Sakusa Kiyoomi Is Late.

sakusa kiyoomi is late.

once upon a time, the mere idea of tardiness would have irritated him, but a lot of things have changed since he’d gotten married to you.

it’s not like he’d planned on being late. but he’d bought a new compression shirt recently, and had been trying it on when you’d walked into the room.

he’d just lost track of time when you’d peeled the shirt off his chest and kissed that sinful little trail down his abdomen.

and now he was late.

the team is five minutes away from warmup when he speed walks (he refused to incriminate himself and run) out of the locker room and to msby’s bench. he does his best to ignore his teammate’s pointed stares as he sets his waterbottle down and starts to stretch.

meian, who is standing next to him, asks, “newlywed life treating you well?”

he’s a little confused on what could have brought this up, but he nods anyway. “of course.”

his captain just grins, clapping him on the back. “well, don’t work yourself too hard. we need you at your best against schweiden next week.”

sakusa hums his assent, but doesn’t get what he means. it’s at that moment that the ref is blowing the whistle to call captains, so he doesn’t get to ask either.

so it’s not until the next day that he gets his answer.

and this time, he’s so fucking late.

late enough that a brisk speed walk won’t do. no, he’s jogging through the parking lot and into the restaurant, face a little flushed and breaths a little heavy as the hostess leads him to the table.

he can feel the stares of disbelief from his friends burning holes into his face as he mumbles an apology. once he’s slid his jacket off and is seated, he cuts them all a look that dares to ask.

it’s atsumu, of course, who dares. “who knew you were such a slut, omi-omi?”

hinata looked as if he was going to faint.

bokuto turned away, about to pop a lung with how hard he was trying to hold back his laughter.

sakusa’s gaze narrows dangerously. “excuse me?”

the setter simply shrugs, pointing at his chest. “you button that up in the dark or something?”

he quickly glances down at his chest, mortified to see that in his rush to get dressed, he’d skipped a few eyelits on his shirts. it’s hem was untucked too, only accentuating his unfortunate state of disarray.

well, what was he supposed to say to them? that you’d dragged him upstairs for a quickie when he was halfway out the door?

“you have been late a lot lately,” bokuto points out, as if that’s supposed to be helpful. “you were late to conditioning yesterday morning.”

sakusa opens his mouth to form an explanation, but it dies on the tip of his tongue when he realizes that he can’t share that you’d told him lifting you up and pressing into the shower wall had counted as strength and stamina training.

his teammates start listing off all the instances that he’d been tardy, and it’s with growing realization that sakusa realizes there’s only one common deniminator here.

it was none of their business. he was getting laid, like they’d been telling him he should be since he’d joined the team.

but the fact that people were starting to notice his increasing tardiness combined with the fact that miya atsumu was calling him a slut?

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“done,” you hum, completing the knot of his tie as sakusa tries so hard to ignore the way you smooth your hands over his chest. “you look great.”

“thank you,” he murmurs, staring at the ceiling as you get up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his jaw.

then one to his neck.

then you nudge the collar of his shirt aside and place one on his collarbone.

this is always how it starts.

and you’re entirely too enticing, your sweet-smelling perfume flooding his senses as you press your lips to his skin and bite—

in a panic, he grasps your arms and pulls you away, ignoring the offended look on your face. “we can have fun after the awards ceremony. we can even leave early.”

“but omi, i want you now,” you pout. “i can be quick!”

“take care of yourself then. we can’t be late.”

you whine a little, tugging on his sleeve. “but i want you to do it.”

“no. i’ve been spoiling you too much.”

a gasp. you pinch his arm, huffing, “‘m not spoiled.”

“you are,” he laughs, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles. “and i love spoiling you, but if we’re late, that means i’ll be proving miya right.”

“about what?”

“doesn’t matter,” he deflects, dropping your hand in favour of gripping your jaw, pulling you in to press a kiss to your pretty, pouting lips. “just be good for a few hours, alright? then i’ll reward you later.”

THE NEW GENSHIN TRAILER!!! They really just dropped all the harbingers and I’m simping so bad for them.

They all have so much drip 😩

Omg well this was a ride;

Got paired with marionette first she punched me and in response I hugged her.

The atmosphere is calm, damslette wanted to be with me, Marionette encouraged me, Pierre is worried but then marionette tries to interrupt! And afterward we both went home and cried

Genshin Impact (FATUI Harbingers ver. + 7 Minutes in Heaven Scenario) click and drag game!

warnings: flashing images

characters included: all 11 fatui harbingers

op's notes: after that recent trailer, you know I just HAD to make a fatui harbinger one immediately. why are they so hot? like damn 😫💘 excited to see more of them!

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"I thought I had the worst luck, until I met you." + Megumi? 🥺

𝟑:𝟒𝟗 𝐀𝐌 | 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈.

it’s quiet, and megumi feels a hand on his shoulder, your body draping over his back as he sits on one of the chairs in your balcony. it’s late, he knows this, but he can’t bring himself to go back to bed just yet.

“thought i’d find you here,” you hum, pressing soft pecks to the back of his neck. he sits quietly, not offering any words as he indulges in the feather light kisses you pepper along his skin. “why aren’t you in bed?”

“why aren’t you?” he mumbles. you know he’s dodging the question. you rest your chin on his shoulder and look at the side of his face, taking in the sight of his cheekbone and the way his lashes flutter against his skin as he blinks.

“bed was cold, why else?” he’s silent. and you’ve grown accustomed to meeting silence with him sometimes—he doesn’t always have the right words, and he doesn’t always want to give an answer right away, but he always tells you on his own time, and you never push.

megumi’s thought for a while he wasn’t easy to love, but he’s found people that do it anyway, and he thinks maybe it’s not true after all. but he knows he’s not easy to be in love with, and sometimes, the small, pessimistic side speaks a tad bit too loudly. why are you in love with him? and why do you keep trying? and what is it you get from all of this?

he’s always needed you more than you need him—at least, that’s how he sees it. you might not know it now, but you can easily find anyone to fill the gap in for him. but he doesn’t think there’ll be anyone but you, and he doesn’t think anyone will want to be the one but you.

“was kinda suffocating in there,” he mutters, eyes still trained on the city before you. you look to where his gaze lingers, and you watch as a couple laughs, hands clasped as they swing arms dramatically.

“oh,” you say simply. “did i squeeze too hard? sorry baby, i’m a hugger,” you giggle, and there’s a ghost of a smile on his face, one that makes him let out a soft huff of a chuckle before he shakes his head.

“no,” he says softly, “it wasn’t you.”

“then?”

“don’t know,” he mumbles, eyes still trained on the couple on the sidewalk below you. by now, the man’s on one knee, tying the girl’s shoes as they continue laughing. you turn, pressing a kiss to megumi’s cheek, staring off in front of you from your spot perched on his shoulder.

“remember that one time that loose thread of my shirt got caught and ripped?” you ask, and he furrows his brows, glancing you from the corner of his eyes.

“yeah?”

“you were so sick of me,” you giggle, and he huffs, rolling his eyes at you.

“i always tell you not to pull at those,” he grumbles, “you’re supposed to cut them.” you bite back a grin at how his bad mood from earlier is almost forgotten instantly in favor of scolding you.

“did you know that was the first time i decided i loved you?” he does a double take, glancing at you in bewilderment at your words.

megumi decides that he might as well give up trying to understand you. he didn’t understand when you said yes to him when he confessed, he didn’t understand when you kept saying yes after the first date, he didn’t understand when you said yes when he asked to make it official, he didn’t understand when you said yes to moving in together, and he doesn’t understand now.

only you could fall in love in the middle of getting yelled at over loose threads.

“that’s cause you’re weird,” he grunts. and then it’s silent for a moment, and then he’s speaking up again. “why?” he asks softly, like he’s almost afraid to hear the answer, but he needs to hear it desperately at the same time.

“it’s just how you are,” you chuckle, shaking your head. “you’re always so grouchy,” you reach and poke his hip, and he scowls, gently swatting your hand away.

“and how’s that a good thing?” he says bitterly. he was right, he thinks, to be afraid of the answer. but then you’re pressing another kiss to his cheek, longer this time, lips lingering on the warm skin and leaving soft tingles in their wake.

“i don’t know,” you shrug, “it was cute. you get worked up over silly things, and i like to watch. it’s pretty entertaining,” you grin widely, poking his cheek where you’d just pressed the kiss. he doesn’t say anything. “so. what’s wrong?”

megumi sighs, and it’s almost shaky this time, his hands fiddling with each other as he tries to put the words together. he’s not sure how to say it, or what to say, but he has a feeling you’ll get it anyway.

“i don’t know. things are…pretty serious, you know?” you hum, running your hand over his chest in circles, still hunched over his back and shoulders.

“and?”

“and…i never thought we’d get this far,” he mumbles.

“is that bad?” you raise a brow, peeking at him from the corner of your eyes, and he stiffens, inwardly groaning at himself. he can never manage to do the right things, or say the right words.

“no,” he says quickly, “it’s like…it’s just…weird.”

“huh,” you nod, taking in his statement thoughtfully.

“wait,” he groans, slumping back against your chest, defeated sigh escaping his lips. megumi isn’t easy to be in love with—but you are. and he figures as long as he keeps loving you as best he can, maybe there’ll be something worth staying for. “it’s just…i thought i had the worst luck, until i met you. you know? i don’t…i can’t tell anymore.”

“tell what? if you’re lucky that we’re together? or that we’ve gotten serious?”

“both?” he trails off. the couple below you is almost out of sight, walking off hand in hand just like before. your hand slides down and grabs megumi’s too.

“well, i think i have great luck,” you shrug. “should be enough for the both of us.” megumi furrows his brows, opening his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. “a lot of things are lucky, baby. but a lot of things are also just right.” he pauses, letting out a shaky exhale.

“yeah?” he whispers, head turning to look at you with hopeful eyes. you turn to face him, hands cupping his cheeks as you offer him a soft smile before pressing a delicate kiss to his lips. everything feels right for a second as your lips mold against his, and he thinks maybe you’re right.

there’s no way this could be wrong. not when it feels like everything’s fallen into place.

“yeah,” you nod, and he lets his head lean against yours. “let’s go back to bed. i’ll try not to suffocate you with my hugs.”

he rolls his eyes, scoffing, but there’s a small smile on his lips when he mumbles, “good luck with that.”

Thinking about how Ayato would be completely devastated if Ayaka or sibling!reader were ever to say "Big brother I hate you!"

Maybe reader is on the more childish side, a lot younger than the two Kamisatos, and they ask to go around town but it's too dangerous so Ayato refuses and you're like "Big brother is the worst! Thoma is my new big brother now!".

Ayato just... freezes. Boba dropped to the floor. World shattering around him as you hmp away with a sweat dropping Thoma.

May or may not have some familial Kamisato concepts in my drafts rn 👀

Additionally, think about a kid!Kamisato MC, meeting Thoma for the first time and he's their first crush! Like a little 6-10 year old and Ayato is like ( >_>) no. no crushing on the pyro maid.

THIS. Don’t know why either but I 100% agree

my rule for dating is:

if i get a boyfriend, i have to be cooler than him

but if i get a girlfriend, she has to be cooler than me