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what are some of ur fav samu headcanons bae
WELL DONT MIND IF I TELL YOU-
Osamu pretty much likes every food on the planet, but when he finds the rare one that makes him sick, it’s absolutely hilarious watching him choke it down in a dish, or if you’ve made it, the way he picks around it childishly
He also hates horror movies, because when he was but a wee baby, his dad just so happened to be watching The Grudge with one of his friends; osamu was a wreck after, so much so even Tsumu was nice to him. When the season calls however, he can watch them.
He’s so big. SO big and bulky I’m so obsessed with him. Boy built so good I’m frothing at the teeth. He has to bend slightly under some doorframes and he grunts as he folds himself in cars. I’m gonna die. I love him. He’s so squishy god I’m gonna cry
I think he’s the menace in the relationship. HES the biter. HES the clingy one. HES the one who tries to climb into your skin, but he’s so cute and yummy that you’re more than happy to encourage it.
He’s a biter. Bitey boy. Feel free to read this here because this is an actual interaction between you, he told me himself. He just likes to bite you up and get all the little cute aggression out.
Osamu loves to sleep. He’s so tired, let the poor boy sleep. He could sleep for hours straight if his own body alarm would let him, but every now and again, he lets his internal alarm stay off and he just. Sleeps. On his pretty tummy, hair a mess and cheeks a lil flushed from the warmth of sleep.
He smells so good it hurts. I feel like he does splurge on cologne and soaps because when he has a conference or gala, he just wants to be so lush and bold that a nice Tom Ford Ombré Leather does just the trick. He also just. Doesn’t want to smell like food, and he just does what he can to smell sweet and clean.
I just.
JDBDISNSOSNSOD.
#osamu miya#osamu miya x reader#miya osamu x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!!#he wants me so bad#emmy you’ve done it again#I love ur work thank u for the content GUH#emmyrose
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My Lovers, as seasons
Have some thoughts
I’m on my high horse and fall makes me romantic and I’m thinking about the men I simp for and simply????? When am I not lol every lover is for every season but I hyperfixate on them the most during these times of the year.
Summer is for Bokuto Koutarou. That big bright smile and high energy is for the sunshine and the beach and hikes and experiencing warmth. For going out and exhausting yourself after a full day of excitement and fun and joy. He is literal sunshine (maybe tied with the sun himself Hinata Shouyou) and it’s impossible to not feel warm and loved by his gaze alone. In the intensity of summer days and the long summer nights; the deepest conversations are born out of summer. And Bokuto is there for all of it. When you’re with your friends and the fireflies are twinkling in and out, he’s there. When you’re sitting by the beach campfire sharing secrets and stories, he’s the one whose lap you’re pulled onto. His big arms caging you close to his chest. When you’re by the dock on the lake, staring into the night sky, you’re teaching him the constellations. He’s so tender in the summer, moving fast and slowing down. He wants to experience it all with you.
(See also: Gojo Satoru, Hinata Shouyou, Kirishima Eijirou, Miya Atsumu, Rengoku Kyoujurou, Daichi Sawamura)
Fall is for Nanami Kento. The leaves slowly changing is for the man who wants to slow down. The soft romantic atmosphere is for the steady lover. As fall comes in and says hello, so does he as he anchors himself into your reality, grounding you and bringing you warmth in the autumn chill. Scarves and boots and turtle necks are for him and him alone. Apple orchards, pumpkin patches, harvest festivals - you’re taking him to all of it. And he is joyfully, happily, easily loving you in all of it. Nanami just wants to take life easy, and fall is the easiest season, arguably. Nature is taking her sweet time cooling down from the hot summer intensity. He wants to see you among the changing leaves, he wants to hug you close to him when the air nips at your skin. Soup season is his season!!! Jackets and sweaters and tenderness… a kiss to your cheek and your hand locked in his… this man adores you, I fear.
(See also: Kuroo Tetsurou, Hanta Sero, Azumane Asahi)
Winter is for Miya Osamu. Hearth and home are the definition of the man. A hot meal and being cozy and making you feel at home are what he does best. He’s the lover you come home to. When the cold and ice and snow are harsh, he is there for you to warm you up and help you relax. There is never emptiness in the winter with him. There is always a little fire light in the darkness for you, waiting when you return. Osamu is so big and warm and cozy and I’m just telling you, trust me, please; this is y’all’s season. Christmas and New Years, warm drinks and hot bowls of ramen or curry; cozying up together amidst the chill is everything for the both of you. Every other season is so busy for him, but winter is finally the time he gets to slow down. He’s the only person who you don’t isolate from when the days get short.
(See also: Katsuki Bakugou, Aizawa Shota, Kenma Kouzme, Getou Suguru, Tomioka Giyuu, Miguel O’Hara)
Spring is tough, and hear me out, but spring is for Shinsou Hitoshi. NOW I KNOW he is also soft and slow and gentle, so fall or winter might seem like the natural tendency, but he is spring. He comes to life when the rest of the world does. Hidden pockets of the world growing and changing are where he thrives. Taking you to little places of sunshine as you both awaken to a new lil world. Cafes and gardens and tenderness as spring gently returns things to peace. He is the first flower blooming amidst the melting snow, the first smile you see when you are drowning in work or stress. He’s tenderness as you soften yourself back up to the world as the biting winter dwindles away. He’s the first heart you open yourself up to after shutting yourself off all winter long. He’s home - always.
(See also: Sugawara Koshi, Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku, Shinazugawa Sanemi)
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!!#osamu miya x reader#bokuto koutaro x reader#nanami kento x reader#shinsou x reader#my hero academia#my hero academia x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujustsu kaisen x reader#kny#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#hi yall#im back briefly#i havent written in so long ive missed it and fall makes me romantic so here we are#love yall school is kicking my butt#drink water sleep well take care#and like the wind i disappear
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literally wrote this in my notes app while I was on the bus at 6am bc it’s the twins’ bday and I don’t write for Osamu nearly as much as I should.
sorry atsumu, I’m a bad wife for choosing your brother over you today.
gn!reader, no physical descriptions. very short because it was 6am.
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“baby, what the hell are you doing?”
osamu watches from the doorway as you yelp and whip around so fast that you almost fall off the chair you were standing on.
“osamu, you scared me! don’t do that,” you pout.
he resists the urge to kiss it away and instead walks closer to you, knuckling one of his eyes, then places his hands on your hips to steady you.
“we’re even, then, because I was pretty scared, too, when I woke up to the sound of a chair scraping across the floor and some weird muttering,” he started, looking up at you. “Actually I got one more scare than you did, because watching my fiancé almost fall off of a chair at three in the morning wakes you up real quick.”
You look at him sheepishly and run a hand through his hair. He nuzzles into it and rests his temple against your thigh. “I’m sorry, my love, I just… forgot I had to finish something. You can go back to bed now, I’ll be okay.”
You knew getting him to go back to bed at that point was a long shot, but you also knew he was far too tired to actually register what you were trying to do in the first place.
So you’d use it to your advantage.
“Nuh-uh. Nice try though, babe. Do what you gotta do, but I’ll wait up on the couch until you’re done, kay?” he somehow manages to hold off on his yawn until he finishes his sentence.
Smiling softly down at him, you nod in agreement, patting him on the shoulder as he shuffles over to the sofa and promptly flops down onto it.
You snort. So much for being scared awake.
You focus your attention back on your task, making sure to be as quick and quiet as possible to avoid waking him up again. Part of the reason you were even up at 3am was because you knew Osamu’s senes dulled significantly whenever he was tired. there was no way you’d be able to pull off this trick in the early morning- he was an early riser anyway.
After putting the last object into place and admiring your work, you sigh in content and quietly move the chair back into the kitchen.
Truthfully, you want to go back to bed, but rather than wake him up again, you join Osamu on the couch.
Crawling on top of him as gently as you could, you laid comfortably against his chest. You smiled when you felt an arm subconsciously slither around your waist.
And when you both woke up, you got to enjoy the look on his face when he finally realized that you were putting up decorations for his birthday.
“Happy Birthday, my love!”
#osamu miya#Miya Osamu#osamu miya x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#I need him#so bad#that man#is my everything
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“sunflowers or peonies?”
“awe, nanami! i’m flattered—”
“they’re not for you,” nanami says flatly. “you can buy your own.”
shoko squints down at the man lying on her exam table, arm held up and behind his head. “i’m quite literally stitching you back together, you know.”
the blond thinks bitterly on what had landed him in her infirmary in the first place, injured and likely having to reschedule dinner tonight. it’s already well past the time he’d planned on picking you up, and the table he’d reserved at the new restaurant in roppongi has likely been given away.
he’s dreading calling to tell you, his heart already twinging at the idea of letting you down.
shoko stitches him up neatly, cleaning and covering it up with a layer of bandages. she offers him a hand to help him sit up, but he bypasses it to plant his palm against the cot, pushing himself up with a groan.
she rolls her eyes, peeling her gloves off and pulling her mask down, tossing them both into the trash. “clean and dress it at least twice a day. no sudden movements of strenuous activity for at least a week. if you ruin my work, i’ll put you on bedrest.”
she digs through her cabinets as he awkwardly pulls his shirt back on. his mind drifts to you as he does so. he’d lost his phone in the fight, so he hadn’t been able to tell you about cancelling.
he wonders if the pout on your lips is painted your lips that shade of red you’d been wearing when he’d first met you. wonders if you’re waiting wearing the dress he’d gifted you last week.
he’d really wanted to see you in that dress.
nanami sighs heavily as he does up the buttons, prompting shoko to glance over her shoulder at him.
“what’s wrong with you?” she asks, setting a small bottle of painkillers on the tray table next to him.
“i’m missing an important dinner,” he grumbles, wondering if just a bundle sunflowers or peonies from the small stall outside is enough. he should order you a proper bouquet from a shop. perhaps he can also book you a massage or—
a knock at the door interrupts his spiralling.
“oh!” shoko suddenly gasps. she reaches up, brushing a few stray hairs from his forehead and fixing it as best she can.
“what are you doing?” he asks, genuinely confused in this moment.
“you’ll see,” she simply grins, sending him a wink. then, “come in!”
the door to the infirmary opens to reveal…you.
“kento,” you breathe, the quiet click of your heels echoing through the empty room as you quickly walk towards him.
he’s shocked, but lets you carefully wrap your arms around him, cradling his head against your chest.
but before he knows it he’s holding onto you too, breathing in the deep, sweet scent of your perfume and focusing on the steady beat of your heart.
“what are you doing here?” he asks once you finally release him, taking your hands in his.
“shoko called me,” you tell him. “apparently…apparently i’m your emergency contact.”
his face is suddenly hot with embarrassment. he’d honestly forgotten about that. he hadn’t even realized he’d done it when yaga had asked him to update his information with the school. your name had been the first and only name to pop into his mind.
“sorry,” he apologizes quickly, dropping your hands. he jumped the gun, didn’t he? you’ve only been dating for six months… “i should have asked you first but—”
but no one knows me better than you.
a soft sigh slips from your lips as you sit next to him, with a gaze so reverent that it strips him to the bone. “i love you, kento. i will be your emergency contact as long as you want me to be.”
he whispers the words back to you, suddenly shy.
sometimes nanami lets himself slip a little too far into his own head, overthinking and a little insecure. but you’re always there, ready to coax him back into the light.
“you look beautiful,” he murmurs, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. he’s seen you in a lot of dresses, each one making him weak in the knees. but this dress…this one makes it a little hard for him to breathe.
“well, you still owe me a date,” you tell him, helping him up off the cot. “we could go to the ramen place across from my apartment.”
he wraps an arm around your shoulders, and you reach up to intertwine your fingers with his. “i’d go anywhere with you.”
#kento nanami x reader#jjk#JJK x reader#jujutsu kaisen#nanami Kento#my actual husband#we are married#sorry to everyone who didn’t know
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🍙🎂 Happy Birthday to Osamu Miya (28) , owner of Onigiri Miya! Aka the better twin! Aka the best thing since sliced bread!
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happy miya day! 🎊
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“pretty, c’mon. give me one more kiss”, he practically begged as he leaned all of his weight on top of you. you failed to push him aside as he leaned down further to hide his face in the crook of your neck. “i jus’ want one small kiss,” he inhaled, “thats all im asking for.”
after 5 minutes of him begging (more like demanding) for kisses, you finally gave in. which was a mistake because it soon turned in a full make out session.
i guess you will never learn not to spoil him too much.
| ATSUMU, BOKUTO, kuroo, MATSUKAWA, hanamaki, suna, oikawa |
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#oh I adore them#Kou… look… anything for you baby#that big hunk of man can have me any day of the week#any time#guh
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domestic afternoons with your s/o prompts ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ
☆ they bring coffee to your work everyday at the same time. without delay
☆ you’re always there when they wake up from their afternoon nap so you can give them a kiss, and cuddle<3
☆ they have perfected your favourite snack for you
☆ you take weekly walks with them through your favourite park
☆ you spend the afternoons working in your favourite coffee shop together
☆ taking early afternoon naps together
☆ jumping into their arms when they enter the houses
☆ texting them pictures of yourself with captions like “miss you.” + “can’t wait to come home.”
☆ playing with your pet(s) while you wait for them to come home.
☆ making out in the doorway so it takes 20 minutes for them to even step inside after a long work day
☆ drawing baths for each other (candles, roses + everything)
☆ sharing recipes over text and coming up with dinner plans while you’re both in meetings
☆ they watch tv whilst you read with your head on their lap<3
☆ afternoon couch makeouts
☆ shopping together for dinner groceries
☆ rewatching your favourite movies<3
☆ dragging your s/o to a store
☆ afternoon swimming with your s/o
☆ dropping by their office just to give them a kiss
@celestialwrites for more<3
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List of “friends don’t look at friends that way” prompts
“Your mouth says you don’t like me but the way you stare at me tells me everything I need to know.”
“Stop staring at me like that, it’s making me feel things I don’t want to feel.”
“Your eyes are always on them.” “…Are they? I haven’t noticed.”
“You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.”
“You look like you want to devour them.” “Shut the fuck up, that is so not true.”
“Why do you always look at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you… Want me.”
“You staring at me like that is giving me false hopes so I’m going to need you to stop.”
“So like… Do you like them or something?” “Why would you think that? How could you think that?” “Because you keep staring at them like you’re in love or something.”
“Stop eyeing them like they’re a piece of snack, you fucking weirdass.” “The fuck? I do not do that, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I can’t help but stare at you because you’re just so…” “So…?” “Breathtaking. You’re breathtaking.”
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i just think that atsumu & kiyoomi r the kind of jerks (affectionate) who would show up to samu’s restaurant with fast food as though he doesn’t cook professionally…. [id in alt]
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#Osamu Miya#Miya Osamu#Atsumu Miya#Miya Atsumu#Miya twins#MY LOVELIES#I know I’m quite obsessed with my Samu#but TsumTsum is still very important to me
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Hurt/Comfort Dialogue
Some of these are found all over tumblr. And my apologies for not posting.
"Hey- no, no. It’s okay, cry it all out. I’m here for you"
"I’ll stay by your side for the whole time" "Promise?" "Of course darling, Promise"
"When’s the last time you actually slept?"
"Just breathe, it’ll be over soon"
"Everything will feel that it’s not okay, but— don’t forget, you’re not alone this time"
"I’m sorry—" "No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault"
"I’m here, and will be by your side"
"You can’t hide that fever from me"
"You’re safe now"
"Calm down, you’re burning up"
"I’m open for hugs, whenever you need them!"
"I know it hurts, but just hold on a little longer!"
"Let me take care of you this time"
"Stop pretending that you’re fine! You need first aid!"
"You’ve always been there for me, now, it’s my turn to be there for you"
"Why?" "Because you mean the world to me,"
"Listen to me! Fuck what they think! Because you are perfect! You hear me?"
"You’re not useless"
"Take these meds, they’ll help"
"I’m not leaving, okay?"
“Don’t pretend you’re okay. Please, don’t lie to me, because I know you’re not okay!"
Prompts
Making them warm soup, and taking care of them, as if they were glass
Asking them every two minutes if they need something
Holding their hand once the pain becomes unbearable
After a long day they’re burnt out, and finds their partner making dinner for them both
Treating to their partner/friend’s wounds
Giving them meds for the pain
Refusing to leave because you can see past them, and knowing they’re sick
Pretending to be fine after a small incident, and their partner/friend asks them what’s wrong, which flips the switch and they can’t stop crying. And eventually tell their partner/friend about it
Going out to buy their favourite snacks
Giving the other hugs
Not letting go of the others hand
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╰┈➤ laying in bed with your lover, fluffy prompt list
☆ stolen morning kisses
☆ leaving a trail of rumpled sheets
☆ kissing your lovers neck while they shy away from your morning breath
☆ making suggestive dirty jokes
☆ trailing your fingers against their exposed back
☆ kissing them awake
☆ playing with their hands while you lay on their chest
☆ saying you’ll make breakfast in 5 minutes every 5 minutes but never moving from your position
☆ playing with their hair while they sleep on your chest
☆ stroking your lovers arm to wake them up
☆ confessing love in different languages so they don’t understand
☆ confessing love while they’re tired so they don’t remember
☆ holding them while they sleep talk
☆ placing shoulder kisses while they sleep
☆ giggling while they stir in their sleep
☆ laughing as your pet comes and sits with you guys in bed
☆ waking up to a burnt attempt at making breakfast from your lover, that you both laugh off
☆ making them brush their teeth before kissing you because of their morning breath
☆ waking up to your favourite drink order (they remembered<3)
☆ kissing them as a bribe to keep them in bed
@celestialwrites for more<3
#I’m so horribly soft#somft#babie#dialogue prompt#romance prompts#writing prompts#love to see it thank u for the inspiration
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Fic Titles: Alphabet S-T
Take one and start to create!
S
Say it like you mean it
Say my name in fear
See me now
Seeking company
Sell me your lie
Selling a dream
Send me a sign
Set our love on fire
Shouting from the rooftops
Silly ideas
Silly little dreams
Sinfully delicious
Sing about our history
Sing me a song
Singing in the shower
Sirens are leading the way
Slow farewell
Solving puzzles
Someday is enough
Sometimes we choose violence
Songs of our love
Sorry for the way I left you
Souls entwined
Sparks flying
Spring awakening
Stars in your eyes
Sun-kissed skin
Sunshine in your eyes
Swimming in the rain
Sweet melancholy
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
T
Take me home
Taken by surprise
Taking the oath
Tell me beautiful lies
Temporary enjoyment
Thank you for nothing
The art of not giving a fuck
The beginning of something great
The comfort of your touch
The depth of our hearts
The difference between you and I
The distance between us
The end is near (and we celebrate)
The end of what we know
The head that wears the crown
The hope that’s left
The importance of names
The impossibility of us
The life we left behind
The loss we can't replace
The love that binds us
The love we feel
The ones you're meant to keep
The power we yield
The road ahead of us
The secrets we keep
The sound of hearts breaking
The things we don't say
The things we lost
The version of me you see
The war is not over yet
The wind will take us away
Theories of happiness
There’s always room for more
Things we did in the dark
This game we play
This side of things
Thunderstorms over our heads
To everyone we loved
To have each other
To hide what we have
To hold dear
To hurt and to heal
To the moon (and back)
To the people we meet
Together, we’re unstoppable
Treasure hunts
Trouble follows us around
Trusting the ones we love
Truth hurts (but so does lying)
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Hello again queen‼️✨ hope that ur doing well!! I had some insane Osamu brainrot because of THIS post I saw on Pinterest
(I know what when no one got me, pintey got me 😔🤚) and immediately my brain was filled with Samu Samu to the point I wrote myself a Drabble about it 🤭🫣 - I FIGURED YOUD LOVE THE DELIRIUM ABOUT OUR MAN AS MUCH AS ME HEHE (I’ve got no one to share it with, alas) ~enjoy dreaming about midnight cooking with Samu in the kitchen while he makes you sit on the counters all pretty, making you the snack you wanted in between teasing and attention ehehehehehhehehe~
Drink lots of water in these trying times‼️ Take care of itself bb‼️💗✨🤍
OSAMU NEEDS A PRETTY GF TO BUG HIM WHILE HE COOKS OKAY???
He needs to be completely bothered I DONT MAKE THE RULES-
Like you’re just sitting there, prettily on the counter, and he wants you to get involved a little (bc he knows you’re gonna start being a little shit, and he’s trying to offset it for now) so he passes you a small mixing bowl with dry ingredients. Then, he gives you the wet ingredients to beat together. All the while, he’s sure to give you little kisses that keep you satisfied while he tries to grind through baking the cookies you asked for to share at god knows what hour of the night.
Facing away from you at the stove, he hears you silently get up from your perch, your feet hitting the ground and echoing in the air. Then, he hears you walk to the fridge, open the freezer, and while he’s not sure what you’re grabbing, he’s just glad you’re occupied.
The sentiment dies quickly however, when your feet pad over to him, cutting bits of a chocolate bar up, and your hands immediately dart to his flanks, making him shriek at the frigid surprise. You giggle, and god if he didn’t love you so much, he’d banish you from the kitchen entirely.
Like that would ever happen.
“Why? Why are you the way you are?” He grumbles, turning to face your cheeky face.
You give him a prideful smirk, “you just looked so handsome all focused. I can’t help that I like your focused attention on me.” Your arms move to wrap lowly around his waist, a clear and affectionate sign that you’re officially ready to bother him.
“You, can share it for twelve minutes,” he teases, giving your nose a little flick that makes you scrunch up slightly and your grip tighten. “Do you want to-“
“Nope,” you interrupt. “Gonna stand right here until you’re ready to take my love and not these hands.”
He offers you a sigh and a playful shake of his head before letting you continue to nuzzle and nip at him, taking in dramatic sniffs of his skin and letting your nails run over the dips of his sides and stomach.
“Pspspsps,” you whisper, and he snickers softly.
“What.”
“Can you hurry up, please?”
He lets his head dangle in playful defeat before turning around and lifting you up and over his shoulder, your shrieks and thrashing causing his brain to vibrate from exhaustion. He plops you back down onto the counter, the playful look in his eyes has you giggling and curling on yourself.
“I’ll hurry up, when you can sit three seconds without my attention.” Like a disapproving parent, he crosses his arms and scowls at you, knowing full well it holds no actual threat.
“Well then it appears we’ve reached an impasse,” you hum cockily, meeting his scowl halfway with a kiss, which he does return.
“Let me finish my cookies that you asked for.”
“Let me slice your skin open so I can crawl inside.”
And that’s exactly how you and Osamu end up: curled on the couch and eating raw cookie dough at one in the morning, sprinkling chocolate chips into your mouths and merely basking in each others company.
“Man, I hate giving in to you,” he grumbles, feeding you a small spoonful of the sticky dough.
You snicker and shake your head, “But you do it so well, though.” You take the bite while he just watches with loving eyes, because even if his mouth tries to deny it, the sight of you so happy just being near him is enough to make his interrupted passion worth it.
“Gonna banish you from the kitchen.”
“Good luck- we both know that counter is going to look empty without me.”
He hates knowing that you’re right.
#osamu x reader#miya osamu#osamu miya#miya osamu x reader#osamu miya x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#oh i have been FED#thank u for the content#truly#writing has been a lot lately#and when i can get my mits on something yummnie i am all ehehehe#especially some#of this#emmyrose#oh ur content always makes me smile thank u so much
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All I Need - m.o
I ache for domesticity dawg. I am projecting. Zach Bryan is my favorite artist. My comfort artist. Don’t have enough words in the English language to describe how much I love him. Almost cried at work literally just listening to his music. ( ✌︎'3')✌︎ He means so much to me. Osamu is one of my comfort characters. I love him. Not a song fic but a song lyric:
“I’m a simple man, I don’t need much. Just my simple songs and some human touch. I’m tired now, so I’m bringing my ass home.” - Burn, Burn, Burn - Z. Bryan.
Itty bitty angst//hurt/comfort. Workaholic!Newlywed!Samu
GN, but there are pet names! Doll, gorgeous, baby, sugar… I think that’s it…
He is doing his best but not really ehehehheeh love u haven’t written in a while wasn’t originally gonna post but a friend inspired me to! LITERALLY SO SORRY THAT I BUTCHERED THE ENDING
w.c: 2226
It wasn’t that you didn’t love his heart for his work. Quite the contrary, actually. Osamu’s ambition and work ethic to create a kind and homey atmosphere was something that attracted you to him to begin with. He cared so intentionally about everyone that walked into his shop. He cared so intentionally about you. Even amidst the chaos of his day, opening new restaurants, and dealing with administration - (‘I swear I’ll hire someone to do it for me eventually.’) - he always took the time to hear about your day and set aside some evenings and mornings for you. He seemed to balance it all so well. You noticed the exhaustion, of course, but Osamu reassured you every morning with a kiss or hug that he was okay. You tried where you could to help ease his load: you helped out at the shop on your days off, ran deliveries if needed, stayed late to clean. You hoped, now, married as of only a month, that you’d be able to do more. You were his spouse, there wasn’t much he could really hide from you anymore, right?
As a general rule of thumb, Osamu tried to take off at least one day a week, and leave early on another. They didn’t have to be the same every week, but so long as he took care of his body and mind, you were okay with it. Not to mention, he still made time for date night, to continue to grow and foster the marriage the two of you were now building. It was Sunday, and since Osamu hadn’t taken any other time off that week, you figured that when you turned to bury your face into your husband’s chest, he’d be there to block out the morning sunrise that painted your room in glittery gold. You cracked open your bleary eyes, trying to formulate a thought in spite of your neurons firing at the speed of molasses.
Did you go to bed together? Yes. It was too early to be breakfast time and there were no smells from the kitchen. Shower was silent alongside the rest of the bathroom. In fact, it seemed like the only sound in the whole house was your quiet breathing.
You creaked out of bed, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders to fight the crisp winter air that invaded your home. Need to get that stupid heater fixed too. You made your way around the small layout of your apartment. Osamu couldn’t have gone far, unless he left, but you figured that you would have woken up if he was getting ready to leave. You furrowed your brow when you saw him working at his laptop, scribbling and throwing crumpled paper behind him. You cleared your throat to get his attention, and he seemed to be unbothered by your presence. Your frown deepened, and you gently called his name. No response. He didn’t have earbuds in, so you approached closer and tapped his shoulder. His daze finally interrupted, he whipped his head around to face you. His eyes were tired but his smile was as knockout as always. He kissed the back of your hand.
“Mornin’ gorgeous. Want some breakfast?”
You ignored his question. “Samu, why aren’t you in bed with me right now? It’s six am.”
He turned his eyes back to his laptop, taking a long, slow sip of coffee. “It’s admin day, sugar. S’the end of the month.”
Osamu had figured out a way to avoid touching all things that screamed ‘I’m a business owner’ until the end of every month. Any nonsensical paperwork or updates that read “nothing’s changed” could all be dealt with in one long grueling day. It did mean his eyes would go blurry from staring at a screen, but it couldn’t be avoided (until he hired someone else to deal with it). You were fully aware of admin day, and you mentally kicked yourself for not remembering. But you still reserved the right to be a little pissed because he hadn’t taken any more time off this week. You examined his face closer, and a wave of sadness washed over you.
“Samu… when was the last time you slept?”
He snorted. “Last night. What, forgetting that you practically squeezed me t’a death?” He chuckled. You reached your hand out and cupped his cheek, stroking your thumb over his dark circles. He made eye contact with you, holding your gaze as he kissed the inside of your wrist. “M’fine Doll. Honest.”
You raked your fingers through his hair, and pecked his hairline. He slithered his hands around your waist, savoring your body close to his. “I’m not gonna convince you to come back to bed and rest for the day, am I?”
He shook his head. “Sorry love.”
You sighed, pulling away. The cold washed over you again. “Will you be free for date night tonight?”
Surprise flicked over his features. “Yeah, of course.”
“If you forgot, or you feel like you’re going to be too busy, we don’t have to. I’d rather you sleep anyway,” you said slowly, testing the waters. He shook his head, his cheeks painted in a rosy hue. “I’ll be free baby, honest. I can finish this before dinner.”
“Take care of yourself, hun,” you yawned before shuffling back to bed. You took comfort in his side, inhaling his scent and ignoring the pang in your chest that he wasn’t there.
When you woke up at a more reasonable hour, the biting cold led you to slipping on one of Osamu’s sweatshirts. The soft material and the hint of his cologne washed over you, and a fuzzy feeling pooled in your gut. You adored your husband. Smiling, you stretched and went to find him and something to eat.
Upon entering the kitchen you realized two things: that the house was quiet, and that breakfast was waiting for you on the counter. A note was left beside a still warm bowl of food, the condensation building beneath the plastic wrap. You took to eating, savoring the flavors that melted over your tongue while you read what he left for you.
Good morning Sugar (or should I say afternoon?)
Had to go out and inspect the building for the Kyoto branch. Will be back by dinner! Love you - samu
You sighed and finished your breakfast in silence.
The rest of the day proceeded easily, if not at the expense of your routine. Things you planned on doing with Osamu - what you always did on your shared days off - felt weird to do alone. You wandered the stalls of the farmer’s market without him, made yourself a small bouquet of flowers, and found a cafe to eat lunch at. You took the time to enjoy the solitude; to plan out the rest of your evening for when Osamu returned for dinner. Once satisfied, you took your goods from the market and made your way back home.
You hummed a tune while you put up your flowers, and prepped ingredients for dinner. You knew that today was a busy day for him, so you figured that beginning dinner wouldn’t be a bad idea. While the two of you enjoyed cooking together for date night, you wanted to put in a little extra effort to take care of him.
What you anticipated being just a handful of minutes for his return, turned into an hour, and dinner was getting cold. The pit from the morning returned louder than ever. You picked up your phone and dialed the number you knew by heart. It rang once. Twice. And on the third he picked up.
“Hey Sugar, caught me at a good time. What’s up?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Samu… it’s dinner time.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m headed to a meeting with a client right now.”
The pang beat louder in your stomach. You didn’t want to sound whiny, but Osamu never forgot date night. He never forgot dinners with you in the many years of your relationship. He never forgot you amidst the growth of his business. Why now, of all times?
“A client? For what?”
“Owner of this mall in Tokyo wanted to talk about opening a stall for Onigiri Miya. Sounded like a great idea.”
“Y-you’re in Tokyo? I thought you were just going to Kyoto today…”
“Oh! Sorry I forgot to text y’a. After I looked at the new building - it’s stunning by the way baby, I gotta show y’a sometime soon- the owner’s wife’s dad owns the mall, and put us in contact for today.”
You decided to finally air out your needs. “Osamu, tonight was our night. To be together and catch up after a long few weeks of not seeing each other. I… I miss you.” The line went silent. You wondered where the line was between being a supportive and sacrificial spouse. You supported his work to the fullest extent, but you didn’t want to have to put your own needs aside either. You needed to nurture your relationship with him; being married didn’t excuse him from investing in you. You needed to see him rest. “S-Samu?”
“Y-yeah baby. I know. I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to y’a. I’m doin’ this for us y’a know.”
You sighed angrily. The bubble that was trapped in your chest releasing in a burst of frustration. “I gave you an out this morning. If you had just told me that you were going to be busy today I would have made other plans instead of spending the day alone and-” you cut yourself off and took another deep breath. “Just… get home safe. Love you.” You hung up before he could respond. It wasn’t worth arguing over the phone. You ate the meal you made in silence and opted to shower once you finished. You let the steam clear your senses and the hot water roll down your back. You wiped angry tears amidst washing your face. You’d feel better going back to work in the morning. You put on your comfiest pajamas and returned to the kitchen for tea when you saw that familiar dark head of hair in the living room. You sighed and walked over to the couch.
“Didn’t expect you to be home yet. What about your meeting?”
He looked up at you, eyes tired. “Rescheduled it. Told him I had a previous engagement.”
“Good to know I’m on your schedule,” you grumbled. He turned his gaze down to the ground.
“Look, I know I screwed up today. But it’s one day and this was really important, not that you aren’t but-”
“Samu, it’s been three weeks since I’ve spent time with you. As in, really spent time with you beyond a meal. It’s like, we got married and now you forgot I exist. You barely make time for me in the routine that we made while we were dating, but I miss you Osamu. And I’m sorry for yelling earlier, I was just upset. Not an excuse, but an explanation.”
“Baby, I’m doing all this for us! For you!”
“‘Samu, I know. Onigiri Miya is your pride and joy, for me and us and I’m proud of you! I’m so proud of you it makes me ache and you’re all I talk about to anyone I know. Yes, of course I want you to be successful and share your food with the world. But please, all I’m asking is that you don’t forget me and the rest of us along the way while you relish in your -well earned- riches and splendor. I loved you before, and I’ll love you after. When the world falls apart I’ll still love you.”
You crumpled into the couch, closing your eyes. You felt his warm hand on yours, tugging you into him.
“I’m sorry. I know I’ve let the busy overwhelm me, and us. You’ve always been patient with me, and the least I can do is give you the attention you so well deserve. That I want to give you. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, y’a know that right? You are my pride and joy - Onigiri Miya is important but you’re the heart and soul of it. I really don’t need anything except you.”
The two of you locked eyes, exhausted and brimmed with tears. You both laughed wet laughs, and you adjusted so he was laying on your chest. You threaded your fingers through his hair and he wrapped his arms around you tightly. “It’s not about money or fame or anything, Baby. It never was. Just about sharing food with the people I love.”
“I know honey.”
He yawned and snuggled deeper into your collarbone. “I’m the richest man in the world because I’ve got you. Right here. Nothing else.”
You ran your fingers up and down his back, and whispered words of affirmation into his ear. His big hands held firmly to your back, clutching you like letting go would mean the end of the world. You noticed the tiny tufts of grey that sprinkled in his dark hair. You kissed his hairline over and over again.
“I’ll be better for y’a, honest. We’ll…” he yawned again. “Learn to be us… again… thanks for being patient with me baby… I love you…”
You pressed a final kiss to his forehead. “I love you forever.”
#osamu x reader#miya osamu#osamu miya#miya osamu x reader#osamu miya x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#y’all i love him#it's that simple#teehee#sorry for this one yall#its not a banger like my last one#love the support tho#ur the sweetest
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A friendly reminder:
No need to simp for Toji - we've had a good man in front of our noses the entire time
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#nanami kento#nanamin#your honor I LOVE HIM#I thirst for him daily#ugh that’s my MAN#nanami
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needy - m.o
Another emergency Drabble because he is stuck in my head and I am a lover and delulu ✨❤️ - had this idea stuck in my head all morning at work so this is what I wrote instead of paying attention teehee it’s okay I’m ahead of schedule
Husband!Samu cause oh dear he’d be so good to me cause I said so <3
wc - 448 // unedited as always sorry babes it’ll happen one day i promise // gender neutral (you are called Love! He loves you! So much!)
It’s early. Too early. The smallest creak in your floorboards woke you up, right when your sleep cycle was nearing its end. How unfortunate. Your bleary eyes barely made out the large red numbers on your alarm clock. 05:30. You internally jumped up for joy. You still had another two hours before you needed to get up. You proceeded to turn your body to find your husband and curl back up for sleep, only to be met with an empty bed. You furrowed your brow, fisting his side of the sheets, confirming what you already knew: he wasn’t there. Through your foggy and sleep-ridden mind, you made your way out of your bedroom, searching for your lover.
The sky was still cloudy and grey; a blue hue painted your living room in exhaustion and melancholy. Lights were still off, save for the kitchen, where Osamu was making coffee. You shuffled over to him quietly and wrapped your arms around his middle. He flinched, startled, before he settled one of his hands on yours. His tummy rumbled with his laughter.
“Good morning to you too.” He kissed the back of your hand, turning around to greet you with another to your forehead. “What are y’a doin’ up? You still have some time before y’a need to get ready for work.”
You whined, burying your face into his chest. He cradled the back of your head and pressed another lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Love? You alright?”
“Don’t leave yet…” you drawled. He smiled sympathetically at you. He typically didn’t need to go in before 7, unless he was catering. To your misfortune, he had a large party to prepare for today. “Just… need cuddles for a few more minutes…”
“Awe, what, feeling a bit needy this morning? Need yer big strong man to spoil you a little?” He teased. You sheepishly nodded and his heart melted. Osamu squeezed you closer before picking you up, coffee long forgotten. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grazing your fingers over his recently buzzed undercut, and he carried you over to the couch. He kept you close, rubbing your back, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He murmured his devotion for you between planting kisses on your temple and cheeks. You felt sleep overtaking you once more, and you left a kiss on his shoulder.
“I love you Samu…” you drooled. He smiled, and left a warm trail of kisses up your neck and behind your jaw before whispering, “I love you more.”
He carried you back to bed and tucked you in, leaving one final kiss on the crown of your head.
“Sweet dreams, my love.”
#osamu x reader#osamu miya#miya osamu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#osamu miya x reader#Dawg look I am chronically sleepy and mentally ill#which means I often think about Samu and sleeping and cuddling#I’m touch starved. But I hate touch. But not really#But I’m so sappy and want to be held for like a million hours. And kithed. That’s it#peace love slay#actually tho im kinda proud of this one#but maybe thats just cause im delulu and love sick
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