WARNING ⚠️ this chapter contains heavy
jj maybank simpery❗️preceed with caution
because holy DAMN is that man hot.
no, on a real note, there is outer banks
mentions in this chapter, so im real
sorry if u dont get it! 😖
SUNDAY
10 PM
oh, sitting on the small couch between the two, lively miya twins? it was a stifling experience, to say the least. what with the blond on your right and his brother on the left- you could hear their every intake of breath and bickers, see all their glares or wordless looks they shot each other, and feel their thick thighs rubbing against you.
scratch that.
they weren't thick.
they were thicc.
luckily, you were now wearing sweatpants and a bra in addition to your shirt and panties. just before mom left, you changed before the twins could fully see you in the vulnerable state you were in. but still, you were a bit nervous about it all.
every time their shoulders brushed against you, and you felt atsumu tugging the blanket towards himself, hogging it up, you'd hear osamu suddenly gripe from beside you, the inconsistent light of the tv lighting up his face-
"tsumu! quit hogging up the damn blanket!"
"hmph, idiot, yer the one who
keeps yanking it to yer side!"
"cuz you can't seem to share!"
they silently fume at each other as you stare awkwardly at the television, in which plays the new season of outer banks. you were really excited to watch the newest episodes, but it proved to be rather difficult...
"g-guys, i can sit on the carpet so
you have more blanket if you wan-"
"-no." they both say in unison. you purse your plump lips together, nodding hesitantly to show acknowledgment.
you hold the bowl of popcorn in your lap, finger pads gripping the cold plastic so tightly that they're paling. you swallow thickly, choosing to concentrate on the screen before you. then, jj suddenly came into view, and you couldn't help but internally gush at how fine the man was. like damn.
and the thing was- you weren't even usually into blonds. but jj maybank? jj maybank did something to you. something that made your heart feel wobbly and your mouth form into an adoring smile.
something that the twins took notice of.
so, naturally, atsumu is the first one to make a playful jab at you, nudging your elbow. "damn, y/n, and here i was, really startin' to think that you were emotionless."
you snap out of your lovey daze, but your eyes stay glued to the fine piece of man on the screen. you hum in a nervous confusion, "haha... w...what do you mean?"
osamu replies to you, grey eyes analyzing your form while he grabs a handful of popcorn and slowly begins eating it, speaking in between bites. "what does he mean?" he reaffirms, and you belatedly nod, mind somewhere else. mind on jj.
"...means that jj maybank seems
to have caught your eye, is all."
"oh." you exhale, blinking owlishly, slowly comprehending what he was suggesting. you nibble on your bottom lip, face growing warm.
"i just think he's cool." and damn right you did.
"yeah, i can tell."
you smile in response.
and then it's silent for a good while, maybe fifteen minutes or so, and surprisingly, the miya twins seemed to have calmed down a bit.
when the episode ends, osamu turns to you before you can even finish swallowing a bite of popcorn. "say, y/n..."
you give him your full attention, smiling, voice soft-
"yeah?"
"me and tsumu's dad... he really likes yer mom." he tells you, tone serious yet innocuous. you're reluctant, but you nod. "my mom really likes your dad, too."
a warm hand- atsumu's hand- is suddenly weighing on your shoulder, urging you to turn around and face him with sparkly, doe eyes; skin shining faintly in the artificial light of the television. his eyes avert when you meet them.
"but..." he starts, voice hesitant.
"thing is...."
with every word, your heart beats faster, atmosphere undeniably thick and stuffy. he looks back to you, fingers twitching in the fabric of your shirt, face red and eyebrows furrowing. you resist the urge to disappear inside the cushions of the couch.
"me and samu don't exactly wanna
be your siblings... ya know?"
his ambiguous words almost stung when they made it past your ears and to your soul; your lips quivering and then falling agape, and then closing altogether. i mean, you certainly couldn't blame him for feeling that way- but then... does that mean that he and osamu don't like you? do they think you're weird- already regretting having to come sit on the couch beside you and watch your shows with you? but they seemed so nice the whole entire time!! osamu even called you sweetheart❕sure, they may have teased you a bit, but it was all just harmless banter, right?!
oh no... oh no...! did they think you were-
"hey," osamu says again, voice soft and thoughtful as he whacks his brother's hand off you. "tsumu's a big idiot, he didn't mean it that way." his twin scowls at him, but nonetheless, is glad that he's clarifying things.
"what he meant is that, we don't wanna be your siblings because it would be kinda... awkward? ...mean, we've already made one too many sex jokes in your presence to be comfortable with calling ya lil sis, ya know?" he chuckles, and you can't help but to shyly giggle in response, nodding fervently. "yeah, i get it!" you smile.
"buuuuut," the blond starts, "that doesn't mean we shouldn't hang out after our parents break up." he grins, his innuendo, quite frankly, flying right over your head. but then osamu starts talking again, quickly cutting off any of his brother's afterthoughts.
"hold on, tsumu, we can't just make
them... fall out of love, ya big idiot."
"oh, yes we can, samu."
the darker-haired twin stares at him with a quirked eyebrow, confused and already disappointed with what he's about to hear.
"you'd be surprised at what i can accomplish. i say we pretend to hate each other's guts, then they'll decide that they cant get married. and therefore, we can't be siblings. sounds easy enough, right?" he smirks, brown eyes gauging your and samu's reactions. your gaze slowly shifts to the grey-haired boy, not knowing if that was exactly a good idea or not.
"oh, shut yer trap for once, ya selfish prick.
besides, that's a pretty crappy move, don'tcha think?"
"i think you being born was a crappy move, samu. always gotta be bitchin' about one thing or another. how bout you lay off for once?"
"..." evidently, osamu, already short-tempered to begin with, is really starting to lose his patience with his numskull of a brother. he bristles with anger, jaw clenching as he ponders whether or not he should wreck the crap out of his brother right in front of you. i mean, that certainly would be an entertaining show, shocking for you- but nevertheless, entertaining. he grins,
"sure, tsumu, i'll lay off. but i think it'd suck to ruin him and keiko just cuz you gotta thing for her daughter. because ya do, don't you?"
atsumu's face pales.
it was pretty silent after that; atsumu going deathly quiet as you sat there with wide eyes and an all but calm countenance. you were trying to keep your composure, you really were, but for crap's sake- osamu may have just exposed his damn brother right in front of you!
now, despite osamu's previous insults, he coincidentally, felt somewhat guilty for what he said to his brother. it'd surely take a couple of days until atsumu forgave him.
if he ever did, that is.
you kept on telling yourself that it was just brothers being brothers, doing anything and everything they could to get at each other; to win their little banters and bickers. it was easy to believe that. convenient.
and when your parents came back, and the boys had to leave, osamu haphazardly stuttered out that he and tsumu were just messin' around, and to forget everything that happened.
so now, lying in your bed and staring at the ceiling, knowing school will force you to wake up early tomorrow morning, you pull your rilakkuma plush closer to you, deciding to do just that.
an; 😮💨
btw, i made the apocalypse x haikyuu fic!!
im really excited for that one, have dope
ideas in store for it, but itll be a slowburn.
anyways, i cant be the only one who
loves jj, right? 😳