#osamu

[catboyobsession]

[anyadanielleee]

after hours (osamu miya x y/n)

a/n: this idea has been with me for the LONGEST time and i've always js mentally stored it with an unnamed love interest. but then. i realized. OSAMU MIYA IS A CHEF. so he works perfectly for this.

just for the dramatic effect and the sake of the plot, i made him and onigiri miya like very famous not sure how canon accurate that is.

i might make this a series but im still deciding on that. lmk if i should. but yep enjoy what i have for now :3

warnings: people pleaser reader, timeskip!osamu, overworking tendencies for both osamu and reader, childhood acquaintances to lovers, partially smau, reader is kinda awkward, quite dialogue heavy, mention of skipping meals, a suggestive comment or two,

and that, ladies and gentlemen, was how you ended up here. standing outside onigiri miya at 12:30am that same evening, still wearing the same clothes from the day since you'd gone straight here after staying late at the office. you worked a seemingly simple job at a printing, editing, and publishing firm, but one would be surprised at the sheer amount of work it took to proofread an entire book and communicate with an author who clearly thought reading emails was a waste of time. it was alright though! you knew how hard your best friend had worked to plan out this wedding, and doing this little thing for her wouldn't kill you. right?

except maybe it would. because you weren't exactly sure if it was illegal to break into a restaurant with a big "we are closed" sign at the door at midnight. and you weren't exactly sure if this whole childhood card would work at all. at this point, you were just hoping osamu didn't try to throw a knife at you.

see, it was true that you were childhood... acquaintances with him. you'd helped him out with a sheet of homework or two, attended the same primary school for a couple years, lived on the same street, all that. but you were never close to the point where as adults you could break into his restaurant to beg for him to cater a random woman's sister's wedding. unfortunately for you, you'd always struggled with saying no to requests, and thus got into situations like this more often than you'd like to admit.

anyway, you took a deep breath and checked the door once more to find that it was, in fact... unlocked? how strange. this guy needed to work on the safety of his restaurant. as you stepped inside silently, you were greeted with the warm, comforting scent of onigiri and the steady thump of a knife on a chopping board. seriously, prepping this late into the night? wow, a fellow workaholic! you looked around at the restaurant, seeing the dozens of tables and chairs, now empty and quiet for a place that sure was loud all the time. you'd never eaten here, but boy did social media love talking about this place. and the head chef, who had quote on quote "biceps that should NOT look that good in a chef's apron" and had girls "screaming and drooling and crying all at the same time". as a result, there always seemed to be an insane line outside this place, with a suspicious amount of teenage girls in said line. sure, osamu miya was cute in his primary years, but just how attractive could a man even be-

oh.

oh.

6 feet of muscle was currently leaning over a chopping board, an onigiri miya hat perched on a head of messy, dark hair. and good lord, those eyes when they looked up at you- oh shoot. "miss, i ain't a police officer, but i'm pretty sure breaking 'n entering 's a crime," a deep, low, and tired voice says, replacing the silence of the restaurant. "t-the door was open, sir! uh, i mean, chef?" "'tsumu must've left it unlocked after he left.. that idiot." he sighed deeply as he mentioned his twin brother, a boy you remembered from your childhood as well. "well, miss, 'm pretty sure he didn't take down the sign at the door as well. and so, ya probably know damn well that we're closed. have been for a couple hours now. i'm not givin' out autographs right now, sorry. please visit our website to make a reservation-" "i'm not here for a reservation! or an autograph. or whatever else people ask you for," you blurted out, immediately blushing when he raised an eyebrow, and you could see the slight frustration in his eyes. you fidgeted with your hands a little more before deciding to just go for it.

"i don't know if you remember me, but... i'm y/n l/n." a confused look passed over his face before his eyes widened in recognition. "oh my god. like, y/n from hyogo? we went to the same primary school! ya helped me out on that one math test, of course i remember ya," he chuckled, his shoulders relaxing for the first time since you'd entered the restaurant. "oh, thank goodness. it's been a while, osamu," you greeted, smiling softly with relief. "yeah. glad to see you're doin' well. anyway, what motivated you to come sneak into here at midnight?" your smile faded slightly as your remembered the real reason for your visit. you explained it nervously, only to get met with a solid response.

"no." "osamu, please-" "nope. do ya have any idea how hard it is managin' a restaurant that's packed to the brim every single hour of the day? for god's sake, y/n, i've had 3 employees somehow be sick for an entire week straight and yet be able to post endlessly about a beach day." you sighed, completely understanding his point. but boy would it be hard to explain yourself to bsf/name. and to see the disappointment in her eyes when you told her what he'd said? you couldn't take that. "i'm really sorry for nagging, osamu, i really am. but she needs this. and if you say yes, i promise i'll do all the work. all you have to do is make the food. i'll cover everything else," you pleaded, gripping your tote bag hard. he was silent for a moment before speaking once more. "hold up, why are ya even here? wait, sorry, that sounded mean. this ain't your wedding, is it? so why are ya havin' to come out here and try to convince me to do all this?" you blinked once. twice. why'd he care?

"uh, well, she asked me to do so. and, you know, we're childhood frien- acquaintances." "so? if someone asked ya to carry their luggage across all of japan, you'd do it?" you shrugged and nodded. "why wouldn't i?" his brow furrowed, and he frowned slightly at your response. "ya do know that's unhealthy, right? and that ya haven't changed one bit since primary school?" you laughed softly, waving his comments off casually. "i'm alright. seriously. don't worry about me. but anyway, about the wedding...?" he looked you dead in the eyes, and you wished as hard as you could that he would say yes.

"sit down, and let me cook something for you" was his reply. what the heck? your confusion must've shown on your face because he shrugged and explained, "it's not good to make decisions on an empty stomach. and ya came in right when i was makin' my dinner. so now you're gonna sit here and wait for me to finish. 's that alright with ya?" you nodded wordlessly, taking a seat on a barstool nearest to the kitchen. you didn't even find the fact that he was only eating dinner at midnight strange; you'd done that numerous times in the past as well. in seconds, you heard the sound of chopping continue again, as well as osamu's voice call out to you. "so, how have ya been after primary school?"

the next time you checked your watch, it was 1:45am. you'd been here for over an hour, just catching up, enjoying yourself far more than you'd let yourself recently. osamu was... easy to talk to. he was a great listener and very observant too. you hadn't even said anything, but he'd brought out an extra onigiri for you as well as though he knew you'd skipped lunch that day. you'd gotten to share stupid childhood stories, your obsession with pens and special edition books that you already owned, the origins of your pet kitten, and so many other small things about yourself. he had his fair share of stories as well; he'd loved volleyball, but food has always been his biggest passion, which is why he founded onigiri miya in the first place. he acted like he hated atsumu, but at the end of the day, they were each other's biggest supporters, and he still did his best to attend as many of atsumu's games as he could.

the only difficult thing about talking to him was, well... him. you'd never been too interested in relationships or attractive men in general, but whoa. every time he'd reach over and grab something, it took everything in you not to physically salivate over those biceps. when you saw his fingers hold a pair of chopsticks, you had to stop yourself from imagining what else those fingers could do to you. the man was attractive. like, dangerously attractive.

overall, though, you'd truly enjoyed your time with him. but it was far too late. and you knew you'd taken up too much of his time already. so you said your farewells, packed up your stuff, and were one step away from stepping out of the restaurant when-

"i'll cater the wedding." did you hear that correctly? you instantly turned around, eyes wide. "seriously?" "yeah. ya convinced me." "i didn't even say anything to convince you, though..." he only hummed in response, a small smile playing on his lips. "don't worry about me," he said, echoing your earlier line. "but all i'm doin' is cookin' the food, 'kay? nothin' more, nothin' less. and when ya tell your friend that i said yes, ya tell her i said it out of the good of my heart, not 'cause ya convinced me. don't want ya gettin' any more persuasion requests from her." you nodded immediately, grinning gratefully. you could do that, of course. you were so, so grateful. "thank you so much, osamu. seriously. it'll mean the world to her." "yeah, yeah, no problem. don't make me regret it."

you gave him one more smile and were halfway through turning towards the door when he grabbed your wrist. "uh, could i have your number? f-for business purposes! of course! y'know, like to contact and plan stuff.." the viral chef was blushing. full on rosy cheeks and avoiding eye contact. and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't one of the most endearing things you'd seen. "yeah, of course. gimme your phone, i'll put it in."

once you were done, you smiled at him once more. "tonight was really great, samu. have a good evening, alright?" and the poor boy blushed even more at your use of the nickname. he mumbled a quiet goodbye as well before you left the restaurant, that fond little smile practically stuck onto your lips.

you were glad you'd gotten him to say yes, but you were more glad that you now had a reason to spend more time with him. because you had a feeling these afterhours with him were the start of something special.

[rpfinding]

21.She/They. I’ve been dragged back by into the Haikyuu!! Fandom recently and really want to write something fun!! Please also be 18+ to interact and just so we’re clear, all the characters are also 18+ (bless the time skip)

So I’m a huge fan of show itself but I’m mostly looking to write Alternate universes whether it’s royalty, sci-fi, crime, fantasy, urban fantasy etc etc I’m down! Higher stakes all that jazz. I loveee plotting together and I find it just as fun as writing the roleplay itself! Give me your favorites tropes and dynamics and setting! We’ll cook something up together

I only write canon x canon but I’m super down for gender bending the characters too ><

I honestly love most of the pairings in the fandom and am willing to play most characters, though these are a few of my favorite pairings in case any of them catches your eye! (Lowkey craving any inarizaki ships but I’m down for anything lol)

Osamu x Suna

Atsumu x Kita

Osamu x Kita

Atsumu x Sakusa

Bokuto x Akaashi

Bokuto x Kuroo

Tsukishima x Yamaguchi

I’m a literate to novella writer but I mirror my partner so no pressure to write a novel if you don’t feel like it, I’m just asking for attention to detail to keep everyone interested! I also write in Third person and requesting that you do the same, I don’t mind any tenses. I have a busy schedule so I don’t expect daily replies, though I will try my best. Once per week seems good to me, but we can discuss scheduling later down the line!

NSFW can be discussed later on, but I’d like to prioritize plot more if that’s okay!

I’m looking to be friends with my rp partner too! And I promise I don’t bite >< I’m happy to answer any questions and concerns! Like this post and I’ll dm!

💌

[slashdementia7734]

[osamwah-archived]

osamu is the kind of guy to hold two ice cream cones, one in each hand, because he's holding yours for you so you can dramatically move your hands while you're arguing

[bella00134]

Dazai getting his brain fried because it's summer and his ac went out

I love messing around with like filters or whatever they are on procreate

Me tonight and last night because it's SO HOT AAA I guess The second slide could be Dazai getting light headed and brain fried idk I just wanted to make filters It was supposed to be PMdazai but I forgot and liked the eyes I drew

I forgot what else I was gonna put idk

Yay

(the bio or whatever it is of this post was made a while ago because I’m transferring my art from Instagram to here.)

[showhay]

miya osamu x f!reader | fluff

cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.

;; boyfriend!osamu gets home and doesn’t even take off his socks before he’s flopping onto the couch and pulling you directly onto his chest. he’ll tuck your head under his chin, wrapping his thick, warm arms around you like a cocoon, and just breathe you in until the stress of the day melts off him and he’s falling asleep with his nose buried in your hair.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu expresses his softest side through secret treats. you’ll open your bag at work or school and find a small, hand-wrapped parcel of your favorite seasonal onigiri, shaped like a heart or with a tiny, clumsy smiley face drawn on the cellophane wrapper in sharpie. it’s his quiet way of making sure you’re being looked after even when he’s busy over a hot stove, a little piece of his heart tucked into your lunch.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu knows your coffee order better than you do, but he’ll still linger behind the counter at onigiri miya just to watch you walk in, giving you that slow, heavy-lidded smirk that says he’s already thinking about taking his apron off and taking you home.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu has a specific way of pulling you into his space when he’s cooking. he’ll hook a thick arm around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder while he stirs a pot, his breath warm against your ear as he mumbles about how good you smell—even over the scent of dashi and toasted sesame.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu is surprisingly observant about the little things. if you’re wearing a new pair of earrings or did your makeup differently, he doesn’t just say “you look nice” instead, he’ll tilt your head up with a thumb under your chin, study you like you’re the most intricate recipe he’s ever mastered, and tell you exactly how much he likes the way it makes your eyes look.

​;; boyfriend!osamu doesn’t care about the spotlight like atsumu does, but he’s incredibly territorial in the quietest ways. in a crowded room, his hand is always somewhere on you—the small of your back, your nape, or his fingers hooked into your back pocket—just a constant, grounded reminder that you’re his.

​;; boyfriend!osamu loves the way you taste. honestly. he’ll ‘accidentally’ get a bit of flour or sauce on your cheek just so he has an excuse to lean in and lick it off, his eyes never leaving yours, watching the way your breath hitches with a look that is pure, unadulterated hunger.

​;; boyfriend!osamu loves lazy morning. he’s a heavy sleeper, and he likes you pinned underneath him, his limbs tangled with yours like a human weighted blanket. he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck and groan when your alarm goes off, his hands wandering idly over your curves in that sleepy, possessive way that makes it impossible to actually get out of bed.

​;; boyfriend!osamu treats feeding you like a love language. it’s not about the food; it’s the way he watches your lips wrap around the chopsticks when he gives you a test bite of a new filling, his thumb catching a stray grain of rice at the corner of your mouth before he sucks it off his own finger.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu has a low, raspy voice that gets even deeper when it’s just the two of you at 2:00 am. he’ll whisper things against your skin—promises of what he wants to do to you, or just how much he missed you during his shift—until your toes curl and you’re begging him to just shut up and kiss you.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu is incredibly sturdy. when you’re stressed, he picks you up, sits you on the kitchen counter, and stands between your knees, letting you vent while he massages your thighs with those big, capable hands that know exactly how much pressure to apply.

;; ​boyfriend!osamu used to leave his hoodies at your place on purpose before you two moved in together. he likes the idea of you drowning in his scent when he’s not there, but he likes it even more when you wear them in front of him with nothing underneath—a sight that usually results in him deciding that work can wait another twenty minutes.

;; boyfriend!osamu will lift you up mid-sentence, your legs naturally hooking around his waist, and he’ll just stare—his hands sliding up your thighs, bunching up your skirt or tugging at your shorts, his thumbs tracing circles so high up it makes your head swim.

;; boyfriend!osamu is a taster. he devours you. he likes to find the most sensitive spots on your neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking until he’s left a messy, dark bloom of color that screams you belong to him, hummed low in his throat when he feels you shiver against him.

;; boyfriend!osamu gets incredibly needy when he’s tired. he’ll crawl behind you while you’re doing the dishes, his heavy chest pressing into your back, and start tracing the line of your underwear with his index finger, whispering about how he’s been thinking about this specific view since he opened the shop at 5:00 am.

;; boyfriend!osamu knows exactly how to use those hands. they’re calloused and warm, and he loves to let them wander under your shirt while you’re watching a movie, his touch getting bolder and more rhythmic until you’re completely ignoring the screen, your eyes blown wide as he watches your reaction with a smug, heavy-lidded grin.

;; boyfriend!osamu likes to hear you. he’ll intentionally slow down, teasing you with just the tips of his fingers or soft, grazing licks, until you’re a shaking mess, whining his name. he won’t give you what you want until you say it clearly, his voice a rough, command-style growl in your ear: “tell ‘samu what ya need, darlin’. come on, let me hear that pretty voice.”

;; boyfriend!osamu is surprisingly filthy-mouthed behind closed doors. the laid-back man the world sees disappears the second he’s got you pinned to the mattress. he’ll describe, in vivid, low-toned detail, exactly how he’s going to take your ability to walk, his hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave ghostly marks the next morning.

;; boyfriend!osamu loves a quickie before he has to head back to work. he’ll trap you against the front door, his knee sliding between your legs to create a friction that has you gasping, his hands busy fumbling with your zipper while he swallows your moans, making sure you’re thoroughly ‘taken care of’ before he leaves you breathless and flushed.

;; boyfriend!osamu has zero shame about being caught looking. if you’re changing, he won’t look away; he’ll lean against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, his gaze traveling slowly from your ankles up to your eyes, his tongue poking out to dampen his lip in a way that makes your entire body heat up.

n: osamu come home, the kids miss you. this is honestly just for me, dedicated to me, from me.

© showhay — don’t copy or translate without my permission. don’t feed my works to ai.

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