Atsumu And Osamu

Remake of my old Destiel fanart from 2010. 15 years apart I still love these two (and still hate my art). Some things never change. 💚💙

Day ruined. I hate it here.

Wonho is an inspiration - for Atsumu too 🥰

Well..

Pairing: Osamu x f!reader

WC: 12.7k oof

Tags/tw: light angst, happy ending, infidelity (by reader), mirror sex, manipulation, 5 minor (non hq) character deaths[illness, poison, and brute force], assault/mob typical violence

A/N: This is my contribution to the Church of Meian’s Mayfia Collab! The masterlist can be found here. My first of hopefully many submissions to this server <3 Thank you to @meiansmistress​ for being my wonderful beta, everything you touch turns to magic I swear.

“‘Samu, what'cha thinking 'bout?” You throw your arms around his waist where he stands on the rooftop, gazing out over the town. The setting sun bleeds pinks and yellows over his skin, lighting him up in a way that makes him seem warmer.

“Nothin’, angel.” He turns to look at you, dark eyes content but filled with an odd distance that makes your head tip to the side in curiosity.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, c'mere.” Osamu says, opening a spot for you to snuggle up under his arm, wrapping it around your waist and placing a warm kiss on your forehead.

He stays quiet, and while he usually is, it still feels different. Out of place. “You sure you’re okay, baby?” You press gently, wanting to make sure he’s not holding something in on your account. 

Osamu contemplates for a moment, eyes dark and thoughtful. “Ya ever wish ya had been dealt a better hand, that it might make life easier?”

Your face dawns with melancholy understanding. “Is it your mom again?”

“’S getting worse,” Osamu sighs heavily, his arm tightening around you as if he was subconsciously seeking comfort. “Every month she gets worse. Hospital bills are three months late 'n Dad’s starting to—” He breaks off with a frustrated groan, pulling you fully into his embrace. “I shouldn’t be worryin’ ya with this. Sorry baby, don’t mind it.”

“You know I want you to rely on me,” you reply, heart aching as you think about his family. Your boyfriend’s mother had gotten sick last year, and their family had never been well off. Mr. Miya had started pulling double shifts, sometimes working eighty hour weeks just to support both his sons and keep the household running. 

“I know angel, you don’t have any idea how much I appreciate ya. Ya hold me together. I just… I just wish I could help. My dad can’t keep this up, ’s gonna kill him. I dunno what to do.”

“I’ve always got you, baby.” You hold his eyes, the despairing look in his earthy hues really starting to leave a sinking feeling in your gut. “You know I’ll always be there for you, no matter what.”

Osamu tips your head up, his lips touching yours once gently, then twice. “God, I hope so.”

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pairing: atsumu miya x gn!reader

w/c: 1280+

warnings: self-hatred, crying, this may be triggering to those who undergo the same condition so please read with discretion. please let me know if i missed anything

genre: reverse hurt/comfort, friends to lovers type beat

summary: atsumu needs to know if there’s anyone out there who doesn’t hate him like himself. 

a/n: i know im not scheduled to post today but i wanted to have this out alr. kind of a shitpost but i like how it turned out. this is lowkey based on myself and my experiences with some family and friends. please message me if you ever need to talk, im here to listen. 

It was no secret to Atsumu that he wasn’t anyone’s favorite. 

It became clear to him when he was a child. All the kids wanted to play with Osamu or his cousins only wanted to play with Osamu and his little sister. Sometimes, the impatience his parents had for him seeped into the air and he could just feel it. Nothing even had to be said. The looks on their faces, the clicking of their tongues, he already knew. 

Well into his teenage years, not a single thing had changed. His parents showed a subtle favoritism to Osamu and his sister. He was never invited to anything but Osamu was. It broke him a little. Now that he was older, Atsumu could really see why. 

Osamu got better grades despite being in the same classes, could control his temper, knew when to speak and what to say, and was a promising athlete. Atsumu had a harder time learning, was very emotional, said the wrong things at the wrong times, and he was also promising but he wanted to be better than all of that. 

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Dark eyes meet under the sky The stars are out, we're alive in the night

Absolutely nothing to see here. Just a dad waiting for his kids to show up so they can go on a little hunt together.

Castiel with paper wings :) 🐦

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