#mae.songfic

[ushidoux]

Eat - Osamu x Reader

Summary: Osamu realizes he’s in love with a stranger who frequents his shop. (~1.4k words)

Warnings: fem!reader, sfw, fluff. 

A/N: This song always gets me in my feelings. I feel like Osamu really shows his love through food.

Song: Eat by Zion.T

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Hello

It’s not easy, you’re busy

You wonder why you have to go this far

There’s so many damn things they want

(Yes)

Miya Osamu watched you carefully as you sat at one of two high tables of the small restaurant in the corner, staring out the window and trying desperately not to cry.

He wasn’t exactly sure when - when his ears had started to perk up to the sound of the door chiming as you wandered in somewhere around 6pm on Mondays and Wednesdays, or when he had started to memorize your order (two salmon onigiri lightly dusted with furikake, sometimes a warm cup of plain green tea), or when he started looking forward to your smile.

He wasn’t exactly sure why today was different, but as he thought back, he realized he may have been too enamored by your brilliant presence to notice the very gradual, almost imperceptible fade of the light in your eyes.

But it didn’t matter when or how, only what was. 

Osamu was self aware enough to realize that he had developed a crush on you, as you stood out from the many customers who frequented his shop day to day.

And today you were hurting, and he wanted with all his heart to provide you some comfort, but the truth was that to you, he was just the onigiri seller no matter how sweet or kind you spoke to him when you arrived.

He wasn’t sure you remembered his name but he remembered yours when you’d become enough of a regular to introduce yourself by name. 

He didn’t want you, the customer with the beautiful name, to be upset.

You want a break

It’s so noisy

It’s all so annoying, right?

Wanna go home, right?

(You are home)

But you want to go home

 It was embarrassing for him really, Osamu mused some nights as he closed up shop after having let loose his two energetic junior employees about an hour earlier. He knew his brother would mock him endlessly if he ever brought it up, or at least push him to do something about his fascination with you. 

You’re almost as good-looking as me, just ask her out, Atsumu would reply without a second thought, and that imagined scene made him almost snort with a mixture of amusement and irritation. A practical answer to a simple issue.

But it wasn’t so simple, the soft affection he’d developed for you. Something about you was distant and pure and somehow pure solely because of that distance, and he felt that a word to you out of the realm in which words like ‘Please enjoy your meal’ and ‘Visit us again’ lay would taint the sanctity of that barely-there connection between the two of you.

But watching you cry like this, alone and in his view made him feel his heart ache - in fact he felt heartless - and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. 

Then take this song out like eat it like chocolate

Even if you’re tired, make sure you eat breakfast and lunch

Then I’ll compliment you later

You had been coming in for months. usually alone but not always, grinning widely as you greeted him and pointing enthusiastically at the menu as you ordered, but noticeably, if only barely so, weary from a long day of work. He’d never asked you where you worked but he assumed it was some type of office - your blouses were plain and professional, your hair neat and your makeup light.

A simple beauty, accented by what was within, just like onigiri.

Osamu had motivation enough in his day to day, but whenever he thought of you coming in those two days a week, his cheeks warmed just slightly, and maybe he worked even harder as the clock approached 6pm because you would come in at any moment.

He remembered when you’d tried your first meal and told him directly, your face glowing with unadulterated, enthusiastic pleasure, that it had been the best thing you’d ever tasted.

He didn’t always care for praise, but it was different when coming from you.

What if he also one day had the opportunity to praise you?

Miss you

I like you a lot

I want to hug you more

Love, love, it’s like love

Maybe I really love you

Was it too much to tell you now that whatever it was you were sad about, he wanted to make it better?

Would you be embarrassed that in a burst of unabashed confidence (because maybe he and his brother really were twins), he was coming to sit across from you and breach the understanding that you were barely acquaintances?

You startled so very slightly as you heard the seat shift in front of you, and you turned slowly to face him. You couldn’t exactly read his expression now - unlike you, his feelings were not so clearly etched in his features and his eyes did not swim with tears.

He silently moved the untouched plate of food in front of you that you’d requested out of habit aside in favor of a different, colorful plate of rice balls.

“Can you try this for me, ___-san?”

His arms crossed over his chest and he looked at you attentively. You knew he was trying to avoid addressing the fact that you were weeping in the middle of his restaurant.

“Haha, a-are you sure? I… don’t have very refined taste,” you joked, but your voice trembled just a little too much to successfully convey humor. His eyes on you were intense but warm, like the glowing coals of a fire and suddenly you felt scrutinized in a way you hadn’t before, but not uncomfortably so. Something like being truly seen, unlike the way you had been feeling recently.

Reflexively, you wiped off some tears from your face out of embarrassment and couldn’t help a sniffle, and he quickly handed you a tissue.

“I want to hear from you especially.”

When you’re hungry

Take this song out like a morning apple and eat it

Even if you’re tired, make sure you eat breakfast and lunch

Then you’ll sleep better later at night

A smile unintentionally spread over Osamu’s face as you finished the onigiri in just a few bites, because you were no longer crying and instead consumed in a genuine appreciation of the food, your eyes closed as you focused only on your sense of taste.

“This is incredible-,” you started, but once you opened your eyes and saw the pink tinge to his face and the way his mouth parted just slightly as he lost himself admiring you, your own face began to flush. 

You remembered your big fat crush on the shop owner sitting in front of you, the one you didn’t act on because you couldn’t risk getting rejected and losing your favorite place for comfort food after work (especially after these days work was so awful).

As you sat together in an awkward silence, you wondered if he felt the same way too.

It’s hard

Because it’s beautiful

Recognize me

Don’t glance at me

Love me, me

Don’t miss it

 “What else?” He finally asked, breaking the silence. You looked at Osamu with surprise, confused by what he meant.

“It was good enough that you smiled even though you were sad, ____-san.”

His voice was teasing now and you didn’t have a witty answer for him, too distracted by how easily and comfortably your name rolled off his tongue, as though you were old friends. He never smiled this widely before, you realized, and you wondered what it would take to get to see this smile again.

He waited for a few moments for you to answer as you sat flustered, then sighed airily before standing up and clearing the table.

“You don’t have to answer that,” he decided, taking mercy on the myriad of emotions he saw running through you. Now confident that he’d solidified that strange formless connection with you without fear of you running from him, he patted your shoulder with his free hand before walking off.

“But I’ll make you something special the next time you come by,” he called before he disappeared into the kitchen, and you thanked the stars that he couldn’t possibly know how much your heart fluttered.

Even if you’re tired, make sure you eat breakfast and lunch

Then you’ll sleep better later at night

For today, this was enough. Osamu relished in the fact that he’d made you smile as he closed shop for another night.

He wouldn’t be too greedy today, he couldn’t.

But maybe next time you came with an empty stomach, he’d try to fill your heart as well.

#osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu #miya osamu #osamu miya x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu! #haikyuu x reader #sfw #mae.songfic #mae.writing

[ushidoux]

Lesson - Atsumu x Reader

Summary: You drop Atsumu for bad behavior and he’s struggling to understand. (~1.4k words)

Warnings: super toxic Atsumu, toxic relationships, fem!reader, references to sex

A/N: literally don’t date a dude like this i’m not promoting anything lmfao. also it’s just bad feeling in this fic, no one gets gravely injured.

Song: S**c*dal by YNW Melly

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I thought that we were meant to be

You took my heart and made it bleed

I gave you all my ecstasy

I know you'll be the death of me

One ring, two rings, three rings, four. No response. 

In the pitch dark of his bedroom, his face incompletely illuminated by the light of his cell phone, Atsumu Miya sends his fifth text of the night. 

Pick up, please.

One ring, two rings, three rings, four rings, five rings. Again, no response.

Atsumu feels his chest tighten, and his face flushes even redder than before, but he’s not yet angry. He’s still desperate to hear your voice. He sends yet another text.

I’m sorry, I’ll change... I’ll do anything you want. Just please just pick up the phone.

He gives you time to respond. That’s what you’ve always asked from him, right? Time, in terms of attention, in terms of patience, in terms of advancing the relationship in a direction that you thought was fruitful.

He hated so much that you always wanted to set the pace. Whether it was when to become exclusive, when to start having sex regularly, when to meet the losers you called your friends, when to meet your parents. You wanted to control everything, and even that you had essentially cut him out of your life, you were again controlling his reactions.

Why else would he still be up at 4am, trying so hard to get your attention? All his better logic told him you were asleep, maybe even asleep in that piece of shit’s arms, but multiple shots of Hennessey told him it was right to text and call and beg. After all, you had said once that you’d be by his side no matter what. 

So why was he alone in this bed?

Ten minutes pass and he calls again.

One ring, two rings, three rings, four rings, five rings, six. No response.

I know it’s late, but I need you, he texts, and then he calls again.

One ring and the phone abruptly cuts off, and Atsumu’s bottled up emotions explode.

“Sorry, the person you are trying to reach is not available -”

“Fuck, ___! Ya stupid fucking bitch, you.. You always wanted me to care for you so here I am caring, why the fuck would you do this to me, why the fuck… are you serious? Why…,” his slightly slurring voice loses steam and trails off instead as tears start to well up in his tired eyes.

“Why would ya give up on me now?”

Left lipstick on my Hennessy

Felt like you took my soul from me

You gave me all your ecstasy

I thought that we were meant to be

Atsumu was always confident and having your unconditional love and support despite the way he treated you only served to supplant that arrogance. You’d never leave him, you always grinned and bore anything he threw at you.

“Shut the fuck up at my matches.”

“Stop embarrassing me in front of the team.”

“I’m not interested, ask somebody else.”

“Find something better to do than follow me around, you’re so needy.”

He barely looked at you when his words were harsh, so he couldn’t see your smiles towards him deepen into frowns every time he spoke to you without respect until eventually all that remained was contempt when you looked in his direction.

But would he have realized then? Maybe your own regard would have simply fallen in line with the way others saw him. He didn’t care what others thought. He was sure he didn’t care what you thought. Until now. 

Baby, you took control of me

And I got too many enemies

I knew you wanted to fuck him 'cause I could just tell

Check my back, now I'm, now I'm in my bag, yeah

You did me bad, you did me bad

But I said, "Fuck it," and I ran up my bag, yeah

Atsumu never hung up the phone as he blew up, despite holding back warm tears that clouded his vision even more so than the pitch blackness of the room.

“Fucking whore, I bet you’re at his place now, you stupid, stupid slut!” He yelled into the phone.

But you’d never cheated. You’d just quietly asked him to treat you better or you would leave him, and he had simply laughed.

“Do you think you can find better?” He had asked, and your stomach had turned at the cruel way his smile upturned as he stepped closer to you, towering you with his height and gripping your face with two fingers. “You may be pretty, little piggy, but there’s not much better than me, silly.”

“I-I don’t want to leave you… I just want you to be a little less mean.”

“A little less mean, or a little less me?” He teased before planting a kiss on your trembling mouth, biting your lower lip just slightly as he parted.

“‘Sumu please…,” you insisted, flustered that he still made you hot despite how much you realized he was objectively awful to you.

“Why should I be nicer to you when you’re desperate for my cock anyway?”

So sure that you would never take your eyes off of him as he perfected his tosses game after game, he didn’t notice you slip away. He didn’t notice the increased time you spent out with friends distancing yourself from him or that the way your face now lit up when you received texts from heaven-knows-who.

Why would he have to? You would always be by his side no matter what.

But you didn't even put it all on the line

For me, no, oh, I'm sorry

This is the end of us

It's crazy 'cause my heart is dangerous

“Let’s break up.”

He laughed when you said those words right on the phone, right when he was on his way to meet you.

You? Breaking up with him?

“Yer so funny, ___. Anyway, I had a rough day babe, so you already know what I need.”

“I’m serious, Atsumu. Don’t come here… I-I won’t open the door.”

Your resolve had been shaky, but you were firm. So firm in fact that he found himself standing in front of the door banging as hard as he could for your attention, as you remained inside, using loud headphones to block out the racket as well as the expletives now filling the hallway. You considered for a moment calling the police, but you knew it would kill a man as proud as Atsumu to be escorted out by authorities on your behalf. 

Again, for his sake and for the last time, you endured it.

Felt like you took my soul from me

Like the devil got a hold on me

Everybody wishin' bad on me

Everybody wishin' bad on me

“She’s a stupid fucking slut, I should have known from the start, can’t trust these bitches no matter what they tell you,” Atsumu grumbled, seated at his brother’s restaurant, now that he had taken a moment to stop roasting the quality of the free onigiri his brother had offered him and had enough time to be vulnerable.

Osamu’s droopy eyes, not unlike his furious brother in front of him, looked almost exasperated.

“I mean, you’re sort of a douche,” he finally replied flatly.

“And?”

Osamu would have added something else if not for the fact that Atsumu had started choking on the food he was wolfing down with reckless abandon. While Osamu said nothing further, he made a mental note to expect Atsumu way more often and to check in. It was painfully evident that his twin was way more hurt than he let on. 

It was only after he got drunk enough that he finally admitted,

“I wish I had listened to her.”

You taught a lesson to me that I had to learn

And I'm so sorry 'cause you let our bridges burn

I said I loved you and I wish I never did

I swear to God, I swear to God, you stupid bitch

“I fucking hate you, ya know that? I hate you so fucking much. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you...”

His voice warbles from alcohol and now he’s repeating that phrase over and over again; the message seems to go on for forever, but you listen to every word. The fact of the matter is that you miss him, and you wish you didn’t. You know he needs you but you need him to be better. 

So you continue to listen, not because you want to hear him suffer and not because you want to be with him anymore - at least not right now, anyway - but because you need closure. Evidence. Reassurance that he was really not ready to love you.

He curses you for leaving him for what feels like forever, but then nothing more is said and you’re sure he’s fallen asleep, but his last words haunt you:

“I loved you so fucking much.”

#atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #miya x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #miya #atsumu #haikyuu! #mae.writing #mae.songfic

[ushidoux]

Baby, It’s Cold Outside - Oikawa x Reader

Summary: You may have fallen for Oikawa on the first date. (~1.1k words)

Warnings: sfw but with suggestion of sex, gender neutral reader, fluff

A/N: I was in my u wu feelings and was listening to a Christmas playlist so here lmfao

Song: Baby, It’s Cold Outside - Idina Menzel & Michael Bublé

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I really can't stay

Baby, it's cold outside

I've got to go away

Baby, it's cold outside

This evening has been

Been hoping that you'd drop in

So very nice

I’ll hold your hands, they’re just like ice.

--

Your fingers always froze in the winter, right side worse than left, but this evening the chill was tempered by the warmth of Oikawa’s hand holding yours.

Dinner had been surprisingly nice. You had been wary about Oikawa’s intentions from the very beginning, wondering why a notorious playboy would be interested in someone like you over so many others that were either more stunning, more entertaining or at the very least, more receptive than you, but as the date progressed you had found yourself opening up to him.

You wondered if you could account the quickened pace of your heart and the acute awareness of the blood circulating through your arms and legs to the turns you had made around the ice skating rink together, but you knew this excitement was the fact that you were still beside him, wondering whether or not to part.

The two of you stood together in a pregnant silence, waiting for the cab that would take you back to your university’s dorms, while he returned instead to his off-campus apartment. It was excessively apparent from the lack of words between you two despite the animated conversation and laughter just minutes earlier that neither of you wanted to part ways for the night.

But who would speak first? The wolf who obviously just wanted to get you into bed? Or would you offer up your own body as a platter?

You glanced up at Oikawa for a moment to find that his brown eyes had already been softly resting on you.

“D-do you want to come over?” The two of you whispered to each other in unison.

--

The neighbors might think

Baby, it's bad out there

Say, was that a wink?

No cabs to be had out there

I wish I knew how

Your eyes are like starlight now

To break this spell

--

“You want to come over?”

Oikawa’s characteristic half-smirk settled on his face, and reflexively you let go of his hand, embarrassed that you had shown evidence of falling for his charm. Intimidated by the mischief you could read in his expression, you backtracked. 

“Actually, it’s a bad idea,” you replied quickly, now clicking open your phone again to check the time. “I have a final in a couple of days and this was already too much of a break.”

“What’s a couple more hours?” Oikawa said now, leaning in to you. He checked his own phone to check the status of your ride. “I don’t mind canceling - your ride won’t be here for another ten minutes anyway so it’s not too out of his way.”

You pursed your lips, hesitantly, and he added:

“Please.”

--

I ought to get home for dinner

Mind if I move in closer?

So it's time for me to cast you aside

What's the sense in hurting my pride?

--

“I can’t, my roommates are waiting for me to study,” you insisted, the warmth now settling on your cheeks as Oikawa pivoted from your side so that he was standing in front of you.

You expected this - of course he had a lot of practice with sudden, purposeful movements like this - but it still startled you when he held both of your hands, urging you to look up at him. 

Despite the fact that you had resisted his attention up until today, you couldn’t deny that in the cold, when backlit by scintillating city lights and when looking at you with a measured but obvious affection, he was almost dazzling.

“___, you had fun today, didn’t you? Let’s not end it here for tonight.”

--

You're very pushy, you know

I'd like to think of it as opportunistic

--

“I won’t sleep with you,” was the first thing you asserted the moment you arrived at his apartment. Oikawa paused for a moment, his hand pausing as he turned the doorknob and he looked at you. For a split second, he looked as though he had been hit, but another smile spread across his face.

“Am I really that type of man to you, ____?”

“Yes,” you said, quickly. He paused again as he opened the door and let it swing open.

“___, I promise I only have the utmost respect for you.”

--

I simply must go

Baby, it's cold outside

So thanks for the show

But, baby, it's cold outside

The welcome has been

How lucky that you dropped in

So nice and warm

--

Outside was a flurry of powdery snow, accented by the wintry whistle of the January wind, but inside you were warm and cozy in Oikawa’s arms. His lips tasted of hot chocolate and espresso, reminiscent of the eyes that beheld you with enchantment, and you continued to drink deeply of him with soft kisses. You weren’t sure when your intimacy began but you knew in your heart of hearts that you had made the first move. 

Could you blame yourself?

The two of you indulged in each other moments, and moments more, but as hands began to travel south and breaths got heavier and longer and drawn out, you knew things were getting carried away.

Yet before you could reel yourself back, Oikawa pulled back from you first, scrambling off the couch.

“I’ll take you home.”

His voice was a soft mumble, and you could still see lingering desire in his eyes, but he readjusted his clothing and went to the door to get your coat, leaving your heart full and wanting. 

“Tooru,” you uttered as you rose slowly from the couch to watch him.

He smiled, as he brought your coat over and an extra scarf, not unlike the one he wore himself during your date. Wrapping the article around your neck, he smiled, and pecked you softly on the forehead.

“It’s very cold outside, ___. You can return the scarf anytime.”

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You’ve really been grand

I thrill when I touch your hand

But don’t you see?

How can you do this thing to me?

There’s bound to be talk tomorrow.

Think of my life-long sorrow

At least there will be plenty implied

If you got pneumonia and died.

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I want to see you again, if that’s alright with you.

Now home, curled up in your own bed with a mug of hot chocolate that tasted like Oikawa’s kisses, you read his text to you and promptly texted back.

I can’t wait to see you again.

#oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #tooru x reader #oikawa #tooru #tooru oikawa #oikawa tooru #mae.writing #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu! #hq x reader #mae.songfic