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You’ve been whining for the last 5 minutes. All because your boyfriend was being a selfish jerk.

“Let me try Rin!”

Suna tuts, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “No can do, baby.”

“You’re being mean.” you whine, reaching for the lollipop in his hand, frown deepening when he moves it further from your reach.

“I asked you if you wanted one before we left the apartment. You said no.” Suna pops the sweet back in his mouth, deciding that was the safest place to keep it. He presses the button for the elevator as you both arrive at the end of the hallway, seemingly unfazed by your glare.

“Don’t be so greedy, I just want a taste.” 

“Nah, that’s nasty.” he responds, words slurred as he swirls the candy in his mouth.

Insulted, you cross your arms over your chest. “No it’s not! How is it different to kissing me?”

The brunette offers you a sly grin, mischief gleaming behind his eyes. “It’s not.”

It takes a second for the jab to click in your head before you’re slapping the athlete against his chest, meeting nothing but toned muscle. He has the audacity to look hurt.

“Y-you’re such a dick!” you sputter, “Fine. I’ll go get my own one.” Huffing, you turn to make your way back to your shared apartment. “Just know you’re never getting another kiss from me.”

“Come on, princess. I was just joking.” Suna snickers, fingers latching onto your wrist to stop you in your tracks.  

“Yeah, well you’re not funny. Have fun never kissing me again.” you grunt, putting all your strength into releasing yourself from his grip.

A large finger curls around your jaw, lifting your face upwards. “What-” Your brain barely has the time to register the hint of strawberry before Suna’s lips are crashing into yours. Before you even know what you’re doing, your arms wind around his neck, pulling him closer. Sweetness explodes in your mouth as his tongue invades your taste buds. Even his lips carry the candy’s flavour, leaving you chasing for more.

Chuckling through his nose, the brunette finally pulls away. He gives your lips a few more pecks before pulling away completely. “There,” he smirks, wiping the moisture clinging to your lips, “You got a taste now. Happy?”

Weaving your fingers into his silky locks, you peer at him through your lashes. “No.” you pout, just to be difficult. “I need to try again.”

With one hand resting against your waist, Suna walks you backwards until he’s got you pinned against the wall. “Yeah?” he breathes, “But what was that about never getting a kiss from you again?” he smirks, finding way too much amusement in the way you squint your eyes at him.

“Carry on and you’ll see.”

Suna dips his head to leave a trail of kisses on your jaw. “Well I better start behaving then.” You can feel the playful curl of his mouth against your skin. “And for the record, kissing you isn’t nasty.“ He’s so close his lips brush against yours with every word. 

A shiver runs down your spine in anticipation.

“It’s my favourite fucking thing in the world.” he whispers before smashing his lips against yours.

ready, set, pay !

𖥨 feat. suna rintaro , in which you and your boyfriend suna fight over who will pay for this week's groceries

content. friendly relationship banter, swearing, suns wants to take care of you with his pro volleyball money but you're not having it, cashier is entertained, slight suggestive talk and comments, mention of impregnation

a/n. — as a cashier, i love when this happens, it's so cute and makes me laugh so i figured i'd write about it. don't forget to show some love, enjoy!! also this is NOT proofread so don't get on my ass for mistakes. requests are open <3

"are you gonna stand there and look pretty or help me unload this cart?" the look on your boyfriend's face says he's not impressed at your lack of contribution to this trip but you did tell him that if you did the shopping, he'd be doing the rest and you meant it.

"i think i'll stand here and look pretty. besides, you're almost finished anyways. it's almost like i did all of the shopping while you followed me around and whined about them not having your favorite protein bowls." the next box of pancake mix is slammed a little too hard onto the belt, your boyfriend mumbling something about how he should've stayed home, but you knew better than to be deceived by the whole 'i hate it here' act.

suna loved to grocery shop with you. he loved pushing the cart while you neatly put stuff inside of it and marked said item off of your cute little list with your cute little pen. he loved sneaking stuff into the cart just for you to act like you didn't see it and pay for it anyways. he loved when you asked him which flavor of cream cheese looked better or which new cereal you should try this time around. he loved the domesticity of it all.

he would mention every time how it weirdly turned him on to which you'd laugh and call him a freak, but if only you knew that he was not joking. it made him feel some type of way seeing you shop for groceries for y'all to eat at y'all's house under the roof you both owned. god he was gonna get hard thinking about it.

maybe he should put a baby inside of you to really add touch to the domestic feel of your relationship. he could see it now, you pushing his baby around in a stroller, picking out baby food and cute decorated bottles-

"suna rintaro." your boyfriend's far off gaze meets your own concerned eyes, "you good there?"

"yeah. sorry, baby." he puts the last few things on the belt before pushing the cart your way so that the bagger would have somewhere to put the many paper bags packed with things you two probably didn't need. "do you want a drink?"

suna opens the end cap fridge to retrieve a peach flavored celsius, grabbing another watermelon one for later knowing you'll be asking for a sip of his like you always do after denying his offer to get you your own drink.

"no thanks."

and like every other time, the cashier announces the overpriced total for all of the things sitting in the paper bags in your cart, but instead of suna pressing his apple watch to the corner of the terminal to pay, he nearly scoffs when you turn yours on to do the same.

"put that away, you know i pay for the groceries." his larger hand swats yours away when you get a little too close to the square reader for contactless payments.

"you paid last time meaning it's my turn. you paid for lunch so it's only fair."

"i paid for lunch because i like paying for you. you're my lover, it's my job."

"yeah well, you're my lover as well so therefore the job is also mine so move."

a small beep signaling the completion of a transaction is heard between your bickering and shoving making you pause, not too sure who just paid for the 214 dollar bill.

suna flips his watch to see the card information for apple pay still displayed, the words hold near reader mocking him from the tiny screen of his watch , but a small check mark and the words approved glowing on yours.

the cashier laughs as she hands you the unnecessarily long receipt as your bothered boyfriend stands scarily still next to you, imaginary holes being burned through your skull from his hard stare.

you can only roll your eyes at his dramatics and land a few pats to the firm muscles of his back with a reassuring smile, aware that he just truly loves taking care of the finances and anything that involves needing money since he's more than able to.

you wouldn't even have a job if it wasn't for his understanding that you want to be able to work for the things you want and experience having a successful career and hard earned money. another reason why you are also more than capable of paying for this week's groceries.

"push the cart for me big boy, we gotta put all this in the car." the six foot man before you visibly slumps at the thought, a small defeated sigh leaving his lips when you wrap an arm around his waist and pull him along with you to the full basket on wheels.

"i'm buying us dinner tonight." his voice is firm when he lays the not offer down.

"i know you will, baby."

"and i'm getting us smoothies before we go home." now you're smiling at his pettiness.

"yeah?"

"mhm."

"okay, pretty boy. buy us smoothies with all of your hard earned money from being such an amazing player. my sweet, generous, loving, rich boyfriend." now he's smiling that gorgeous smile that you love a little too much. the way he bites the inside of his cheek to hide just how much your words affect him makes you wanna kiss the lights out of him.

"shut up." he wants to trip you when you go walking past him with a little too much pep in your step. but you don't notice the hundred dollar bill he slips into the open zipper of your purse as you go by, setting a mental reminder to sneak in another one later when you're not paying attention because suna always pays for his lover.

apple of his eye

feat. Atsumu

note: I’m still on a hiatus but I just remembered this piece I wrote for an MSBY zine and I thought it’d be perfect to share now bc I’m going to an apple orchard tmrw hehe okay bye bye

“Hurry up ‘Tsumu! You’re way too slow,” you call out to your boyfriend. You find yourself at the entrance to a large apple orchard- the one that you’ve been wanting to visit for a long time now- and your slowpoke of a boyfriend is walking way too slow for your liking.

“Yer worrying as if the orchard’s going to run out of apples or something. We don’t need to rush ya know.” Atsumu chuckles as he approaches you. But as soon as he reaches his hand out to pat your head, you’re already scurrying off to grab some baskets. Clearly, you are too consumed in your own excitement to think about his words. Atsumu blinks at your departing figure, dropping his outstretched arm.

“Cute,” he murmurs before striding towards you. It’s endearing watching you become so excited for today- Atsumu can hardly handle it.

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you're on cloud nine. you might have actually ascended. there is a happiness in knowing that you have an apartment with the love of your life & the bedroom door is shut & he's on top of you on your bed. you're on cloud nine. you're trying not to melt and desperately failing.

because atsumu miya is kissing you like he's trying to make up for not being able to kiss you all of those years when you didn't know each other.

his lips meet yours again and again, and he's smiling into you & you're smiling into him. you can barely tell where your legs begin and his end, because you're too busy kissing.

"you taste so fuckin' good," atsumu says against you. you sigh into him at the praise, hips softly —almost subconsciously— moving against where you meet. "can't stop cravin' ya, baby."

you run your hands through his hair and his sigh at the contact undoes you. eyes half-lidded and lips a glossy pink as atsumu pulls away, you understand why sailors drown willfully at the sight of a siren. you instantly try & follow him, at which he chuckles.

"kiss me." and who is he to say no to you? just as atsumu enchants you, he adores you. he thinks that you've made him syrupy & saccharine; he looks at you and you are ethereal, pearlescent light licking at your skin until he has the urge to call you an angel.

his lips are on yours. it's stupidly tender and sweet, and you're making these little, breathy sounds that diminish his brain function to zero.

he moves to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose.

"love ya." he pauses, looks at you. a peck on your lips. "i love you so much."

and you kiss again.

"and i think of this, and i am happy, to have kissed your mouth with the force of language, to have spoken your name at all."

RED LIGHTS

synopsis: everything looks prettier under red lights, especially your boyfriend. you decide to tell him, and he decides that you’re it for him — all he’s ever wanted.

notes: reader wears lipstick, fluff w some suggestive sprinkled in, inspired by red lights by RINI. warning: too much physical touch as always.

wc: >1.0k

“why do you keep looking at me?” suna peers at you with his celadon eyes, his rings tap against the wheel as he bounces his fingers against the leather.

he's cautious with his words, and maybe a bit curious, too.

“what, i can’t look at my boyfriend?” you look over at him again, probably for the fifth time since you left your apartment parking lot just seven minutes ago.

“is there something on my face?” he quickly runs his hand over his face, peeking at the rare view mirror. and to his surprise, no crumbs. did you maybe leave a lipstick mark when you kissed him before leaving? (komori, to suna’s dismay, has pointed out a mark or two on his cheek as he walked into the gym for morning practices. he always wipes it off with a mumble, but takes a peek in the mirror beforehand to admire your bold proclamation of love).

“you’re just really pretty.”

“oh shut the fuck up," he laughs, and it fills the car, harmonizing with the music from the radio. it brings a smile to your face. it's dark, but you can see that his tongue is poking at his cheek, holding back an equally cheesy smile.

“i’m serious!” you face him again. "your hair looks good today, and you're all clean-shaven." you run the back of your hand against his cheek, humming in satisfaction to emphasize how soft his skin is. "i gotta appreciate this when i can."

he continues to drive, but snakes his hand onto your leg. his rings are cool against you. he squeezes once, then twice. and once again, you're at a red light — it highlights his face beautifully. the rise of his cheekbones accentuate the darkness of his eyelashes, eyebrows, and hair.

and you decide to go for it, reaching across the console to leave a quick kiss on his jaw.

"woah, can't get enough of me today," he taps your thigh a few times. "and i didn't even have to wear that cologne you like."

“mhm. i love you even when you smell like shit.”

he clicks his tongue and takes his hand back, letting you pull at it to place it back on your thigh (he never fights back, knowing you'll only reach for it again and again). you put your hand on top of his, rubbing your thumb along his skin.

“if you’re trying to tell me something, i don’t think you wanna do anything risky while we’re on the way to dinner with my parents.” suna peers down at his hand on your thigh and your hand that's keeping it captive there.

“i’m not trying to do anything, rin.”

“whatever you say,” he moves his hand back and forth. it's a comforting motion, really, but for some reason, you feel nervousness stir in your stomach. or perhaps, butterflies.

“i’m not! i’m just really excited to see your family again,” you rub your finger along the ring on his pointer finger.

“i think they love you more than they love me.”

“probably.”

“oh, should i tell them how you tried to make a move on their sweet and innocent son just 10 minutes before seeing them?”

“where’d you get 'sweet and innocent' from? weren’t you the one who wanted to ‘head to the back’ after atsumu’s party?”

and now, he's fully smiling. you hear an airy laugh escape from him. you love this rin — the one that laughs at his past, corny self. the one that lets you know he's listening even when his eyes are on the road. the one that is so unabashedly in love with you that he could never deny anything you want from him.

“you were the one who kept looking at me with those… eyes.”

“i wasn’t! you’re just so full of yourself that you think me looking at you is the same as checking you out.”

as the song transitions into the next, there's a pause, and the car is enveloped in silence.

he breaks it.

“so, what’s it like when you’re checking me out?”

“i’m not doing this.”

“no, baby, i just wanna see. check me out." this time, at the light, he faces you. has he always looked at you like this? with his lips slightly quirked upwards? a teasing smile — expectant and knowing.

you look him straight in his eyes and then to his lips before looking back at his eyes. your eyes follow his features naturally — his eyes show that he's calm, but his smile shows that he's in awe of what you do to him.

you can't help but to laugh at his reddening ears. you reach for the cartilage and coo at him for getting all flustered. if there's something the both of you are good at, it's flustering each other endlessly, even two and a half years into the relationship.

“damn, you’re good,” he takes your hand away from his ear and kisses the back of it before trailing a few up your wrist and arm all while keeping his eyes on the road.

moments like this with suna aren't hard to come by — he's always done his best to make you feel loved (and to annoy you to the point where you question his meaning of love). and all you can hope for, really, is that it'll stay like this forever — that even when you're older and greying, he'll ask you to give him "those eyes".

and if you knew what was encased in the velvet box in his pocket, and what else was planned for this family dinner, you'd have no doubt in your mind that he hopes for the same.

before stepping out of the car, suna pulls you in for a kiss. it catches you off guard, but you relax into it.

"i'm pretty sure your dad's car is parked next to us," you mumble as he pulls away. his eyes fall back to your lips.

"so what? he doesn't know what a kiss is? how do you think i was made?"

"oh my god," you swat his chest. "let's go."

before he can open the door, his name leaves your lips.

"by the way, you have a little something right there," you point at the lipstick stain on his jaw.

of muffins and slip-ups

wc: 1.7k

pairing: osamu miya x gn!reader

warnings: none (osamu’s hypnotizing tiddies)

Standing on tiptoe, you reach up into your cabinet and feel around for the vial of vanilla extract you know you have somewhere, and when you finally find it, you pluck it from the shelf to inspect it. You peer between the recipe on your phone and the bottle, brows furrowing. You don’t have nearly enough. You really should’ve checked your cabinets before embarking on a late-night baking session. 

As you frustratedly stare at the half-finished batter on your counter, you weigh your options. You could make a quick run to the store, you reason. It’s not that far of a walk. But when your gaze flickers to the digital clock on the microwave — 8:45 PM — you realize you’d never make it in time, and you refuse to be the person that shows up to a store five minutes before it closes.

And you’ve already made it this far — the bowl is out, the measuring cups are dirty, the muffin tin is meticulously paper-lined. You sigh. It’d be a waste to throw everything out now, and you aren’t keen on leaving it in the fridge overnight. Left with no other options, you decide there’s only one thing left to do — ask a neighbor.

You’re new to the building, and not quite friends with anyone yet, so the thought of going door to door to beg for some vanilla isn’t exactly what you planned on doing with your Wednesday night, but hey, nobody’s perfect. You consider asking the girl next door, the one who’d invited you over on your first weekend in the building. She was nice enough, but before you slip your feet into a pair of slippers, you remember that she stays with her boyfriend during the week.

You could ask that guy down the hall, but he’d ogled at you on the elevator last weekend, and the thought of knocking on his door and subjecting yourself to more of his looks made a hint of nausea settle in your stomach.

You stand, idle in front of your door, slippers and pajamas on and groan. The guy across the hall — Miya Osamu. You’ve bumped into him virtually everywhere since you moved in. The mail room, the laundry room, in the lobby and the hallway. And every time he’d fix you with this handsome, toothy grin, making casual small talk when he could. You’ve even seen him help the elderly woman downstairs with her groceries. He seems disarmingly perfect, so surely he wouldn’t slam the door in your face at your request. At least, you hope not.

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Meeting a Beautiful Fan

w/sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto kotarou, and atsumu miya

fluff. 1k wc. rip to fictional friend aiko.

♡ Sakusa Kiyoomi

“Um, hello.”

“Hey….Hi.”

“Are you Sakusa Kyoomi?”

“Yeah, that’s-“ This is an angel. He’s looking at an angel right now. “That’s me.”

“Oh! Okay,” You nod, gesturing at the matching jersey in your hand. “If you’re not too busy, can you sign this jersey?”

Sakusa nods silently and reaches for the shirt, nearly swallowing his tongue as his fingers brush with yours. “Who should I… make it out to?”

“Oh um - if you can, can you just wish my friend a happy birthday? Her name’s Aiko.”

“Oh, this is a gift.” He sounds impassive but that’s because he’s having a meltdown on the inside. “‘Was wondering why I haven’t seen you at any of the games.”

“Yeah, my friend’s a huge fan but she’ll be overseas until next year so, I came and got some souvenirs to send her.” He nods at the explanation, but nearly overheats when you continue. “But your plays were amazing, this being the first time I’m seeing them in person. I can see why she’s such a big fan.”

“Thank you. I uh..” He glances around. “I appreciate it.”

“Uh no, thank you-“

“Wait there a sec- Miya!”

Atsumu looks over and trots to him with a smile, bouncing the novelty foam ball in his hand and nearly dropping it once he’s got a glance at the dime standing in front of his teammate.

“Heya there, angel-“

“Can I have that?” He points to the ball.

Atsumu immediately catches on. “Oh, sure thing! Here, gorgeous, ya want me ta sign it-“

“No.” Sakusa takes it out of his hand and scribbles on it with his pen. “Here, uh… keep this for yourself.”

“Hm? Oh.” You reach for the ball and Atsumu nearly croons at the sound of your voice. He nearly says something to, if not for the clear call of dibs drilling holes in his head as Sakusa side eyes him.

You smile and it’s straight out of a day dream. “I appreciate it, thank you.”

Sakusa nods as you side-step your way out of the line and they both wave back at you as you walk away.

Atsumu smacks his teeth. “There she goes, ma future wife walking off with your number.”

Sakusa elbows him.

♡ Bokuto Kotarou

“Uh, are you Bokuto?” A voice inquires softly behind him.

Kotarou turns with a gleeful smile to address the fan standing behind him. Smiling widely as he cheers from the deeper portion of his chest. “Hey, Hey….H-Hey!”

Holy shit.

You return his grin with a closed mouth smile as you bow, hardly paying any mind to the way his grin slowly falls into a disbelieving gape. “Nice to meet you.”

“Y-…Yeah, it really is!” He stammers a bit nervously. “Nice to meet you, I mean. It’s- It’s really nice to meet you too!”

You snicker somewhat and his chest caves in.

“That’s great!” Your attempt to exclaim with him is poor and a little cut off by the sheer silliness of trying to match his energy but it’s cute regardless. He barely registers the jersey in your hand, too busy planning out what your wedding reception is gonna look like.

“Is it okay if I ask you to sign this?” You simper.

Ko takes it out of your hand with an eager few nods. “Yeah! Of course!” He whips out his marker. “And what’s the pretty girl’s pretty name?”

“Oh, it’s- Well this is actually a gift for my friend, Aiko. Who’s a huge fan. But I’m-…My name’s ____.” You stumble a bit.

He nearly croons. Are you nervous? He’s the one staring at the girl of his dreams right now! Ah, and you’re such a good friend! Going out of your way to get your friend a gift like this! He swears he’d swoon over you if he could.

“Yeah? Birthday?” You nod as he regains a bit of his composure. “Cool. Cool. And are uh… are you a fan?”

“Me? Oh, this is actually my first game.” You admit. “But it was really fun watching you play. Your…line shots? I think? They’re super duper cool!” You beam up at him, he nearly clenches his heart in duress.

Ko gasps. “Thank you!! Sometimes I forget how to do ‘em!!” The two of you giggle a little together. “But I’m flattered regardless! Think after this match you’ll become a regular?”

You shrug. “Maybe. If I can find some time between school work.”

“College student?” You give him an affirming hum. “That’s really cool. Well - Hey, I’d like to see you again regardless?”

He rips a thin sheet of signing paper from the table beside him and bends to jot his phone number on it before folding it a couple times.

Ko turns back to you and somehow you’re even cuter than you were when he first looked at you. “If that’s… alright? Maybe we can catch a drink or something later?”

You give him a bit of a disbelieving smile but take it regardless. Belatedly he realizes what a small chance it was that you’d even be single. “O-Oh! Yeah sure that’d be great.”

Ko smiles excitedly, like he’s won twice today. “Great! Well, I’ll uh- I’ll talk to you later?”

“Definitely.” You smile, and he’s floating on cloud 9 as you start to walk away. “Bye!”

“Bye-Bye!”

♡ Atsumu Miya

Atsumu’s smile wavers when you shuffle into the front of the line but only because he’s a little too surprised to remain cordial. It’s not every day that your dream girl shows up in line to ask you for an autograph.

“Hello.”

“Hi,” He immediately grabs the foam ball to the left of him. “Didn’t know they let angels in here?”

You smile a little at his quip but you aren’t as affected by it as he’d like you to be. “Ah, that’s very kind of you, Miya-san. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, gorgeous.” His chair creaks as he stands up, and he cradles the toy between his elbow as he reaches for the novelty plushie in your hand. “So, who am I makin’ it out to?”

“My friend, Aiko? It’s her birthday.” You shift on your heels as he signs the doll. “She’s a huge fan. I really wanted to surprise her.”

“Yeah? That’s awful sweet of ya.” He smiles. You glow under the gym lights, he doesn’t know if it’s the afterglow of success or just the sheer desirability you exude that’s making you so painfully attractive to him right now. “What’s Aiko’s friend's name is what I really wanna know?”

“Me? Oh, my name’s ____.”

“Figures.” He tuts. “It fits ya, pretty.”

Atsumu bounces the ball sitting in the crook of his arm down to his palms as he hands you back the toy, quickly scribbling a little note on it before you can get the chance to thank him for his signature.

“Hey,” He leans in hushedly, you follow his lead, “It’s gonna kill me if I miss a chance like this, so here.” Atsumu sneaks the ball into your hands. “If you’re available?”

You glance at his handwriting on the ball and smile abashedly. The little giggle you let out makes his face hot. “Yeah? Sure thing.”

“A’right!” He leans back cheerfully, waving you off before the rest of his fans can catch on. “See ya later then, sweetpea.”

You smile as he twiggles his fingers at you from the stand, watching you disappear into the crowd even as his next fan stands in front to receive their own signature.

The ball crunches slightly against your wandering fingers.

“Your future boyfriend, Tsumu. <3 xxx-xxx-xxx.”

reblog = 1 prayer for aiko 😔

“Gimme a kiss,” Atsumu murmurs, deep voice low in your ear. His hands are on your hips, fingers digging into the softness of your skin. 

You pull him away from you, hands cupping his face and thumb running along his cheek in the way you know he likes. You raise an eyebrow, smiling softly, “I’m wearing lipstick, you know.” This causes his eyes to drop to your lips, gaze hungry, suddenly reminded of the fact. 

“So?” he asks, eyes flicking from yours and back to your lips. “Let everyone know I belong ta ya.” 

“You’re going to walk around with my lips printed on your face?” 

He nods eagerly, ducking to bury his face in your neck. “I’d be the happiest man alive if I got ta walk around like that.” 

This makes you laugh, your heart melt, and you reposition your arms around his shoulders to squeeze him closer to you. “You’re going to be late for practice, ‘Tsumu.”

“Just one kiss, baby. Even if it's on the cheek.” 

You sigh, but you know that he knows you’re only faking your reluctance. “Kay.” 

He pulls away from you, giving you his right cheek, and tapping his pointer finger against it with a giddy smile. You make sure to dramatize your actions, making an amplified noise when pulling away, laughing when he gives you his other cheek, and repeating your actions until he finally lowers his mouth to yours. 

He makes sure to deepen the kiss and only chases after you when you pull away, giving you little pecks and placing kisses all around your face, playfully biting your nose when it scrunches in fake disdain. When he finally separates from you, you take notice of the bright red lip marks on his cheeks, and the red tint left on his lips that are stretched into a grin. 

“How do I look?” 

“Like you are definitely mine.” 

His smile widens. “Great. ‘Xactly what I was goin’ for.” 

thinking about yandere! Dabi’s darling developing stockholm syndrome for him after many months of captivity…

It starts with little things. he returns late at night after a mission with the league, expecting to find the house dark and unwelcoming as usual, but something is different this time. there is a dim light coming from your shared bedroom. upon walking in quietly, he notices that the lamp on your night stand is on, emitting the soft glow across the room, with you sound asleep. you’re not on your usual side of the bed either, but in the middle. the bed is undone, on his side too, it feels almost inviting. as if you’ve been waiting for him to come back. you look so clean and dainty, he feels bad for just lying next to your calm form, all dirty and bloody, smelling of smoke. so no matter how tired, he goes to shower. you continue doing this every night from that point on, changing the sheets too.

few more weeks later he comes home to a delicious aroma and finds you cooking in the kitchen. he’s even more baffled when you quietly ask if he’d like to eat something, not looking at him directly. you never do any of those things, the way it usually goes is Dabi feeding you and you not talking to him, barely opening your mouth to receive the food. he complies without a word, suspecting that you might want to poison him, but you sit next to him and start eating slowly. by yourself. he can’t remember the last time he ate homemade cuisine, it’s so fresh and warm it’s gut wrenching, bringing back old memories. for the first time eating together is not uncomfortable, but natural. like what a family would do. he wants to ask what’s wrong with you lately, but decides to enjoy it while it lasts. when you stand up to wash the dishes, he hugs you from behind by the sink, thanking you for the meal. you don’t react. but you don’t push him away, letting out a small “mmhm”. he then decides to test the waters more, and gives you a gentle peck on the ear, breathing down your neck. you don’t flinch like you used to.

as more time passes, he decides that you’ve been good enough to take you out for a walk once in a while. obviously, it was impossible before due to your hostile attitude, and he expects you to be ecstatic to be out and about, but your reaction is just a small smile and a nod. Dabi is slightly on edge, still thinking that it’s some kind of plan, you’re trying to fool him and take your chance to escape. but you make no attempts to leave his side throughout the whole day, clinging to him in crowded areas, your hands intertwined, arms brushing against each other’s as you go. It feels like you’re a couple. It’s stupid and immature, he loathes the concept, but it makes him feel so normal and so fuzzy inside. he can’t help but pull you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist. he is in such a good mood he asks if you’d like him to buy something for you, and feels the urge to care of you even more as you comply. he wants to give you everything he has, even if he doesn’t have much to offer.

once in while, when he doesn’t have any business with the league, you two get to spend a day together, at home. It feels so nice to be lying next to you on the bed, listening to the sound of rain tapping on the window, with you facing him and not the wall. his heart almost stops when you scoot closer to him under the blanket, tugging on his shirt. “dabi-san, I’m cold…” you mutter shyly. It’s the first time you ask for physical contact with him. he thought that you were scared of him, you surely were, and now you’re asking for him to hold you, to snuggle you? he moves to place his hands around your waist nervously, pressing your half bare body against his toned one, shivering when you drop your leg over his hip. his insides are about to burst, he can feel your heartbeat through his ribcage too. he brings his face closer to you, as your eyes flutter shut, connecting his lips to yours and you let him. the mellow sighs and breaths you let out as you allow him to undress you and love you softly, sweetly, rocking your body gently in synch with his, praising you, they make him feel so cherished by you. the way your legs wrap around his hips, begging him to keep going, makes him loose himself completely into you. It’s heaven. you’re finally accepting him.

- attractive things he does

suna rin , atsumu miya , kuroo tetsurou , sakusa kiyoomi

! the word d3ath, boys inlove, gn reader !

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≈suna rin

•he talks about you extremely often

god bless anyone who asks ab u when u n rin r together,, holy shit. rin notices a lot of things about u, and even the tiniest , littlest details about u are so precious to him. u stick ur tongue out when ur focused? noted . ur good with kids? he’s absolutely inlove with u and thinking of u when he plays with or sees a child at one of his games. the boys will ask him yk, how’s yn, and all of a sudden they’re stuck for 1/2 hrs listening to tim talk about u.

“oh yeah how’s yn? it’s been a while”

“atsumu -”

*cracks knuckles*“ i am so glad you asked.”

he literally cannot help it , he doesn’t even realise that he’s talking sm bcus he just has so much to say about u? everything u do is just precious so now the guys just know not to ask or they’ll be screwed , lmao

•always makes eye contact when talking / loves eye contact

it lets him show u that he’s listening , since he’s not a huge talker . he doesn’t want u to think he’s bored of u speaking , or what ur saying , so he’s always, ALWAYS looking you in ur eyes when you talk. he does expect the same from u, ofc. if he’s talking and he catches u looking down he’ll stop, and when u ask why he’ll just flatly say ,” you weren’t looking so i assumed you stopped listening😐 ” and you just look at him like 😦 because it was only for like FIVE seconds .he truly doesn’t care what ur doing , he wants u to look at him when he’s talking - if you give him the eyes he will start stuttering 😔his gaze is always half - lidded, lazy almost, but it makes you feel like he’s seeing right into you. sometimes he’ll raise his eyebrows or scrunch them- but his main thing is eye contact.

•doesn’t treat you like everyone else

we all know rin is emo ☹️,so he does tend to give people the cold shoulder a lot . but u? never. if he’s stone walling his friends and you come up to him, he’s all smiles and ‘ hi, baby’ s . you just make him so so so happy. he’ll never call u annoying even as a joke like with his friends or act aloof- he expresses himself as much as he wants with u bcs ur his favorite </3 even his sister was so shocked when she over heard- y’all talking cus hes never that sweet to ANYONE. he’ll be clingy, he hugs u as soon as he sees u ( atsumu asked for a hug and rin flipped him off 😔😔😔✊), he wants u to know how much he loves u 24/7 cus you fr are special to him.

≈atsumu miya

•tucks your hair behind your ear/ brushes it out of your face

tsumu listens to u very tentatively when u talk, like he’s memorising everything that ur saying - the way ur saying it- what he’s feeling as u say it. he genuinely does wanna keep every moment with u tucked into his brain, so that when he’s lying awake at night thinking of u, he can day dream about u. when you glance up at him, chirping happily about your life to him, he can’t help but hesitantly move a large hand to your face and move away any hair in your face. his eyes flit away only for a moment- he’s still looking at you- just at a different part. he’ll blush a little when he does it for the first time , mumbling a ,” sorry, it was in your eyes.looked like it was botherin’ you.” truthfully,he wants to see your face properly, especially if you have bangs or something, tsum is moving it so he can see the way your eyebrows shoot up in excitement or knit together in frustration. he drinks in your expression, the story, everything in that moment he captures like a polaroid bc he just loves you so so much.

•doesn’t hold your entire hand- just a few fingers

because tsumu is tall it is kinda hard to lose him in a crowd. he will NEVER STOP using that excuse when it comes to holding onto u tho. he loves how your hands feel in his, the squish of your fingers, the way your fingers curl around his entire hand ( or attempt to. cus he’s so bloody large for absolutely no reason) without a thought. if your hands r smaller, he finds it so precious how your tiny little fingers are kinda just like , SWALLOWED by his hands . he thinks it’s so cute. if your hands are bigger/ the same size - it just makes him feel like a little kid to be holding a couple of ur fingers . bonus points if u run ur free thumb over his knuckles , he’s internally dying

•IS SO GOOD WITH KIDS AAA

if you have little kids in ur family they adore tsumu bcus he knows just how to entertain them lol. if he randomly gets tagged while theyre playing tag you best believe he’s SPRINTING. if they’re playing sally in the saucer , he WILL be sally and he absolutely will cheat and choose whoever he wants to be sally. secretly likes playing with nerf guns and is rly dramatic if he gets shot😔 he’ll fall on the floor and hold his ‘wound’ and choke out “ tell ,,, tell my yn,,,,, that i love them,,,,” “uncle tsumu it was a foam bullet🧍🏽” “shhhh hush yer trap” LMAOO he’s rly good with kids . also is amazing at calming down babies when they cry, like he’ll cradle them and make the most stupid noises, nuzzle them and all of a sudden they’re the happiest child alive.

≈kuroo tetsurou

•quips back at sarcasm

if there is no banter, tetsu doesn’t want it. keep ur relationship ✊😔. he literally adores the attitude, if he’s bullying you and you bully him back he’s already SMITTEN CUS WDYM ‘ you would be short too, if you weren’t made up of 90% bed head’ ?? WDYM BRUH THATS SO???🤭 if you tell him to stfu he’ll start giggling he’s literally insane. tetsu cannot help the goofy grin on his face when you don’t even hesitate to hand his attitude right back to him 10x worse, because it feels like you’re just his best friend having fun with him. it also shows him that y’all are similar and can relate to eachother, he rly eats it up. he’ll start pulling out scientific facts to cover up that he’s losing lmao💀

•knows you like the back of his hand

kuroo can read u like an open book, u can hide NOTHING from him. if ur upset he knows , if ur sad he knows, he knows when ur lying. you often times don’t even need to tell him if ur feeling uncomfortable or sad bcus he can just tell and will do anything to fix it. he understands ppl really well without them having to say much, he’s very perceptive. you being his partner means that he can do a lot more than just tell when you need some comfort- but he also knows exactly what you need to hear. so if ur upset, and if you’re comfortable, he’ll settle you down and ask what’s up. he’ll listen, comfort you and then tackle the problem. he is also ready to throw hands if someone’s upset you

•is a lovesick idiot with zero shame

when kuroo likes you, he likes you💀 the whole world, their mothers, their fathers and their sisters know about it , because of the way he acts around you. his face will contort into a sappy grin accompanied by dreamy eyes whenever you’re in the room, he’s always a lot more bright when you’re around, and suddenly when you’re around, everything is funny. even in a room of people he knows, you still get his undivided attention even if you aren’t speaking. everyone knows just how much he cares for you, and the best part is that he doesn’t even express anything verbally, it’s his actions that showcase the pit of admiration he holds for you deep in his heart . kenma’s heard everything about you atp, his grandma is SICK of hearing “ today yn and i-,” ,” nana you wont believe what happened with yn today-!” ,” nana, yn said i looked handsome today, can you believe it?”,” yn laughed at a joke i made today, they’re so smart, it was literally a college level chemistry joke and- HEY DONT ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME NANA”she’s EXHAUSTED 💀

≈sakusa kiyoomi

•pulls his mask down real quick to kiss you

as much as kiyoomi is stoic, it’s just because he isn’t super comfortable around a lot of people and he HATES anything socialising. it makes him feel icky, like everyone is watching him and it’s just too foreign. seeing you in a crowd makes it a lot easier for him, because he’s made you aware of his boundaries and discomforts, and you respect them as well as protect them. he values it a lot when people don’t see him as weird but rather particular. it’s honestly more of a comfort to him to be near you in public, but he would absolutely never say that. he’ll spot you, walk up to your group, put a firm hand on the other side of your head and pull his mask down☹️places a little peck on your forehead, muttering ,” hey , you” and then pulling it up again. you smile at your friends and take him aside - he swears you’re an angel for not making him talk to your friends. it’s a little gesture, but truthfully that’s what being with omi is. little gestures full of care, tenderness and understanding </33

•gets excited about small things

okay nOW listen to me . it isnt just any small thing . if the flower he planted sprouts a rose, you’ll hear a shout of ‘ YN, COME OUTSIDE RN’ coming from the yard and you SPRINT BCUS OMI RAISING HIS VOICE?????? but when you get there and you’re HUFFING, PUFFING , BLOWING THE HOUSE DOWN . his eyes are wide and he’s holding his phone up saying ,” yn, look. my roses are blooming,” he says in a tone that’s seemingly floating between excitement and wonder. your posture relaxes, seeing your 6’3 scary dog boyfriend fawn over his yellow roses just warms your heart </33 when you guys get a new cat together ( he is a cat person argue w the wall) he feels a part of him explode when the cat rubs it’s head all over him. he KNEELS to the floor of the adoption centre and holds the kitty’s head in his hands, stroking the little flat area in front of it’s little ears. he glances as you, eyes smile as he’s smiling behind his mask. ☹️☹️☹️END ME.

•picks up on small things

omi is observant as hell , so even when you guys are just friends he picks up on tiny things u do. when u make a weird face when u touch a weird texture or the way u try so desperately to end a convo with someone you ‘ like ’ he absolutely knows what’s going and he’s like “ huh, didn’t know they didn’t actually like that person” but doesn’t say shit. next time that person is around he magically remembers he needs new wet wipes for his gym bag and funny enough it’s on the OTHER SIDE OF THE MALL😔🤞🏻 oh you don’t like the yellow lemony candy in the bag?? that’s weird, funny how it’s all of a sudden omi’s fav one and now he’s eating it all from the bag so u don’t have to. ( he puts in his wedding vows that he actually hates them too but he did it cus he ‘ unfortunately is inlove with you’ , lmao)

raine’s thots ୨♡୧;;

the rose thing was inspired by my mother, she’s a cutie):also maybe one day i’ll proof read this,,, 🤭who knaaaurrrss n e ways this was fun, byebye <33

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Boku No Hero Academia Masterlist ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Pro-Heros ➸ ♡

Students ➸ ♡

Villains ➸ ♡

Dabi ➸ ♡ (He has his own because it’s way to long)

Yandere Familes ➸ ♡ 

Between Feathers and Fire ➸ ♡ (Series)

— the one where jungkook will always protect you, even from the fictional.

↳ alternatively horror movies may scare you, but you have a jungkook-shaped anchor to cling to

↳ established relationship / fluff & humour

↳ wc: 300ish

↳ warnings: swearing / gn!reader / jk is best bf & reader is scared of horror movies lmao / also hi welcome (back?) to my blog bbs it’s rory again 😭 <3

“oh my god. ooooh my god.” you whine, a stream of curses falling from your lips. “no, don’t fucking — fuck! why would they split up? noo, she’s going to — oh shit!” you yelp, and bury your face into your nearest source of warmth; straight into jungkook’s chest, which is reverberating with amused chuckles as he watches you wriggle in fear.

“aw, baby,” he pouts pityingly, bring his arms up to give you a comforting squeeze. “don’t be scared!”

“i hate horror movies. i hate you for picking a horror movie!” you whine, peeking one eye towards the screen and immediately closing it again. “oh, fuck me, that’s disgusting!”

“it’s not real,” he giggles, biting your ear playfully when you don’t look up. he rubs his hands up and down your arms soothingly. “besides, i’m always here to protect you, right? you can hold on to me.”

you pull back and look at him suspiciously. “that’s why you picked this movie? you knew i’d jump into your arms like this, didn’t you?”

the guiltily proud smirk on his face tells you everything.

“oh, you asshole!” you cry, but you’re laughing, head-butting his chest playfully. “you’re so mean!”

he begins to laugh along with you helplessly. “no — no, listen! — i’ve wanted to watch this for ages!” he tries to defend himself, and you shake your head at him.

“the jury declares you guilty!” you frown at him, hands on your hips.

“oh? and what’s my sentence, your honour?” he smiles cheekily, the movie long-forgotten in the background as he licks his lips in anticipation.

“kisses. at least seventy.”

“only seventy?”

“seventy a day,” you correct yourself.

he glances at the clock. “well, it’s 11:43pm, so — ” he pulls you into his lap “— i’d better get my seventy in before it hits midnight, hm?”

hello yes it is @/taegisms yes i am back LMAO i don’t know why i continue to do this but here i am hello enjoy 🫶 masterlist + other stuff coming soon

sorry but quickly megumi knows girls find his dad attractive, including girls his age. so when he brings you to his childhood home just to pick something up and then leave, he is trying to make you not meet his dad.

but of course his dad strolls out in just a pair of basketball shorts, holding a steaming hot mug of tea wearing these ugly neon green flip flops.

megumi’s looking for something in his room and you’re awkwardly standing at the open door trying your hardest not to stare at his fathers very bare, toned scarred chest.

his father settles you with a frown, one that makes you shrink a little. he then takes a sip of the drink you know is burning hot. he doesn’t wince. standing still as he scratches through his dark hair. the same colour as your boyfriends.

“you’re my boy’s new girl?”

you give a quick skittish nod, eyes almost watering on how hard you’re trying not to check the man out. he’s half naked in-front of you! everyone would look but you have some respect.

then your boyfriend comes out, a couple inches shorter than his father. “don’t say new like i come around with a new girl every week.” he snaps, grabbing keys from a pot as his father turns back to look at him.

“i’ve never seen this one before though.”

“you’ve never seen any of them before!”

you almost want to grin at how easily agitated megumi gets. taking this moment to quickly glance at his fathers bare chest while theyre both distracted but as soon as you look up, said man is already staring at you. his slight smirk and raised eyebrow tells you all you need to know. your face burns.

“c’mon babe. bye dad.”

with that, megumi grabs your hand, slamming the door behind him. you don’t know where to start but you feel you should say something.

“‘gumi your dads kinda—,”

“yn don’t.”

you take in his clenched jaw and firm grip on your hand, “what? he kinda looks like you, that’s all.”

megumi blinks, “oh. i thought you were gonna say he’s attractive or something.”

you don’t lie to your boyfriend. you never have. so you just keep walking, rolling your lips in.

megumi glares at you, “for fucks sake babe.”

“i didn’t say it! you did!”

best friends brother!touya who has had his eye on you longer than you realize

cw/tw: reader is in college, reader is 18 and touya is 19, one mention of touya smoking, fluffy fluffy fluffy

wc: 2.3k

a/n: this is part two of my bfb!touya au. part one can be found here.

if there was one thing that had always prevented your crush on touya from being a total cliche, it was the fact that you had a good relationship. you were never reduced to being just his baby sister's equally babyish friend, there to ignore or treat like a nuisance. whether he really knew it or not, touya was your friend, too; and you were his.

it’d be inaccurate, however, to describe your current predicament as a “friends” quarrel. it might even be inaccurate to call something so one-sided a quarrel at all. all you know for sure is that touya’s been giving you the silent treatment for far too long, and you’re going to do something about it.

after weeks of avoiding you and his own house, he’s forced to reappear for shouto’s birthday (although you think rei repeatedly asking him if fuyumi is now her oldest child during their daily phone calls should also be credited). it’s meant to be a small celebration between the family that they all insist you’re a part of. shouto has plans to spend the rest of the evening with his new school friends.

“you still friends with the little shit that looks like he bites, shou?” touya asks while rummaging through the kitchen drawer for candles, unbothered by rei’s soft swat on the back of his head and hissing of his name. it’s the second one he’s received from her since he’s arrived, the first having been provoked by a new tattoo taking up a large portion of the side of his neck (needless to say, it made you feel a bit delusional for thinking you were entirely to blame for his lack of visits).

despite his crappy description, shouto understands enough to mumble an “mhm”.

“what about the one with the freckles? he’s a good kid. i’d keep him around if i were you.”

“thank god we have such an upstanding citizen for a brother,” natsuo teases, large enough to ruffle his big brothers white head of hair while he’s still sat. “share some more of your wis— get off of me!”

touya’s interest has shifted to putting natsuo in a headlock, wrestling him to the ground in a competition he’s bound to lose, if their past scuffles have anything to say about it. the box falls from his hold, spilling dozens of multicolored candles all over the kitchen floor. the sounds of the sticks crunching and breaking under shoes puts a halt to their little match.

touya pulls away, unaware that you’re already crouched under the table trying to recover the salvageable candles yourself. it’s his hand landing on top of your smaller ones that alerts him, eyes shooting up to meet yours like a deer caught in headlights. the constrictions of the tight space causes you to nearly knock face first into one another. despite the proximity, you’re suddenly reminded that you’re not nearly as close as you were weeks ago, when your tongues were down each others throats.

it takes all your willpower not to squeal from embarrassment as you squirm your way out from underneath the table, body running dangerously hot. it’s ironic, you think, that you’re the first to back away after begging for a chance to be near him again all this time; but more so the fact that touya is the one left with a sad, longing expression on his face when he stands.

light snow is falling by the time shouto’s celebration comes to an end, accompanied by bitter cold weather. kind of depressing, but touya figures that’s just how his oddball little brother would like it. it’s only four thirty in the afternoon, but the lamps lined along the pathway in front of the todoroki household are already on. his black down jacket is zipped all the way to his nose, hood struggling against the unruliness of his hair. the crunching of the snow underneath his boots brings him a nice calm — ruined by the sound of your warm voice.

normally, your shouts of his name were more than welcome. but given the circumstances, he can’t help but feel a sense of impending doom. he turns on his heel to see you running down the yard without a care in the world, and fights the urge to yell at you to be careful (though the thought of you slipping and landing on your butt is kind of endearing too). by the time you reach him, you’re out of breath. it comes as no surprise to the creep who’d spectated you in the past during your high school sports festivals.

“touya,” you pant, hand on his shoulder. “walk me home, will you?”

you’re cruel. it’s a request he can’t say no to; you might as well have put a gun to his head. there’s a sadistic, pleased little grin on your face as you start waddling alongside him. touya figures it shouldn’t be too difficult taking you home without sparing a word; you only live about ten minutes away. what’s ten more minutes after weeks of keeping this up?

he fails to take into account that having you this close strips him of all immunity to your charm, especially when you look this adorable. you look well prepared for an expedition to the antarctic, in your oversized puffer jacket, winter mittens, gloves and scarf. all the bundles practically swallow you whole, only leaving your cute little face exposed.

there’s students roaming the streets, probably heading home from their after school clubs. you’re people watching; touya knows you’ve always had a knack for that. he quickly averts the side gaze he’s had on you when he notices your head turning up towards him.

“did you ever realize how popular you were in high school?” there’s a hint of nostalgia in your voice.

you receive a shrug in response. “not really.”

“everyone in my year was in love with you,” you chuckle into your scarf.

touya’s eyebrow quirks up. everyone? even you? he wills himself not to say. your new boyfriend probably wouldn’t like that.

but your power over him must have upgraded to telepathy, because you proceed to answer his question. “even i was a victim to the touya disease, you know.”

“oh yeah?” even if he can’t steady his heart rate, he’ll maintain his cool.

“oh yeah. i think everyone would agree it was hard crushing on someone who didn’t even know they existed.”

touya digs his face deeper into his jacket, hands curled tighter in his pockets.

“right.”

touya’s ears pick up on your voice before he actually sees you for the first time. just standing in the school library is enough to send shivers down his edgy spine, but he’s willing to make the sacrifice to wait around for his buddy, who’s been forced into tutoring sessions. he’s made himself busy scanning through the aisles for books that pique his interest, a safe distance from the tables where you and his friend had agreed to meet up.

“hey, that’s alright! even i struggled learning this at first. you’ll get the hang of it in no time. i believe in you.”

touya snorts. he can imagine his friend currently trying to dig his fingers into his eyeballs. but even funnier is the sweet voice you're using and your gentle words of encouragement. most people fearfully trip over their own feet and fumble their words at the mere sight of his group of friends: yet you’re treating the scariest looking one of the group like a grade schooler learning his times tables.

touya had promised to make himself invisible while waiting around; his friend was already humiliated by just the prospect of needing tutoring. but his curiosity always came out victorious, and he’s soon peeking from behind the shelves just to catch a tiny glimpse of you.

your pretty face matches your voice.

the next time touya catches a glimpse of you, your back is turned to him. he’s performing his regular routine of sneaking out of his p.e. class in order to head to the bathroom for a smoke. you’re walking down the halls with your headphones in, completely oblivious to the presence behind you, and through the silence he can faintly hear the instrumental of whatever it is you’re listening to. he knows it’s a shitty thing to make judgements about someone he’s never even had a conversation with, but he can’t help but think whatever you’re listening to is far different from what he’d expect someone as soft as you to listen to. he’s able to make out the sounds of heavy drums and electric guitar riffs. it’s as if you lived to surprise him, he thinks, when you start whispering the lyrics to the song; one that’s been on nearly all of his playlists.

touya thinks the universe is trying to get him arrested when he finds himself coincidentally trailing behind you on the way home a week later. he also thinks you should have more concern for your safety, seeing as you could’ve had a full fledged stalker at this point and had no idea. five minutes into your journey home, he watches as you come to a stop under a lamp post, and reach into your backpack. maybe you’re finally taking out pepper spray, or a pocket knife, touya guesses (and secretly hopes). instead, you pull out a can of food, kneeling down and placing it in front of a nearby bush. there’s a rustling and the sound of a meow before a stray ball of fluff comes running out, circling and rubbing his head against you in familiarity before indulging in your offering. as he watches you coo and gently scratch around the cats ears, touya comes to a conclusion: he has a fat crush on you.

for the next year, touya’s attempts at doing anything about his crush on you don’t surpass staring at you from afar for no more than three seconds at a time; and that was just fine for him. leave it to his little siblings to screw it all up. granted, the last of his siblings he would have expected to act as the agent of chaos was fuyumi. the day touya came home to find you sitting at his kitchen table and giggling with his little sister, touya knew he was well beyond fucked.

there’s a tug on the sleeve of your jacket that forces you to stop in your tracks. the snow that’s now been disguised by the complete darkness of the evening is reilluminated by the light radiating from the lamp post above you.

“i’ll cut the bullshit. i like you. a lot,” touya declares, blinking away the snowflakes that make his eyelashes look impossibly prettier. “hearing that you had a boyfriend fucking sucked, and i had this petty, stupid idea to bring some girl over. i don’t know what exactly i was trying to accomplish.”

you’d had a whole speech planned and written in your heart for the boy looking down at you; you figure you should also correct his faulty assumption, but his confession leaves you tongue tied.

“but then you had this sad look on your face the whole time and that’s all i could think about for the next day. kissing you was a dick move, i know but….” he sighs, looking up at the night sky as if it might throw him a bone. “but you kissed me back. and i don’t want to be like… your side bitch, or something.”

you’re able to read genuine hurt in touya’s eyes, but his claim and it’s wording throws you into a fit of giggles. even as you’re laughing at his misery, touya can’t help but have goo-goo eyes for you.

“i’m serious! i went back to my room with a sad boner, you know! and it’s honestly blasphemous for you of all people to two time your poor boyfriend. i thought you were supposed to be a saint!”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. it’s just— you’re so stupid,” you wheeze.

it’s difficult for touya to take the fact that you just called him stupid to heart as you unsuccessfully attempt to wipe your tears away with your mittens on; so he does it for you. you give a soft smile of gratitude in return, a glint in your eyes. you take off your gloves so that you’re able to pull down the zipper covering his face. and despite his declaration that he didn’t want to be your “side bitch”, touya doesn’t stop you when you get on your tippy toes and loop your arms around his torso to plant a soft kiss on his lips; nor does he complain when it lands on his cupids bow instead. the softness of it all only makes him blush even harder, an effect he hopes is you’ll blame on the cold weather.

you don’t.

your chin is propped on his chest as you look up at him with a goofy smile. “i’m not dating that guy. i was peer pressured by fuyumi into going on one date, but nothing came out of it. you’d know that if you hadn’t stormed out of the room like a big baby. i kissed you back because i have feelings for you, dummy.”

with wide eyes, touya lets out a breathy laugh, before pulling his hands out of his pockets to grab your face and crash his lips into yours, hard and needy. you’re lips are locked for what feels like far too little a time before he pulls away.

“if i were you i probably wouldn’t want to date such an idiot after all this but…. will you? date me?”

“i’d love nothing more than to date this idiot.”

touya’s going to have to tell you later how you got together in the same spot he fell for you; but his first order of business is to take you back to his place and make up for lost time.

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tattoo artist!touya who also happens to be the most loyal, lovesick boyfriend in the world — and he’s all yours. he can’t turn away admirers who request him as their artist (no matter how obvious they are) because at the end of the day, a bag is a bag. a man has to eat, but most importantly he has to be able to treat the love of his life! and a lot of people are willing to cough up a pretty penny to be tattooed by him. even if his art style wasn’t originally what a customer had in mind while booking an appointment, one look at his pretty face has them reconsidering.

tattoo artist!touya has had a curious number of customers try to show him their bare tits while getting certain upper body tattoos. he’s heard the same old tale about how they really don’t mind, that it’ll be much easier for him to work on them like that. and in some circumstances the latter might be true, but he’s still gonna manage to find some impossible way around it because he’s TAKEN and already has his favorite pair of tits waiting for him at home.

tattoo artist!touya likes to call you throughout the day while he’s working and put you on speaker. it’s the most heartbreaking yet heartwarming thing for customers, hearing this scary goth hot piece of ass talking so sweetly over the phone. they can’t help but think the person he’s talking to won the lottery with him. some get to put a face to your voice when you stop by to drop off some lunch for him. you always wrap your arms around his neck as you take a look at whatever he’s working on and gush over how nice it’s coming out, not caring that there’s a 90% chance that that customer has the hots for your boyfriend. bc he’s never given you a reason to feel jealous! he always replies with a “thank you baby” and a kiss on the cheek.

i fiend for tattoo artist!touya.

Put It Out | JJK

just a quick little something to put our minds at ease about that stupid candle. @minttangerines asked and I...I don't know, honestly. Here we are. I'm tired. Enjoy. Thank you beautiful @mikrokcsmos for the edits and being wonderful. 💜💜 also gonna tag @pamzn @minisugakoobies and @sugakookitty bc i can. hi i love you all.

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jjk x reader | fluff/stupiness | 1863 words | pg15 but really 13 but really who cares | Jungkook better put that shit out before his house goes down in flames.

“I’m gonna go live, jagi.”

“It’s two in the morning, Koo. Let army sleep.” You turn over in bed to see your boyfriend throwing a shirt on and fixing his hair in the bathroom mirror before turning back to you with a pout. 

The dumb pout that wins every argument. You hate it and love it. 

“I’m sure some of them are awake! I’ll make it a chill live. Put the galaxy light on and get a candle. They can fall asleep to it.” 

“Like any of them can fall asleep to you singing to them.” You mumble under your breath, getting up and grabbing your phone and a charger. “Let me grab something to drink and a snack first.”

“You’re gonna watch?” Dumb bunny smiles with the cute crinkles around his eyes. You want to kiss him stupid but you’re too tired. 

“Someone has to make sure you don’t do anything dumb.” You quip, quickly pecking his lips with yours as you make your way to the kitchen, grabbing supplies. You hear his feet following you and smile. 

“I don’t do anything stupid!”

“Unholy. Body roll. While not stupid, I'm pretty sure a good handful of people had heart attacks that night.” You grab your laptop off the dining room table, “Boxing. Moaning and groaning while on the floor and out of sight. Stupid only because you were out of sight and that led people to have ideas about things that only I get to experience.” 

“I wasn’t—”

“Yes you were. But it’s fine. I accept that you’re a flirty hoe, it’s who you are baby. Embrace it. Have fun. I’ll be in the room waiting for you to come back to bed.” You take a quick inventory of the room, making sure he moved anything of yours out of view when you spot the candle.

“Why the candle, though?” 

“To lighten it up in here…and it smells nice.”

“Baby, you have a ring light.” 

“Ring light doesn’t smell nice.”

You groan in defeat, shaking your head and walking past him, back to the room, “blow it out when you’re done!”

“Kay!” 

You settle back in bed, charger plugged in and a pillow acting as a laptop stand while you snack on whatever it was you blindly grabbed. You hear the music starting before you get the notification about him going live on Weverse pops up. You pop in your AirPods and get ready for a long night. 

You scroll through tumblr and Twitter as he finally appears on the screen, quietly giggling at everyone freaking out over specific songs and him and his hair. You can’t blame them, though. His hair still makes you giddy when you see it. 

A few songs in and you realize quickly what playlist he’s going through. The playlist you created together, tossing random shit that either reminded you of one another, was just a fucking vibe, or was just something you personally wanted him to sing because you knew he could. 

One of the very few perks of dating him that you participate in. 

But he’s doing that thing, that thing you hate. You do it, too. You’re not afraid to admit it. But it’s worse when he does it because he’s singing at the same time. 

He gets a little more than half way through a song, either reaching the second chorus or even the bridge, and then just skips to the next song. But not just the song right after, no. The man skips and skips and skips and skips, letting you hear a second of each song and getting excited before he skips to another one, repeating the process. It drives you mad.

Thankfully, it drives army mad as well, so at least you have that to validate your annoyance. 

You accidentally laugh out loud when he starts singing along with Leave The Door Open and you pray no one had heard it, watching the chat to see if anyone says anything. Thankfully, no one heard a thing and you relax, but only a little because he’s got the damn candle in his hand and he’s moving the melted wax around and you have to bite your tongue to suppress yourself from laughing again when the flame goes out. 

“Serves you right.” You mutter. 

He continues on with this “chill night” of blasting his music, getting more drinks, watching Hoseok’s new music video twice without saying a word, accidentally swearing while singing a Charlie Puth song, and unabashedly flirting with army again. 

You watch his mood start to dip when he gets to some slower songs, one that you put in when you were feeling insecure about your relationship with him. 

He looks exhausted as he talks about the current situation he’d been forced into with ‘fans’ not respecting his privacy and treating him like he’s not human and your heart cracks for him. Part of you wants to run out there, turn off the live and hug him. The other part knows he needs to get it off his chest. Even if he’s tipsy, it’s something that needs to be discussed. You can comfort him after. 

But of course, never one to let the mood be sad for too long, he switches to a fun more upbeat song and says he needs to go to the bathroom.

A few seconds later, he’s opening the door to your bedroom and leaning over your little set up and grabbing your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. 

“I love you” the words fall off his lips quietly and you repeat them back without hesitation, smiling when he gives a shorter kiss before bolting to the bathroom. He comes back out, stealing some of your snacks and snickering at your reaction, throwing up a finger heart as he leaves the room. 

He seems to have woken up a little bit, but not by much from the way he keeps laying back on the couch for a minute or two at a time. 

“I swear if you fall asleep on camera…” you whisper at the screen, glaring at the slow rise and fall of his chest. 

“I'm not going to sleep.” He groans, trying to wake himself up, “if I’m gonna sleep, I’ll tell you and get off but I don’t feel like sleeping right now, okay?” He’s whining which you know perfectly well he’s about to fall asleep. He turns into a toddler, confused and upset that his body would betray him like this. 

Not even five minutes later he’s picking up the candle again, placing it in front of the camera for aesthetic reasons, you’re sure. 

“I’m gonna rest a bit. Just a few minutes. Promise.” He disappears out of sight and you’re sure he’s laying down. 

Aw, fuck. He’s gonna sleep on camera.

You wait five minutes and then you hear it, clear as day in your AirPods, the sound of his snoring. It’s so light, but so very obvious your boyfriend has fallen asleep on camera and millions of people are now watching him. Although, not really watching him, because he’s off camera. But it’s close enough! 

You quickly send a text to Taehyung, praying he’s still awake. 

Y/n: Koo fell asleep on camera. What do I do?

Tae: you have to end it or I’ll see if any of the team can…did he really fall asleep? 

Y/n: yes! And he has a stupid candle burning still right next to his phone. I can’t go out there until it’s over. 

Tae: oh my god he’s going to get so much shit for this from us, that’s amazing. 

Tae: I’ll call and see if anyone can turn it off, but I doubt it since it’s four in the morning. Try to do it in the meantime. 

You groan, tossing your phone to the side and looking back at your laptop. He’s still asleep. And that candle is still burning. The chat is yelling about it, tumblr and Twitter are both freaking out about it. 

Fuck. You’re gonna have to do something about it. You take out the AirPods, getting back out of bed and throwing one of his sweaters on as well as his sweatpants. 

You quietly and slowly open the door, thankful the door can’t be seen from that angle on the stream, and slowly drop to the floor. 

Time to mission impossible this shit. 

Using the sweater and pants, you’re able to softly glide on the floor that you’re very thankful was cleaned earlier today and Bam wasn’t here to ruin. You make your way behind the couch until you’re on the opposite side of his phone. He’s just off to the side, very clearly out of sight and you sneak up on the floor next to the couch, keeping yourself hidden. 

“Baby?” You whisper it as quietly as you possibly can manage, but he doesn’t respond except with a soft whimper of a snore. He’s too adorable.

The sound of the tv going into sleep mode makes you jump. 

You can’t wake him up without either making noise or him saying your name when he wakes. So you sneak away from him again, creeping directly behind his phone and reaching around, trying to keep your finger out of sight as you tap where you're sure the end live button is located. You stay sitting behind the camera, grabbing your phone and checking if the live is off, and thank god it is. 

You stand up, blowing out the candle and taking it to the kitchen to set it somewhere safe. You turn off the galaxy light and make your way back to your tired and dumb boyfriend, crawling on top of him. 

“Jungkoooookie. Baby. Wake up, dumb dumb.” 

He groans in annoyance, and as suspected, the first thing he says is your name.  

“Y/n? I’m live right now. You can’t be out here.” He whines, but his hands find their home on your thighs, squeezing softly. 

“I ended it, you goober. You fell asleep on camera. Snoring and everything.” You grin, cradling his face in one hand and kissing his nose. “Come on, let’s get you to a real bed.” 

“Here’s good.” He says, pulling you down to him and flipping you both on your sides. 

“Nuh-uh. To the bed, mister. You’ll thank me in the morning.” You reach out, patting his butt and laughing when he bucks his hips once towards yours. “Not that either. Let’s go.” 

You climb out of his grip, pulling him off the couch and grabbing his phone, leading him to the bedroom. You quickly remove your stuff and he quite literally flips over onto the bed while you plug his phone into your charger. 

You have to maneuver him to get under the blankets, doing so yourself when he’s finally in bed, getting comfortable when a giant tattooed arm reaches around your waist, dragging you to have your back against his chest.

“Goodnight, jagi.” A small kiss on your temple. 

“Goodnight, dumb boy.” Your free hand wraps around the hand on your waist and you both fall asleep. 

He’s gonna be in so much trouble when he wakes up.

Booga Booga I'm tired

bf!suna who has an album of you filled with pics and the often stupid videos he takes when he’s feeling silly with you.

bf!suna who has a video of him standing behind you whilst you’re reading a book on the couch and his hand is in the video, faking a jerking off motion to you til you notice and then he releases his hand like he just finished.

bf!suna who has a video of you sleeping where your shirt has ridden up that your boobs are so close, if you stir in your sleep again they’ll, for sure, pop out. and in the video is another stupid clip of his hand, shaking madly while he gently (and reluctantly) pulls your shirt down, hand still shaking like it’s the hardest thing to do.

bf!suna who has another video of you sleeping and he’s just poking your cheeks softly, occasionally pinching them as well.

bf!suna who has a video of him creeping up behind you while you’re doing the dishes and he proceeds to cup your ass while bouncing it in his hand “hey everyone, back with another, this time featuring my girlfriends ass—with a review!” You obviously proceeded to wet him with the dirty sink water (he’s done this before, many, many times.)

bf!suna who has a video of you drunk and crying to the ending of coco while clinging to his side. his lips are pursed together while he’s giving you the nastiest yet nonchalant side eye, nodding once and a while to your complains, “this boys family is a menace Rin! Can you believe that?”

bf!suna who has a video of you squashed to his chest because your shirt is off out of annoyance to the heat of summer. You were bathing in the new chill of having no shirt that you didn’t notice he’s taking a video of him cheering silently while your side boob and his side of his chest are in view, mf is cheering like a teenage boy.

bf!suna who has a video of him randomly coming up to you and pressing your foreheads together while he opens his mouth wide in a funny way. You’re grimacing and he’s just in a silly mood to mess with you.

bf!suna who has a video of you walking from the water in your bathing suit, it flips back to him who falsely claims he’s been shot through his actions, “I’ve been shot by sexiness, someone help me,” it cuts after he pretends he’s dead on the sun-chair.

bf!suna who has a video of him after he’s done being your professional photographer. He pretends he’s taking more, going around you while you laugh, “look here, baby, yes! perfect! one more ms. Suna! Give me fierce!” Completely doesn’t care about the public walking past.

bf!suna who has a video of him pretending to be a YouTuber again. He has a cute headband on and a pink face mask on along with you who is busy doing a lip mask,

“hey everybody, welcome back! Today I am venturing into a women’s skin care,” you punched him in the chest playfully, “excuse you, i’m not just a women, thank you very much,”

he chuckled, “right, everyone, this is my beautiful, sexy, caring, and perfect girlfriend #soon-to-be-wife.” (he whispered that to the camera, hoping the songs playing on your speaker was loud enough.)

And finally, bf!suna who has a video of you crying while laughing after he just proposed, your quite literally balling and this mf is just smiling while cradling you to his side, “#not so soon-to-be-wife anymore!”

bf!suna who just loves those videos so much (and taking more) that he hopes his storage doesn’t run out soon because he’s on his last storage plan.

I am not immune to dilf, philosophy Professor Geto Suguru (40s), sitting behind his desk with tiny clear glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. A white shirt that exposes the hours he puts in at the gym, a navy blue tie creates contrast on his chest with black formal pants. His hair is tied back in a perfect bun and a couple of unruly gray hairs sometimes escape from the silky jet black.

Reading and explaining about Aristotle or the allegory of the cave. Inebriating you with the manly scent of his perfume every time he approaches your seat to ask if you haven't understood something, only to then give you a half smile highlighting one of the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth.

can you please do a piece where Gojo from the past ...maybe the second year gojo travels to the future and like...he see's you and you're like married. He used to have a crush on you in high school and now your married hes like :/. until he finds out he is your husband...??? pllss??

In a few years

cover by @blvckryx

Paring: Gojo (17 and 28yo) x reader

words: 2,5k

warning: a little perverted Gojo

"W-What's going on?!"

The white-haired boy looked around. He woke up in a completely different place from where he fell asleep. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know how he got there.

The sun was setting. He was lying on the grass by the river.

Next to the sidewalk.

If it was supposed to be a stupid joke, it wasn't funny.

Was he anywhere near school at all?

He sat on the grass and looked at his hands. He was looking at him. Judging if he's okay. After all, he was lying on the grass, and he didn't even know how he got there.

Maybe he got drunk and didn't remember?

After all, when he tasted alcohol once, he didn't want to put it in his mouth. It's not tasty. Besides, he didn't have a hangover, so if he got drunk, he'd remember it. And he just sat there, knowing what he'd been doing before, remembering that he'd walked into the warehouse with the cursed weapon and found the pocket watch.

He looked there once, and clicked a button.

The watch had previously measured 11 seconds. And then he turned off the stopwatch and tossed the item, thinking it was just junk on the shelf. Maybe someone left it there and forgot to take it? After all, this watch wasn't cursed at all. No one has placed a curse on it that can make it useful.

It was just an ordinary watch.

He pulled his phone out of his uniform pocket, looking at the date and time.

The date on his phone was May 12, 2007. But as he stared at the small screen for a while, he noticed that the time had not changed at all for several minutes.. He had no range at all. He closed the phone and then opened it again. The hour remained the same.

And he also couldn't make any calls because he had no reception at all. Literally as if the operator of the network he had on the phone was gone.

He stood up, brushing the grass and dirt off his clothes, and held out his long hand with the phone in the air. Hoping to catch at least one line.

Nothing of that. There was no range.

Snorting softly, he put the phone back in his pocket, but then checked the date again.

Just then, he heard laughter in his direction.

"This is not the time of such phones, Grandpa!" one teenager laughed.

He was probably even younger than Him.

And he was 17!

A little kid won't laugh at him!

"Look at your shit! You don't know how much that phone cost me!" He shouted.

After all, his phone was expensive. It was one of the best.

Wait... It's not the time of such phones? What does it mean?

Suddenly he saw them walking on, and pulling other phones out of their pockets. Flat, no buttons.

"What's going on...?" He muttered watching one of them talking on the device and the other playing as if it were a console.

Stowing away his phone, he stepped onto the sidewalk, looking around.

He walked a kilometer along the river until he came to a road on which there were quite a lot of cars.

He saw the inscription on the signs: Tokyo. So he was still in town. Only in the suburbs?

It was definitely not the main Tokyo. It was very big.

And even though the buildings here were big and tall, it wasn't in the middle of the nation's capital.

A lot of things here were different from what he had seen before... Even though he traveled around Japan a lot on missions or during vacations.

It was different.

But one thing has not changed. Even the suburbs of Tokyo are big cities.

That's why he went ahead.

He stopped at a window with a small screen. And then he widened his eyes and wondered why on the screen is May 12, 2018...

It was strange and impossible... Then why...?

He started walking forward, looking around.

He wasn't paying attention, so he hit one person with his shoulder.

He turned sideways and apologized quickly. Before he went on.

You looked at the boy who walked away. At least he apologized for hitting you with his shoulder. However, he seemed familiar to you...

All you saw was white hair and the color of the clothes you knew.

However, there are many people who wear this color of clothes. And also people with white hair.

For example, your friend.

Even though this boy looked a bit alike, you couldn't see his face. And it can't be him.

You went further. Wanting to spend nice moments with your friends.

But when Gojo walked a few meters further, he suddenly stopped. Eyes wide, he turned to look at the woman he bumped into.

"This... (y/n)?" He grunted looking at the back of your head.

He would always know your eyes. Your face. You were the girl he couldn't stop thinking about.

When he saw you enter a nearby store, he followed you.

And, sitting at a table in a small restaurant, he held the menu in front of his face so that you wouldn't recognize him.

He started listening to your conversation.

You talked about what to eat.

And before you were done talking about it, he took a good look at the women you were there with.

"Wait... Shoko?" He muttered looking at the long-haired woman with a mole. Next to her was a woman with a scar he recognized from her eyes and hair, and also a white-haired one. "Utahime and Mei Mei?"

Suddenly a young waitress approached him, asking if he wanted to order something.

He looked at her, and she at him. And in that moment her eyes almost sparkled when she saw his face.

Whenever she spoke to Him, he tried to blow her off. He was busy now. He didn't have time to listen and watch some waitress fall in love with him at first sight.

He could barely believe he was transported into the future.

And now he's supposed to believe there's a wedding ring on your finger?

He timed it with watch: 11 seconds. . That's why he moved 11 years into the future.

And after 11 hours spent in another year, he'll be back.

And so far it's been four hours... Well, Most probably.

He wandered around the city until finally he found you.

And now he was staring at the shiny ring on your finger.

He liked you since he can remember.

And when he now saw the calendar with the year number 2018, he couldn't believe it.

Could he ever get married?

You've always been nice to him. you were friends.

You were close. However, you were not his girlfriend.

Well, he liked you. For everything you are. But you never showed him the same things he showed you.

Even if he sometimes tried to win your favor. It wasn't the same.

So you must have married someone you liked.

Sure, he was happy for you. But he was terribly jealous. Who could you marry?!

If it was Nanami, he's really going to go up to him and beat him up. If it was Geto, he'll be depressed that you preferred his best friend over him.

It was a sad feeling for him as well as an angry feeling. This view of you with this ring. It was painful for him.

He probably would never have dared ask you to marry him... It had to be someone else...

Because you're the only one who ever makes him blush and ashamed.

Your husband is someone else... For sure...

And he was pissed about someone taking you away from him in the future...

He had to find out who and then prevent you from falling in love with someone! When he goes back to the year he's supposed to be, he'll prevent you from meeting the guy you fell in love with!

As you left the restaurant, he followed you.

He just sat there to hear what you were saying. And so that they wouldn't throw him out, he ordered something to eat.

He ate only the cherry pie he bought and drank a cup of latte coffee.

He just watched the ring sparkle on your finger.

And when you left the restaurant in the evening, he was looking at you. Keeping an eye on your safety and also to find out more.

When I got home, he was hiding outside. He was looking out the window. Another few hours passed. He has maybe 3 or 4 hours left?

Even though he didn't know it, he had to hurry.

The moment you left the bedroom, he quickly jumped through the window into your house.

You live in the suburbs. But your bedroom is upstairs. You have a two-story house with a garden. Beautiful, rich. You must have married someone rich...

You have something you dreamed of.

When he saw the room from the inside, he saw how cozy it was.

There were no pictures of you with your husband.

All he saw on the dresser was an old picture of you with him and Geto. From school.

And then just you and him.

By the time you came back, he had already looked around.

Big high bed, furniture. Lots of luxuries. Even though it was a simple and cozy house. It was almost luxurious.

As he opened the drawer, one thing made his eyes widen. Pregnancy test pack.

He looked into the box until you were in the room.

He picked up a pink stick with a red thing on it.

Two Lines.

He took a moment to remember what one line meant and what two meant.

Is it possible you were pregnant?

Now he must have known who did this to you.

Your phone on the bed started ringing.

But when he heard footsteps, he started to panic.

The first thing he thought of was entering the wardrobe that stood against the wall.

He jumped in so fast that the large piece of furniture nearly toppled over.

He didn't have time to check your phone.

When you entered the bedroom, you answered the phone with a smile and started talking to someone.

And by the words "honey" and "sweetheart", he guessed you were talking to your husband.

He looked at you through the gap between the wardrobe doors.

Your body looks more mature.

Your thighs and hips are wider, and so are your breasts. Your face.

He only thought that you were beautiful and sexy.

If you are pregnant and you look like this, when you have a bigger belly, you will look even more beautiful.

He covered his eyes as he felt like punching himself in the face. He never thought a pregnant woman could be sexy... What happened to him now?

After all, he would never have a wife. He would never have a child. He already knew it. Because either someone won't accept him or he won't accept someone.

Besides, he wasn't sure he'd ever settle down.

And your smile as you spoke into the device by your ear made him want to smile.

You were happy...

So maybe he won't take it from you...

If you didn't want him, maybe he'll let it go?

Even though he loves you. There's no way he could ever be your husband. And the father of your child...

That would mean you love him. And do you love him?

When you put the phone down, he just realized that your husband will be home soon.

His chance to find out who he is.

You didn't put your phone on the bed, you took it with you.

And then he heard a knock on the door. And then laughs.

He didn't know why, he knew the sound of that male laugh... He knew it from somewhere.

He heard footsteps into the bedroom again and stepped back a bit so that no one would see his eyes as he stood there.

"Aw... Stop! It tickles!" you exclaimed laughing.

He heard no answer.

You looked at your husband as he ran his teeth over the skin of your neck. After a sensitive point.

"Ah, it really tickles!" you said pulling his hair.

Young Gojo looked away with a small blush. After all, he didn't want to watch you fuck your husband.

Or would it be interesting?

He couldn't do that to you. Because if he looked at you any other time, he'd see your body, and he'd remember some naked guy fucking you...

Then he heard some whispers and other laughs. He still didn't want to take away your privacy. With a slight blush, he stood there, staring at the wardrobe wall.

"Do you remember the first time I did that to you?" your husband asked, whispering in your ear.

"How could I not remember it? I had a mark on my neck for two weeks! It was... During your 18th birthday... It was 10 years ago, as long as we've been together..." you said softly.

Young Gojo looked out of curiosity through the gap between the wardrobe doors. You've been together 10 years? He must have known who your husband is!

"You know, I saw someone like you today when you were younger."

Blue eyes widened as he saw your husband's silhouette.

Tall, white hair. Black blindfold on the face .

His breath hitched in his lungs.

And you said something that made him believe that he was your husband...

"We've been together for 10 years, Toru." you said reaching for his face.

Taking off his blindfold.

Seeing the same blue eyes as his, he smiled slightly.

When he turns 18, you will be his girlfriend...

On his 18th birthday... Soon.

And you will be together for so long...

He will be your husband. You will be his wife...

You will be happy together.

Most likely you will have a baby!

Even if he thought you would never love him. You loved him.

You hugged him and he pulled down the sleeve of your shirt.

Putting his mouth and teeth on your shoulder.

Before he sank his teeth into your skin, he looked at the wardrobe.

Feeling something strange. Seeing something like this.

"You said you saw someone like me when I was young, right?" he asked, blowing into your ear.

He wondered what was going on here.

That's him.

He remembers that when he was 17, he checked a gold watch which is cursed.

Something that takes you to the future.

With his eyes fixed on the crack between the wardrobe doors, he licked your neck.

His hands gripped your sides. You gave a cute groan.

Young Satoru felt warmth on his cheeks as he saw the older one kissing, hugging and touching you.

He gave him a smile and winked one eye. And bit into your arm. Hugging you closer.

"I love you." You said holding his neck. Hugging him.

Now he knew you loved him...

A ring will appear on his finger. And you will be happy with him.

“ the fuck-it list ” || hq!

two

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list. 

pairing: various x gn!reader [ kags, akaashi, atsumu, kenma ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, mentions of cheating, cringe descriptions that aren’t 100% accurate lol 

notes: based this off how my friend and i speculate about how the men in hq would be like in bed sooo it’s really just a little jokey joke, so have fun with her :] thinking of making more parts of this with other characters, lemme know what you guys think, and hope you enjoy!! 

kageyama ッ 

To be completely honest, Kageyama wouldn’t know much about the list aside from maybe surface level stuff. He knew it was full of nonsensical speculations, nothing but weird projections put onto strangers by other strangers who found them attractive. It creeped him out a little, so that’s as far as he wished to know. 

Plus, he had no reason to care about some dumb list—He had you. 

“Have you seen this bullshit?!”  Well, speak of the devil. 

All the training in the world couldn’t have prepared his reflexes for the amount of whiplash you put him through in the span of ten seconds. There he was, minding his business in his dorm room, chilling with a volleyball, then BAM; he’s getting bum-rushed by his 5-foot-something significant other with smoke coming through their ears.

Good thing you had a key because the setter was certain you would’ve smashed right through his door by sheer force. 

“Huh??” Frankly, you startled the poor man. The ball that was in the middle of being set toward the ceiling came barreling down on his face, causing him more disorientation. “See—ouch. See what?” 

You stood there next to his bed, one hand on your hip while the other practically shoved your phone in his face. He squinted at the harsh light, but eventually his eyes adjusted enough to read the post. His lips formed a confused pout. “That stupid, horny hit-list? What about it?” 

“What about it? Some bitch put you on there! Just listen to this garbage, ‘Tobio Kageyama. 6’2ft stoic, and mean Dom who’s pretty damn good with his hands. It’s obvious how much of a perfectionist he is, so be ready for some killer overstimulation. Probably won’t make any noise, and doesn’t know much about aftercare. Overall score: 6/10’. Are they deadass right now?” 

Ah. Now he gets it. 

He figured it was only a matter of time, homie was very much aware of his status around campus, not to mention being a looker to top it off. However, he figured being in a relationship would lessen his chances of him ending up on it, especially since you weren’t a secret or anything. Guess that list really had no morality after all. Who’d have thought? 

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