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no because you're onto something. you tell alpha suguru that you've been promoted at work, and he just looks you up and down and says, 'that's wonderful news, congratulations' in the most monotone voice ever
alpha suguru hears you talk about work and 100% pictures a kitten chasing its own tail and playing with a ball of yarn. he does not take you seriously in the SLIGHTEST
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Okay so I was rewatching bnha and uhh there’s a scene where shoto’s hair is blowing in the wind and it looks so shaggy like idk if I wanna give him a haircut or run my fingers through his hair or tug it until he’s cu-[GUNSHOTS]
wait a moment this is making me think of shouto who always gets his hair done at a fancy little salon because it was recommended to him and he doesn't rly think much of it, but one day you remark that his hair is getting long as you run your fingers through it, curled up on the sofa in his apartment, and he just pops his little head up and goes "will you trim it for me?"
and it takes A LOT of convincing. he is so handsome. how could you live with yourself if you were to botch it? but he's insistent. he swears up and down that it won't happen—'if I'm so handsome, it doesn't matter even if it's crooked, right?'—and eventually (against your better judgement) you find yourself in the kitchen with him, with a pair of scissors in hand that were definitely not made to trim hair. shouto's sitting on a chair with a towel wrapped around his shoulders in front of you, and he the most pleased look in the world on his face.
(the haircut is fine, even if it is a bit crooked. he really is handsome enough that it doesn't matter.)
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Whenever u hesitate posting any of ur work think abt ur followers that would literally read a grocery list if u wrote it
LMAO THIS MADE ME LAUGHHHHH
#liv got mail#my grocery list this week is just. strawberries#they're all i want to eat lately it's BAD
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Why do u trigger warn Taylor swift?
some people on the internet don't act right
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atsumu's kids would be the type to call their mom by their name rather than title bc of atsumu
i personally am on the other side of this argument and am of the belief that atsumu's kids don't know their mother even HAS a government name because he strikes me as the type of guy to refer to his wife nearly exclusively as mama or ma after the babies are born (at least in their presence)
#liv got mail#smiling and saying 'good morning mama' as he kisses your forehead when you shuffle out to the kitchen in the morning#(he does morning duty bc he's an early riser thanks to training)#'stop bugging ma you little rascals!!' when the kids are being too boisterous#a quiet 'thanks mama' when you hand him something or move so he can pass by you in the hallway with his hand on the small of ur back#yeah.......
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SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE??!?!?!???!!?!?!?!
you run into him after more than a decade in the unlikeliest of places. it's a little izakaya in the town you moved to almost 6 years prior when your work offered you the chance to move into a leadership role in a smaller, secondary branch they were opening. you'd taken the opportunity on a whim, in an uncharacteristically brash decision. it had been your chance for a clean break. for a fresh start. for a life in a city that didn't remind you of kuroo tetsurou at every turn.
but now here he is.
sitting at the familiar local bar eating a plate of food, with a half-drained beer at-hand. he has his tie flipped over the shoulder of his rumpled dress shirt to keep it from dangling into his food. he has bags under his eyes.
he doesn't have a ring on his finger.
for an instant, you think you're seeing a ghost. there's no reason he should be here. no way he can be here.
you wonder if the cold meds that you'd taken the week prior when you were under the weather are still in your system. if maybe you slipped and fell and hit your head in the snow on your walk to the neighbourhood bar on your way from work. wonder if maybe this is all a dream.
and then the izakaya server behind the bar stops to ask him something. maybe if he needs a top up on his beer, maybe to ask how his food is tasting. they chat for a moment. one of them must make a joke. and then a laugh—his laugh, the one that could never belong to anyone else—rings out through the little restaurant.
you feel like you're 23 again. you feel like you're going to be sick.
someone calls out your name from across the bar—intonation rising at the end like a question.
your eyes snap to a table across the room where your coworkers are gathered—you'd come to the bar to meet with them and have a drink to end the week, after all. your juniors and your peers all stare at you curiously where you're frozen in the doorway to the bar, not having taken more then a step in from the threshold.
your eyes flicker back towards the bar, petrified for a moment that the illusion has been shattered, and that when you look over again that seat will be empty.
but it's not.
he's still there.
still tetsurou.
and his eyes—widened in shock and painfully, achingly familiar—are now turned to you.
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does bf sukuna ask to be your boyfriend or does he do something so romantic for u he feels only love for u and shame for him
he doesn't ask OR do something romantic to make things official, but it's something you're both thinking about even if you never say it. you understand, even though he'd rather die than admit to it, that all of this is very new to him and he's trying really hard to get it right—so you don't ever really push the subject and let him take his time. he meanwhile is agonizing over it internally.
then one day, when the two of you are walking home together after grabbing dinner, you run into a friend/coworker on the street and sukuna watches you struggle for a moment while you trip over your words introducing him. the person you're making the introduction to probably doesn't notice your hesitation, but sukuna does. and when your friend takes their leave and the two of you continue on your walk home, sukuna grunts out under his breath "boyfriend."
and you peek up at him curiously, still walking at his side, and see that there's a VIOLENT blush burning at the top of his cheeks. "what?"
"next time just tell 'em i'm your boyfriend," he mutters.
and you blink a bit while you continue walking in the direction of home, neither of you having faltered in your stride. sukuna steps a little closer to you though, pressed right up against your arm now as you walk. you wonder if he even knows he did it.
"yeah, okay," you finally reply quietly, and you know that even if you tried to hide it, your happiness is evident in your voice.
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No because thank you for putting sukuna as best friends big bro into my head. You’re the one who started it for me and I love you for it
I can’t get him out of my head. Being bullied by him as a kid and becoming besties with yuuji, growing up together until sukuna goes to college and you don’t see him for a good few years because you end up going to a different college too. Finally you come back home to visit. It’s been way too long and damn he looks fine. Shoulders have widened, his thighs are twice the size and his hands?????? Dear god, he could probably grab both your hands in one hand.
Imagine the holiday you decide to visit during is Christmas??? I wanna see him in an ugly Xmas jumper so bad
I WANT TO POUNCE ON HIM SO BAD
heheheh you r very welcome little guy!!
he bullies you looooong after you can rly be considered a kid, it's like.. the only way he knows how to communicate with you.
in my particular AU, sukuna goes away for college but when he and yuuji's grandpa dies, he drops out and moves home to take care of his little brother. you and yuuji are still only in high school at that point, but you remember seeing sukuna again for the first time at the funeral, dressed in a black suit that doesn't fit him quite right. his eyes were strangely vacant the whole time, like he was mourning the loss of more than just his only surviving parental figure, and you couldn't help but watch as he accepted the condolences offered from the attending guests with a nod or few words. that day you stuck close to yuuji, coping worse with their grandfather's passing than his older brother, but sukuna would come to check on him often throughout the wake and each time you had a hard time meeting his eyes.
you visit them frequently in the days following (it's only a few doors away after all, since you've always been neighbours.) you bring food your mother sends to them. help clean up their apartment when you can. over time normalcy returns to the itadori home—or at least a new normal. new routines replacing old ones, like a silvery scar settling into skin once a wound knits itself closed. you're happy to be a part of their life. grateful to be of help where you can. glad that their new normal includes you, too.
#liv got mail#ALSO I HAD A BIG BRO SUKUNA CHRISTMAS FIC IDEA AND I THINK THIS ASK ENABLED ME BUT I WONT SAY ANYTHING ABT IT YET#big brother!sukuna#jjk hcs
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touya should NOT get in bed with you when you have as much as an hint of a cold, that man has the immune system of a wet rag, always heaving and wheezing. one sneeze and he's GONE, just a pile of bones and staples amen
but he DOES. (based on this post)
"thirty eight point three."
your eyelids feel heavy as you peer up at touya, standing over you at the edge of your bed. between his fingers is the thermometer he'd just plucked from your lips once it beeped to signal it was ready to be read, and upon his brow is an unhappy furrow. his bright eyes flicker from the digital screen of the device to you.
"that's a fever," he says solemnly, as though delivering the gravest possible news.
"barely," you rasp, your throat somehow both sticky and dry at the same time, though you're not quite sure how that's possible.
"'s a moderate-grade fever according to Harvard Health," touya replies immediately, holding his phone out towards you. there's a webpage pulled up on the screen, but you're too tired to look at it properly. you recognize the insignia from the famous university in the corner, though, so you take his (and their) word for it.
"i told you: i just need to sleep it off," you mumble, squirming around under your blankets to get comfortable. "if i rest i'm sure i'll be better in a day or two."
you finally allow your leaden eyelids to flutter shut.
"you comfortable?" touya asks after a moment of letting you get settled. it's not the first time he's asked you that in the past hour since you came home from work feeling unwell. he'd helped you strip out of your work clothes, crawl into bed, then gotten you cool water, and some cough and cold tablets and the thermometer from the medicine cabinet. he's asked you if you're comfortable no less than four times in the process.
"yes, touya. this is perfect," you reply, cracking one eye open to peer up at him. he looks a little directionless as he stands at your side, a bit lost. "thank you."
"okay," he breathes out a little sigh, kneeling at the edge of the bed and moving to lift the blanket, just like he does every night as he crawls in beside you.
"wait!" you croak, holding the edge of the blanket down against his efforts to raise it. "you can't be in here! you'll get sick!"
touya looks affronted. mortified even at the suggestion. if he didn't love you so much you might even think he looked mad.
"the hell i can't," he scoffs, tugging the comforter a little bit rougher than before. you know you have no chance in a battle of strength, especially when you're sick, so you let it slip from your grip. instead, you sit up (with considerably more effort than it usually takes) and place your hands on his shoulders.
"touya, no," you insist, pushing with all your might against his frame to keep him out of the bed. "you're gonna get sick!"
"i don't care!" he counters, pressing all his weight against your palms as he endeavours ever forward into your shared queen-size bed.
touya was always sick as a kid, spending time in and out of hospital throughout his preteen and adolescent years. his immune system has never been strong, and though any major risks of compromise are unlikely now, you still don't want him to catch your cold—he'd likely suffer more, and take longer to recover than you will.
"i'm full of—ngh—germs!"
"so what? they're your germs. we're supposed to share everything, aren't we?"
touya's not particularly hulking, but his strength proves no match for your weakened state, and before you know it he's tumbling into the bed right atop you—nose to nose, chest to heaving chest, and one of touya's hands on either side of your head to keep you from a properly calamitous collision.
"you're impossible," you mutter to him sullenly, but you can't help but appreciate how nice it feels to have his warm body in bed with you. you shiver a bit, in spite of your fever, and relish in the relief his warmth brings.
touya wraps you in his arms, slipping easily into place beside you under the cover of your soft cotton sheets. you're not quite side to side nor front to back—you're on your side with one leg thrown over his own, your cheek pressed to his chest, and he lays facing the ceiling with his arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you exactly where you are. it's familiar. comfortable.
"yeah, yeah," touya replies, his tone easy and lilting smugly with triumph as it rumbles through his chest. his grip tightens a bit more. you don't mind it. "i know."
#liv got mail#idk what this is#it was gonna be a bit more overbearing than it ended up being he just ended up being kinda cute#touya x reader#dabi x reader#todoroki touya x reader#bnha drabble#bnha writing#writing
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I don’t have brothers so that ruined the emporer sukuna fic for me
in my defence you're also not an entertainer who was captured by an emperor when you were brought to preform for him by a visiting dignitary
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baby!fever shouto is so so real! <3 It's his domesticity kink speaking to him lol
babyfever!shouto who stares at you UNNERVINGLY when you interact with babies and you know without asking that he's picturing a family. your own family. and thinking about how if that baby in your arms was yours—half him and half you and wholly perfect—he could wrap his arms around you both and have his entire world in his hands.
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trick or treat!!! (suna)
(un)happy halloween
"Please?"
If anyone were to objectively bear witness to the situation you presently find yourself in without any context, they'd likely be moved by the earnest way that Rintarou appeals to you. By the sincerity in his supplication.
He's kneeling at the edge of your shared bed with a towel wrapped around his neck from the shower he'd taken not long prior, whose ends dangle over his bare chest as he leans towards you with wide, beseeching eyes.
You, in contrast, are seated at the head of the bed, the book you'd been reading left abandoned in your lap, with an expression of indignant fury pinching your features.
"Are you out of your mind?" you ask him bluntly, the sharpness of your tone so starkly different to his own that you might think the two of you are having separate conversations entirely.
"Baby," Rintarou tries again, mumbling the pet name through pursed lips as he creeps closer over the mattress. You draw your legs up to your chest instinctively, knocking your novel haplessly to the floor in the process—a necessary victim of circumstance.
"Don't you dare," you warn him as he inches nearer, digging your heels down into the mattress and scooting yourself as far back as you can without sending yourself toppling down to your bedroom floor just like your book.
He's got you cornered now, a hand on either side of your lap, wedged into the little corner where your headboard and your bedside table meet. He's so close you can smell the soap that still clings to him. So close you can feel the heat that radiates from his bare skin.
"I would do it for you, you know," he murmurs, dipping down towards you so you can see the unfairly wispy lashes that frame his eyes as they flutter. "If you asked."
"But I'm not asking," you point out to him firmly, shimmying yourself down the mattress onto your back in a relatively futile effort to escape. All that does is leave you pinned underneath him which is, decidedly, no better a fate. Your voice is a bit more strained when you force out another sullen, "And I would never ask that."
Rintarou lifts his hand and brushes his thumb against your cheek, and you're furious at the way it makes your heart race. He watches you carefully, his eyes tracing every line of your face before inevitably travelling back to meet your gaze like coming home. "You might like it."
"I won't," your voice is nowhere near as firm as it had been a few moments prior—a waver in your resolve making itself regrettably known.
Suna dips down and presses a featherlight kiss to your cheek, in the exact place his thumb had been stroking a moment prior. Then he kisses you again, a little lower, just above the edge of your jaw. Then again at the corner of your mouth, a hairsbreadth shy of your lips.
Your stomach is in knots.
"Rintarou."
You take his face in your hand, squishing your fingers into his cheeks until his lips pucker from the pressure. He peers at you guilelessly—his intrepid journey interrupted rudely by your unexpected grip. You force him to look at you, eye to eye, nose to nose.
You take a deep breath to steel your resolve.
"I am not letting you fuck me with a mask on."
Suna's already exaggerated pout deepens.
"Why not?" he complains, his tone veering dangerously towards the territory of a whine.
"First of all," you shift a little bit as you speak, sitting up underneath him—he lets you move, sitting up with you too, and when you drop your hand from his face he rubs at the edges of his mouth where your fingers had been pressing melodramatically. "You didn't even get the right mask."
Suna's eyes slide away guiltily. "They were all sold out of the ghostface ones."
You snort indignantly. "Well, I'm not about to let you fuck me dressed up like one of those little robots from Star Wars!"
Suna's gaze snaps back to you immediately. "Storm troopers aren't robots," he remarks pointedly.
You're sure your ensuing expression tells him everything he needs to know about how interesting you find that bit of lore.
Suna sighs, flopping down on his back atop your bed in defeat. You stifle a laugh at the crestfallen look on his face, instead focusing on the way his damp hair fans out against the pillow. You stand from your bed, heading towards the drawer on the other side of the room where you keep your hairdryer, plugging it into the wall as you prepare to dry his hair for him.
Suddenly, you feel the warmth of his body pressed against your back—having moved so silently behind you that you almost flinch when you realize he's there. Your gaze flickers up to the mirror in front of you, and you watch as his arms wind themselves around your waist, his flushing face tucking itself into the crook of your neck. He holds you tightly, and you feel that same twisting in the pit of your stomach from earlier—though this time you don't resent it quite so much.
Rintarou turns his face to drag his lips softly against the column of your throat. You have no choice but to watch, standing in front of the mirror in his hold—but strangely you don't feel inclined to look away. In the reflection, you see his eyes flicker up to meet yours, his lips pausing against the shell of your ear.
You listen to him breathe for a moment, and wonder if it's his thundering pulse you feel in your chest or your own.
You bite your lip as his part.
"So," he says softly, and his whisper almost makes you shiver because of how near he is to you. "If it was the right mask, would you be into it?"
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omg atsumu and osamu being unofficial roommates with you and suna would just be chaos. those 3 love to barge in into your room to just chill and just be annoying
their apartment is in the same building but one floor down so that means that they can hear some stuff that happens in your apartment overhead—you find out many many months into living there that they've got a running bet abt how long it will take you and suna to fuck, and every time they hear a slightly incriminating noise coming from upstairs they both FREEZE (no matter what they're doing) to listen closely
#liv got mail#they hear one thump from ur apt and it's like a record scratch#one day samu SWEARS he hears you guys banging and he yells for tsumu to come listen#atsumu is in the shower and comes skittering out—butt naked and SUDSY—only to find out it was a false alarm
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i love big bro sukuna but he's also a shithead. he sees you applying moisturizer on your face or using no foam face wash and says "if you wanted cum on your face that badly you could've just asked".
sees you and yuuji doing face masks at their apartment one night and when yuuji goes to rinse his off, sukuna leans over the back of the couch until he's right by your ear and goes "if you wanted a facial that bad you could have just come to me y'know"
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need to know who u voted for and what ur thoughts are on who among the seijoh 4 are the best in bed (i voted mattsun i am a issei pussy pounder back breaker truther)
here is my definitive thought process re: ranking (no one is allowed to boo me)
#4 oikawa: PROBABLY A VERY UNPOPULAR OPINION but i think he rests on his pretty boy laurels a bit! not saying that he's in ANY way a bad fuck but i simply do not think he outranks his competitors here. so hot it's almost kind of annoying when he takes his clothes off.
#3 makki: he's got the spirit!! into weird stuff but is also very eager to please. very average guy energy but in an endearing way. still a very good fuck and especially as a hookup because he makes u feel very comfortable.
#2 mattsun: listen. i wanted to put him first. i really did. this is where i quite literally agonized in my internal debate. in fact, i would argue that he IS the most sexually charismatic of the four—however i live and die on the hill that his dick is HUGE. to the point that. it is arguably too big. u cannot have a quickie with issei because u either need like an hour of foreplay or enough lube that u basically need to take a hazmat shower after you're done. this is the only reason i marked him down. champagne problems.
#1 iwa: i don't think this needs a lot of explaining. iwaizumi hajime loverboy and pussy pleaser extraordinaire u will ALWAYS be famous to me.
#liv got mail#tbh makki and oikawa are probably interchangeable for me#like i would say they both have their own talents and good points but that neither necessarily outranks the other#just depends on what u like personally#at the end of the day ALL SEIJOH 4 DICK IS GOOD DICK#and the best way to make sure ur needs are met is to fuck all of them <3#alexa play 4play by tumblr user heich0e#hq hcs
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Liv, you're such a good writer... I'm gonna cry thinking about the one who got away! Kuroo :'( I don't want him to leave us...
He's gonna leave again.
You realize it after almost an hour at the bar. Forty seven agonizing minutes ticking past of sitting mere metres away from him. Of sharing the same space with him for the first time in ten years.
In a matter of minutes (maybe hours, who's to say? It all feels the same at this point,) Tetsurou is going to stand from his seat at the bar and walk out of this izakaya—and out of your life, along with it.
Again.
It makes you feel completely nauseated. Rattles you so badly that you can't even peek up at the mirror you've been using to sneak glances of him anymore, even if you feel his eyes on you from across the room.
Which you do. Often.
"Senpai..."
Hina, your junior at the company—one rank below you, but still senior to most of the employees gathered—calls to you hesitantly from across the table. When you look up from where you've been staring blankly into the foamy surface of your beer, you notice her eyes on something over your shoulder. Though if you were a betting woman, which you haven't been for a long time, you'd say that rather than something she's looking at someone.
"...do you know that guy?"
You don't turn around.
You're grateful that Hina is at least subtle. None of the other people around you have noticed her question.
You force out a laugh that sounds just as pained as it feels, even in spite of your best efforts to the opposite.
"What guy?" you ask, though you don't need to.
"The dark haired one, at the bar. He keeps looking at you," she comments, her lips pursing thoughtfully. "He's handsome."
"I don't know him." A lie.
"You didn't even look," she counters, disbelievingly.
You cast a quick glance over your shoulder, looking towards the door, instead of towards Tetsurou—but she doesn't need to know that. He's not looking anyway, chatting with the man working behind the bar, and you find yourself grateful for it in the split second you're turned his way.
"Oh, him," you remark. Your chest feels tight. Yes, him. "I think we may have gone to high school together."
That's not technically a lie, but it still burns like one.
"Well, he looks like he wants to talk to you," she remarks, taking a sip of her drink. "You should go say hello."
"No," you answer, too quickly.
It draws the attention of your other colleague, Kawasaki-san, at your side, and he turns to look at you curiously—but his attention is thankfully caught a second later by something one of the employees at the other end of the table says.
"No," you repeat yourself more quietly, looking up towards Hina with what you hope are insistent eyes. "There's no need. We..."—you swallow thickly—"we were never close."
The worst lie so far.
"Alright," she concedes with a shrug. "But even if you don't go say hi, he looks like he's one drink away from doing it himself."
Your stomach sinks.
You absolutely cannot let that happen.
Because the only thing worse than Kuroo Tetsurou walking out of your life again would be letting him back in.
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