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remuswriting · 7 months

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depends, who's asking; m. osamu

Summary: As far as first meetings go, fighting over udon noodles is not one you thought you'd ever have.

Pairing: Miya Osamu/Male! Reader

Tags: Pre-Relationship; First Meetings; Meet-Cute; Canon Compliant; Second Person POV

Word Count: 1,002 words

Notes: Writing in second person is really not my thing, so hopefully it's good. I think this may be the only reader fic I've ever written where Y/N or L/N isn't used. This is just a silly little thing I wrote over a year ago. I hope you enjoy.

It’s been a long day since the soccer team practiced later than usual. Interhigh Qualifiers are coming up, and your coach wants to make sure everyone is ready. You’re only a first year, so you aren’t on first string, which you don’t really mind. You have two more years, after all.

Practice being grueling and running late leaves you absolutely exhausted, but thankfully, you don’t have to worry about your parents being upset since they work late on Wednesday. This means you cook dinner for yourself, which you like doing. Trying out new recipes is something you tend to do on Wednesday, but you’re not sure if it’ll be a new recipe night. You’re not sure what you have to eat at home, so you decide you’ll just stop by the store on the way home. There’s a simple recipe you like to make whenever you’re tired, but you know you need a couple things.

Your phone vibrates in your bag, so you pull your bag up to have easier access to it, but moving your bag results in your phone falling deeper and deeper into it. So, you’re shoving your hand past your school supplies and bento box until you finally have a hold of it. You see a couple of people looking at you, and you wonder if it might have been easier if you had stopped to take it out instead of walking at the same time. It doesn’t matter now, especially since the store is already in view.

“Oh,” you say, seeing that it was your mom who texted you. Apparently, she left money on the counter for takeout. You look up at the store and decide you might as well get some groceries while you’re here.

To: Mom

From: You

>>At the store. Do we need anything?

A long list of things is the next thing she sends. You sigh as you walk into the store and grab a basket. This is the main store your family goes to, so you know where everything is without needing to think too much about it.

“Alright, all that’s left is udon noodles,” you mumble as you look over your mother’s text again. As you make your way to where those are, hoping they have them, since the store’s popularity has grown due to a store nearby being remodeled.

There’s someone else on the aisle, a guy also wearing an Inarizaki uniform. The dyed gray hair gives away who it is; Miya Osamu. You’ve never met Osamu since he’s a year older, and most sports clubs don’t talk to each other. The boys’ volleyball club has several annoying members, so your soccer teammates say it’s better just not talking to them.

You walk down the aisle and find he’s standing in front of what you need. After a minute of standing there, you gently tap his arm. He looks at you. “Can I help you?” he asks, annoyed, which understandably so. You’d be annoyed too.

“Uh, I was wonderin’ if ya could hand me some udon noodles,” you say, and he doesn’t say anything as he stares at you. You try not to fidget, but you’re so uncomfortable. People always said that Atsumu is the “scary” twin while Osamu is laid back. You’re disagreeing right now.

“No,” he says, and you furrow your brows.

“No?”

“No,” he says, and he holds up two packages of udon noodles. “They’re mine.”

You move your head to see that there aren’t any more udon noodles on the shelf. You look back at him and bite your lip as you let out a deep breath. “Do ya really need two?”

“Yeah,” he says as he puts them in his basket. “Even if I didn’t, I’d take ‘em anyway.”

“Are ya new to this store?” you ask, and he shakes his head.

“No, I’ve been comin’ here since I was a kid.”

You point at the noodles in his hand. “Then ya know that’s all they’ve got right now.” He just stares at you. “They won’t have any more until Tuesday.”

“That ain’t my problem,” he says, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

“Why’re ya bein’ an ass?” you ask, and you don’t know why you kept going. Maybe it’s because practice had been awful. Or maybe because your mom stressed wanting udon noodles. “Ya don’t need both of ‘em.”

“How do ya know that?” he asks, and you clench your jaw. “Maybe I need more than two and I’m settlin’ cause there’s no more.”

You roll your eyes. “I doubt that’s it.” It’s quiet as you two stare at each other. At this point, you can’t just back down. “I’ll pay you for it.”

Osamu blinks. “What?”

“I’ll pay you for the noodles.” You pull your wallet out of you bag far easier than you had pulled your phone out. “I’ve got the cash.”

“I’m not doin’ that,” he says, and you huff.

“Why not?”

“Cause I got here first.”

“Doesn’t mean ya’ve gotta be greedy!”

Osamu looks you over before shaking his head a little. “Ya know what? I’m just goin’ go. I hope ya get noodles next time.”

He turns and starts walking away. You clench your wallet in your hand. “I won’t forget this, Miya-senpai!”

He looks back at you with wide eyes. “You know who I am?”

You nod. “I also go to Inarizaki, and I’m not gonna forget this.”

“What’re ya gonna do?” he asks with an amused smirk, and you straighten your posture completely.

“I’m gonna buy all the udon noodles whenever I come here so you can’t have any of them!”

Osamu stares at you, shocking and not knowing how to respond, before chuckling slightly. You hate that he has a nice smile and laugh. “Good luck with that.”

He hurries down the aisle before you can say anything else. You throw your wallet on the ground as you grumble a little. Your teammates are right. Inarizaki boys’ volleyball club does have some annoying members.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x male reader

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reallyromealone · 2 months

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Hi can you do a long story about the Miya twins taking care of their brother (age 5) he's mad at them because they were late to picking him up and them trying to make it up to him

Title: forgotten

Fandom: haikyuu

Characters: Atsumu Miya, Osamu miya

Warnings: male reader, fluff, child reader, slight hurt to comfort

☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️

The twins were rushing, they knew they fucked up as they went to the preschool at nearly an hour late where their five year old brother stood with a seething glare "where were you two!" (Name) barked angrily as he crossed his arms "I been here forever with Mrs. (Teacher)!" The twins sighed as they knew this wasn't going to be easy, food wouldn't make him not angry this time.

"Sixth time this month!" The little one wouldn't let them hold him, only holding on to Osamu's finger "sorry bud, practice delayed!" They wasn't a good enough answer as (name) looked at Atsumu with puffed up cheeks and glared "bad reason!" He grumbled out, the two signing as (name) grumbled.

They knew they needed to do something bigger to make this up to the little one who was fed up with his brothers.

(Name) had to begin wondering if his brothers even cared at all.... Always forgetting him like this.

The twins noticed how upset the youngest was, the two feeling shitty for forgetting him.

So they did the most logical thing.

Spent 100 dollars each at an arcade with him, snacks games and toys formthe rest of the day "woo! Get it!" Atsumu said as Osamu held (name) up so he could play "win those ticket's!"

The twins held the prizes they won, the two using their coordination to their advantage as (name) ate a riceball from a convenience store they passed.

"You know we love you right?" Osamu asked the tyke, both crouching down to his level when they got home and (name) looked down and didn't answer "hey, none of that's Atsumu said to the boy seriously "you're our baby brother, we love you brat"

"Don't call me a brat!" (Name) fired back and Atsumu grinned in an annoying big brother "then stop acting like it!"

"Dummy!"

"Shorty!"

Aaaaand things were back to normal.

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ac3ifix · 2 months

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Osamu drabble (not my best work but wtv, a lil over 100 words)

FTM reader

“Pleasee samu!” you beg, tears streaming down your face as you desperately buck your hips into his mouth

“Hips down,” He commands, pushing your thighs further apart so he can view your pretty pussy. “So wet for me,” he mutters before going back to nipping and sucking on your bud.

“Please!! S’too much!!” You cry, as he continues to suck and tease at your entrance

“Apologise for flirting with Suna and you can come,” he commands.

“Im sorry ‘Samu!!” you cry, finally giving in after hours of refusing.

“Such a good boy,” he praises before finally giving you just enough pleasure to release onto his mouth.

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hotvinimon · 3 months

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Miya Osamu <3

“Samu…Samu…Don’t look directly, but I can see your doppelganger… just behind you.”

You and your sweet, loving, handsome, onigiri man of a boyfriend were on a night date in the street of Shibuya. Osamu was busy in choosing what to eat first, while you took pictures. Suddenly you saw Osamu’s clown toghether with a curly haired, bitch-faced man, an orange head and an owl faced beefy boy.

To say that you were shocked would be an understatement. A guy… or I should say Samu’s clown was chatting with his friends just few meters behind your boyfriend, only his hair's more blonde, and his vibe's more... clownish.

“Doppelganger ??? what do you even me-” “CAN’T YOU FUCKING WHISPER ?? AND DON’T LOOK LIKE THAT. BE MORE SUBTLE.” you whisper yelled.

Suddenly the doppelganger looked in your direction and frowned comically and advanced towards you.

“OH MY GOSH, SAMUUUU, HE'S COMING... HE'S COMING THIS WAY!”

Samu quickly looked into the direction, and unlike you he was frowning ??? similarly like his doppelganger ??? what the heck was going on. Was there some kind of invisible mirror thing that you couldn’t see.

Even the doppelganger's buddies seem cool, like they're in on the joke.

The doppelganger was now, standing in front of you and looking at your boyfriend, like he was communicating with his eyes. Before anyone could say anything…

“OMYGODOMYGODOMYGOD… CAN I TAKE A PICTURE WITH YOU SIR ????”

All eyes are on you, but who cares? It's not every day you meet your boyfriend's mirror image.

“Oh.. of course cutie, are you a fan ??”

“Well, I’m a human but I’ve never seen my boyfriend’s clown my entire life.” you giggled like a kid.

“DON’T DO THAT”. That ‘DOPPELGANGER’ yelled at your boyfriend.

“I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING.”

“YOU ARE MAKING GOO-GOO EYES AT HER. LIKE YOU MAKE AT FOOD.”

“I AM NOT.”

“YES YOU ARE”

All you could hear for next fifteen minutes was funny curse words and skin slapping sounds. Meanwhile, the curly-haired dude shoots you a concerned look.

“Ohhhh… so you are his big brother. Nice to meet you Tsum, I’m y/n, Samu’s s/o.”

Unlike your fictional brain, the ‘DOPPELGANGER’ turned out to be your boyfriend’s twin brother.

“Nice to meet you too y/n/n” Atsumu showed his signature smirk.

“IT’S MIYA TO YOU AND IT’S Y/L/N TO YOU.”

"WHAT THE HECK, BASTARD? AM I SOME GIRLFRIEND STEALER?"

"MORE LIKE AN UNINVITED DATE CRASHER."

"AT LEAST I'M EYE CANDY."

"YEAH, WELL, MOM LIKES ME MORE."

More insults fly, more slaps echo, and the furniture starts to question its life choices. Meeting your boyfriend's twin? Not too shabby after all.

Keys -

y/n - your name

s/o - sgnificant other

y/n/n - your nick name

y/l/n - your last name

Requests are open

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bakugokemkatsuki · 5 months

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Right Where You Left Me (PT.2)

Atsumu Miya x Reader to Osamu Miya x Reader

**Genre: Fluff (w/ a little angst sprinkled in) **Key: Y/N- Your Name Talking You, Osamu **Word Count: 394

**Part 1 Part 2.5 (Atsumu’s Aftermath)

Now having dated Atsumu Miya you ended up also befriending his twin Osamu. Osamu was the one there to witness the whole relationship. The ups and downs, good and bad. All of it and he was there that night. The night his brother… his twin broke your heart. He has watched you every day for the past year come in and relive that night, frozen in that moment. After a year he decided to intervene. He started with small, short conversations, and eventually offered you a job (I mean you were there all the time anyways might as well get paid to be there). He was hoping working there would help you make happy memories in the restaurant so you would finally move on. It started slow but eventually you started smiling again and holding long meaningful conversations again. Osamu really missed those conversations. Then you started coming early and staying late to help Osmau with prep because he always did that by himself. It was a year and a half after the breakup when you two shared a small moment, you two were prepping which somehow ended up in a mini food fight and you both laughing on the floor. It was the happiest you had felt in so long. You started looking forward to work more and more (and by work you meant seeing Osamu). But of course, the universe couldn’t leave it at that. Atsumu ended up coming in with his new girl and their brand-new infant. Seeing them you felt something inside you snap and you couldn’t help but cry. But Osamu was there holding you comforting you and it was then you realized you fell for the wrong twin. You realized just how great Osamu was. You spent the next few weeks getting closer and dropping hints until it all came to a head. “Osamu I can’t do this anymore you’re so oblivious.” You tell him out of the blue one day but before ehe had time to process you crashed your lips to his. “I love you Osamu Miya.” “I love you too Y/N.” You two kissed again and for the first time in a long time your universe felt whole again. “So it looks like you’re still going to become a Miya after all.” “Is this your way of proposing?” “Not yet, but with time don’t worry.”

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idk-wanna-know · 9 months

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A Stripper Really?

Tsukishima kei the most popular stripper in town, his flirty personality, lewd gesture and even lewder clothing got the attention of many men. Especially powerful men who has money, and if there one thing Tsukishima kei loves more than dick it's money

It's a normal day tsukishima was done with his performance, and was open from request. When he got of the stage someone pulled him to corner, it was a security guard. "That guys in the VIP section has been starting with love eyes for your whole show" Akashi said to him "I know, I saw. I winked at him a few times, and he switched how he sat alot of times too, maybe to try and hide something" Tsukishima said back, smirking

Akashi put a hand around Tsukishima's waist pulling him close, Tsukishima chuckled, pushing him away "I'm not free Akashi. If you want me, buy me sweetheart" Tsukishima said pulling away from him. Walking to the VIP section, going to the man that has been staring at him, the man had grey and a muscular build, Tsukishima likes that "may I help you sir?" Tsukishima's voice was seductive to anyone that heard him "Oh sweetheart, you can help me in a lot of ways" the man spoke, his voice deep making shivers go down his back

Before tsukishima could respon the man spoke "how about you give me a lap dance doll" the man pulled Tsukishima onto his lap, Tsukishima didn't push away but wrapped his hand around the man's neck "I could but that would come with a price, and I am very pricey" Tsukishima leaned his head against the man's shoulder

The man smirked, standing up with Tsukishima in his hands, "that wouldn't be a problem for me doll" Tsukishima gasp as the man carried him to a private room.

"Now how about you dance for me doll" the man said as he put Tsukishima down "I don't even know your name, and you expect me to dance for you?" The man chuckled "if you dance for me I'll give you more than just my name" Tsukishima blushed a little then a little chuckle got out "I already know you'll give me more, but what I ain't is your name"

"Like I said dance for me and I'll give you my name doll" Tsukishima almost clicked his tongue, but turned around and started to dance for him.

Tsukishima kei the most popular stripper in town, his flirty personality, lewd gesture and even lewdder clothing got the attention of many men. Especially powerful men who has money, and if there one thing Tsukishima kei loves more than dick it's money

The man smirked, standing up with Tsukishima in his hands, "that wouldn't be a problem for me doll" Tsukishima gasp as the man carried him to a private room.

"Like I said dance for me and I'll give you my name doll" Tsukishima almost clicked his tongue, but turned around and started to dance for him.

Tsukishima swayed his hips to the music, running his hands up and down his body, teasing the man sitting in front of him. He could feel the man's eyes on him as he moved, and he liked it. He liked the attention, the power he held over the man.

Tsukishima continued to dance, feeling the man's eyes on him the entire time. He could see the lust in the man's eyes, and it made him feel powerful. He continued to tease the man, running his fingers over his own body and biting his lower lip.

Tsukishima yelped as the man pulled Tsukishima onto his lap, but tsukishima kept moving his hips on the man's lap, feeling something getting hard under him. Tsukishima chuckled and kept moving touching the man's chest, getting closer to each otsher but as the music stops

Tsukishima leaned in even closer to the man, wrapping his hands around the mans neck, "So, what's your name, handsome?"

The man chuckled, his breath hot against Tsukishima's neck. "My name is Osamu, Miya Osamu" he said, running a hand up Tsukishima's thigh. "And you, doll? What's your name?"

Tsukishima was in a world of surprise and confusion to answer the question 'Miya Osamu.... where did I hear that name before... inarizaki clan... but wasn't the name Miya Atsumu' Tsukishima said to himself. But his train thought got cut off from hearing

Osamu chuckled and start to leave hickeys on Tsukishima's neck. Tsukishima gasp from the sudden move, tightening his hand around Osamu's neck "when someone I a question you need to answer doll, it's not nice" Osamu said biting down onto tsukishimas neck "ngh!~.... Tsu-tsukishima Kei" Tsukishima tried to say as Osamu continued to leave hickeys

Tsukishima moaned as Osamu left more hickeys on his neck, feeling a familiar sensation of pleasure building up inside him. He closed his eyes and leaned into Osamu's touch, letting himself get lost in the moment.

Osamu chuckled and leaned in to kiss Tsukishima, his lips soft and warm against Tsukishima's. Tsukishima moaned into the kiss, feeling a surge of desire coursing through him. He tightened his arms around Osamu's neck, deepening the kiss and pulling him closer.

Osamu's hands went to Tsukishima's ass, squeezing them hard making Tsukishima jump a little. Tsukishima pulled away from the kiss, a thin string of saliva was made "I'm pricey if you don't remember" Tsukishima tried to say

"Oh I know doll. now, why don't you strip down like the slut you are" Osamu slap Tsukishima's ass. Tsukishima got off of Osamu's lap starting to strip down "flash your hole at me then play with yourself, I want to see you cum undone without me touching you doll" Osamu spoke with lust and desire

Tsukishima smirked and turned around, bending over and flashing his ass and hole at Osamu. He could feel the man's eyes on him, and it made him feel powerful. He started to play with himself, running his fingers over his hole and moaning softly. He closed his eyes, imagining Osamu's hands on him, and let himself get lost in the sensation.

Tsukishima's moans grew louder as he continued to play with himself, his fingers moving faster and faster. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he let out a loud moan as he came undone, his cum landing on the floor below him.

Tsukishima was about to collapse, but was caught in time by Osamu. Osamu sat Tsukishima onto his lap "Good job doll, what do you wanna do now?" Osamu caressing Tsukishima's thighs, Tsukishima moans at his touch grinding down onto Osamu's lap, a groan came out of Osamu's mouth "does daddy~ want me to suck or ride his cock?" Kei asked grinding down even harder

Osamu let out a deep growl as he grabbed Tsukishima's hips, pressing him down harder onto his lap. "You are so naughty, doll. I love it," he said with a chuckle, enjoying the feeling of Tsukishima grinding on him. "I want you to ride me, doll," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I want to see that pretty face of yours as you take my cock."

Tsukishima smirked, grinding down even harder onto Osamu's lap. "As you wish, daddy," he said, reaching down to reveal Osamu's hard cock. Osamu's cock popped up like a spring, it was long, thick, and rock hard, Tsukishima almost drooled at the sight. Kei took the huge cock into his hands stroking it slowly as he leaned in and kissed him deeply.

Osamu groaned into the kiss, his hands grabbing onto Tsukishima's ass and squeezing it hard. Tsukishima moaned into the kiss, feeling his own arousal growing once again. He pulled away from the kiss and positioned himself over Osamu's cock, slowly sinking down onto it and moaning as he felt it fill him up.

Tsukishima was already so full, "is that all you can take doll?" Tsukishima looked up at Osamu confused "wh-what do you mean?" Osamu chuckled, putting his hands on the blonds hips, thrusting his hips up. A load cry came out of the blonds mouth "you don't have full cock in you yet is what I mean"

Osamu stared down at Tsukishima with a wicked grin, enjoying the way he wriggled and squirmed on top of him. "I want you to take all of me, doll. Every inch," he growled, his hips thrusting upwards again. Tsukishima gasped, feeling himself stretch even more as Osamu's cock filled him up completely.

Rolling his hips, Osamu groaned as he watched Tsukishima ride him, encouraged as the blonde's moans grew louder and more desperate. "That's it, doll. Ride me hard," he urged, enjoying the way the blonde bounced on his cock. It was almost too much, the pleasure building up inside of him until he was panting and gasping.

Tsukishima shifted his hips to ensure that he was hitting all the right spots as he rode Osamu at a rhythm both satisfying and intense. "God, you feel so good inside me, daddy," he moaned, the pace getting faster with each passing moment. The pleasure brewing inside him threatened to overwhelm him as he bounced harder on Osamu's lap.

Osamu's hands were on Tsukishima's hips, gripping tight as he met each grind and tumble of the blonde in perfect sync, slapping up into him. "Fuck, doll. Just like that," he grunted, feeling his edge drawing closer.

Osamu groaned, feeling his release building inside of him. "Fuck, doll. I'm going to come soon," he warned, gripping Tsukishima's hips tightly and thrusting harder. He could feel Tsukishima's walls clenching around him and he groaned, the pleasure building rapidly until he came hard, spilling himself deep inside Tsukishima with several beasty groans.

Tsukishima whimpered and cried out his own climax as he rode out Osamu's orgasm, the two of them still moving together in a wild dance of pleasure.

"Fuck, doll. You were amazing," Osamu said, lifting the blonde off of him, his cock still hard and throbbing with need as he watched breathlessly."

Osamu watched as Tsukishima climbed off his lap, his cock still hard and aching. "Mmm, I need more of you, doll," he growled, sitting up and wrapping an arm around the blonde's waist. "I want you on all fours," he said, leading Tsukishima to the edge of the bed and positioning himself behind the blonde

Tsukishima obediently got on all fours, pushing his ass up into the air as he waited for Osamu to take him once again. Osamu groaned at the sight, loving the way Tsukishima's ass looked. He reached out to stroke it, eliciting a soft moan from the blonde before positioning himself at Tsukishima's entrance once again. Slowly sliding back into him with ease

Osamu didn't hesitate, immediately setting a quick pace and driving into Tsukishima's tight heat with ferocious brunt force. He groaned at the sensation, the tight walls engulfing him like a merciless glove, begging him to plunge even deeper. Pants and gasps turn to moans of bliss as both men continued their love-making ass-banging desires

"Oh, god, daddy!" Tsukishima panted, the pleasure overwhelming him. "Harder! Please!" Osamu complied, speeding up even more, their bodies slamming together with enough force to form intense sounds of their lovemaking love

Tsukishima couldn't take it anymore, "fuck me harder daddy! Harder, harder!" His moans were nearly unintelligible by this point, his hands clawing futilely at the bedsheets below him as Osamu kept up an unrelentingly deep and rhythm

Osamu growled, his hands gripping Tsukishima's waist as he pounded into him with everything he had. He wasn't going to last much longer, not with the way Tsukishima was clenching tight around his cock, his walls spilling over with spasms of pleasure. "You like that, doll?" he grunted out, working himself deeper and deeper into him.

Tsukishima could barely get any words out, his body writhing under Osamu's touch as the pleasure threatened to consume him completely. All he could do was whimper and cry out, each moan a note of musical pleasure created by his arousal. He lost track of time as Osamu built him up further than he had ever gone before, his screams of bliss taking over all logical thought processes within seconds of contact.

Finally, Osamu could hold back no longer. With two final, intense thrusts, he ground out his own release, spilling himself deep inside Tsukishima with a rumbling, satisfied growl. The sexy intimacy gradually cooling, the spasmodic sense of pleasure began to fade a bit as Tsukishima's echoed moans toned down. Breathing heavily, Osamu slowly withdrew himself from his latest lover, lying down beside him

As they both caught their breath, Osamu spoke up, a lazily satisfied grin crossing his face. "Did I tell you before, doll? You're simply delicious." Was the last thing tsukishima heard before passing out, Osamu chuckled

Osamu left a piece of paper on the night stand before leaving with his number on it. As he got out of the room he was greeted by a worker "did you have a good time with moon sir?" she asked him "hm" is all that he answered before walking back to his VIP lounge. As he walked closer he heard "look who decided show up!" Osamu rolled his eyes "I got here before you. I got tired of waiting, so I had some fun" he smirked "a stripper really? You can do better than that" Osamu sat down beside the guy "whatever you say brother" Atsumu chuckled as he leaned back, enjoying the show

I'm not really back, I just wanna give you guys something. I actually wrote this, i hope it's good and you guys enjoyed reading it. and don't mind the tags :]

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natriae · 1 year

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nsfw D, E, M with osamu pleasee!!

yay! my first ask for the event<33

Miya Osamu NSFW alphabet

(included both if you have a vagina or penis)

D: Dirty Secret

He would love to make people watch. Like Sunarin (that smug ass). Mainly because he wants to shove in his face how hot his partner is. He wants nothing more then to spread out your pussy lips and show him just how wet you get but NEVER let him touch. And if you have a penis he wants to jerk you off in front of someone and show just how whiny you get. He wants Suna or really anyone to watch you squirt all over his strong arms just from fingering you, or wants someone to see just how quickly he came make you cum with his skilled hands.

E: Experience (how experienced are they)

i completly headcanons that Osamu has some experience with sex before he met you, but not a lot. He knew the basics, but he took a lot of time getting to know your body and just what makes you cum. Definitely a giver not a reciever.

M: Motivation (what gets them turned on)

there are many things that turn him on, but he never out right says it. One of his biggest turn ons is when you start talking back. One late night on face time you and Sunarin kept arguing. In the end you called Suna a lot of word like dumbass, ect. And Osamu was so turned on over this. Everytime he watched you take a deep breath and then absolutely destroy is childhood best friend with just words he swore this could be a record with how fast his dick popped up. Safe to say that facetime call ended so after, and your face was being shoved into the couch.

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levenlike11 · 8 months

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cooking with miya osamu on a sunday afternoon, his shop is closed for the day to be able to spend it with you. wearing a shirt of his under the matching aprons you got him for christmas last year and him singing along to the song playing on the record player. he was the one who insisted on buying it because 'old songs need to be listened the old way' apparently. he puts the container in his hand that he was swaying around in the kitchen with down on the counter and holds out his hand to you. you smile taking it and he starts dancing with you through the saxophone solo of the song. neither of you know how to dance properly, but it doesn't matter. he only cares about making you smile when he accidentally steps on your foot. he's placing a soft kiss on your forehead first, then your lips as the artist sings 'just the two of us' because he's cheesy like that. "i'm just sooo romantic that you're jealous of me." he denies when you tell him that. why would you be jealous of him when you're the one he's being romantic to? he finds great joy in seeing you in his clothes, in your matching apron, in his kitchen with the ring he bought for you on your finger. he lets you go as the song finishes and kisses your lips one last time before going back to whisking the mixture as you pour yourself a glass of water, which he steals from you afterwards. of course you don't let it slide, you respond by dipping your finger in the mixture and booping his nose. he looks adorable, like a baby looking at you with a pout. of course it then turns into a little 'fight' and you spend the rest of the evening cleaning the kitchen and yourselves, no mixture left to eat anymore. it's fine though, because he has you by his side. nothing would matter as long as you're with him through it.

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he's literally the love of my life i need to hug him tight and play with his soft cheeks and bite them. (yes i'm still sane -i think?) i hope you enjoyed it, please feel free to leave feedback and point out any mistakes!🫶🏻

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remuswriting · 6 months

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AND HOW THE STARS SHINE; MIYA OSAMU

When Sugawara has to retire from being a camp counselor after getting a teaching position, Y/N meets his new co-counselor Miya Osamu.

WORD COUNT: 3,581 words

TAGS: Camp Counselor AU; First Meetings; Pre-Relationship; Fluff

NOTES: To be honest, I want to write a longer camp counselor au because I think it'd be really fun, but we have this instead. Also, I attended summer camp for like 5 years as a kid, but idk a lot about everything camp counselors do. So if there's anything they do that's not accurate, then pretend it is. We're here for the vibes.

Y/N’s summers growing up had always consisted of summer camp. He went away for a week, lived in a cabin, swam in the lake, did arts and crafts, sang corny songs, and became friends with everyone he met. Most people came back every summer like he did, so he always knew someone after his first summer. It had been something he looked forward to and absolutely loved. Core happy childhood memories.

When he learned his old summer camp was hiring camp counselors, he applied and got accepted the summer before his second year at university. With university being more stressful than he expected, he missed the happy atmosphere and memories he got every summer as a kid. There aren’t any summer camps for university students—or none that he knows of—so why not become a camp counselor and hope it’s just as fun as being a camper.

Sugawara trained him his first summer. They already knew each other from when they were younger, so it was easy to reconnect. By the end of the first summer, it felt more like best friends going to camp together instead of being camp counselors. Maybe it was because Y/N has gone there for years and already understood the basics of most things. The next summer, they’re paired up again, and things are just as fun. But then Sugawara leaves because he’s graduated and got a teaching position, so he no longer has the time during the summer to be a camp counselor.

Administration decides Y/N is ready to train someone after only two years of being there, even though they usually wait until someone has been there for four years. It’s just that anyone with eyes knows he can train someone since he and Sugawara always divided responsibilities evenly, sometimes switching who did what. He’ll never say he can do it alone, because he can’t, but he wouldn’t be completely helpless if left alone.

Kousaka, the camp director, sent out emails about things people needed to bring and who was being paired up with who. They’re getting five new camp counselors, which is a little lower than normal. (Their average is 10 new ones every year, so it’s not too much lower.) Y/N doesn’t know if the slight drop is because summer camps may not be popular anymore or people don’t know about it. Whatever it is, it’s fine because they have enough counselors for the number of campers they’ll have.

The beginning of assignments happens about the moment you get to the lodge with your things. Cabin assignments change every year, even though he wishes they didn’t. His first year as a counselor he had cabin five, which is near the pool, where there are actual toilets, but the next year they put him near the lodge (that he can’t break into to use the bathroom). He crossed his fingers and silently prayed that he’d get the cabin five again, even though he doubts it a little.

He opens one of the side doors to the lodge and walks in. Not all the tables have been put out. Only two, probably for people to do paperwork if the line gets too long. However, about no one is in there right now. He adjusts his duffle bag over his shoulder and looks for Kousaka.

“L/N-kun!” Kousaka calls out, and he looks over at the staircase leading to her room. Her, her daughter, and the nurse are the only ones who stay in the lodge. They really only use the building for inside activities, the cafeteria, and the nurse’s office, which became fairly big after a flu outbreak several years ago. (Thankfully, Y/N hadn’t been there for that.)

He hurries over to her, knowing she has roughly 40 other people to talk to and so much more to do. “Kousaka-san, how are you?” he asks, and she smiles. She had pulled her black hair into a bun, but it’s slowly graying with gentle streaks. She doesn’t look old, though. There’s not a single wrinkle on her face.

“I’m doing well. A bit stressed, but you know how it is the first couple days of training,” she says, and he chuckles.

“As well as every day of training and camp.”

She laughs a little, her smile fond. “I have everything where I usually do, so if you’ll follow me.”

The process of getting everything sorted out isn’t hard. He’ll fill out a couple of things, go to the nurse for a physical, and then get his cabin key. Later on, there will be rosters of all his campers and anything else that isn’t important enough to happen from the beginning.

Kousaka hands him a couple of forms to fill out, shooing him off to a table to do so, and then gives him a key when he gets back. “It’s Cabin 16, which you know where that is,” she says, and he nods, internally groaning since that’s the farthest cabin from the lodge. “And you’ll be training someone this year, which I told you over email. His name is Miya Osamu.”

“That name sounds familiar,” Y/N says as he fidgets with the cabin key.

“He went here for two summers when he was really young,” she says, and Y/N nods. Most likely knew him from then, but only having a name doesn’t mean he’ll remember. “He’s really sweet, but seems to be a bit quiet.”

“Is he already here?”

“Yes. He’s with the nurse, doing his physical, which you need done as well,” Kousaka says, pulling out another form for him. It was just the physical form. “Have him wait for you and you can bring your forms up together.”

Y/N nods. “Alright. Will do,” he says before picking his duffle bag off the ground and heading to the nurse’s office.

For once, there isn’t anyone waiting in the hall. He either got here really early this year or “late.” He assumes early since Kousaka still has so many counselor folders out. The nurse’s office is in the basement at the end of a never-ending hallway. Several twists and turns in order to get there. If he hadn’t been here before, he would’ve gotten lost with the number of rooms there were. Some used to be dorm rooms, but after kids kept sneaking out and breaking into the kitchen, they stopped letting them dorm there.

The guy who walks out of the nurse’s office is tall and his shoulders are broad. His hair is black and messy, like he’d been running his fingers through it repeatedly. His outfit is normal for summer camp—khaki shorts and T-shirt, but his shirt has a volleyball reference on it. He’ll probably love the volleyball competition they have by the lake and in the pool.

“Hey,” Y/N says when he was close enough he doesn’t need to scream. The guy looks up from his phone at him. “Are you Miya-san?”

He nods with a small smile, as if he’s been caught doing something he wasn’t meant to. “Yeah. I’m Miya Osamu, but everyone calls me Osamu.”

Y/N nods. “I’m L/N Y/N.” He stops walking once they were near each other. “Everyone calls me L/N.”

Osamu chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “Sorry, it’s kinda a habit since I’m a twin,” he said, and Y/N smiled a little. “People tend to think I’m just really friendly.”

“Are you not friendly?” Y/N teases, and while some would panic slightly, Osamu doesn’t. He just chuckles. He’s probably used to any form of teasing if he’s a twin. “Also, I’ve never met a twin before, which I bet you hear that a lot.”

“Ya’ve got no idea,” Osamu says. It’s easy talking to Osamu, which Y/N isn’t surprised by. He finds talking to people to be easy. This is just different. Osamu turns his head, looking over his shoulder, and points at the nurse’s office with his thumb. “Do ya need to get your physical done?”

Y/N nods. “Yeah. Kousaka-san asked for you to wait with me so we can go back up there together.”

Osamu nods. “Sounds good to me.”

Y/N goes to set his stuff down before looking at Osamu. “Is it alright if I put my stuff here while I’m in there?”

“Course,” Osamu says with an amused smile. “I’ll guard it with my life.”

Y/N rolls his eyes, but he smiles with him. “You don’t need to go that far, but thanks.”

Osamu motions for him to hurry. “Hurry, I wanna check out our cabin.”

It’s easy being paired with Osamu. Y/N doesn’t have an issue talking to him, and it seems like they’re always on the same page. They’ve already planned several pranks they’re going to pull on their campers. Something Sugawara never let Y/N do, even though he wanted to as well. They probably never did it because Sugawara doesn’t know how to be subtle with the majority of things and would’ve taken it just a little too far.

Y/N likes hanging out with Osamu. He never finds himself getting annoyed and having to wander the woods to cool off. (Which only happened once with Sugawara after a long, extremely hot day where no one was in a good mood. But still, it happened.) He’s really happy that Osamu is his co-counselor.

There are three days until the campers show up, meaning they’ve known each other for almost two weeks now. They’re in their team building group when Osamu sits next to Y/N, scooting his chair closer to Y/N. He’s said it’s to make sure everyone knows they’re friends, which Y/N finds endearing. He just hopes that Osamu means that and it’s not just a joke.

“Alright, everyone has had time to get to know their co-counselors,” Kousaka says as she stands in the middle of the chair circle. “I’ve got some worksheets for bonding questions. Nothing intense. Just asking each other some questions, writing their answers, and bringing it here tomorrow. It’s not a grade. I just need to see you’ve done them.”

Y/N knows they’re only doing this because there are counselors not getting along. He has his suspicions, but he’s not 100 percent certain of who, though. He’ll have to ask Akaashi later since Akaashi seems to always know everything. He literally writes things down in his notes app so he doesn’t forget.

They pass papers around, and they get through the rest of the group talking about scenarios of what to do when campers aren’t getting along. Then they’re sent back to their cabins to get ready for dinner and night meetings after. The bonding exercise worksheet sits comfortably in a folder in his backpack, along with Osamu’s. Osamu forgot to pack his folder before lunch, meaning Y/N got to carry around the paperwork.

“Didja look at what was on the worksheet?” Osamu asks as they trek past everyone. Y/N really hates that their cabin is the farthest away from the lodge.

“Nope. We can look at it when we get to the cabin or after night activities,” Y/N says, and he grips the straps of his backpack. “I imagine it’s nothing intense. Probably get to know me questions, like favorite color.”

Osamu chuckles. “Yeah, you’re right.” It’s quiet for a second. “Who do ya think is why we’re doin’ it?”

Y/N looks at him. “Okay, so I’m planning on asking Akaashi-san later, but I have a feeling it may be Kageyama-san and Oikawa-san. They’ve been at each other’s throats. I don’t know why they’ve not been assigned to different counselors.”

“Thank, God. I thought I was just imaginin’ the tension,” Osamu says, and Y/N shakes his head with a small laugh.

“No, it’s definitely there, and it’s suffocating.”

“How many more bonding exercises are we gonna have ‘cause of them?”

Y/N looks back at the path ahead of them. “Too many.”

It’s late once they’ve gotten back to their cabin, and Y/N is ready to just belly flop on his bed and sleep until his alarm goes off at 6 A. M., but he doesn’t get that privilege since they have several things they need to fill out before meetings tomorrow. So, he plops down on his bed, the wooden frame creaking a little.

“Me too,” Osamu says, and he’s not sat down yet. He’s putting his stuff up first, which is apparently because his twin—Atsumu—isn’t necessarily messy, but he’s driven Osamu to become organized. “But we’ve gotta get things done first.”

“Wanna do everything for me?” Y/N asks, and Osamu rolls his eyes with a laugh.

“And suffer? No thanks.”

Osamu pulls his folder out of his bag. (It was the first thing he grabbed before they left for dinner earlier.) Then he’s pulling out pencils and pens. Y/N doesn’t even want to open his bag. He doesn’t want to do anything but sleep. But he slowly opens his bag, though, only because of Osamu.

“Wanna do the bonding exercise worksheet first?” Osamu asks, and he’s pulling it out of his folder. “It says we’ve gotta be somewhere we both feel comfortable, though.”

Y/N’s eyes light up. “Do you think Kageyama-san and Oikawa-san are at the volleyball net at the lake?”

Osamu looks at him, and he has that smile that says exactly what Y/N is thinking. They should go see. This is the only time that Y/N likes that they’re in this cabin, since it’s closest to the lake. The only issue with going to check is that the lake is at the bottom of a steep hill that’s terrible to walk up and down in the daylight. (Kageyama and Oikawa are probably down there anyway because they’re both ridiculous.)

Y/N is shoving his folder back into his bag and getting up while Osamu just grabs two pens and his folder to put in his bag. Then they’re out of the cabin, hurrying over there. From the top of the hill, they see several lights on, meaning someone is definitely down there. Y/N can’t hear anything, though. If they walk down the hill with their flashlights, they’ll definitely get caught. There’s no way in hell either of them will walk down the hill without a flashlight.

After a minute, he hears what sounds like a ball hitting the ground. “I thought you weren’t going to use that serve!” a voice yells, and Y/N is pretty sure it’s Kageyama. Yeah, they’re down there.

“Wanna go down there?” Osamu asks, and Y/N looks at him. His face is barely illuminated by their flashlights pointed at the ground. “Or do ya want to go over to the amphitheater?”

“Amphitheater,” Y/N says without a second thought. “I need to see what talent you’ll bring to the talent show this year.”

Osamu rolls his eyes. “I’m gonna blow yer socks off.”

The walk isn’t long, but it’s done in silence. It’s mainly because the path can be so difficult to see so they want to focus on making it without getting hurt. There’s also the fact that they’re out past curfew. Maybe if they say it’s because of the bonding exercise worksheet, Kousaka would let it pass. Also, it’s not like Y/N minds the silence. He just finds it nice being able to do this with Osamu—hang out. It’s funny because he never thought sneaking around would appeal to him.

“We’re here,” Osamu says, and the amphitheater is poorly lit from the one light pole there. There aren’t many around the camp, but there’s one here because of how many kids apparently kept getting hurt from being there in the dark. “Let’s get to bonding.”

Y/N grimaces a little. “Please don’t say it like that.”

“I’ll say it however I want,” Osamu says, and Y/N rolls his eyes as they find somewhere to sit. “Alright, question one: What do ya wanna do with your life?”

“Damn, that’s a heavy question,” Y/N says with a slight laugh. “What do I want to do with my life?” He looks over into the darkness for a moment. “Travel. I have a friend traveling the world right now, and he’s never been happier.”

“Good answer,” Osamu says as he writes it down, his handwriting sloppy from not being able to hold the paper down.

Y/N takes the flashlight from Osamu, shining it down on the paper for him. “What about you?”

Osamu looks up at him, and his face is fully illuminated now. His gray eyes are such a stark difference from his black hair right now. “I wanna open a restaurant.”

Y/N’s eyes widen, because he wasn’t expecting that answer. He’s not sure what he thought Osamu would say. He has a vibe about him that makes it hard to pin down exactly who he is.

“What kind?” Y/N asks, and Osamu takes the flashlight from him so he can write.

“Onigiri. Maybe other stuff in the future, but right now, that’s what I wanna make,” he says, and Y/N can’t look at him while the flashlight is shining at him because it’ll hurt his eyes. He wants to look at him. He finds that he never grows tired of looking at Osamu.

“You’ll have to cook for me sometime,” Y/N says with a smile, and Osamu chuckles.

“Come to Osaka, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

Y/N looks down at the next question. “Why did you decide to apply? Make sure to give at least two sentences.” He lowers the flashlight a little, and Y/N looks up at Osamu. “You got an answer?”

From what Y/N can see behind the bright light, Osamu looks embarrassed—shy? It’s a strange look on him. He’s not sure if there’s a reason that’ll call for embarrassment.

“I… I was lonely,” Osamu says, and Y/N is quiet. What is he supposed to say to that? Question him on why or remind him he needs two sentences? “I’ve told ya how Atsumu went pro this last year, and I thought it’d be fine, but we weren’t talkin’ as much as we used to. And then I saw a photo of us when we were kids here and thought ‘might as well’…” Osamu falls quiet. “I thought comin’ here would help me not feel so lonely.”

“Did it?” Y/N asks, not writing anything down. “Make you not feel lonely?”

Osamu nods a little. “Yeah. It did.”

It’s quiet for a moment, crickets chirping around them and the flashlight no longer being pointed at anyone but instead pointed at the ground. Y/N knows if he looks up, the stars will be vibrant, even with the shitty light pole that actually needs to be replaced, but won’t since they don’t have the money.

“What about you?” Osamu asks, and Y/N can merely only see the outline of his currently. “Why'd Ya come to camp?”

There’s the reason Y/N tells himself that he missed it, which is true. It’s a valid reason, but it’s not the reason he supposes.

“Life is really fast paced,” Y/N says, and Osamu just stares at him. “I got really burned out two years ago, and everything was just tiring. Then I came across a picture of Suga and me from camp when we were kids, and I remember being tired back then, but it was a fun tired.” He pauses. “I think I just wanted to experience that tiredness again.”

“Do ya think everyone’s reasons are as sappy as ours?” Osamu asks, and Y/N chuckles a little.

“No, but I imagine we’re not the only ones.”

The crickets chirp around them, and Y/N likes it. He likes the nighttime atmosphere. He likes that he gets to share it with Osamu, who hasn’t written Y/N’s answer down, just like Y/N hasn’t written his answer.

“So, what’re we gonna write down?” Osamu asks.

“I wanted a change in scenery, which camp brings me,” Y/N says as he takes the flashlight from Osamu to shine it on his paper. “Just make it two sentences.”

“I dunno how,” Osamu says after he’s tried writing the beginning of the sentence three times. “Uh. Life got chaotic and overwhelming, so he looked back on the past at camp. He thought that chaos would be better.”

“Works for me,” Y/N says, and Osamu takes the flashlight from him. “How about I write: He missed camp and all the friends it brought him. So he came back to make more?”

Osamu laughs a little. “Terrible, but great.”

Y/N pouts slightly as he writes. “I’m trying to not give away all your secrets, Osamu.”

Osamu doesn’t respond at first before he quietly says, “Yeah, I know. Thank you.”

“Okay, now, question three. Will it ask us to share childhood trauma?” Y/N looks at question three. “What are your hobbies?”

Osamu laughs a little, and Y/N joins in with him. It’s funny how that’s the question after two vulnerable questions. After a few minutes, their laughter dies down as they breathe. Osamu looks at him.

“Wanna head back to the cabin?” he asks, and Y/N looks around them for a moment. He looks at the wooden benches that make up the amphitheater, the shitty lamp post that needs a better light, and the “stage” that’s only the ground itself but is the focal point.

He looks back at Osamu with a soft smile. “Sure, but you better have the coolest hobbies ever.”

He sees Osamu’s smile, the same one he had whenever he said he’d protect Y/N’s duffle bag with his life. “I’m gonna blow ya away with my hobbies. Just ya wait.”

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shoverse · 2 years

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baby, i'm jealous {ii}

once again, starring my moots @https-celestial-blessing @https-hades-inferno @https-its-robin

a/n: oh god i haven't written in two months help me-

haikyuu! various x gn! reader

MIYA OSAMU glances at you talking up a storm with one of the customers. he's not sure who you're talking to, but he sure is making you laugh a lot. a little too much, if he's being honest. maybe he should go over and- oops. he probably shouldn't be rolling rice while...distracted. oh well, he'll just make some again. he tosses the ruined rice in the trash, and starts again; a little more careful this time...okay, he'll admit, maybe his onigiri does look a little off, but isn't he allowed to do that; that kid hitting on his lover? he walks over and practically slams the food down on the table. 'your food,' he grabs your waist, 'my lover.' he looks confused for a second, then his eyes light up. 'oh! you must be miya, right? y/n's told me about you. i'm atlas, nice to meet you!' 'hm. whatever' he stalks off, head held high, leaving you with him.

KUROO TETSURŌ sits parked outside your workplace, whistling a tune while waiting for you. he lights up when he sees your familiar figure stepping down the stairs, but looks confused at the person walking next to you. he jogs up the stairs to you, waving as he does. he quickly catches up to you. 'hey darling! and...who might you be?' he forces a smile. the stranger glances up at him. 'hello! i take it that you're dating y/n? it's nice to meet you! i'm brooklyni!' lyn grins. your boyfriend seems reluctant to respond. '...hello.' he mumbles, then looks over at you. 'anyway, i've made a reservation at {favourite restaurant}, and we gotta go!' you grin apologetically back at ace while he drags you away.

TSUKISHIMA KEI glares, annoyed, at someone he doesn't know. apparently you know them, though, since you're talking to them. he waits for you to finish talking, but you don't. he watches you grab, whoever that is? he watches you grab their hand and run over with them. 'kei!!' your voice rings out, 'meet my friend robin!' 'hey, i'm robin.' a grin rests on their face. '...hello?' his face remains unchanged you sit down next to him and start up conversation with ace again. he waits until ace leaves, but he still looks annoyed. 'kei, what's up?' 'nothing.' 'hm.' you know something's up. hell, you know what he's annoyed about. 'oh well, guess i'll just call robin again.' 'don't- i mean, i don't care.' and, oh, that just confirmed your suspicions. 'i mean, i was just gonna tell them about what a wonderful boyfriend i have, but i guess if you don't want me-' 'that's okay, i guess.'

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hnswritings05 · 1 year

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•～ Sleep ～• (Miya Osamu)

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Pairings : - Miya Osamu X Male!Reader

Genre : - Fluff

Summary : - You found your boyfriend sleeping

(Hello guys, this is basically time skip when he already owns an onigiri shop. And I'm writing this for fun because I'm bored, so i hope you guys enjoy it 🤠)

this is very short btw

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You dried your hair, you just finished showering and now you feel a little hungry (reader gets home late bc of his work btw). So you go to the kitchen, planning to go grab some food in the refrigerator. As you were walking, you came across your lover who is sleeping on the couch. His back was facing you, and he was wearing your black shirt that seem a little oversized to him and his shorts. You smiled, walking up to him and patting his head before leaving a peck on his forehead. You heard him hummed in his sleep, light snores left his mouth as you squealed internally.

'So cute..!'

You continue to stay beside him, completely forgot about your hunger. He then turns his body to you, still in his sleep. You kept on playing with his hair, you watch his face crack a little smile. You smiled softly at him, you wonder how can this amazing man who works an onigiri shop is your boyfriend. "Hmm…" he hummed, before his eyes slowly opened. "Ah, sorry. Did I wake you up?" You apologize, as he blinks for a bit before he shooks his head. You glace at the clock, '11 p.m.', it was pretty late and you both had work tomorrow.

"Go to bed love, I'll be there in a minute," You said, pecking his lips as he nods silently. You go to the kitchen, pouring water into a cup before drinking it. You saw that Osamu was still at the couch, as he just looks at you. You decided to just sacrifice your hungry stomach and eat tomorrow morning before going work. You goes to Osamu, grabbing his hand to make him stand up. Although the male was half-asleep so he can't stand properly and he leans agaisnt your chest as support.

He snuggle his head on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your middle, feeling comfy at your warmth. You then pick him up bridal style, and bring him to your shared bedroom. You slip him under the covers, and you do the same too but beside him. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he snuggle your chest. "i love you…" he suddenly breathe out, as you smiled softly and pecking his forehead.

"i love you too."

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lemme know what you guys think :)

–Hns.

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years

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Mistaken Identity

Osamu x gn!reader

You wished you’d paid more attention now. Telling your friend about the handsome boy that you literally ran into over the weekend when you walked through the door of a coffee shop, knocking his drink all over the front of his shirt before insisting on buying him a new one while your face blazed with embarrassment. He had agreed, but only if you joined him at the table outside he was originally heading for to have a drink with him now. He had been the sweetest, a perfect gentleman even after the mishap you’d caused when you met, and you hadn’t looked at the napkin he left on the table until he was long gone, with just the name Miya and a completely unreadable phone number.

Your friend had insisted she could figure out who it was, demanding information, and you knew what he told you, whether or not it was true. He talked about playing volleyball, he talked about food, and the goofy things his brother or teammates had done, but you couldn’t name much else about him. You thought you would know him if you ever saw him again, but it’s not like you were getting your hopes up either. The chances were a long shot.

When your friend found you a week later, swearing she found him, you couldn’t help but feel like it was too easy. She swore she overheard him talking about the incident with other members of the school’s volleyball team, and you couldn’t get her to cancel the meeting if you wanted to. But that was what led you here, sitting across from a face you remembered very well, but you felt like was something was off. He was flirtier than before, and kept bragging about how good and athletic he was, and your eyes kept dragging up to his poor blonde dye job. What caught you off guard the most were his eyes. They were the same color you remembered, but they weren’t the same. This was him but it also wasn’t somehow. And that thought made you feel terrible, because this was the face you’d been thinking about for the last week, wasn’t it? Had you romanticized the first meeting too much? You weren’t even sure anymore.

“Sorry, what position did you play again?”

“‘M the setter. Basically the most important for everythin’ to run smooth.” You smiled and nodded but you could feel your brows furrow in response, hadn’t he said before that setters were too cocky? He chuckled, almost like he was reading that thought in your head, “This might sound stupid, but we haven’t met before, have we?” You bit your lip, but he nodded with a grin, “Naw, it’s okay, I can tell my responses have been off, ya know? Yer friend heard me talkin’ to the guys, but I wasn’t tellin’ them about my weekend.”

“She said-“

“She said I described it the same ya did when ya told her, right?” You nodded, still confused, “I wasn’t tellin’ ‘em my story. I was sorta just makin’ fun of ma brother.”

“You’re the twin…” You muttered, more to yourself than anything, understanding finally coloring your tone.

“Ah, so ‘Samu told ya ‘bout me, huh?” The faux blonde sighed, rolling his eyes, “Prolly mostly stuff about me annoying him, right? Bet he was afraid I’d steal ya.” He winked, sending a smirk your way before he laughed, “Kiddin’, I was gonna tell yer friend she had the wrong guy, but I wanted to see the person that had my brother so smitten.”

“I knew something was different when I saw you.” You confessed, “I just couldn’t put my finger on what.”

“What was yer gut sayin’?”

You bit your lip, was it stupid to be honest? “Your eyes. They’re different than I remembered.” He snorted, the laugh was so similar.

“That’s definitely not what most people notice at first. But ‘Samu was ranting about how you were special.”

You felt the heat creep up your cheeks, even though you weren’t someone that got embarrassed, but hearing him say his brother thought that of you did the job. Suddenly you groaned, “I don’t know if I can ever bring myself to look him in the face again now.”

He just shook his head, “Don’t ya worry too much, ya hear me? He doesn’t even know about us meeting today, so ‘s not like he’ll think ya planned ta meet me instead of him.”

“It’s not that. I-“ you could feel your face grow a little redder as you mumbled, “I couldn’t remember enough about what he looked like to even describe him accurately. So she found you- and I’m sorry, what the hell is your name?”

He just laughed, “‘m Atsumu, and my brother is Osamu.”

“So Osamu is the one I ran into…hypothetically-“

“No hypothetical about it, I’ve already taken care of it.” He smirked, shifting to his feet before waving at something over your head, “Hey! Weirdest thing, this lovely person just started talking about how they met someone that looked just like me. Would ya know about that, ‘Samu?”

You stiffened, a similar voice snapping back, “What are ya runnin’ yer mouth about, piss hair?”

Atsumu just snorted, “If that’s how ya wanna be, I’ll just take this date with Y/N then.”

The footsteps you heard coming suddenly stopped, and you could almost feel his stare at the back of your head and you cursed yourself for not running as soon as you realized you met the wrong brother today. Slowly, almost painstakingly, you started to turn around before Atsumu just groaned, stomping over and dragging Osamu to stand in front of you. “Hi, ‘Samu.” You muttered shyly.

“Y/N. So ya found the better twin, then?” If his voice had sounded smug, you would’ve believed he meant finding him. But it sounded almost defeated, and you realized he thought you liked Atsumu more. Your hand snapped out, grasping his wrist as he went to turn away.

“I did. Last week. But then I couldn’t read his number through his chicken scratch and had to resort to my friend eavesdropping on the boys’ volleyball team, only for the okay twin to set us up right.” You could feel how hot your face was getting, praying that you weren’t making a mistake, “I remembered him talking about the food he wanted to make like a spark was burning inside him, I remembered him talking about the stunts his brother pulled with a fond exasperation, and I remembered the way his eyes showed their interest when he asked me questions no matter boring my answers were. But as much as I remembered, I couldn’t for the life of me picture his hair color, or his height, or typical things someone remembers about a person because I didn’t care about any of it. What made him the better twin was his personality, and his humor, and his conviction of what he wants in life. And I really, really hope he feels the same way I do so I’m not making a complete embarrassment of myself right now.” You shifted your eyes to stare at your feet, waiting for a response that didn’t seem like it was coming.

“Osamu, aren’t you gonna-“

“Beat it, Tsumu.”

“Excuse me!?” The setter squawked, “After what I did for ya, yer just gonna-“

“Me and Y/N have a date we need to do,” your head snapped up, seeing that fond look back in his eyes, “So head home. I left dinner in the fridge for ya.”

Atsumu grinned, saluting the two of you before making his way down the sidewalk. You smiled shyly at the grey haired brother, “You made him dinner?”

“Not exactly.” Osamu shrugged, “But I made food earlier, and I don’t care too much about him eatin’ it if it means I can stay here with ya.”

“I would really like it if you stayed, ‘Samu.” You chuckled at the flush that hit his cheeks when you said his name, “But maybe when you leave me this time you could put your number into my actual phone? I haven’t learned how to decode your handwriting yet.”

He groaned, but he was smiling, and maybe the mistaken identity wasn’t so bad if it led you this.

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#haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu osamu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x female reader #osamu miya #osamu x reader #atsumu miya

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