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Emmy Rose ~ 24 years ~ Miya Osamu’s wifey 💜

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so i’m watching ATLA for the first time

lock in kiddies

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“do you think we’re crazy?”

“i mean yeah.”

osamu doesn’t laugh. he doesn’t send you a look. he continues to dry the dinner dishes you pass him, head cast down, not wanting to catch your eyes. he’s holding back, not wanting to let you in his thoughts.

he has that habit, deeming his feelings not as important as keeping the peace. it breaks your heart.

you pause your dish washing and turn to him, the baby bump swelling your tummy brushing against him slightly. he can’t help but flash the stretched muscles a smile, but the look of uncertainty falls back on his face. you tip your head and reach up to gently sweep a lock of his dark locks out of his face, “my love?” he angles just barely into your touch, but his eyes still refuse to meet yours. you sigh, “let me in, honey…”

he offers you a shrug, “i mean… we’re so close to our second restaurant. i’m gonna be traveling so much… i’ll never be home, it’s not like i’ll ever see the baby- fuck, i’ll barely see you, how are you gonna stay with me?”

“baby-“

“oh god, i’m gonna be the worst dad and the worst husband, fuck that’s like, the two worst things to suck at.”

“osamu-“

“will she even remember me? and god, what if atsumu comes by, she’s gonna not recognize me-“

you gently grip his chin in your fingers, smooshing his cheeks gently. his lips are pursed out, and you’re sure to rise on your tiptoes to kiss him. at the press of your stomach against him, his big hands cradling the baby bump. you smile easily, “there’s not a doubt in my entire mind that what we’re doing isn’t the right thing. there’s not a second where i question what we’re doing, let alone who i’m doing it with.”

that, finally, makes his eyes flick to meet yours. you gently cradle his cheeks in your hands, thumbs gently running along his cheeks to soothe him deeper. “you are the love of my life. and you are going to do amazing things, osamu. and our baby is going to look at you like you hung the stars in the sky, because you’re going to be an incredible father.” when he shyly looks away, you’re quick to catch his eyes again, “she’s going to look at you how i look at you, osamu.”

his eyes are shiny with adoration, but his cheeks curl into a cheesy miya smirk, “you lookin’ at me?”

you beam up at him, “i’m always looking at you. my best days start when i see your drool on your pillow.”

“i do not drool.”

you cock a brow. “yes you do.”

“i do not!”

“you do.” you kiss his jutted out bottom lip. “but i don’t mind.

“not when it’s you.”

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did i work at all today?

no.

did i write an osamu x pregnant wife fic based on an episode of bobs burgers i haven’t actually seen full through?

yeah.

and that’s almost as good

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there’s a small crash that comes from tsumiki’s bedroom, one that has toji’s head immediately whipping from the cleansing of dishes after a dinner you’d graciously cooked for him and his kids- he told you not to worry about it. you promptly told him to “shaddup.”

dropping the plates out of his hands, he immediately flies down the hall to the small girl’s room, adrenaline pumping through his veins hard enough to block out the laughter that follows with the crash.

he slips on the stupid runner in the hallway- he’ll never call it stupid to your face but it would be nice if it would stop tripping him at night- before cartoonishly letting his legs flail out for more speed, finally arriving at the open door of his child’s room.

where you are.

where you’re plopped on your knees in the center of the room with a wide grin on your cheeks. you’ve got a pillow encased in your two fists to provide a more controlled swing, allowing you to be more gentle in your pillowed-swats against them. tsumiki, however, swings the pillow with the force of excitement, sending you tipping back before coming back straight. megumi, to toji’s absolute shock, is in on the fun too, one of tsumiki’s unicorn plushies prodding its horn against your ribs. in response, you jerk and collapse to the side, sticking out your tongue briefly in theatrics before coming up straight while his kids howl with laughter.

laughter toji hasn’t heard from them in a long time, from their tummies that has the two kids clutching their sides in amusement.

there’s a tightness in toji’s throat as he watches you all, a smile of relief on his face as you, naturally, easily, fit like a puzzle piece with his two kids, almost as if you’ve been there the whole time. he’s never seen his kids open up so smoothly.

he’s never seen megumi break out of his shell.

he’s snapped out of his thoughts as you suddenly let out a dramatic roar, arms darting out to scoop megumi in them. you pin him to your chest, tsumiki immediately gasping and offering her brother a squealy “i’ll save you!” before throwing her pillow to the side and running towards you- only to be scooped up by you as well. you noisily pretend to bite their cheeks, occasionally blowing a raspberry against them to make them squeal and giggle at the strange feeling.

“daddy, help!”

immediately, you pause, head whipping up to toji and eyes wide, caught red handed. you look worried, almost, as if roughhousing with his kids is going to be far off limits. you clear your throat and let them go, “i think it’s time for bed, kids.”

they whine out. you swallow thickly as toji sighs, as realistic as ever to make your heart race. you slowly stand up, and the two kids watch as you go from monster to timid just under the beady eyes of toji. “i was just…”

his head tips mockingly as he listens to you stammer a silly excuse about how they weren’t tired and you simply were trying to help them out. he pretends to care, but it doesn’t last long before a small smile on his cheeks. you gasp at the realization that he’s being dramatic on purpose, immediately running up to him and shoving his chest, “you’re so mean!”

“i’ll show you mean,” he snickers, big arms immediately wrapping around you. you shriek as you’re swiftly manhandled over his shoulder, fists banging into his back while his arms pin your legs. he snaps his fingers at his two kids, “bed. c’mon, you tiny terrors.”

“okay daddy,” comes their reply, but there’s no pout in their face as they swiftly climb into their beds, giggling softly as you laugh and struggle in toji’s grasp.

he tells them both good night from the door frame, waiting for them to wish you both a good night as well, before closing the wooden door of their bedroom nice and tight and making his way down the hall.

not before drilling his free fingers into the back of your thigh to make you shriek with laughter.

laughter that soon follows megumi’s and tsumiki’s from the other side of the door.

and toji makes a note that he could get used to this as he brings your flailing body down the hall.

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writing another toji fic with you and da little ones

i want toji’s pov

i want my pov

emmy button 🫪

Voting ended onJul 22

kinda like the one where yall went on a date, that universe

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COMING TONIGHT RAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

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writing another toji fic with you and da little ones

i want toji’s pov

i want my pov

emmy button 🫪

Voting ended onJul 22

kinda like the one where yall went on a date, that universe

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thinking about the flurry of emotes that scroll rapidly through the twitch chat when your head slowly pops in from the side, swaddled in a blanket and gazing sleepily at kenma. feeling your presence, his eyes flick up to meet yours in the monitor, pupils dilating before softening with adoration. “sneaking in?” he coos, immediately pausing the game and spinning his chair towards you.

you nod softly, planting yourself in front of him. his features are carved in the hue of blue light, a small, enamored smile curling across his lips as his head tips back against the headrest. “what’s up?”

your features are scrunched in a furrowed pout, lips jutted out so cutely it makes kenma’s heart squeeze. you blink doey at him, lashes batting quickly against your cheeks as if to convey a message to him.

thankfully, he’s fluent in how to love you.

“okay. you want something.”

you nod. he grins.

bac0nb1t3ater detective kodzuken on the case

sakurakisses04 he’s so in love

cozysocksforme disgusting (i’m single)

kenma swivels back and forth in his chair for a moment before looking back up at you, “okay. do you want to tell me off stream or guess in front of the people for public humiliation?”

your lip quirks in a smirk that you don’t even bother to try and smother. he laughs.

i_b_flossin public humiliation of course

redbeanqueen he’s lit rally just their jester and good for them

that0nehamster do u do parties kodzuken?

“have you eaten in the four hours i’ve been in here?”

you look away. he snickers.

retriever_red_rover HES ZEROING IN

violet_ur_violet AND MEN SHOULD TAKE NOTES

flowersniffer i also think mind reading is bare minimum

“do you want me to feed you?” he asks.

your head shakes. his tips in intrigue.

rosepetalsandsunflowerseeds CLOWN CLOWN

mmmmgravy if he gets another one wrong they get to break his finger it’s the rules

“i’m starved for your attention,” you whine. his eyes roll into his head while you struggle to hide your laughter.

“okay, but you should actually probably eat,” he reminds you. “do you want me to make you something?”

“no, i want to watch you play,” you say, “attention starved, remember?”

with a grin, he gently pushes his chair out further, allowing you to climb into his lap. he watches fondly as you fold yourself across his lap, your back rounding to accommodate your adult frame. his arm wraps around you before scooting back to the desk, free hand grabbing the controller to loop his arms around you.

“what’re we playing?” he asks, saving the game he’s on before going back to his game catalogue, allowing you to browse his library.

you mewl and burrow into his neck, taking a sweet inhale of his warm skin, “stardew valley.”

“you just want to see your wife,” he teases.

“and what of it?”

and as if nothing happened, the stream continued, just with a few more kisses than expected.

not that either of you would complain.

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i miss three things right now: my girlfriend, my dog, and yukimiya kenyu

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i couldn’t write at all for the past three days and oh my god it stressed me out

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gf and i played 20 questions and i was shocked that i was wrong

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pain. agony even.

-

“a-ah!”

“don’t be dramatic.”

“be gentle!”

your whimper comes out tense, a throaty wail slipping past your teeth as the chilly aloe is spread across your hot back, the burn of contact making your body reel away from rin’s touch. you cry out, legs tightening into a curl as you try and buck him off his straddled position over your waist.

“didn’t i tell you to put damn sunscreen on before you went into the stupid water?” he hisses, big palms spreading the gel across your extremely scorched skin. "because if i'm not mistaken, i did in fact tell you this."

"you didn't offer," you pout.

"didn't think i needed to," he grumbles. "now stay still, pest." under his breath, you hear him grumbling something about “idiot” and “it’s dangerous.”

you bury your face back into your folded arms, huffing and whining when he presses a little too firm on extra tender areas. your brows furrow, your nose scrunches, your muscles quiver, but you do your best to stay still and let him rub the gel across your skin. he says nothing, he usually doesn't during moments of worry, mind muddled with thoughts of concern that plague his mind and rattle his nerves. he'll never express these thoughts, letting them linger in his head until you reassure him.

you sigh softly before turning your head, peeking at your stoic boyfriend in your peripheral. at the feeling of your eyes on him, his own flick to you briefly, "what?"

"thank you for taking care of me, rin-rinnie," you whisper.

“clearly you don’t know how to take care of yourself, so someone has to,” he answers. however he comes across, you can see it in his face that your words relax him, a relief making his shoulder slouch with peace. his touch even lightens, the now warm aloe making your head lay back down, and your eyes flutter shut in peace, knowing youre safe under the palms of your lover.

you feel the waistband of your shorts get pulled to the side, and you smile softly as the one and only rin itoshi starts to snicker. you give him another look over your shoulder, this time smiling softly, “what?”

“ridiculous damn tan line,” he snickers, a thin finger tracing over the sun-kissed skin and the band that’s branded into your flesh. “is this how the whole summer is going to be?”

“mmm,” you hum. “i can make that happen.”

“don’t you dare.”

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n e ways WHO WANTS SOME RIN ITOSHI FLUFF 🥳

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TODAYYYYYYY TODAY TODAY TODAYYYY

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i have a proposition for you :3

you get the same piece for (potentially) 3 different characters :3

YESPL E ASE

that’s okay!!

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Voting ended onJul 4

(for context, the pieces would have different kind of endings, but the characters would include sakusa, suna and mAYBE MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE MAYBE DONT HOLD ME TO NOTHING DONT EXPECT ANYTHING caleb)

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oh my god your writing + lads…..i’m literally weeping, emmy PLEASE we still have caleb it’s okay you can still play you can still write for caleb emmy, emmy listen let’s not make any hasty decisions emmy let’s really think

I LITERALLY WAS SO EXCITED TO START PLAYING BUT I FEEL THE WATER IS A LIL HOT RIGHT NOW IDK HOW KINDLY THE FANDOM WILL TAKE TO ME RN😬😬😬

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am i going through an absolute cataclysmic breakdown in my life? yes

did i in fact start a fic with caleb and valko when i was spiraling last night? yes

did i also have a dream about beel and reo last night while i was coming down from a h**h? also yes

a lot of things can be true at once, friends

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n e ways WHO WANTS SOME RIN ITOSHI FLUFF 🥳