goodnight!” Atsumu laughs on his way out.

Osamu grumbles once more, “I’m tellin’ mom he was bein’ rude to you.”

You slap his chest at the obvious lie but he just grins devilishly, caging you against the counter in his strong arms. His lips skim the skin of your neck, teeth nipping you when he reaches your ear.

“I’m gonna make ya some hot cocoa after this,” he says as seductively as he can, “with marshmallows and everythin’.”

#osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #osamu x reader fluff #osamu x you #miya osamu x you #miya osamu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #by: tomitsuya #series: 22xmas

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satoruyes · 1 month

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SOME WIP’s COMING OUT w dates

a/n: im trying to write for characters i havent before

Naivety (Izuku Midoriya) March 27 ✅

naive little y/n who was convinced by Pro-Hero Deku that he can pass on all for one to her if she just swallow some of his cum!!

Can we not? (osamu miya) March 28 ✅

you catch your boyfriend cheating, and he says “you bet not touch her!”

Trapped in the closet (eijirou kirishima) april

kiri in the closet while ur boyfie bkg fucks u; you & bkg are unaware

Booze & Bullshit (eren yeager) april

seeing your ex while w eren and you try to make him jealous; with erens help..

Baby please.. (kento nanami) April

so many late nights at work, he’s so inattentive, does he even love you? he decides to make it up to you..

Co-Parent PART 3!! (katsuki bakugou) April

BEAR IT PART 4 (gojo satoru) April

tattoo artist au x jjk ??? | April

#lulawrites #my wips #coming soon #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #miya osamu #eren yeager #izuku midoriya #gojo satoru #lulas bear it series #lulas co-parent #i must finish these before i make any more series!!!!!!

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asheofalltrades · 5 months

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I bring the next piece in my singer hc series!!

This is Osamu as Chris from Smash Into Pieces! A lot of people already hc him for dub Bakugo from BNHA, but imo I like him for sub Osamu (idk if I ever said but all these hc’s are based off sub voices)

I’m so beyond obsessed with dynamic lighting, and doing the blue coming from behind Samu was SO FUN!! I’m also just extremely giddy with this piece because I adore a thiccer Samu and I got to do that 🥰 And then I had so much fun doing the streaks in his haaair this piece was just a blast I adore it

Total working time: 10h 57m

#hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #miya osamu #osamu #osamu miya #smash into pieces #singer hc series #my art #i learned with this art that the twins in my style gives levi ackerman vibes #i mean #i ain’t mad about it #but def something i learned LMAO

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New to this (Osamu version)

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Premise: Osamu fights for his very own chance at happiness when he is reunited with his first love, the mother of his brother's son.

Word Count: 4389

Warning: Slightly suggestive, mentions of an active unprotected sex life, pet names.

Chapter 4: Family Pt.2

Saying things were moving fast wasn’t probably an accurate statement, you’ve been pinning over each other for a lifetime, but anyone seeing it from the outside would say it was fast indeed.

Family life came out so naturally, it had a rhythm of its own. The three of you spending a night together was all it took to have your son fall completely in love with the concept of having a dad and his uncle stopped being just that.

Seiji wasn’t sure if he was allowed to feel the way he did. But he didn’t even know bath time could be so much fun, he’s seriously been missing out in a lot of things, ¨Uncle, I….¨ he’s been acting weird all day, even left half of his food untouched and that had you both worried. ¨Is there something wrong? You didn’t even eat your pudding tonight. ¨ Osamu pulls the child closer, discarding the toys separating them, ¨It’s just that, well you know I don’t have a daddy, never had one,¨ the child is now tucking himself under Samu’s armpit, playing with his own fingers and looking down, ¨Is it weird that I want you to be it? I know you are my uncle, not my real dad, but I’ve seen what dads do with their kids in school and it looks like what we do together.¨ grabbing a rubber duckie, Samu pokes his little cheek with its beak, ¨It’s not weird at all. I also see you as my own son, so we are on the same boat here.¨ the toddler immediately looks up at him, his eyes sparkling, ¨Can you be my real daddy then? I want to live here with you for real not just some days.¨ he’s been meaning to ask you to just move in together, you were basically there every day, having an apartment just to sleep in sometimes is rather silly, but he knew the implications of asking that of you. He’s been sneaking in a few kisses here and there but you haven’t really talked about where you guys stand in terms of a relationship if you were even in one. ¨I’ll talk to your mom, kay? But as far as I’m concerned, I’m already your real dad.¨ Seiji was overly excited, his naked self clinging onto his neck, ¨Daddy, can we still eat that pudding later?¨ Samu chuckles getting out of the tub with the child in his arms, ¨Course, we can.¨ and after having a man to man conversation during bath time he officially became your son’s father.

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You were currently laying down a futon in Osamu’s office for you to sleep there tonight, he wanted to just turn it into a room but you were hesitant for some reason. You didn’t want to think of Atsumu when you are thoroughly enjoying domestic life with Samu and your son but you can’t avoid thinking of what’s going to happen once he finds out you are there with his brother. You don’t want your son to be too comfortable or to lose your apartment and then having to run away once more.

Samu sneaks in behind you, grabbing you by your hips and resting his chin on your shoulder, ¨You ain’t sleeping here tonight. Gotta talk to you about something.¨ you nodded at this, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

¨Daddy! I can’t reach the pudding is on the top shelf!¨ yells your son from the kitchen, making your eyeballs almost bulge out of their socket. He called him WHAT-, you could feel you were starting to sweat in places you normally wouldn’t but before you could succumb to panic Osamu lets go of you and heads over to aid the child like if nothing had just happened.

You stayed there in the room staring at an empty corner, trying to process what you just heard and think of a way to mend it. What if that freaks him out? Any sane person would freak out at that, what is your son thinking!! But once you were brave enough to face him, he was cuddling your son on the sofa, both eating out of a small pudding cup while watching animal planet. Nothing out of the ordinary. Was he ok with this? Is this what he wants to talk about tonight? You were sweating so much that you decided to take a cold shower and just leave it for later.

Once you got out of the bathroom you headed over to the office room to see your son was already tucked in and was just waiting for your kiss to sleep like the good boy he was. ¨Good night, mama. Daddy said you were going to sleep with him tonight.¨ he kisses your cheek, unable to contain his happiness, according to his daddy the first step to get the both of you fully settled with him would be you agreeing to sleep in his room without him in it, so he was doing his best to be brave and sleep by himself, ¨You ok with that, my love?¨ this is the first time you wouldn’t be by his side all night, it worries you. ¨I’m a big boy now! Daddy said I can have my own bed next week.¨ he nods, turning onto his side to hug his whale plushie. You had so many questions but decided not to bother your son with that, ¨That’s lovely, baby. See you in the morning, ok? You can always call me if it gets scary at night, I'll be here right away.¨ the child waves at you before closing his eyes and you head over to Samu’s room. He was waiting for you, already in bed, shirtless, making you stop by the door glaring at him while crossing your arms over your chest. ¨What?¨ he blinks at you, patting the empty side of his bed for you to come. ¨Ready much?¨ eyeing his smug expression you crawl over to your side of the bed, leaving some space between the two of you as to not get distracted by the muscle display.

¨Can you tell me what’s going on?¨ you really needed some answers. You weren’t upset just confused. ¨We had a chat during bath time. He asked me to be his real dad and I said yes.¨ he shrugs as if he was just checking the weather app. ¨Oh? Not like I have a problem with that, but shouldn’t I be part of that conversation? Last time I checked he came out of me, that comes with some rights, don’t you think?¨ you smacked his arm playfully, faking an annoyed huff. ¨You mean I should have asked you to marry me before agreeing to his terms? Cuz things can be arranged.¨ he pokes your knee, avoiding your eyes. ¨Aren’t we skipping a few steps here?¨ you giggle at his shyness, a stark contrast to how sexy he looked half naked in bed, his hair still a bit wet. ¨Oh heck no, I’ve waited too long to go to a holding hands face, (Y/N). We are both adults here and have known each other all our life, pretty sure we can skip a few of those. Don´t chicken out on me now.¨ he pulls you over to him, quickly caging you against the pillows, ¨Or do you not want me as much as I want you?¨ you could see the years of longing in his eyes. Each time he stole a kiss from you, every soft touch that lingered on for too long, you could almost feel how desperate he was. Of course you wanted him just as much, but you were scared, scared of finally having the future you always wanted, scared of having to deal with Atsumu.

¨Stop thinking about him (Y/N) please.¨ he rested his forehead on yours, heaving a deep sigh, he was trying his best this time and he feared it wasn’t coming across as intended. ¨I want this too, Samu. Always did and you know it better than anyone. But what are we going to do? He is your brother’s son. It’s much more complex than if he was just someone else’s kid.¨ you brought both of your hands to his face, gently caressing his jaw, your eyes were starting to fill up and he hated that, he won’t let him get in the way again, not this time. ¨I know, but at least for Seiji it isn’t as bad, we have the same face and he should have my last name, anyways. I know it won’t be fun dealing with Atsumu but I’m sick of losing you to him. I’ve loved you my entire life and I love this kid so much, I can’t go back to just being your best friend (Y/N).¨ you know he is right, best friends don’t kiss each other, not like that at least and definitely didn’t share a life like you two do now. ¨Ok…¨ your voice nothing but a whisper, ¨Ok what? Use your words, love.¨ he nudges your nose with his making you look into his eyes, ¨I love you too. I want to be with you. I want you to be the father of my son. If you’d have us of course.¨ you were going into shy mode again, hearing your own words, but he won’t let you, snatching your lips before you could say anything else, your hands were in his hair in a matter of seconds, his tongue invading your mouth almost immediately. You’ve never been kissed like this, it was so intense, you could feel years of bottled up feelings in each of his kisses. Shortly after, any remaining clothing items were being thrown around without a care in the world and even if you tried to tone it down for your son, he turned you into a moaning mess, like the true starved man he was. Years of fantasies turning into reality right before his eyes.

That was just the first of many to come, your son leaving so early for school every day just being a good excuse for lazy morning sex. There was no surface in the entire property that hadn’t been a victim of your repressed passion in the last few weeks.

He was unstoppable, relentless.

While Atsumu was fierce as well, the difference was quite noticeable. Atsumu was softer, long hours of love making, very vocal, mostly prompted by heavy cuddling and making out on the sofa. Samu was rough, intense, demanding, he gagged at the mention of condoms, he wanted to feel you squeeze him dry, he wanted you full to the brim with his essence. Two complete opposites.

You moved in together officially a couple of days after the initial conversation. As he promised, Seiji got a big boy bed and was fully installed now, his old office turning into a toddlers room, a shark patterned wallpaper now decorating its previously dull walls, toys and books scattered all over the floor.

Nothing much has changed for your son, he is thrilled at the fact that he fully lives with his daddy now and has his own room. But he tells everyone his name is Miya Seiji, proudly. Always handing out shop flyers to the school staff and inviting his friends to come over to his shop for the best onigiri they will ever have.

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Atsumu was currently at his parents house, he had to take the bullet train back to Tokyo that afternoon but wanted to be fed by his mother once more before leaving.

¨Take this box to your brother. I bought way too many fruits this week.¨ he nods to her, peeking inside the heavy looking box.

¨How come you never send me food packages?¨ he whines, clinging to his mother’s arm. ¨Atsumu, you come here so often, why would I send you food? I should start charging you at this point.¨ she shakes her son off of her, adding a couple of extra peaches into the box. ¨But Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, it´s so heavyyyyyy!¨ he was still sore from morning practice, not wanting anything to do with his mother’s request.

¨You will take this box to your brother today and I won't hear anything more about this. You make sure to Facetime me once you are there so I can see it.¨ she drops the box on his hands and pushes him out of the house, ¨Have a safe trip, son.¨ she kisses him goodbye and closes the door on his face before he can whine any further. Couldn’t she send the box through the mail? He grumbles all the way to the station, sending a text to his brother, letting him know he will be stopping by the shop this afternoon.

His brother however, was currently very busy all over his ex-girlfriend to notice said message.

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Tomorrow was finally the day to see your son up in the stage, shining in all his onigiri glory, so you would be closing the shop for the day. Samu wanted to take him out for dinner afterwards to celebrate.

It was a slow day, only a couple of salarymen stopping by and requesting their meals to go. Which meant your boyfriend had dragged you onto the kitchen for some snogging. His lips were currently latching onto your neck, making you squirm against the prep table when the little bell on the door rang, bringing you back to reality, Samu not really caring about the waiting customer.

What he didn’t know was that said customer was no other than his twin, annoyed at the lack of attention he was currently being given. Didn’t he hire a pretty girl for the counter? That’s what Hinata said the other day when he stopped by the shop. He was actually looking forward to being ogled over today. ¨Samuuuuuu, are you in the back? Come help me, your mother sent you a very heavy box full of food.¨ he whined loudly, making you gasp in realization, you could recognize that voice anywhere. You smacked your man lightly for him to stop his ministrations. ¨Oh god, Samu! Should I go hide somewhere in the back?¨ you whisper-yelled at him, in full panic mode.

Atsumu was growing more annoyed each second that went by in the absence of his other half. He pulled out his phone, video calling his mother, ¨Ma, I’m here look, but your other son isn’t. Can I go now? I’ll leave the box on the counter.¨ his whinny tone angering his mother. He felt something on his leg, so he looked down before his mother would start yelling, ¨Excuse me sir, are you my uncle’s twin brother?¨ the confusing question making him tilt his head to the side, the phone changing angle as well at this, leaving Seiji fully in display for his grandmother to see, that’s when you came out of the kitchen, grabbing Samu’s hat to cover your face a bit and scooped your son into your arms, running out of the shop within seconds, moving like a true ninja. This didn’t stop their mother to see you clearly though. ¨Miya Atsumu. What are you not telling me? How can you not tell your loving mother that she was finally a grandma? Don’t you know how much I’ve wanted to be one all my life? How can you be so CRUEL!!¨ he was so confused, ¨What do you mean? You are no grandma. I’ve never seen this kid in my life.¨ his tone of voice raising at the accusation, ¨You’re so dumb, sometimes I wonder who do you even take after. That was (Y/N), Atsumu. So that was your son, you know, his uncle's twin? Meaning that’s your child. MY GRANDSON! Go after her right now, if you want to still be considered my son.¨

Osamu ran out of the kitchen, stopping Atsumu from following his mother’s orders. ¨You ain’t going anywhere.¨ he could hear his mother groan, she can see the bigger picture, unlike her eldest son. ¨So she’s with you now? When were you planning on telling me I have a grandson? I can understand you not wanting the competition biting you on the butt again but I’m your mother, I have the right to be in my grandson’s life even if his dad doesn’t.¨ she was moving around the house now, in a hurry, while Atsumu was speechless, staring at the spot the child was at just a few minutes ago. ¨I’m hoping on the next train. Osamu, go after (Y/N). I want to talk with all of you as soon as I get there, she’s like my own daughter, how can she think I wouldn’t recognize her just by wearing a hat? Ridiculous.¨ truth is Atsumu didn’t recognize you, neither did he take a good look at the kid. You’ve been in his life forever, how could he not notice. Does this mean you were in fact pregnant with his child all those years ago?

¨No.¨ it’s all Osamu could say, he needed to be cautions or things would escalate quickly, he knows his family all too well. ¨Excuse me?¨ mama Miya was losing the last drop of patience in her body, her sons would be the death of her. ¨They live with me, I won’t let the child hear all this. Come tomorrow when he is in school. We have time during his morning period. Make sure to come to the shop around 8AM. Tsumu, take Ma to your place.¨ he nodded to his brother’s commands, not ready to face this whole situation just yet. ¨That’s fine. I don’t want my grandson to hate me. I’ll see you there tomorrow then.¨ she was about to hung up when her son spoke once more, ¨He has an important day tomorrow, I’m sure he would be happy to have all his family there for him. He is a great kid, bring him a gift or something.¨ her son never talks this much, is making her feel things. ¨Got it.¨ he nods and snatch the phone from his brothers hand, ending the call. He pushed Atsumu out of the shop and closed it, quickly running over to the park, he knew you’d be there.

Seiji was playing in the sand box completely unfazed by the situation, but you were crumbling on a bench. He sits by your side making you flinch at the sudden movement, ¨c’mere babe.¨ he wraps his arms around you tightly, kissing the top of your head, ¨Everything will be just fine. Ma is coming tomorrow.¨ you nodded quietly, knowing this day would come eventually. You’ve been trying to prepare yourself but were dreading having that conversation with Atsumu, it could even turn out to be worse now that your mother in law was going to be in it as well. ¨I won’t let him get in the way. I promise.¨ he kept on reassuring you, tipping your face up to meet his eyes, ¨I don’t know how to face them, Samu. How will we explain what we have right now? It was enough as it was for him to see he actually has a kid. How are we going to-¨ you hiccup in between words, sobbing onto your boyfriends chest. ¨I’ll handle this (Y/N), all you have to do is stay by my side. Everything will be ok, they will understand this, Tsumu might not like it, but he had his chance and wasted it. I didn't get in his way, its only fair he doesn't do it either this time.¨ he brushed your tears away, kissing your lips gently. ¨Lets go back home. Seiji is probably hungry.¨ you nodded, letting him drag you back to the shop with your son in his arms.

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¨Don't forget you have to be in the school gym at noon. And don’t forget to bring the headbands!¨ your son yells out at his parents from the school bus window, both of you nodding in response and waving back at him.

Today was finally the day he’s been looking forward for so long.

You headed back inside the shop as soon as the school bus was no longer visible, you were so nervous, didn’t even touch your breakfast.

Mama Miya sent Osamu a text saying they were on the way so the both of you just stayed downstairs, Samu holding you tight, whispering sweet nothings next to your ear, his thumbs rubbing circles onto your hips as you waited for the rest.

The doorbell ringing a few minutes after. You could hear a sharp gasp almost immediately, making you press yourself deeper onto him, wanting earth to swallow you whole.

¨So that’s what you meant when you said they live here, huh? You shameless brat.¨ grumbles Atsumu, plopping onto a stray chair, staying as far away from you as possible. He’s been aware of his brother’s feelings toward his girl since forever, but somehow he thought it was over. Seeing this with his own eyes was utterly painful and he just didn’t know what to say or do.

¨(Y/N), my child. Come give me a hug.¨ the older woman headed straight to your shielding form, speaking as softly as she could, she clearly sees what’s going on and doesn’t want to aggravate the situation. You honestly missed her lots, she’s been more your mother than your birth one. She was there for you while growing up as a woman, even there for you on your first period. She was the one who taught you how to handle it, which pads to buy, she patiently answered all the awkward questions you couldn't ask your own mother about. Always showered you with love and treated you like you were her own daughter.

You let Samu go and returned her hug, a loud sob leaving your lips at her warmth. ¨It´s ok, baby girl, mama is here. You can cry all you need.¨ she rubbed your back affectionately until you calmed down, Osamu guarding your back and keeping an eye on his brother just in case. ¨Thank you for giving me such a lovely grandson, darling. He looked so healthy, I could see how well you’ve been taking care of him just by looking at his round adorable little cheeks.¨ she smiled up at you, holding both of your hands with pride, and you returned her smile in between sniffles.

Atsumu just had to say something, this situation was driving him insane, ¨So it was true. It was my baby.¨ you looked at him, nodding quietly, ¨Of course it was yours. I told you, but you wouldn't listen to anything I said. I also tried to find you again when he was born so you could see it for yourself since he looks exactly like you, but your phone number wasn’t good anymore.¨ your voice was raw, tired of crying so much, his heart being ripped out of his chest as you spoke.

¨Why did you not tell me she was pregnant, Atsumu? You never told us anything, wait until your father hears about this. Is this why Osamu broke your nose and dind't visit us in years?¨ Osamu nods, not giving Atsumu time to reply. ¨You had to raise him on your own, you are so strong, I’m so proud of you, darling.¨ her loving words were making you feel so relieved, you thought this would be very awkward and troublesome but it was actually quite comforting.

You were back in Osamu’s arms in no time, he wasn´t letting his guard down for even a second, but you weren´t feeling very well, your head was spinning and he noticed this, the back of his hand reaching over to your forehead to check if you had a fever, ¨You don’t look so good, babe.¨ he looks into your eyes, worried. ¨It's probably the stress, I’m sure you couldn’t even sleep last night, my poor child. Give her some water, son.¨ she headed over to your side and helped you on to a chair.

¨Do you not have anything to say to her, Atsumu? You just found out you have a son and I don’t see you fully grasping what’s happening.¨ you could hear the disappointment in her voice, making Atsumu grimace. ¨Don’t know what you want me to say, Ma. I do feel sorry for leaving her with such a burden on her own, but I can’t go back in time even if I wanted to. Doesn’t seem like they need me right now so yeah, I doubt they even want me here.¨ he shrugs, checking his phone while he speaks, not even sparing you a glance. His heart was hurting and seeing you in his brothers arms was aggravating to say the least.

¨Got that right.¨ Samu hands you some chilled water, standing beside you, ¨We don’t need your help. Kid's got all he needs. Don’t even think about messing around with my family.¨ he shields you from the glare Atsumu is currently throwing at the both of you for the seemingly uncalled for aggression, ¨Your family? You mean MY family, the one you stole.¨ his phone now on the table, he was trying to be patient and well behaved but he just had to go on and say it. Osamu scoffed at the sudden outburst, ¨I stole nothing, you are the one who took her away from me. YOUR family? You're nothing but a sperm donor, Tsumu. You better stay quiet, I didn't say anything when you snatched her away from me, now please stay out of the way.¨ he crouches down to take a better look at you, all color was gone from your face and you looked like you were going to be sick. ¨Ma, I think (Y/N) needs to lay down. I´ll text you the address of his school so you can go watch the play with us.¨ she was about to agree with this, both of them were about to throw a punch at each other and that would do you no good. But you got up from your seat running to the shops restroom as fast as you could, everything you had in you now down the drain.

Osamu was quickly losing his cool and mama Miya followed after you, rubbing your back, while you were still hanging from the toilet bowl, too weak to get up on your own. ¨You ok, sweetheart? Doesn't seem like you ate much for breakfast.¨ you shook your head and she helped you getting up, she noticed you scrunching up your face in pain as you bumped your breasts against the door frame. The ordeal clicking in her head quick.

Once you were back on the chair, she pulls Osamu to the side, ¨Son, please don't think I’m judging you right now. But have you two… you know….?¨ she really didn’t know how to ask this, never thought she would have to, not with Osamu at least, ¨Have we what?¨ he blinked down at his mother, noticing how you were once again running towards the restroom, grunting in distress.

¨I think she might be pregnant, son.¨

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t4kalcvr · 10 months

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BEHIND THE PHONE — s. kita smau

[ posted : July 16, 10:00 p.m. ]

CHAPTER 11. THIS BITCH TOOK MY CAR.

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Note :: okay so this was the first date, im definitely going to go more in depth because they’re not actually dating yet and i want it to get slightly more sentimental between them because i have a whole speech i want kita to say and shiiii sooooo yeah! also for those who care, i did get off work early today, i didn’t close up so YAY, but the girl i was working with was talking to me non stop and the other girl left me to do everything during rush hours so fu and pls let me work to the other girl <3.

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