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mya day

- ̗̀ i heard from a friend of a friend that dick was a ten out of ten ̖́-

day ten strangers ft. miya osamu [haikyuu!!]

☄  tags/warnings: +18, afab + she/her reader, stranger sex, protected sex, semi-public, begging, pet names, fingering (f receiving), big dick osamu ofc, against the wall, riding, mentions of cheating and alcohol, p with plot

☄  words: 2.9k

☄  a/n: am i... an osamu fucker? apparently!

☄  masterlist

“Wait, I know that guy.”

You turned your head, not really interested in who your friend was talking about— until you saw him. Broad shoulders in a white t-shirt were the first thing you noticed about the man your friend was talking about. A baseball cap on his head and worn-out jeans didn’t really get anyone’s attention. To be fair, you hadn’t even noticed him before your friend discreetly pointed at him.

“He’s my roommate’s boyfriend— well, ex-boyfriend,” your friend snorted. “After the shit she pulled this morning…”

“What happened?” you asked.

“I found her crying after my morning class. Our dorm was a mess and she was walking in circles, sobbing because he wouldn’t take her calls. Apparently, he came over and found her in bed with another guy,” she grimaced. “Tried to comfort her and shit, but she really lost a good one. I mean, he’s really, really cute. And once she told me he had a big d—”

Loud laughter erupted from your table as one of your other friends smacked her on the shoulders.

“Hey, that’s what she said, not me! I only met the guy a few times when he came over. He was very kind and— you know what? Fuck her, why is he the one alone at a bar right now? No, that changes now.”

You watched your friend as she stood up and walked to the man. They exchanged a few words and your friend pointed at the table you and the rest of your group were at. He initially shook his head but the moment your friend stood up, you knew he was done for— your friend was known for being relentless.

Just as you thought, a few moments later the guy was walking towards your group following your friend. He pulled a chair from another table and sat beside you, a strained but gentle smile on his face as everyone greeted him.

“Girls, this is my friend, Osamu. He has this really cool restaurant downtown. I think it was, uh… Onigiri Miya? Is that right?” she asked as she turned her head and looked at Osamu for confirmation, to which he nodded.

“Oh, I know that place!” you said. “I was there a couple of weeks ago. The vibes were really good and the food was too.”

Your words made Osamu’s grin relax.

“Well, thanks,” he said, his brown eyes setting on yours. “Always nice to hear good comments about your job.”

“I mean it. I even got some dumplings to go and finished the whole box in one night,” you chuckled.

Embarrassment hit you right after the words left your mouth. However, before you could say anything more, Osamu let out a loud laugh, showing his perfect white teeth and damn— he really was handsome.

“And that’s even higher praise,” he admitted and you smiled back, feeling heat rising to your cheeks.

Osamu held your gaze for a moment and then looked back at the other girls as he eased himself into the conversation. All of them were smart enough not to bring up the topic of the cheating, and the longer he spent talking to them, you noticed his shoulders relaxing and his laughs becoming more spontaneous.

You found out he used to play volleyball in high school and that he had a twin brother that still played professionally. It made sense, you thought, as he had an athlete’s body and he seemed to be really strong if the muscles of his arms and thick thighs were any indicator. It was easy to joke with him, jokes were shot back an forth like you had been friends for a long time.

Each time you took a sip of your drink, your mannerisms started getting more flirty. Light touches on his forearm were followed by him pushing your hair away from your face as you spoke, and you weren’t quite sure if he was meeting your advances or just trying to be nice to the girls who had invited him to their table.

If you had turned your head to your friends, you would have seen them sharing knowing looks at yours and Osamu’s behaviours. However, it was pretty hard to look anywhere else when a handsome man like him was playing with your hair.

You were resting your chin on your palm, looking at Osamu as he shared this high school anecdote when you saw the smile from his face fall. Furrowing your eyebrows you looked around, trying to see what was happening, but nothing seemed to catch your attention. You turned to your friend, who had the same expression full of dread on her face.

“Shit,” she whispered, taking a sip of her drink. “Man, I swear I didn’t tell her you were here. I know she fucked up with you, I wouldn’t—”

“Yeah, it’s okay,” Osamu said with a half-hearted shrug. “It’s on me for not going to some other bar.”

The pieces fell together in your head, soon realizing what was happening. Osamu looked down at his hands, a straight line on his lips as he figured out what to do next. He evaluated his options as the baseball cap shielded him from being found, even if it was for a little while.

You followed your friend’s gaze until you noticed a girl who was clearly looking for someone, her head turning in every direction as she walked idly around the bar. Even if you knew close to nothing about her, you couldn’t help but feel your stomach boil with anger at what your friend had told you. Sure, you also didn’t really know Osamu, but you did know that, if you didn’t want to be with someone anymore, it was always better to dump them rather than cheat on them.

“Hey,” you said, putting your hand over his forearm to catch his attention. Osamu turned his head to you. “Are you sure you don’t want her back? Like— really, really sure you don’t want to fix things?”

His face turned into a grimace. “Of course not, why would—”

“Just follow my lead,” you whispered. Osamu only got to furrow his eyebrows in confusion before you crashed your lips against his.

His initial shock only lasted a couple of seconds and soon you felt his big hand cradling your face as he kissed you back. His other arm went to rest on the small of your back and oh God— your head was getting cloudy at the way he was kissing you. There was something inherently passionate about the way he held you firmly yet moved his lips so gently against yours.

You laced your arms around his shoulders and Osamu took it as a sign to pull your waist closer to his body. The smell of his cologne filled your senses paired with the dissonance between the roughness of his palms and the way he held you dearly. The rest of your friends and everyone at the bar disappeared as you felt his warm tongue teasing your bottom lip. Osamu swallowed your soft gasp and then chuckled against your mouth, sending a bolt of pleasure between your thighs.

“And… she’s gone.”

Your friend’s voice made both of you pull away with a smack sound. Both Osamu and you were catching your breath, the realization of your actions falling on your heads as you started hearing the background music on the bar once again.

“Yeah, she left pretty quickly after that,” another one of your friends added and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. It felt recomforting when Osamu joined.

“Wouldn’t surprise me if she tried to come again and, if I’m honest, I don’t wanna see her again ‘til I go back to my room. How about we hit a club? I could use some dancing. Wanna join us?”

Osamu shot you a look before looking back at your friend.

“It’d be my pleasure.”

…

It shouldn’t have been surprising that barely fifteen minutes after you had arrived at the club Osamu was kissing you roughly inside a bathroom stall. His hands were on your ass, supporting your weight while your legs were around his waist. Long gone was the way your tongue teased you at the bar, it was now inside your mouth, colliding with yours with such dominance you couldn’t help but surrender.

“You’re so pretty,” he grunted as he lowered his lips to your neck. He bit down on your skin, eliciting a moan from you. His hips immediately bucked against yours and the outline of his hardening cock against your clothed cunt made your eyes roll. “Shit, you can’t do that to me, princess. Can’t sound that pretty before I even do anything to you.”

His words did nothing but increase your arousal and you were quite sure it was on purpose. You grinded on his crotch as he worked on your neck, not recalling the last time you were this needy for someone. You knew nothing about Osamu but his name, that he was nice and had a good dick, and that was if you chose to believe your friend’s words. How was it that now every part of your body screamed for him to keep touching you?

Pushing you further against the stall, Osamu moved one of his hands to your core. He cursed under his breath as he noticed how damp your panties were.

“Please,” you whimpered, making him raise his brown eyes at you. “Please, touch me.”

Osamu took one moment to appreciate your needy expression before kissing your swollen lips. He set your panties aside and circled your entrance a couple of times, gathering wetness on his fingers before pushing them inside.

“Like this, love?” he asked, and you weren’t sure if it was his fingers or the pet name that made you moan and nod your head.

“Yeah, like that,” you cried against his lips. “Just like that, fuck—”

Osamu broke the kiss, his lips ghosting over yours as he watched your every expression as he fucked you on his fingers. The hand that had gently caressed your face not even an hour ago was now knuckles-deep on your pussy. The roughness paired with the size of his hands were sent from heaven and you never wanted him to stop.

A loud cry left your lips as he curled his fingers right on your sweet spot, blurring your vision for a couple of seconds. Osamu smirked as he watched you slowly break and pressed a couple of sweet kisses on your cheek and jaw. You clutched on his shoulder harder, trying to buck against his fingers.

“Think you can take me now?” he asked against your ear and you nodded frantically.

Osamu carefully lowered you down on the floor. You watched him as he started unbuckling his belt and— how did he manage to make it look so sensual? He removed his wallet out of his back pocket and took out a condom, holding it between his teeth as he put the wallet back.

His eyes were set on your as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his underwear, erect cock springing out free. That was when you realized all the compliments you had heard about it fell short. It was thick, slightly curved and with a length that made your legs clench in anticipation. Definitely the epitome of a good dick. The hair around it was short and neatly trimmed and you wondered a second what it would feel to have your nose pressed against it.

“Love?” he asked, tilting his head to the side with an amused smirk. Your eyes immediately raised to his face, realizing you had been ogling at his cock without a care.

“Yeah?” you stuttered, feeling your face burning with embarrassment.

He took a step forward and pressed you against the stall again, taking the condom wrapper from his mouth. His hands travelled under your dress and he hooked his fingers on your panties.

“Can I?”

You nodded, watching him lower your panties down your thighs. Osamu crouched as he slid them through your knees and calves, all the way to the floor until you stepped out of them, his eyes never looking away from your face. He stood up and hung them on the door lock behind you.

He ripped the condom wrapper and put it on, and you did your best not to be so evident with your stares. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure everything was fine before his hands were on you again, grabbing you from the back of your thighs and holding you up again against the door.

Osamu held you with his left hand as he used the other to rub the tip of his cock on your core. You moaned as he teased you, sliding it against your clit and then circling your entrance.

“Osamu, please,” you whispered, wanting to feel him inside as soon as possible. Watching your pleading features, he nodded as he pushed himself inside.

Your gasp was overthrown by the loud groan that left the man’s lips as he entered you. He cursed, his forehead falling on your shoulder before he pulled away almost all the way and thrusted back in. Both his hands were on your ass, squeezing you hard as he started a slow rhythm.

The burn of the stretch felt delicious, your body taking him eagerly. The low groans against your neck only riled you further, wanting to give him as much pleasure as he was giving you. You loved how he was strong enough to hold your body as he fucked you, his pace picking up rather fast. The door where he held you against made a sound with each of his hard thrusts and you were sure anyone that entered the bathroom could get a pretty good idea of what was happening inside the stall, despite the loud music muffling most of yours and his moans.

One of his thrusts was angled straight to your sweet spot, making you cry out in pleasure. You clawed your nails on his shoulder, feeling your body break around him.

“Osamu, fuck—” he raised his head to see your face and God, he looked beautiful. His pupils were dilated and his lips red and swollen, a dazy look on his eyes as he looked at you, expectantly. “I wanna— I wanna ride you, please, let me ride you.”

His lips crashed against yours, kissing you roughly as his hands squeezed your ass. He pulled your bottom lip with his teeth as he muttered words you couldn’t quite comprehend. You were quite sure you could identify “fuck” and “pretty”.

Not letting you back on the floor, Osamu held you as he put the lid of the toilet down and sat on it. Once you were straddling, you wasted no time and took his cock, guiding him to your entrance. You lifted your hips and then slowly lowered them, feeling his girth stretch you once more. It felt more intense, and once you bottomed out, out felt him even deeper than before. He must have felt the same, as he threw his head back with a groan once he was all the way inside.

You put one foot on a pipe near the toilet to give you more leverage as you started fucking yourself on his cock. Osamu’s hands went to hold your waist, supporting you as you bounced freely, your hands setting on his shoulders. Your lips were parted as you whimpered and cried, losing control by the minute and feeling you would reach your sigh any second.

“Fuck, love, I don’t gonna last much longer like this,” Osamu groaned, his hands tightening the grip on your waist. “You’re almost sucking me in— shit.”

You started moving even faster, the friction between your clit and his pelvis bringing tears to the corner of your eyes. Osamu came first, cursing as he thrusted his hips up. His orgasm face was so damn pretty and paired with the way his dick twitched inside you, you reached your high as well, a high-pitched cry as you let yourself fall on his chest. Your hips moved in a forward and backwards motion, riding out your orgasm as you milked Osamu’s pretty cock each time your walls clenched around him.

He put his arms around you, holding you as you started coming down from your high and finally stopped grinding on him. You raised your head to look at Osamu. His face was glistening with sweat, mouth slightly open as he tried to catch his breath. When your eyes met his, he chuckled, eliciting a smile from you.

“Would you think I’m bullshitting you if I said I don’t usually do this?” he asked.

You pursed your lips, looking around as you pretended to think it through.

“Not really,” you said. “But what if I told you I usually do this? That I spend all my Friday nights picking up sad and hot guys from bars?” you shot back, a teasing grin on your face.

Osamu laughed and fuck— why did you want to say something else just to hear his laugh again?

“I’d say I’m quite grateful tonight I was the chosen one,” he replied, pushing a bit of your hair away from your face. “And I’d ask you to come by the store some other time. I know the order, I can get you some of those dumplings you like.”

“Oh, you know the owner?” you asked, raising your eyebrows with a grin. “Is he cute?”

“Well, what can I say,” he said with a shrug and a smile dancing on his lips. “I think he’d like you.”

Some HQ spooktober prompts! I wonder how far I’ll get before I give up hehe

hii! may i request akaashi and osamu with s/o who's really insecure after accidentally meet their boyfriend's ex on their date because the s/o can see that their ex still kinda love them and wondering why they broke up with someone so beautiful like this but it turns out that the reason they broke up is because their ex are cheating on them

thankyou and have a nice day^^

running into their ex

feat. Akaashi, Osamu

♡ a/n: aHHHHHH I'm fine HAHA this request made me soft

AKAASHI

When Akaashi wanted to surprise you for your anniversary and take you to strawberry picking- running into his ex was not part of the plan.

You and Akaashi were squatting near the strawberry patches, enjoying each other’s company and trying to pick out the best berries. But he heard a familiar voice call out his name.

The two of you look up and you recognize the person as his ex. While Akaashi had never talked about her, early in your dating stages you were looking through his Instagram- specifically his tagged pictures (it’s a normal thing to do, okay?) and his ex still had him in some of her pictures.

You always thought she was extremely pretty, and you felt weird about the fact that someone like this was the person your boyfriend used to date. But you never worried- people were allowed to have exes and Akaashi always cherished you properly.

His ex introduced herself, being sure to include that she was Akaashi’s ex, and after you introduced yourself, she turned her attention to your boyfriend. Which was fine by you- you literally had no idea who this girl was really, and it made sense if she wanted to have a small catch-up chat with her ex.

You stood there, quite awkwardly. It would have been rude to just continue picking strawberries just in case she talked to you, but what else could you do? While Akaashi is vaguely telling her about how work is, he absentmindedly grabs your hand to hold, giving it a light squeeze. This does not go unnoticed by the ex.

Still not addressing you, she starts talking about the past and the fond memories she and Akaashi had while dating.

“Oh man, doesn’t thinking about it make you regret our mistakes and want to go back?” she chuckled. You were absolutely shocked she would say something like that, but Akaashi remained straight-faced.

“No, it doesn’t. Anyways, it’s a good thing you’re doing well, but Y/n and I are celebrating our anniversary, so if you excuse us..” he replies, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before leading you away to another strawberry patch.

When the two of you are a distance away from the ex, he gives your hand another little squeeze.

“I’m sorry about that” he says softly, and you look at him confused.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Talking to my ex on our anniversary doesn’t really win me any points” he sighed, bending down to pick more strawberries.

“Yeah but that was out of your control. But... she’s very attractive...” you say, feeling your voice falter as you squat near him.

She was indeed very pretty, and on top of that she had an aura that just made you feel even more insecure. It seemed like she and Akaashi had some sort of good relationship- so why would they even break up.

“You’re definitely better looking Y/n, don’t be so modest.” but Akaashi still sensed that you were feeling unsure about yourself.

“...Plus, you wouldn’t cheat on me, making you lightyears ahead of her. So please don’t you dare think otherwise.” he says, leaning in to give you another kiss.

Akaashi honestly didn’t want to bring up the cheating thing- not because he was still hurt about it. He was over everything in the past and really didn’t want to bother having it resurface. But he wanted to do anything he could to reassure you, so he kept doing so.

“It’s not that big of a deal anymore- I've completely moved on from it. I feel absolutely nothing towards her and the only thing I regret is not dating you sooner.. I love you Y/n” he softly says to you, adding another strawberry to the basket.

You give him a shy nod, replying back with, “I love you too Keiji”

“Oh hey- you’re as red as these berries Y/n” Akaashi points out, causing you to blush even harder.

Akaashi really knew all the right things to say, didn’t he?

OSAMU

You know, running into your boyfriend’s ex while on a date is a very awkward experience. You and Osamu were at the amusement park, and his ex (along with her friends) had noticed him. Their clamor caught his attention and that led to where you were now: watching him chat with his ex.

It was terribly awkward- you didn’t know his ex so you were just standing there, listening in on the conversation. In the background, you could see her friends talking amongst themselves, occasionally looking over towards you- and you just hope they were saying nice things.

But you couldn’t fault his ex- she seemed really friendly and didn’t seem to shade you in any way. Still, the way she looked at Osamu was enough to make you a bit nervous.

“Anyways, I should get back to my friends now! We should catch up more ‘Samu!” she smiled, and hearing her call your boyfriend that gave you a feeling of unease. You didn’t want to feel jealous- but his ex-girlfriend seemed extremely sweet and was pretty, you honestly couldn’t help it.

“Uh, I think ya should just call me Miya” Osamu replied, not even entertaining the idea that the two could meet up again.

“I can’t call you by your last name because then how am I supposed to address ‘Tsumu!” she giggles. But your boyfriend remains as stoic as ever.

“He would also be preferred to be called Miya. Anyways, I’m gonna get back to my date now” he says, and his ex, seemingly embarrassed, nods and goes back to her friends.

Then you felt a nudge to your side.

“Hey, you alright? Ya weren’t talking this entire time” Osamu asked, his soft gaze returned when he looked at you.

“Hmm? Oh yeah I am....” your voice trails but you keep your eyes locked on his ex’s retreating figure.

Osamu follows your gaze and sighs.

“Okay, spit it out Y/n, what’s wrong.” he asks, cupping your face so that you can only look at him.

“...Why did you guys break up? Like I don’t mean to be nosy- but sometimes breakups can be amicable, but your ex seemed kind of remorseful. Plus they seem so nice and they’re really pretty... I don’t know..” you choke out, trying not to let your insecurities get the best of you. But they were there.

“Ya think they’re pretty? Can’t say I see them the same way. Ya see, pretty people don’t cheat on their boyfriend with strangers” Osamu shrugs, and your eyes widen.

Never in a million years would you ever fathom the idea of being unfaithful, especially someone as wonderful as your boyfriend. So that’s why he broke up....

But still, even though hearing that was supposed to make you feel better- it really didn’t. Because at the end of the day regarding Osamu and his ex, Osamu was definitely the one that hurt more. Shouldn’t he be the one with longing feelings towards an ex? Oh dear.

Your brows furrow at the thought that Osamu might still love his ex, but knows that logically they can’t be together. That’s it, what if Osamu-

Before you’re even able to let yourself drown in uncertainty and doubt, Osamu breaks your train of thought with a kiss.

“Hey now- I know that look on yer face. Can ya please look at me?” he asks, cupping your face.

“Ya watch way too many dramas and read too many mangas, ya know that right? I don’t have any feelings for her, alright? Just because I used to date someone and they hurt me does not mean I would go back if I had the chance. Especially when I’m already with someone pretty amazing.”

Osamu presses another kiss to your lips and sighs.

“Sorry, I don’t want ya to get upset over nothing, alright?” he asks.

You nod back, hugging him tightly, “Alright ‘Samu”.

tw // blood

10.5.21 happy miya day!!!!! maybe not the most bday-like pic but it’s october so zombie apocalypse au it is hehe 🧟‍♂️🧟‍♂️

Atsumu & Osamu as Apollo & Artemis for Divine Favor! I thought the parallels were perfect (like HELLO, Atsumu is voiced by MiyaMamo, he’s def a karaoke king and total disaster romantic sap…)

It’s what everyone always expects of twins — either they are both the same, or they are mirror opposites. No one ever looks at the grey area in the middle, the place that would show you that actually they are two separate, complex individuals, like any other person.

But that isn’t novel, so people don’t see it. Thus Atsumu is characterised as being the emotive twin, and Osamu the closed off twin. The ‘chill’ brother, the rational one.

From a young age Osamu played into it easily, learning to internalise everything, whereas Atsumu got to express himself. It came with advantages and disadvantages, like how Osamu could easily blame Atsumu for things he didn’t do because adults tended to believe him more.

What people didn’t know about Osamu was that he could be very jealous, spiteful even. Not that it’s inherently bad to be those things, but people didn’t expect that from him, so it was easier to keep it hidden.

It knotted up inside his stomach and took hold of his heart as he watched you laugh with Atsumu. He wished he could reach inside himself and pull it out like a weed — he knew it was irrational, that he had nothing to worry about.

Yet still, he couldn’t unwind the glare from his face, even when Suna raised his eyebrow at him in amusement as if to say ‘seriously?’

No one really expected Osamu to be insecure, especially not when it came to Atsumu. From an outsider perspective it was Tsumu that often whined about being compared to each other, recounted stories of how everyone hated him in school, how Osamu had been a better player for most of their childhood. What everyone failed to see was that Osamu was simply a good liar and Atsumu was not.

In his mind, he was… regular. He was stable, routine, closed off. Atsumu was adventurous, bright, endearing in his own way, he carried a proverbial spotlight with him wherever he went.

You had known them both your whole lives and after years of running in mental circles, he could not understand why you chose him.

Walking with your hands intertwined and sheltered in his coat pocket, he looks up to admire the cloudless night sky. You study him from the corner of your eyes, lip pressed into a tense line.

He’d been distant tonight. Actually, he had been distant for almost a week now. Initially you assumed it was because the restaurant had been much busier since he’d advertised at the MSBY Vs. Adlers game, so you thought he would benefit from seeing his friends.

Fat load of good that did, you sneer at yourself, feeling defeated. Having known him for so long, having loved him for so long, you’d wanted to let him come to you on his own terms with whatever was bothering him.

It’s becoming clearer now that he is not going to do that. You squeeze his hand to grab his attention, smiling up at him gently when he tilts his head to meet your eyes.

“You doin’ ok, handsome?” You ask, “I can tell you’ve been thinking hard about something”.

He grimaces. He should’ve anticipated that you would catch on to his awkward behaviour. It would be a lie to say he didn’t know why he hadn’t communicated with you, because knew the reason all too well.

He was afraid that you would realise he was right.

You let the question stew for a while and neither of you say anything as you continue down the familiar street close to your shared apartment. Osamu exhales headily, stopping short under a streetlight.

“M’not good at talkin’ about that kinda thing,” he frowns, feeling incredibly juvenile in that moment. You stroke your thumb along the line of his knuckles and step closer so your chests are nearly touching.

“That’s fine,” you hum, bringing your free hand up to rest against the curve where his neck meets his shoulder. “I have two decades worth of experience speaking in ‘Osamu’. I’m completely fluent”.

That startles a laugh out of him, mouth pulled up into a grin involuntarily. You weren’t wrong with that, it was unsettling how well you could read him.

“It’s hard because I know it’s irrational. I know it isn’t true, but it still bothers me”.

“That’s ok, though,” you slide your hand further up to cup his cheek, the corners of your eyes crinkling as he leans his weight into the touch. “You can know that it’s not true but still want to hear it from someone else, ‘Samu”.

A lump forms in his throat, his sight misting when he tries to swallow it down, overwhelmed at your obvious love for him.

“Sometimes I think that maybe you picked the wrong brother,” he rasps, glancing away from you. “Then sometimes I think you might’ve picked the wrong man in general”.

“Why do you think that?” You question him firmly, your voice strained in an effort to keep calm. You desperately want to grab him by the shoulders and shake him.

“I just think you could do better. You deserve someone exciting, someone that hasn’t already settled in life”.

“Well you’re wrong,” you growl, yanking your arm out of his pocket to cup the other side of his face and force him to look directly at you.

“You don’t decide what I deserve, ‘Samu, I do. And I don’t know where you got the idea that you weren’t exciting, or that you were settled for life, because you’re not—”

You pause and correct yourself, “we’re not”.

He exhales shakily, tongue sliding across his dry bottom lip as he takes in what you’re saying. “You own a business, a restaurant. You’re a fantastic and creative cook, we get to try new things all the time, meet new people every day. I don’t doubt that you’ll branch out and eventually open up other restaurants across Japan! We could end up anywhere. What about that isn’t exciting?”

“Miya Osamu, I’ve loved you my entire life and we have barely even started ours. Travelling? Marriage? Children? What about that screams settled to you, hm?”

He blinks. “You want a family with me?”

Exasperated, you fall against his chest and nuzzle into his collar, whining his name in complaint. “Yes, idiot. I’m spending the rest of my damn life with you!” You exclaim.

“So help me God, if you ever insinuate that I should’ve dated Atsumu again, I’ll—”

You’re cut off abruptly by his lips pressing hastily against your own, his arms enveloping around your waist to pull you harder against his front. He kisses you over and over, sensual and passionate to quick and fleeting, like he can’t decide how he feels. He beams against your mouth and his joy is contagious.

“I love you,” he whispers, rocking you side to side under the flickering streetlight. Perhaps he didn’t have an international spotlight but he didn’t need one.

He has you.

Day ruined. I hate it here.

Ch. Twenty

⚠WARNING: Stressful situation, vomiting, crying, grieving

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To All the Boys I’ve Loved - The Popular Guy

Route: Tooru Oikawa

Plot: You only saw him from afar – Oikawa Tooru. He’s just perfect. He’s so kind to his fans, so hardworking, so ambitious. So unreachable. You’re fine with that though. Seeing him around was enough for you. You count yourself lucky that you were able to talk to him one time before graduation. But when university started, he was there waiting for you, and in his hand was the letter you never intended to send.

genre: fluff, crack, angst, eventual smut status: completed wc: 28.9k

Masterlist:

Prologue 

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Alternate ending

This is a collab from our server @babythotshq​. Read other routes here.  My other works are here.

Thank you for reading this. 

✧( ु•⌄• )◞The Miya Twins◟( •⌄• ू )✧

Happy Birthday Moh! @hauntedthief

Summary: When the Fly High Radio & Podcast club is looking for a new member, you’re ready to step up! Great people, a patient and kind mentor and an exciting radio show is just what you needed, but not all club members are as excited with the new addition. With Miya Atsumu looking for reasons to kick you out of the club, will you withstand the pressure or bow under the stress?

Pairing: collegestudent!miya atsumu x f!collegestudent!reader

Genre: crack humor, fluff, angst, happy ending (i promise!), just honestly a good ole time

Warnings: bullying, language, college/university parties, mentions of underaged drinking, mentions and discussions of alcoholism

Status: COMPLETE!

A/N: hello, this is my first social media au! i’ve read frankly an embarrassing amount of them and i just think they’re neat! i have the entire series written out so we should be all set! please please PLEASE let me know what you think, and if there is anything I have done wrong or included anything insensitive! please enjoy!

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Wonho is an inspiration - for Atsumu too 🥰

two hearts, four broken pieces (now we’re unbreakable)

notes: happiest belated birthday to my grand king <3 lots of (long?) dialogue, long talks at the beach, kinda clunky, but i hope you enjoy :> song accompaniment recommendation: unbreakable by lauren dyson (carole & tuesday) & everything i need by skylar grey! also posted on ao3.

summary: you were there like the air when i felt like i was underwater. AU in which you have matching birthmarks on your heart as your soulmate. - oikawa/oc

wc: 6.2k

The clock ticks continually as you finish reviewing the club budget for the upcoming school year. As the last rays of the sun begin to dim into a darkening blue, the clock rings loudly, signaling the end of club activities. The other student council members routinely leave by five, and after a quick goodbye and wave, two hours pass by without you knowing. You glance at your watch, and you sigh softly as you see the shorthand reach seven.

There are still numbers that do not add up, but you suppose that has to wait. Getting up to stretch, you automatically head to the keys cabinet to see which keys are still missing. As usual, the keys to the volleyball gym have yet to be returned.

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A phone number. It’s all that remains after the tragic passing of your best friend and your forever love, Iwaizumi Hajime. Before you could even dream of confessing, life played a cruel hand and now you’re left to pick up the pieces of a life without your presumed soulmate. Five months from that fateful day and you still find yourself sending messages to him, clinging to the false hope that he’ll answer. So when a reply does come in from someone named Miya Osamu, who not only understands the pain you feel but extends a lifeline, you step forward and take it.

Pairing: Timeskip! Miya Osamu x F! Reader

Genre: Angst (HEAVY HEAVY HEAVY), Romance, Drama

Warnings: Mentions of previous character death, mentions of depression, alcohol use, mentions of suicide & suicidal thoughts

Status: Ongoing with updates Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at 5PM EST

A/N: Hi everyone, I’m very excited to share this story with you. BUT this story can be very triggering, so please heed the warnings. I will do my best with the warnings before each chapter but please feel free to tell me if I miss anything. There are mentions of past character deaths - the passings will NOT be part of the story but will be mentioned frequently. This is not a fun, lighthearted story. I promise a happy ending but it’s going to take some time to get there. Please enjoy!

Inspired By: ghostin’ by uwurakax (a great story and an even greater person, show her some love!)

Taglist: Open! Please send an Ask with the request to be added to It’s [Not] Okay Fic & SMAU

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here’s all of em! pt 2 of this series!

✨ wallpaper versions are available on my ig !

don’t forget to take breaks and to stay hydrated!

rkgk

✅chaotic evil 

✅✅the brows

Ch. Eleven

⚠WARNING: Swearing, toxic behavior

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What the Haikyuu boys (realistically) wear

includes ; the twins, suna & sakusa

upcoming ;

x oikawa, iwaizumi, kageyama, hinata

x kuroo, kenma, bokuto, akaashi

x tanaka, nishinoya, tsukki, yamaguchi

ATSUMU ;

OSAMU ;

The Miya Twins: love Adidas, jogging shorts and joggers, block colored shirts (usually long and oversized), no patterns, big hoodies, very much airport vibes, Vans, Atsumu likes wearing his hood up, Osamu likes caps, 'Tsumu always wears lighter colors and has a collection of obnoxiously bright sweaters, 'Samu wears darker clothes, puffer jackets, is the more stylish twin ('Tsumu low-key got his fashion sense from him)

SUNA ;

Suna: always in black, sometimes grey and even rarer in red, wears anthing comfy, easy to slip on, big but never so oversized it drowns him, never picks "outfits" in a store and never willingly goes out shopping, simply picks out an item when it catches his eye or wears stuff his friends or family buy him, is surprisingly good at matching clothings items and making outfits out of what he's got in his closet

SAKUSA ;

Sakusa: one of the most stylish HQ boys, smart, expensive, always in black, only has like 2 colorful shirts at most, dress shoes, turtle necks, belts, long coats, straight legged pants, never in jeans, never wears sweats in public

TO THE TOP 🌿 fair icons ✰ haikyūu!!

ch291 vs ch402

❝ i wanted to be able to say ‘aren’t my teammates amazing?!’ just that little bit longer. ❞

my favorite hq!! panels: 1/?

new light novel illustration by Furudate!

携帯見るとき変な顔になる

this random inarizaki kitsune idea brought me a lot of joy, i hope it gives you all just as much