#single dad osamu

[osamusbigtits]

"uncle omi?" kanako asks.

sakusa looks over at her with that unreadable look he always has. when she was younger, it would make her skin crawl. kanako honestly thought he hated her. but atsumu insisted that that is sakusa's nice face.

she swallows. "how did you know you liked... boys?"

sakusa's brows furrow.

kanako looks away. "nevermind. it's a silly question," she mutters and looks back at the homework she should be completing. atsumu needs to hurry back with food before she says something even more stupid.

she's staying at her uncles' apartment while her dad checks out a new location in tokyo for the restaurant. she insisted she would be fine alone. but her dad wanted her to stay with her uncles.

you'd think now that she's 15, her dad would trust her.

"if you're questioning things," sakusa says and kanako cringes. "it's okay. I've found that asking other peoples experiences rarely helps."

kanako deflates. looks like she's having this conversation with probably the worst person to have this conversation with.

"there's just... a girl," kanako mumbles. "she's my friend but... I feel... different toward her."

"have you thought about kissing her?"

kanako squeaks. "what is wrong with you!" her face flushes as she turns to glare at sakusa.

he gives a gentle smile. "when I started to question my sexuality and saw a boy I thought was pretty. I asked myself if I wanted to kiss him." sakusa frowns. "don't tell atsumu that."

"ew. okay. I'm done with this conversation." kanako grabs her phone and stalks off to the spare bedroom she's borrowing.

kanako frowns to herself. does she want to kiss minaru?

her lockscreen teases her. a picture of her and her best friend, faces smooshed together as they both smile.

"oh no," she whines and tosses her phone to the side. then she grabs her phone and texts atsumu to get extra dessert. kanako needs the distraction.

[fiendishpal]

masa returns (feat. akaashi)

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🍙Cooking Class🍥

Meeting Single Dad! Osamu Miya

Single Dad! Osamu Miya x Single Mom! Yn (female reader; she/her pronouns)

Warnings: fluff, a small Miya child raised by Osamu and Atsumu 😅

AN: This is an Anon request! I named the children because it was easier than saying “your son” all the time! Also the request is a little different then the direction I went in, I honestly love this request so I left it open to a potential pt. 2 👀

Oof- being a single mom is HARD

Trust me, I know 🥰

But once again this isn’t about me, this is about You

Our fearless, strong, kind, beautiful, intelligent YN

Emphasis on the strong part because as a single mom, you sure need alot of strength

You work your butt off during the day, working full time and juggling your sons daily schedule

At night, you cook dinner, clean, help your son with homework, bedtime, bath and repeat

It’s literally a never ending cycle of work for you my love

If you’re lucky, you’ll get a night free or maybe even get a chance to relax with a glass of your favorite alcoholic beverage

But most of the time, your focus is solely on your son, Akira.

You had him relatively young and he’s approaching the age of 8

He’s a busy, active boy who has alot of friends, does well in school and is an overall good kiddo

It makes you feel so good when people praise you for bringing up such an awesome son 🥰

This is important to remember YN because sometimes raising kids is literally like raising demons that just crawled out from the pits of hell and have never been introduced to civilized society

😮‍💨 sorry about that long and very detailed description but tell me I’m wrong

I’m definitely not

This fact often hits home when your son asks you one question in particular…

“Hey mom, when are you going to find a boyfriend?” Akira asks innocently

“Umm well, like I’ve said before, I don’t need a man and I’m doing pretty well on my own,” you say with a smile

Your son ponders for a second before saying

“Ok so then why do you keep saying to your bestie that you wish you had a man?” He says as you gape at him

“First off, stop listening in on my conversations! Second, while it would be nice to date someone, I’m just really busy,” you say, hoping this will deflect all future questions and move on to literally any other subject

It’s a pipe dream Yn keep up 👏

“Well my friend Gao says his dad said you were hot and would date you,” he says as you turn to stare at him once again

“I’m not dating any of the dads at your volleyball practice Akira!?” You said as your son just shrugs

“Plus none of those dads are even good looking,” you say as you throw the dish towel down on the counter

It’s true that your dating life had been less than spectacular as of late

Oh sorry, it’s never been spectacular 😅

You’d been on your own since Akira was born, having not been on a date in literal years due to working and your commitment to parenting

You signed as you walked out of the kitchen, Akira’s attention now turning to a book he had been reading

“Maybe it’s time I do something for myself,” you say as you head to your room

And that’s what brings us here, to the doorstep of a cute little Onigiri restaurant known as Onigiri Miya

You had seen an advertisement for cooking lessons in the local paper, having registered online

You walked into the restaurant, the doorbell chiming

The restaurant was small and cozy, but the smell permeating the air was heavenly

You looked around, noting no one else in the store

“Hey, just a second!” A voice shouted as you turned to the doorway

“No rush, thank you!” You respond standing in front of the menu

The options were spectacular and all looked beyond amazing

“Hey sorry about that wait,” a tall, handsome brunette man said coming out from behind the kitchen door

“Oh it’s not worry! I’m a bit early it seems,” you say, smiling

The man stared at you, eyes raking in your form from top to bottom

You were dressed rather casual for a summers evening, shorts and a nice top with a pair of comfortable shoes

“Im YN by the way,” you say, smiling and extending your hand

“Umm Osamu and don’t worry, you aren’t early or late, you’re my only sign up for the class,” Osamu says as your eyes widen

“Oh my god really? This is such an amazing class and you’re telling me I’m the only sign up?” You said as Osamu nodded

“Yep but no worries! Come on back and we can get started,” he says as you nod and make your way around the counter, “Wash your hands and we can get stared. Do you know anything about cooking?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say im completely a novice,” you say as you dry your hands

“Ok so a beginner,” Osamu says as you interrupt him

“Hey! Give me some credit! I know how to boil water ok? Im at least intermediate,” you say as Osamu chuckles

“Ok so we can skip the boiling water lesson then,” he says as you smile and stand next to him

Osamu stiffens as you stand there looking up at him with your big eyes

You were so cute and sweet

You face was perfect from your eyes to your nose, your hair immaculate and your body flawless

“Ok let’s get started,” he says as you hear the door chime

“Hey dad!” a voice shouted

“Kenji what the hell are you doing here? Where’s Sumu?” Osamu says as you watch the little boy, around your sons age walk into the kitchen

“I’m right here chill out!” Another voice yells from the door as a double of Osamu but with untoned hair walks in

“Well hello there,” the untoned blonde says as he walks up to you

“Sumu what the hell? I told you I had a class tonight! You were suppose to keep Kenji until 9,” Osamu says as he sighs and looks at you apologetically

“Wait that was tonight? Oh shit, I totally forgot! I have a meeting with Sakusa and Bokuto,” Sumu says as Osamu rolls his eyes

“Hi there, I’m Kenji,” the little boy says to you as you smile and meet him at eye level

“Hi! I’m YN, it’s very nice to meet you!” You respond, shaking his hand

“Hey you’re really pretty! Are you dating my dad?” He asks excitedly as you snicker, Osamu’s face heating up at the question that just emerged from his sons mouth

“Kenji no! She’s a client of mine who is taking a cooking class,” Osamu says

Kenji looks from you to Osamu, “is cooking class a secret word for something?”

Sumu belts out a laugh as Osamu kicks him, causing you and Kenji to both laugh

“No, your dad is teaching me how to make onigiri,” you say, “it’s my sons favorite so I want to make it at home with him.”

Osamu looked at you as you smiled back at him, he would have never known you had a son at your age

“Oh cool! How old is he? Does he play sports?” Kenji asks as you smile and nod

“Akira is 7 and he does! He just started playing volleyball,” you say as Kenji’s eyes light up

“I play volleyball too! My dad use to play in school too!” He says as you smile

“Hey what about uncle Sumu!” The agitating voice interrupts

Kenji just rolls his eyes as Osamu smirks 😏

“My uncle Sumu plays setter for the MSBY Black Jackals,” he says

“His very SINGLE uncle that is,” Sumu interrupts

You 👉🏻😐

Kenji 👉🏻🙄

Osamu 👇🏻

You giggle as the twins fight and Kenji grabs a stool to help you

“You should bring your son here sometime,” he says as you smile

“I think I will! He’d love that!” You say as Osamu watches you interact with his son

He can’t say the picture didn’t melt his heart just a little, seeing Kenji getting along with someone so well

Too bad kids give very little reprieve

“You should go on a date with my dad,” he says as Osamu nearly chokes on air

You giggle and continue prepping

“I don’t know how your dad would feel about you setting him up,” you say and Kenji shrugs

“Uncle Sumu says he needs to get laid,” he says as the room goes still

You try hard to contain your laughter as Osamu slowly turns to glare at Sumu

Sumu run 👉🏻😗 🎵

“Atsumu-”

“Well would you look at the time! See you soon kiddo and it was nice meeting you Yn!” Sumu says, running from the restaurant before he receives a career threatening injury

“I know what we could do, maybe you and your dad could meet up with me and Akira for a playdate?” You say, looking at Kenji

His eyes light up, “ohhh yes can we dad?!”

Osamu watches your gorgeous eyes light up, the sweet smile on your face melting all of his restraint

“I don’t see why not,” he says as Kenji cheers

“Ok it’s a date then!” You say, looking for Kenji to Osamu

“Yeah, it’s a date”

[heich0e]

little!miya gets sick and single dad!osamu is in over his head. the little boy's fever is raging and he's inconsolable, refusing any of the care his papa is desperately trying to offer him.

he's only asking for you.

"W-WHERE'S BABE? I want my ba-aaaaabe," the four year old wails, his cheeks flushed scarlet and snot dripping from his nose as the tears continue.

"babe's at home, buddy. you'll see her tomorrow once ya get some sleep, alright?" osamu wipes at his son's nose as he tries to comfort him but it doesn't help much. the little boy clutches tighter at the plush toy tucked under his arm—one you bought for him on a trip to the aquarium, one of the first days the three of you spent together—and turns his head away from his father petulantly.

"I ONLY WANT BABE."

samu sighs, raking a hand through his greasy hair. he's exhausted. it's been hours of this, and his son is showing no signs of relenting.

finally he cracks, reaching for the phone in his back pocket.

"he's asleep now."

the bedroom door closes behind you with a soft click.

samu is slumped against the wall in the hallway, his knees spread and head hanging, having been banished from the room by his own flesh and blood the minute you showed up half an hour prior.

"thanks fer this," samu says quietly, keeping his voice low as you crouch down on the floor in front of him. "i'm sorry to call so late."

you press a hand to his cheek, running your thumb over the shadow of fatigue inking under his eye. it's darker than usual, and you understand why.

"call me anytime, samu," you reassure him. "you know i'd do anything for you two."

"ya shouldn't have to do this, though," samu mumbles, struggling to meet your gaze that feels too tender—too comforting and familiar and pitying—right now.

"i barely did anything," you argue, a bit indignantly. "i just read him a story and helped him take off his pyjama top so he could 'wear his jammies like papa.'"

samu laughs tiredly at that, a short, wry breath of air through his nose.

"and i didn't have to do it," you add again after a moment, taking both of his cheeks in your hands and forcing him to look at you properly. "i wanted to, because i love you both very much."

samu's eyes are burning. he knows it's because he's overtired. hell, he wouldn't be surprised if he caught whatever virus his son brought home from school. but regardless of the why, the tears are flooding up inside his chest and threatening to spill over.

"love you," samu says, the words all breath and unequivocal truth. "'m glad yer here."

he leans forward and tucks his face into the crook of your neck, and you wrap your arms around him as you welcome it.

you hold him there, on the floor outside his four year old son's bedroom, for as long as he needs you to.

finally, osamu feels a bit more himself, and is ready to pull away. you brush a few strands of his hair out of his gaze once he's extricated himself from your embrace. there's a little twinkle of mischief behind your eyes. "you should go get cleaned up and ready for bed, and i'll go grab that ice cream i hid in the back of the freezer behind the broccoli."

samu smiles, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the edge of your mouth.

"i love you," he says, speaking the words against your welcoming lips.

"you already said that," you tease him, tilting your head so that your reply meets the centre of his own.

"i mean it, though," samu replies, inching back only far enough that he can see both your eyes, the ends of your noses brushing as he watches your lashes flutter. "so, wanna marry me?"

[miyazas]

What gets better with age? Men. What’s the best type of man? Your rich boss.

Boss!Iwaizumi who’s training college students to become athletic trainers, though he loves everyone in the class, he has a soft spot for you, his sweet little intern. You, who comes to the class everyday 15 minutes early. You, who watches him with big eyes when he tells the class about his time with the Olympic team when everyone else in the program starts to get bored. You, who always emails him late at night because you get nervous asking him questions in person, he’s just so big he practically dwarfs you, who wouldn’t be nervous. He can’t help but send you smiles and winks when he catches you staring at his bulging arms when he's showing off gym equipment to the group or send you small touches when you two are the only ones in the area. Once the internship is over maybe he’ll grow the courage to ask you on a date, teach you a few tips and tricks he’s learned over his many years.

Boss!Osamu who has hired you as his assistant since his last one retired. Who thinks you're absolutely stunning and he’s definitely too old for a pretty thing like you. You were the package deal, beautiful and a hard worker and he never wanted to to feel uncomfortable so he didn't try anything, simply watching from afar. That was until he hears you standing up for him from the nasty teens that came in for food and instead wreaked havoc. How, the salt and pepper hair that covers his body is normal and his chubby stomach doesn’t make him any less hotter than his famous twin brother, in fact he’s ‘hotter.’ So despite his age, few have ever said that and hearing it from you, he blushes. He gets bolder over time, sending you a small smirk, holding the small of your back when you two are the only ones in the kitchen, showing off his strength when he lifts multiple food crates. He can’t help it, he loves the way you blush and bite the insides of your cheeks.

[freakurodani]

so.... if you have taste then perhaps u've seen @osamusbigtits and @monstrsball single dad AUs, where Osamu is a father and Iwaizumi is a father, well I've had the honor to listen to them talk about it in the discord server and the brainrot is real... and i may have been inspired to add some bokuaka parents <3

please please please check out the links for more details its so cute i promise you'll love it <33333

[ninapi]

New to this (Osamu version)

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

Word Count: 4085

Note: Welcome to route two of the story. If you haven’t read the first part I would highly suggest you do so since there’s a lot of things I will skim through in this one that were explained in detail in the previous route, so it would help you understand better what's going on (link here).

If you already did, then this side of the story will tell Samu’s side and will reset itself completely, meaning, once more it starts from Seiji’s first day of school. Hope you like this one too! 

Chapter 1: New beginnings.

Today being your son’s first day of kindergarten has you thinking of the old times. Looking at your son’s uniform reminds you when you were the one to use a similar one, when life was easier and the worst of your worries was deciding what to play during lunch period. 

Back then, when you were his age you had two best friends, twin boys from your neighborhood, you instantly clicked with them one day at the park and were inseparable ever since. 

In reality you had one friend, the other one was just clingy and never let you two alone, a bit annoying.

Memories of all the fun adventures you had in your youth were flooding in while you go on with your morning routine, getting your son ready for this important day. 

A particularly fond memory pops into your head; It was winter time and Osamu had slip on icy snow when he was racing his brother into school. He got a scrapped knee and a cut on his cheek, so the teachers told him to stay inside during lunch time, maybe read a book or watch a movie. 

He was sulking in the corner of the classroom since it was Friday and that meant you would all play hide and seek outside, he really liked Fridays. But you decided to stay inside with him. You brought with you the box of dvd’s the teacher gave him and the two of you picked a random Disney film to watch, sitting next to each other on the floor and sipping on hot cocoa, it was still a very lovely Friday.

That’s until Atsumu came running in to look for you, they needed another player, that’s what he said but it didn’t make much sense to you, is not like you needed even numbers to play hide and seek, so you refused, hugging Samu’s arm and scowling at the boy who was disturbing your peaceful afternoon. You didn't want to go out in the cold, just wanted to stay inside and be with your bestie. 

But he never takes no for an answer. He started pulling you by your ankle and dragged you out with him. You were annoyed to say the least, but once he finally let go of your ankle, he went on his knees and helped you get into your shoes, lacing them tightly for you not to fall, then took off his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, smiling brightly at you and thanked you for playing with him even when it was such a cold day.

It’s somewhat a bittersweet memory, you honestly wanted to stay in with Osamu and you know you would have had just as much fun that day if you did, but truth is that you did have lots of fun playing with Tsumu, you two would hide together in the strangest of places and whisper tactics to each other, he would huddle close to keep you warm constantly, and even if you found him annoying at first, that day you started to see him differently.

That was just one of the many memories you have of the past with similar outcomes. 

There was that one time Samu was sick and you went to tend to him back to health and Tsumu dragged you away to go shopping for ‘better medicine’ but managed to keep you out with him all day. 

The day he begged the english teacher to let him be your partner for the school project instead of Samu because common he is already smart, he doesn't need you as much as he does, making you spend all the free time you had during those three weeks glued to him. 

The day you were supposed to hang out with Samu after school, he had planned this for months but was totally not a date according to him; and Tsumu lifted you over his shoulder and ran, stealing you away before you two could leave to confess his feelings for you. 

There were just too many of this sort of day to count. Days you were supposed to spend with Samu but Tsumu got in the way, and it really makes you think what could have happen if you would have spent those days with him instead. Seiji might not have come to this world and that is a terrifying thought, but maybe, just maybe things would have been different.

You really didn’t want to think about them on such an emotionally heavy day, but you did miss them both, specially on days like today, days that your son should have shared with all his family, not just you. But who your heart truly missed was Samu. You would give almost anything to have him here right now bullying you into eating spicy stuff like the old days, anything to just hold his hand in yours and just breathe.

He was always by your side since you had recollection of your own self. Always there for you no matter how you felt. If you were angry, he would share his food with you; If you were sad, he would rub your back until you stopped crying; If you were happy, he would listen to you and try his best to prolong said happiness. He knew you better than you knew yourself. And when you were at your lowest, he just disappeared. 

You expected him to pop out of nowhere once he would realize you were looking for him. You expected him to call you back. Who doesn’t call their best friend back after 51 missed calls? But you lost faith when you called him again and the machine on the other side of the line told you that number didn’t belong to anyone. He left you, just like his brother, the father of your son did.

Somehow you didn’t expect him to be on his brother’s side but apparently he was, as he was clearly avoiding you too.

You really miss him and your son constantly reminds you of him, to make it all worse. He’s got Tsumu’s eyes, but the rest is basically a mix of Samu and you. There’s days when all he does reminds you of Tsumu though like right now, he was currently dancing shirtless, sticking the back end of his toothbrush in his belly button to make you laugh. He is the silliest little munchkin and you love him with all your soul, but he did get that from his dad. Tsumu always knew how to make you laugh and forget about whatever your problems were at the time, but only Samu could help you solving them.

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His first day at school was finally over. You were waiting for him outside the school gates, when your phone rings, it was the owner of a bookstore you had previously contacted for a job offering. He wanted you to come to his shop in an hour for an interview in person and it was honestly a bit out of the way, you had to hurry if you wanted to be there on time, which meant taking your son along.

“Mama, do I really have to go? I’m so tired and I even got something called homework. Is about cutting this shapes and building a house with it.” sighs your son in defeat at the new concept of school life.

“It will be just a second, baby. Mama really needs this job, ok? I promise I will buy you something yummy to eat once we’re done.” he perks at the mention of food, he could never say no to that.

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The interview doesn’t go as well as you had hoped. They needed you for the night shift and the pay rate wasn’t even high enough to cover the fee of a babysitter, not really what you needed right now so you had to let it go.

Your son was now clutching onto your side like a leech, demanding your attention, “Mama can we go to that shop across the street?” he got his puppy eyes out, ready to beg and you were terrified that whatever he wanted to eat was out of your budget, but seemed to be an onigiri shop, that should be ok. You were so busy trying to remember how much money you had left in each card that you didn't even notice the name of said shop, your son now inspecting the menu display at the front in search for the promised treat. 

“Can I get two? I can’t decide what I want.” he was seriously torn, there were so many options, is this really just an onigiri shop? “Just one, baby.” it saddens you that you can’t say yes to everything he wants but the the sad reality is that you still need to find another job before next month or you’ll be in troubles and won’t be able to pay for his school.

Seiji runs inside the shop, still torn, he calls for the man in charge, “Excuse me sir, can you please explain to me the difference between the tuna-mayo and the tsuntsun tuna-mayo?” the man behind the counter chuckles at the cute question, quickly clearing his throat as to not insult the child and headed over to where he was to answer to all his concerns, “Sure, well you see the tsuntsun one has bits of corn inside and a special sauce mixed in with the mayo making it a little spicy, while the other one is just a regular-“ he stops in his tracks when he sees Seiji’s face. What’s going on? It’s like he is looking into a mirror but twenty years ago, wait no, taking a better look is not him, is Tsumu. Is this some kind of weird dream? Did he fall asleep while standing again?

That’s when you went inside the shop, looking for the card inside your purse to pay for the treat, “Baby did you choose already? We gotta go get that homework done.” the towel Osamu was holding onto has been now discarded somewhere on the floor, “(Y/N)…?” you hear your name being called and you raised your eyes from your purse, confused. The man standing behind the counter was staring at you with glossy eyes, just about ready to jump over the counter. He’s changed a bit over the years, but you could recognize him even with the lights out and your eyes closed. “Samu….?” time had stopped, all you could do was just stare at each other, tears threatening to come out.

Your son breaks the little bubble you guys just made by whining loudly, “Mama what do I do? The other one has corn! CORN! I need to try it too. Can I please have both? I promise I won’t ask for anything else in the entire week.” he really needs to try them both and is currently in need of a plan to get his mom get them for him. Or so he thought, when the onigiri man just grabbed one of each and puts them on a plate, walking over to one of the tables, “Guess what? You are our guest #100 of the day, meaning you get to eat all you want for free. Come here, just let me know if you want anything else. But the rules say is just for you, so you gotta eat here by yourself. Don’t worry, your mom can sit there at the counter.” he pointed to where he was standing before and Seiji looks up at you waiting for your approval before accepting the very tempting offer. “Go on, my love. I’ll watch over you from there, ok?” he nods, quickly climbing onto the seat.

Osamu then grabs your hand as gently as one can hold someone, pulling you over to the side, “(Y/N) oh my god, where have you been all this time? Is he who I think he is?” he keeps on looking at Seiji, stunned at how much he looks like himself and you just nod, “That’s your brother’s son, yes. I tried to tell you what was going on but you just disappeared on me.” you try not to resent him, but you’ve been thinking about how sad you were because of the fact of him not being there for your son today all day and even if you miss even the dirt under his nails, you put up your wall.

“I disappeared on you? (Y/N) don’t get me started. That bastard lied to me, threw my phone in the ocean and convinced me to take a year long internship in Okinawa just to keep me away from the situation.” he blurts out and even if the whole thing is not even the slightest bit funny, you both laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. “Of course he did.” is all you said, sitting on one of the stools near the counter, Osamu sitting beside you.

“No but seriously, why did you close all your social media? How was I supposed to find you if you leave your house, cut ties with your family and close all your accounts? I made Rin go personally and talk to all of our friends to see if anyone had seen you, but no-one had since that day you had the fight with Tsumu.” you sighed at the memory, you really didn’t want to face anyone during that time, all you wanted was for Atsumu to go back home or for Samu to pick up his phone. Not like any of your other ‘friends’ would care anyways. “You remember Karasuno?” he breaks your line of thought with a seemingly random question and you hum in response, “You mean that one school you guys played against during high school?” you were so confused right now, and he nods, “Well the captain of their team is now a cop, I contacted him, twice actually, to see if he could help me find you. But there was so little information I could give him, he just couldn’t.” that left you speechless for a good couple of minutes and he just remained quiet, checking on Seiji every now and then while you processed all he just said. “You tried to get the cops involved?” this really moved you and sent your heart to crash against some very dangerous waves. All this time you thought he had just abandoned you like Atsumu did, when in reality he was looking for you and you were stupid enough to not leave any traces. Osamu holds your hand, lacing his fingers with yours, something he used to do to try and calm you down, nodding to answer your question, but feeling his warmth makes the waterworks go loose, tears now springing out of your eyes hard, “I would never leave you, (Y/N).” he whispers and you know he means it.

Your son orders a couple more tsuntsun balls but Osamu gets him different types for him to try as recommendation, guaranteeing this was completely free and he could eat as much as he wanted. Since he didn’t hear you complain, he just continued eating happily unaware of your emotional state. 

Coming back to your side Osamu notices you stopped crying so he continues. “Can you believe he threw both of our phones into open ocean? Can I not look for dolphins without having my useless brother boycotting my entire life? Seriously, what did I do to deserve this. I should've killed him inside Ma’s uterus.” your imagination runs wild, making you giggle at the thought. Hearing you laugh still makes his insides turn.

“Well yes, I believe you. He can be a real ass when he wants to.” there was no doubt about that. Osamu keeps on looking over at Seiji curiously and you noticed this, “His name is Seiji, he’s five. I don’t tell him much about you two just because it’s always been really hard for me, but he is very smart he’s probably eyeing you already thinking of why you have his face.” Seiji looks up at this very moment glaring at you while stuffing his face with rice. “And boy, does he have your face, just look at him right now.” you can’t avoid chuckling at the sight, he really is adorable.

Osamu smiles at this, but it quickly tugs at his heart, you’ve had to raise a child on your own for such a long time and his irresponsible brother was having his best life, how was this fair? “(Y/N), does Tsumu know about him?” he knows his brother but honestly hopes he isn’t as stupid, “Yeah, well that’s why he left me. I told him I was pregnant, he didn’t believe it was his and just left.” Osamu’s breath hitches, he lied to him more than once, it seems. “He did WHAT? He told me you two had a fight because you cheated on him so he broke up with you. That is VERY different than what you are telling me right now. Of course you wouldn’t cheat on him that’s a ridiculous thought, unless it would have been with me of course, but I’m 100% sure that the kid isn’t mine, sadly.” you smile at the thought, you wish it was his, but you aren’t going to tell him that, not right now at least, so all you do is rest your head on his shoulder, looking at Seiji. “Yeah well he thought the baby wasn’t his, and left and I couldn’t find you in the nine months I stayed there so I decided to move here to Tokyo and have been here since then. Never been to this area before though, you have a nice shop. I’m proud of you.” you looked up at him, giving him a loving smile, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, I’m glad you like it. What were you doing here then?” he hands you a tuna-mayo onigiri, realizing you are probably as hungry as your son, grabbing one for himself as well and you eat it happily, a nostalgic feeling invading all your senses. “I applied for a job at the book store across the street so I had an interview for it just now.” you sigh, your shoulders deflating as you are suddenly reminded of your bad luck. 

“Didn’t get it I assume?” he picks a loose rice resting on your cheek and brought it over to his mouth, quickly switching to his normal self towards you, like if you were apart for six hours, not six years, “Nah-uh, he wanted me to take the night shift and I don’t have anyone to take care of Seiji so I couldn’t take it.” he hums in acknowledgement, getting distracted by the toddler now at his feet, poking his thigh.

He looked down smiling at the child, “Sir, are you my dad? You look like me and I saw you kissing my mom, so that's the only thing that makes sense.” he looks at him with a deadpan look on his face, not really bothered in the slightest, making Osamu choke on his rice, you weren’t lying, he really is smart. “There’s nothing I would like more in the universe than to be your dad, kid. But no, I’m your uncle. Now, if the ‘Seiji’s dad’ spot isn't taken, then maybe I should line up.” he looks back at you shooting you a small wink and you shake your head smiling, before picking your son up and bringing him to sit on your lap. He looks so silly when he winks, it’s hilarious. “Your dad has a twin brother, love. He looks just like you, doesn’t he?” you nuzzle his soft hair with your nose and Seiji can't get his eyes off of this new found uncle of his. They really have the same face, it’s weird.

“Mama, my homework thingie. I gotta start soon or I wont finish it. Uncle, sir, do you happen to have some glue?” he just met his long lost uncle and all he can think of is homework.

“I do not, nephew sir. But I can go to the convenience store real quick and get it for you. Can you watch the shop for me, (Y/N)? We still have a couple of hours till peak time, no one should come. I’ll be right back.” he says while jogging out of the shop but turning back in, “Wait, I just remembered Atsumu used to eat his glue when we were about Seiji’s age. Should I get him the stick one instead of the liquid one just in case?” memories of Atsumu stealing everyones glue and giving you sticky kisses just to make you squeal in disgust comes to mind and you can’t help but laugh at this, “Yeah, he does take after him in the weirdest of things so let's go for the stick.” you smile back at Osamu, pulling the homework binder out of your sons backpack.

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Osamu decided to close the shop early and help you both with the house building project. Your son wanting to build a dog house with this bunch of random shapes in prints, giving you a headache.

He got his phone out and looked for inspirational dog houses designs, and they went all in for hours, coloring and cutting the shapes given by the assignment to fit their design. Never would you have imagined a kindergarten homework would be as complex, of course, it wasn’t, they just made it complex because that’s how they are. Seiji wanted to have the best house, who knows maybe he’ll get an award! And Osamu can’t let other parents beat him, so they worked hard until both fell asleep on top of the table, a green heart glued to Osamu’s cheek and the back of an orange crayon poking dangerously close to your son’s mouth. You just had to take a picture of this, the cutest thing you’ve seen in forever.

You forgot lowering your phone’s volume before doing so though, the sound of the picture taken waking Osamu up from his slumber.

He looks at Seiji’s sleeping face right by his own and smiles, looking up at you while taking off his jacket and draping it around the child.

“(Y/N) so, I was thinking. Would you like to work here with me?” this startled you, the thought never crossing your mind. “Truth is, I fired the guy I had as part-time because he kept on eating everything secretly and was a nuisance, so now I have to work alone all day and it’s really hard to do everything at once. There wouldn’t be trust issues between us so you could take on the customers and I can focus in the kitchen. We’ve always made the best team, don’t think thats changed.” you can see the longing in his eyes as he waits for your reply, “Are you for real, Samu? That would be awesome! When would you need me here?” you were more excited to work with him than anything else but must still keep your cool, you can’t leave Seiji on his own so the schedule needs to fit in, that’s always been your problem. “Oh well I open at 10AM and close at 9PM. I would like to have you full time if possible.” he nods in thought, he’s been really struggling and if he wants to make changes to the menu, he needs time, and you helping him would be the best for his shop right now. “All day? I mean that’s fantastic, Samu! But what do I do with Seiji? He goes out of school at 3PM and its a bit far from here.” you walk in circles around the shop, trying to find a way to take this. “Hmmm they should have a school transport, no? They could just drop him here. I actually live here, on the second floor. We can get him settled there and he can chill and do his homework and stuff while we work. How does that sound? I can install a camera and you can check on him with your phone. Of course I’ll take you home at night and make sure you guys are safe.” he walks over to you, pulling you by your waist to stop you from circling his tables like a lion circling pray, pressing you against his chest and wrapping his arms around you lazily. “C’mon, let’s do this together (Y/N). Let’s help each other. We also have to catch up, its been way too long and I wanna spend more time with Seiji, he’s like the coolest kid alive.” you smile at his words, you always knew they would get along.

“Alright, let’s do this.” you look up at him, resting your hands on top of his over your tummy, and his heart soars at the familiarity of it all, he wonders if this is finally the chance he’s been waiting for all his life.

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[oliverorchard]

I drew this a while ago but I forgot I had a tumblr oops

More dad skk! They day they both met

[beangfrisky]

singledad!kuroo notices you running at the park every morning while he takes his little girl for a stroll. you always make sure to wave sweetly at his daughter as you pass by. he tries his best to be subtle when he turns around to check you out.

singledad!kuroo finally makes a move when he arrives early one day to find you stretching. he rolls the stroller near you and catches your eye. hand behind his head apologetically, he blames his daughter for being the one that wants to say hi.

singledad!kuroo lets you get back to your run after a few minutes of small talk. you offer to meet at the playground when you’re done. the smile on his face doesn’t fade until he sees you again an hour later. tries to hide how happy he is to finally talk to you but it’s so obvious

singledad!kuroo makes sure to pay for your ice cream when the truck just happens to stop by as you talk at the playground. he also makes sure to say ‘see you tomorrow’ and in his head adds ‘and every day after that’. he is so stoked to get to know the runner he’s been dreaming about

am i the queen of writing for single dads yet

atsumu sakusa iwaizumi osamu

oikawa

[osamusbigtits]

atsumu holding baby kanko for the first time and he's shaking and osamu is like "please don't drop my baby"

[fiendishpal]

1/2 forgive me, but can i vent a bit about my headcanons of single dad osamu? this comic w/ osaaka on balcony and non-existent fanfic gave me so many ideas! maybe masa’s mom will come back and she’s gonna be like ready be a mother now, and osamu will think he should cave in and let her take care of masa and atsumu will disagree w/ him (she might be a bit manipulative and stuff), and maybe she will be mean to keiji...

2/2 and he will feel like he needs to leave cause a child should have a mother and he is redundant (osaaka is still so fresh then) and masa will miss him so much and osamu too. but the kid is just confused, why this lady is a part of his life and akaashi is gone? just some angst before it gets better… love your art and ideas <3

OOOOOOHH DRAMA!!!!!!!!

thank you so much for sending this over!! it makes me so happy to know that even after all these years, that au would still be in someone's head even now!!!

i like the route and idea you took with masa's mom coming back into the picture!! i love a bit of drama before everything gets better hhahaah!

the mom could even come in at the worst time! let me set the scene:

in my head, that scene in the balcony would be akaashi and udai's last day in osaka before they go back to tokyo. right after osamu and akaashi's talk and having their feelings out in the open and having been intimate with each other, akaashi leaves and promises to come back after a few weeks. he promises to stay in touch.

and then a few days later, one night after osamu tucks masa into bed, the doorbell rings and surprise surprise! it's the mom!!! hahahah

and the dilemma is that.. osamu knows how he feels. knows what he wants, and the answer is keiji. but the mom's argument about having to think what it is masa needs that gave osamu pause.

but anyway! it all works out in the end!! haahahhah!

[emmyrosee]

you asked for angst and I hate angst but imma give you some bc I love you.

It is widely accepted that the Miya twins dad is not in the picture. Mama Miya is a single mom and is worshipped by her twin boys. They always prioritize taking care of her bc "she's got no one else but us". Which is great, its one of the reason why you feel in love with your man. But it becomes a hindrance when he starts missing out on things important to you. Esp when their mom didn't even need them there at that moment.

Could work for either Osamu or Atsumu.

I hate my brain.

LIT RALLY HAD A PIECE SIMILAR TO THIS IN THE WORKS BUT I GOT TOO SCARED TO POST IT ABDBEJSBEEI SO THIS IS NOW MY OUTLET 😯🫶🏻

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The moon is high in the sky when Osamu finally comes home, your hands buried in the sink as you wash dishes that have been sitting there far too long.

You’d asked osamu to do it, but he hasn’t even been home to look at them. A phone call from his mother took him straight from work to her house almost two hours away, leaving you to your own thoughts and feelings.

You adored Ms. Miya. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was your feeling of neglect brewing in your chest, with each time he leaves you with no regard for your needs.

“Hey Angel,” he hums as he finally crosses over the threshold, toeing off his shoes and tossing his keys on the hook. He says nothing when you merely grunt back, but he does make his way over for a kiss.

You return his kiss, despite your own desires to not, you just wanted to be close to him again, feel his hands cradling your body and relight the love in your soul.

“How was your night?”

“Quiet,” you sigh. “Just… cleaning up from dinner.”

“Shit, you made dinner?” At that moment, his stomach growls, “I was so busy at Ma’s I didn’t get the chance to eat. Do we have leftovers?”

You nod sadly, “yeah. Help yourself.”

“…everything okay?”

“Peachy.”

He clears his throat and picks up a plate from the strainer, “are you sure…? these used to have a design on them.”

You scrub harder.

“Talk to me, baby. I don’t like us keeping secrets from each other.”

“We don’t have secrets. If you can’t use your cognitive thinking skills as to why the person you’re going to marry is mad at you, that’s not my problem.”

“Is this about today?” He asks, voice dropping in defeat.

“Usually is.”

“Baby, you know I-“

The plate snaps under the force of your scrubbing, but you don’t focus on that, though osamu’s brows shoot up.

“Your mother needs you, your mother comes first, your mother asked you, your mother this, your mother that, I KNOW, OSAMU!” You bark, wet fists balled angrily and teeth gritted sharply. “I know the damn drill!”

He takes a step back and raises his hands in surrender, but his brows are furrowed in worry, “hey… it’s okay-“

“It’s not okay!” You yell. Your hands come up to grip your chest, “what about when I need you? Hmm? Where’s my turn to be selfish and need you-“

“My mother is not selfish,” he growls. His brows furrow, “you damn know that.”

You roll your eyes, “no, she’s not. But I want to be. I want to be the big important thing in your life for once, I want to be the thing you run to; I want to be the one you drop everything for.”

“You are, but she needed me today, atsumu couldn’t make it-“

“Yeah, what was the big emergency today, huh? Problem with the internet? Phone bill? Fridge cleaning?”

He doesn’t say anything; merely scratches the back of his head, looking at you with tired eyes as if you’d done this dance far too many times. Which you had- but that’s not your fault.

“Tell you what,” you begin, using your wet hand to grab the engagement ring from the edge of the sink and grab his hand to put it in, “when you can give me more than 4 hours out of the day, you can propose to me again.”

He grips your hand sharply, and for a moment it snaps you back to reality for what you were saying, how venomous and toxic your words were, and your jaw slacks softly, “I… didn’t mean that-“

“We are not going to be this couple,” he snarls. “We are not going to weaponize our engagement when we get into fights. Understand?”

“It just came out-“

“Then keep it in. Do not question my love for you in such a meaningless fight. Do not give me the ring that I decided to give you back, sheerly because you’re mad at me. We’re not going to be a couple that threatens our love from each other. You know better than that.”

The room is silent, the only noise coming from the creaks of the house and osamu doesn’t let go of your hand. His eyes are firm but they shine with betrayal, and his Adams Apple bobs as he swallows thickly.

You sniffle under his intense gaze, “all I wanted was for you to come home,” you whimper. “I got a promotion at work. I cooked dinner, I bought a cake, I-I-I just wanted you to show up.” Your bottom lip wobbles as he simply nods at your words, encouraging you to speak up more if you need to. “I hate sharing you all the time. I want to be selfish and have you come home to me, and not have to wonder about when or if you’re going to come home because of how far away she lives.” He lets go of your hand to wipe a stream of tears that dribble from your eye.

“I just miss you, ‘samu…”

He takes a deep inhale in before pulling you in for a hug, cradling you close and letting you cry in his chest. “Thank you, for being honest,” he says softly, kissing your head. “It must be frustrating to have to share my attention, especially when you have something important to tell me.” He lets you cry it out for a few minutes, before squeezing you closer, “but you have to communicate with me. You have to tell me if you’re feeling neglected. I can’t be here if I don’t know, baby.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m sure you wanted to surprise me today, and I’m sorry that fell through.”

You nod in his chest, relishing in the smell of rice and cologne, mewling and squeezing him tighter.

“How about we take tomorrow off?” He hums, pulling back to cradle your cheek in his big hand. “We can celebrate your promotion, and be together, yeah?”

“W-What about the shop?” You whimper. “That’s more important-“

“No.” He pulls back and looks down firmly. “Don’t finish that sentence. The shop will be plenty fine for one day.” He smiles softly, “after all. Need to celebrate my baby’s big break.”

You give him a watery laugh before inching to be closer to him again, more than anything just glad to be in his vicinity after so long.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” you whispered.

“Hmm… what was that?” He asks, cheekily.

Brat.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” you repeat, this time with some giggles.

“One more time?”

“Osamu!”

He snickers and places a kiss on top of your head, “I’m so sorry I was busy with Ma all day. I didn’t think it would take that long.”

“What did she need?”

“Eh, she needed her oil changed and god knows atsumu’s not going to do that.”

You laugh against his chest and nod, “he’d never risk messing up his hair like that.”

“Never.”

[heich0e]

I wanna know more about Samu Babe and Li’l Miya 😭

samu n babe get married!! little miya is overjoyed (obviously) and gets to be the ring bearer AND flowerboy. before you and samu kiss at the end of the ceremony you each lean in and kiss one of little miyas cheekies <3

tsumu (uncle papa, who eventually starts being called uncle tsumie as little grows up a bit n realizes he can't keep calling him that forever) eventually has kids and they all call you auntie babe. everyone calls you babe, really. even mama miya can't help but pick up the nickname!!

[reallyromealone]

Since requests are open I hope you mine too much it I put this in sorry, if so could i get Dazai x jessica rabbit male reader where Dazai is like his "roger rabbit" uninterested in others who flock to him for nothing but their looks and absolutely adoring towards Dazai, tall as fuck and sexy feminine that is intimidating?

Title:

Fandom: bungou stray dogs

Pairing: dazai x male reader

Type: fluff

Warnings: reader has a body type

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

(Name) had his target set as he strutted through the street, anyone and everyone stopping to see such a beauty that had everything in the right places, a gaze that could melt the strongest of man into putty.

And it could, people swarming him for his attention but (name) didn't even give them a glance as he continued his mission to find his silly little husband.

"(Naaaame)~!" The handsome man waved, the crowd looking confused at the bandaged man who wandered towards (name) "took you long enough~" the crowd looked agape as the brunet took (name)s hand"excuse me--" someone tried to speak up but the cold expression (name) gave shut them up fast as he let himself be led off by Dazai.

"Whose that?" Atsushi asked Kunikida who sighed "that is (name) Dazai... His husband" the white haired man looked at the pretty man terrified but also facinated as he had Dazai in his palms like putty. It was fascinating to see someone as sophisticated and suave as (name) and dazai who kept making shitty jokes and surprisingly (name) laughed at them, his laugh warm and inviting and perfect.

"Now come Osamu..." (Name) smiled down at his husband, Atsushi now realizing how tall (name) was, a staggering 6'4" compared to dazai who was just shy of 6', he could have anyone yet he chose a suicidal man with a horrible sense of humor.

Loving him despite everything about him.

(Name) hugged and doted on dazai, the former mobster looking smug as hell when he caught gazes of (name)s envious fans.

"So how did you two meet?" Atsushi asked curiously and (name) smiled "I was a singer at a night club, we were just teens but my dad-- the club owner-- thought my voice would be great business... And that's how I met him, he was visiting with some friends..." It was actually for a drug trade but they didn't need to know that tiny detail "you sing?" Kunikida didn't even know this information and (name) smiled as he played with dazais hair "he's the best singer" dazai said smugly as his hand gently caressed (name)s side, the four going into a diner.

"Hi~ can I get your order?" The waitress asked with a flirty grin, (name)s sweet grin to Dazai morphs into a passive look, he never cared for people who flirted with him unless it was his husband "(drink) and what do you want starlight?" (Name) asked dazai who if looks could kill, both him and the waitress would have murdered each other fast.

"I'll just steal from yours~"

(Name) glanced at the waitress and with a civil smile he speaks once more and despite the coldness in his tone, the waitress swoons once more.

Dazai felt for his husband, (name) was never seen for more than his looks by many and it got frustrating, dazai won his heart in his own dazai way.

Shitty pick up lines.

"That's how he got you?" Atsushi and Kunikida were unimpressed as (name) beamed, his beauty making the other patrons swoon "he's the only one who tried to make me laugh, not get in my pants"

The dates he took him on weren't fancy romantic ones but cute dates, once at a cat cafe and another where dazai attempted to make a romantic meal, ending with take out and Dazai sleeping in (name)s shirt.

"You two are weird"

"At least we aren't single ~"

[miyazas]

ATTRACTIVE THINGS ABOUT THE MIYA TWINS — FT.HAIKYUU

MIYA OSAMU ༢

˚✦⊹ Ohmigosh his hands are to die for— he’s played volleyball his entire childhood and now he spends his time making little foods—mhm he definitely has those rough hands but he’s so precise and gentle with them.

˚✦⊹ idc what anyone says ‘Samu is the mean twin, yea Atsumu is loud and yells at ppl but Osamu will stare anyone down and judge their entire being while they sit there and sweat buckets.

˚✦⊹ He has the biggest rbf, everyone thinks he hates them(which he does) and it’s sooo attractive when he just leans on the wall in the background just glaring at anyone who will meet his stare.

˚✦⊹ SUCH A FREAKING HIMBO—he doesn’t have a single clue about life outside of cooking and sports.

˚✦⊹ subtly flexes, he doesn’t shout it out to the world but he just alludes ‘I have myself and my life together’—yes he’s wearing a beat up shirt and jeans but that watch he has on is custom made, and his card clinks when it hit the ground.

˚✦⊹ pudgy hmmmm when he gets older he has the hottest dad bod a man could have—his stomach all pudgy but you can still see the muscles on his arms and he still carry’s all the rice crates into storage without breaking a sweat.

˚✦⊹ mature man who knows what he wants but also knows how to compromise and make everyone satisfied.

MIYA ATSUMU ༢

˚✦⊹wears the baggest sweatpants known to man kind ‘cus he knows his fans go crazy when he post pictures on social media and his pants look like they’re about to fall off.

˚✦⊹ HAPPY TRAIL AHAHHA— he has the hairiest happy trail and in highschool he used to shave it off ‘cus he was insecure, but now he wears it with pride ‘cus he knows he look’s hot as shit with low hanging pants and a hairy trail running down.

˚✦⊹ cries— like he tears up over everything and it’s so attractive knowing a man is comfortable with himself and his masculinity that he allows himself so cry without being ashamed.

˚✦⊹ HE NEEDS EVERYTHING TO BE HIS WAY OR NO WAY— he and Osamu were only children so they were spoiled, they get everything they want.

˚✦⊹ when he isn’t at practice he swear glasses around the house and he looks so pretty with his big eyes behind lenses.

˚✦⊹ vv attentive and in sync with others around him, he may come if as immature but he’s only doing what he needs to blends in—he tries to be what the people around him need him to be and if that’s a immature volleyball player then so be it.

˚✦⊹ I think he’s secretly super smart, he knows things that a lot of others don’t and he got super good grades in school, he’s very educated in mathematics(he just seems like the type to solve the question in his head in .2 seconds.) AND he knows the most random facts (he’s a trivia god).

˚✦⊹ knows what he wants in life and isn’t afraid to get it— he doesn’t care what anyone thinks about him or his ways.

[tojifile]

Hallo

I really like your work, can I get the angst where s/o Dazai wants to ask to break up because Dazai always plays with other women, and Dazai tries to maintain their relationship

Thank you 🥰

@Dazai Osamu . . . ( ﾉ´ヮ`) ﾉ

Tags: ada!dazai, f!reader, established relationship, angst, suggestive, cursing, gaslighting, yandere themes if you squint, possessive and obsessive dad—Dazai, hypocrite Dazai, anxiety, drabble, happy ending ?

A/N: Hello Anon! I don’t understand a part of your request, I’m sorry if this isn’t what you intended. I took it as Dazai wants to break up because he thinks reader isn’t “the one” but he still acts like nothing happened between them at work. (??) But I think reader wanting to break up makes more sense, I’m not really sure what to follow so I’m going to use reader wnats to break up because that makes more sense, considering you said Dazai tries to “maintain their relationship”

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Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer – 💋

“Let’s break up,” you said in a nonchalant tone. “What?” Was all the response you got, “Let’s break up.” You repeated without giving him a glance.

You and Dazai were sitting on opposite ends of his couch as you watched a movie. Usually people meant something different when saying “Netflix and chill” but you weren’t about to let this scenario escalate. Especially not after you saw him flirting with a client. That was your last straw.

Dazai immediately sat up and paused the movie you were watching. No one was actually paying attention to it anyways. You finally faced him, you knew he wanted you to explain, so you gave in and spoke first. “I don’t like being treated like another one of your options, Dazai.”

Ouch! She said ‘ Dazai ’ he thought to himself. He went up to you with a soft sigh, picking you up like a child that needed to be calmed down. “Darling.. where is all of this coming from?”

And just like that, you started to tear up. His words, his tone, his affection. You just keep coming back to him, even when you know he isn’t loyal to you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you. “Shh.. stop crying princess.” He spoke softly. You then look up at him with teary and puffy eyes, a red nose, and a small frown.

He chuckled at your disheveled appearance. Oh how he loved playing with your feelings, knowing you’ll come back. After all, he chose you to play with.

Fuck, he didn’t even have to explain. He just had to baby you and that was that. You were his again. It was frustrating but you came back every single time.

“‘Samu-kun!” You whined, choking slightly at the end due to your tears. There it was, you said the cute little nickname you’d call him. He found you so adorable when you were jealous and crying.

He kissed your lips, sucking on the lower lip that was chapped and bleeding from your anxiety. You tried to push him off weakly, knowing you wanted to stay. “‘Samu-kun..” you whined in a defeated tone as he pulled away.

“Come now darling, I’ll prove to you that you’re the only woman I want.” He said as he walked to his room with you still in his arms. It wasn’t long before you were a babbling mess under him. There was no way Dazai Osamu was going to let you leave him. You were his favorite plaything!

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