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noirflms · 2 months

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PARENTING WITH THE MIYAS — miya atsumu

parenting is hard when you are certainly blessed with the literal xerox copy of your husband, multiplied by two.

when atsumu found out he was going to be a dad. he had found himself floating on cloud nine. he was ecstatic, euphoric even, he was finally going to be someone’s idol, someone’s hero – he would be finally turning into a father, a man his children would certainly look up to.

he even cried the hardest when you gave birth. it was certainly not a nice sight to see ( osamu being witness told you that atsumu screamed at the doctors for hurting you, when you woke up. ) but he was happy you made him into the father he is today, except he didn’t realise the fact his happiness was multiplied by two and so was his pain, his gain and the oncoming sleepless nights.

you birthed twins. the family was ecstatic. mama miya was a sobbing mess and osamu was proudly bearing the title of uncle. the miya family was growing and there was nothing much better than that, but what was much worse was the onslaught of tiring new nights but also the gift of happening memories.

parenting didn’t come easy to the two of you. it brought you to days wherein atsumu stood bitter in your shared bedroom, angered and trying to convince you to let him take more holidays to help you though the first growing months of the twins, but as adamant as he was, you were just the same.

parenting came with sleepless nights. it came with loud cries that echoed through the house. it came with stinky little kids and it came with a chaos you could never be able to see clearly through. it was hard. the first few months especially – they were certainly and utterly exhausting for you. ( you would whine about them to atsumu on facetime when he was away for the games. )

nothing comes easy in your opinion. everything comes with a great deal of struggle. all have to go through something to get to where they are now. you learned it through the hassled process of diapers changing and bottle feeding. you learnt it through the sleepless night that you spent tending to the little babies. but what you hated the most was both the kids you birthed did not look anything like you.

it was as if you had birthed atsumu himself – just that fact it was times two.

your two sons were the exact xerox copy of your husband. the eyes were an exception but oh, how they looked just like the husband of yours.

if atsumu was any bit chaotic and troublesome young. then your two little boys were just the same, they always had some mischief to trouble you with. so, parenting in the miya household had always been a troublesome affair, it was but a thing of great humane ability, it was something only the strongest could face and you just might think, that you were a superhero taking care of not two but three kids.

you realised that part when the two boys had reached the age of three. they were certainly beginning to act up after learning how to walk and talk. they had chaos brewing in the back of their minds, little feet always patting away upon the wooden floors of the apartment, giggles full of childish amusement ringing and bouncing of the walls.

it was also the first time you witnessed such chaos. it almost made you cry, it almost made your husband drop his bags at the door and it almost made your sons be apologetic enough but they were a bit too young to know what their mischief had caused, but it was then, in the past but now as the two boys have turned six and big enough to face the world with you and their father, their is no stopping to the naughty tactics of theirs.

parenting with the miyas is also fun. they are quite as chaotic as they could be. they are quite the fun and cool parents to have – the twins take pride in this – the miyas are the type of parents many children wish they could have.

“genji, don’t you dare jump from there!” you shout at the brown haired boy, a toothy grin on his – except for the fact one of his front teeth is missing – eyes sparkling with such determination to jump off from the cabinet he climbed himself. you stand wide eyed shouting for the boy to not jump on the pile of clothes his twin was making on the ground.

“try jumping you’ll break your head, young man!” your words put some sense of fear in the young boy. your eyes fiery as you give the little boy a glare – it even instilled some sort of halt in the younger twin as well. atsumu watches it all unfold from the sidelines and he sees his sons and he are just the same before you – obedient and fearful.

it is with much ease later that atsumu enters, his tall frame standing before the cabinet as he ushers the older twin to jump into his arms, and the young lad does it without any second thought and the next second you are holding the younger boy by the cheek as he is let down from the arms of his father, the younger twin already stuffing the clothes away.

parenting with the miyas is quite different. it is unlike yet alike many parenting stories. it is same yet so different but everyone could relate to it someway or the other. it could be sour and sweet at the same time, it could be a hell of ride or it could be a silent drive, parenting with the miyas is amusing, it sure is a spectrum of life many wish to live and not at the same time.

but in miya atsumu’s words, parenting with the miyas is lovely, it is quite the challenge and experience. it will be exciting yet tiring but until the miyas will be together, parenting will always be quite the journey to be able to get through.

“didn’t know you were such a sob story, mr.miya?”

“you made me this way mrs.miya. . .”

“did you just sigh? at me?”

“n-no! you must be mishearing things!”

“mom, old man did a big-big sigh at you!”

“he sure did.”

*gasp* “you traitors! you little brats! you better run for the monster is after you.”

it sure is always a lovely day in the miya household. it sure puts wrinkles on your face, it sure warms you heart at the sights you witness every once in a while. it sure is quite to be part of the miya household.

it’s a lot more than what i usually write but here is chaotic miya household 😋🤞

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blueberrysunflowers · 8 months

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atsumu and bokuto, bursting into hinata’s room: SEE !! HE’S MAKING OUT WITH TOBIO-CHAN… huh?

kageyama, pausing the match they were watching: ?

hinata, to kageyama: really? why didn’t you tell me, tobio? i would have paused the video.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#incorrect haikyuu quotes #life in the msby household #miya atsumu #kagehina #bokuto koutarou #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio

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homosubtext · 2 years

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sakusa is a SORE loser and so is atsumu but atsumu accuses people of cheating and sakusa says “whatever the game was dumb in the first place so who cares. i wasn’t even playing anyway”

#they are TERRIBLE when they play card games or board games together #that household becomes a nightmare #sakuatsu #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu!!#hq hcs #reymbles

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kitashousewife · 2 months

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“ma, i’ve got to-“ osamu stops in his tracks, hand on his heart in his childhood kitchen. “how’d ya get in here?”

your expression is blank as you bite into a cookie made fresh a couple hours back, when you first got here.

“the front door.”

“did ya run ma some money? yer practically moved in at this point,” he pulls himself up onto the counter. “where is she, anyway?”

you giggle. he raises an eyebrow, chewing slowly. it’s always something with the two of ya, as he always says.

“she ran to the market. we’re making dinner.”

“we? as in-“

“all three of us. she knew you would stop by.”

osamu grins. he knows how this goes. his mom runs to the store, gets the ingredients, and he makes dinner for the three of you while you gossip with his mom about who knows what.

standard friday night in the miya household.

he’s okay with it, too. osamu just wishes that instead of his best friend, his girlfriend was letting herself into his ma’s house, eating his food, and stealing kisses. but for now, he’ll settle for stolen looks across the table while the three of you eat.

#osamu drabble #miya osamu drabble #osamu miya x reader #osamu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader

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euphoricimagination · 5 months

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𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴-𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵

Feat. Nekoma & Inarizaki -> Part 2 [Aoba Johsai & Fukurodani]

Premise: You had to do something else for a week and a half, leaving the boys alone for that period. Although they told the coaches that they could survive without you, the coaches ask a girl to help them out instead. They weren’t particularly excited, which got worse the more they spent time with her

Nekoma

You arrived later than you expected, just on time for the club, So you didn’t get to see your dear team until much later

When you enter the gym, you see a…strange view

No one in the team was happy

Yaku and Kai didn’t have any expressions on them, Lev was pouting aggressively, Fukunaga had a frown, Yamamoto was mumbling words and Kenma was nowhere to be seen.

The girl that was supposed to replace you for the week was walking besides a very annoyed Kuroo, who was pushing the cart with the balls

Weird, considering that doing that was the basics for being a manager

They were so out of it that none notice the sound of your shoes, weird considering how attentive they are

“Ah Kuroo senpai, thank God you helped me! I’m so small and weak that I wasn’t able to push it over” you heard her say, making you cringe at the sentence

“Yeah, whatever” said a disinteresting Kuroo

And that’s when you confirm that something was really wrong, Kuroo was never this dismissive

“What’s happening? Everything ok?” you asked making Kuroo turn around with a relief smile on

“Oh hi, Kuroo senpai was just helping me since you know, I’m so small and weak” says fluttering her eyes at him

“It’s just pushing the cart. It has wheels on it…” You gave a disbelief look to Kuroo, who just rolls his eyes “it’s not that hard”

“Maybe for someone as big as you it wouldn’t be so difficult!”

That was it for Kuroo, who quickly move to your side giving you a hug

“Well, guess you can leave now that our manager is back. Bye”

"Kuroo-senpai!! Stooop! I can stay here too!” says stomping her feet

The whole commotion cause everyone to look at you, and you swear you heard a collective sigh full of relief

Quickly enough you felt a bunch of arms around you, a bunch of head pats and a ton of screams of your name

Which quickly was interrupted by a loud scream by the girl “KYANMA!!”

You look at the stairs where Kenma was standing shaking slightly with big eyes. The girl tried to get close to him, yelling “They are being mean, Kyanma!” but he just runs away towards you

Yes. Run. He hated her, she was so loud and desperate, Kenma literally couldn’t stand her.

“You’re back” says Kenma hiding behind you, showing more happiness that you ever have seen from him

So happy that he went to hug you tightly, he really missed you

“Anyways, now that our team is finally complete you can leave. Please go out” says Kuroo

“Agh! Fine! I’m way too good for you anyways!”

She sends you a look full of venom, but you didn’t really notice it

After all, you had a clingy Kenma hugging you tightly and the rest of the team waiting for one

Inarizaki

After your small break reached an end you finally were ready to go back to your boys

They were having a small hangout in the Miya household

They tried to be sneaky about it, not wanting to invite the girl that was replacing you

But sadly for them, she somehow knew and crash into them before you could arrive

She’s the first person you see when you enter their house with the spare key they gave you

“Who are you?” she asks with her eyebrow raising

“Ehh…I’m Yn, their manager. You helped them while i was out?” You ask back, confused at her sudden presence

“Yes…I actually think I should be the new manager! After all I play like 17 sports and definitely know more than you about sports. What do you think this is? Cheer? Not like it’s a sport, but whatever” she says with a overconfident smirk

In the meantime the guys that were already in the house starting to appear into the hall, confused at how loud her voice was being

“Anyways! Why don’t you leave? A girl like you probably doesn’t even know a thing about sports! We’re gonna play videogames while you probably just want to paint your nails or whatever!”

“Who says you’re staying?” Atsumu says, frowning

“Ha Ha, you’re so funny Atsumu! Of course I’m staying” she says nervous

“No, you’re not” Osamu adds

“I’m sure we can all hang out tog-” you try to say

“You shut it! I bet you don’t know anything about the sport!” She says to you despite you trying to help her

“Really? You barely even know what we play, you just join because you wanted to see hot guys” a voice behind you says, Suna entering the house as he passes his arm through your shoulders

The girl immediately went pale, stammering the next sentence “well…well, I mean, of course I know!”

“Sure, that's why you asked 'if we knew' the rules of basketball yesterday. Just leave, nobody wants you here anyway”

She scoffs annoyed, looking at the rest of the team as if asking for help, which she doesn’t receive. She scoffs one more time, walking towards the door and leaving as she shoots a glare towards you

“You guys are so mean” you say, receiving a chuckle

“She deserved it, if anything she just hinder our practice” Osamu adds

“Besides, nobody talks about our beautiful manager like that” Atsumu hugs you along side Suna

The rest of the team also comes to hug you, and while they were a bit rude, you knew that they only had good intentions

You love this foxes too much

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Note: a little something about my boys, also, I cringed way too much while writing this

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heich0e · 4 months

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"you know that's not how it works, right?"

atsumu and osamu's heads both snap up from where they're stooping over a paper schematic laid out before them, sitting cross-legged amidst a debris field of cardboard, styrofoam, and various wooden parts.

the sun streams in through the open window on the other side of the room, and little motes of dust that have been stirred up through the afternoon's excitement are caught in the light as they twist and spin through the air, fluttering slowly towards the ground. the breeze that slips in through the window is cool but refreshing, the smell of spring carried in on the edge of every wisp of air. you take a deep breath to savour it.

"whaddya mean?" atsumu asks, his brows—so much darker than the peroxide blonde of his hair, and the contrast even more stark since he's seated right in the sunlight that makes his hair practically glow—pinching together in the centre and expressing his confusion. osamu doesn't say anything, but his own expression is equally perplexed as he sits beside his noisy brother.

you laugh, taking a sip from your glass of water as you lean against the doorway.

"i said that's not how it works."

osamu's grey eyes flicker back down to the instruction manual in front of him, his lips pursing thoughtfully as he mulls over your comment.

you sigh, a little smile tugging at your lips. "samu, i'm not talking about the crib."

both brothers look up at you once more, now thoroughly confused by your interruption and wearing nearly identical expressions which convey that sentiment. you set your cup of cool water down on the chest of drawers just inside the doorway: an old wooden hand-me-down from their mother, who insisted you take it for the nursery and give it a second life in a new miya household. you pad into the room, approaching them both slowly as you carefully avoid the various pieces of disassembled crib that litter the floor, and crouch down to sit between them.

atsumu sees the way you struggle on your descent, still not quite used to the bump that has swollen at your waist and grows with every passing day, and he quickly reaches up to help you settle in between the two of them. you murmur quiet thanks, squeezing the blonde's hand with your own before you pull away.

once you've finally made yourself comfortable on the nursery floor, you huff. "what i meant was that's not how twins work."

you'd caught the tail end of the brothers' conversation as you passed by the doorway to the nursery—a casual but enthusiastic debate on whether or not you should be expecting one baby or two.

"yer gonna explain twins to us?" tsumu guffaws in the wake of your words, looking to his brother for solidarity in his indignation. samu's eyes instead flicker down to the bump of your stomach where your hand is resting.

"we're kinda the experts in the room y'know," osamu teases you, his gaze flickering up to meet yours. you roll your eyes.

"experts?" you parrot back incredulously. "says the guy who barely passed biology, and the one who's forgotten everything about high school other than volleyball scores and school lunch menus."

you point to atsumu and osamu respectively as you make your remarks.

"hey!" atsumu whines.

"i remember other stuff too," samu laughs a bit as he reaches up and ruffles the dark hair at the nape of his neck. you cock a brow as you lean in towards him.

"oh, yeah?" you challenge his assertion. "like what?"

"cute girls," osamu says as he turns his attention back to the assembly instructions on the floor before him, a cheeky smile tugging at his lips. you resist the urge to swat at the back of his head.

behind you, since you've turned your body to face his brother, atsumu pitches forward and hooks his chin over your shoulder.

"so, what was that about anyway? the twin thing?" he asks, muttering in a way that tells you he's got a pout on his lips even if you can't see it.

you lean back into atsumu slightly, watching as osamu picks up a piece of crib and turns it over in his hands to survey it, comparing it to the complicated illustration in the instruction manual.

"even though you two look so much alike, you're fraternal," you say, tilting your head to peek up at him through your lashes. "and your mom's mom was a fraternal twin too."

atsumu hums. you've not told him anything he doesn't already know. "s'genetic!"

"it is," you agree, running a hand over your stomach absentmindedly. "but the gene that makes you more likely to have twins has to do with ovulation. which means it has to affect the mother—and i have no twins in my family."

atsumu sucks in a sharp little breath that you can't help but think sounds a bit disappointed. osamu pauses in his instruction surveillance.

"besides," you remark, peeling yourself up from against atsumu's chest, "we already heard the baby's heartbeat, and there was definitely only one in there."

osamu looks over at you, pointing the mystery piece of crib in your direction. "our ma said the same thing, and still ended up with the two of us. careful whatcha say."

"she says i hid my heartbeat 'til the second trimester!" atsumu agrees with his brother, supporting his argument in a distinctly proud way—a wide grin stretching across his face.

"troublesome from the very beginning, huh?" you tease him, and he reaches up to pinch your cheek playfully in response.

"what about identical twins then?" osamu asks. "they genetic too?"

"no," you shake your head, atsumu's fingers still lightly holding the fat of your cheek and making your words come out a little funny. "they'a fweeks o'naytchor."

atsumu laughs, letting his grip on your face go. "freaks of nature?"

you rub at your stinging cheek with your fingers, glaring at him resentfully. "there's no real reason why identical twins happen. they shouldn't happen, by all accounts. but for one reason or another the fertilized egg decides it's going to split and basically clone itself even though it's not supposed to. that's weird."

"so, who has identical twins?" osamu asks, reaching up and running his thumb over the red mark his brother left on your poor cheek.

you purse your lips as you consider his question. "well... anyone could, i guess. in theory. there's no real rhyme or reason to it."

atsumu and osamu's eyes lock over your shoulder, and you can't help but noticed the look they share between them. the one that makes you want to groan aloud.

the one that clearly reads of hope.

#LOL sorry u guys can figure out who the father is bc the poll was split right down the middle #btw true confessions this is actually how i feel about identical twins..... that's just not right #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #hq drabble #hq writing #writing #tw pregnancy #tw parenthood

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emmyrosee · 7 months

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There’s soft little grunts coming from the play table just a few feet away, and it doesn’t take long for your confused eyes to meet Atsumu’s.

It’s not too long before Hisako has to get taken for a bath and up to bed, and while the night had seemed to go smooth, smooth as any other night, the way she slowly rose from her seat and practically limped over to her crayons was more than… odd, to say the least.

“Should… we interviene?” Atsumu asks, golden eyes flicking to you.

You shrug, “I… don’t know? Has she been limping all day?”

“Not that I’ve seen. Have you seen her limping?”

“No; and I know Osamu would’ve said something if he saw her limping at breakfast.”

Instantly, a tiny head whips towards you both at the mention of Osamu, eyes wide and glimmering with excitement.

Atsumu snorts, “ya said the magic word.”

“Uncle ‘Samu?” She chirps, looking between you both.

“Later,” You chuckle. Then, you put your phone to the side and shift slightly to lean towards Hisako. “But are you okay, baby?”

Hisako beams up at you both, “‘m okay, mumma!”

Atsumu leans forwards on his knees to join the conversation, “well, baby, why are you walking like you’ve got a boo-boo?”

“Im you, daddy!”

Silence. Silence fills the miya household for longer than enough time. Slowly, trying to stifle back the laughter that desperately needs to pour from your lips, Atsumu tucks his own into his mouth to keep his amused annoyance at bay.

“You’re who?”

“I’m you!” She repeats happily. “Cause when you get up, you make funny noises n’ grab your back and leg!”

This, finally, has you releasing all the laughter you’d been trying to keep in, your arms clutching your sides as you cackle. Between your screwed shut eyes, you see Atsumu tuck his tongue in his cheek. Hisako, not knowing better, joins in with your laughter, leaving just Atsumu to wallow in betrayal.

Once you both quiet down, Atsumu takes a deep breath in his nose, then releases it slowly. “Honey,” he begins. “I don’t do those for pretend.”

“I know,” she says happily. “It ‘cause you’re old, dadda!”

Once again, your cackles fill the room.

“YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, OKAY?!”

“Yuh-huh!” She assures. “Uncle ‘Samu said you got grey hairs too, ‘cause you’re old!”

You wipe a tear from your eye and gently take one of Atsumu’s clenched fists in your hands, “hey; if you’re old, he is too, baby,” you promise him, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

Hisako shrugs, “uncle ‘yoomi says it’s cause you don’t listen to him.”

“Yeah, and I’m done listening to you,” he snarls only slightly serious. He pops on his feet, and you do your hardest to hide the snort that slips past your mouth when the sound of his cracking bones ring in the air. He glares, and you tuck your lips in to try and stifle the rest. “Come on you,” he grumbles, grabbing Hisako by the sides and lifting her up and over his shoulder while she giggles and fights his grip. “You need a bath. Wash your mouth out with soap.”

“Daddy!” She squeals; you offer her a small wave as she’s carried up the stairs with Atsumu, and you pull out your phone to text Osamu.

SENT you call your brother old in front of your niece?

Osamu 🍱 duh

we are old

he just ages like milk

im a fine wine

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ghost-recs · 19 days

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Hiii, do you have any fic recommendations for osamu? I'm currently reading that fake dating fic with atsumu and suna and it's SOOOO good, I would've never found it if it weren't for you 🙏

hihi! i'm so glad to hear that you're enjoying it! it's one of my favorites fr! but i gotchu for osamu ;)

Osamu Recs

Comfort Food by bloomgloomy [ao3]

synopsis: as the msby black jackel's promotions manager, you're hands were full. really, you had no interest in looking for a relationship. but atsumu had other ideas...

short series on some of your crazy adventures with the msby black jackels! feat. matchmaker atsumu and others.

Love at First Bite by secondhand_trash [ao3]

synopsis: you stumbled into onigiri miya on the worst night of your life. yet somehow you just kept coming back.

angst to fluff oneshot. pure osamu wholesomeness!

untitled drabble by @kitashousewife

synopsis: you practically live at the miya household.

adorable drabble that i keep daydreaming about.

babysitting: untitled oneshot by @saigethearies

synopsis: you think it would be a good idea to leave your infant with atsumu for the weekend. osamu strongly disagrees.

mostly just humor! fair warning - there isn't a lot of osamu content. the majority follows atsumu and baby miya!

i'm lovesick, and i'm a fool. by @akimind

synopsis: osamu was never really good with words, but for you he sure does try.

angst to fluff oneshot! you and osamu fight and he gives you a peace offering the only way he knows how...with food.

audacious by @kaiijo

synopsis: you're a traitor and osamu will accept your apology, but he still has to test your loyalty.

silly lil oneshot! osamu is a food nerd let's be real.

flirting with the owner by @kiyosamu

synopsis: you decide to visit your favorite restaurant on your lunch break.

cute oneshot with a flirty osamu and a grossed out atsumu.

osamu feeds you when you don't eat by @luvindrr

synopsis: you've never really had much of an appetite. osamu is not going to let that slide.

fluff oneshot...uhh headcannon that osamu loves shrek anyone?

gym crush: untitled drabble by @kitashousewife

synopsis: it's getting really hard to concentrate on your set when you know he's watching behind you.

lighthearted oneshot! i would die if i went to the same gym as osamu.

Order's Up! by iluveggs [ao3]

synopsis: you felt bad enough that you were coming into the onigiri shop so late with a large order...but wait, was he flirting with you??

adorable fluffy oneshot, osamu is the cutest dork.

and they were roomates reblogged by @hotgirlkags

synopsis: osamu tried to warn you that you don't do well with horror movies. psh as if!

cheesy but cute oneshot with osamu as your roomate!

#osamu stole my heart #i aimed for 10 but got 11 lol #miya osamu #fic rec #haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq #hq fluff #hq x reader #osamu x reader #osamu x you #osamu x y/n #osamu miya #osamu fluff #ghost rec

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chimielie · 5 months

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family dinner at the miya household (cw cuts , injury (from cooking) , tiny amount of blood)

“ouch,” you frown at your finger, where a fresh cut is welling up little droplets of red.

“that’s a biohazard,” osamu says. “go clean that up.”

“you’re doing it again,” you point your knife playfully at him before placing it down. your brother-in-law (almost) has a bad habit of forgetting that he’s not at work when he’s cooking at home. his face softens into a sheepish grin, and he jerks his chin to the right.

“bathroom’s that way, there’s first aid shit in the bottom drawer.” his tone is penitent, which is about as close to an apology as you’ll get from him.

“i know! i’ve been here before!” you shout over your shoulder, sashaying down the hall.

the door’s locked when you try it, so you cross your arms and lean against the frame until it opens a few seconds later.

“hey,” atsumu says, looking a little surprised.

“hey, lover,” you grin at him. “i busted my finger when i was cutting apples. you mind picking up the slack while i find a band-aid? should be just a second—”

“oh, no,” ignoring your request, atsumu’s tone is more akin to hearing that you’d taken off the whole hand, not a tiny slice that had barely stung. “are you okay, baby?”

“yes,” your tone is amused. “i’m fine. it was only little, see?”

you stick your hand in his face and he squishes all his features up, nose wrinkling, bushy eyebrows coming down.

“i’m gonna faint,” he tells you as he turns and squats by the sink, rifling through the drawers below it. “you sure you didn’t hit an artery? you’re bleeding way too much for that to be normal.”

“you would be terrible in an emergency,” you say. “‘samu said it’s the last drawer.”

“know-it-all,” he says under his breath, and you know he’s talking about his brother. “hey, that’s my name for him. you don’t getta call him that.”

“he let me into his kitchen, i think that means we’re close enough for me to use his nickname,” you retort. it had been an ordeal, getting osamu to trust you enough to make you an active participant in family dinner preparations. you wore the honor with pride. “why, jealous i don’t call you ‘tsumu?”

“ew,” he shakes his head, blond strands falling into his eyes. he needs a haircut by his mother’s standards, but you’re not going to remind him to get it. “that’s for my brother. you are not my brother.”

“thankfully,” you say, an irrepressible giggle bursting out of your throat. atsumu’s always had the ability to do that—to make anyone laugh, whether they wanted to or not.

“thankfully,” he echoes, then: “sit down, would ya? and gimme your hand.”

you obey, folding yourself cross-legged on the floor next to him, your knees touching his. you extend the injured finger, which he takes with the utmost gentleness. you could laugh at the grave expression on his face as he winds the bandage around it, but you try and mimic his seriousness because it’s sweet. you can see him bandaging up his little brother (not by much!!! osamu’s voice echoes in your brain) when they got into scrapes as children, and bolstering his teammates when they needed it in the same way as a captain in high school. atsumu brings so much lightness into your life you sometimes forget how much care he takes with you, too.

finally, he deems his work done, and finishes by pressing a kiss to your finger. you beam at him and wiggle the appendage.

“all better,” you say. “thank you.”

“anytime,” he says, taking your left hand and kissing the ring finger’s knuckle, too. “anytime.”

#shorts!#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #too tired to tag goodbye #haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #lets say this is in celebration of ann being alive

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m-art-i · 7 months

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Happy birthday to the bebes.... with the best picture you can find framed in the livingroom of the Miya household

#miya twins #miya osamu #miya atsumu #haikyuu!!#hq #hq!! fanart #me draws

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natriae · 11 months

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atsumu x reader

minors dni

warnings: smut, small pen astumu, shower sex, semi description of cuts/bruises/blood, fem! reader, revenge on Osamu, lovey dovey

whiny! atsumu agenda

thinking about pouty atsumu coming home after a long, terrible day. Kita kept yelling at him and then he got into a fight with osamu and worst of all...he needs help with his bandages and his mom is at work. He sends you a quick message asking you to come over, but doesn't explain why because he doesn't want you to mad at him too.

opening the doors to the Miya household you callout your boyfriend's name while you wonder where everyone else was at. You knew his mom was at work, but where was osamu? going on the wooden steps you turn the corner to see the bathroom door open and a small pout on your boyfriend's face while he sat on the lid of the toilet.

your poor baby.

walking in you gently pick up his face accidentally squishing his bruised cheeks in the process.

"ah baby that hurts," he whined to you, gently pulling your hands down so they rested on his neck. There were several bruises already littering his pretty face, a small gash on the left of his mouth, and what you assume was dirt. you need to clean him up before anything gets infected.

Thank god, momma Miya was a nurse because soon enough you found everything you needed in the boy's bathroom closet.

"do you have any other scratches?" you questioned. He moved his arm around and that's when you noticed how much pain your baby really was in. His arm shook as he tried to lift it up and turn it. On the back was a large scrape that your sure he got on the sidewalk. Blood had gotten on the back of his shirt and his shorts. While you inspected his arm, downstairs the front door clicked open and then shut signaling osamu was home. Something about that door clicking caused the best idea to appear in your head. Leading you to quickly slamming the bathroom door shut as Osamu's heavy foot steps made their way upstairs.

Quietly, you whispered to Atsumu, "baby, you should probably get a shower before we do anything else." If Atsumu had any talent besides Volleyball is was pulling on your heart strings because somehow he managed to make his puppy dog eyes bigger and jut his bottom lip out more. Damn, Osamu just had to kick your brother while he was down. Straddling Atsumu lap you leaned in till your noses were touching and told him, "don't worry. we can get back at Osamu as we clean you up,"

Quickly you hopped off his lap and ran to crack the door open a little bit. You knew Osamu was just a door over playing video games on the twin's bunkbed, so you knew he would be able to hear everything loud and clear. It was a routine for him, and on good days Atsumu would be playing with him. You knew that the gray haired twin's head was resting right on the wall that separated their bedroom to the bathroom. Perfect. Maybe Osamu should take some notes before bullying his brother. I mean one has a girlfriend and the other doesn't. Someone is doing something right.

Turning around you take note of Atsumu's confusion and slickly take off your top, dropping it on the floor. You swore you could see the light bulb light up as Atsumu hopped up and quickly attempted to take off his shirt. Knowing that he would have trouble you slowly helped him out of his clothes making sure not to touch any of his bruises of cuts. The small winces of pain hurt you to hear as Atsumu stepped in the shower. No one should make you boyfriend sad. He's the sweetest boy ever. Yes, he did call some girls pigs, but he knows better now. The only thing on your mind is to cheer up the lanky boy.

You yank off the rest of your clothes and joined him in the shower, circling your hands around his strong, lanky body and moving your hands up and down chest before lowering them to the building muscle under his pecs. He tried smirking a bit before ultimately failing because of the cut on the side of his lip.

"baby turn around. I know how to make you feel better," as if he already knew what was going to happen the piss haired boy turned around and his already erect cock hit you in your thighs. You giggled at the fact he was already turned on while his face began to heat up not only from the hot water hitting his back but from his very forward girlfriend. You left a small kiss on his lips before lowering yourself to your knees in the slippery shower. You left a small kiss on his cock and smiled up at him knowing how self conscious he was of it. His penis wasn't small, but it definitely wasn't big either. The first time the two of you had sex he attempted to try and keep his pants on worried that you would make fun of his length.

Everyone did when they found out, and he was convinced he'd never get a girlfriend because of it. Also, because Suna and Samu would tell him he wouldn't get a girlfriend because of it. You left another small kiss on the head of his cock where some precum began leaking out. You loved his cock. It was perfect and he knew exactly how to use it. Licking the precum off you lips and then smiling back up at your boyfriend to see his tomato red, bruised face watching you. Atsumu swore he was getting light headed and you haven't even wrapped your pretty lips around his cock. He attempted to reach back and switch the water to cool worried he'd pass out from the temperature.

Sensing that he felt a little bit better you finally wrapped your lips around the tanned mushroom tip after pulling his foreskin back. Taking your lips off with a popping sound you smirked up at your lovely boyfriend determined to hear his loud whines. From what you can tell Atsumu didn't know his brother was in the room over meaning those pretty whines will definitely come out. You closed your eyes and started to gently smack his dick on your face feeling small droplets of precum fall onto your wet body.

"mmuh, baby hurry up," he whined from above, bucking his knees like a child about to throw a tantrum. Leaving a slight smack on his thigh you took one of his balls into your mouth and flashed your teeth. Reminding him that you're the one with his cock in your hand.

You're the one in control.

You started to suck on one of his balls while you used the water to jerk his shaft. Above you 'tsumu became a stuttering mess. "f-fu-fuck baby," quickly you shifted balls hearing his deep groans and whines. You loved your whiny boy so much. Trailing back up his cock you looped your mouth around the tip and started swallowing around the shaft as it when further and further down your throat. Number one reason why you love his small cock; you can deepthroat him without causing so much pain for yourself thus allowing yourself to give better head. You swirled your tongue around his penis while he threw his head back in ecstacy. He was just so so pretty like this.

By now you're sure osamu can hear his brother's moans and maybe even the suction sound of him thrusting into your sloppy mouth. Atsumu's fingers began tangling into your hair trying to get his cock deeper into your throat. You could tell he was close by this his pants got faster, and he seemingly couldn't feel any of the pain from the scratches or cuts. Soon enough while Atsumu was giving his finally thrusts Osamu began banging on the wall telling the two of you to quiet down.

But you won't. He knows this, Atsumu knows this even if his only thought was to come down your throat, everyone definitely knew the two of you wouldn't quiet down , but it's funny that he tried. The Miya twins are just two menaces, and Atsumu just happen to find the perfect girl who will be one with him.

At the base of your boyfriend's cock you closed your mouth and took a big glup right as Atsumu hit his peak. Warm, sticky cum shot out and hit the back of your throat. You brought your head off his cock a bit to help swallow, but Atsumu quickly shoved your head right back on to keep him warm while the last few spurts came out.

He loved you like this. Spit trailing out of you mouth, falling down to land on your perfect tits. Your face flushed and eyes red from the slight sting of deepthroating him. He slowly took your head off of his cock with his good arm, and suddenly all the pain he felt was back. Trying to ingore the pain he brought you back up and held you close to him. Leaving a small kiss on your nose and then your perfect lips. He doesn't deserve you.

Noticing the change in behavior you left another kiss on his lips instead of explicitly saying 'yes you do'. The two of you washed up, and before you know it he's back sitting on the toilet seat with a towel wrapped around his waist, and you with the same colored towel looking through the first aid kit. You cleaned his cuts and placed the proper bandaids on each one before walking out of the bathroom to his room.

However before you would walk in Atsumu through his towel at his brothers face sitting on the lower bunk and grabbed both of you a change of clothes. It's crazy how much confidence he gains just being around you.

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maytaiii · 4 months

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recent events in the Miya household

#im not letting koa age up yet tho #he can stay baby #sims #sims 4 #ts4 #maxis match #maxis mix #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #sims 4 screenshots #simblr #sims 4 story #sims 4 legacy #miya legacy #kaede miya #ren uchida #kekoa miya

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blueberrysunflowers · 2 years

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[msby version]

bokuto: akaashi and i are the superior duo.

bokuto: if i run and leap at him, he will definitely catch me in his arms.

bokuto, hinata & atsumu: bet.

bokuto, hinata & atsumu, running towards the court: INCOMINGGG!!!

akaashi, dropping his clipboard to catch bokuto: oi! don’t do that!

kageyama, swooping in to catch hinata right before he hits the ground: what the fuck, dumbass

osamu, throwing his water bottle towards atsumu at full force: i think the fuck not

#haikyuu #incorrect haikyuu quotes #incorrect quotes #haikyuu!!#kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #kagehina #bokuto koutarou #msby #life in the msby household #akaashi keiji #bokuaka #miya osamu #miya atsumu

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homosubtext · 1 year

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atsumu gets butt-hurt about the dumbest shit. people will outwardly dislike him and he doesn’t care but then sakusa will like,,,, not get the brand of pudding that he likes and he acts like the world is ending and sakusa is out to get him personally

#their household must be hell on earth good god #reymbles #haikyuu!!#sakuatsu #miya atsumu

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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Okay but I need to know what happens when you and suna tell the twins

read part one here / part three

The urgent knocking on your door should be alarming. Should be—but knowing Atsumu and Osamu are guilty of the hammering on the other side of the wood, it’s not all that uncommon of an occurrence in your household.

The pounding refuses to cease as your hand finds the doorknob. The wood swings open and you're instantly greeted by two frowning men barging through your threshold.

“Is the baby okay?” a far too familiar voice spills.

You mentally roll your eyes at his dramatics, “Yes, Atsumu, I literally said that in the text.”

He gawks at you as if you have two heads. “Oh, I stopped reading after the first sentence.”

When Atsumu saw your name pop up on his phone, he expected a handful of things. A question about his upcoming game schedule, a cringe-worthy throwback picture from your embarrassing high school days, an invitation to dinner with you and your husband.

What he didn’t expect the text to read, was the alarmingly ominous message that glared back at him.

Had a doctor’s appointment yesterday, come over when you can. Everything’s fine, just some new info.

Luckily for Atsumu, he was already at Onigiri Miya when he opened the group chat including the four of you. Though not even thoroughly reading the text, he immediately had his brother close down shop and drive the two of them to your and Suna’s home.

Osamu trails behind him, warily scanning the environment before him; his eyes go from where you still hold the door open to the living room where Suna wordlessly sits.

A bit breathless, he proceeds with caution.

“Are you guys alright? I didn’t even get to open the text before ‘Tsumu had me by the collar and behind the wheel.”

“M’nervous, almost threw up three times on the way here,” Atsumu’s voice stumbles over his brother’s question as he catches his breath with a hand on his heaving chest.

Suna waves their dramatics off with a dismissive hand and beckons them to the couch across from him.

“Just sit,” your husband practically yawns, “it’s really not that big of a deal.”

The twins share an uneasy look before slowly making their way over to the idle couch. You finally get to close the door, joining the chaos in the living room. Suna grabs your wrist as you round the chair he occupies, pulling you towards him and securing you in between his legs.

The situation is far too casual for the anxiously rowdy brothers. Atsumu can’t stand the normalcy of it all, can’t help himself from letting the unknown eat him alive.

“Is somethin’ wrong with it!?” he blurts out in a characteristically brash tone.

You bite back a growl at him referring to your unborn child—children—as ‘it’ but you decide to let it slide given the circumstances.

You reassure him with a shake of your head, “Perfectly healthy.”

“You find out the gender?” Osamu shifts in his seat, getting himself excited at the thought of a future niece or nephew.

“Nope,” Suna pops out from behind your frame.

“Are you gonna officially ask us to be uncles?”

Their order of priorities has you chewing your cheek in disbelief.

“We’ve talked about this,” you remind them with a teasingly stern look. “The ‘uncle’ title is a privilege you need to earn, and it can be taken from you at any time. Plus, they’re not even born yet.”

Suna picks up on your particular use of pronouns as he lightly squeezes your thigh. You and your husband share a sneaky glance.

You wait for your choice of words to hit the two brothers, for them to finally begin to put the pieces together with their shared telepathy. Too busy bickering with one another (and simultaneously your husband), the subtle hint goes completely over their heads.

Atsumu nearly bursts at the seams. “So fuckin’ say it already! Before I die of high blood pressure,” he sobs in theatrics.

Wordlessly, you find yourself turning towards Suna, giving him a nod of approval to do the honors.

“Let’s just say,” your husband slumps both of you further back into the armchair, attempting to be blasé with the suspenseful reveal, “the two of you aren’t gonna be the only twins around here, anymore.”

In all of the years you’ve been friends, moments with the twins and Suna were rarely silent, given the contrasting personalities juggling throughout the group—but right now, a dropping pin could be heard in the echoes of your still living room.

Unsurprisingly, Atsumu breaks the silence first.

“Bullshit,” he poetically deadpans.

Osamu doesn't miss a beat when backing up his brother, “Yer bullshitting.”

Searching Suna’s expression for any sign of ill intent, they continue to bounce off of one another’s brewing confusion.

“There’s no way—”

“Don’t tell me yer jokin’, because that’s a really cruel joke to make.”

Like clockwork, they turn to you simultaneously, as if your official confirmation holds more weight than Suna’s word.

“Really?” Osamu’s eyes practically melt with contagious hope.

With a simple nod of your head, the two of them jump up from their seats in excitement. They embrace one another tightly, as if they played any role in the biological creation of your and Suna’s expected children.

“Oh my god! No fuckin’ way!”

Squirming out of his brother’s grasp, Atsumu practically skips his way over to where you and Suna sit. A smile as bright as the sun decorates his face. He gestures to your bump with open palms.

With a tenderness foreign to his usual energy, he carefully breathes. “Permission to touch?”

You slowly stand from Suna’s lap with a knowing grin and nod your head.

Atsumu then turns to where Rintaro now sits alone behind you. “Permission to touch yer wife?” he taunts.

Suna pretends to mull it over before merely shrugging, “I’ll allow it.”

Atsumu’s clammy hands immediately palm your stomach through your sweater. He kneels down to be at eye level with the bump before bringing his face closer to it.

“Hiiiii twins!” he giggles with delight—a specific kind of joy that could only be tailored to someone who understands how special being a twin truly is.

Osamu rolls his eyes before walking over and pulling Suna upwards and out of his chair. He pats his best friend on the back a few times, a wordless congratulations on the blessing that, he too, knows to be twins.

The two men shake their heads at where Atsumu coos into your stomach.

“We wanted you guys to be the first ones to know,” you whisper in contentment.

Suna gently pushes Atsumu’s head from in front of you, watching the blonde topple out of his squat at the sudden shove.

“Figured you’d be the most excited, for obvious reasons,” he elaborates behind a poorly hidden smirk.

“Maybe that’s why the mornin’ sickness has been so bad,” Osamu pipes up, wrapping himself around you in a one armed hug. “Our ma said she had it terrible with us.”

You can’t help but smile at the thought of an extremely pregnant Mama Miya, expecting (what she’d never know to become) two of the biggest menaces you’ll ever have the privilege of knowing.

“I was scared of one Sunarin spawn, now there’s gonna be two?” the blonde teases from the floor with a smile.

The brothers continue to thrive off of one another’s snowballing excitement.

“This is insane.”

“Right? I mean, what are the odds?”

Suna laughs under his breath. One out of thirty-three, he thinks to himself, remembering how the two of you had googled the statistics the night following your appointment.

“Tell me about it,” he quips, arms returning around your waist as he feels the sudden urge to have you closer to him, “thought I had it bad enough with you two.”

“Oh, quit bein’ a scrub already!” Osamu scolds him, though all eyes in the room are void of any real intent as they continue to awe at your bump in fascination.

“You’re gonna be a father of two now, better clean up yer act,” the words fall from his lips without any actual intimidation.

The moment is sweeter than you could’ve imagined, and perfectly fitting for the unique group that is your little hand-picked family. You think you feel tears brimming beneath your lashes—that is, until the moment is tarnished when Atsumu opens his big mouth again.

“So if they’re boys, will you name ‘em after us, too?” he innocently perks up.

Your husband’s response doesn’t miss a beat.

“Absolutely fucking not.”

#suna rintaro #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna x you #suna rintaro x you #suna fic #suna rintaro fic #suna fluff #suna rintaro fluff #dad!suna #suna haikyuu #suna rintaro haikyuu

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idlerin · 1 year

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YOU’VE RUINED MY LIFE BY NOT BEING MINE — suna rintarou one-shot smau

as the self proclaimed honorary miya sibling (by you and the twins— since your parents and the miya twins’ parents were the closest friends, it ended up with their children being playmates). it was that one sunny day in the park when you became stuck with them ever since.

you’re one year younger so when you finally entered inarizaki and first laid your eyes on suna— osamu’s bff you’ve only heard about in passing. you fell. like literally slipped and fell because you were running towards the twins and when you saw suna you lost balance.

it was also the day when you declared you were going to be the love of his life.

suna was taken aback by your strangeness and only realized you were serious when you gave him a proper confession at the back of the school a week later when you claimed, “i’m going to make you fall in love with me.”

to which his reply to your confession was a shrug and a “you can try, but don’t hope for much.”

it’s been a year. and you’re still as determined as ever!

after the whole, chasing suna around the school and giving up after a few minutes and munching on a fruit sadly, suna came in and walked towards you and atsumu, pat your head and said “i was only teasing you.”

okay maybe joining the cheer squad was an impulsive decision, but hey! you were already alongside them every game and half of your friends were on it so you thought why not do that for your extracurricular this year! the outfit looked good on you, you cheer for inarizaki (suna), and bonus points that you’ll have fun— the situation offered absolutely no losses.

hitoshi and you were talking last week about how you’ve been trying to woo suna for about a year now and he asked if there was still no progress and you think about it and resisted the urge to refute his claims. suna and you spend a lot of time together, not that other people knew, even the twins (there are some things you prefer to keep between just him and you).

hitoshi mentions that he wants to help you, you both stare at each other and say “we should make him jealous!” at the same time. you were amused at the notion because you’ve never seen suna jealous before. hitoshi was just bored. the perfect formula of friendship!

suna and you constantly go out at least 2 times a week, and every time after-game, albeit a few hours after post-game eat-out. he’s the reason why you’re MIA when atsumu’s trying to tell you about the new manga releases that week.

suna acts like he doesn’t care about your advances on him most of the time in front of other people but of course, that’s only a farce. why would he tolerate all of your silly advances if he wasn’t head over heels for you too?

“so are we dating?!” you shout in hysterics through your phone where suna’s on the other line.

it makes osamu place his earphones in and atsumu glare at you while bashing suna on twitter. the three of you were on your way home after atsumu made a scene in the suna household 20 minutes prior.

“i’d prefer if we make it official in person, you know,” suna says groggily, having been woken up from his sleep by atsumu’s screeches.

“i can run back to your house,” you propose, suna chuckles while atsumu traps you in a headlock. osamu walks ahead and pretends he isn’t associated with you and atsumu.

a/n — so uhm hey guys 😼 did u miss me? /peeking from my cave

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