#dad!osamu miya

[emmyrosee]

Hello, it's my first time requesting, so I'm not sure if this is the inbox you mentioned. I hope it is, and sorry if it is not. Can you do dad Miya Osamu with his child standing on his leg to be able to see the counter while he cooks, or something similar his child hanging on his leg, so he has to pick them up every time he needs to move around the kitchen to find stuff? I don't know if I explained it well, but if you want, I can send you the video I saw that made me ask this. Thank you :)

The pots boil loudly on the stovetop, and you watch affectionately as Osamu hunches over and grabs Hiroki, wrapped happily around his leg, by his bottom. The small boy laughs at the movement, and Osamu lets him go once he’s at the stove, stirring the water to quell its bubbling fury.

“I can take him off, you know,” you remind him, which your husband shrugs.

“I dunno,” he says. “Like having little man here. He doesn’t help a lot, but he boosts morale.”

“Is that what they said about you in high school?”

You laugh at the glare he’s quick to send you over his shoulder, head whipping to face you before he takes a dramatic sigh in through his nose, “I’ll have you know I was very talented in high school, thank you very much.” He hooks his hand under Hiroki’s bottom again as he turns back to the island in the kitchen, resuming the chopping of his vegetables while Hiroki starts suckling on the hem of his fathers pants. “What do you want for sides?”

“Whatever you suggest,” you hum. Osamu once again grabs Hiroki and waddles his way to the fridge, careful to not make the small boy fall off.

“I think there’s some left over kimchi, I know Rumi liked that the other night.”

“Kimchi it is, then,” you say, smiling. “With how picky she is, anything you get her to eat is plenty fine with me.”

“I know,” Osamu chuckles. He reaches into the fridge to grab a pack of chicken cutlets, placing them in his hand before grabbing Hiroki once more with the other. “Go relax momma, I’ve got this.”

“You sure you don’t want me to take him off?” You ask.

Osamu looks down at his little boy with an affectionate smile, “nah. Besides, you deserve 15 minutes to yourself. I’ll call you when dinners done.”

“Okay,” you mewl, stalking up to him to press a kiss to his cheek. A tiny hand pats your thigh lovingly, and when you look down, Hiroki has his father’s pants in his mouth again. “He’s uh-“

“Yeah, I know. I feel it.”

[neeeooon]

Hii!! Could you do like headcannons for time-skip or dad Kenma, osamu, suna or anyone else you want??? 😋 it’s okie if not cuz I’m sure your bashed with requests but thank you for your time <3

YES YESSS TYSMMM can you tell i love dad!characters 🤩

when they’re dads

dad!hq headcanons. fluff, crack. reader referred to as mom

kozume kenma

-> scared of his kids (not really) (but really)

-> he doesn’t know how, but they’re so energetic. when kenma offered to teach them how to play video games, they dragged him to the park instead so he could push them on the swings

-> cannot say no to them. like ever. is convinced his heart is going to give out before 40

-> “dad, dad! can we bake a cake for mommy?” “for mommy, or for you?” “…. cake!!!!” “ok 😔”

miya osamu

-> yk that one chris hemsworth meme?? where he hugs his daughter and covers her with a towel at the beach to keep her warm?? that’s him

-> he can be strict, but it’s all from a place of love. like that time he yelled at his son for running across the street without looking both ways, or when he makes his kids eat their vegetables

-> still, his kids will always cuddle up on/next to him during movie nights, and he’s the one who carries them all to bed

-> makes sure they’re tucked in before kissing and telling them he loves them, even when they’re fast asleep <3

miya atsumu

-> the chris hemsworth meme with him and his son (where he has his son by the foot over the water) THATS atsumu

-> always dragging them along on road trips, camping trips, trips to the aquarium or museum, just doing things to keep them busy and engaged

-> the golden retriever family!!!!! you and atsumu give in to your kids begging and get the dog, but atsumu is the one up at 5 am walking it, playing with it, feeding it.. and then your kids get sad when it only wants to listen to daddy

-> “jackal doesn’t like us :(“ “that’s not true! tell jackal to sit.” the kids tell jackal to sit with tears in their eyes. atsumu is behind them making sitting gestures that the dog follows. “jackal loves us! he loves us!”

kuroo tetsuro

-> girl dad. 100000% a girl dad

-> spends most of his time at home in a tutu with clips, bows, or plastic gem-covered tiaras in his hair. if he doesn’t greet you when you come home from work, 9/10 times he’s in your daughter’s room serving her and her dolls invisible tea or pink lemonade

-> “daddy, stop! you overfilled princess periwinkle’s pink pomegranate paloma [a cocktail]!” “… wait, huh?”

-> your kids sleep in bed between you and kuroo, typically beneath your arms since the only way you can cuddle is through holding hands over them :’)

suna rintaro

-> also a test subject (like kuroo)

-> his kids love cooking for him, doing crafts with him, putting makeup on and dressing him. it doesn’t really matter what, they just enjoy spending time with him

-> suna loves his kids, truly, he does, but he can get easily burned out. typically by noon, he’s dozing off on a chair too-small as his kids cover him in stickers

-> “daddy?” “hmm.” “are you dead?” “hmm.” “… can i have your room?” “!”

[silverhairsimp]

Dad!Atsumu!

This one is for my beloved @nekomasangel

CW: dad!atsumu, technically NSFW but not descriptive, reader gets pregnant, uncle!osamu, fluff

a/n: I’m having far too much fun with these dad drabbles, I might just have to keep them coming.

Find: dad!Osamu here!

Thinking about dad Atsumu whose first born likes his uncle Osamu so much better than him the first few years of his life.

It’s always been his dream to be a dad, but when he finally has a son of his own, the little brat always chose Osamu over him. No matter what the situation.

Your husband thought it would be hilarious to do that TikTok trend with the baby and his family members. Having each one of you sit in a line to see who the baby would crawl or walk to first. And it was always Osamu. Even when he had sat out after being picked first, Atsumu’s two year old would sit in the middle of the floor and look for his uncle.

It wasn’t until you convinced your husband that it would be so easy for uncle Osamu to watch the little one so the two of you could have a date night. And that date night, easily turned into a weekend away. Picking a nice hotel or fancy air bnb, taking you out to dinner and promising to grow your family in hopes Atsumu would have a kid that liked him more than his twin brother.

It didn’t take much convincing either. Not when Atsumu bent you over the couch the moment you got into your little weekend home. Devouring you from the back before shoving his own pants down in a hurry. “Please— please, give me another—“ he’d beg into your ear while his hips kept up that relentless pace.

His breath was hot on your neck while your moans echoed off the walls and the couch started to leave scuff marks on the hardwood floor. He kept taking you over and over again until he was sure it would take.

Nine months later you indeed did bless him with a baby girl. And that little one was his entire world! A daddy’s girl from the very beginning, searching for him the moment she opened her eyes, soothing herself at the sound of his voice.

Even as she grew older, your son saw the connection they had and learned to love his dad even more. So in the middle of the night, when they’d both storm into your shared bedroom, crying from bad dreams and needing their dad for comfort… he couldn’t even be mad because he asked for this. And you made sure to remind him of that when he woke up groggy the next morning because he couldn’t let his babies sleep feeling as if they weren’t protected.

He stayed up all night rubbing their backs and shushing them when the nightmares started to disrupt their sleep once more.

Turns out he just needed to give his boy time, because looking back, he gave his parents just as hard of a time when he was a kid. He supposes it was just a taste of his own medicine.

[adumbratrapedme]

Osamu Miya x reader | teen pregnancy. pt 1 the news.

Synopsis. a teen pregnancy storie between osamu and reader.

wc. | genre. angst to fluff |cw/tags. angst, teen pregnancy mentions, fluff, etc.

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╭⋅OK! you guys havent been dating for long, perhaps just 5 months and the relationship was actually perfect except for the fact that Osamu wanted to keep it lowkey, not even his twin knew. ╭⋅Because i really love this headcanon that says that girls usually went to osamu just to get closer to atsumu or that everytime he liked someone atsumu would frlit with them and stuff like that ╭⋅ So thats why he wanted to keep it lowkey, what if his twin found out and started fliritng with you?? it kinda made u feel bad cuz it was like "he doesnt trust me enough?" but its okay, u understood at the end of the day tbh ╭⋅Anyways, Your first reaction? Pure panic. You went through the five stages of grief in your bedroom before finally accepting reality. ╭⋅ The thought of telling Osamu made your stomach churn. What if he freaked out? What if he left? But a small part of you knew he wasn’t that kind of person. ╭⋅The realization hit him in waves. ╭⋅The first wave was shock—like the world tilted off its axis. ╭⋅The second wave was fear—what would happen to you both? What would people say? How would this change everything? ╭⋅The third wave was responsibility—he wasn’t going to let you go through this alone. Not a chance.

Osamu never meant for things to get this complicated.

When you two first got together, it was supposed to be simple—lowkey, nothing flashy. Not because he was ashamed of you. Hell no. If anything, you were the best thing that had ever happened to him!!. But he knew his brother too well. Atsumu had this infuriating habit of developing crushes on girls Osamu liked, and Osamu wasn’t about to let that happen with you.

So, keeping it a secret had seemed like the safest option. Late-night calls, meeting up behind the gym, pretending to be just classmates in public. It wasn’t ideal, but it worked. At least, for a while.

Then Suna found out.

And of course, he had to be an asshole about it.

"You know, if you wanted to keep it a secret, maybe don’t stare at Y/N like they’re the last onigiri on earth every time they walk into the room," Suna had casually remarked one afternoon, not even bothering to look up from his phone.

Osamu froze mid-bite of his lunch. You nearly choked on your drink.

Suna finally glanced up, smirking.

"How long have ya known?" Osamu muttered, already bracing for the answer.

"Since the first time Y/N called you ‘Samu’ instead of 'Miya.'”

Busted!!!!!!!.

That was months ago. Back when the biggest problem was keeping things quiet.

Now? Now things were a whole lot messier...

The two lines on the pregnancy test made sure of that.

Your hands trembled as you sat on the edge of your bed, staring at the small plastic stick that had just turned your entire world upside down. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. It felt surreal, like you were watching a scene from someone else’s life.

How am I supposed to tell Osamu?

Your phone buzzed on the nightstand, making you flinch. You snatched it up, your stomach twisting the moment you saw his name.

The hot twin (clearly he added himself like this): hey, wanna meet at the usual spot?

He had no idea.

You typed out a shaky yeah before grabbing your jacket, stuffing the test into your pocket, and heading out, perhaps this was the right moment, right?

Osamu was already waiting behind the gym, leaning against the wall with his hands stuffed in his pockets. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes lit up the moment he saw you. That lazy half-smile—the one that always made your heart do stupid things—tugged at his lips.

But the second he got a good look at you, the smile faded.

His brows knit together. “What’s wrong?”

Your throat tightened. You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. The words felt too heavy, too impossible to say out loud.

So instead, you reached into your pocket, pulled out the test, and held it out. It felt blunt to do it this way, but you figured it was better to get it over with now rather than later, if he was going to break your hearth maybe it should be now.

Osamu stared at it. Then at you. Then back at it. Then at you.

“…What’s this?” His voice was steady, but there was something else there. Something uncertain.

You forced yourself to swallow past the lump in your throat. “I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

The kind that stretches for too long, making your chest ache.

Osamu blinked once, twice, then exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down his face. “Shit.”

You nodded, because yeah.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His jaw tensed, his fingers flexed, his eyes flickered with a storm of emotions—shock, fear, something unreadable.

Then, before you could spiral any further, he stepped forward and pulled you into his arms.

The breath you hadn’t realized you were holding escaped in a shaky exhale as you melted into him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, securely, like he was trying to hold everything together.

“We’ll figure it out,” he murmured against your hair. “I promise.”

Your eyes burned. You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear that until now.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. Panic still curled in your chest, making it hard to breathe, but then Osamu met your gaze—steady, unwavering. His hands stayed firm on your waist, grounding you, and for the first time since you saw those two pink lines, the chaos in your head quieted.

You weren’t alone in this.

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, a small, reassuring gesture. “I know it’s scary,” he admitted, voice low. “I’m scared too.”

Your heart clenched.

“But,” he continued, tilting his head slightly, “ya trust me, right?”

You nodded before you even realized it.

A slow, lopsided grin tugged at his lips. “Then we’ll be okay.”

And somehow, despite the panic still lingering at the edges of your mind, you believed him.

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[haikyu-mp4]

Snitches

You and Osamu are good cop + bad cop when your daughter acts up, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @nanami2ndbureau. word count; 611 – gn!reader

Let’s just say this situation was not ideal. Not all parents got called into the principal’s office because of their children’s mischief, but you and Osamu sure did. Your teenage daughter was in a bit of a rebellious phase and was seen holding a lit cigarette on school grounds, can you believe it?

The two of you sat on either side of her as the principal detailed the report filled out by the teacher who caught them. You listened intently to the principal while your daughter fiddled with her nails. Osamu had his arms crossed, more focused on your daughter’s reaction.

“We do not condone this behaviour, sir.” You turned the charm on, a soft smile silently begging the principal to show some kindness in the situation. “She has no prior bad marks, who hasn’t tried a cigarette before?”

The principal pursed his lips, looking down at the report to give him a second away from your eyes so he could think. “Well… I would like to know who brought the cigarette onto school grounds.”

You turned to your daughter expectantly. “Go on, tell him you didn’t bring them.” You briefly looked at the principal and added a small comment. “We don’t smoke at home.” Osamu briefly thought of the pack he had in his locker at work, which you knew he used for the occasional smoke break. However, you both agreed he would never bring that habit home.

The teenager crossed her arms, looking a lot like her dad at the moment as she mumbled under her breath. “No way, my friends will get in trouble.”

“He’s giving ya a chance to get out of that trouble, stop being so stubborn.” Osamu’s voice wasn’t quite mean, but it wasn’t nice either. You gave him a look before focusing back on your daughter.

“Everybody makes mistakes, the school just wants to take the right precautions,” you assured her softly, tucking some hair behind her ear. You always insisted she wear it up more to show off her face, but that only seemed to make her more insistent on keeping it down. Teenagers.

Osamu hummed in agreement from her other side. “Tell him who brought it,” he said much more sternly than you did. That’s the moment you realised you were unintentionally doing good cop, bad cop.

“Nu-uh. My lips are sealed.”

Your eyes met Osamu’s over your daughter’s shoulders, and there was no denying you shared this though: That’s right, we didn’t raise no snitch.

Osamu looked at the principal, finally letting his arms fall loose from the tight knot. “This won’t happen again, we promise there will be consequences at home.”

Luckily, the principal let her off with a warning, but she earned a detention for not snitching. Fair enough, you decided. On the way to the car, you told your daughter that you hoped she understood that smoking, especially at her age, can be very dangerous for her health.

“Yes, mom.” She sighed dramatically, glancing at her dad who still hadn’t smiled much. The two of you would probably have a serious conversation about his habit later after your daughter went to bed. “I think you should be proud of me, though. Snitches end up with stitches in ditches, like Uncle ‘Tsumu says!”

“Nu-uh,” Osamu retorted, making you realise where your daughter got that from. “Since when did ya start taking advice from that idiot?”

“I'm going to tell him you said that,” she insisted. You had to look away from them to hide your laugh.

"Oh, so now yer a snitch?"

Sure, parenting can be hard, but at least you chose the best partner to do it with.

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How They Would Take Care of Their Sick Kids | Sakusa, Osamu

Pairings: Sakusa X Reader (female), Osamu X Reader (female)

Genre: good ol' domestic dad fluff heheheeh

tutuwusworld asked: Hi!! Glad you’re back here💗So I was thinking about is how (mainly Osamu), and Sakusa would take care of their sick child and the different ways of them comforting their kids💗

Author's Note: hehehe hi and thanks! I like being back heheh it forces me to write, which also helps me improve and get back to things hehe!

as much as he hated germs, he hated seeing his baby/ babies being sick and suffering

which ig would make him despise germs even more tbh

since they made his bb/ bbs (baby/ babies) sick

he would be gentle with them, and take care of them even if it meant getting his hands and himself dirty

but anything for his bb/ bbs

when it first happened where his bb/ bbs got sick, he rushed them to the hospital, insisting that they stayed there until his bb/bbs were better

he had the doctors and nurses on speed dial

but now this second time around, he was more ready having learned from the first time

he would be on a tight routine to change them out of any sweaty clothes, tucking them in, changing their cooling forehead patches

making fresh food with scrubbed clean ingredients

everything

if his bb or bbs couldn't sleep, you bet he would hold them close

he would make sure is body warmth was also keeping them warm too

cradling them, rocking them, rubbing their little backs until they were sound asleep

he didn't mind doing the extra laundry if it meant that they actually got rest and they slept

even just a short nap

as soon as they were sound asleep, this mans would be whipping out his steamer, steaming all high-touch surfaces like their toys, door handles, and tables, cleaning and disinfecting everything

but at night, he was also on high alert

even when you were home to take care of them and when you took his turn to watch over them, he insisted on staying with you

The two of you sat at the ends of their low cribs in your guys' bedroom and just watched the two of them sleep side by side in their own crib in the low light of the bedroom, the sound machine playing the soft sound of waves washing against a shore

tucked in, wearing their matching little pjs

"they seem to be doing better," you spoke in a soft voice to your husband as he sat beside you, his hand resting on your lower back, fingers drawing random small shapes against your soft skin, his chin resting on your shoulder

"mmhm," he agreed with you, nodding gently into your shoulder

his eyes glanced back and forth watching them slightly move every now and then

he never thought that one day, such small human beings would mean the world and everything beyond to him

he would some nights, depending on how his bbs were throughout the day, would stay up later or sleep less so he could watch over them, sitting right beside them at their cribs

he would be right beside them, helping their little immune systems fight off these bad germs

Warning! Spoilers to what osamu does post-time skip!

You know this mans was feeding his family good stuff

like when you were pregnant with your little buns (what samu thought they looked like when they were born)

you ate the best foods

you were surprised how you were able to push such plump little buns out of you, 2 of them as a matter of fact

but they were very healthy

over the years, their plumpness became proportionate to their bodies as they grew

now they were able to balance and walk, they started running, playing outside, building their immunes

that was until something apparently had been going around while they were at daycare

and some parent still brought their child in, even though they were very sick and it spread to your guys' little buns

the two of you were mostly calm

took them to the doctors the first thing a fever was detected

making sure they were drinking plenty of fluids and samu was their personal chef

he knew what each of his bbs liked and made sure they both got their nutrients and all the other good stuff

he seemed calm on the outside but he did have a subtle, consistent wave of worry

he would think about the worst-case scenarios and work harder to make sure the foods and soups they were going to eat would be the best

but over time as you saw progress in their recovery, you were able to wipe away his worries without even knowing they were there

"Look who woke up a bit early and wanted to see you," he turned at the stove, hearing the sound of your voice approaching as you walked into the kitchen

you held the younger twin in your arms, the twin that did seem clingier with him but he didn't mind at all

he loved his bbs equally

the little one turned their body and reached toward him upon seeing him

Osamu was used to this

before they were sick, he would hold one while cooking - mainly something simple like stirring a pot

nothing dangerous

he would give them little samples of what he was making, always blowing the spoon or spatula like crazy before feeding them

he wasn't gonna burn his bbs

during baths and put-downs for naps and sleep at night, he always made sure to cuddle his bbs

he knew they were just gonna get bigger from here

after baths were his favorite time

they smelled so clean and fresh in their little pjs

he lay right in between their two little bodies as they hugged his head, cuddling with him

he laid with them until they were fast asleep, listening to the soft chimes of the lullaby gifted from osamu's grandmother

"stay small," he whispered to them, pressing kisses to their heads before slowly rising, and tucking them into their cribs

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[o-vera-nalyzing]

smart atsumu is so near and dear to my heart. like he’s so lowkey about it but then one time when he’s hanging out w msby + osamu and suna at a bar someone is joking to kiyoomi for going to college before playing pro and is asking him all these math questions and he’s like ‘just cause i went to college doesn’t mean i can do long form division in my head😫😫😫’ and osamu is just like ‘ATSUMU CAN’ (he loses all ability to not boast about his twin when drunk) and everyone zeroes in on atsumu and inunaki is like there’s no fuckin way and atsumu just starts saying the answers to all the previous questions they asked omi

[kitas10000thgrainofrice]

kita walking on the court saying “you guys don’t have to be on guard im just a substitute” is so rude like bffr you’ve been a whole adult since age four of course karasuno was worried theyre children

[misstooru]

OMG!!! look! look! look what I found in instagram!!! this is just so adorable like imagine haikyuu men as girl dads!

POV: haikyuu men came home from work / training / business trip and their little girls came rushing to welcome them 🥺

POV: a day in a life of haikyuu men as dad

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tbh ushijima, iwaizumi, meian, bokuto, kita, kenjirou, and daichi gives so much girl dads energy for me! especially iwaizumi with 3 girls cutiiieeee! 🥺💗😭

[emmyrosee]

single dad tattoo artist osamu miya who lets his little girl color in his tattoos there i said it

NO YOU SHOULD SAY IT BC YOURE RIGHT HOMIE

Just tired dad Osamu who loves his tiny terror more than words, more than he can fathom, but still sometimes plops his little girl on the couch next to him with washable markers and some paper, and tells her only slightly serious “okay, but whatever you do, don’t color my tattoos okay?” so he can take a lil nap.

And Rumi just giggles a bit and nods, and sure enough within a few minutes, after osamu’s eyes slowly drift to sleep, she’s on top of his thigh, tiny hand bracing herself on his chest and coloring in one of the tigers. Then she moves to the massive tree he has wrapped around his thick arm, coating the dark ink with pretty leaves.

Then, she goes to the fox on his left side, using blue for its pretty eyes and putting a nice red collar on it, affectionately dubbing ‘him’ kimchi. The fox itself is colored orange, despite the intention being of a white fox. By that time, osamu’s hour alarm has gone off, and he blinks awake, listening happily while she rambles on about all the tattoos she colored in.

OOOOO OR OR OR when he plops down at his desk to draw some stencils, she’s right next to him on the floor, coloring the intricate ink of the snake, humming softly. She’s focused on the task at hand, and calls for her father’s attention once she finally puts the finishing touches on it. “Daddy, I made him all sorts of blue and green!”

“You sure did, baby,” he hums, scooping her in his big arms and kissing her cheek, relishing in the giggles she gives him. Then, he plops her down on his other side, “daddy’s got a little bit more to do; why don’t you draw me a new tattoo? The other one you drew on me was so good.”

She gasps in excitement before getting to work, using her markers to draw a picture on her father’s leg that will, come tomorrow thanks to his home-kit, become a tattoo that lives forever in the ink adorning his body.

[ennoshitas-princess]

Cake and Dresses

Dad! Atsumu Miya x Fem! Reader

Warnings: only a lot of fluff, Miya twins insulting each other, Atsumu isn't in the first couple scenes (sorry it will be worth it)

Synopsis: You and Atsumu have a beautiful daughter and it is her birthday and Valentine's Day

Word Count: 873

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You come back home with your cute little daughter after her long and exhausting school day. Today was a very special day. Not only was it Valentine's Day, but it was your sweet daughter’s birthday. Currently you go and pick up the cake her dear Uncle Osamu baked for her. When you saw the pink hearts all over the place. Her name was written in white frosting. The cake was chocolate (your husband’s and daughter’s personal favorite).

“Thank you Osamu! I hope it wasn't too much trouble.” You said holding the heart shaped baked good.

“It's no problem! I love helping ya… but not my dumbass twin brother.” He chuckled.

You were used to the two bickering at each other. At times you found it quite entertaining. Especially since Atsumu proved himself not to be very smart when it came to saying something back. You tried to help him come up with comebacks, but he told you he could do it on his own.

And he was so wrong.

“So Aiko, how was kindergarten today?” Asked her uncle.

“It was great! I got many Valentine's and for my birthday too!” Your little girl held them in a box.

“Well, that's nice. Did ya know yer dad never got Valentine's until he was in his last year of high school?”

“Osamu! That is not true! You know I have been giving him gifts in his locker since junior high!” You told him.

“Well, he didn't know ya had a crush on him until ya wrote that cringy love letter that year.” He teased you.

“Well, I don't regret it one single bit because he helped me make this cutie!” You squished Aiko’s chubby cheeks.

You later on made it home with the help of Osamu carrying that cake, while you were holding all the things your daughter received. When you were picking up the cake, your dear husband was getting the living room ready for Aiko’s birthday party.

“We are back!” You yelled at Atsumu.“Just in time. I was done decorating and getting very bored.” He replied back slouching on the couch.

He looked up to see his beloved wife and daughter. He averted his eyes and saw his twin brother. “Hey y/n, why’d ya invite this dumbass??!?”

“Who are ya calling a dumbass?!?” His brother set the box on the table.

“Yer ugly ass!!”

“I am not dumb or ugly. We basically look the same!!”

“Daddy!!” Your baby girl pounced on her father to give him a nice bear hug.

“Aiko, my sweet baby girl.” He picked her up and kissed her round cheek.

You smiled at the adorable sight of Atsumu hugging Aiko. She had your eyes and had Atsumu’s dark hair (but you know he has his hair dyed blonde). You couldn't help but go over and join. “Don't forget about your wife Tsum Tsum.”

“Oh of course I would never forget about my beloved Valentine since we were teenagers.” Atsumu place your sweet daughter on the ground and pecked your cheek.

“Hey!” Your daughter puffed her cheeks while stomping her tiny foot on the floor.

“Honey, no one forgot about you.” You bent down to her height.

Her toothy grin appeared onto her face again. She ran away to her room for some reason. Usually Aiko stays in the living room on her birthday. (She adores the attention.) She came back with presents in hand.

“Whatcha got there, baby girl?” Asked her father.

“For you!” She stretched the presents to both you and your dear husband.

“Awe, how cute and sweet of you Aiko.” You smiled at her.

“What about me?” Osamu frowned.

“I didn't forget about you Uncle ‘Samu!” She reached into her bookbag for a little box.

You guys opened up your presents to see something the little girl has made for each of you. Atsumu got a bracelet made with beads and a volleyball charm. Osamu got a bracelet too, but with an onigiri charm. You got a necklace made with beads and with a gem charm in the shape of a heart. “Ya did a good job in making them little love.” You told her.She twisted her foot on the ground with a shy smile. “I am glad you like them.”

“Oh! Birthday time!” Shouted Atsumu at the top of his lungs.

After the party, Osamu headed back home. Of course, before leaving he bickered some more. Aiko fell asleep on the couch. You couldn't resist taking a picture of your lovely daughter. Atsumu went to the room to get a special thing for you.

“There you are. Mind helping me in carrying this little cutie?” You asked your beloved husband.

“No, I don't mind. But first, I would love to give ya something.” He said hugging you.

“What is it?”

“Ya have to open it my dear.”

You opened the box to see a beautiful dress that was (favorite color). It was an everyday dress. It had some flowery design on it. “So, do ya like it?” He smiled at you.

“I adore it. But not as much as you!” You hugged him tighter.

“Maybe a date sometime. My dumb brother can take care of our daughter.”

"Absolutely!" Was all you said.

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The dad osamu brain rot has been unbelievably real.

AN: complete and utter fluff. Osamu and reader have a daughter. Minimal dialogue.

Also: how is this my first Osamu fic/drabble??? I love this man. thinking of doing an entire dad series... lemme know if you're interested. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

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Your daughter is only four and osamu is convinced that these last four years have been some of the best of his life. Learning how to be a dad, watching you become a mom, coming up with ways to parent together, figuring out his daughter’s interests… there was such a sense of sentimental pride when his daughter begged to go to work with him on the weekends.

Which is where your husband can be found without fail. He’s got your daughter on the counter, lending a hand while she shapes her onigiri. She’s doing her best, which is why every time the two of them do this, Osamu asks his little girl “you sure you don’t wanna be like yer mama? Or find yer own thing you love?”

She might have his dark eye brows and those beautiful grey-blue eyes, but she looks like you, and it makes him love her even more. She just shakes her head and looks up at him with big eyes and a smile while she eats the sticky rice off her fingers. “I wanna be just like daddy!”

Her cheeks also have grains of rice sticking to them and osamu can’t help the way he wraps his arms around his little girl. Clinging to these moments for dear life because he knows how fast she’ll grow up. How distant these memories will seem one day...

She’ll probably change her mind about wanting to be just like him. Who knows, maybe she’ll start to look up to her uncle Atsumu and wanna be just like him. Or she really find her own interests and forget all about the times they spent in this kitchen together. He hopes that never happens and this will always be something the two can bond over, even when he starts to age and she goes off to start her own family. He knows that’s years and years away, but he can’t help the way his mind drifts to the future, then back to the past.

He thought he was getting his hopes up, but when you surprised him with that going home outfit: a dusty pink onesie decorated with tiny onigiri on it. He should’ve known then, that his baby would be a daddy’s girl through and through.

And it’s no surprise that when she could start talking and asking for things, that the first item she asked for was an apron to match her daddy. You and Atsumu had worked together to surprise them both with new ones, since your husband’s old one was more than a little worn out.

At just two and a half years old, your baby girl was jumping up and down with excitement, waving the apron in the air and running straight to her daddy so he could put it on for her. Osamu remembers looking at her with the softest smile and tears brimming his lash line while he held her close.

Her little voice pulls him out of thought once more, “daddy? Did I do good?” He puts a hand on her shoulder and nods his head, “you did great, sweetheart. Wanna try to wrap it now that you’ve got the shape?” She’s already reaching for the nori with a frustrated little pout when more than one piece sticks to her fingers. “Here,” he brings a wash cloth over, with a little dish of water, “let’s wipe your hands. It’ll make it easier.”

She follows his every instruction, folding the nori where Osamu pre-creased it. “Should we make mommy some for dinner? We can bring them home and surprise her?” The light in her eyes is one he remembers fondly. He and his brother used to get that same shimmer in their eyes when they’d land a perfect set in a volleyball match. And he’s caught himself even more often now that he has you, his beautiful wife, and his perfect daughter.

There’s so much in his life that he’s thankful for and it’s all started with you.

[adumbratrapedme]

Atsumu Miya x reader | teen pregnancy. pt 1 the news.

Synopsis. a teen pregnancy storie between atsumu and reader.

wc. | genre. angst to fluff |cw/tags. angst, teen pregnancy mentions, fluff, etc.

teen pregnancy series masterlists here!

╭⋅ So, this happens on your third year at higschool, you guys dated since your first and at first it was good, but... im a sucker for "fuckboy!atsumu" allegations and agst so...

╭⋅ Atsumu definitely has that charming, cocky persona, and he’s known to flirt with anyone who catches his eye. But when he’s with the you, he can be surprisingly soft and genuinely sweet. Still, it’s a struggle for him to drop the “playboy” act completely, which causes a lot of tension in u guys relationship.

╭⋅ You guys always break up- and come back- break up- and come back-

╭⋅ Despite breaking up (thing he regrets everytime) he hates seeing you with someone else and can’t stand the thought of u moving on.

╭⋅ The pregnancy news hits him harder than he admits, and he starts questioning whether he’s ready to be a father and whether he deserves the chance to make things right with you-

╭⋅ DEFINITELY struggles with the idea of being a father, especially because he’s used to living a carefree life. He’s not sure he’s capable of stepping up, but as the pregnancy progresses, he realizes he might have to.

╭⋅ Before he fully realizes the gravity of the situation, Atsumu might initially avoid facing the pregnancy news because he’s scared of what it means for his future. He doesn’t know how to balance his carefree attitude with the responsibility that comes with having a child. It’s a huge step for him to admit he’s not ready, but once the reality sets in, he’ll struggle to find his place in the reader’s life again.

╭⋅ And in case you are curious this takes place in the same "universe" as osamu's teen pregnancy storie mwhaheheh

It’s been two months since you and Atsumu broke up—again. The same cycle, the same arguments, the same bullshit promises since you were in your 1st year. He’d swear he’d change, swear he was done flirting with other girls, done making you feel like you were just another option. And maybe he meant it in the moment, but he never followed through. So, you ended things.

But, of course, Atsumu never really left you alone.

Even now, as you sit in the classroom with a classmate, laughing at something dumb he said, you can feel Atsumu’s eyes on you. He’s standing by the doorway, pretending to talk to one of his teammates, but you know he’s watching.

Your classmate nudges you. “Miya’s glaring at me.”

You sigh. “Let him.”

Truthfully, you have much bigger problems than Atsumu’s jealousy. Like the positive pregnancy test sitting at the bottom of your school bag, wrapped in tissues and regret.

You haven’t told anyone. Haven’t even figured out how to process it yourself. But the weight of it is suffocating, pressing against your ribs, making every interaction with Atsumu feel ten times heavier.

When the bell rings, you head out quickly, but you barely make it a few steps down the hall before a familiar hand grabs your wrist.

“You’ve been avoidin’ me,” Atsumu mutters, his grip firm but not tight. There’s that usual cocky smirk on his lips, but his eyes flicker with something else.

“I don’t owe you anything,” you reply, pulling away.

His jaw clenches. “Who’s that guy?”

You blink. “What?”

“The guy you were sittin’ with,” he says, voice dropping. “You datin’ ‘im?”

You let out a sharp laugh. “Oh my god, Atsumu, are you serious? You’ve spent the last two months acting like I don’t exist, and now you’re mad because I sat with someone else?”

“I never acted like ya didn’t exist.” His voice is quieter now, rough around the edges. “Yer the one who walked away.”

You exhale slowly, gripping the strap of your bag. This is pointless. He’s always like this—possessive when it suits him, distant when it doesn’t.

You should just walk away. But the words are already clawing their way out of your throat.

“I’m pregnant.”

The hallway noise fades. Atsumu just stares at you, his expression unreadable. Like his brain is still buffering, trying to process what you just said. Finally, he breathes out a short, shaky laugh. “What?”

You hold his gaze, refusing to repeat yourself. His smirk wavers, and then, for the first time in all the years you’ve known him, Atsumu looks genuinely lost.

You don’t wait for him to process it. You turn, your feet carrying you down the hallway, away from him, away from everything. Your heart is pounding, each step feeling heavier, but you don’t stop. You can’t stop. Atsumu doesn’t say anything more. Not that you’d expect him to. He’s still standing there, frozen, his mind racing, but no words come out.

As you step outside, the cool air hits your face, and you breathe it in, trying to steady yourself. You have a plan. Sort of. You’ll figure this out, somehow. You always do.

But then, you hear his voice again.

“Wait.”

It’s soft, hesitant—definitely not the usual Atsumu, not the cocky asshole he always is.

You don’t stop.

“Hey,” he calls, louder now, more desperate, his tone slipping into something unfamiliar.

This time, you force yourself to pause but don’t turn around.

Atsumu’s footsteps echo behind you, and he catches up quickly, standing a few feet away. You still don’t look at him. You don’t want to.

“I—” He hesitates, and you hear him swallow. “Is it mine?” You freeze, your blood running cold for a split second, before everything inside you snaps. You turn around sharply, fury building up in your chest.

“Of course it’s fucking yours, Atsumu,” you snap, your voice cutting through the air. “Unlike you, I don’t go sleeping around with people after I end a relationship.” (I have a question guys, english people, is it “unlike you” or “like you”. ?? Confused at 100% hope is understandable tho)

His face goes pale. He opens his mouth to say something but falters, clearly not knowing how to respond to that. You can see the guilt in his eyes, the regret, but you’re too far gone to care.

“You think I’d come to you with this if there was any doubt?” Your voice shakes, but you keep your gaze steady. “I’m not some fucking idiot who plays games like you.”

He doesn’t say anything for a long while. He just stands there, staring at you as if you’ve slapped him across the face. And maybe, in some ways, you have.

Finally, he takes a step forward, his voice quieter now, as if he’s trying to find his footing. “I’m sorry.”

But you don’t want his apology. Not this time.

“I don’t need your apology,” you reply coldly, turning to walk away. “I need you to stop pretending you care when you don’t.”

Atsumu doesn’t follow you. Not this time. You hear him stand still, the silence heavy between you two, and for the first time, you don’t feel the slightest urge to look back.

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I HATE THE TWINS SO BAD (jk i love them) i always get confused on who is who, who is pee pee head whois poo poo hair anyways huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh sprry for late update, im doing a few other stuff lately but i. uh. i deeply apolgzhe!!

[miya-twins]

if atsumu ever had a kid, he'd be sooooo embarrassing about it all the time. always has baby pictures on hand. tries way too hard to be the fun parent. will cuddle his kid all the time everywhere, even when they're a teenager and keep telling him to stop. on the plus side he'll buy them beer for their parties before they're 20

if osamu ever had a kid, he'd be pretty chill but also spoil his kid to the max. he just can't say no to them. his kid will have the healthiest and prettiest bento every single day of school. definitely the type to chew out teachers for treating his baby wrong. also gets competitive over bakesales

[multyfandomsdraws]

The inarizaki team recognize Akira like a little sister and they joke about it.

Her birthay it's a couple of days after the miya's birthay( 18 of june) meaning that she is the youngest second year, just being the Oldest obviously with Riseki and the rest of first years.

Atsumu and Osamu are the ones who joke the most the fact for obvious reasons, i mean literally they birthay it's a couple of days before Akira's, Atsumu is the one that always Say that the Oldest have to stay in charge with little things and Osamu always wanting to know how she is eating knowing that it's a fact that Akira is a Big eater like the silver hair twin.

Suna it's there too saying that he know how to act with a younger sister because he already hace one, and many photos too, Yep so many about the fact .

For Her it's lucky that Ginjima and Kosaku act normal like always like if they know nothing but Miyake know that they are laughing of her.

The third years are the only ones who act normal with her so the manager spend sometimes more time with them, You know what, forget about that because Maybe everyone is proctective but this four teenagers literally know how to be more scare that the others.

The time that Akira started daiting Mei and everyone in the team know her like the Cheerleader who is girlfriend of her manager , the third year have the face of looking through her soul and after that Mei don't want to put a feet in the gym.

Over the years this things don't pass so often but always Will be occasions where for example they Will talk like proud Big brothers for how far she got with her dream with the bakery and if i Say it she think the same with the others.

Because Maybe in the start was something anoying but as time passed was something normal, they look at her like she was part of the team and if she was sincere Akira Will always know how it's to be the younger sibling, talking care of her own little siblings was so much that they acting like that was something fresh and new for her.

And now, well she got for sport team a second family, and she Will always Will be remembering the times that Osamu and her help eachother with the culinary school or the silence confort when Her sempais help her to clean the Gym after practice or the crazy thing that happened with Atsumu, helping tutoring the others five because she litteraly was more inteligent ( for something she was in class 5) or the selfies with Rintarou, Even helping the first years with everything that they need it.

So if she has something to Say it's that she is happy with being the youngest sister of her favorite group

[o-vera-nalyzing]

one miya twins hc i just can’t believe isn’t true is mama miya telling the twins before the first day of kindergarten that it’s not ok to hit people most of the time but if someone else starts the fight you can finish it and if someone is bullying your brother you have permission to hit them. that very same day they come home and their mom almost immediately finds out that osamu hit a kid for saying atsumu was stupid, then the kid swung on osamu so atsumu shoved him to the ground within seconds