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atsumu's "bad" habit
atsumu x chubby reader!!!!, friends to lovers, more of a blurb of thoughts tbh LOL, gentle biting???, fluff, middle school atsumu, high school atsumu, timeskip atsumu LOL
best friends to lovers atsumu who never outgrew or got rid of his habit of biting you. at first it was a cuteness aggression, something he picked up from his mom who used to always lightly bite him and his brother's arms; now it was just a bad habit that is 9 times out of 10 done unconsciously
it started in middle school when you were voluntold to be his partner for a class project that would have to be worked on during summer vacation. the heat is brutal and so you had shown up to their house in shorts and a tank top that showed your arms off—all the other times you just showed up in a baggy shirt that allowed the breeze to hug you before leaving through the rest of the shirt.
there was no wind that one day--at all--so this was the first time atsumu had caught a glimpse of your shoulders.
he fought the urge to bite you the entire time you two were working on whatever the hell it was—it's not like he actually focused. it was only when dinner time came around and you had to go that something just came over him. at the door, as he and osamu were saying goodbye to you, atsumu just leans over and gives you a soft bite on the arm with his lips covering his teeth.
you literally froze and just gawked at him, unsure why the hell this dude was doing what YOUR mom would do
"atsumu!" osamu hissed, smacking his brother which pulled his twin right back into reality. atsumu stands straight with his face flushed red and frantically rubs your arm.
"m'sorry! i couldn't help it! y-yer so--" he swallows thickly, panicking to find the right words. his rubbing only gets quicker which generates a tickling heat on your skin. "yer just-- i was just-- when i-- i mean--"
it's only when you burst into laughter and grab onto his wrist that atsumu's shoulders relax. in fact, his whole body could have just dropped to the ground.
"it's okay," you reassured him with a smile, dropping your hold to give his hand a quick, gentle squeeze. "my mama does that, too. says it's because i've got chubby arms 'n it reminds 'er of marshmallows."
atsumu gasps and nods. "y-yeah!! and-- and yer just so sweet anyway!"
the biting continued and sometimes he'd even ask to which you always responded yes. it's not at all hurtful and it's pretty cute, especially when atsumy accompanies with a little chomping noise.
his teeth never actually grazed your skin, always covered by his lips to make sure he never actually hurt you. sometimes, if he couldn't bite you, he'd just opt to give you a gentle pinch. his nose would always scrunch when he did this and you'd always laugh.
eventually, it went unnoticed. eventually, because perhaps you were enabling him too much, the biting actually reached to other parts of your body like your shoulders, your forearms, sometimes even your ankles. but it was never something you two noticed. eventually, it was something others always noticed.
like that one time in 3rd year high school that atsumu bit (once again with his lips covering his teeth) your cheek to say goodbye.
"why don't you just give her cheek a kiss?" suna chuckles as he, the miya twins, and ginjima made their way from the cafeteria to the gym for a quick meeting, "it's more normal that way, you know?"
atsumu gives him a confused look. "huh? what do you mean?" the blond tilts his head. "why would i kiss her cheek?"
osamu rolls his eyes. he's tired of his brother's oblivion.
"why would you bite??? her cheek???" ginjima shoots back.
there's a silence and everyone just stares at atsumu. he, for the life of him, couldn't even recall that he actually did that. he bit your cheek??? really???? he's quick to yank his phone out of his pocket to text you, typing, "did i??? bite your cheek?????"
you respond with, "ya. i don't mind LOL it didn't hurt."
"bro i didn't even recognize that i did that."
"really? LOL i always thought you knew. you've been doing it more often actually. i really don't mind though. it's cute."
"yeah anything i do is cute. but damn. maybe i am an airhead..."
"yeah and conceited too :-|"
it eventually stops though when you two separate after high school. you went to osaka for university and atsumu went straight into achieving his dreams of professional volleyball.
of course you two didn't lose touch!! there were plenty of video calls, text messages, voice messages, video messages, personal poscast episodes, you name it!!! there just wasn't as much physical closeness as there used to. there was something missing and at first atsumu couldn't figure out what.
he tells you he misses you, says that things aren't the same when you aren't there to yell at him in person or throw things at him. he says it's even more lonely that osamu isn't with him 24/7. he says he's not used to having nobody whine about the heat, or whine about wanting a popsicle, or almost cry about an onigiri craving they've had for weeks.
and then, he remembers why it's YOU he misses. he jokes that he misses biting you and nothing satisfies him (even if he downs an entire bag of marshmallows ((which is???? wtf??? 😭😭😭))))))
you jokingly tell him there's so many new people he can meet and start biting, especially when he finds "the one"
this is you testing the waters a bit, wondering if atsumu might talk about any kind of feelings he juuuust miiight have. it's always been confusing for you, not sure where you fit when it comes to his categories of relationships. sure you were the only one he was ever that physically affectionate with... but what if it's because you two grew up together and he maybe sees you as some sort of sibling?
you're reassured when atsumu lets out the biggest sigh, telling you that "nah. no one's like ya. i only wanna bite ya. s'never gonna be the same and i don't even wanna try it."
you laugh and atsumu smiles. there's a dreamy look in his eyes that goes unnoticed by you during this video call.
but you see it so clearly when you surprise atsumu during one of his games.
"y-y/n?!" atsumu screams at the top of his lungs, "that you?!???!?! you standing there with my jersey number on??!?!"
you laugh and wave your arms, not even given a chance to respond before you're body checked almost to the ground. you laugh harder as atsumu cages you in his embrace, giving you the tighest hug you've ever had thus far. he squeezes you, lets his hands grab at your skin and breathes you in.
"i fucking missed you," he'd breathe into your neck, almost tearing up at the way his body knows he's safe with you, "even though you literally sat in a video call with me during my before game poop."
you laugh and smack his arm. "why would you say that out loud?!" you exclaim, your head thrown back which atsumu places his hand behind. he lets you stand, admiring you expression before joining you. he keeps you close though, his other hand glued to your hips as he moved the one behind your head to your cheeks.
"i missed these!" he beams, giving your cheek a pinch before leaning in to bite them gently. he pulls away, giggles to himself before nipping down your jaw, to your neck, to your shoulders, and eventually to your arm. your breath hitches the entire time and you're tense.
you're adults now. it's just a little different than before.
but it's all the same to atsumu. especially when he pulls away only to give you a quick peck on the lips.
"since suna was tellin' me that biting ya wasn't enough."
your expression twists, but the both of you share a laugh.
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→ryūnosuke tanaka - just friends←
notes: HAHAHAHAHA PAIN- [pre time skip]. This was a request by one of my lovely friends @shrimpppy . I hope you guys enjoy it! This imagine has been in the works for a while and I have more on the back burner waiting to be finished as well.
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I hope you all have a lovely day/night!!
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She took in a wobbly breath, her bottom lip quivering as she pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes. Trying her hardest to slow her tears.
She hated love. Absolutely loathed it.
All it brought along was pain and misery. There was no such thing as a fairytale romance. No such thing as love at first sight. No such thing as soulmates. It was just an aching, sinking feeling in her chest. A black hole swallowing her completely.
Love was chaos.
And she never wanted to feel it again.
—
"What are you doing?" He asked in confusion, staring down at the girl in front of him.
Y/n was hanging upside down off her couch, lips pursed in a pout and eyebrows drawn together. "Looking for a new perspective." She hummed simply.
Tanaka bobbed his head with a nod, as if he understood what she was talking about. "Ahh, I see. Yeah that makes perfect sense."
Y/n snorted at his mocking tone, "If you're going to be snippy about it, you can leave."
Ryū huffed, "You're the one who invited me, dumbass." He took a spot on the couch next to her, putting his legs up on the back of it and hanging down much like she was.
She simply responded by sticking her tongue out at him. Tanaka copied her.
"What exactly are you trying to gain a new perspective of?"
Y/n's head turned towards him and she stared at him for a moment. Taking in the sight of her best friend. Ryū was beautiful. At least, she thought so. For a bald headed weirdo. Yes, he would argue that he was not bald and in fact buzzed, but she'd simply shrug and say they were the same thing - if only to mess with him further.
His eyes were mesmerizing. Dark and stormy. Reminding her of the sea. She could hear the waves crashing against the shore. His hands, large and calloused, yet warm. Strong. Comforting. His smile, toothy and wide. As bright as the sun. How she adored his smile.
As she gazed at him, she pondered whether or not she should be honest with him.
"Just..." she started, getting lost in his eyes as he watched her. Waiting patiently for a reply. "Life."
And there it was. That smile. Taking up half of his face as he let out a boisterous and contagious laugh.
"You're such a dork, y'know that?"
Y/n's heart squeezed at the sight before her and she let out a chuckle of her own. Reaching over to shove at Ryūnosuke playfully. "Shut up, jack ass."
—
Y/n had been best friends with Ryūnosuke for as long as she could remember. They were neighbors and his older sister often babysat her as a kid. Of course, Ryū would tag along on occasion, as they were around the same age. (She was 9 months younger, but she didn't count that-)
They didn't hit it off instantly. In fact, Y/n thought Ryū to be an impulsive and pigheaded oaf half the time. And Ryū thought her to be a conceded and pristine little brat. But over time they started to like each other more and more.
Now they were practically inseparable.
Tanaka's parents weren't around much, and so he came over a lot. All the time, actually. And because his sister worked as hard as she did, it was usually just him and Y/n. And her parents both worked too, so they weren't always home either.
Not that they minded. They liked it being just the two of them. And had developed a close bond because of that. They even had their own traditions. No one else was apart of it, it was just them. Always had been and hopefully always would be.
It wasn't until semi-recently that Y/n had discovered her feelings for Tanaka.
Truth be told, she kind of always knew. But she ignored them. Pretended they were something else. Forced herself to believe otherwise.
It was fear that kept those feelings at bay. Hidden deep within herself. But over time, the things you bottle up have to come out eventually. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't bottle up her feelings forever.
Sooner or later they were bound to erupt.
—
Y/n's hands clutched at her notebook, crinkling some of the paper from the force. Her heart was beating so fast she was sure it was going to explode. Her palms became clammy and she bit down on her lip to stop it from quivering.
She had come to see Tanaka's practice, like she usually did whenever she had the time.
However, this was not what she came here to see. Ryūnosuke fawning all over Kiyoko. It wasn't the first time she had witnessed it, but each time felt like a stab to the chest.
She hated seeing him get so excited over a girl.
A girl that wasn't her.
Envy ran through her veins and no matter how hard she tried to force the nauseating feeling to go away, it never did. Y/n felt stupid. Getting so overworked, so upset, over a guy.
But this wasn't just any guy. It was Ryū.
The same boy who shoved her childhood bullies off the swing sets when they made her cry. The same boy who would carry spiders outside for her, because while she was scared of them she didn't want them to die. The same boy who snuck through her window every time she had a nightmare. The same boy who gave her his umbrella because she didn't have one, and walked home in the rain instead. The same boy who gave her flowers every year on her birthday, her favorite kind too. The same boy who brought her boiled potatoes every day for a week straight because she was sick and wouldn't eat anything else.
This was Ryūnosuke Tanaka, her greatest and grandest friend.
And he was in love with Kiyoko. Not her.
Y/n waited for Tanaka outside the gym like she usually did. They always walked home together.
However, Tanaka was no where in sight.
Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, she chose to wait for him. She busied herself with reading, Y/n always kept a book on her. She had an earbud in as well, playing one of her many playlists in an attempt to further help pass time.
It wasn't until about 45 minutes later that Tanaka actually showed. She snapped her book shut, slipping it away into her bag and doing her best not to show her irritation.
"Hey," she glanced up at him and nodded in greeting. "Hey."
"Sorry I'm a bit late."
She shrugged as if it was nothing. "It's fine. I used the time to catch up on my reading."
"Well at least you got to do that." He teased as the two of them began walking. Y/n rolled her eyes, chancing a glance in his direction. Ryū had his eyes on the sky, his hands were shoved into the pockets of the gray hoodie he was wearing. He hadn't realized she was looking at him, thankfully. He always walked on the side closest to the road, wanting to protect his friends.
They walked in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Simply enjoying the sights and each other's company. Like they usually did. Y/n couldn't help but think of earlier. Of the way Ryū's eyes lit up at the sight of Kiyoko. Of how he showed off for her during practice. How his smile, the one that was as bright as the sun, was directed towards her. Was she the reason he was late?
"So," she breathed out, tearing her gaze away from him just as he glanced in her direction. "Is Kiyoko the reason why you were late?" Her tone was teasing, and she grinned at him as if she truly believed there was no way that could be true. As if it was just a joke between two friends.
Tanaka's cheeks warmed at the accusation and he cleared his throat, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Yeah, actually.."
Her smile instantly fell.
"What?"
"We were just talking and I lost track of time. I didn't mean to make you wait so long. But uh, I've been thinking of asking her out."
Y/n blinked, trying her best to wrap her head around this. "Ask her out?" Her chest tightened and her stomach dropped. Ryū had once again returned his gaze to the sky, so he had yet to notice her rigid posture and the frown pulling at her soft lips.
"Yeah. I've had a thing for her for a long time now, and I think.. I think she might like me too. At least, that's what Noya said." He turned to flash a grin in her direction, but it faltered at the broken expression she wore.
"Y/n? Hey, are you okay?"
She felt like a hot iron rod had been shoved down her throat. She nodded, a bit too quickly and did her best to force a smile on her face. "What? Yeah, of course. I'm fine. Just thinking is all... I'm really happy for you, Ryū." Her voice wobbled as she spoke his name and she bit down on her tongue. Praying he wouldn't notice.
Ryūnosuke didn't look convinced, but luckily, he decided against saying anything. At least, for now. "Thanks, Y/n. So uh.. I was hoping you'd help me with something?"
She couldn't speak, tongue thick and heavy. So she only nodded, being unable to do anything else.
"Do you think you could help me ask her out? I mean- I just- want to say all the right stuff, ya know?" His cheeks were pink, pinker than they were before. And he wouldn't meet her gaze. She was thankful for that, at least.
Her eyes stung with tears and at the sight of her house she began to pick up the pace. Tanaka seemed to notice this, and he arched a thick brow in confusion. "Y/n?"
"Yes." She choked out, quickly making her way to the door and keeping her back to him. Throat tight as she fumbled with her keys. "Y-Yeah, I'll help you. Sorry I just uh, I gotta pee so- I'll- I'll see you later-" she didn't give him a chance to respond as she opened the door and quickly shut it behind her.
Y/n's back hit the door and she stood there. Unable to move. Unable to breathe. Slowly her tears began to slip down her cheeks and then she found herself sliding down the door. Hand coming up to press against her mouth, to muffle her cries.
This was silly.
This was stupid.
She couldn't possibly be crying over a boy.
But no matter how hard she willed herself to stop, to force her tears to stop flowing. They only came faster, blurring her vision and restricting her air flow. Her breaths came out in short bursts, gasping as she wailed.
She pulled her knees to her chest, cradling herself in an attempt to give herself some small form of comfort. As she predicted, it didn't really work.
—
Y/n didn't respond to any of his texts that night. Instead replying in the morning and making an excuse of getting distracted by homework.
Tanaka either bought it, or decided against saying anything.
The next few days were filled with her giving her advice on how to ask Kiyoko out. She decided to bite the bullet and just get it done and over with. She was his best friend, after all. This is what a best friend does. She wanted Tanaka to be happy. And if that meant helping him get together with some other girl, then so be it.
Besides, their special tradition was coming up. And at least she got to look forward to that.
Every year, on the anniversary of their friendship, Ryūnosuke and Y/n would get together on her rooftop and watch the sunrise. No matter what day it was, how tired they got, if they had school the next day. It didn't matter. Because this was for them. Just them. It was a special moment for the both of them and they looked forward to it each year.
That wasn't all they did. They'd usually decorate the roof together, make a little area with pillows and blankets where they could sit comfortably. They'd hang a sheet from a wire connecting to some trees for a makeshift screen and use her small projector to watch some of their favorite movies. They'd make snacks together, which usually would end up in a food fight. They'd snuggle up under a blanket and watch the stars, laughing at inside jokes and reminiscing on memories. Tanaka would pretend he knew constellations and would make up random names for them, pointing to bunches of stars as if they were the real deal.
Sure, it wasn't a grand affair but it was fun. And it was special. It was tradition.
Wednesday, 4:37 PM.
ryū <3
hey, i'm gonna be a bit late
i promised kiyoko i'd
take her home
y/n
hey, that's okay thanks
for letting me know
want me wait for you to set
up and make the snacks?
ryū <3
nah thats okay
you can start without me
—
Y/n bit down on her lip in frustration, staring down at her phone in her hand. He didn't want to help set up? He didn't want to help with the snacks?
They've always set up together.
They've always made the snacks together.
It was tradition. It was part of the fun.
Maybe he'd make it in time to still help out a bit?
Y/n stashed her cell away in her pocket before setting off to work. She placed down a blanket on top of the roof and grabbed a few folded ones for them to use when they were up there. She put up some of her fairy lights and then set up some lanterns. The sheet was next, coupled by her laptop and projector. She tossed up some extra pillows for more comfort before getting started on the food.
Cookies, they were a must. They had them every year. Chocolate chip and gingerbread. Hot cocoa was also a must. She prepared an array of different snacks, some which she had gotten earlier in the week for this very night. She had to travel all the way to Tokyo for a few of them. Their favorite bakery was there and held some fan favorites they had each year. The owners knew them by name. They knew exactly what they came for when they came in around this time of year.
This time, Y/n ended up coming alone. It did not go unnoticed. She claimed Tanaka was busy, which he was, trying to seduce Kiyoko. But that didn't make it any harder.
Everything was ready. An hour and a half had passed and Ryū still hadn't shown.
Y/n was just about to call him when she heard a knock on her door. Strange, Ryū never knocked he always just came in but she didn't think much of it and moved to answer the door.
"Well it's about damn time. What took you so long anyway-" she yanked the door open and stopped in her tracks.
Ryū beamed up at her sheepishly, apologetically, and next to him stood Kiyoko.
"Hey, sorry we're late. We got to talking and time just flew by!"
Y/n blinked, hand still on the doorknob, half tempted to slam the door in their faces. "It's.. fine.."
"Did you get everything done in time?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Oh great! Think we can come in? It's fucking freezing out here."
Y/n was silent for a moment, staring at his arm which was thrown over Kiyoko's shoulders.
"Earth to Y/n?"
The door flung open. "Yeah, yeah, come in." She turned her back to them, eyes stinging as she padded her way to the kitchen.
This had to be some fucking joke, right?
He was messing with her, wasn't he?
"Sorry for coming without warning, Tanaka ensured me it was okay." Kiyoko spoke from behind her and Y/n took in a quiet breath before responding.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it." She flashed a small smile towards her from over her shoulder, trying to remain polite and civil.
Kiyoko sent a small smile back.
"The food looks great!" Ryū hummed, observing the array set out on the kitchen island. "You outdid yourself this time, Y/n."
Said female could only smile. Not knowing what to say. Part of her still couldn't believe this was real.
The three of them helped bring some of the snacks up to the roof, they had to get there via Y/n's bedroom window. Which she found a bit awkward. Kiyoko had never been to her house before. They weren't very close and while she was a nice girl it just felt strange having her in her room.
Perhaps this was Tanaka's way of getting them to become closer? The girl he liked and his best friend. But if that was the case, why did he have to pick tonight of all times? It was their special night. Their tradition. No one else had ever been involved, had ever been allowed to be involved.
Y/n had just finished grabbing the container of cookies as she made her way to the window. Ryū and Kiyoko were already settled on the rooftop. They had a blanket draped over their shoulders and their hands were connected. She did her best not to stare. They were talking to each other, she had no idea what the conversation was about and honestly she didn't care.
She didn't want to sit next to them while they were cuddling, but she didn't have much of a choice. She did her best not to seem stiff and awkward, but she failed miserably.
They had barley been here five minutes and she already felt like a third wheel.
Y/n decided to start one of the movies, as Tanaka and Kiyoko had been talking for the past several minutes while she just sat there. At least this way she might be able to distract herself from this horrendous night. And perhaps they'd shut the fuck up.
The talking did calm down a little, but Ryū was still very much all over Kiyoko. The sight alone was enough to make Y/n's blood boil. She felt so uncomfortable. And she was angry that he brought her here in the first place. This was their thing. Their special night. Their tradition. Sure, it might not have been very flashy. All they did was sit at home and hang out. But it was their thing. They did it every year. They had never brought along other friends before.
And he hadn't even asked if it was okay first.
Y/n was torn between just letting it go and trying to have a good time, or allowing herself to be mad about it. She wouldn't say anything in front of Kiyoko. That wasn't fair to her. It wasn't like she asked to be here, Tanaka was the one who brought her along and said it was okay. But even then, she didn't want to make him feel bad either. Maybe she was just being stupid.
She was torn from her thoughts at the sound of Kiyoko giggling at something Ryū had said. Y/n glanced over in their direction, being unable to stop herself. He had his arm around her shoulders and was feeding her something. She laughed as she took it from him, shaking her head to herself. Their cheeks were flushed and Y/n felt her stomach drop. She started to stand up and make her way towards her bedroom window.
"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick," she mumbled out the excuse, and Tanaka nodded in acknowledgment.
Y/n climbed through the window, being careful not to trip as she made her way inside. Like she had said, she went to her bathroom which was connected to her room.
After closing and locking the door behind her, Y/n turned to face her relfection in the mirror. Her eyes were glazed with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She sucked in a shaky breath and turned on the cold water, splashing her face with it.
Why was this so complicated? She should just suck it up and be happy for him.
There was nothing she could do about it now. Her feelings would have to be bottled up and forgotten.
No matter how hard it may be.
Y/n let out a sigh and dabbed her face dry with a towel. "I can't wait for this shit to be over..."
As she made her way back into her room, she paused in front of her window. Freezing in place at the sight before her.
Her hands latched onto each other. Gripping so tightly they shook. Her eyes were wide and glossy, and she bit down on her lip to stop it from trembling.
Kiyoko and Tanaka were kissing. One of his massive paws was cupping the side of her face and the other sat on her waist. One of her hands cupped the back of his neck while the other sat atop his shoulder.
That was the final straw.
Y/n yanked the window open, causing Kiyoko to jump and pull away from Tanaka at the sound. She closed the laptop and started tossing things inside her room.
"Y/n, what-"
"You guys have to leave."
Ryū arched a brow in confusion. "What, why?"
She shook her head, claiming she'd get the rest later and threw their jackets at them. Tanaka caught them easily. "Don't worry about cleaning up, I can do it." Y/n said, waving Kiyoko off as she reached to help with a food platter.
The two shared a look before following Y/n inside. She started carrying the food in, quickly putting them on the kitchen island. Before she could slip past them to grab the rest, Tanaka reached over and grabbed her arm. Holding her firmly in place. "Y/n, stop. What's goin' on?"
Y/n looked up at him, biting the inside of her cheek to contain herself. "It's nothing-"
"Well, clearly it isn't. We've barley been here an hour-"
"My cat is sick!" She blurted. Being unable to come up with a better excuse.
Ryū's eyebrows furrowed. "Toji? He looked fine earlier-"
"He's sick. He was throwing up when I came in." She sputtered, sticking to it and hoping Toji was hiding somewhere- that was until she saw Toji brushing up against Tanaka's leg. He sent her a look.
"He seems fine to me."
Kiyoko bent down and gave him a scritch, the feline let out a little mew. Purring as she pet him.
Y/n's face paled and she quickly yanked herself out of Tanaka's grip and reached down to grab her cat. Cradling him in her chest. "No, I think he ate a toxic plant - I thought I saw him eating something and I wasn't sure before but-but now I am! So you guys need to go."
She ushered them towards the door, Ryūnosuke nearly tripping over his own two feet as she did so. "Y/n-"
"I'll call you later. Promise." She sent him a tight lipped smile and made no hesitation to quickly slam the door shut once they were outside.
Toji wriggled in her grasp, but she didn't let him go. Not until a few minutes had passed and she was sure they were gone. The fat cat jumped from her arms and went to go munch on some leftover kibble in his dish. Y/n watched him with a teary gaze. Silent and still. She sniffled, reaching up to wipe at her eyes harshly.
This was shit.
This whole evening sucked shit.
Their tradition felt lame. It felt like he didn't even care about it anymore.
She was done with it. She didn't want to deal with these stupid feelings anymore.
"Stupid Ryū.." she cried, shuffling over towards the island and snatching up a cookie. She practically shoved the entire thing in her mouth, muffling her cries.
"Fuck.." She sniffed, "I hate men."
—
A week went by and Y/n did her best to avoid Kiyoko and Tanaka. She barley responded to his texts and definitely didn't answer his calls. Y/n felt it was best to take herself out of the equation. It was too hard to be around the two of them. Especially right now. Maybe once her feelings for him faded a bit?
She dodged him as best as possible, saying she was keeping a close eye on Toji and she had lots of homework to do anyway.
But keeping away from him provided to be more difficult that she originally thought. He was a persistent mother fucker. He obviously knew something was wrong, or off, but no matter what he did or how hard he tried, Y/n wouldn't tell him what. She'd just brush him off and tell him she had something to do. Then she would leave. She hadn't been to any of his practises either.
Ryūnosuke didn't know what was going on, but he was determined to get to the bottom of it.
Y/n opened her locker to get a textbook she needed for her final class. She was listening to music in a poor attempt to drown out her sorrows. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, the female jumped and whipped around. Hand coming up on instinct and slapping the person's face. Her mouth droppen open and she yanked out an ear bud. "Ryū! What the hell! You scared the crap out of me!"
Tanaka cradled his face, eyes wide in surprise before he let out a burst of chuckles. "Damn, Y/n. You're stronger than you look."
Said girl scowled. "Yeah.." she mumbled, not sure what else to say. She turned back towards her locker and started putting away a few things. "Did you need something?" Y/n was trying her hardest not to get upset. But it felt like someone had shoved cotton down her throat and she really wasn't ready to be this close to Ryū yet. She just needed some time...
"Actually, I did want to talk to you about something." He leaned against the lockers next to hers, sliding his hands into his pockets.
She let out a sigh. "I really don't have time right now, I need to get to my next class-"
"It'll only take a sec." He reasoned, taking her silence as a 'go ahead'.
"Look, I know you've been avoiding me lately and I just want to know why-"
Y/n scoffed, shaking her head to herself bitterly. Tanaka's eyebrows furrowed as he studied the sour expression on her face. "What?"
"It's nothing." She snipped, struggling to put her textbook into her bag. Fumbling with the opening as she tried to get herself to calm down.
"Well clearly it's something."
"Just drop it, Ryūnosuke." Y/n spat, shooting him a glare in frustration. Her chest was growing tight and it was starting to feel all stuffy in here. She finally got her textbook into her bag and slammed her locker shut.
Tanaka watched her in surprise, she never called him by his name. It was almost always Ryū. "No, I'm not gonna just drop it." He kicked himself off the lockers and moved in front of her, blocking her path.
"Move."
"No."
Her shoulders sunk. "Get out of the way."
He rose his brows, staring at her challengingly. "Not until to tell me what's going on."
Y/n ran her tongue along her teeth, once again shaking her head. "I'm not dealing with you right now." She moved to step past him but he grabbed her, stopping her from going anywhere.
"Y/n, I'm bein' serious. Tell me what's wrong." He pleaded, stormy eyes searching her own relentlessly.
"So am I. Now let me go." She demanded, trying and failing to get away from him. Her eyes were starting to sting and she knew she had to get out of there fast. Lest she break into tears in front of him.
"I will if you just tell me-"
"I don't want to do our tradition anymore!" She snapped, hands balling into fists, nails puncturing her skin.
Ryū's eyes widened and he took a moment to take what she said in. "What?"
"It's stupid, and it clearly doesn't matter to you anyways, so I'm done. I don't want to do it anymore." Y/n's voice cracked and she bit down on her lip to stop herself from saying anything more than that.
"What are you on about? Of course it matters to me." He huffed, completely taken aback by her words.
"Well clearly, it doesn't." She argued pathetically.
"Is.. is this because I brought Kiyoko over?"
Y/n let out a dry chuckle, lowering her head and blinking furiously to try and stop her tears. Just hearing it stung. It felt like a slap in the face. A bitter reminder of that horrid night. "It's our thing, Ryūnosuke. Ours. Not anyone elses. You should have called me, you should have asked first before just bringing her over."
"You're right. I'm sorry I didn't check with you first. But I didn't think it was a big deal. It's not like it's a super important tradition or anything."
Her gaze snapped up to his. "Not important?" She asked, ripping herself away from him.
"Y/n, I didn't mean- hold on a sec-" she tried to get past him again but he grabbed her once more, directing her back in front of him.
"It is important just not like... super important, y'know? It's just some silly thing we started doin' as kids. I thought it would be fun to bring other's into it." Tanaka reasoned, but Y/n shook her head.
"Well, it doesn't matter now. Because it's done. I don't want to do it anymore."
"Y/n, come on, you're seriously going to stop doing the tradition over something this stupid-"
"Yeah. I am."
Ryū's eyebrows came together in frustration and he clicked his tongue. "What is the matter with you? You haven't been acting like yourself."
Y/n rolled her eyes, fed up with his pestering. She just wanted to leave. It was too soon. He should have just let her go. "You're the one who isn't acting like themselves. Kiyoko this, Kiyoko that, fucking bullshit." She hissed, yanking a hand through her hair in agitation. She hadn't meant to let that slip out but she couldn't help herself. He had her cornered and she needed to get the hell out of there.
Ryūnosuke stared at her in shock, but before he could get another word out, Y/n removed herself from his grasp and stormed into the girl's bathroom. Slamming the door behind her.
It was too late to stop her tears now. Y/n cursed under her breath, glad no one else was in here. She started to fan at her face, hoping it would help. It was a futile attempt.
"Y/n, wait. Come back!" She heard Ryū's voice through the door and she puffed out her cheeks in agitation.
"Go away!" She choked out.
"Y/n, c'mon. I wanna talk about this." He leaned his head against the door, hitting the wood with a small thud.
"What did you mean by all that?"
She snorted at that, scrubbing at her eyes, thankful that she wasn't wearing any makeup or mascara to smudge.
"Y/n, don't make me come in there. You know I will." Ryūnosuke huffed, cringing as some passerbys sent him strange looks.
She shook her head, even though she knew he couldn't see her. She quickly slipped into one of the stalls, closing the lid and sitting down on the toilet. She buried her face in her hands and pray that he wouldn't come in or hear her crying.
Tanaka let out a sigh before pushing the door open and storming inside. He couldn't see Y/n anywhere but there was only one stall closed so he walked over to it and kicked the door open. Spotting his best friend sniffling into her hands, whilst sitting on the lid of the toilet.
He crouched down and placed a hands atop her knees. Giving them a gentle squeeze.
"I could have been peeing." She grumbles out angrilly and he cracks a small grin. "Y/n.. Talk to me. Please."
Y/n lets out a puff of air, peeking at him with red puffy eyes through her fingers. Ryū sends her an ecouraging smile, thumbs brushing against her legs softly. She wets her lips with her tongue nervously. "I'm happy for you, Ryūnosuke-"
"Stop calling me that."
She sends him a look.
"It's Ryū."
She snorts at this, rolling her eyes before continuing. "I'm happy for you, Ryū. I truly a-am. I don't want you to th-think that I'm not. I'm your best friend and if you're happy, I'm h-happy. But I can't help the aching feeling in my chest. I'm s-so scared of losing you. I don't w-wanna lose y-you. I just... I just need time. I dunno."
His eyebrows come together again as he processes this. "Is this about Kiyoko?"
Y/n deadpans. "No, it's about Nishi, you dumb fuck."
Her chest tightens with the realization that she's already said too much. And with the soft look on his face, she feels her heart stutter within her chest. Suddenly she's very aware of where his hands are. And she starts to shake her head. Trying to stand up and push Tanaka off of her.
"J-Just forget it, f-forget I said a-anything." She started, wishing this conversastion had never happened in the first place.
Ryū stumbled a bit, catching himself on the edge of the door before he could fall. He quickly stood up and grabbed Y/n by her arms, stopping her from going anywhere. He pinned her against the wall of the stall. "Y/n, stop! You can't just say all that stuff and then dip!"
"Yes, I can. I j-just did! Now let me go, Ryū!" She tried to get out of his hold again, but this time he wasn't letting her go anywhere. Not without a proper answer.
"I'm not letting you go anywhere! I don't understand, I know I can be a bit dense about this kinda stuff so I need ya to tell me straight up!"
"Ryū stop!" She wailed, pathetically trying to push him off of her.
"No! Tell me what's wrong! Tell me what's going on inside that thick head of yours! Tell me how I can fix this!" He begged, not meaning to yell at her but being unable to help himself.
"I like you, asshole!"
Ryūnosuke's eyes widen and in his moment of surprise, he losens his grip a little. Before he realizes, Y/n manages to shove him off of her. She pushed past him, a heap of tears, and runs out the bathroom.
Leaving Tanaka standing there dumbfounded. Eyes wide and breath hitched in his throat.
Man, he's really fucked up now...
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Hi!! I think the last time I sent you an ask was around two weeks ago, I can finally go on a mild break lol. I was wondering if I could request a military au with sakusa or if it’s much better for you to do a hogwarts one instead! Anyways, it’s no worries if you cannot but have a nice day/night :)
hi anon!! here's a lil hogwarts sakusa for u ^-^
sorry i took so long! im not sure how i feel about this one, but i figured i made you wait long enough. so here u go :D
pairing: slytherin!sakusa x reader
PART TWO is out now!
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the first time you’d ever laid eyes on your crush, sakusa kiyoomi, was in the library at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.
sakusa kiyoomi (aka “the prettiest slytherin to ever exist in the history of hogwarts!” claimed your best friend) was one of the most famous quidditch players and one of the most promising scholars. yet, he happened to be sitting there in that perfect, sunny spot near the back of the library: the spot you’d been eyeing until you saw his dark, curly hair occupying the whole table.
for the first few weeks, when you’d come in at your usual time, hoping that the spot would be free, he’d be there before you and he always sat in the same spot.
then one day, it was just his spot.
he often kept to himself despite the friends he’d made playing on the quidditch team. while his teammates could be seen teasing and hanging around the dark-haired boy, it wasn’t rare to see sakusa act like they didn’t exist. that was, perhaps, his favorite method of getting people to leave him alone.
over the course of the semester, you began to take an interest in sakusa.
sakusa, you realized, liked sitting by the window because that lessened the chances of people sitting near him. his table was secluded and in the back of the library, which meant that anyone who’d roam the aisles of books would still not be able to find him unless they were looking for him. he sat on the side against the wall, so that the warm sunlight that would often shine through the huge, open windows would hit his table perfectly.
you’d sit on the opposite side of the aisle and across the room, and that meant you got a great, uninterrupted view of the quiet and brooding slytherin.
you noticed the books he liked reading were books about muggles. it made you wonder why he took such a liking to the topic — considering he came from an affluent, pure-blood wizarding family. everybody in the wizarding world (and even some in the human world!) knew who the sakusas were, for it was unusual if the average wizarding person didn’t know who the family was. (especially because every member of the family was well known for having a particularly niche talent)
it was also famously known that sakusa kiyoomi hated germs; he always had a mask hiding his face and the only people that knew what he looked like were people who went to see him play. you were not one of those people.
you hoped that you’d get to see the bottom half of his face one day — but seeing his gorgeous dark eyes and abnormally long eyelashes was sufficient for you at the moment.
as the weeks went by, observing and learning new things about sakusa kiyoomi became one of your favorite pastimes. most of the time, he would just sit there and just read, leaving you the perfect opportunity to admire his beauty from afar.
he’d rarely ever do his homework and no one ever came to visit his table. well, it was obvious why no one would sit at his table.
that’s because sakusa kiyoomi was a person you’d never want to approach. especially because his presence is so overwhelmingly intimidating.
you also noticed that girls would roam the aisles of the library, and upon seeing sakusa sitting alone by the window, they’d stop and sneakily try to admire him. it’s like they were trying to muster up enough courage to make a move. after the first few girls, the information spread like wildfire. most of the time, their staring and hesitance was obnoxiously distracting because you knew that they’d come to the library with the knowledge that sakusa often hung out in the back. all you could do was laugh quietly at their fruitless attempts and hesitance in approaching him because of his strong presence.
no one had enough courage to approach him yet.
it took about two months before you finally interacted with sakusa. you remember your first encounter with him vividly. when you arrived at your usual time, you glanced over to sakusa’s spot to see that he was nowhere to be found. you thought it was strange considering that he was always there before you and well into reading whatever book he chose that day. as you settled into your chair and laid out all your things for your study session, an hour passed by.
and finally, in walks sakusa.
he doesn’t bother to look your way, per usual, as he heads towards his spot; but as you watch him take his seat and settle in, you notice his unusual behavior.
he moves slower than what can be considered a normal pace, and as he sits down, he sinks down into his chair like he’s melting. he rests his head on the back of the chair and with his eyes closed, he sighs loudly. note: loudly enough to make you look up at him from your books.
you force yourself to stop staring at him in fear that he’ll catch you and turn to you with a stern look and furrowed eyebrows. (you like to imagine every scenario possible in order to be prepared for it, in the unlikely event that it actually happens)
as you flip through your books as an attempt to focus on your homework and find the answer you’re looking for, he indirectly commands your attention again by sneezing multiple times. the sound makes you flinch because of the sheer volume of it. out of habit and without a second thought, you mutter, “bless you.”
he turns.
when he meets your eyes for the first time, you realize he is looking at you like that because he never knew you were there to begin with.
you are just a stranger.
“thanks.” he replies politely and his voice is shockingly deep and even has a rasp to it.
as you sit there, thinking about that bewildering expression on his face(well, what you can see from his mask), you want to be offended that it seems he never once noticed your presence. but, you choose to focus on something else. even though you’d never heard a word come out of his mouth before, you know it to be true. that’s when you put two and two together to realize that the infamous germaphobe of slytherin has come (back down to earth) with a cold.
(after this encounter, this is the only word you hear from sakusa for a long time. you committed his voice to memory the moment he said it.)
eventually, he just stops reading the book he brought. he closes the book–this time, it was a book called twilight, you think but it was hard to decipher the title from afar—and gently lays it down to rest his head on his arms. his eyes flutter shut and he sniffs as quietly as he can manage. as you look onto his sleepy figure, you decide that it’d be a shame to let this opportunity go to waste.
you head off to the kitchens. on the walk there, you ponder all the things you’d say once you returned to the library. would you even say anything at all? what could possibly be said to the scariest slytherin you’ve ever met?
the elves' eyes shoot to you as you waltz inside, greeting you with cheery hello’s. you decline their generous offers to make the tea for you and insist that you must do it yourself. you brew the tea, say your goodbyes and head back to the library.
when you return, sakusa has fully fallen asleep. his breathing (because you can hear it from your table) is slightly ragged and he sleeps as if he hasn’t slept properly in days. you tip-toe to his table and set down the tea cup in front of him as carefully as you can while watching closely to see if you’d disturbed him in the process. with a sigh of relief at success, you go back to your spot and continue to study.
he actually slept for a while after that and you’d gotten lost in your studies. stuck in your own world, you failed to see the signs of a sleepy sakusa start to stir and wake up. as he lifts his head up groggily, you try your hardest to ignore him so he doesn’t suspect you were responsible for it. when he notices the cup of tea in front of him, he looks around curiously before dipping the tip of his finger in the cup; you assume he does so to check the temperature. then, sakusa pulls out his wand, and effortlessly casts a simple spell. he pulls his mask down to his chin and out of the corner of your eyes, you sneak a glimpse at his face.
he is just as breathtaking as you imagined.
now, he can enjoy the tea made just for him by the generosity of a kind stranger, at just the right temperature to soothe his aching throat.
you smile to yourself when he hums in delight.
this continues on for a while. since the two of you had a routine, you made sure to get to the library early enough to leave a piping hot cup of tea – until you decided that he was well again.
he obviously wasn’t sick anymore, but you liked the glimpse of joy that flashed in his eyes upon seeing a cup of tea waiting for him.
today, you were running late. you slept in dangerously late, and only had twenty minutes to study before your exam today. when you walked into the library and headed towards your table, there was a cup of tea waiting for you. your heart almost fell to the floor at the sight of it because it was made just how you make it for sakusa.
when you turn to sakusa, ready to thank him, you discover that his nose is shoved into a book. you smile to yourself, knowing he isn’t watching your reaction.
as you sit down and daringly take a sip, you can’t help the hum of delight that follows. a sound that mirrored that of when sakusa first took a sip of the tea you made for him, weeks ago.
the two of you ignore each other like usual, both enjoying the quiet atmosphere of the library while doing your own work. as you take the last sip of your tea, you can’t help but glance over at sakusa. he’s packing up to leave and as he stands up, he hooks his finger around his mask to pull it down, baring his face to you. your cheeks flush. you’re touched by the gesture because you know how rarely sakusa is seen without his mask — you think he’d rather be caught dead than seen without it.
you realize you’re staring, unable to take your eyes off of the sight of his naked face. he’s usually used to the reaction, but to see it from you makes him feel uncharacteristically shy.
“don’t expect this to be a regular thing.” he deadpans.
you wave him off, shaking your head. “i don’t expect anything, but thank you. it was really kind of you.”
sakusa never does anything for anyone else. he doesn’t have the time or energy to do anything out of the kindness of his own heart. but to be called kind, especially by you, someone who he has never talked to, makes him feel unsure.
when he arrived at the library on that one day, feeling sick and more irritable than normal, seeing his favorite flavor of tea waiting for him at his spot warmed his cold heart. who knew sakusa kiyoomi had one?
he just had to return the favor. to know that he might owe someone a favor bothered him to no end. sakusa told himself that he was simply just returning the favor and not because he wanted an excuse to talk to you, because he doesn’t need friends. but when he saw the genuine look of happiness on your face, he realized that he might like doing things for other people – okay, maybe just you.
he reminds himself that he doesn’t have the time for anyone else (komori and atsumu demand enough of his attention) but he supposes if he can see that look on your face one more time, putting a little effort in might be worth it.
he hums in response, pulling his mask back up and he starts to head out.
“sakusa!” you call out, a little louder than what’s deemed acceptable in the library.
he casts a glance over his shoulder.
“thank you again.” you smile warmly at him and he thinks his heart might just explode. the tips of his ears flush red and in a panic, he nods in acknowledgement because he doesn’t trust his voice.
and it did become a regular thing.
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CHARACTER DETAILS / START GAME
THE STARS ALIGN
ㅡan otome-style interactive fiction wherein you play as (y/n). the plot and the character (y/n) ends up with are solely dependent on your choices. (taglist open)
♡ POSSIBLE PAIRINGS: Daichi Sawamura x reader | Miya Atsumu x reader | Kuroo Tetsurou x reader | Tsukishima Kei x reader | ? x reader
♡ SETTING: University
♡ TAGS: tooth-rotting fluff! | otome/reverse harem | romance | interactive fic | cliché tropes/dynamics
♡ GAME RULES:
↬ after every end of the fic, there will be a poll and readers are encouraged to participate
↬ ofc, majority wins so no hard feelings if your choice doesn't win!
♡ REMINDER: (y/n) uses they/them pronouns and is a fem bodied character. eye color, skin color, hair color, race, etc. are not specified.
♡ VERSION UPDATE every FRIDAY of the week beginning Feb 10, 2023, 12pm EST.
• taglist: @thechaosoflonging @alienvarmint @phoenix666stuff @citrustsuki
a/n: hi, some of my old followers may be familiar with this concept as i have done this before with RUN (unfortunately i wasn't able to finish it on time before christmas sooo continuation this year? *winks*) go check it out if you want a clearer idea of how this fic works. i will update once a week only since the plot will depend on your choices. technically, i'll have to improvise every update. don't be afraid to interact, this is literally an interactive fic lol. anyways, are you interested?
DO YOU WANT TO PLAY ?
NAVIGATION
♡ New Beginnings
♡ Your Place or Mine?
♡ The Labyrinths
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the line between us
⭒ suna rintarou x fem!reader
⭒ tags: fbw to lovers (?) | angst | love triangle | emotionally constipated suna | ARAN APPEARS HERE and he's the only person with actual braincells, we love him for that
⭒ nsfw tags: face fucking | oral sex | nipple pinching (punishment) | booty calls | mentions of penetration | let me know if i miss anything
⭒ wc: 5.1k
ㅡafter the stunt pulled at the party, you find yourself with an answer you seeked for but wished never had to know.
a/n: a repost (tho i took down the first one hours after its release) bc i finally, for the love of god, proofread this. it's not perfect but it's the best it can get. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this. sympathize with me, cry with me. goodluck ;)
the drabble i based this off | part 1
the morning has been dragging you out as though you could sense every student's wasted energy from last weekend's party. even you have not recovered from the events that unraveled that nightㅡalbeit, a particular blonde made it almost unforgettable. he made it clear to leave a receipt, a topic to gossip about on a sober monday morning.
"you're dating y/n?!" the blonde announces in an obnoxiously loud voice.
to be fair, how could not one's ear be piqued by a controversial statement? even you, the subject of the news, had your eyes goggling at osamu's twin, the infamous blonde setter who broke the news to everyone, miya atsumu.
osamu peels his head away from the fake kiss to look at his brother with a face you could imagine, embarrassed or worse horrified. his face instantly beats red, which does not help at all because it made him look guilty. in a snap, everyone's eyes were on you. a spectacle in a midst of a bleak university life.
"since when?! i thought you guys were just friends?" as atsumu pressed it became more complicated.
if osamu denies dating then the plan will collapse in a matter of seconds all because of his brother's nosiness. besides, osamu is concerned about you. he knows that putting a label on a romantic relationship is a concept hard for you to grasp. he does not want to make you feel uncomfortable by insensitively claiming that you both are dating. thus, the best response he could muster is to divert the attention.
"what's with that ugly expression on your face?" he insults him with his biggest pride (aside from being one of japan’s best setter) "and what's it with you if i am or am not dating (y/n)? it's not like you don't know her."
as atsumu theatrically gasps out loud, his drink spilling over the rim of his cup at his sudden movement your eyes gravitate toward the far corner of the room so easily as though being with him for more than a year or so made you instinctively find him in a crowded room. all faces turn blank as you spot him standing alone with a cup in hand and eyes locked with yours. he neither moved a muscle nor stray his focus from you. instead, he stares at you as if the argument between the twins and the loud music in the room vanishes into white noise. he was hard to read. he appeared as if he was the person you first met, and not the one you spent rainy days in bed, clothed with nothing but his arms around your naked waist.
in the end, osamu was forced to give a vague answer to redeem the situation. "maybe, we're dating. maybe, we're not." up until today atsumu has no idea of the truth.
no one knows the truth of your petty revenge.
today, you thought of giving back to osamu by baking him snacks during the food laboratory. it's a recipe you came up with for a project. you made it a point to make more than you are required so both you and osamu can share, like you always do. bonding over food has become a thing between the two of you.
monday is the only time of the week when you do not share a class with your friend and the only chance you get to meet him is when you cross paths at the corridor, which happened just now.
"samu!" you greet from a distance, your free hand waving at him. osamu reciprocates by flashing a smile.
"hey." he says, catching his breath as he jogs toward you. "do you have class after four?" he asks. when you utter no, his face lights up. "can you please do me a favor? my professor messed up my schedule."
"sure, as long as it's anything within my capacity," osamu lets out a relieved sigh.
"here," handing you a camera in his hand, you can already tell what it's about. "i promised tsum to record their practice game today at four but i couldn't since my professor is calling us for an unannounced consultation."
"this technically works in atsumu's favor." you arch a brow making the other pull the corner of his lips upward.
"i know my brother is a bit of an ass but i want to support him. i'm pursuing my passion and so does he, and he supports me with my cooking. i do not want to let him down today since this practice match is important to him and his team. so, technically..." he copies your wording endearingly as he suppresses a smile (how can you say no at this point??) "...it is important to me too. It’s a favor that works two ways, me and atsumu's but i'd say more of me since i do not want to get an earful from him when we get home so can you do this for me, please? pleaaase?"
you playfully roll your eyes as you say a half-hearted, "fine."
"yes! thank you! thank you!" osamu leans forward to catch you in a tight embrace. he pulls back to look at you at an arm's length. "i'll do anything to pay back the favor."
"you don't have to."
"no, i insist."
"samu, honestly, i'm in debt. i have to pay you back twice for the party last weekend."
"hm?" osamu angles his head to the side. "that's not a favor, it worked to my advantage too." you blink at him twice, confused if you heard him right.
"what?" but just as you asked, he shoves the camera in your hand as he walks past you.
"unimportant, bye!" he waves goodbye, leaving you baffled as you peer at both of your hands full of... wait... the food!
"samu, wait! the snack!" you lift a tight container in the air. "i baked these for you!"
instantly, osamu runs back to you with a grin that reaches his ears as you open the lid of the container. he takes a piece and bites large, enough to fill the sides of his cheeks. he thanks you hurriedly and wastes no time by briskly walking back down the hallway. a few steps away, he turns to look through his shoulder,
"ginger and cinnamon?! you're a mad scientist! when did you become a fan of cinnamon? it's on your every dish but it tastes good so i have zero complaints! thank you, (y/n)!" his comment makes you chuckle out loud only to be abruptly stopped by a realization that came after his innocent words. at that moment, your heart sinks gradually and silently into the depths of an open sea. it makes no noise, no signs of falling into a trap of nothingness that slowly turned into a tinge of pain. unable to grasp, your legs remained unmoved.
cinnamon.
he loves cinnamon.
on days spent with you, suna basks himself in the warmth of your apartment and fresh bakes. he told you that he loves cinnamon and you find it telling of his personality. like a cinnamon scent, his outer physique holds a hint of spice and mystery, one that reels you in. but as you devour it, rolling it at the back of your tongue and savoring every ounce of its taste, you relish sweetness. it is him, in every aspect, it is him.
osamu leaves you to your thoughts as the gray-headed misses to take a cue from your running mind. you are far more affected by suna than you thought. you were used to orbiting each other's ecliptics that losing him means losing your balance. it takes it in you to harden your knees and turn your feet into motion. when did you end up being so emotionally affected by someone?
you empty your mind as you walk to the gym, debriefing yourself on the task at hand. when you arrived, the volleyball team is already doing rounds of warm-ups as the visiting university settles their things on the other side of the court. atsumu immediately sees you as he turns a lap, face contorting into a confused look. soon, he approaches you before the practice game begins.
"i'm samu's sub." you say when he nears you.
"how kind of you. is this your way of putting your best foot forward so i can approve you as my twin's girlfriend?" you almost choke, almost. right, he didn't know. you make a mental note to tell osamu that he should let his twin know or else his mouth will cause you both a problem.
"but seriously," atsumu takes the water bottle next to you then uncaps it before taking a gulp. he takes the bottle away from his mouth and speaks. "take care of samu. he may appear unfeeling most of the time but he's a 'lil softy inside. when we were young i cry out loud in front of many making me the expressive and loud twin while he remains the calm, emotionally stable one. though i always catch him crying alone in our room."
atsumu is beginning to believe that you are officially dating his brother and something about what he said puts a weight on your shoulder. although bringing you as his date to the party to show it off to suna is his plan, you do not want to hurt him in any way possible. if your pretentious act will stir him into an issue he does not want to be involved in, you have no one else but to blame yourself. after all, he did it for you.
a man walks up to atsumu and before he could utter a word his eyes met yours. a subtle surprise makes his brow twitch as he sees you holding the miya’s camera.
"you're here." aran states the obvious.
"yep, i'll record the practice match. oh! speaking of i can send you a file too just give me your email."
"sure, it's ojiro underscore-" you cut him off, smiling to him shyly.
"no! there's no way i'll remember that. send it to me over sms. i think you have my number."
"do i?" he asks though it seemed as if he's asking himself rather than you. he shrugs, "if i don't i'll ask rintarou."
a prominent pound in your chest vibrates through your ribs as his name is spoken. You have lost grip on the situation before you as you ponder. why do you feel this way? he’s meant to be just your fuck buddy, a man that warms your bed when the night feels cold, nothing more. but why... why do you feel this way?
"your ex." atsumu fails to read the room. aran side-glances him as he damps his face with a towel.
"we were not dating." you point out with gritted teeth. atsumu is once again intrigued.
"'were'." he repeats to himself. "right, 'cause you're currently dating osamu." aran looks at you then back to atsumu then back to you again obviously eavesdropping. just when you thought his mouth will cause you and his brother a problem, he brings it to you the earliest possible. aran is suna's closest friend. if there is anyone who knows suna like the back of their hand, it is aran.
taking a swift glance at aran who is currently busy folding his towel, thus you take this chance to round your eyes at the blonde and point to the man next to him using your eyes. with a forced smile, you wish for atsumu to take a hint. "you know what tsumu, let's talk about it some other time."
he looks at aran briefly before turning to you with his brows pressed to the center. although hesitant, atsumu nods. "alright, you and samu need to explain a lot of things, and you guys might need time too. i don't mind waiting, okay? just in the meantime please be gentle with him. and don’t tell him I said that!” he points at you defensively making you laugh.
“aw, aren’t you a sweet brother?” as you tease him, the deeper the creases on his face appears making his the top of cheeks round like steamed buns.
ultimately, atsumu leaves you to your task as he jogs to the court for the practice match. aran, on the other hand, did not say anything about you dating osamu but instead said his thanks for recording the match.
by the time the practice match ended, the sun has long set. even though tonight may be the ideal time to walk back to your apartment under the shadows of moonlight, the heavy rain pour stops you. worse, it won't let you go home. you left your umbrella at your place again, a bad habit you have since. hence, you're stuck at the sports building. the only way for you to go home without getting all soaked up is through atsumu who is still in the meeting with their coach which takes hours to finish including the allotted time for a cool down and stretching and tidying up the court or you can wait for the storm to pass by which may also take hours or a day even since it shows no signs of stopping.
having left with no choice, you bounce on the balls of your feet as you stare outside. the loud splatter of rain on the roof and cement deafens your hearing which made it impossible for you to hear the footsteps coming from behind. an oversized leather jacket drops on your head, therefore, snapping you to divert your attention at the source. before you could see the person's face, his voice says it all.
"you never bring your umbrella." suna says, walking past you with a hood over his head and hands tucked inside the pocket of his pants. he spare you a look as the image of him blends in with the rain.
it was the first time he spoke to you since the event at the pumpkin patch. the day you never felt the same.
you reach home half-wet and half-not. the bottom of your legs down to your feet is soaked making the feel of your shoes and socks icky from rain but from your waist up to your face is dry thanks to suna's leather jacket.
upon entering your apartment, a dilemma keeps your feet glued next to the coat rack. you do not like seeing a piece of his clothing that line his silhouette out in the space where you can see at any point in your small apartment but you must hang it or else you will leave droplets of water on the floor. call it pathetic but you do not want to be reminded of him. remembering him brings a wave of emotions you are not accustomed to, one that you have not completely deciphered yet.
torn, you leave it on the floor. shriveled into a pile of black making it hard to recognize as a piece of clothing. that is not the best solution and you should not be doing this but it works for now. satisfied, you leave it at your doorstep as you head to your room to change.
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what was once a daily chore for suna suddenly turn foreign to him after a prolonged time of abstinence but it does not miss the fact that his body still knows how to pleasure an expectant doe beneath him.
"fuck me in the face, suna." the girl from his class drags her lips from the column of his neck down to his collarbones. when she attempts to suck on his skin to leave a mark, suna pinches her nipples as a punishment.
"i said no to hickeys." suna glares at her and all she could do is whine and pout her lips. but when he was with you, he would let you do anything. he would let you pepper his skin with bruised kisses, marking every inch of his body and oddly suna became fond of it. he looks at himself through the mirror with traces of you after morning and mornings could not be better than it was. having realized what he is thinking and feeling pathetic to reminiscing about you in a midst of having sex, suna lowers his body to the woman. to cloud his thoughts, he hovers her completely about to shove his cock again into her sensitive pussy when she stops him mid-doing so.
"not now, it hurts. you fucked me hard i can't take another round." the edge of her manicured nails graze softly on his jawline. the other hand scratching his back down from his shoulder blades down to his inner thighs. "but if you let me..." suna groans from the touch of her hand around his length. she teases him more by moving her hand slowly up and down. she caresses his tip using her thumb which causes suna to shut his eyes. his reaction fuels the girl's confidence, therefore, sliding down beneath him and between his thighs, arms pressing his waist down to her face.
suna steadies his balance by holding onto the headboard of the bed. his body gains its motion, banging his hips against her face, cock deep down on her throat. wet moans escape from his lips as she sucks harder, lips tightening around his hardened cock, and tongue dancing at every thrust he gives. lust and pleasure build in his core which pushes suna to gain speed. choking noises and groans fill the small room as the girl begs for more and suna gives exactly what she asks.
though he is reluctant to admit it, the past few days of shared awkward glances and cold shoulders have taken a toll on him. he should not be disappointed because who you are to him should be nothing more than friends with benefits. but something about how you carried yourself to the party, hand anchored over some guy's arm as you giggle at whatever lame joke the miya told you that he couldn't easily brush off. more so when you looked at him from a distance like a stranger and not a person whom you spent more than a year with.
drooling on suna's precum and her saliva, the girl's soft cries tangles with his stuttered breathing. Her jaw tenses but when she feels suna's thigh tense and his hips jerking, a sign that he is about to cum she welcomes every thrust. she wants the infamous suna rintarou of the fine arts department to cum at her disposal.
meanwhile, he blocks any thoughts of you in his head as he focuses on cumming in her mouth. albeit, the girl encourages him as she closes her lips around his digit. soon, a rush of intensity overcomes his body. he shudders as his thighs constricts and lose strength. It is not long when he finally reaches his orgasm. it takes a few lazy pumps in her mouth for him to ejaculate. the girl swallows as she searches for his eyes. however, suna’s lids are shut as he leans his face on his forearm resting on top of the headboard. he takes his softened cock from her mouth before lying on the bed beside her. not a few minutes in, his phone rings to a call. suna curses under his breath as he is forced to push himself up. due to lack of strength, he slides from the bed to the carpeted floor to reach for his phone tucked inside the pocket of his pants scattered on the floor.
"hello?" he says in short breaths.
"so, it's true." the boy says without a context making suna pull the phone away from his ear to read the contact name. it reads 'ojiro aran'.
"about what?" the girl crawls up next to him, kissing the back of suna's ear.
"about (y/n). damn, i thought you were reading things wrong."
"what about her?" just as suna asked, the girl cooed for him to come back to bed, trailing kisses on his neck to lure him to cuddle her.
"jesus fucking-, i heard that. i heard that! you know what. nevermind." a sound of a ceramic cup hitting the wooden center table resonates from the other line along with aran's frustrated tone.
"no, no, don't hang up." suna utters hurriedly before covering the microphone of his pocket device. he turns around to mouth "i can't." to the girl. he takes his boxers tossed near his pants only to be rendered to a deflated beat on the other line.
aran did hang up.
suna was quick on redialing his friend's number and to his luck, aran answered almost immediately.
"don't leave me hanging." he gathers his clothes on the floor before heading straight to the bathroom.
"if i hear another moan from a girl i fucking swear i will not answer your call again."
"it's barely a moan but yeah, yeah, whatever. she's not here." there is a short pause at the end before aran asks, voice threading on thin ice.
"that girl... that isn't (y/n), is it?" although the answer to it is obvious, it took suna a couple of seconds to respond. last month he was enjoying a free taste of a muffin, cookie, a bun, and more all with the soft kick and aroma of cinnamon. with you time seems to slow down, watching movies, fucking until both of you are breathless, and talking about random things until sleep finds its way on your lids. but now is different. he stands inside an acquaintance's bathroom with a fresh scent of lemon and sweets, far from how he remembers you.
"no." suna utters in a low tone.
"on a scale of one to ten, how fucked are you? how can you mess this up?! i was rooting for you guys!" suna remains silent as he bites on his molars. aran begins to narrate. "she was at the practice game this afternoon and saw her talking to miya. i approached them and she asked me if i wanted the file, volleyball stuff. anyway, after that atsumu was damned serious about the topic they were talking about. you know, i can only count the times he was serious about something using one hand, volleyball included."
"were they talking about the incident at the party?" suna sits on the toilet cover as he listens intently.
"i am not sure if it was regarding that night but atsumu was asking (y/n) to take care of his brother since they're dating. i'm starting to believe something is going on between osamu and (y/n). i mean, (y/n) doesn't date, just like you, and for her to ‘date’ osumu… hah! this is a stretch for her. she even took osamu’s spot as a recorder at today’s practice match." aran waits for him to say anything but the other kept his tongue stuck to his throat. the boy asks. "have you talked to her?"
suna mumbles a weak "no."
"why not?"
"i don't know! she's not texting me!" frustrated, suna's voice increases in volume.
"well, have you tried reaching her?"
"no!"
"then, you're officially stupid! all you have to do is ask her why. is that hard to do?! for fucks sake you've slept with countless women but you still have zero ideas on how to deal with them?!" aran argues which heats the conversation even more.
"exactly! i only fuck with them but i never..." lost with words and unable to describe moments with you, suna curses out loud. "fuck this! fuck me! i fucking hate all of this!"
the boy with parted raven hair storms out of the apartment of the girl he barely remembers the name of and lets his feet take him anywhere. he never minds the heavy downpour of rain over his head. his thoughts are running fast, jumbled, and tangled into loops. aran's narrative and advice ring through his ears as doubts and feelings of betrayal resurfaces. out of all men in this world, you're dating someone whom suna kept a keen eye on. he was certain osamu had feelings for you long ago but you refuse to believe, teasing him about old foe jealousy. suna wasn't jealous. he can keep up with his lifestyle of sleeping with multiple women without feeling sheer jealousy when they turn to somebody else. it is something that never bothers him, or so he thinks.
his confidence is shaken when he finds himself knocking on a familiar door.
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changing to comfortable oversized clothes and having a warm meal is not quite enough to change your thoughts on suna's leather jacket. you eye the innocent clothing lying on the floor begging to be picked up and hung over the hook like the others. if the jacket could speak it would have shouted at you to treat it fairly like the others on the rack.
"but your owner is a prick," you speak bitterly. great, now you're talking to a jacket. what's next? his shirt in your drawer? his phone number? his pictures on your phone? this is beginning to feel like an actual break up and it's causing you energy. you don't want to deal with these kinds of problems, mainly the reason why you never commit to a relationship.
when you were about to turn your face away from the front door, soft knocks on the door echoed.
"coming." you shout monotonously, dragging your feet to the door and freezing when the lights flicker. the thunder and lightning, heavy rain pouring, and unstable electricity power makes the scene before you like a deja vu of a horror film. after all, who the hell is visiting you at ten in the evening? and on a freaking stormy monday?
unlocking the barrel and twisting the knob open, you hesitantly pull on the door. behind it is the last person you expected. drenched and quivering in the rain and cold but he does not seem to mind or rather notice. however, his eyelids peel open when he sees you at the doorstep as though he, too, was clueless and surprised to see you.
"what are you doing here?" with a wide-eyed gaze your heart pounds in your chest. this is the first time you ever to talked to him in weeks.
"i-, a-are you," he stammers, swallowing thickly to regain his composure. he starts on the wrong foot. "why are you ignoring me?"
"rin, it's-" he cuts you off abruptly and fear comes alive when he asks.
"is it true? are you dating osamu?"
"listen, rin. i think you should-"
"tell me!" he shouts, a nerve on his forehead protruding from tension. "do you like him?! have you fallen for him?! do you imagine him as we fuck?!"
"NO! GOD, NO!" you scream. the sky rumbles and a harsh gust of wind swirls the trees into a stoic dance. the storm is with you. it unleashes wrath so you do not have to lose control. on the other hand, suna loses it.
"THEN, WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!" at that moment, you too fell into the pit of wrath.
"AND WHY DO YOU HAVE TO KISS HER IN FRONT OF ME?!" as if the rain is not enough to fill the gutter with pools of rainwater, the clouds burst. gradually, water breaks through the edges to rush through the drainages, like your tears that had overflown your lids, forming streaks of rivers on your cheeks.
your silent cry snapped suna back to his senses, stunned that he had made you cry. he did not intend to confront you in an argument nor did he wish for the situation to worsen, but in a matter of a minute or so, he made it happen. He runs his tongue over his dried purple lips and catches you off guard when he closes the gap, hand meeting with the side of your face. his thumb catches a tear as worry replaces anger on his face.
"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you cry. i shouldn't have raised my voice at you. i'm sorry, i'm sorry." he hushes you with a soothing voice. both of his hands on your face holding you like a fragile ornament ready to break anytime pressure is applied. the tip of his nose brushes against yours as your foreheads connect, and he dips in. a pair of cold lips touch yours in a prolonged peck before he draws back.
"kiss me back." yearning laces in his voice that almost convinces you to do just as you were told when he leans to steal another kiss. he urges you to move your mouth with his but he is left to an unmoving pair. he pulls back just enough for him to speak. "why won't you kiss me?" he pleads in question so gently that it breaks your heart.
"i can't." you lower your head down, unable to meet his gaze.
"why not?" his lids flutter open as he tilts your chin to search for your eyes.
"i can't do this with you. we have to stop."
"i don't understand." his thumb rubs circles on your cheeks and his brows pulled lower.
"it's not the same, at least for me."
it all makes sense now. everything that you felt from the day you saw him kiss a woman at the pumpkin patch to having him hold you in this manner. how thoughts of him perceiving you similarly to every other girl he slept with burn holes in your chest. how he made you feel special, how he treated you special. how he kissed no one but you, touched no one but you. in a dreamlike glimpse, you were convinced that you are more than just a body count on his list. that maybe, he felt it too. maybe, you are an exception. maybe, he can feel for you too.
"i'm greedy. i'm selfish. i'm not the same." you mutter, brows pressed gently to form a crease on your forehead. you lock eyes with him. "i want something you can never give."
in finality, the heavens wail for your broken heart. for a second you thank a friend for crying with you, holding you through your first heartbreak. and you hoped that as the storm past by, it washes off the pain that left your heart.
then, all of a sudden just before your mouth opens to speak your final words, the electricity in your apartment went off.
a temporary silence,
a temporary death.
breaths together in a still room,
you bleed your heart open.
"i want all of you."
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nsfw!tendo headcannons
what's it? smut
allergen warning/s? (all are just mentions as this is just a headcannon) threesome/gangbang, dom!tendo, degradation, painplay, bondage, throat stuffing, facials, corruption kink, filming, spitting
sugar level? 0.6k
regulars? @hanayanetwork
bon appetit!
♧ the type to experiment in bed. is open to trying anything at least once.
♧ one time, he stayed over at your shared home with ushijima (you're with toshi in this headcannon). you just came home from work and did not know tendo was staying over for the night that day so upon seeing your gorgeous boyfriend sat on the living room sofa manspreading and shirtless, you couldn't help but climb over him and capture his bottom lip between yours. tendo walked downstairs from the guest bedroom to fetch a glass of water when he spotted the both of you. he couldn't help but join in, especially when you were looking at him like the sexiest thing he has ever seen. he would do it again, 10/10
♧ very territorial. likes to leave marks around your neck-collarbone area so everyone knows you're taken. if you're in public and someone stares, he'll click his tongue and once their attention goes to him, he sends them a wink.
♧ kinda thinks breeding is overrated. i mean, yeah, it's nice, but he thinks seeing his partner covered in his cum - on their breasts, on their face, their back, on their pussy - is so much better. it ties in to him being territorial.
♧ such a mean dom!! he's mocking, degrading his partner and slapping them across the face, sometimes with his cock.
♧ he likes having his partner retrained. seeing his partner all tied up in bed, left to nothing but his mercy gets him unbelievably hard and there's nothing he wants more than to stuff them full of his dick.
♧ likes stuffing his fingers down his partner's throat. his digits are so long and thin and it triggers your gag reflex every time he does it. really, that's the whole reason why he enjoys it so much.
♧ connected to the headcannon with ushijima earlier, he would not stop fucking you if someone walked in on the both of you. in fact, if it was one of his friends, he'd just quirk an eyebrow at them and ask if they want to join or if they needed anything from him since they were staring and everything.
♧ "whacha starin' at pal? ya jealous?" "wakatoshi-kun! wanna join? i'm sure [y/n] won't mind!"
♧ and every single time you agree to it, ushijima joins you swiftly, stripping down to his boxers before he even makes it to the bed and having already forgotten the main reason he went to the master bedroom in the first place.
♧ 10/10 has a corruption kink. really just wants to ruin his partner and everything from cumming on their face, spitting, degradation, filming, everything. anything to prove they're a whore for him and only him.
♧ the one that's most likely to have asked his partner if they could invite someone else in their sexy times and have a threesome. mf doesn't even care if it's another man or another woman. he just really wants to try it. he wants to try both too, to see how the dynamic changes. creative minds like satori's becomes dangerous during times like this.
♧ experiences dom drops the most too tho :(( . takes a lot of reassurance and kind, honest words to build him back up again. it mostly happens after, once da Post-Nut Clarity™ is gone.
♧ a bit of a sadomasochist, yet as you have read, a strong lean towards the sadist side of the spectrum.
♧ clench your pussy while he's inside you and he'd be fucking you so hard you won't be able to walk the next day. this is not a threat, this is a spoiler.
i get: reblog
you get: red hair dye
do we have a deal?
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"What are you doing?" Kiyoomi asks from his place on the bed, wary.
His arms part as he makes space for you to wiggle your way onto his chest. He breathes a laugh at your antics, watches as you take his face between the palm of your hands. The grin that tugs on your lips is a little lopsided, a little cheeky.
The bright red of your lips catches the light and it is the last thing he sees before you begin your assault.
Kiss. On his lips.
Kiss. Right cheek.
Kiss. Left cheek.
Kiss. Tip of his nose.
Kiss. The moles on his forehead.
By the tenth kiss, he is roaring in laughter. The kind of laugh that you've only ever heard when he's with you. It's loud, it shakes his entire being, jostling your body that lies on top of his if not for the arms he has wrapped around you to keep you in place.
It's a little ugly, a little silly the way he snorts in between laughs, but it is offset by the unbridled joy so clear to your ears.
The kisses you leave by the corner of his eyes are distorted by the way they're crinkled in laughter. From there, his grin is a permanent fixture as you continue to fill every gap on his face and neck with kisses.
As the tint on your lips slowly fades, his laughter does too, mellowing down into a dopey little smile, eyes bright. You pull back to admire your handiwork, your smile just as dazed.
One arm unravels from your waist to cradle one of your hands still cupping his cheeks. He nuzzles into the touch, eyes tracing over your features, gaze so warm you feel it on your skin. It moves you to lean in once more, to kiss him on the lips.
Longer this time.
And Kiyoomi is more than eager to reciprocate. It's heavier, wetter. More breaths, gasps, and the occasional bites. There is an attempt at deepening the kiss further; Kiyoomi's tongue tracing the seam of your lips. But the giddiness that thrums through him pulls his grin wider. Every time your teeth clash, it makes you laugh into his mouth. It is truly in vain that you try to kiss properly.
When you finally pull away, it is to Kiyoomi mirroring you and cupping your cheeks with both hands.
"What was that for?" He is breathless as he asks. The look on his face no less lovestruck than it was before. The tint on his lips was the most smeared compared to all other kiss marks on his face. It makes you giggle, amused.
"I just wanted to kiss you, is all." You kiss the palm of his left hand to emphasize. "And I wanted to try out the lipstick I bought today." You nod towards the tube sitting innocently on your nightstand.
Kiyoomi shakes his head, chuckling to himself.
He hugs you to his chest, rolling you onto your back, placing himself on top of you. He reaches for the tube of lipstick, smile growing mischievous.
"Guess it's time to return the favor."
#just silly little lovestruck kisses with kiyoomi#happy mwahrch to those who celebrate (me)#i want to kiss him soooo badddd#i bought new lipstick the other day and here we are#sakusa x reader#sakusa kiyoomi#hq fluff#sakusa fluff#san's blobs#haikyuu#sakusa one shot#sakusa x you#haikyuu fanfic#sakusa fanfic#sakusa drabble#haikyuu drabble
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when you know, you know, atsumu miya ;
pairing atsumu miya x f!reader
word count 1k
synopsis atsumu considers marriage to be a trap, until he realizes that even a lifetime commitment to you isn't long enough
content contains fluff, talks of marriage!!!! he's a softie
It starts off like this: nobody sees Atsumu Miya getting married — not now, not ever, not in the foreseeable future, nor in any of the millions of alternate and parallel universes that may or may not exist.
You’re just not the type of person we see settling down.
Yeah, that might be true, but it still stings a little. It stings when he sees the white picket fences, and the cars with the MY KID’S AN HONOR STUDENT bumper stickers. It stings when he happens to accidentally catch a rerun of those family-centered sitcoms; the ones where they argue during the day and make up at night, with some cliche moral to the over dramatic situations that have occurred onscreen fifteen minutes ago. It stings when he watches his teammates get engaged and he has to congratulate them — he’s genuinely happy for them, don’t get him wrong — but still…
It doesn’t matter. Atsumu Miya has long since held the firm belief that he’s just not the type of person the whole “fall in love, get married, have a family, cue the domesticity cuteness overload” schtick is meant for. Besides, it’s not like it’s something he’s spent years obsessing over (maybe months, at most).
He rationalizes his bachelor status (that’s been a part of him for so long that it’s getting to become somewhat of a red flag for potential girlfriends) as him being the only one left with his priorities straight. After all, he doesn't have to worry about things like parent-teacher conferences or crayon drawings on the wall or trying to buy flowers to make sure the wife isn’t too mad when he comes home late.
After all, he tells everyone, settling down is still settling.
And Atsumu Miya, under no circumstances, ever settles.
Which is an ideal he clings to with such a tight grip, if it were flesh and blood, it would be suffocating. He doesn’t, he decides after a while, believe in marriage.
(That is to say: he doesn’t believe that it’s possible for him.
It’s not what he says explicitly, but it’s what he truly means.)
So, when he tells you this on your second date, you’re a little stunned, but you’re quick to recover. Okay… So that’s the explanation you’ve been waiting for. The reason why this six feet two inches tall professional athlete with a bank account he generously withdraws money from has been single for so long is because he doesn’t believe in marriage.
Other than that, he’s been nothing but great. Near perfect. So, all you do is nod and continue on with the original topic of the conversation. Eventually, your budding romance blooms into something much bigger than either of you ever anticipated or saw coming, and while you yourself have never mentioned the M-word after that date, it’s all Atsumu can think about right now.
Marriage.
The concept of it looms over your relationship; a perpetual gray cloud that threatens to flood this perfect little relationship and have it all go down the drain. You never brought it up after he basically told you he would never marry anyone, and he never brought it up purely because — well — he’s a bit of a coward.
He’s the type of person who’s set on his own convictions, by the way. If his balls ever drop, and he decides to Man Up, he figures he’ll start the conversation just like that. His stubbornness is nothing new to you, but him figuring out that he might be wrong makes his stomach feel funny. It’s sick and twisted.
“Hey, what do you want for dinner tonight? I’m at the store right now, and I’m in the mood to cook.” He can picture it clearly: you, standing in one of the grocery store aisles, phone balanced in between your ear and shoulder as you compare the ingredients of the name brand and generic cereal.
He’s in the locker room, about to pack up his gym bag (that you’ll complain reeks) and head back to his apartment (that’s starting to feel a lot more like yours, with the way your skincare products dominate the bathroom counter), and it hits him so suddenly, he has to sit back down on the bench.
Atsumu Miya thinks that marriage isn’t for him, and as a defense mechanism, he decides that marriage sucks anyway. But through the tinny speakers of his phone, he can hear you toss something in the shopping cart. He hears the faint crying of a toddler in the background, and then he starts to think about what it would be like to walk around the store with a baby that takes after you. Right now, you’re already sleeping in the same bed with him at least four times out of the week, but it would be perfect, he thinks, to get the privilege to wake up to you every morning.
“Atsumu?” You try to get his attention, and Atsumu tries to ignore the warm and fuzzy feeling he gets when he considers a future with you. Settling down is still settling, he tells himself, and then he thinks of the way you looked when you caught the bouquet at a friend’s wedding. The pleased smile on your face, the triumphant way you held the flowers over your head, head thrown back in glee; you looked absolutely radiant. You caught his eye, and you quickly lowered your hands, giving him a sheepish grin.
He realizes now that if anyone is settling, it’s you. You don’t know that he notices the way you tear up at weddings, or how excited you sound when you get back from dress shopping with one of your friends. You want to get married, and the only thing stopping you is him.
He’s spent ages deluding himself into thinking that he’s somehow losing if he decides to trap himself into a marriage with someone, but no one can accuse him of settling when it’s you he’s marrying. You’re the prize. You’re the only person in the world he wants to give his last name and an obnoxiously big ring to.
“Make whatever you want, baby. I’ll eat anything.” He’s checking the locations for the nearest jewelers in his immediate vicinity. “I might be a little late, though. I have to check on something.”
#atsumu miya x reader#atsumu miya x you#atsumu x reader#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#drabble#one shot#fluff#hq imagines#atsumu fluff
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“atsumu, when i die —”
“no, stop, don’t say that. ‘ya aren’t going to die.” he interrupted you before you could even finish, his gaze burning.
“of course i won’t, i’m immortal!” you joked. and to this, he flashed a small smile.
“but, hypothetically, if i do die, i want you to make my coffin look cute. maybe LED lights? yeah, and —” you were cut off with your rambling by a kiss to your lips. the two of you savoring the fleeting moment, gripping onto his shirt as you felt yourself weaken from his touch.
“yes, angel, i’ll do that okay? now stop yappin’ about ‘ya dying. ‘ya aren’t goin’ to die. i — i won’t even let ‘ya.” he said with so much determination that you couldn’t help but believe him.
your eyes feel heavy. “‘tsumu?”
“hm?” he looks at you, shimmering eyes.
“i’m tired, i wanna go to sleep.”
“oh — okay, sure — i, i love ‘ya, goodnight. let’s talk again tomorrow, m’kay?” he asked, the hope in his voice felt quite cruel to even exist.
“of course, i love you.”
the beeping from the monitor went to a deafening halt. atsumu felt like he was suffocating, the air in his lungs evaporating. you — the air that filled his lungs, the air he breathes, ceased. the shimmer in his eyes turned into tears.
you two never really did get to properly talk again tomorrow, or the day after that, or ever again.
#UM … i hate this Kinda idk sorry 🙏#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu angst#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu drabbles#haikyuu x you#miya atsumu#miya atsumu x reader#atsumu x reader#atsumu angst#haikyuu one shot#atsumu drabble#haikyuu!!#hq x you#hq x reader#atsumu x y/n#atsumu x you#tw: angst#tw: death#FUN FACT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AKAASHI LOL#haikyuu blurbs#haikyuu headcanons
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Ｋｉｓｓ Ｍｅ Ｔｉｌｌ Ｙｏｕ＇ｒｅ Ｄｒｕｎｋ
⇝ 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
You were smiling at him. He was over at your house, and after a few snacks, you had taken him to your bedroom to play some games.
"We won!" you exclaim as you tackle him in a hug. Kenma hums in reply.
There was a literal fire burning in your eyes as you queued up another game, "Let's play another one,"
After many games though, he felt himself getting a bit frustrated. You weren't giving him much attention. He smirks as he leans back and vows to win this round. Hours had passed by, and the house was asleep, you guys being the exception.
He was getting a little bored.
The end card shows up once more, and you whirl to face him, raising your hand up for a high five. He looks at your hand, then at your face. He raises his hand just a little bit.
"Kenma..." you whine, but as he thought, you shuffle forward to reach his hand.
"Sorry, I'm feeling a bit lazy," he replies.
As you reach his hand, he grabs it and yanks. You let out a startled gasp and fall onto his chest. He presses a few buttons on his controller before the game shuts off.
The both of you shift until you're sitting between his knees, facing him, pouting. Absentmindedly, his hands go to your hips, slipping under your sleeping shirt to trace small circles on your skin.
"We had a streak! What's wrong Ken-" You stop mid-sentence as he leans forward, placing his forehead on yours. Moonlight streams through your window, and you look up at him. He thinks you look very pretty. Kenma says as much, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.
He feels you huff in annoyance, but you don’t push him away. He pulls you closer, kissing your cheeks before backing up just enough to kiss the tip of your nose.
He smiles as your pout melts away.
But he notices the way your eyes flicker down to his lips.
“You want something?” He knows he’s being a little mean, but he justifies it with the goosebumps that rise under his finger tips.
Kenma chuckles before grabbing and kissing you. Your hands fly to his shirt, and he looks at you through hooded eyes. You kiss him back, and he can’t help to smirk at how flustered you get.
Breaking the kiss, you turn away and lay down on the bed. He can’t help but think you look a little drunk. Coming up behind you, he balances himself on his hands as he kisses your neck.
“G-go to sleep, Kenma” You say as you turn to push him down.
He pouts in return, but you’re already pulling the covers up and snuggling into him. Kenma kisses you again before finally grabbing you and closing his eyes.
The last thing he sees is you smiling at him.
⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
#haikyu x reader#haikyuu#hq#hq x reader#haikyu fluff#fluff#Kenma#Kozume#kenma x reader#kenma x you#suriki writes#suriki#one shot#one-shot#kozume x reader#any reader#male reader#female reader#nb reader#suriki's masterlist#request#ask#he’s so ughhh#like he would totally watch you as he kisses you just to sees how much he can fluster you#pins you against the wall just to kiss you until you’re literally so weak you can’t stand up#he looks at it kinda like a game
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MYSTERY OF LOVE !
kenma kozume’s girlfriend casually walks in on his stream and spends some time with him.
notes: kenma kozume x reader. established relationship, streamer!kenma and reader, kind of tenz and kydae relationship (cus im a simp for them).
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“hey, sorry if ‘m interrupting, but you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. want me to make something particular for you or my mom’s lasagne will be okay?” you entered your boyfriend’s office, leaning on the doorway with a worried expression on your face. his eyes shot to you almost immediately, and you could watch his face lightening up upon seeing your silhouette.
“fuck me, it’s been a whole day already?” he asked, tilting his head back by pulling his (a little too long) hair. “whatever you’ll bring me i’d eat with pleasure, love.” a shadow of smile spread over his face as you nodded. “thanks, love you.”
it also turned out that he didn’t mute his stream, and everyone heard his show of affection to you. the whole chat spammed with hearts and awws as you were a common guest on his streams since you were a streamer yourself.
after a few minutes of playing, you walked into the room again, staying off-screen as you handed him the plate with promised lasagne. “don’t you wanna say hi?” he asked, looking at you with a small beam.
it’s been a few months since you revealed your relationship accidentally, there was a glimpse of you, giving your boyfriend a smooch on the lips during one of the irl live-stream of your close friend. the internet had already known you were friends, so announcing that you weren’t only good friends was a hot topic for you two, deciding if you should do it.
“hello chat” you spoke out softly, appearing on the stream with a smile, you could feel kenma’s arm wrap around your waist prior to pulling you to sit on his lap. “wait, have you pulled for nilou on my account already? am telling you chat, this boy is the luckiest one out there.”
“it’s obvious i’m lucky, i have you.” his arm tightened around your waist, as he rested his head on your shoulder, ready for all the edits to flood his twitter timeline. “i haven’t though, do you wanna see how she loses 50/50 with jean?” your boyfriend chuckled, switching the scene so the viewers could only see you.
“stop saying that. i’m gonna off myself if i get another constellation of her. i’m serious chat.” you stated, a serious grimace on your face as kenma logged into your account and switched back the scene when the loading screen appeared. “i’ve been playing on ken’s account lately, yknow farming artifacts for his nilou and gooood, she’s so gorgeous.” you dragged out, shifting on his lap as he opened the wishing window.
viewer kodzuken wished for nilou?? he said she’s shitty
“i didn’t say she’s shitty, i think she’s not worth wishing for.” he answered, making the first ten pull. “yet you still have her in your main party?” you frowned.
“it’s because i know you like her.” he confessed, making you melt internally. you turned your head to face your boyfriend and left a peck on his lips. “you haven’t noticed? i hate playing with the bloop bloop skin in valorant, but it’s your favorite so i always have it on.”
you were about to reply when the game shined with gold. “SHE’S COMING!” you shouted, but then, almost as if your boyfriend cursed it, you saw jean on the screen. “you’re sleeping on the couch today.”
he laughed lowly in respond as he continued to pull on the hydro character’s banner until another gold show on the screen (literally twenty pulls later). “she came home, told you, you’d get her.”
when the stream finally ended, and kenma finally took a break to eat a proper meal besides a few bars of snickers. you sat beside him at the couch, and watch him as he eat. “you should start eating during streams, baby. i’m getting worried.” you muttered, resting your head on his shoulder with a sigh. “almost a ten hours long stream and you ate three snickers and drink at least four energy drinks, ‘s not healthy at all.”
“i’m sorry, love. i’ll set myself a reminder, okay? don’t your pretty head worry.”
#haikyuu kenma#haikyuu x female reader#streamer!kenma#kenma kozume x reader#kenma x reader#kenma kozume fic#kenma one shot#haikyuu fic#haikyuu kenma fic#kenma drabble#kenma x y/n#haikyuu one shot#kenma fluff#kenma kozume#hq x reader#kenma x you#niki’s works 🫂
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it feels like it's just us
suna x gn!reader, implied uni!AU, fluff :-D, not rly established relationship but there's smth going on??? idk LOL i just wanted to write this kind of feeling????
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everyone is finally asleep in the living room, loud snoring having filled the room after a long day of exploring kyoto. one would think that you get up and head to the front door to get some sort of relief from the constant rumbling that the guys' (namely bokuto and atsumu) snoring creates; however, you step outside just to have a moment to yourself and to breathe in the cool air.
it only gets this cool during the night time, and you cherish the stillness of the world that comes with it. nobody else is outside but you... and perhaps the bugs that want nothing more than to be one with the street lamps.
seated at the front steps of the airbnb you and your group rented, you're bundled up in one of suna's hoodies and wearing the first pair of crocs you saw (by the jibbitz, you're sure they belong to hinata). your thoughts still as the cool air and cool tones of the night ease your body to the ground.
you let out a long, needed sigh.
"...you alright?"
you chuckle almost immediately as you hear the voice. your moment of alone time didn't last long, of course; though, you suppose it's alright if it's because of suna.
your head turns and you give him a smile, eyes squinting up slightly as you watch him make his way towards you. he has his hoodie only halfway on, still needing to be tugged down which he never does. he sits himself down beside you, nudging you over as his wider body needs more space to occupy with you having sat yourself in the middle of the front steps.
he sits close though, making sure your knees touch.
"can't sleep?" he speaks again, "you don't have to sleep in the living room with all of us. bokuto'll be fine if he wakes up and realizes you wanted peace and quiet."
you laugh softly. "no, it's nothing like that."
there's a moment of silence as you smile at suna. he carefully takes in your expression and the two of you seemingly take a while to admire one another's features under the moonlight--street lights, really.
you continue when you turn away, feeling a bit of heat rising to your face. "midnight and... i don't know? 1 am? 2 am? it's of my favourite times of the day..."
suna's brows raise. his eyes remain on your face as you let your eyes wander along the street your airbnb is placed. you take in the stone walls, the electrical lines, the lack of lights from the neighbouring homes, and the sounds of the night. he decides to do the same.
"why?" he asks, "wouldn't you rather sleep?"
you laugh. "well, during the winter, yeah. but it feels nice during the summer. the world feels still and you--or at least, i--can really feel the time."
suna's head tilts as he returns his attention to you, and you look towards him with a small smile. "are you always this poetic during graveyard shift hours?"
you playfully roll your eyes and turn away from him, once again letting your eyes wander. he joins you, and the two of you bask in one another's presence as the world stills.
"feels like it's just us," suna whispers, following the cracks on the concrete of the pathway to the airbnb. he realizes what you meant by being able to feel the time. "and the fucking cicadas. those bitches never sleep."
"yep," you chuckle, "they serve as white noise. let's ya think, huh?"
suna shrugs. he wasn't thinking of anything at all during the silence between you two.
"what does it let you think?" he asks softly.
you shrug. "that... i guess that it's nice that i'm here." you let the cool air and cicadas surround you and suna once again only for a moment. "that you and i are here."
suna smiles. "you mean as innnn you like that it's me here and not, i don't know, one of the miyas? oorrr like that we're all in kyoto and that the break from university is nice? ooorr--"
"that you're here with me, rin," you interrupt with a small laugh. your tone is teasing which satisfies suna.
suna tries to hide his smile by turning his head away from you; though you can hear it in his voice as he speaks. "yeah? so if osamu came out here, you'd probably be wishing it was me, huh?"
you roll your eyes. "yes," you say, not bothering to disagree.
suna giggles. he doesn’t turn his head as he continues on. "you sure must like me, huh? considering you kept walking beside me during our hike and now you're telling me you want me here with you to listen to the cicadas sing harmonies and feel the cool breeze of the summer night." when he turns to face you, you don't notice the blush on his cheeks--it's much too obvious in his voice and smile anyway despite him trying to sound teasing. "how romantic of you, i'm touched."
you scoff and turn away with a small smile. "yeah? well, if you ask me, it seems like you're the one with the crush on me, considering you followed me out here and sat so close, probably wanting to bask in my body heat or something like the weirdo you are. and, if i remember correctly, back in the car, weren't you the one who refused hinata lending you his neck pillow because you want him to be comfortable? but you so obviously tried your hardest to find a comfortable spot just to put your head on my shoulder?" you snicker. "how romantic of you."
this time suna laughs. it's more embarrassing when you say it, but he can't be bothered. so what if he's smitten? he giggles and bumps his shoulder against yours which starts a gentle bumping between the both of you.
it's silent again and the words you two spoke playfully lingers in the night. they're gentle words, maybe even shy and uncertain, but they're meaningful. there's an innocence to them that the night cherishes, knowing that moments like this is what it's made for.
"so how long are we staying out here anyway?" he asks, finally wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer. he holds onto the hem of the hoodie you're wearing just to feel even closer.
you laugh. "just a couple more minutes," you say, scooting closer to suna. he lets you get comfortable and tries to mould your body against his in a way that gets you to lay your head on his shoulder. he does this just so he can lay his head on top of yours, craving the closeness as he could never get enough. "unless you wanna go now?"
he lets out a content sigh and closes his eyes. "well, honestly, it doesn't matter. the cicadas are growing on me."
#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#haikyuu imagines#hq imagines#suna rintarou#suna x reader#suna rintarou x reader#haikyuu reader insert#hq reader insert#suna x y/n#suna rintarou x y/n#haikyuu one shot#hq one shot#haikyuu fluff#hq fluff#suna fluff#suna rintarou fluff
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𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 ✯ 𝐓.𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨
"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙙. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚."
PAIRING. Best Friend'sDad!Kuroo Tetsurou x f!Reader
CONTENT. Sexual Content, Age Gap, Adultery, Degradation, Pet Names, Sub!Reader, Dom!Kuroo, Vaginal Intercourse, Spanking
The hidden struggles and desires lurking behind the façade of Kuroo Tetsurou's seemingly picture-perfect suburban family. An ordinary man who, in the midst of a midlife crisis, becomes infatuated with his daughter's friends, Y/N L/N.
WC. 4.2k
A/N. Proof-read like half and hoped for the best. Ts too long not reading allat
WARNING. Minors DNI
Inspired by American Beauty (1999)
𝓣he mid-morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a soft, golden glow on the bedroom walls. Another day in the monotonous cycle of Kuroo’s existence begins. Pulling away from the blissful embrace of sleep, he fumbles to silence the alarm clock, its persistent beeping an unwelcome reminder of the unremarkable hours that lie ahead.
Staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror,he saw a stranger. Deep lines etched themselves deeper into his face, a testament to the weight of a life half-lived.He wondered where the spark of vitality and adventure that once defined him went, as he forced a smile that felt foreign on his weary lips.
Downstairs, the illusion of domestic tranquility is maintained. Akira, his wife, moved through the kitchen with an air of calculated efficiency. Every gesture, every word, a well-rehearsed performance. Beneath her composed facade, was the growing chasm that separated them, a canyon of unspoken grievances and unfulfilled desires.
Nana, his daughter, slouches at the breakfast table, lost in the world behind her headphones. Her sullen gaze hints at the disconnection that has settled between them, a silent reminder of the fragments of intimacy that have slipped away unnoticed. He ached for the days when laughter echoed through these walls, when a genuine connection was forged in the simple moments they shared.
The room was shrouded in an eerie silence as the family sat around the dining table. The clinking of cutlery against plates echoed through the room, accompanied only by the occasional rustle of napkins. Each family member seemed lost in their own thoughts, their faces masked with a disinterested expression.
Nana, a quiet and reserved teenager, took a deep breath and broke the monotony. She glanced at her parents, Kuroo and Akira, who were engrossed in their own world, their eyes fixed on their untouched meals. Her voice barely above a whisper, she quietly shared, "I have a cheer performance tonight."
Akira and Kuroo exchanged a brief, absent-minded glance before shifting their gaze back to their plates. Their lack of response was disheartening but not unexpected.
“We’ll be sure to come dear, what time is it?” Akira replied. “6pm mother.” Nana responded, not looking enthusiastic about it.
Without uttering another word, they continued their silent meal, the sound of chewing filling the void that enveloped the room.
When 6pm rolled in, Akira and Kuroo drove to their daughters' cheer performance in silence as usual, no music, just the sounds of the bustling streets of Tokyo.
Tetsurou Kuroo, a man adrift in the desolate sea of middle-aged mediocrity, found himself drawn to the vibrant chaos of his daughter Nana’s high school cheerleading performance. As he sat in the bleachers, surrounded by enthusiastic parents and the deafening cheers of the crowd, a peculiar restlessness stirred within his soul.
His eyes scanned the sea of young faces, each filled with anticipation and hope. And then, like a siren's call, his gaze fell upon you. You, a vision of youthful allure and confidence, stood at the forefront of the cheerleading squad. Your (h/c) hair cascaded over your shoulders, framing a face adorned with delicate features that seemed to radiate an intoxicating beauty. You radiated a youthful energy, an untamed spirit that danced in your eyes. Laughter, like cascading melodies, echoes through the air, and for a fleeting moment, time slows as your gazes meet.
In that instant, time seemed to slow down, the constraints of his ordinary existence fade away, and the dormant embers of desire ignite within him. The world around Kuroo blurred into the background, as if a spotlight had illuminated you, isolating you from the rest of the universe. Your smile, a seductive curve of lips, pierced through his complacency and ignited a dormant flame within him.
Kuroo's thoughts swirled with a mix of admiration and desire. He couldn't help but be captivated by your aura of self-assuredness, the way you moved with a grace that defied your tender age. You symbolized everything he had lost touch with—youth, vitality, and the intoxicating allure of unbridled passion.
As he watched you perform, Kuroo's mind became a battleground of conflicting emotions. A part of him yearned for the forbidden, to embrace the vibrancy of youth and indulge in the forbidden fruit of desire. Yet another part recoiled in guilt, acutely aware of the consequences and the moral boundaries he risked crossing.
But beneath the surface of his infatuation, a deeper realization began to take hold. He understood that you, with your superficial allure, was merely a vessel for his own misplaced longings. You represented a nostalgia for the freedom and excitement of his own youth, a time when possibilities seemed limitless and life was an open road.
Kuroo's thoughts ventured into the depths of self-reflection. He questioned the choices that had led him to this point—the compromises, the sacrifices, and the loss of his own identity. Your ethereal beauty became a symbol of the life he had forsaken, a reminder of the person he had once been and longed to reclaim.
But as the cheerleading routine came to an end and you disappeared into the bustling crowd, reality settled in. Kuroo recognized the ephemeral nature of his infatuation. You were but a mirage, a fleeting embodiment of his own disillusionment. The true path to fulfillment in rediscovering the beauty himself.
And so, as the applause faded and the cheerleaders retreated from the spotlight so did Kuroo's fantasy.
Kuroo rose from the bleachers and got ready to congratulate his daughter. As they were in the hallways picking up their daughter, his eyes lit up when he saw you holding bouquet from your parents. Your smile shined brighter than any other. It was like those cartoons of a man smelling food and floating towards it, however to him, it was as if he hadn't ate for years.
Kuroo later found himself standing at the window of his dimly lit study, gazing out at the world beyond. His eyes, once dulled by routine, now seemed alive with a glimmer of hope. A gentle breeze danced through the curtains, rustling the papers on his desk. Lost in his thoughts, Kuroo pondered the emptiness that had consumed his life. The monotony of his job, the strained relationships with his wife and daughter, and the relentless pursuit of societal expectations had left him feeling like a hollow shell. A desperate longing for something more whispered within his soul, a plea for salvation from the mundane.
And then, as if in response to his silent prayer, he saw her. A figure, ethereal and captivating, emerged from the shadows. The evening light caressed your porcelain skin, and your flowing white dress seemed to float around you like a cloud. Your hair, cascading in waves like the milky way, framed a face that radiated a beauty so rare and otherworldly, it took Kuroo's breath away.
At that moment, time stood still. Kuroo’s heart, burdened by years of disillusionment, skipped a beat. It was as if an angel had descended from the heavens, gracing his world with her divine presence. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, as though caught in a mesmerizing spell.
As his gaze locked with yours, Kuroo’s mind was flooded with a torrent of emotions. A sense of longing and desire, but also a profound sense of understanding. In her eyes, he saw a reflection of his own hidden dreams and forgotten aspirations. It was a connection beyond words, a silent conversation that reached deep into his soul.
For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Kuroo felt truly alive. The weight of societal expectations and the shackles of conformity melted away, replaced by a surge of newfound liberation. In this mystical encounter, he glimpsed the possibility of breaking free from the chains that bound him.
His thoughts swirled in a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. He yearned to abandon the trappings of his past life, to embrace the beauty and wonder that beckoned him. The angel became a symbol of his redemption, a guiding light in the darkness of his existence.
When morning came he was back to his mundane life routine, it was all just a dream. The morning sun painted gentle streaks of golden light across the kitchen as Kuroo sat down at the breakfast table, his mind still grappling with the lingering thoughts from the previous day's encounter at the high school cheerleading performance. He had been captivated by the enigmatic allure of you, yet a part of him recognized the illusory nature of his infatuation.
"I'll be working the night shift today.." Akira spoke, her back turned to Kuroo as she lightly spread avocado on her toast. Kuroo didn't reply.
As he reached for a slice of toast, his daughter Nana entered the room, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and mischief. She took a seat opposite Kuroo, her youthful energy providing a stark contrast to his own disillusionment.
"Dad," Nana began, "My friend Y/N from cheer is coming over."
“Who is Y/N? I mean, I know she's your friend, but what's she like?"
"Oh, Dad, you have no idea. Y/N is the epitome of beauty. She's confident, charismatic, and has this aura that draws people in. She's got this wild, rebellious spirit that's so different from anyone else I know."
Kuroo’s eyebrows furrowed, a mix of intrigue and caution flickering in his eyes. "Sounds like quite a character. But what's her story? I mean, besides being your friend and all."
Nana replied. "Well, she's got this reputation, you know? The boys at school go crazy over her. She's always surrounded by attention, but she's smart too. She knows how to use her charm to get what she wants."
Kuroo’s mind raced, caught between the allure of your magnetic presence and the nagging voice of reason that warned against crossing forbidden boundaries. "Nana, I hope you understand that there's a lot more to a person than just their outward appearance or reputation. It's important to look beyond the surface and value the qualities that truly matter."
Nana nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "I get it, Dad. But sometimes, you just can't help being drawn to someone, you know? Y/N has this energy, this confidence that's hard to ignore. I guess that's why she has such an effect on people."
Kuroo’s heart skipped a beat, his thoughts immediately transported back to the image of you on the cheerleading squad, your vibrant beauty captivating him like a moth drawn to a flame. He struggled to maintain composure, to hide the flicker of desire that threatened to ignite within him.
"Y/N, huh?" Kuroo replied, feigning casual interest as he tried to quell the rising tide of emotions. "That's nice, Nana. You two have fun."
The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the windows as you arrived at the Kuroo residence, your presence like a gust of wind that stirred the stagnant air. Kuroo watched from the corner of the room, a mix of curiosity and trepidation coursing through his veins.
You, exuding an air of confidence and allure, walked into the house with a sway in her hips and a smile that could melt hearts. Your eyes locked onto Kuroo, a knowing glimmer dancing within them. The room seemed to come alive, charged with an electrifying energy that crackled between them.
Kuroo’s heart skipped a beat as you approached him, voice dripping with seductive charm. "Hi, Mr. Kuroo. It's so nice to see you again. Nana has told me so much about you."
Kuroo’s pulse quickened, his mind racing to find the right words. "Likewise, Y/N. Nana speaks highly of you. I hope you two have a good time hanging out. She's upstairs showering right now"
You leaned in closer, breath caressing his ear like a whispered temptation. "Oh, we will, Mr. Kuroo. But I have to admit, there's something about you that's caught my attention. You're not like the other dads. You have this air of mystery and allure."
Kuroo’s throat tightened, the weight of desire and responsibility pulling him in opposite directions. He knew he should resist, that giving in to your advances would jeopardize everything he held dear. Yet, the allure of your gaze and the intoxicating chemistry between them threatened to unravel his resolve.
A subtle smile played on your lips as you continued, voice laced with an undercurrent of seduction. "You know, Mr. Kuroo, you have a way of making a girl feel alive. You've got this fire inside you, and I can't help but be drawn to it."
His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape from the magnetic pull you exerted. His mind churned with conflicting thoughts and emotions, torn between the temptation that stood before him and the consequences he knew would follow.
Summoning his last ounce of willpower, Kuroo straightened his posture and met your gaze with a steely resolve. "Y/N, I appreciate your flattery, but I can't ignore the boundaries that exist. My focus is on being a responsible father and husband."
Your eyes flickered with a mix of disappointment and defiance. You took a step back, your mask of confidence momentarily faltering. "I see. Well, maybe one day you'll realize that life is meant to be lived, to seize the passion and desire that comes our way. Until then, Mr. Kuroo, you'll just have to settle for fantasies."
Kuroo’s heart sank as he watched you retreat to go upstairs, your words echoing in the empty space between them. The temptation had been strong, but he knew deep down that pursuing this forbidden path would only lead to destruction. The dance of desire had been tantalizing, but the cost was too high to bear.
As you left the room, Kuroo was left with a mix of relief and a lingering ache. He had resisted the temptation that had danced before him, choosing instead to honor the commitment he had made to his family. It was a bittersweet victory, a reminder of the fragility of human desires and the strength it took to stay true to oneself.
The night settled over the Kuroo residence like a velvety curtain, casting a hushed stillness upon the house. Kuroo sat alone in his dimly lit study, bathed in the soft glow of his computer screen. The rhythmic tapping of the keyboard filled the room, a solitary symphony in the silent hours.
Lost in his work, Kuroo's mind danced between the lines of code, his thoughts consumed by the demands of his job. It was in this moment of focused concentration that he heard a faint rustle from the staircase, a delicate whisper amidst the silence.
His heart skipped a beat as he looked up, his eyes meeting the form of you descending the stairs. Your presence, like an apparition, sent a shiver down Kuroo's spine. His initial surprise was quickly overshadowed by a rising tide of apprehension. The forbidden allure of the earlier encounter hung heavy in the air.
You approached him with a coy smile, your eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and desire. "Couldn't sleep, Mr. Kuroo?"
Kuroo's voice caught in his throat as he struggled to find words. He glanced at the clock, the late hour a reminder of the boundaries that should have kept them apart. "Y/N, it's late. You should go back upstairs."
Your steps were purposeful and deliberate as she closed the distance between them. Your voice, a gentle melody, enveloped him. "I couldn't resist, Mr. Kuroo. There's something about you, something that draws me in. I feel a connection, an electricity that I can't ignore."
Kuroo's heart raced, his resolve waning in the face of your allure. The lines of his own moral code blurred as he wavered between succumbing to the forbidden desires and upholding the values he held dear.
There was a tiny voice in his head that said he should stop before things get too far to the point where you can't control anything. His desires and impulses finally snapped.
Lingering gazes full of longing, wandering hands that find a home on your body, the voice that gives you jolts in your body. You clench your thighs at his voice and touch. The seductive act was sexy, he has to admit, sometimes the forbidden can be the most tempting.
“Are you finished tempting your friend’s father? Did you have fun? Or do you still wanna keep going’?” he questions, placing one hand on the countertop and the other on his hip. One half of his shirt bends where he’s got the buttons undone, showcasing his chest
He wants you to admit how much a desperate girl you are. How much of a needy slut you’re being.
“I haven’t even got you on my cock yet, and you don’t know a damn thing already. Acting like you weren’t behaving like a whore during the whole time you were in my house.” The older man wasn’t wrong at all.
“How about we skip to the part where you admit you want a man nearly twice your age to fuck you, baby?” he questions, snapping you out of your thoughts. Any second thoughts you had were ready to die like wilted flowers. “I know that cunt is begging to be filled.”
With his words, your walls clenches. Your panties are drenched and have turned into a darker shade at the crotch.
Kuroo stood behind you, though it takes only a few strides for him to reach you. You crane your neck to look up at him, his tall height causing him to tower over you. “What happened to the girl who was so willing earlier?” He ridicules you.
“Please..I want this.” you quietly murmur, and you watch as his face hardens.
“Oh, now you wanna be my good girl? You’re lucky it's night, your best friend is sound asleep and my wife is at work, sweetie. I would put you over my knee and spank that cute ass of yours ‘till you’re crying,” Kuroo tells you, and you have a feeling he’ll do exactly that any given moment.
You whimper at the thought. Kuroo’s hands look heavy, veiny yet soothing, and he doesn’t seem like a man who takes misbehaviour lightly.
With the little daring personality you had left, you reached up on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Though you started it, he quickly took control. Biting, kissing, he makes out with you in an unforgettable way. A way no man has ever.
He claims your mouth and his hands do the same to your body. They grip your hips and bring you close to him, his hardened cock rubbing against your ass. Now, it feels as though it’s more intimidating than you expected.
But it makes sense, a man of his size must be large all over. He moves into you, grinding against your body for a moment’s relief.
Eventually, you pull away when the ache between your legs turns unbearable. “N-Need your cock, Mr. Kuroo. I need you in me. T-to feel you” you tell him, reaching down to palm it. Kuroo quickly pulls away before he gently moves you.
You’re bent over one of the countertops with the older man’s hands still on your hips. The cold surface is soothing against your hot skin, but it doesn’t quell the throbbing of your cunt. “So slutty… I’ll fuck you like the whore you are. Don’t worry,” he reassures you, flipping up your skirt.
Your nipples make contact with the marble of his work desk as you pull down the top of your dress. Kuroo lands a spank on your ass, making you let out a loud cry. “Shhh… You gotta be quiet, sweetie. We don’t wanna get caught, right?” he quietly tells you, and you nod your head.
He pulls down your panties and admires the glistening of your cunt. “That’s all for me?” Kuroo questions, pocketing the cloth.
Nodding your head, you whimper and clench around nothing. “Mhm, all for you, Kuroo! No one else,” your voice is more pathetic than it usually is. The confident facade was crushed by this man alone. “Good girl. Call me Tetsurou.” The zipper of his jeans is dragged down, the sound ripping through the air and waking up the butterflies in your stomach.
“Y’know, I could stretch this pretty cunt out so easily. Gonna let me ruin your little fuckhole? How many little boys have already been in this cause it's clearly never been by a real man.”
Immediately, you agree, in fact you beg for it. “Mhm—please, Tetsurou? I need you to make me take it,” you tell Kuroo. The way his name rolls off your tongue makes him groan.
You can feel the heavy tip against your opening, collecting your slick, giving you a teasing slap, and letting it catch. “You better take all of this dick, sweetie.”
With that, he pushes in. The stretch is overbearing as Kuroo pushes his entire cock inside of your wet pussy. He grazes your g-spot and fits snug, right up to your cervix.
Your hand fists together as you adjust to his massive length and the intense pleasure. Although all you could think about was him, his daughter aka your best friend was just upstairs. The sight of her finding out what her father was doing to her best friend felt wrong but made you even more turned on.
Moans leave your mouth continuously as Kuroo begins to thrusts, growing addicted to the way your cunt clenched around him. “Best pussy I’ve ever had... this can't just be a one time thing.” Insteading of replying all you could do was simply whine.
He begins to fuck you, pushing in and pulling out of your tightness. His cock shines with your arousal and your noises grow louder. “Good girl—such a good girl for me only. You’re takin’ it like a winner, sweetie,” Kuroo coos, but you’re speechless.
The sensations that send jolts through your body are ones you know you won’t be able to recreate with anyone else. Each thrust leaves you nearly-trembling, his cock brushing against your g-spot as he kisses your cervix.
Kuroo’s balls slap against your clit and your body jerks forward as he pounds into you relentlessly. “Feelin’ good, baby?” he questions, leaning over you. His chest presses against your back and his mouth is right by your ear.
As he thrusts into your pussy, he laughs. The chuckle is low and gravelly, one you’ve heard many times. “Already fucked stupid? How cute. It’s okay, baby. It’s your fault for being a slut and tempting a married man.” Kuroo husks, and his words have you suddenly clenching around him.
He curses at your grip, and does so again when you let out a wail of pleasure.
Immediately, his large hand comes up to your face and clamps over your mouth, muffling your moans, whimpers, and whines.
“You dont wanna get caught now do you, princess?” he reminds you.
“Are you gonna come, baby?” Kuroo questions, noting your little reactions.
Your cunt squeezing his cock, your pornographic sounds, and so much more. “Yeah? Gonna soak my fat cock already? Go ahead, slut,” he smirks, finishing his sentence with a series of dizzying thrusts.
Your eyes roll back as you suddenly hit your climax, pussy gushing around your friend’s dad, just like you’ve fantasised about. This whole scenario was straight from a porno. “That’s it, good girl Y/N. Make a mess on this dick, baby. I gotcha,” he soothes, fucking you through your orgasm.
After the shocks travelled through your body, your limbs twitch and shake from the intensity. Kuroo’s hand soaks up each of your pornographic moans while he stretches out your drooling fuckhole. The grip of your pussy is as tight as a fist, and Kuroo knows he won’t last as long as he wants to.
It’s not because he finishes quickly—it’s because you feel so damn good, and he can’t risk getting caught any longer.
Eventually, you ride out your release and Kuroo is determined to swiftly bring you to another orgasm. “You fuckin’ love this, don’t you, baby? Gettin’ fucked by a man twice your age and your size.” The mention of the two differences has you wanting to bite your lip, but you can’t.
Never in your life have you ever been fucked so good. You nod as best as you can and in return, Kuroo laughs of pride.
“That’s right, sweetie. Bet I already ruined you for other men, hm? This pussy was made for my cock, so you better not touch it without my permission,” he warns, and you nod your head. Kuroo pulls his hand away, the other one petting the back of your head. “Lemme hear it, baby. Tell me you’ll be his good girl from now on.”
“I– I’m your good girl W– Won’t be bad, promise,” you tell him, trying to keep your voice quiet. But it’s hard when his cock is stroking your walls and bringing you to another orgasm so soon. Your folds are sticky with arousal and so is Kuroo’s sack. It slaps against your clit each time he pushes forwards. He groans, “Good girl.”
Warmth fills you up and spills past his thickness, ropes of cum shooting out of the older man’s sensitive tip. A few seconds later, Kuroo’s cock is coated in your release.
As you both catch your breath, you shamelessly move your hips. Kuroo curses from the feeling, he sets his left hand on your hip, the other one bracing against the edge of the desk.
“Still didn’t fuck the brattiness out of you, did I?”
“Nope. But you love it. Don’t you. ?”
The look on his face and the throbbing of his cock answer for him.
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Character: Satori Tendo
Trope: 6
Exposition/climax: 21
Ending: 4
a/n: hm, yours is an interesting one, anon. this definitely juddered my creative juices but here it goes nothing! oh, and thanks for joining :)
• satori tendo ; human x ghost au
• "You can't always protect me from everything. You can't even leave this house." "Well, would you consider not leaving the house either, for your own safety." "Definitely not."
• major character death
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your view on life, death, and the line between them changed drastically since you moved in to a prefecture miles away from city, your old home. not because your parent's solution to cut off all your ties from your toxic city-peers worked or that you are finally a self-actualized person ready to take on whatever hurdle they are facingㅡmore like ready to face people and socialize, but rather because of a peculiar someone in your house.
you have found company with a not-so-person person crashing in your place. apparently, you are the only member of the family who can see the supernatural and as it turns out, your new home is haunted... at least by a harmless lanky red-headed boy.
meeting him surprised both you and him. the latter said that he lived with a number of families for almost a decade in this house but none of them can see him. they can sense him which is a bad thing because it drove them away from the house which leaves him alone in this dusty old manor.
and as time goes by you grow fond of him. he has lots of interesting stories about how he lived. he also told you about his hobbies and friends. you learn various things like how he ironically loves the movie ghost and its sountrack unchained melody by the righteous brothers. he told you that he secretly watched it in his room, a few years after its release and was obsessed with it.
and from that point in his life, he never would have guessed that his clock was ticking.
he was murdered at the age of seventeen at the year 1993. unfortunately, up until now he doesn't know who took his life as he was facing the other way when he felt five jabs along his back that happened here at the backyard of the manor. he is sure that he is in good terms with everyone in his school and on top of that he has quite few good friends.
since then he was stuck in this manor, the huge house that used to be his family's. his mother couldn't accept his death so his father was forced to sell the property leaving his ghost behind.
from endless sitting by himself pondering why the hell he is stuck in their house, tendou came up with a theory. he declared to you one afternoon. he thinks that the reason why his soul could not be put to rest is because justice was never served. his death was a cold case. although the case is still considered young, it's about to reach it's 10th year. tendou is is tired of pointlessly existing.
he wants to move on just like everyone else who knew him.
so, with all the effort you can pull off you begin searching for answers. your fascination on crime documentaries play to your advantage in your newest agenda. but tendou is not amused by your idea. to him, the closer you are into finding his killer the greater the risk and danger. he didn't want you to get hurt since unlike him you are alive. you have a future ahead of you.
hence, when he senses that you are leaving the house not for academic purposes. he scrutinizes his eyes at you.
"you can't always protect me from everything. you can't even leave this house." you say as you pack your things inside a small backpack.
"well, would you consider not leaving the house either, for your own safety?" tendou, leaning against the door frame crossing his arms as he glues his eyes at your back.
"definitely not." you quickly respond, hauling the bag over your shoulder.
"hey, let's take this seriously." tendou's voice lowers as he follows you behind.
"i am serious about this!" you turn around to face him only to realize he is a few inch away from you. the cold wisps of air coming from him send shivers down your spine. albeit, he looks at you through his lashes with worried eyes.
"please, i-" as though he was about to reach for your face, he stops mid-air before surrending his arms to the pull of gravity. if he was breathing, he would have dragged a long sigh by now. "i appreciate your effort in helping me find peace but that's just my theory. i don't want you to get hurt. what if i'm wrong? what if you get harmed? what if the killer is two steps ahead of you and they know you're after them? i can't let anything or anyone hurt you."
as you study his dilated eyes, you are tempted to finally give in and just let all your progress go to waste. but you can't, you are one more clue away from knowing who killed him and you can't let this slide. if this is the way to free him, then a day meddling with the devil is worth the shot.
"i'll be home before seven. this will be my last trip, i promise. i have an idea who it is and i just want to confirm my speculations. if anything gets suspicious i will go home right away." you lift your hand as you attempt to hold the side of his face but just as expected, you are welcomed by nothingness. nonethless, you continue. "now, relax those eyebrows and smile at me. i'll be home later, wait for me." with that you leave the manor, turning around for the last time as you give him a smile.
it's past seven and your parents are home from work yet you're still not here. tendou becomes aggitated. you promised and you never break promises. your mother went up to your room, that used to be his, to search for you since you are always at home before they arrive. when she sees that you're not in, she shrugs it off thinking you might be busy with school.
it's quarter to nine in the evening and the main door is still locked shut, unmmoved since your parents' arrival. tendou paces back and forth and your parents begin to worry. your father calls the town police and thankfully they offered to search for you.
ten to eleven in the evening. still, your room is empty. you are not answering to your parents' calls and it's starting to cause them panic. this is unlikely of you and your mother desperately wants to know your whereabouts.
at exactly twelve midnight, raps of knocks are heard from the front door. everyone including tendou shoots up on their feet. your father asks for the person's identity behind the door and a man says it's the police. upon opening the wooden double door, the officer with badges along his chest swallows in air before speaking.
"goodevening ma'am and sir, we have news regarding your child. you might want to sit first because-" the officer was cut off by your mother's scream.
"just say it! i can't wait another second!" your father pulls your mother by her arm, one hand rubbing her back as he calms her down.
"i'm sorry ma'am and sir but your child is found dead of multiple stab wounds in a ditch near the river. the prefecture's head police department is investigating the case." right then, tendou's world shatters into pieces, peering at his hands as he trembles.
what has he done?
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this is a part 2 to this drabble
akaashi keiji, fem reader, NSFW 18+
wc: 434
“what do you think? do you want a third?”
it’d been too long. keiji said he was going to work you up, but you didn’t think he meant it.
so, “no.” you whined every word, and he clung to the sound. “want you to fuck me, keiji.”
he nodded, and his tongue lapped at your neck, and his fingers inside you curled. “yeah? you just want this cock, huh?”
your answer was your nails dragging down his shoulders and his name leaving your lips.
two fingers slid out, and three slipped inside. you were long gone, all out of control, and with his free hand he picked up yours. it was limp until he pressed it against his dick - then, you were pumping it, acting greedy.
“you want to put the condom on?”
you were losing yourself again; in the curl of his fingers, the gravel in his voice, the weight of him in your hand. you could hardly take it.
“or are you going to let me fuck you raw like i know you need it?”
“yes, yes, yes.”
“i know you don’t let him cum inside. are you gonna let me? i know you need it, you need this cunt filled up, baby, don’t you?”
and there was nothing you could do, besides lie there and wait. wait for him to give you what you wanted.
he would, and knowing that was bliss.
he moaned into your mouth, spoke against your lips. “need you to say it - please, baby, tell me.”
“keiji.” it was your new favorite thing to say. the simple word, his name, encompassed everything you thought about. only him.
and he knew. the look on his face proved it.
he held himself up on one strong arm, hovering over you so close but too far away. you couldn’t look away from the glint in his eyes, or the pretty smirk he couldn’t get rid of.
had you ever wanted someone so much?
your hand molded to his jaw like it was made to fit there. he ducked to kiss your wrist and if he wanted to take a bite out of you, you’d let him.
“are you gonna tell me? or are you just gonna keep whining?”
you pulled him down, you kissed him wherever you could reach, and he kept you feeling good but not good enough.
and all of a sudden, he left you empty. “you’re going to learn to ask for what you want. if you want this cock?” you felt it, pressing, the tip of him just barely pushing inside. “you’re going to fucking beg for it.”
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boyfriend!akaashi headcannons
what's it? fluff
allergen warning/s? n/a
sugar level? 0.6k
regulars? @hanayanetwork
bon appetit!
♧ dotting, sweet bf who remembers every single little thing about his partner, from their comfort show, to their order, to their favorite scent and everything in between. they've told him about it, even if it's just in passing, he probably remembers it.
♧ definitely the kind of guy his partner's parents will be fond of. after they have them meet for the first time, they will hear no complaints from them. he's nice, and polite, and well-spoken, such a gentleman. the fact he's so attractive is just a bonus.
♧ "chivalry is dead" this, "chivalry is dead" that. no it's not. it lives in the form of one akaashi keiji who never failed to open the car door for his partner, or to push the establishment door open.
♧ uses a clear phone case - look, you can't convince me that he doesn't - and has a polaroid picture of him and his partner in it.
♧ the type of bf who puts either of his hands on both sides of his partner's waist whenever he pulls them to the side for whatever reason.
♧ whenever him and his partner goes out on a date - or for anything, really - and they're wearing heels, he always brings a spare pair of flats in case their feet starts to hurt.
♧ can be such a hopeless romantic. always writes his partner love letters. they're so cheesy, but they're so good and it's guaranteed to make his partner's heart flutter. keiji just has a way with words. he's so articulate and well-spoken.
♧ while he has a good, healthy sleep schedule - on a good night, nights where he doesn't have to stay up because of projects or deadlines - he sleeps at nine thirty in the evening. ten o'clock if he's feeling spicy and then wake up at six -- if he has no work the day after, he'll stay in bed until eight. but still, he enjoys having deep three am conversations with his partner.
♧ really good at dividing his time between himself, his partner, his friends, his family, his studies, and others. he makes sure that no aspect of his life becomes neglected.
♧ likes hanging out in his house more than his partner's home, if he's being honest. it's not because he doesn't want to take the trip there, rather his favorite bonding moment is playing with their hair while listening to his vinyls, talking about anything and everything that came up.
♧ gifts his partner a scrapbook for their anniversary. it's filled with different photos, from the first date, to their prom photo, to ticket stubs from concerts and movie they went to together. there are also some small pieces of poetry written all through the book.
♧ "get home safe, okay? text me when you get back." yeah, akaashi's partner is not gonna get that from him because he'd rather actually walk them home every time they hang out together to really make sure they get some safe. there are only a few times he is not able to do this.
♧ slow dancing in the kitchen while dinner's in the oven bf!! slow dancing in the kitchen while dinner's in the oven bf!! slow dancing in the kitchen while dinner's in the oven bf!!
♧ literally everyone's jealous of his relationships because it's so healthy. keiji is such a green flag in general but his relationships?? so full of trust and understanding and patience and communication.
♧ that being said, he does not tolerate bad partners. he will not date someone who doesn't seem to be ready to be in a relationship yet, whether that be them being too insecure, not being over their ex, anything. he knows he can do better so he doesn't settle for less than what he deserves (we all can learn from him tbh).
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