#everything I write for Samu is self indulgent

[sashimiyas]

Snapshots

Summary: Osamu asks you during an interview where you see yourself in five years. It’s everything you’ve wanted and so much more.

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: fluff; coworkers to friends to lovers; Osamu is reader’s boss for a moment but there’s no power dynamics; self-indulgent

A/n: my midnight meltdown in just a little under 2k words; now i can hopefully study in peace; p.s. osamu i love you

“So where do ya see yaself in five years?”

The question comes by no surprise, and you pull down the sleeves of your blazer to cover the lower half of your palms, fearing the imprint of sweat you might leave on the table.

An apartment sounds nice. One with flowing curtains and a permanent scent of jasmine. You’d love to own a bike by then too so that you can ride around on your day off. Attach a basket and then you can do all your groceries and exercise at the same time. Hopefully you’d end up with a sound sleeping schedule independent of caffeine. If it’s not too much to ask.

“Content,” you surprise yourself and your interviewer it seems. It’s not the answer you rehearsed but it’s an honest one. You look at your hopeful new boss and there’s something about his gaze, an understanding that blooms solidarity, that brings you peace. His gray eyes soften when they meet yours, sure to assuage whatever nerves you’re revealing, but this is the most sure you’ve been in the span of the thirty minutes. “Content and hopefully paving my way to be happy.”

He smiles. You watch him jot a quick note. The pen scribbles with a final flourish and he looks back at you.

“I like that.”

Osamu’s an amazing boss, but he’s not perfect.

“Samu,” you whine into his office once the lunch rush dies down. He lifts his head up and at the sight of you, his hand immediately rushes to file through his unruly hair.

“What’s up?” he asks after a sigh, facing defeat as he places the Onigiri Miya hat on his head.

You display the schedule he just posted on his desk, “you have me working Friday night again. I requested the day off, remember?”

“Oh shit,” he says though it hardly sounds sorry.

“I have a date, remember?” You’re busy pointing at his calendar to witness the way he rolls his eyes, “I even wrote it down here.”

“What are ya doing writing down on my calendar with my pens?” He pulls one out to brandish it right at your face. You slap his hand away but he simply points at the sticker pasted on its edge, “says Samu right here. Means these pens are mine.”

“Oh congratulations, you can read your name but you can’t read my little note? What are you? Five?”

“Think the answer to that one is ya boss.” He looks a little too pleased with himself that you can’t help but laugh. It’s always been hard to stay mad at him, especially with the way he teases you whenever you ask him to get the backup takeout containers you can never reach and how he never says anything when you take an extra two minutes of break on your rough days. He’s even driven you home a couple of times when the rain gets bad. So what if he sometimes forgets a couple of things? You’re lucky enough to have a boss like him.

“Fine, I’ll reschedule.”

“I owe ya one.”

He happens to accumulate a lot of favors in your three years of working at Onigiri Miya. From staying a little extra to coming in when someone calls out sick but even then, you’re indebted to him.

You fold your apron up in a methodical practice one last time and you walk out the door with arms full of gifts and flowers to celebrate the new chapter in your life. Osamu locks the door while he holds your balloons and you laugh at the sight.

“You look silly,” you explain when he turns around. He eyes the bundle of goods overflowing in your hold, cards and bears and flowers and the leftovers of a shared cake.

“Ya do, too.”

“You’re just jealous they love me more than they love you.”

“Not jealous,” Osamu immediately says and you find yourself speechless. You expected the banter that’s become effortless, the mild flirting that’s harmless at its core. Teasing is just a sign of platonic affection and you’ve already agonized over it, analyzed how he interacts with you in comparison with the others, and you’ve found no difference.

“Ya deserve every bit of it,” he cocks his side to the side and unlocks his passenger door. Then he throws the balloon into the backseat before plucking some items from your hands. “Come on, I’ll drop ya home.”

It’s not a question but even if it was, you know your answer.

When he gets to your door, he places the car in park. You look over the console and find him ruffling his hair again. His palm frisks through, grabbing the longer pieces and then letting them fall in a wave.

The reflection of moonlight shines a silver gleam in his eyes. You go to grab your things. He helps.

“Thank you, Osamu,” you say but the words can’t seem to bear the weight you want them to. He’s given you so much, this job, this family, the bike you’d been saving up for. He’d been your boss and your friend and he’s taught you more than just knife skills or to always keep a towel in your back pocket. But with your things all piled into your arms, and his engine flipping over into an eager hum, your apartment light buzzes on, waiting for you. So you leave it at that because at the very core, it is still gratitude.

“Hey,” he calls once you get one foot out. You turn, albeit ungracefully. His head tilts, opens his mouth only to lick his lips, presses them between his teeth, and then he gathers a breath. “Are ya content?”

You smile because the question comes by no surprise.

“Yes.”

“On ya way to being happy?”

“Yes.”

He smiles back the same way he did then, “good. Keep in touch, will ya?”

The promise is easy with your new job only a couple blocks down. You bike your way to work so you have more time for lunch. You’re greeted with an uproar. The cashier hugs you over the counter and the busser bumps hips as he passes by. You’re busy talking about your first week at the new job that by the time Osamu ducks his way past the cloth partition, you still haven’t ordered.

“Look who missed us,” Osamu beams, “ya can’t stay away, can ya? I’ve got an extra apron in the back.”

“Yeah right. I’m ready to be treated with first class service.”

You sit at the bar right in front of him, cashier and busser out of your mind because he’s who you actually came for. His hands spread out on the wooden top and the sight before you, something so familiar, is novel from this point of view.

You get to witness the way his hands curl around the edge of the bar, the inner skin of his arms displayed in a way that’s enticing. You want to touch but before you can act, he starts making your order unprompted.

“They treating ya right over there?” He asks offhandedly, eyes on the ball he forms between his palms.

You sway in your seat, “yeah.”

“Ya happy?” He makes sure to meet your gaze when he asks the question. He even stalls his movements, focusing all his attention on you.

“Not as happy as I was here,” ducking your eyes low when his stare becomes too intense, you play with your straw, “but we’ll get there.”

“Good.”

He offers you a plate of your usual. One bite brings you home and with the sight of your smile, Osamu turns his back to you. He rustles around, probably packaging some to-go orders while still keeping you company. You’re halfway through your meal when he speaks up again.

“They give ya Friday nights off?”

You laugh, “yeah, unlike you.”

A breeze riles you up momentarily. You groan, clutching up the meager sheets within your reach and you curl into them. A palm lands on your shoulder familiar in warmth and in size. You hum even when it tries to shake you awake because comfort is all that you find.

“Time to get up,” a voice says in your ear, “I’ve got ya tea for ya.”

So you wake.

To the sound of rustling curtains, ones permanently scented by jasmine.

He rides over a pothole the same time you’re gulping water.

“Osamu!” you sputter. You whip your wrist to rid yourself of the excess liquid but little can be done to salvage your drenched shirt. “Look what you did!”

“Oh shit,” he says but he hardly sounds sorry. He takes a glance every couple of seconds, a muffled laughter escaping every time he does.

“It’s not funny. I could have died.”

“Would have saved ya. No worries.”

You roll your eyes and snatch the towel he likes to keep around his shoulders to clean up your mess, “doubt it.”

“Would have. Besides,” he taps at your chest, “I like the view.”

“You’re driving!”

“Maybe we should switch?”

“Osamu, smile!” He stares right at the camera, a blank expression on his face and holds up a peace sign in front of a backdrop of the Northern Mariana Islands.

You look at the end result, disappointed, “really? You don’t even look like you’re enjoying vacation.”

“Yeah I do,” he double taps your screen to zoom in on his face, “my eyes obviously look cheery.”

“Are you even happy?”

The question makes him serious. He takes your hand in his and pulls you in, “course I am.” Then with his other hand, he grabs your phone and flips to your front camera, “let’s take a shit ton of photos and make Tsumu jealous.”

He holds the circular button down and it bursts. As you rifle through, you notice that next to you, he is smiling.

Osamu picks up a stray stick. He breaks it in half, then in half again. Then he throws the pieces one by one over the hilltop. When he’s done, he slides over the plates and basket that keep you away from him until he can weasel his way into your lap. Hands fall to his hair. You ruffle the strands, pulling the long edges up so they can softly fall back.

“You know,” you start, now tracing the edge of his ear. He twitches so your finger retreats to his temple, swirling a circle then jotting a line down to his jaw, “I’ve never asked you. Where do you see yourself in five years?”

“Interviewing me?”

You respond coy as ever, “maybe.”

“What position?”

“Whatever’s open.”

He closes his eyes and envisions it. Snapshots of a future. A marriage sounds nice. So does a house near Ma’s. Family dinners no longer have to be so disjointed and he can actually have a spare room for Tsumu finally though sometimes his brother deserves the couch. Maybe a new car too that doesn’t struggle uphill and can hold the weight of more than two people. He likes the idea of another food truck but only if you’re willing. He’s not as greedy as he once was.

Osamu looks up at you and the answer is obvious.

“Happy,” the skyline view from the hilltop is beautiful, but the two of you are more entranced by each other’s gazes. “Always happy.”

You smile.

“I like that.”

#reina.writeshaikyuu!! #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #miya osamu fluff #haikyuu fluff #osamu x reader

[anxious2dsimp]

Helping a socially anxious s/o | Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Osamu & Kuroo

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Pairings: Atsumu x Reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Osamu x Reader, Kuroo x Reader.

Reader: Gende Neutral and socially anxious!

Format: Drabbles

Warnings: Talks about social anxiety and anxiety symptoms in general (at least from my experience), cursing, but other than that comfort and fluff!

A/N: This is sooo self indulgent!😅 but since I had no request I figured I’d write something for myself bc I lowkey needed the comfort & I imagine this scenarios in my head whenever I’m struggling with my anxiety :) probably gonna check this tmrw bc I’m sleepy

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Atsumu:

Your personal hype squad.

Will try to make you feel as comfortable in your own skin as he can before you head out to anything social bc he knows how draining it can be

“Baby yer so stunning ya know that? ‘Am so happy a’ get to go to this thing with ya,” Atsumu says with his signature smirk once you step out of the bathroom in your party outfit. However, he can instantly see the doubt in your eyes. You barely manage to smile back with a wobbly grin, the blonde taking it as his cue to walk over to you, retrieving his hands from his pockets. “We’re gon’ have a great time, gorgeous, a’ promise ya that much. We’ll get to have a nice night out,” he says, his eyes softer and genuine as he takes your hands in his, and moves them to loosen you up, “get to dance a bit, relax, and we can come back when ya get tired.” You sigh, a giggle escaping your lips at him wiggling your arms as if you were dancing. You’d ask if it was a promise, but you already knew it was, so instead you tug him closer and press your lips against his. “Thanks, ‘tsum,” you say, your heart more at ease with his kind words as an inevitable smile tugs at the corners in your mouth. He hums happily in response, and as he pulls you into an energizing hug before heading out, you wonder how you got so lucky. Little did you know that despite everything, Atsumu’s always wondering the same thing.

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Iwaizumi

Will be constantly checking on you and keeping you grounded when you’re in a social setting.

He knows how overwhelming it can all get, so he’ll always let you know he’s there :)

You couldn’t tell at what point the group conversation you were in had become overwhelming, the conversation and laughter echoing in your mind louder each time. You started looking around, desperate to find something to focus on to bring you back, but every little thing seemed to make the feeling worse. It felt like you were spiraling, rolling down a hill faster and faster, a knot forming in your throat knowing that if you didn’t hold on to anything soon you’d crash. Suddenly, a warm hand squeezing yours snapped you back to reality from your panic, your head turning quickly to meet a pair of worried olive eyes. He shot you a soft, knowing smile, immediately aware of what was wrong. Without exchanging a word he hugged your waist from behind, leaning his head on the crook on your neck. “I gotchu,” he whispered as his scent filled your nostrils and his embrace started pulling you back to reality. You just smiled, leaning into his touch and kissing his cheek. To the others it was just a mindless gesture of affection from your boyfriend, but you both knew, he was your anchor. Whether it was a hand on your back or an arm around your shoulder, he made it so you always knew he was there, so you wouldn’t have to bear the storm alone.

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Osamu

Uses food to encourage you. Pavlov’s quaking.

Gets you out of social situations when they’re too much & embarrasses Atsumu while he’s at it lmao

You shot your boyfriend a pleading look from your seat beside him. You were out on a dinner with work friends but it drained you so quickly you just wanted out. He gave you a knowing look before staring at his phone quizzically, excusing himself from the table. When he returned he grabbed his jacket and put down enough money to cover your orders. “Sorry everyone, we gotta go. Atsumu shat his pants and he needs me bring him clean ones,” he said with his usual unbothered expression, only you noticing the amused sparkle in his eye, “let’s go love.” You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing at the excuse, holding the hand he offered. You quickly said goodbye to everyone, who still looked slightly appalled, and left. Once outside you looked at Osamu with your best puppy eyes. “I know we left early, but can I still get the special onigiri you promised to make me?” He sighed in return, a lazy smile adorning his face as he lightly kissed your knuckles. “Ya gave it a good effort, so yeah,” he complied as you smiled giddily. “You know ‘Samu, Atsumu is gonna kill you if you keep making stuff like this up,” you told him, earning a shrug from the grey haired male. “It makes ya laugh though don’t it? As long as it makes ya feel less bad about yer limits a’ won’t stop, he can bear it,” he confessed. He’d do anything to make you as happy as you make him.

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Kuroo

This guy has trained for this his entire life by being friends with Kenma.

Reads you like a book, & is great at negotiating to get you to come out of your shell the right amount.

“2 hours,” Kuroo said, his unwavering gaze locked on yours. “That’s so long though,” you whined, your stomach twisting just at the thought of having to socialize with strangers for so long. “You can sit through my ‘lame’ movies, you’ll be fine,” he says using air quotes to refer to the lame part, a confident smile on his face from his sound argument. “But the movies don’t make me anxious or stressed,” you pouted, trying to convince your bf to stay in instead of going to the event. “Fine, hour and a half and I promise I’ll cuddle you till you feel better when we come back,” he offers, stretching his hand out for a handshake to close the deal. You sigh, shaking his hand as you agreed to the conditions, he always managed to do it. “Thank you babe, it means a lot that you always make the effort,” he says with a dashing smile, his hand coming up to cup your face. “I’m sorry you always have to be persuading me, maybe you should just leave me behind,” you say truthfully, suddenly feeling defeated. “Don’t say dumb stuff like that (y/n), if anything it’s part of the fun,” he confessed with a cheesy grin, earning a light chuckle from you. “But seriously, I love you, so I’m doing this for your sake and mine. Going out wouldn’t be the same without you,” he said truthfully as he gently pulled your face towards him, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. You were grateful for him, he knew your limits, and just how much to push you for your own sake.

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[kissingsamus4head]

hi lovely!! ok first off, congrats on 100 followers !!!! you genuinely deserve it and a million more, because your writing is absolute heart eyes. can’t wait to see you grow more and more <333

i hope it’s okay to still request! like i said, i love your style of writing, and was wondering if i could ask for letters k, o, and w for oikawa and osamu? i hope it’s not too much!! feel free to write for only one or other if it is :)

lots of love and kisses, mwah <3

akdnsk tysm!! this means so much!!! im cherishing everything about this ask sm samu n tooru are my FAVS ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚

osamu —

k. kiss- are they a good kisser? what was their first kiss like?

is always so in tune with you, always knows just what’s going through your head and how to cater to it. his kisses are full of self indulgence and warmth that they’ll make you want to curl up beneath a blanket with him and never leave. he’s not one to be showy and loud about his affection but he doesn’t really need to be with the way he looks at you.

o. on cloud nine- what are they like when they’re in love? is it obvious for others? how do they express their feelings?

osamu takes his feelings seriously, he just doesn’t have it in him to date casually— and so he loves with commitment. he’ll have this air to him that makes it seem like things have completely slid into place for him— almost like he’s suddenly aged 30 years over night. when he decides that you’re it for him he’s not afraid to sit you down and run you through what he sees for the next few years and work it out with you.

w. wild card- random fluff headcanon

he talks in his sleep, and he can’t even hide it because his words are just so clear and so well pronounced. most of the time it’s dream induced nonsense or swears at his brother but occasionally you’ll catch something that sounds unmistakably like wedding vows slipping out. there’s no use in trying to fluster him about it either, he’s unashamed and manages to turn the tables with a slick comment about how he’s just preparing himself for your wedding day.

oikawa —

k. kiss- are they a good kisser? what was their first kiss like?

Tooru Oikawa’s kisses are, to put it simply, utterly dreamy. He’s the type that’s able to make you feel like the only person in the world with nothing more than a look, nevermind a kiss. he’s got a flare for the dramatic, kisses in the rain, on the beach underneath the stars, in front of an entire stadium after a game; and he loves to pretend that he walks away from them just as cool and collected as he was when he went into it but, truthfully, they make him just as jelly legged as they do you.

o. on cloud nine- what are they like when they’re in love? is it obvious for others? how do they express their feelings?

In-love-tooru-oikawa always has the biggest, goofiest grin on his face that would look out of place on most, but it suits him so well it seems like it’s been there forever. he’s a menace, an absolute nuisance, because he not only wears his heart on his sleeve but he plasters it on the side of a blimp and parades it around the sky for everyone to see. he’s so proud of you, so absolutely enamored with you that he feels it would be a crime to keep it from the rest of the world.

w. wild card- random fluff headcanon

He gossips and chats with animals and babies like they’re another communicative person. If the two of you end up with either--or both-- of them, you’ll wake every morning to find him in the kitchen telling them all about what he thinks of his friends new relationships, or updating them about whatever current event he’s taken interest in. Oikawa ends each day by coming through the door, giving them a pat on the head and asking “well how was your day?” It’s hard to tell whether or not he’s really aware of what he’s doing, but its so absolutely endearing it’s not like you’d ever risk pointing it out and ruining it. 

#🧸100 followers ! #Oikawa x reader #osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #Oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa hcs #osamu hcs #oikawa headcanons #osamu headcanons

[televisionboy]

Omg please could you write something with Liebgott sharing his foxhole with reader?

Forgive Me If I Romanticize The Past

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Authors note: unedited, short, and just kind of a mess (but kind of enjoyable idk) ENJOY AND THANKS FOR REQUESTING MY LOVE!! Now I’m off to sleep

“You’re too close to me, Liebgott. Get on your side of the foxhole”

This was not how you imagined spending Christmas Eve, not cramped in a foxhole with a cocky man who was only used to beaches and warm sun. “Goddamn, why are your panties in a bunch today? Who hurt you”

He turned to you, cigarette dangling so far out of his mouth that it was on the brink of falling out and lighting up the whole forest. You really did try to stay in a foxhole with anyone. Even Webster. But for some goddamn reason, Nixon insisted that you stayed close to the line with Joe.

“My own expectations, Joe”

You had mentioned that Christmas for your family was surrounded with a huge ham, almost a million presents. But most importantly, dancing. And the first Christmas without it made you snippy to no end. “I could give you a strip tease dance and lighten the mood” he bumped shoulders with you and took another drag of a stubby cigarette.

You didn’t respond to the half assed joke. Just looking straight ahead. You wondered if your family was crying and praying for you or if they were too excited to wait until the crack of dawn to open gifts. They probably were going to enjoy roasted potatoes, colorful cooked greens, a smoking hot ham. Nobody paying a second thought to where you were in Europe or what you were doing. But even the most self centered man on earth couldn’t help but flick his precious cigarette and rest his eyes upon your shivering body. He took in the way you were on the verge of sobbing, the memories flooding your brain, and that was all it took for him to scoff and shake his head. To pull you close to his chest.

“It gets better kid” he brought you to his side for a hug, mostly for warmth.

All you could do was just freeze. Joe Liebgott? Giving you a hug and reassuring you? Everything about the moment confused you but you stayed still in his grasp. “No it fucking doesn’t. Everyone told me it would get better but I don’t think that people are going to stop getting killed anytime soon and I don’t think we’re able to go home by tomorrow for Christmas Day”

“So eager to prove me wrong” you just couldn’t even muster up a response to him. Four forty five am was too early to be arguing with stubborn California boys. There was an ache in your chest that couldn’t go away. So you let it be there, and you embraced it, and embraced the night. Sitting here with a man who just comforted you but usually would torment you.

You asked for a cigarette, looking over at him while he was already looking at you. And you both sat there, smoking until five in the morning. Both of your shoulders touching, nervous hands. You kissed him in the darkness of the early hours. He couldn’t stop smiling.

Slowly trying to get you to forget the past memories of your childhood for one night, trying to get you to indulge this man you’ve known for a year. And instead of wondering if your parents were somewhere back home praying for your safety, you focus on Joe.

And how he touches you like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.

#band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers headcanons #band of brothers imagine #joe liebgott #joe liebgott x reader #joe liebgott imagine #joe liebgott smut #joe liebgott angst #joe liebgott headcanons #joe liebgott fluff

[tsumuki]

comfort crowd

feat. miya osamu 

genre/s: fluff to angst 

a/n: this kinda sucks, all i write is angst im sorry. very very self indulgent im sry. kinda inspired by “comfort crowd” by conan gray

for as long as you could remember, you were in love with your best friend. how could you not be? from him kissing your scraped knee when you fell off your bike, to the way he would comfort you in your darkest moments, he was always there. you don’t remember a time you looked at him and didn’t feel your heart flutter. 

you were a masochist though, and never dared to tell him. the certainty of staying friends always overrode the risk of trying to be more. so you locked your feelings away, deeming them a burden to your friendship. 

but the way he looked at you as you laid under the stars, sneaking out at the ungodly hours of the night because he “couldn’t sleep”, you couldn’t help but keep that sliver of hope alive. 

“god i miss her” 

his words snap you back into reality, school. having lunch at school, him sitting across from you. you felt your heart tinge at his words. 

he was referring to, his now ex, girlfriend, who he recently found cheating on him. as much as you wanted to laugh, leap with joy at the possibility of having him again, and tell him “you told him so”, all you really wanted was to take the pain away. to bring the brightness in his eyes, even if you weren’t the reason for them. 

you take his hand in yours, meeting eyes with him. “you’ll be okay. it’s been what, almost a month?” he nods his head slightly, you smile, “almost one month closer to happiness again, right? plus you know i’d do anything for you, i’m always here” 

“anything?” he pushes on, eyebrows raised in curiosity. you nod with a smile resting on your cheeks because it was true, you would do anything for him to not feel the hurt he didn’t deserve.

his slight laughter warms your heart and he meets eyes with you again, this time just staring. you feel your cheeks heat up as his eyes are locked on your face. 

“stop staring at me, you’re gonna make me fall in love with you” you stutter, trying to play as a joke.

“what if that’s what i want?” 

you feel your body freeze. what did he just say? you look up with wide eyes, trying to comprehend what he just said. he laughs at your expression, leaning in closer, moving a piece of hair from your face. 

“tell me if you want me to stop” he whispers as he continues to slowly close the gap between your faces, as you lips brush against each other, 

“HEY what’s going on here?” you hear atsumu’s voice, followed by suna reenacting vomitting noises. you hear osamu curse under his breath, leaning back into his chair, gumbling toward his brother. 

the day ends. you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened at lunch. would this change your friendship? what if he doesn’t want to talk to you after that? oh my god, did he know you had feelings for him? 

you snapped out of your thoughts as you feel someone’s hand take yours. 

osamu. 

he smiles as he greets you. he quickly takes his hand back again after he realizes you haven’t said anything. “i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. i-i just-” 

before you could react, you took his face into your hands and pulled him in for a kiss. he drops his bag as he melts into the kiss as well. the heat from your cheeks spread through your body as you feel him bring you closer with his hands on your waist, deepening the kiss. 

for a moment, time really did stop. this is the feeling you’ve always yearned for, the itch you couldn’t scratch, it was all happening. you both pull away, out of breath to meet eyes. a smile spreads across his face as he leans his forehead on yours.

you close your eyes, sighing contently, taking in the moment, the moment that osamu was fully yours. “you don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to do that” you say, catching your breath. 

“me too” is all he says as he brings his hands to cup your cheeks, pecking your nose. 

wordlessly, he takes your hand in his and starts your route home, but takes a turn in the opposite direction last second. you shoot him a confused look and he flashes you a smirk, “let’s take the long way home”

you feel your feels heat for what felt like the hundredth time this night, as you nod and he pulls you into one of the best nights of your life. 

once you arrive at your house, he pulls you to face him, pulling you into another deep kiss. you smile against his lips, taking this last moment together for the night. once you pull away, you take his hands in yours, looking down. 

“look osamu, i’ve liked you ever since we were kids and now that you’re here, doing this, i-i’m just so happy-”

he cuts you off with another kiss, smiling as he pulls away, “you talk too much” he says with a chuckle. you hit his shoulder lightly and watch as he feigns being hurt, stumbling backward. 

“now get inside, i’ll see you tomorrow morning” he nudges you toward the door. with a final smile and wave, you open the door, planting a kiss on his cheek before entering and shutting the door. you close your eyes as you comprehend the events of today. 

he was yours. years and years of waiting, yearning, wishing he’d return your affections were finally happening. 

you couldn’t help squeal into your stuffed animals that night like a teenage girl in those cheesy romcoms. you sigh happily as you let yourself fall into a slumber, remember the feeling of his lips on yours, wanting nothing more than to wake up the next morning to see him again. 

when the morning arrived, you were ecstatic. jumping out of bed to do your hair and makeup, something you never usually did, but today was different. today you were osamu’s girlfriend. 

once you’d finished getting ready, you check your phone to see a text from him, 

samu <3: early practice this morning, won’t be able to pick you up

you frown slightly, but dismiss the text, knowing you’ll see him at school. you pack your bag and head on your way. 

once you arrived to the school, you see osamu, sitting on the bench with his back toward you. you feel your heart race as you make your way to him. for a moment everything seemed perfect,

but that moment ended when you see him embrace his ex girlfriend, pulling her in for a kiss. 

your world stopped, but this time not in a good way. you see the way his lips melt into hers, just like they did with yours last night. you see the way his eyes sparkle, something they’d lacked after your kiss. you felt like the air from your lungs had been knocked out, making you nauseous. you put a hand on your chest, trying to make sure your heart was even still beating. 

as he intertwines his fingers with hers, kissing her forehead again, you watch him take out his phone. soon you feel your phone vibrate as you quickly take it out.

you shut your eyes before you read it, hoping it was your mind telling you to wake up from this terrible nightmare. but as you opened it, you heart drops as you grip your phone. 

samu <3: thanks for comforting me last night, you’re a great friend. 

#omg this is trash im sorry #osamu angst #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagine #osamu smau #miya osumu #osamu smut #osamu fluff #atsumu x reader

[some-kindofgnome]

question of the night: what are your HQ faves drinks of choice? what kind of drunk are they?

omg cee this got... so out of hand lmao HERE WE GO you asked so i am gonna tell you 

literally everything there is to know about my favourite drunk HQ boys 💖 

w: drinking/intoxication, some drunk kisses and taking care of drunk people 🥺

Bokuto: okay this is multi-faceted because I FEEL LIKE bo’s favourite drink is like a strawberry daiquiri. especially if it’s the kind that you bring home in a can and blend up yourself. It’s soooo sweet and delicious and he’s also just not the type to get caught up in whether or not that’s an embarrassing thing to like drinking or not. so that’s definitely what he’ll have if, like, anything goes.

If he’s, like, out at a restaurant or at someone else’s place for a party, he’ll go for a cider. Maybe something sweet, like blackberry or cranberry cider if he can get it?? I hc that Bo has a big sweet tooth in all areas tbh.

When he gets drunk, everything that makes Bo… Bo gets amplified. He will speak louder and louder the drunker he gets, until somebody mentions it to him. Then he gets self-conscious and will whisper for the rest of the night. His body runs hot like a radiator when he’s drinking AND he needs everyone around him to know how much he loves them and how happy he is that they’re hanging out with him.

By the end of the night, he gets all needy and clingy, laying sloppy kisses on you at every possible opportunity. He definitely needs a babysitter to make sure he doesn’t get in bed with his shoes on and will keep up a consistent, low ramble about how much he loves you and how good you are to him until he passes out in the pillows and snores louder than he ever has in his entire life.

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Akaashi: akaashi sits on the opposite end of the spectrum. Contrary to what many people like to write about him I think he DOES drink on the reg, even if it’s just, like, a drink here or there when he has to take work home. Either way, he definitely strikes me as a wine guy. Loves to pour a nice sweet red, definitely NOT picky about drinking it out of a wine glass or not.

Akaashi is a BIG FAT lightweight, though. It only takes him, like, two glasses of wine to start feeling really woozy. Not that you’d really be able to tell, unless you took a good long look at him. Akaashi pegs me as a really high-functioning drunk who just sort of bobs around the party with his cheeks flushed and eyes a little hazy, liking the way the wine makes his head buzz pleasant and soft.

I think he gives in a little more easily to affection that would normally make him clam up a little, if that makes any sense. Like, if you go in for a hug he’s gonna lean into it a little more than he usually would. He might actually hold onto you for a little while longer than normal, too, turned just a little clingy when the wine lowers his inhibitions.

But by the end of the night he’s definitely the one you can still rely on to put you safely to bed. he’ll be well sobered up by then and, even if he rolls his eyes, would half-drag you all the way home through the snow if it meant making sure you got home safely.

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Atsumu: OKAY this is another kind of complex one. I have the feeling that when Atsumu goes to a party or like goes drinking with friends he orders beer. Beer all the way. Cheap, shitty beer, whatever they’ve got on tap, blah blah blah. And he likes it fine, it gets the job done. Maybe it bloats him a little more than he’d like and sends him to the sticky bar bathroom to piss one too many times a night, but it’s better than standing at the bar and ordering

what he’d rEALLY LIKE TO BE DRINKING which is a cocktail 👀 I think he would be into cocktails that don’t taste like they have alcohol in them honestly aldfjlskdfj I don’t think he likes the taste of most hard liquor so he would want something with like lots of peach schnapps or like fireball with apple juice, whatever weird house drink the bar served with like a thousand different mystery ingredients to mask the taste of the cheap vodka in it.

Atsumu is a MESSY drunk too, like stealing-drinks-off-the-bar, shouting across the table, laughing SO loud and slamming his hand on the bar so hard it knocks over the cocktail peanuts. he also gets like, horny and REAL flirty, but in the dorky way. Inhibitions GONE. Dumb pickup lines ENGAGED. He’ll also like, get the pickup lines wrong which make them even more nonsensical.

If he’s been wanting you in ANY capacity, if he’s so much as LOOKED TWICE at you before, you’re gonna know after sharing a couple of drinks with him. He ALREADY can’t be trusted with keeping secrets, but after a night of drinking there’s no WAY. Oh ALSO he and his brother BOTH turn beet red after exactly one (1) mL of alcohol. so you know it’s affecting them when they’re flushed from chest to forehead.

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SPEAKING of Osamu, he is the one fucking respectable idiot who likes his liquor NEAT. He’s got that sophisticated palette, and I have a feeling he’s a really big wine enthusiast too (and like- know how to pair it with food really well, etcetc) but his idea of an indulgence at the end of a long day is like… a good single malt or like a fucking butterfly pea flower gin with nothing in it.

And he’ll stand there in the middle of a party drinking THAT or drinking his fucking sophisticated-as-fuck cocktail, like an Old Fashioned or a Negroni like it’s no big deal. Just don’t make the mistake of trying to make conversation by asking him what he’s drinking, because he will never stop talking.

I think that’s definitely the most distinctive feature of drunk ‘samu is that he just.. runs his mouth. Constantly. He’s not particularly boisterous or sloppy (like his brother) and he’s capable of like… having an intelligent conversation, he just never shuts up and will ramble enthusiastically about anything you can get him onto. Drunk Osamu is a lot friendlier than normal with that telltale (adorable) drunk flush about the tops of his cheeks, his nose, forehead, neck and ears.

He’s also really affectionate and loving with you if he’s had a couple. It’s still that cute sort of quiet, loving affection, but he’s not shy about PDA at all when his inhibitions are down. He’ll come up behind you at a party and put his arms around you, rest his chin quietly on your shoulder and kiss your temple. He’ll take your hand and pull it into his lap if you’re sitting next to each other, eyes trained on you with the MOST loving smile touching his lips. He’s a simp for you every day, but it shows extra hard when he’s drunk.

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[babiedeku]

dessert | m. osamu

i’ve been meaning to write for osamu for a lil while now and then i came across @icyhotvolleyboys​‘s post about osamu and yea here is my lil take on it! just thought i’d post a self indulgent thing.

warning/s: nsfw and suggestive language

the quarantine and whole lockdown was something that neither you nor osamu enjoyed the first few days that it was implemented by the government, dampening both of your moods.

today though, osamu decided to try out the ramen recipe he had stumbled upon on one of the websites he’d been looking through, making everything from scratch. he wanted to make a little date night dinner since you’ve been trying to cheer him up since the whole virus had stopped him from going to his favorite farmers markets.

“‘samu,” you said, a smile already on your lips as your eyes gazed hungrily at the meal in front of you. “is this what you’ve been slaving all day in the kitchen for? this looks amazing!”

osamu gave you a small smile, heart swelling at the praise you’ve already given him. “yeah, you’ve been cheering me up lately and I know you’ve been craving for ramen. gimme your thoughts on it though, okay?”

he knows that he’s an amazing cook and that the food he whips up would always come out amazing, but it’s your opinion that he seeks out and values the most, because he wants you to be part of everything he makes for his shop and for the meals he cooks at home. 

osamu’s meal was interrupted when the heard the most sinful moan fall from your lips, the sound shooting straight to his dick. looking up, he saw that you had a blissful expression as though you’ve just had the best orgasm of your life. a blush bloomed across his cheeks with the lewd thought.

letting out a pleased sigh, you gave him the sweetest smile. “babe, this is - ‘samu, honey, are you okay?” 

his entire face was burning, his dick hard and straining against his sweatpants, and his mind already thinking of the different ways he can make you let out another salacious moan like that - osamu was pretty sure he could have you moaning and begging for him with just his fingers. “yeah, but  i think i wanna skip ahead to dessert.” 

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