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cr4yolaas · 1 day
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the first time they say “i love you” — various hq boys
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tags: fluff, all post-timeskip, all are already in an established relationship w/ rdr, some may be ooc, not proofread
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𝜗𝜚 kageyama tobio
kageyama’s first instinct was to run to you. albeit the heat of the artificial gymnasium lights burning scriptures on his back and the beads of sweat clinging to each crevice of skin and bone, he found himself in your arms — you, clad in his jersey, who stood at the front of the crowd as soon as the game ended. loud cheers fell on deaf ears as he twirled you around, seemingly overcome by a fit of hyperactivity and joy. you could not care any less. he was happy, and that was enough.
the setter’s hands never failed to leave your sides even as he placed you down. akin to a little boy, he grinned at you with streams of sunlight dripping from the cracks between his teeth. “i love you so much,” he exclaimed, as if announcing it to the reporters and the fangirls circling around him; as if proclaiming a never-ending devotion to the world. it was foreign on his tongue, and yet, it spilled out so smoothly, so naturally, as if he was born to utter those words solely to you.
a loud groan could be heard from his teammates — namely hinata, who stood from the side observing the scene in its entirety. kageyama paid no mind, for in that moment, he was bound to you.
𝜗𝜚 miya osamu
a loud clang reverberated throughout the building as the final customer left. as soon as the door shut, osamu heaved a heavy breath and slumped against the counter.
“‘m exhausting. this is tiring,” he complained, although you knew it wasn’t genuine, as foretold by the lazy smile plastered onto his face and the unadulterated joy in his eyes. “i dun’ know if i can do this for the resta’ my life.”
you merely hummed and sat beside him. your hand found solace on the canvas of his back, the repetitive circular ministrations seemingly doing wonders to him. “it’s okay. i’ll be here with you for all of it,” you whispered.
“really?”
“really.”
a handful of minutes passed in a shared silence before osamu turned to you. his lips quivered, as if he were preparing to let loose a truth that he had been holding onto for centuries. you could only hold your breath in anticipation.
“i love ya lots,” he blubbered, his eyes suddenly overflowing with tears. “thank you for staying with me.”
you grinned. “i love you too, ‘samu.”
𝜗𝜚 sakusa kiyoomi
“i’m home,” a small voice muttered from the front door. the clock on the microwave read 2:43 AM in bright green lettering, the first sign of sakusa’s late arrival.
the second sign came in the darkness of the apartment. all lights, save for the kitchen, had been turned off (you had a habit of leaving one light on for him). the man hung his bag carefully, his touch light against the strap and his movements in slow motion. with soft steps, he padded over to your shared bedroom, only to be greeted with the most vulnerable of sights.
atop the blankets, there you lay — donning your boyfriend’s sleep shirt, bathing in the strands of moonlight that peeked through the blinds, and light breaths falling from your lips. sakusa stood in the doorway for just a moment to soak it all in. he watched your chest rise and fall, the tips of your finger twitching against the mattress as if sensing his presence, and your head buried into the pillow on his side of the bed. slowly but surely he made his way to you, his own breathing light, for he feared that even the softest breaths would awaken you from such a peaceful slumber.
he was so sure that you were fast asleep, thus fueling his desire to unleash a proclamation he had hidden deep within the crevices of his heart and soul. sakusa leaned down against your ear, his voice, albeit raspy and a little too loud, whispering, “i love you.” nothing could have prepared him for your sleepy reciprocation.
𝜗𝜚 ushijima wakatoshi
on a warm summer day, ushijima found himself lounging with you on the couch, his legs entangled in yours and your gaze not on him, but rather, the book in your hands. he didn’t mind — he considered the scenario quite peaceful.
the look on his face said otherwise. his stare trailed far off into nowhere and his lips were cast into a small frown. his brows were furrowed ever so slightly, all evidence of some sort of frustration or concern. he didn’t notice the tenseness in his features for a while, until you pointed it out.
“what’s got you so worried, toshi?” your worrisome tone made his chest feel light, the wings of butterflies tapping against his ribcage. he adored how concerned you were; he thought that to receive such undivided affection was to be receive the highest blessing of all.
“i love you, that’s all,” he blurted out, as if it were a mention of the weather or a discussion of recent events. but it was not. you jumped from your spot and leaned towards your lover.
“you- you what?”
ushijima cleared his throat, his embarrassment evident. “i said i love you.”
if it were to witness the child-like grin that overcame your lips once more, he would express his love for you again and again.
𝜗𝜚 akaashi keiji
akaashi ushered you into his car, paying mind to the stumble in your movements as you crawled onto his passenger seat. the scent of alcohol hung heavy on your skin. you were far too delirious to function on your own, he realized.
gingerly, he removed your heels from your feet and massaged the blistered skin before making a mental note to bandage it when you got home. he then removed his jacket from his shoulders and blanketed it on top of you, as if tucking you in for bed. with a content sigh, he made his way to the driver’s seat.
akaashi would be lying if he said he didn’t find your sleepy state cute. you had just ended your “girl’s night out” — he had promised to pick you up at exactly 10 PM, and that is exactly what he did. what he hadn’t expected was this — you, nearly unconscious in his car, with little to no energy to even move a limb nor form a sentence.
he glanced over at you, his heart beating faster than usual. his voice barely carried itself into the wind as he whispered a small “i love you��� onto your forehead before pressing a delicate kiss. perhaps he’d find the courage to say it to your face some other day — for now, this was enough.
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OKAY BUT IMAGINE THE MIYA TWINS FINDING OUT ABT THE READER'S FORMER CRUSH ON THEM DURING THEIR 1ST YEAR TOGETHER BUT THE READRR NEVER THOUGHT THEY HAD A CHANCE SO THEY MOVED ONTO CRUSHING ON SUNA?
It’s been a long time since we had a live actions headcannon!!
When the twins find out about your crush, the first thing they do is fight amongst themselves about whom you like better 😅
“It’s definitely me,” Atsumu bolsters
“If Yn had any taste it would definitely NOT be you,” Osamu smirks
Of course, they are both of them neglect that fact that they found out about your crush more than a year later…
You see, while the twins were well doing twin things, you were hopelessly pining over them. Unfortunately they never gave you the time of day and thus you equated that to them not even caring ☹️
But you know who did care? Suna
Suna is an opportunist and when he saw how neglected you were when the twins failed to notice you, well he swooped in. You were gorgeous, smart and funny. Who the heck wouldn’t take that opportunity?!?
So when the twins finally got their heads straight and ran up to you asking whom you liked more, you looked them dead in the face and said, “Suna.”
Atsumu and Osamu 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️
Suna 👉🏻😏
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yuusagi-chii · 2 days
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a phone call away
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yandere-sins · 3 days
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Hello, about your miya twin series, who would be the most dangerous and scary twin to deal with? Who would physically punish their darling if she misbehaved? What would a punishment scenario for both of them be like?
Good questions!
From a mental standpoint, I'd say Atsumu is the scarier twin.
He is somewhat laid-back, which would make you think he really isn't that bad, but in what he does, he is unpredictable. You'd think all he really wants is to hang out with his darling, watch movies, share snacks, cuddle, and fool around, but his mood regularly just... snaps. And suddenly, he is violently horny or in the mood to throw you around like a ragdoll. You learn to see the small signs like him grabbing you a little too tight or his eyes just turning ever so slightly darker as you two have a stare-off. But in the end, you can never be too sure when he either has enough of you or wants you more than ever. Atsumu leaves almost all the bruises on your body, is careless enough that you might break a bone if you resist him, and gives you trauma for days that will make you want to avoid him. But you shouldn't. Never deny him what he wants, or you'll suffer even more.
So Osamu is the more dangerous twin.
Osamu has his rules. His routine and how he wants things to be done. Much like his brother, he's not shy about putting you in your place. Still, while Atsumu is physical, Osamu is much more psychological in his abuse. He'll take your food from you if he feels like you don't appreciate it enough. He'll waterboard you in the bathtub if you dare to lock him out. He decides if you get to sleep on the bed between them or if you earned yourself a cold night on the floor. He gives you medicine. He gets you the essentials you need. If he says no clothes, then none of them will let you wear anything for however long Osamu decides. You might fear Atsumu's outbursts, but unless you are in good graces with Osamu, you fear upsetting him at all times and getting punished out of the blue—and most of the time, it's not even your fault. Osamu also gets mad at Atsumu (more than the other way around), and you are taking the fall for it.
Both of them might reason with the other if it benefits them, but you'll never be able to play them against each other. Unless you crave punishment, that is. However, who is the scarier and who is the more dangerous twin might also change daily. You are never safe ;)
Atsumu's punishments are more that he forces you to do something you don't want to do, like humor him once he gets home. He'll force you into a kiss if you don't come up to him and peck him on the cheek and, likewise, will cage you under him on the couch if you refuse to cuddle and watch a movie with him. He's not above forcing himself on you if you refuse his advances, and he doesn't really take care of you unless you are being extra nice to him. He'll cook if Osamu is out, but only if you tell him sweetly that you're hungry and let him coo over you and rub your belly. And then all he pulls from the cupboards is cup ramen.
Strangely enough, Osamu does the same, just differently and on a bigger scale than Atsumu's. Oh, so you don't want to welcome him? Well, no food for you. It's in the fridge, but if you go and get it, he'll put you through hell. Atsumu kept you from coming to him? Too bad. He's asking you to come and warm yourself up because it's cold, but you ignore him? No warm clothes are for you; look how you'll survive the night. It's bathtime, but you locked yourself into the bath alone? Someone doesn't want the privacy of a door or to be in the bathroom alone ever again.
For both, it's about making your life inconvenient unless you do exactly what they want. Which can be, as mentioned before, difficult because they change their minds like they change underwear. But being affectionate and inviting is always the right thing to do; it just really sucks when they'll eagerly take you up on any of your offers, rarely refusing even if you change your mind fast.
Hope that answered your questions! Thanks for asking!! I love the two of them so much ♥♥♥
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northescere · 18 hours
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Haikyuu!! as things my friends and I have said (part 2)
edit: part 1
Once again some of these have been edited slightly to make more sense in Haikyuu context. 
warning: My friends and I say a lot of unhinged things which include a lot of swearing and like one sexual joke
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Tendou: Put whatever the fuck you want on pizza, just not in front of the Italians
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Daichi when someone falls asleep during study group: Can you please kick him and wake him up
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Tanaka: Noya what’s with the all caps bro
Nishinoya: I HAVE AN EXCUSE I GOT AN ANEURYSM TRYING TO DO MATH
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Hinata: (stepping onto the court and inhaling) Smell that volleyball scent
Kageyama: (frowning) Body odour? 
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Bokuto: I remember I once read that male tits are one of the most useless body parts. But what will gay people bite on when they’re fucking?
Kuroo: The feet? Obviously they would bite on the feet
Kenma: What the actual Hell
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Sakusa: My lap is cold for some reason
Atsumu: Need someone to sit on it?
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Suna: just backwards shrimp
Osamu: that is NOT how you solve scoliosis
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Tendou: If crossing lights are shaped like people, why aren’t traffic lights shaped like cars?
Ushiwaka: (eyes going wide)
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Tanaka (talking about Zyrtec): IT DOESN’T WORK.
Saeko: THEN DOWN THE WHOLE FUCKING BOTTLE, RYUU. TAKE IT LIKE A SHOT (aggressive drinking movements)
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Terushima: I won’t find a shit husband, I’ll find a piss husband
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(texting)
hoshiumi: im amazing. I know everything 
hirugami: are you god 😟😟😟
hoshiumi: no
hoshiumi: im a threat start running
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counsellor: has anyone here ever had a disagreement with their parents?
oikawa: I once had an argument with my dad over the existence of aliens
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kkumri · 2 months
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combining ykz au with bodyguard au! 🗡️🤩
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beybuniki · 3 months
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the quiet twin
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reineydraws · 6 months
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i googled twin tshirts for these clowns' birthday and found a funny set 😂
sending a good hbd to my fave fictional twins 🎂🎂🎂
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emmyrosee · 3 months
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Outside, the rain pours like no one’s business, the wind howling in frustration as it mingles with the tinkering drops against your roof and windows.
You, luckily, are curled happily under your blanket, scrolling through your phone with a nice cup of tea next to you, enjoying the sounds of a storm in nothing but your own company.
Until-
“Ah. You’re home,” you hum, flicking your eyes up at osamu, then back to your phone. His arms are filled with reusable bags that dangle from the bulky muscles, two large palms cradling the milk, and the fluffiness of his hair lays flat to his head. His shirt is soaked, you hear the squish of his shoes, and you hate how cute the wet-dog aesthetic is on your man.
You hear him pant softly, “it’s. Wet. Outside.”
You chuckle and shake your head, reaching for your cup of tea, “yeah baby, that’s why I’m inside.”
“You could’ve helped your strong, smart, talented, amazing boyfriend with the groceries.”
“I offered, you said you “‘got this’,” you hum, secretly glad your boyfriends chivalry knows no bounds and he’d rather get drenched in the cold rain than risk you getting drenched in the cold rain.
But he is a Miya. He’s going to whine just a little bit.
You hear him place the groceries down, “but now I’m cold. And my shoes are wet. And I was lonely.”
You click off your phone and shrug off your blanket, making your way towards him. He smiles as you approach, and when you use a warm hand to move his hair off his forehead, he nuzzles into your touch.
“Thank you for getting the groceries,” you say, leaning up to press a kiss to his cold forehead. “Go take a nice hot shower, I’ll put them away.”
“I only bought a few frozen things, so you can join me in the shower.”
You giggle, “as tempting as that is, I’d really like you to warm up.”
He smirks and, before you can process, he scoops you up in his arms and throws you over his shoulder, his freezing shirt soaking you as you writhe and scream at the playful action. “Osamu!”
“Now you’re wet too. Come shower with me, and wash my hair.”
“You bought dairy,” you manage between titters, “I have to put it away.”
“So let’s put it away together. Then we can shower.”
“You’re so clingy!”
“Oh I’ll show you clingy.”
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awaari · 5 months
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Inarizaki's lunch break gaming 🕹
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rkgknno · 1 month
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Hello friends this is a formal invitation to welcome you to onigiri miya for tomorrow's group field trip. we will be meeting at 8AM sharp in front of the nearest 7-11. those of you who are unable to make it due to circumstances will be provided with a number to call to request their immaculate delivery service. thank you very much for your participation and i hope you will employ our services again.
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kitashousewife · 1 month
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“sorry ‘samu, i hadn’t gotten to those yet,” you sigh, looking at the now folded stacks of his clean laundry you had placed on the bed.
“why are ya apologizing?” he waves you off. he’s working on his socks now, pairing them up one by one. you decide to join them, and he throws a bundle at you. “these are mine anyway. i don’t mind foldin’, baby.”
you can’t help but smile.
“i’m serious though, i was going to do them,”
he shakes his head and snorts. putting the clothes away, he smirks over his shoulder.
“yer my wife, not my ma,” he shuts the dresser one last time, shuffling over to plant a kiss on your head. “we help each other. ya ain’t doin it all alone.”
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drawnbymabel · 2 months
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Valentines Day prep 💝
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onnie-giri · 2 months
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i like to think the inarizaki 2nd yrs routinely play a game of rock-paper-scissors before going to vb practices n whoever loses has to buy snacks for all 4 of them
guess who lost this round lol
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noosayog · 5 months
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002 get him back!
✧ wc: 4k
✧ warnings/content: miya osamu x fem!reader, sfw, fake dating au, angst to fluff,
✧ GUTS masterlist, regular masterlist
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It all started when Miya Atsumu said that you would never be able to find anyone who could put up with you. And you would have taken that with a grain of salt, if Miya Atsumu wasn't your ex who also happened to be a thorough asshole.
“Well you dated me didn’t you?!” 
“And we broke up, duh.” he says flippantly. 
You clam up at that. You know he’s just saying things. He doesn’t mean it and he’s a complete moron. But it’s been almost a year since the break-up and not a single man has even offered to buy you a drink. Are you going to have to resort to making a Hinge profile? 
“I don’t know why ya let him get to ya. He’s just a moron,” Osamu says. 
“You have to say that, he’s your brother,” you grumble. 
“True. But he is an idiot.” 
You plop your face heavily into the elbow resting on the counter and blow raspberries in one big exhale. 
“Don’t get yer spit all over where my customers eat.” 
You grunt, turning over to watch Osamu work behind the counter. 
“Do you think I’m unlovable?” you ask.
“Huh?” 
“There must be a reason no one’s asked me out on a date in the past 8 months, right?” 
Osamu sighs, dropping off a plate of food in front of you. “I’m not gonna answer that.” Then he turns with his back facing you to fiddle with something on the other side of the kitchen. 
“Why not?” 
He exhales through his nose, quiet, but you hear it. 
He doesn’t get the chance to answer because the door swings open to reveal Osamu’s twin. You jolt up, fixing your posture, self-conscious about letting Atsumu think his words are getting to you. 
And rightfully so because Atsumu acts like a shark that smells blood. His lips curl up into what he thinks is a smirk, but resembles much more of a snarl. 
“What’s up with ya,” he asks oh-so-innocently. 
You have no good response and feel your face heating up in embarrassment when Osamu swoops in. 
“Are ya gonna sit down or just block my door? ‘Cause I got people that actually pay to eat here.” 
Atsumu starts yelling something at Osamu but simmers down into the seat next to you and mumbles something to himself, no doubt some choice words for his brother. It gives you momentary reprieve from Atsumu’s provocation which is the last thing you need right now with your self-esteem in the dumps. 
The break is temporary though, because like a true creature with short-term memory and a propensity for being a prick, Atsumu circles back to the topic when he’s done eating. 
“So, found a guy to take you out?” 
“What makes you think I’d answer that question,” you bite back. Weak, but it’s all you have. 
“Hah,” he scoffs. “I knew it. Ya can’t find anyone.” 
You feel the irritation boiling like a witch’s cauldron inside of you, brewing a mix of resentment, mortification, and the tiniest streak of competitiveness. Atsumu not shutting up for the rest of the night is the final ingredient that makes your red hot concoction boil over. It goes a bit like this: 
“Tell me if ya want me to set ya up with someone from the team. Might be the only chance ya get at this rate,” he teases. 
“No thanks,” you hiss. “I’ll have you know that I’m dating Osamu, widely known as the better Miya.” You point smugly at Osamu whose back is currently to you both. 
“What!” Atsumu yells. “Osamu? And you?” 
With Osamu’s back to you, you can’t see his face, but all your fingers and toes are crossed that he’ll play along so that you don’t burn up in a gas of complete humiliation. 
When Osamu turns around, his eyes go to you first. They search yours for something – what, you don’t know. He apparently finds it because he blinks away and tells his brother to mind his own business, neither denying nor validating your claim. 
It might as well be confirmation though, because Atsumu squawks in indignation, sputtering his disbelief. Osamu continues to bicker with his brother, keeping him occupied enough to not realize that he was slowly being backed out of the restaurant. 
When Osamu slams the door on Atsumu and twists the lock in a dramaticized show of finality, Atsumu finally gives up, yelling a muffled “I’ll be back.” through the windows. You could laugh at the duo if Osamu didn’t turn around and fix you with a look, similar to that of a responsible older brother scolding a child. 
“Now yer turn. What was that about?”
“Osamu! You heard the way he was talking to me. I just can’t stand it!” 
“Have ya thought this through? How’s this supposed to end, huh? We break up and Atsumu goes back to making fun of ya?”
You open your mouth to beg, because it’s always worked with Osamu. He always gives in. But he’s not done, apparently. 
“‘Least ya could’ve done is ask me out, not use me to get through yer petty grudge with ‘Tsumu.” 
That shuts you up. When you look at Osamu, he’s not looking at you. His eyes are downcast, distracting himself by wiping up the counter. It’s so brief that you convince yourself that you imagined the hurt in his voice. 
“‘Samu…” 
“Forget it. I’ll do it, but ya better have it thought out because I’m not helping ya anymore than this.” 
It should be a win and any other time, you would wrap him up in a bear hug and shower him with thanks, but the defeated way Osamu concedes makes you solemnly finish your meal. It feels unfitting to say thank you. 
Your first stint as Osamu’s girlfriend comes in the form of a friend’s dinner party. Since the night you forced Osamu to be your boyfriend, you have been back at Onigiri Miya to hang out, but have painfully tiptoed around the topic. The thought has occurred to you that you and Osamu should agree upon a backstory, but you haven’t had the courage to breach the topic after the way Osamu reacted. 
He had just nodded when you asked him to attend this dinner party with you. And with that, he had dutifully picked you up at your apartment, perfectly on time. You had expected a stone-faced Osamu all night, but he had surprised you with a sweet smile, one that you’re used to being on the receiving end of. But it somehow feels different tonight. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s supposed to be smiling at you as your lover tonight. It was easy, the way he had held out his arm for you, no awkwardness in sight. 
At dinner, Osamu makes no move to let go of your hand, going as far as to intertwine your fingers under the table. When any one asks how the two of you began dating, he squeezes to tell you he’ll handle this. You’re grateful and you feel undeservingly spoiled as you watch him. He looks around the room, drifts his gaze back to you where his lips flicker upwards for the tiniest second, then looks back at the crowd to flash a mysterious, close-lipped smile. You can barely hear the dinner table go wild with jeers and Atsumu squawking as you gawk at Osamu’s act.
And it goes on. 
As you eat, he keeps your fingers clasped between his, laid on his lap. Atsumu gives you two the stink-eye, questioning why Osamu was eating with his left hand. You’re pretty sure your eyes are bulging out of your head at this point, because Osamu flushes. Osamu is blushing as he reluctantly lets go of your hand, making a show out of placing your hand back on your own lap and mumbling a heavily-accented apology at no one in particular. 
When dinner finally ends, the party migrates to the living room. Osamu doesn’t need to ask, perfectly picking your favorite after-dinner drink of choice as he chooses a beer for himself. He has once again claimed your hand in his. His grip is tight and when you try to slip your hand out to get some space, he holds tighter. 
You lean up to whisper in his ear, “Osamu, my hands are sweaty.” 
He leans down to hear you better, but stands back up when he registers your comment. He ignores you, only squeezing twice, as if telling you to behave for him. Your head spins; you’ve never dated like this before. 
Being with Atsumu was like living in a comically unrealistic sit-com, like you were constantly finding yourself in situations and having conversations that belong in a Tom and Jerry episode. He argued with you about everything, had an ego, and a temper. A particularly memorable moment was when he was still courting you, trying to convince you to date him by saying, “I’m six foot two.” 
“Dude, nice try,” you had said. 
But somehow, right now, with Osamu standing by your side and towering over you, you think that if this younger twin used that line on you right now, you’d fold in half for him. As if you wouldn’t with all the sweet nothings he’s lavished on you in this one night. 
He only lets you get away when you embarrassingly whisper to him that you need a bathroom break. 
“I’ll walk with ya.” 
“No!” you exclaim. You lower your voice when he stares at you. “It’s okay, ‘Samu. I’ll be right back, okay?” 
He backs off and you finally get away from his orbit. 
Finally alone, you barely pull yourself together. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, slapping your cheeks lightly to pry the strange daze from your eyes. You can’t get carried away here. Osamu is doing you a favor, one he isn’t fond of. You can’t get used to Osamu treating you like this. It’s borrowed time. 
You splash water onto your face, waiting until the chill seeps into your cheeks that have been painfully hot since Osamu picked you up tonight. 
As you exit the bathroom, Atsumu is there waiting for you in the hallway. 
“I’m onto ya,” he starts. 
You scoff, immediately putting your facade back on. It’s easy with Atsumu. “Oh please, Atsumu. You’re just jealous.” 
It doesn't phase Atsumu the way you hope. “Such a weak comeback. Sounds like something you’d say to disguise the fact that yer playin’ my brother.” Your brother is the one playing me.
“Whatever, Atsumu,” you say, walking away, taking Osamu’s advice to not let Atsumu get to you. 
“I bet ya forced my brother to pretend to be yer boyfriend. I know my brother and I know you. Just admit it.” He smirks. “It’s okay that no one wants to date ya. Nothin’ to be ashamed of.” 
The fact that even Atsumu, even all of his stupidity, sees right through you makes you feel hot. You’re grateful that you’ve already turned away from him because you could not take much more damage tonight. Nothing would end you in a worse way than Atsumu seeing that he could make you cry.  
Or maybe it’s the fact that Atsumu doesn’t, for one second, believe that someone like his brother could fall for someone like you. Maybe no one does. Maybe everyone here just thinks that you’re making this up and they’re playing along to help you save face. 
It takes everything in you to keep your steps and breathing even as you take the walk back to Osamu to compose yourself. 
It’s useless apparently because Osamu seems right through you. He immediately offers to take you to the balcony, explaining to everyone that you need some fresh air to cut through the alcohol you’ve had. 
His silent understanding makes it worse because it makes it clear that you’re an open book. The act you put on is completely pointless because no one believes you anyway. 
Osamu guides you to the balcony and shuts the door behind him, leaving the two of you alone. 
He joins you at the railing, draping his jacket over you. You know he knows that you want to avoid looking into his eyes, just as much as he knows you want to avoid having this conversation altogether. He sighs. 
“Why do ya let him get to you like that?” 
You look back at him, eyes widening at the tone he rarely takes with you. His eyes are fixed forward, arms still dutifully wrapped around you, ever the dedicated boyfriend. But as his gaze flickers to you momentarily, you catch the weight of his question in his eyes. 
“Who?” you mumble. 
But Osamu’s not in the mood. He stays silent, letting the question hang in the air. 
“I don’t know… I just…” 
“Are ya still in love with my brother?” 
“No,” you answer honestly. 
Osamu raises his brows. 
“No, but I’ve known him for so long now.” You feel the need to explain. “He just gets under my skin. You of all people should understand – he’s your brother! You guys fight all day long.” 
“He’s my brother. We shared a womb. We were born to fight.” Osamu sighs. “You, though... Why can’t ya just let it go?” 
“I don’t know! I just…” you trail off. 
He continues to stare at you, not even knowing the effect he has on you. His earnest gaze pulls the truth out from under your skin. 
“I wanna get him back,” you admit. 
Osamu’s eyes go dark at that statement. His expression shutters.
“Not like that!” you quickly amend. “Not like I want to get back with him, I mean like, his face just pisses me off!” 
“Huh?” 
“I just wanna punch him in the face but I don’t think anything would give me more satisfaction than proving him wrong you know. And honestly, Osamu, you-” 
“Ya think that I’m the perfect person to piss him off for ya. ‘Cause I’m his brother and there’s no one else who would get under his skin more than if I replaced him.” 
You hear the disappointment heavy in his intonation. 
“Osamu…” 
“Am I wrong?” 
He’s not wrong, but you feel an urge to tell him how he made you tingle at dinner. It was in the way he catered to your whims, covered for you, and held your hand in secret. It was in the way he, as your not-boyfriend, made you feel loved and desired much more so than any other boyfriend you’ve ever had before. 
But when you look at his side profile, face now turned away from you and hidden by the shadows of the night, it doesn’t feel right to say any of that. Even in your mind, it sounds like an excuse. Because the bottom line is that he’s right. Your original intentions had been to use Osamu. And the fact that you might have developed a slight crush on him in the process doesn’t make you feel any less shitty and certainly doesn’t make Osamu feel any less used. 
His question goes unanswered. 
– 
The rest of the week goes by uneventfully. Actually, it goes by too uneventfully because Osamu doesn’t call or text once. Not that you’ve made an effort, but after how that last conversation with Osamu ended, you can’t find the courage to face Osamu. 
It doesn’t make you miss him any less. 
You can’t recall if you used to miss Osamu like this, think about him and wish he’d reach out even if it’s only been a couple of days since you’ve last met. You only know that right now, you wish he’d make the first move because you can’t muster up the nerve to see him, even if it’s all you wanted. It also makes you realize that Osamu has been spoiling you long before that night and long before he agreed to be your fake boyfriend. The reason you never had to miss him is because he is always the one who makes the effort to call, text, bring you lunch, pick you up from work, drive you around. 
The realization only made you feel worse about yourself.
And after days of mulling over realization after realization, each making you guiltier and guiltier, you made your decision. 
That’s how you end up running to Osamu’s apartment, late on a Thursday evening. Without pausing to compose yourself, afraid you’ll lose your momentum, you knock. 
The door swings open to reveal a very tired-looking, very handsome Osamu. He has his cap off, but his hair is unruly, as if his fingers have just recently run through it. His eyes are slightly bloodshot and his t-shirt is wrinkled. The urge to rub your thumb over his eyelids and smooth your other hand over this shirt is a sudden one you shove down because Osamu’s opening his mouth. 
“Hey, what’cha doing here so late?” 
There’s a momentary disappointment that strikes your gut. He asks you so normally, as if he isn’t plagued with thoughts of avoiding you. As if the couple of days that have gone by without any interaction between the two of you isn’t even a thought that occupies headspace.
“Uh,” you stutter. 
“Actually,” he sighs and glances behind him. “Now’s not a good time. Can ya-” 
“I don’t care about Atsumu,” you cut him off. It sounds like he’s preparing a rejection. Or he just doesn’t want to talk. Neither of which are favorable outcomes, so you barrel through to say what you need to say. 
“I don’t care about what he thinks. Not anymore and definitely not that night. I was actually thinking about you the entire time and Atsumu, well, he’s just-”
“Just wait a minute, okay-” 
“He just gets under my nerves because of the shit he says and I know he’s just saying stuff to rile me up and I’m a hothead, okay? He gets me because we’re like the same person sometimes, but I’m not doing this to get back at him anymore. It’s actually your fault because-”
“I knew it!” a voice yells from behind Osamu. 
You crane your neck to see around Osamu and curse Osamu’s big frame for taking up the entire doorway and blocking your view of the apartment because there is the older twin, grinning widely and walking up to where you’re both standing.
You instantly feel the panic rise in your system. 
“Atsumu,” Osamu begins in a warning tone. 
Ignoring his brother, Atsumu continues on. “I knew it. I knew the two of ya couldn’t be dating just like that.” 
Your nervous system goes into overdrive. Even you know how this looks. 
You barged into Osamu’s place randomly at night and picked the time when Atsumu coincidentally is here as well.
Your wide eyes meet Osamu, willing him to believe that you didn’t come to make a scene for Atsumu’s viewing. You didn’t come to confess that you might have a crush on him with this exact timing so that Atsumu would fall for the act. 
When Osamu refuses to meet your eyes, it brings your attention back to Atsumu, who continues to gloat about his victory. 
Your face burns in mortification as you take slow steps away from the twins, making room for your getaway. As Atsumu gets closer and Osamu continues to avoid your gaze, your courage wanes and the last bit of pride you’re holding onto propels you to turn away instead of retorting as you always do. 
“Aww, really let my words get to ya, didn’t ya? I knew all along-” 
Before you can start running, Osamu grabs your arm and pulls you into the apartment, the other arm shoving Atsumu out. 
“Hey, ‘Samu!” 
“Shut the fuck up, ‘Tsumu. Now that my girlfriend’s here to spend the night, get out.” Osamu shuts the door in his face. 
Atsumu’s protests fall on deaf ears, the sound of Osamu referring to you as his girlfriend echoing in your mind. He had taken your side, chosen to take the course of action that would embarrass you to least despite not having confirmed what your intentions were. The thought fills you with hope. 
He pulls you further into the apartment, sitting you on the barstool. After situating you on the chair, he makes to step out of your personal space, but you lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. Your eyes start to sting in frustration that Osamu could somehow believe that this was all just another incident you had orchestrated to get back at his brother. This has all gotten so hopelessly messy. 
“Osamu,” you sniffle into his neck. “I didn’t come over here and say all that because I knew Atsumu was listening. I just-” missed you. 
He rubs soothing circles into your back, gently enough to make you want to cry more because you don’t deserve this but want it so badly. 
“You just…?” he prompts. 
The words won’t come out and your tears soak into his shirt. You want to tell him so badly that you’re not crying to garner his sympathy; you’re crying because you’re so angry with yourself. 
Osamu patiently strokes your back, letting you cry before quietly telling you, “Oh, baby. How long do ya think we’ve known each other? I know yer not the type to set up this whole complicated scenario just to show up my stupid brother. I believe ya.” 
His other arm is now holding your head to his neck, fingers running lightly across your scalp. “So can ya finish what you were about to say for me?” 
His words and his actions do what they always do to you. They fill you with so much hope that there’s no room to mistaken his intentions. They fill you with the courage to tell him. 
“Missed you,” you whisper. 
Finally, both of his arms wrap around your back to push you tight into his chest. He squeezes, gentle enough to keep you safe but firm enough to tell you he wants you there. It pulls the confession out of you. 
“And I like you so much, Osamu.” 
He chuckles lightly into your ear. You can feel the vibrations echo in his chest. When you squeeze back, he trails his arms down to your legs to guide them around his waist. He carries you with ease to the couch and sits you down to cry in his lap. 
You don’t know how long the two of you sit like that for, but when you finally calm down, you keep your arms wrapped around him and quietly ask, “why did you do all this for someone like me?” 
He stops stroking your hair. 
“What, ya don’t like it?” 
You pull away to protest, already too comfortable with him spoiling you again, only to find the corner of his lips quirked up in a smirk. 
He’s teasing, you realize.
You smack his face weakly and wind your arms back around him. 
You snuggle back into his neck but he’s the one who pulls you back this time. 
“Hey, seriously though,” he says. “Is this okay?” 
You nod shyly. 
“I need to hear it, sweetheart.” 
“I want it.” 
“Alright. C’mere then.” 
You oblige. 
“Can I tell ya a secret?” he murmurs into your neck. 
You nod. 
“There isn’t a man out there who’d do all that for someone he doesn’t love, ya know that?” 
It makes you flustered, but much of what Osamu does does that to you. His tenderness makes you want to try harder to meet him in the middle. 
“Can I do something?” you ask, taking a leap. Your face is incredibly hot and your heart is beating embarrassingly loudly against his. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” 
It’s easy when he responds, “You can do anything ya want to me.” 
You intend for it to be an innocent peck, your form of an apology. But he holds the back of your neck, the other arm wrapped almost all the way around your torso and doesn’t let go until you’re panting against his open mouth. 
He’s nonchalant when he shrugs. 
“You can do anything ya want but I’ll be doing the same from now on.”
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haikyuu!! p links
author's note: i think i just uncovered something with all of them😭 (tit sucker!osamu, head pusher!atsumu, etc...). all characters aged up/happens after the time-skip if you're under 18, pls skip this. enjoy<3
warning: these are all twitter porn links!!!
characters: miya osamu, miya atsumu, kozume kenma, and suna rintarou
masterlist -> haikyuu!! masterlist -> haikyuu!! p links
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miya osamu
'samu sucking on your tits after a long day at the onigiri shop😓
tit sucking/biting
osamu playing with your tits while he fucks you
tit sucking/biting, p-in-v sex, riding, moaning
coming in your panties🙀
clit stim, grinding with panties on, moaning, wet noises
fucking you in the kitchen
p-in-v sex, moaning, wet noises
miya atsumu
tsum-tsum making you work for his cock
p-in-v sex, riding, moaning, tit groping
fucking you in the showers after volleyball practice
p-in-v sex, shower sex, tit groping, moaning, wet sounds, kissing
atsumu fucking your throat
blowjob, face fucking, moaning, drool, wet sounds, head pusher!atsumu agenda
playing with your pussy over your panties
kissing, moaning, tit groping, clit stim, clit stim over panties
kozume kenma
mating press with kenma, but you're on top
p-in-v sex, riding, mating press, tiiiiiny bit of butt play (just circling, no penetration)
teasing a whiny!kenma
handjob, covering mouth, whimpers
sucking kenma off while he games
blowjob, wet sounds, moaning, kind of exhibitionist?
MAID KENMA MAID KENMA MAID KENMA
maid outfit, handjob, blowjob, moaning, whimpering, kissing, wet sounds
suna rintarou
rin filming you sucking him off
handjob, blowjob, head pushing, moaning, wet sounds, spanking, forehead kiss
suna showing you just how much he missed you😁
handjob, moaning, cum
rintarou eating you out from the back
pussy eating, wet sounds, kissing, moaning, handjob, p-in-v sex, creampie
help, stepbro! i'm stuck😿
(no incest, just "being stuck" kink), p-in-v sex, moaning, creampie x3, wet sounds
playing with your messy cunt
fingering, wet sounds, moaning
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