Can We Get A Dog ? With Hq Boys

“can we get a dog ?” with hq boys

featuring ~ atsumu miya + sakusa kiyoomi + suna rintarou + akaashi keiji

warnings ~ rin being annoying, suggestive themes

notes ~ haven’t written in a bit, this is a nice start-up

ATSUMU >> “a dog ? well we can’t have an ankle-biter, so how ‘bout a retriever ? or one of those big ones like- a great dane ?” you remained mildly surprised that he wasn’t opposing, y’know, since his volleyball career and such. oh wait, there’s no way he could be agreeing so easily without a catch. “why a big dog tsumie ?” he pulled his head back in the love-seat, sultry smirk coating his lips. “so when i’m out at a game or a practice my baby will be protected. ‘can’t trust a chihuahua to keep my princess safe.” he huffed, crossing those veiny arms comfortably. “we cannot possibly fit a dane in here atsumu ! and for goodness sakes it’s not even fair !” the setter only chortled in reply, apparently pleased with himself. “is this your way of saying no ?” you crossed your arms defiantly, mimicking the boy seconds earlier. “nah, just sayin’ what needs to be said.” he inched closer to you, leaning forwards to meet your gaze. “but seriously, can’t have anything happenin’ to my little lady now can i ?”

SAKUSA >> “.. out of all the things you could want. a car, a new bag, maybe even shoes. but a dog ?” he knitted his brows, glaring at your smug self looking all pretty in the passenger seat. “yes kiyoomi, a puppy. we’d get one that doesn’t shed, and their a really really good companion.” you pleaded, trying your hardest to form some doe eyes. he sighed heavily, placing his head on the wheel hopelessly. “i’ll think about it, but this dog .. if we get it, is going to be the most well trained dog to exist.” he furrowed, his peculiar moles shifting with his troubled facial expressions. “thank you omi—“ you hushed, giggling at that cold stare as you peppered his face with an endless flurry of kisses. “but.” he interjected, grasping your jaw lightly despite his grip seeming stern. “at least kiss me properly as a form of repayment, but that’s not all, i expect a bit more.” his eyes traveling down ever so slightly, a soft gasp escaping your lips at the bold retort. oh, repayment was an interesting way of getting his thoughts through to you.

SUNA >> “why not a baby ?” he glanced up from his phone at the restaurants venue, expression unwavering when you proceed to choke on your food. “rinnie, c’mon.” you ushered quickly, patting your chest hurriedly. well, it was a futile attempt to calm down your racing heart. the things he did to you. if only he knew. however, it appeared he wasn’t joking this time. that poker face continuing to make you palpitate. biting your lip as you fiddled with the hem of your top. “think of a dog-a puppy as a start, then we can think of a baby. but with you playing for the paper mills.. it’s a lot to work with rinnie.” suna swirled the liquid in his glass, that sly grin parting ways once almond orbs met yours competitively. “why a start ? this baby can be our start and to be honest—i don’t know if i can wait in the long run sweetheart.” rising to his feet, he called to the waiter, handing his card easily with a business-oriented smile before slipping his cold fingers between yours. “let’s make tonight our start, shall we ?”

AKAASHI >> “mm .. that’d be cute. we could dress them in sweaters in the winter and celebrate their birthday.” he hummed, hands kneading the shampoo into your hair. today was a showering-together day. a day akaashi liked to recall as a best-of-all day. a day where he could get to experience the euphoric sensations of a warm shower with you, and save on the water bill at the same time. “really ? i thought you’d object the idea.” you chuckled, his hands leaving a satisfied sound rolling off your tongue. he pondered on the thought as you both bathed, transitioning to scrubbing your back ( while leaving kisses on your shoulders to simper at the goosebumps tracking afterwards ) instead. “what would you name them ?” you inquired, turning your head to watch him thoughtfully. “olive.” he replied nonchalantly, confused at your beaming face. “that is the most akaashi-thing i’ve ever heard you say.” — “olive ?” — “there it is again !”

-maak

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Aahhhh <3 this. The scaramouche one is utter perfection 👌

being mistaken for a married couple [genshin men] pt.2

scaramouche, ayato, thoma

WHY DID PEOPLE LIKE PT 1 SO MUCH THANK YOU

scaramouche is ten times longer once again. ALSO KAZUHA’S GOING TO BE IN THE NEXT ONE FORGIVE ME FOR NOT PUTTING HIM ON HERE IT WAS TOO LONG

ayato

“That one’s too simple, I doubt she’d like it.”

“That’s way different from her size!”

“She’s going to go ballistic if you give her a hot pink dress for her wedding day,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Honestly, Ayato, I didn’t think you’d be this hopeless when you asked me to help pick out a wedding dress for your friend.”

“Oh? Do I seem to be an expert in this field?” he suggests, eyeing yet another atrocious dress. You contemplate blindfolding him because at this point, that might be a better option. Just as he reaches for it, you slap his hand away to which he laughs. “I really am grateful for your assistance, truly. As you can probably see.”

“Oh, I see alright-”

“Young master, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

An older man, noticeably crouched over from age approaches Ayato, offering a healthy smile despite his stature. “I haven’t seen you in ages–much less somewhere like here.”

“It’s nice to see you again,” Ayato replies, then turning to motion to you. “This is Matsukushi, an old friend of mine.”

“I worked under him for quite some time,” the old man explains, then glances at Ayato. “Though I work selling wedding dresses now, those days aren’t all too far behind me. It seems a lot has happened since I left…I didn’t realize you were engaged.”

Your jaw drops. For a few moments, you convince yourself that Ayato had gotten himself an engagement unbeknownst to you, but considering he prefers being a hermit within his work, you highly doubt such a situation. When you realize what the man is implying, you shake your head frantically. “No, no, that’s not-”

“Eventually,” he says before you finish. “But unfortunately, not for myself today. It’s for a friends’ fiancee.”

At this, you can feel yourself drop the several dresses that had been clutched in your arms, barely allowing Ayato to grab them in time. Was this a proposal? Or was he indicating the far future that had no use in pondering on now? Thoughts flood your head rapidly, making you spin. The old man however, seems to be unable to read the room and nods. “Ah, I see, my mistake. Well please do call me if you need any aid.”

And when he vanishes behind the counter, you’re left dumbfounded staring at Ayato. Sure, you’ve thought about it–daydreamed–about it countless times after the extensive period of time you’d spent with him, but never realized the weight of it in actuality. As your mind repeats his words on echo, its only snapped out of its trance when he places a cool hand on your head.

“Boring way to find out, right?” he smiles. “This one doesn’t count though, alright? When I propose, I’ll do it properly. And if you’re still unsure then, I’ll do it as much as you need me to and I’ll be as patient as you need me.”

You can’t help but go weak in the knees. As a result, you don’t hear him when he says that he does know how to pick dresses. Maybe he just wanted to spend time with you.

scaramouche

He knows anybody who’s heard of his name would never dream of him being in a relationship–much less any positive association with another human being. From his sharp tongue to his cold nature, it’s practically impossible to imagine him being close with someone else.

Yet he makes an exception for his minions. Not just any of them, no, he finds most of them unbearably stupid and bothersome. Specifically, his assistant.

You move to glance around the market. He follows you closely behind, dressed in a more civilian like attire much to his distaste, after relentless begging on your part. He sees no point in dressing so plainly when he knows most people in this foreign nation don’t even recognize his identity as a harbinger. Still, he silently observes you as you anxiously grip the bag of mora he’d given you.

“Here’s the list,” he says, tossing you a sheet of paper which you barely manage to grab. “I’m staying here. Be back in 15 minutes or I’m coming after you.”

“My lord, this list is awfully long to finish in 15 minutes.”

He knows, he wants to say. He would follow after you anyway. “Is there a problem?”

“Well, I guess we are kind of in a hurry after you blew up your office.” The harmless bite in your voice should’ve boiled his blood to no end, but he only finds himself rolling his eyes. At this, he frowns. Perhaps he was being too soft on you.

You flash a bright smile and wave as you disappear into the crowd of people. He halfheartedly shrugs in response and turns to find a decent corner of alley to stay around before your return, but his plans are interrupted much rudely.

“Hello dear. Yes, you.”

He scowls at the soft voice calling for him from another stall. Though he glares at the old woman perched in the flower shop, she only smiles, her skin wrinkling with old age. “Would you like a flower?”

“No,” he replies immediately, turning to leave, but she only lets out a soft laugh.

“I’m sure your partner over there would love it,” she says. “Our flowers are freshly picked you know. And spring’s in full bloom–you can’t get flowers any more beautiful than these.”

He wishes she’d shut up, considering that with a snap of his fingers he could order someone to pick up a thousand flowers from an entirely other region. Especially since the flowers don’t live up to his standards in the slightest. However, he quickly snaps out of his analyzation of the flowers, shaking his head. “We’re not like that. Don’t assume such a-”

“Ah, then you must already be married!” she blinks. “My apologies, I didn’t know.”

Even he’s almost at a loss of words, unsure if he should spit out foul words or simply walk away from the scene. But before he can even decide, she hands him a blue iris. “Here you are. A token of congratulations. These symbolize faith and hope.”

“We’re not-”

“My lord!” your voice tears his attention away. You bolt up to him, holding bags full of items that were certainly not on the list he’d given you. “I couldn’t help it, the groceries were 50% off, and we haven’t gone yet this week, have we? Well, if we have, we could give some to the others, and-”

“My, that looks quite heavy, are you alright?” the woman speaks up again and Scaramouche suppresses the urge to tape her mouth shut.

“Oh, yes, I’m alright, thank yo-”

“This one has what I need, right?” he snaps suddenly, taking one of the bags from you. You nod, and that’s all he needs before he’s walking off. “We’re leaving.”

“Ah, but we haven’t bought the other things on the list yet!”

He places the blue iris on top of the groceries filling your arms, close enough that you could smell its scent. “We’ll get it later. This place is full of mental commoners, and I’m seconds away from getting violent.”

You blink at the flower, opening your mouth to ask but he’s gone in an instant, disappearing into the crowd. You groan and turn to bid the woman farewell, and she laughs. “You two are such an adorable couple. You remind me of my old days.”

At this, your face heats. Unbeknownst to you, the slightest of embarrassment creeps onto his own face–not that he’d ever admit it.

thoma

“We’ll stay with you until your mommy and daddy come find you, okay?” Thoma offers to the crying child, holding out a bottle of water he carries in his pocket. You’ve always known that children love Thoma, but you didn’t know of its extent until the child calms down immediately, expression changing into a beam in mere minutes. You can’t blame the kid because even you yourself find yourself in a calmer state the second you’re in Thoma’s presence. How he does it, you’d like to know too.

Soon enough, you’re walking hand in hand with the little boy and Thoma, glancing around the city in hopes of finding a face similar to the boy’s. Unfortunately, you fail to find any despite Thoma asking around the townspeople and your constant searching. 

After a few hours, the three of you decide upon a break. When you see the child eyeing a specific food vendor, you smile and lead the way. “You’re hungry right? Some food might help all of us reenergize.”

There, the cook eyes your group up and down before turning back to his kitchen. “The family discount ended at lunch. You’ll have to pay full price if you want anything.”

You stare in shock (mostly of his rudeness) while Thoma visibly chokes on his own spit. Did he think you were married? With a child? The thought of it is bizarre, but you can’t help but think of how nice it would be. Thoma’s good at everything related to the house–cleaning, cooking, babysitting–he was practically a dream man for some people. But marriage has rarely crossed your mind so why did you feel so….This mere thought makes you look away.

The boy however, seems unfazed as he simply sits himself on one of the stools, happily swinging his legs. Seeing that it’s not the time to address the mistake, you continue to order dishes, ignoring the heat flooding your face.

Finally, when the boy’s mother comes looking for him, you pass him off happily and wave as they disappear down the street. It’s nearly sunset now as you feel Thoma take your hand. “Shall we get home, then?”

The walk back home is silent. Usually, the two of you indulge in a comfortable silence but this one has a cloud of unsaid words swirling around the two of you, leaving you obsessing over your own wishes. Eventually the silence becomes so suffocating that he clears his throat.

“Agh, now I feel bad…” he mumbles, his blond hair falling over his eyes.

You lift your head. “Huh? About what?”

“I think it made you uncomfortable,” he clarifies, sheepishly meeting your eyes. “But I was really happy when he called us a family.”

Your eyes grow wide.

He swipes at his red tinted cheeks and shakes his head. “Maybe I got ahead of myself, or something like that. If you’re not ready for it–if you’re never ready for that, I would never be upset at you. But at the same time, it would be a dream too–to be able to call myself your husband. Sorry, I naturally thought that you’d like it too and I-”

“I do!” you nearly yell, making him jump. “I do. Like it. A lot. I’d like to call you my spouse.”

The two of you stare at one another in surprise before you both laugh. His fingers tighten around yours, making your chest feel as if it’s about to explode with butterflies. It doesn’t take much to guess that he feels the same.

“Let’s talk more about this later, when we get home. I still have to make dinner, you know.”

watched the jjk 0 movie and cried and all i want is to hug this man

gojo satoru, who has an ego out of this world. he's cocky, laid back, annoying, he's been called all of these things in one sentence, courtesy of megumi. he knows he's the strongest and he loves to make sure others know.

gojo satoru, who, behind closed doors, takes off his blindfold and lets his eyes flutter shut as he collapses on the couch, long limbs slouched over the soft cushions as he exhales loudly. he counts to three... "satoru?"

gojo satoru, who looks up at you through tired eyes, a smile barely tugging up on his lips as you bend down to cup his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. it's days like these, where his thoughts are too loud, and he doesn't have the energy to be a cocky idiot, that he hates the most.

gojo satoru, who leans into your touch, soaking up your sweet words and letting his eyes flutter shut as you hold him close. there's just too much going on and he knows that he needs to be ready at any moment, but oh, he's just so tired.

gojo satoru, who sleeps in the next morning because you turn off his alarms. you make calls to yaga and nanami, and then to megumi and maki, your voice barely a whisper as you lie next to one tired sorcerer. gojo deserves a break, even for just a day, and you're already planning out how to get him to relax and spend the day with you.

gojo satoru, who has a soft smile on his face for the rest of the day, hands on you at all moments. it's a day he'll remember forever, full of sweet kisses and loving touches, laughter and silly smiles. it's the perfect day for him.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 (tumblr algorithm is based on reblogs, you have no idea how much it means to see a reblog and one with notes in the tags) A/N: this is me starting to write for jjk too now?

♡ — of broken plates (sakusa kiyoomi)

pairing(s) — sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader

note(s) — a little comfort fic, present-past-present timeline, a very emotional y/n and kiyoomi just wants to baby you

words — 1.4k

“you’re such a baby sometimes,” kiyoomi sighs as he continues stroking the top of your head comfortingly — like he has been doing for the past 20 minutes.

“no, i’m not,” you managed to mutter out in between sniffles, eyes still teary and lips trembling just the slightest.

kiyoomi fights the urge to roll his eyes. he had come home earlier that night to quite a strange scene; you sitting on the dining table with several ceramic shards of different sizes before you, eyebrows furrowed in both concentration and despair as you attempted to assemble the pieces back together. what the object once was beyond him, and he wondered if he should interrupt at all, seeing as you hadn’t even noticed he had returned home.

in the end, kiyoomi cleared his throat just loud enough to grab your attention, and as your head snapped up to look at him — that was when the flood gates opened.

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crazy for you.

summary; cold-weather cuddles pairing; scaramouche x gn!reader warnings; fluff, no beta, scara's a bit mean but we all know he doesn't mean it <//3 notes; omfg i struggled for NO reason trying to write this.... could my writers block have picked a worse time to strike 😭😭 sorry for cutting it so close !! i had a lot of fun tho, ty axia for hosting such a fun event <33

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song; crazy for you-saito marina

the shuffle of covers and the prick of frigid air against your exposed skin pulled you from the safety of sleep, groaning in frustration as the person beside you slipped out of your feeble grasp.

"scaraaaa," you whined, reaching out for his arm briefly before recoiling from the freezing world outside the plush comforter. "come back. 's cold out."

he scoffed," i have work, you know."

"but what about keeping your totally awesome, amazing, wonderful, incredible, lovely pa-"

a pillow hit your face, interrupting you abruptly.

"hey-"

"archons, you're so annoying," scaramouche interrupted you again, lifting the pillow of off your head as he slid back beneath the covers. his tone was mocking, but the playful smile plastered on his lips couldn't mask the affection underneath.

putting the cushion aside, he brought the covers up nearly over your heads, throwing an arm lazily over your waist and pulling your head closer into his chest.

"better?" his voice was softer now, sighing as you clung to the fabric of his shirt.

you absolutely adored moments like this. while you loved scaramouche regardless, you would be lying if you weren't head over heels for this side of him. the soft, caring, doting lover he was.

you loved the way he touched your skin as if it were glass, his hands playing with your fingers so tenderly you forget momentarily what they are capable of.

you adored the tone he took with you when you were alone, his voice quieter, fondness on the tip of his tongue. retorts and teasing were quick to leave his pink lips, but stripped free of the degrading speech he was known for. devoid of the harbinger within him.

your focus snapped back to the present as your lover pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head. you wrapped your arms tighter around his chest, losing yourself in the warmth of his embrace.

"much better," you hummed. "c'mon, this has to beat working out in the cold."

"hmph," he scoffed. "you think i'm weak enough to be affected by some stupid wind?"

you suddenly ripped the covers off of him, exposing his bare arms to the freezing air of the bedroom. he gasped in surprise, glaring down at you as you stifled a giggle.

"why you little-"

his hands were on your sides in an instant, tickling you mercilessly as you thrashed and kicked at him.

"stop it- scara!" you struggled for breath as you laughed, trying in vain to push his hands away.

he released your sides from his hold, grabbing both of your hands before capturing you in a kiss.

"now look, you've ruined the covers," he muttered over your lips, feigning annoyance.

you maneuvered your arms around him, pulling the heavy blanket up over your heads, warmth surrounding you both once again.

"better?" you asked this time, grinning cheekily up at your boyfriend.

"much," he leaned down for another quick kiss. "much better."

‘I always think you’re pretty’

feat. Itadori, Megumi, Inumaki, Nanami, Gojo

note: established relationship in Nanami’s!!

ITADORI 

“You seem to be in a good mood today,” Itadori nudges you as the two of you walk to the convenience store for a late night snack run. He notices the way your gait seemed a lot more light-hearted, the way you were almost bouncing with glee in every step you took.

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