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[afyrian]

my bisque beau ~ osamu m. x reader

main m.list / playlist status: completed continued in: a kneading kiss

a new restaurant moves in next door and the construction and customers quickly overtake your store. the cozy feel of the shop and your class start dissipating and you worry your longtime customers will agree. despite all this, the owner finds the time to show you that his store, and him, are beyond beneficial for you. and he may just be right…

tags: restaurant owner, pottery shop owner, slight rivals to lovers, slight slow burn warnings: will have smau moments, pretty much mostly written, mentions of food/eating, financial concerns, chapters switching between osamu and y/n taglist: comment/dm/ask box to be tagged

chapters: teaser grievances and clay love food critic the key to my heart shelter and food, the essentials yearning for prosperity or love don’t worry, it’ll be perfect three mugs for one love, unadulterated love yeah this is it

extras: trinkets with love anonymous flowers

[novaimperia]

★ texts with childhood friend!osamu

warnings: timeskip!osamu, pre-relationship, fem!reader, fluff, angst, mutual pining, some toxic behaviour?, two idiots in love and clash because of it, don't hold it against them :(

part 1, part 2, part 3

[saturns-satellites]

KITA GETTING TO SAY IT 😫

[iwaaizoomies]

osamu fucks you on call (ex!bf, breeding, dub ish? not rlly?)

osamu miya, owner of a popular onigiri store, has got a thing for the newly employed cashier— you.

you show up to work in tight little tops that do nothing to shield your body from his imagination: he wonders just how tight you are down there.

with a store as small as his, 2 workers are more than enough to conquer rush hour. no way it’s intentional when he goes behind you and “sorry— just have to get something,” neither of you say anything about the hard outline of his dick that pulses against your clothed pussy.

it takes 2 weeks for him to fold. his brother thought it’d take shorter but the fact that your toxic boyfriend decided to cheat on you now out of all time, he can’t help but thank god.

“come on, baby, pick up the phone,” osamu teases, his cock rips into you, leaking pre-cum as he bends you over the cashier counter.

the store closed an hour ago. an hour ago, he overheard your ex greeting you at the door with insults and degradation that you don’t deserve. now, “let him see just how gorgeous you look when i cum inside you, doll, go on.”

your trembling fingers somehow manage to land on the green receiving button, and the reaction is immediate— the caller begins to speak, but before the entire word can be finished, he pauses— osamu smiles wider at his expression: mouth open like a goldfish, eyebrows slowly drawing up in disbelief. “what the fuck are you doing?” he asks, tell-tale anger evident in his voice. “fuck—! o—osamu i’m gonna cum!” you don’t really register who you’re talking to, but he chuckles, pace rampaging up until you turn into a crying, shaking mess below him, orgasm no doubt following, he picks up the phone, hips thrusting roughly until even your ex can hear how it echoes in the empty stall, “i’m gonna put a baby in her.”

[sunassweetheart]

“Triple Trouble” The Series

Chapter 1: 1st Year

The Miya twins have always been protective of you your whole life. They were always by your side and taking care of you as their own little sister. So when you entered your first year at Inarizaki High, they only became more protective over you. It was like wherever you went, they were there too. They always seemed to find a way too creep into your life. Not that you minded, you just found it ironic since they always claimed that you were the nosy one.

You would be in your classes, just writing in your notebook when you heard familiar giggles coming from in the hallway outside the classroom. As soon as you looked up, you saw both your brothers laughing and messing around outside. You put your head onto your hand and just looked back down at your work, trying to hide your own giggles.

Atsumu and Osamu had begged you to try out for the girl’s volleyball team in fall but you never did. You decided to pursue other things instead like art and music, things like that. The first time you showed them a painting you made for one of your classes, they laughed because they genuinely believed you were joking that you made it yourself. They insisted on putting it up right in the living room above the TV screen so everyone would be able to see it. Sometimes it’s hard for them to be so sure you’re actually related to them and share the same genes. You wonder the same thing sometimes.

Overall, your first year of high school was a little rough but it was nice having the twins around all the time. They always helped you with your homework, gossiped with you and helped you figure out your personal problems, and spent all the time they could with you outside of school. Osamu forced you to go to every one of their games. You didn’t mind as long as you brought a few friends and could stop by the concessions. Going to their games was also how you met Suna. You saw how easy it was for him to get along with the twins and you admired him a little for it. He started getting used to seeing you at games and would always say hi.

The twins invited you to go with them and Suna to get food after their game. He was a second year student, one year behind the twins, and one year ahead of you. They seemed to all be pretty good friends and that’s what made it so easy to get used to his presence. After a while of hanging out with the three guys, you all got closer even outside of volleyball. You noticed how Suna would always watch out for you in school and wave or give you a small smile in the halls.

-

The school year went by fairly smoothly. By time you got used to the rhythm of high school, you realized how well you were doing. You did well in your academics and had really discovered yourself. The twins started to treat you less like their little baby sister and more like an actual teenager now. They teared up when they saw you dressed up for formal events because they knew you were growing up and weren’t still just a little baby anymore.

You started to become much more independent and that’s when your dynamic with the boys changed. So by Atsumu and Osamu’s graduation, it was a mess of tears and happiness all at the same time. The twins had forced Suna to keep watch over you during the next school year which made you laugh even though you’d soon find out they weren’t joking.

-

Over the summer, you’d spent most of it with the twins and Suna. You all became so much closer then you already were, wanting to make the most of your time together before Atsumu and Osamu’s went to college. You guys did everything together. You all stayed up late to watch movies together, had bonfires with the rest of the team, and swam together while playing chicken fight. The twins would always go together, claiming their twin power would make them win. You would always sit on top of Suna’s shoulders and be partners with him. You’d think it would be easy for the twins to beat you but they would end up arguing and throwing each other into the water instead.

It truly was one of the best summers ever. Luckily for you, the boys were spending their first couple years in a close community college which made it easier for you to get used to the change. It was still weird though, knowing you wouldn’t be able to see them during school or hear those same familiar giggles down the hallway. So you really tried to make the most of summer.

It was late August when everything changed. With the boys getting ready for school, you had to confide in someone for now. It was just a matter of whether the decision of ‘who’ was a good choice for you or not.

A/N: I’m aware this is superrr short but I just wanted to do a small introduction for the first chapter before getting too into it, lol. This is also supposed to be more of a flashback/back round info thing. I hope you guys enjoy this bit and are excited for the next chapters to come! I’ll be posting every Monday!!

tag list: @haechansbbg @smellysluna @nishinoyaismycutie

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[clawsdevour]

his first crush

wc: 1.2k content warning: ur atsumu's first ever crush and he's all nervous and shy and silly!, fluff, atumu x reader, not proofread

note: this is for that one anon req!! im sorry that i chose to write atsumu instead of hoshiumi b/c genuninely i'm still not very familiar with hoshiumi as a character!! T_T but i still hope you enjoy this!!!!!

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“The girls are gonna practice alongside us this whole week, you better behave” you overhead from the back. A familiar voice jogging through your mind while you attempt to look back to see who said that.

It was Shinsuke Kita, Inarizaki’s boys volleyball captain. He was explaining the current situation the girls’ gym was in and why you were gonna be sharing their courts to the Miya twins who’ve stopped by at your class.

A recognizable blonde behind his grey haired twin was trying to sneakily look through your class. His eyes squinted and widened in excitement the moment he found out where you sat by the window. 

Atsumu had a big fat crush on you and everyone on the boys’ volleyball team knew. The moment school started after summer ended was when you found out you had class with one of them. Meaning, that that person may update Atsumu your every action if they really wanted to.

When you transferred into Inarizaki last year, you were a complete nobody. Not in a way where everyone disliked you, but in a sense where you absolutely knew no one. That was until you tried out for your favorite sport, volleyball, and successfully made it onto the team! From there you met your fellow friends, and classmates that they introduced you to. That of course, also lead to Atsumu’s discovery being you. 

One day you stayed a bit longer in the gym where no one else was in building. You were practicing your serves, in hopes to get better before your next match. From the corner of your eye you saw a blonde man peak his head in, feeling his intense eyes resting on you, but too focused to look back. 

Your dedication towards volleyball and your team got you caught up in his heart. He only came to the girls’ gym to look for his trainer, but was swept off his feet by his first crush ever, you.

“Oh my god Samu, she sits right ‘der” you heard Atsumu loudly whisper from behind Osamu before leaving.

You weren’t annoyed or disliked the fact that Atsumu liked you. You thought it was kinda silly how he chose you to crush on, overall he was popular amongst the girls in Inarizaki. 

Either way you weren’t sure what the rest of the school year is gonna bring but you know it’ll be a very interesting year before graduation.

“Okay girls, remember to be respectful to the boys and their coach because they’re allowing us practice in their gym this week due to construction,” your trainer explained to your team. You’re all standing in front of the gym while your coach continues. 

A few girls in the back were gossiping about the Miya twins and how attractive they are while you smiled under your straight face, a bit excited to see how Atsumu will react the moment he sees you walk in.

“For the first fifteen minutes, you guys will be stretching and warming up together to get along since we’re gonna be in here for a while. The boys’ coach will be subbing in for me while I prepare atheletic sheets to hand out, got it?” A loud ‘Yes!’ roaring from your group. 

Your coach slides open the door, excusing your guys’ intrusion. The boys’ trainer walks over to the entrance to greet you all, the sounds of squeaking coming to a halt to follow behind their trainer. 

When you’re all situated in the gym, their coach is going through all the basic rules about his courts and shows you which one you’ll be practicing in as well as where the balls are kept. Everyone’s bowing and introducing each other, of course a small crowd around the twins as always. They both somewhat ignored the girls, waiting for their trainer’s next order.

“Please choose a partner to get warmed up with for 15 minutes before you both split off and practice in your teams!” yelling across all the chit chat, catching everyone’s attention before they all go off to pick partners.

You’re looking down at everyone’s shoes, knowing everyone’s either already partnered up or already searching for one of the guys. A few steps in, a pair of familiar shoes catches your attention while you look up. It was no else but Atsumu Miya.

“Um… HI! Do you need a partner?” A bit louder than usual due to anxiousness, his hand reaching out to you with the other scratching the back of his neck to calm his high nerves. His large hooded eyes inspecting you in your casual shorts and tee.

“Oh..! Sure,” gladly agreeing amongst the murmurs. His hand reaches out to yours, leading you towards the volleyball cart in the back to select your ball, trying to get away from the crowd that gradually dispersed. While choosing a ball, his piercing tension is so dense the pressure’s making you sweat in fear.

“How bout you choose? You probably know which one’s best!” Turning around rapidly, pushing him closer to the cart nervously trying to get rid of this awkward atmosphere you created.

“O-Okay..” turning his head to seek a ball that’s in good condition. His heart is pumping like crazy, he can’t help but swallow hard. He wants this to go well and to build a stable connection with you throughout the week.

The moment he turned around was when you started to get down to stretch. Taking your mind off that blonde to get all loose, thank god because he would’ve continued to stare you down while you were choosing a ball.

“Let’s practice over there,” facing you again with a wide smile, he’s pointing at the corner of the gym where it’ll just be you two. Everyone’s already finished stretching, either in line to grab a ball where the front of the gym was or peppering to get more warmed up.

You agreed and followed him, he’s walking so stiffly. Did he forget to stretch? You can’t help but have these random thoughts engulfing your mind while you analyzed Atsumu now that you get to see him up close. 

Blonde hair that so needed to be toned with purple shampoo, his brown hair growing in and peeking from the bottom. His tall and broad stature was attractive.. Not to mention his face. Him and his twin are highkey attractive, you had to admit.

“Pass!!” you shouted at him the moment threw the ball in the air. Somehow catching him off guard.

“Sorry about that. Kinda got the jitters, ‘er something like that. Ya know what, ignore that.. That was embarrassing” his pale face flushed a hot red in humiliation from what he just said. You tell him it’s okay and to continue, hearing him course under his breath.

To be honest, you thought that it was kinda cute that he had this more vulnerable and shy side to his tough guy act he always puts up. For once, he was the one who’s more flustered than even just a regular girl.  Before he began to practice with you, all you could think about is how this was gonna be a long but fun week.

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[recelestial]

when osamu gets drunk, it's like all rationality evaporates from his body. usually, osamu is a laid-back man, he's always present in the moment. that's why when you go out for drinks, you're absolutely bewildered by his behavior.

notes: mentions of alcohol/drinking, osamu is just a biiitttt tipsy, maybe ooc? use of y/n.

pairing: osamu x reader (gender neutral)

wc: ~550

after taking another shot, osamu swings his arm around you, pulling you into him. he starts showering you with endless kisses. you're shocked, to say the least.

osamu is not one to show this much affection in public. he loves in private.

"how'd i manage to win you over? hm?" he says in between kisses.

you giggle with his sudden display of affection. "i think it was your cooking."

he lets out a deep laugh, nuzzling into your neck and murmuring, "not my face?"

"that was an added bonus."

"ya know, y/n," osamu's words start becoming slurred the more he speaks.

"i like it when someone tells a funny joke and you try not to laugh. so then you purse your lips and then your face turns red. whenever that happens, you remind me of a tomato. i just think you're so cute when your cheeks are flushed." he rambles.

you burst out laughing at his words as it was so random. you turn over to see if he was laughing with you but instead, he looks dead serious. he truly meant this weirdly specific compliment. it surprises you how much he pays attention to the little things.

osamu takes his arm off your shoulder and accidentally knocks over a few fries. he immediately bends down, reaching to try and salvage the food. in the process, he ends up hitting his head against the sticky table. you wince at the loud bang.

"baby, it's fine, just leave it."

"but-" he exclaims.

you sigh and pull him back up to a seated position, much against his will. at first, it was cute. but now? your drunk boyfriend is quickly turning out to be a handful.

osamu's whole body slumps with the drop of a hat. he sulks at the fallen french fries. because he seems to be dwelling at the loss of food, you decide to pick them up. hopefully, this will prevent a sad and concussed osamu.

you get up. but before you can fully do so, osamu tugs on your sleeve. you turn your head back to face him.

"no stay. stay with me."

he gives you a pout, then brings your arm to his chest. he clearly underestimates his own strength, considering this maneuver plopped you right back in your seat.

"i thought you were upset about the fries?" you say, clearly trying to control your boyfriend's mood swings.

osamu doesn't even bother to reply. he rests his head on your lap, while the rest of his body sprawls across both you and the booth.

you look down at his face. it was illuminated by the different hues of purple and blue provided by the restaurant's lights. he gives you a sweet grin, and you feel a piece of your heart melt.

you take a sip of your drink, looking back down to find osamu asleep. you shake your head, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. you place a soft kiss upon his forehead.

you grab the rest of your drink and are left to dwell in your own thoughts.

maybe this is something you could get used to.

wait.

how would you get this man back home?

extras!¡ : osamu has been taking over my brain lately. this is js a little drabble, inspired by a headcannon i saw! however, not sure if i like this :(

[sahrberrii]

KISS ME OR WHATEVER ｡｡｡

↳ 「 osamu miya 」 ␥ 宮 治 .ᐟ

your brother’s best friend turns out to be the same guy you went on a date with a few weeks ago, sorry suna

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guys this took so long and it’s probably ooc i forgot how he texts but it’s whatever i like it

[xoxojisu]

"YOU'RE PREGNANT?!"

synopsis: you're pregnant with osamu's baby! you need to break the news to atsumu, but he somehow spoils it.. for himself?

notes: afab reader if that wasn't obvious

you and osamu had rehearsed this like three times on the drive over.

well, you rehearsed it. osamu just kept nodding and saying, “he’s gonna be loud either way,” which… yeah, fair. but this was a big deal! atsumu may have been chaos incarnate, but he was still osamu's twin brother, and you both wanted him to be one of the first to know!

so here you were, sitting in a booth at a quiet ramen place, the twins across from each other like always, bickering over toppings like they weren’t in their thirties.

“who the hell puts corn in ramen?” atsumu griped, making a face.

“people with good taste,” osamu muttered, not bothering to even look up from his bowl in favor of continuing eating. "corn in ramen's tasty. it's sweet and crunchy and buttery. yer just not refined enough to get it. got the taste buds of a toddler."

"it's actually pretty good! osamu put me on." you chimed in.

“he look like he is the corn in ramen,” atsumu grumbled. “fuckin' fatass. what, ya pregnant?”

you froze.

osamu froze.

atsumu… kept eating.

you and osamu turned to each other in perfect sync, wide-eyed, identical expressions of did he just..? before you could even stop yourself, you blurted:

“how’d you know?!”

atsumu blinked. “huh?”

osamu reached over to hit atsumu on the head with his chopsticks, not saying anything, just staring at him in disbelief.

"wait, what?" atsumu said, "hold on-"

"is twin telepathy actually real?! holy shit! samu, why didn't you tell me that he could fucking read your mind?"

“i- huh? what? wait,” atsumu stuttered, eyes darting between you two, hands raised in shock. “you thought i meant you-” he pointed at you. “you’re pregnant?!”

you nodded slowly, still stunned. “we were literally about to tell you.”

atsumu opened his mouth. closed it. opened it again. “what the hell, i.. i was callin’ him fat!”

“i’m not fat,” osamu hissed. “i’m-”

“i was makin’ fun of him! i didn’t think i had mind-readin’ powers! holy shit!”

“well clearly you do!” you exclaimed, gesturing wildly. “you just predicted a whole pregnancy announcement! twin telepathy is real!”

atsumu leaned back in the booth, looking like he just got hit with a volleyball straight to the face.

“yer seriously- like, for real- like- like, actually pregnant?”

you nodded again, this time with a soft smile. “yeah. just a couple months.”

atsumu stared for another beat before his face completely split into the biggest, brightest grin you’d ever seen.

“no freakin’ way! i’m gonna be a uncle?!” he launched halfway across the table, practically knocking over a bowl in the process. “holy shit, i was jokin’! samu, ya really did it, ya old sap!”

osamu groaned as atsumu pulled him into a squeeze. “let go of me.”

“never! i’m gonna tell everyone!”

“you’re not.”

you laughed, the moment finally settling into the warm, chaotic joy you’d expected from the start.

atsumu finally let go, eyes still sparkling. “i can’t believe i called it. like—psychic level. maybe i should open a side hustle. chicks would pay big money for a hot guy to read their fortune.”

osamu looked at you. “i told ya he’d be loud.”

you grinned. “he was also kinda perfect.”

“damn right i was,” atsumu said, already pulling out his phone. “now what’s the name gonna be? ‘tsumu’ is a gender-neutral option, just sayin’-”

osamu reached across the table and finally flicked him on the forehead.

later, after the chaos had simmered down and the three of you stepped out into the evening air, atsumu was quiet in that rare way that made you glance over to make sure he was okay.

you were halfway to your cars when he slowed beside you. “so,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “you, uh… got any pictures yet? like, baby ones?”

you smiled and pulled out your phone. “only one so far. first ultrasound.”

you handed it over and he took it a little too carefully, like he was afraid to drop it. the black-and-white image flickered faintly on the screen, and he just… stared.

he didn’t smile. didn’t joke. he looked at that tiny shape like it was the most real thing in the world. like it had just hit him, really hit him what this meant.

“that’s… them?” he asked, voice quiet.

you nodded. “yeah. that’s your niece or nephew.”

atsumu blinked. “they’re so small.”

you and osamu glanced at each other—your heart a little full, his eyes a little softer than usual.

then atsumu looked up, meeting your gaze. “thanks for tellin’ me. first, i mean. that you wanted me to know first.” he cleared his throat, suddenly awkward. “i’m… real happy for you guys. both of ya.”

“you’re gonna be an amazing uncle,” you said, nudging him gently.

he gave a little laugh. “yeah? little corn junior?”

“no,” osamu said flatly. “absolutely not.”

but you were smiling, and so was atsumu, and osamu had that small, quiet look he only ever got when he was really, truly happy.

atsumu looked back at the photo one more time. then, without a word, he stepped forward and hugged you. not a joking one. not a one-arm squeeze. a real one.

“i’m proud of you,” he mumbled. "this is crazy."

you hugged him back. “we love you, ‘tsumu.”

osamu snorted beside you. “gettin’ soft in your old age.”

“shut it, old man. i’m still prettier.”

they started bickering again as you all walked down the street—arguing over who had better genes and whether the baby would inherit osamu’s cooking or atsumu’s hair.

you stayed a step behind for just a moment. hand resting over your stomach. heart full.

this little one was already so loved.

..and also so doomed to a life of chaos.

but mostly? so, so loved.

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bf osamu things (time skip au)

[bokutoko]

ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ didn’t really have a favorite color.

it wasn’t until he saw you after school one chilly autumn day, your face lighting up with the question, “is that jacket new, ‘samu?”

he nodded—he didn’t think too much of it when he got it for his birthday, so he surely didn’t expect anyone else to notice. “a gift from ma.”

“i like it, it’s my favorite color,” you took in his full appearance, your eyes looking him up and down, “it suits ya.” a cackle escaped you at osamu’s flustered face, only growing louder with him grumbling, “shaddup.” osamu’s biggest tell was always his accent thickening, and you knew it.

as winter came, osamu found himself wearing that same jacket to and from school every day, ignoring atsumu’s relentless “whadda simp” comments, as a part of him hoped you’d one day be chilly enough to need his coat.

and when that day came, with his jacket hugging your figure as you nuzzled in his leftover body heat, osamu found it hard to breathe.

in that moment, he realized he’d found his new favorite color—yours.

a/n: sorry osamu if reader’s favorite color is pink😔 bro’s looking like pepto-bismol.

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[wordsofelie]

when you started dating atsumu, you didn't realise it meant getting to know not one, but two people. you've been together for a little over a month now and even if you haven't yet met osamu, you sometimes wonder which twin you actually know better.

logically, it should be your boyfriend, right? but then one evening, while cooking red beans, you pause and think, ‘ahh osamu probably wouldn’t love that seasoning’. that's when it hits you—your boyfriend has the habit of bringing up his brother way more than he’d ever admit. only a few weeks into your relationship and you’re already stocked with random facts like: “ya know ‘samu loves matcha cookies, but it's disgustin' right? chocolate cookies are just better” when you’re at the grocery store. and “those are 'samu's favourite snacks. he hit me once just 'cause i ate 'em. they're not even that good. he's such a dickhead.” when you're watching a movie.

every time, he insists on the fact that he likes the exact opposite of whatever osamu does. but you don’t say anything. because, well—deep down, you realise that's just his way of loving his brother, fondly and absolutely.

so when you finally meet the infamous osamu for the first time, you make sure to prepare him his favourite dish (too bitter to atsumu's taste), get his favourite beer (“'samu loves kirin, i prefer asahi!”) and even light a candle with his favourite scent (apple pie; even though atsumu would have chosen salty water).

“that's so good. how’d ya even know i liked that?” osamu asks, his eyes wide.

you steal a glance at your boyfriend, who’s completely clueless, and smile.

“hmm, just a lucky guess.”

[novaimperia]

★ a short slice of life with childhood friend!osamu and his best friend whilst they pass the time in his room all while contemplating what to do after high school

There have been many times Miya Osamu has questioned the universe. Once was at birth, when life had the gall to push him out after his dumb ass brother. Another time was when the one interest he had, that thing he shared with said brother, that filled up his days and urged him on, became less and less of a passion and more and more of a burden. And, of course, all the different times he’s wondered what past life he had lived to deserve you. 

What kind of horrors has he committed?

“Samu, Samu, look, I can get my big toe up my nose,” you say with a shit-eating grin and, true to your words, your toe in your nose. 

He nods half heartedly. “Well done.”

“Oh, come on, you barely looked.”

Groaning, you roll around on the floor and fight to straighten your limbs back out again. Osamu sighs and yanks your ankle down. You grin at him again. “Thanks…hey…”

“No.” He doesn’t even look at you to deliver the bad news. “Ice cream’s a reward and ya ain’t done nuthin’ to deserve it.” 

A barrage of hushed boos are hurled at him.

Having strolled in to his home like you owned it under the pretense of a ‘study session,’ you three have been doing fuck all in the twins’ bedroom. Of course, Tsumu is asleep, drooling on his pillow and snoring – just the mention of ‘homework’ or ‘exam’ has him dozing off. You’re not all that interested either, clearly, and it’s not as if he’s in a position to scold anyone; he’s far more interested in the plate of onigiri he’d made for lunch. 

It’s a little clumsily done, with the strip of seaweed ever so slightly off centre, but it tastes great. Not as good as his mother’s, but that’s a given. Maybe he needs to add more salt. Or try a new brand of seaweed. Or is it the rice? 

“Have you told him yet?” His eyes slide to his brother before it lands on you. The deadpan look written all over his face answers your question. Undeterred, you shrug. “He’ll get over it, you know. He’ll throw a fit and make it everyone’s problem, and you’ll, no doubt, get into yet another fight with him, but he’ll get over it. He will. He loves you.”

You laugh when he gags, unable to help himself. 

Why had he told you first, he wonders. It’s not as if he was looking to be talked out of his decision and if he was, he wouldn’t turn to you for that; you’re an enabler, a go with the flow and let nature take its course kinda girl. Maybe he wanted confirmation he wasn’t doing the wrong thing, that someone would support him, would understand even if they didn’t really.

“You’re totally wondering why you told me at all, right?” 

Scooting right next to him on the floor, you nudge his side. He hands you an onigiri. You don’t notice his watchful gaze, the subtle gulp, and then the relieved huff of breath when you make a ‘mmm’ sound. 

“Well, lemme answer your question, buddy. It’s ‘cause you wanted to show off that you have grand life plans, didn’t you? Mere, untalented mortals like me have no idea where to go from here and you exploited that for your own entertainment. Sigh, you’re just as cruel as Tsumu, ‘xcept he’s cruel on court and you’re mean off court.”

He can’t exactly argue against that – waiting and biding this time before he tells his brother seems stupidly unkind. But he’s a coward and that’s what cowards do. They hide the truth for as long as they can, waiting for a so-called ‘perfect moment’ that might never come. Still, even with that level of self-awareness, he refuses to take a step out of line, to venture somewhere he’s never before, to reach for something that might not reach back. 

“Yer gonna be fine, don’tcha worry ‘bout it.”

Insane as you are, there’s not really an ounce of doubt in his mind that you’ll manage. You always have. And even if you never find that thing that keeps you going, that guides you, then he can’t see why he can’t take on that role. He’s been that for his brother and for you since birth so what’s a couple more years?

Smiling, you lean your head on his shoulder. “Right back atcha, Samu. The three of us are taking different paths but we’ll never forget where we started and where we’re heading, for sure. We’re awesome like that.” 

Osamu thinks you might just be right. After all, how could you possibly be wrong about anything when your hair smells all floral and shit?

Wrong as it is to take comfort in the words you carelessly throw around, that’s all he can do. It’s those declarations of complete trust and faith in the strength of your relationships that spurs him on, that allows him to face his brother and look him in the eye on and off court. That enables him to keep his hands to himself even when you’re so close, even when you’re leaning on him like you know he’d never let you fall, like you might just feel the same way. 

And as for the crimes he committed a lifetime ago, he can’t find it in himself to regret; at least there existed a version of him that took what he wanted and never looked back. 

So, the confessions brewing inside of him, he smothers one more time and instead settles for, “Go wake my ugly ass brother and lesgo get some ice cream.”

[makkir0ll]

private chef! osamu x ceo!reader.

you hired him because you had little to no time to make healthy meals, living off of microwave ramen most of the time. incredibly unhealthy so you hired a private chef. you didn't see him often, only in the morning for a couple of minutes as you ate your breakfast and occasionally he would stand across the counter preparing your lunch.

you can't deny that he's cute, brown hair and big biceps that are constricted from his black compression shirt, the way his muscles are flexed every time he moves. his cooking skills are an added plus. you thank whatever angel is watching over you to give you such a hot man who can cook your meals. but obviously, you had to keep it professional but that doesn't stop you from ogling at him and he doesn't notice either so there’s no harm. (he has noticed.)

and he's not one to complain either. he particularly likes it when you come home late. hair in a messy bun, the first couple of buttons from your work shirt unbuttoned a little bit and at certain angles he can get a peek of the lacy black bra you decided to wear that day.

but his top favorite is when you come out of the shower on those late nights, dressed in your victoria secret silk pajama set, hair wet, and cheeks red from the heat of the shower. you smile softly at him as you take a bit of the dinner he cooked that night and he always falls to his knees weak at the sight of your smile rather than the usual scowl on your face due to the annoying people you have to deal with at work.

and when you fall asleep on the couch as he cleans up the dishes he freezes, he's never seen you so peaceful. would it be breaking boundaries to carry you to your bed? no he thinks, i mean you back would hurt if you slept here all night he justifies as he slowly picks you up and places you softly on your bed.

one day he will get to do that and sleep with you in his arms. but right now he had to plan out your breakfast for tommorow.

@cottonlemonade bc it’s infesting my brain

[kurooh]

would literally risk it all for muscly osamu...like when he has you trapped under him and he has his biceps around you in a headlock...could you please write a little drabble on osamu muscle brainrot 🙏

being manhandled… 🧘‍♀️ you are onto something babes

osamu doesn’t take it well when you, as he puts it, try to ‘run’ from him. dragging your hips away and whining his name, complaining about how it’s too much so many times that your words start to run into each other—he doesn’t want to hear it.

he arches a brow and loops his arm around your neck in a way that makes you gasp. “stop kiddin’ yerself, babe.”

“‘samu,” you wail, sounding more pathetic than you intend, “wai—wait, it’s too much . . o-oh, i can’t.”

his abs flex against your lower back as he presses himself into you, nibbling at your neck. osamu’s got no idea as to why you doubt yourself so much, but it’s probably just a side effect of being fucked so well—you’re drunk on him, and getting dumber with every inch.

cream spills from your overflowing cunt, sloppily running down your inner thighs in thin rivulets while the rest squelches at the base of his cock. he almost feels bad for you, although he looks over your wrecked body with a sense of primal delight.

fuck, you’re shaking from the sting of having your ass slapped sore and then because of the way he’s fucking you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to.

thick muscle ripples under his skin, and osamu’s arm gets a little tighter around your neck. “yer talkin’ too much, baby. ya know ya can, and ya will.”

you moan deliriously, arching against him as if that was all you’d been waiting to hear. the corners of his lips lift in amusement, and he nips at your skin, hard enough to leave a bruise.

“like it when yer told what to do, huh?”

tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you whimper, called out. the tip of his cock kisses deeply, passionately against that sweet spot inside you, and it doesn’t help you to stay steady on all fours. osamu’s arm flexes again, and he rears back onto his knees, keeping you pinned against his chest.

you’re so cute, shaking like a leaf and mumbling his name now that his cock is able to go much deeper. “ya do, don’t ya? fuck, my baby’s so nasty.”

“all yours, osamu,” a sob leaves your parted lips and you reach desperately for your clit, “just don’t stop, ngh—right there, gonna make me cum.”

all his, huh? just for saying that, he’s gonna give you the most euphoric orgasm humanly possible. osamu’s faster than you, getting his fingers on your clit and touching just the way you like—you grasp at his fingers and grind into them.

it’s hard to say anything coherent when you’re seeing this many stars, and osamu’s cock twitches, just a little further from the edge than you are.

“f-fuuuck, oh my god—cumming, ‘m cumming!”

you ride the blissful wave, squeezing hard around his cock and dripping more sweetened slick. still rocking his hips into you, osamu holds you like a doll, mapping your body out with his touch and committing everything to memory. you’re shuddering by the time you come down, panting into his bicep and sinking comfortably into his grasp.

“good, baby. that was good,” he murmurs against the nape of your neck, feeling the pressure grow tighter in his body. “wanna be a doll ‘n give me another?”

[eeveebooart]

MIYA TWINS 🦊🦊