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it's the same picture
If a girl is to do the same superman thing where he takes off his disguise, we just look pervy. Not the same effect
Something else abt cockroaches is that they can also hold ur hand
Something else abt cockroaches is that they can also hold ur hand
´ˎ˗*･ 🥂 : 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗘 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘!
ft. suna rintarou x reader!
warnings: none but extreme fluff! ( a little swearing ) the small, italicised text is narration of what is happening + reactions :) if you'd like me to write this with different characters, drop a req in the inbox!
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THE GAME: 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚕𝚢-𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚕𝚢-𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛!
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[ you nervously flattened out your wedding garment as you took your seat in the middle of the dance floor, facing away from suna, whose back was against yours. like this, you can see the expressions of your dearest friends and family, all of them offer you supportive thumbs up's, mouthing 'congratulations'. you thank them with a small smile before someone tapping on a microphone catches everyone's attention. ]
announcer: good evening everyone! so nice to see so many friends and family in one room to celebrate the union of our favourite couple, y/n and suna!!
[ the guests all cheer. even though you can't see suna's face, you can tell he's got a proud smirk plastered on that expression of his. ]
announcer: we are your hosts for this evening, atsumu and osamu!
atsumu: good to know we were yer first choice to be announcers-
suna: i didn't choose you idiots, y/n did.
osamu: we don't care about ya, suna.
[ a laughter spreads around the room and you can't help but laugh as well. suna hears it and half-heartedly smacks your arm. ]
atsumu: shout-out to y/n, and NOT stinky suna!
osamu: tonight, we shall we playing a game to see just how well the couple of the hour know each other! to play, all y/n and suna has to do is answer our questions by raising the shoe corresponding to their answer!
atsumu: ready? LET'S PLAY!!
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atsumu: who made the first move in the relationship?
[ your hand goes up immediately with your shoe, however, your husband is a little reluctant. he mutters something underneath his breath that you can't hear. ]
osamu: put that shoe up, suna, don't keep the guests waitin'
you: come on sweetheart, don't get you getting cold feet on me again.
suna: shut it.
[ recalling back to your high school days, you remembered the moment when you finally asked suna out on a date. you'll forever remember the way his face turned red as he stammered out a response. he seemed pretty excited about the date too- only for you to accidentally get stood up by him.
you remember cursing at him and promising that you'll never talk to him again after that disastrous evening. the glistening ring sat snug on your finger says otherwise; funny where you've ended up now.
he raises your shoe. ]
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osamu: who's more romantic?
[ a murmur goes around the crowd when you both put up your answers, and you're tempted to turn around to see if he's put up the same response, but you're confident in your answer- despite it not being expected by the crowd.
but you recall the little things suna does for you when you're not aware of it. he leaves flowers for you quite often, he takes you out on cliché dates and does the most cliché, romantic gestures for you. he mutters 'i love you' when he thinks you're asleep, he pulls you to dance in the rain with him and he unabashedly compliments and praises you every moment he can. ]
suna may be quiet, but that doesn't mean he's not romantic. ]
atsumu: yer are so cute, suna.
you: i agree!
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atsumu: who is more likely to finish an argument?
suna: oh, pfft that's easy
you: confident with this one, are we?
suna: of course, the amount of times i've left you in the dust is incredible
you: i'm about to leave you right now.
[ suna laughs at your sarcastic comment, but you raise his shoe anyways. ]
atsumu: y/n! i thought ya were stronger than this!
y/n: i try, but he just walks away and leaves me!
[ the black-haired behind you cackles, muttering an 'it's true'. he only does it because he can't stand arguing with you and will most likely say things he doesn't mean during them. suna pushes people away and would gladly fight someone- verbally or physically, but you're the only exception to that. ]
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osamu: who has the better driving record?
[ you raise your shoe, but clearly there's a disagreement with the way the audience goes 'oooo'. ]
y/n: babe, for the record, i would never get in a car with you in the driver's seat.
suna: babe, for the record, you were in my car two days ago.
y/n: that's a lie. it was against my will.
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osamu: who is the bigger thrill seeker?
[ putting up suna's shoe, you think back to all the dates that he took you on at amusement parks. he dragged you to line up for all of the rollercoasters and you agreed every time, because seeing suna being visibly excited about something was rare, and you adore him for it. ]
y/n: suna plays horror games because he wants to be scared, he's a different breed.
suna: no, i'm just empty inside.
y/n: please never say that again.
[ he laughs. ]
suna: you have to accept me for who i am, that's not fair.
y/n: are you an emo boy?
suna: no, i'm your boy.
[ warmth invades your cheeks. ]
y/n: fuck you, you smooth-talker.
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atsumu: who has the best style?
[ yet another disagreement in your answers, you can tell by the crowd's reactions, but you keep your shoe up in the air proudly. ]
you: babe, don't pretend like you don't dress like every tiktok, supposedly-alt boy that pops up on my fyp.
suna: i don't- AND, in my defence, i apparently am a pretend alt boy that pops up on your for you page.
[ you're disappointed to announce that suna actually does have an impressive following on tiktok. all he does is post videos of him doing absolutely nothing except mouthing the words to the audio, and it's enough to get him thousands- even millions of likes. you think that loving a boy who posts thirst traps is your ultimate flaw.
to be fair, the only redeeming qualities are the cute couple videos that suna posts with you. a fan favourite. ]
you: you wear baggy shirts and pants everywhere, sometimes with a beanie and rings, you're not a fashionista.
suna: of course you'd say that, bet you prefer me in nothing at all.
you: i prefer if you don't lie to yourself and put up my shoe.
[ he's silent in his response, and you hear him sigh before suna puts up your shoe. ]
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osamu: who has the more good-looking family?
you:
suna:
[ you put up suna's shoe hesitantly and slightly embarrassed. laughter echoes around the hall. ]
you: i said yours only because your sister is hot.
suna: the fuck- what about me?
you: you're a 7/10.
suna: well i said yours because your mom is-
you: please don't finish that sentence.
suna: i love you, ugly.
you: i love you too, shrek-lookin' ass.
suna: oi.
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atsumu: who makes the other cry more?
[ the speed at which you stuck up suna's shoe was inhumane, and it earns a few chuckles. ]
atsumu: suna... c'mon my man, ya are treatin' yer wife like this?
suna: watch it, atsumu, i'll make you cry.
osamu: shut him up while yer at it.
[ suna lowers his voice to talk to you and you only. "i'm sorry," he whispers, despite have already apologised for every time he did make you cry, but he feels the need to do it again, because he hates seeing you upset. he hates it even more when he's the cause of it."
"don't worry about it, rin. you don't need to say it," you whispered back in reassurance, because whatever happens, you know everything will always be okay. ]
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[ the game was going well and admittedly, it was all thanks to the twins who you delegated this task to. you knew they were going to be entertaining hosts, and proved you correct with the amount of laughs, cheers and jokes they've provoked from the audience.
it makes you feel so warm, that you get to spend this special day with those who meant the most to you.
but after a dozen or so questions, the game has to come to an end eventually. ]
atsumu and osamu: and finally, even after all the fun we've had together, the game must come to an end. so, for the last question, we decided to be a little nicer. who looks better today?
[ as soon as the last syllable was uttered, you hear the ruffling of suna's tuxedo before the 'awwww' from the crowd. you feel your heart squeeze a little with love as you put up suna's shoe. ]
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when you and suna could finally stand up from your chairs, you turn around to face him with a huge smile whilst he looked at you with the softest gaze.
without another moment wasted, he pulls you into a warm embrace as his arms naturally wind around your waist. he places a loving kiss on your forehead, holding you tight to his body. you return the gesture, tucking yourself into the safety of the volleyball player's warmth.
"i meant it, you look incredible today," confessed suna, the last question still lingering in his head, "it was so hard not to turn around and admire you every five seconds."
you couldn't help but giggle, placing a small kiss on his jawline, "i know, dummy. i knew when you cried at the altar."
he pinches your arm.
"but you look incredible today too, guess we're a pretty incredible couple, huh?"
suna nods eagerly.
"goodness, i cannot wait to get the footage for that game," you laughed, looking over at where a camera was set up.
relishing in each other's embraces for just a few moments longer, suna's the first to break the peace.
"do you really think my sister is hot?"
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pls i had to with that ending, i'm not even sorry.
but if you enjoyed, likes + reblogs are very appreciated! this could be turned into a little mini series if people want it with other ppl bc this was honestly, so very fun.
cya later! drop a follow if you liked that, but no pressure <3
- earth
𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗚𝗜𝗙𝗧 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥
in which: oikawa surprises you with the best christmas present you could ask for.
warnings: 2.1k words, fluff !!!, reader is called 'beautiful', gn!reader, established relationship, lmk if there are other warnings!
a/n: i had a lot of fun writing this one <3 by far the cutest i've written :(
˗ˏˋ XMAS MASTERLIST ´ˎ˗
When Iwaizumi invited you to a Christmas party with fellow Aoba Johsai graduates, you thought nothing of it. It was going to be on two nights before Christmas, just a small thing amongst your closest friends and an invite that you accepted pretty readily.
It would be a good distraction from missing Oikawa too much considering how four days after would mark six years of dating since third year. Although you wish he could be in Japan to celebrate the holidays with you as he’s done every year since leaving, he seems to be busier this time around because he’s got a match to play on Christmas to celebrate some sort of ‘tradition’. At least he’s given you the livestream link to watch, promising to wink at the camera with each service ace he gets.
“Hi, pretty,” Oikawa’s voice rings out from your phone which was currently propped up against the wall of your kitchen. You’re scrambling around, trying to find the appropriate ingredients needed to make dinner.
“Hey, handsome,” you reply, not paying much attention to your phone screen that your boyfriend was currently dominating in all of his drowsy glory, having just woken up from a good night’s rest.
“What are you doing?”
“Making dinner.”
“Without me?” You can hear the pout in his voice as he peers at you with his tired eyes that were still slightly swollen.
Brushing aside the obvious that he was in another country, you place your chopping board in front of your phone so he can hear your response clearly. “Yes because you should be asleep instead of waking up to call me at 6:50am.”
That earns you a whine. “But I love spending time with you! I can’t do that whilst asleep.”
“Wow, I can’t believe you don’t dream of me,” you set out to cutting up some carrots, decidedly making a curry for tonight’s dinner.
“I do! But when I’m not dreaming of you I wake up so I can spend some time with actual you,” Oikawa points out, his confession making your insides gush with adoration and warmth. You wish he was here so you could actually kiss him for it. “Don’t you dream of me too?”
“All the time. Even when I’m not asleep, you’re always on my mind, Tooru.”
His lips become wobbly and a sudden shine glosses over his eyes, was he about to cry from that small of a comment? A sniffle that he let escape answers the question for you. “You’re so perfect, I love you so much,” he mumbles, slightly muffled when he wipes his eyes. There’s urgency in his next demand, instructing you to ‘tell me you love me too.’
“I love you too, Tooru,” you reassure. “I really hate that you’re not coming home these holidays.”
“I know, love, I hate it too, I even tried crying in front of my manager but she wouldn’t budge!”
“Good. Someone has to keep you in check when I’m not there. Send her my best wishes.”
“Not you too! Even the love of my life is cruel to me.”
“Only when you deserve it.”
He humphs, watching you work in silence. No matter how much you berate him for waking early, you will always appreciate his company, even if it’s over a phone screen that leaves you constantly yearning for a physical version of him, but at least the emptiness can be mended with video calls, messages that update you about his day, and selfies to match.
Although the feeling of an empty bed, unused mugs, and untouched books that weren’t yours will always haunt you, no matter how hard Oikawa can try to mend it, it just isn’t the same without your other half by your side. You could be selfish- well, you already are, it’s just that you’re not inclined to act on your selfishness because watching him soar and flourish in Argentina was a real blessing. If he’s happy, then you are too.
“You’re not mad that I’m not coming back, are you?” He asked, voice suddenly a lot softer and timid.
Pouring some water into a pot, you huff with contempt. “I’m not, I promise, it’s just- I really miss you. It’s been a while since your last visit to Japan as well and it feels a little empty in our apartment without you. My life feels a little empty, too.”
“You’re gonna make me actually cry, I hate it when you’re sad,” he mutters, hugging his pillow tighter to his chest as his frown deepens. “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s not your fault at all, Tooru. I don’t want you apologising for things like this because I’ll support you no matter what, you know that.”
“I’m apologising because you’re too good for me. You could’ve left me whenever you wanted to find a ‘better’ man- if he exists, but he doesn’t because I’m already the best! Yet you’ve decided to stay with me only for me to put you through all this.”
You scoff. “You also could’ve left me to find a ‘better’ partner-”
“-no such thing,” he says with a wink, but the mischief doesn’t really reach his eyes.
“Yet you’ve decided to stay with me as well, Tooru. You put so much into our relationship that I don’t have anything to complain about, which is good because otherwise Iwaizumi would throttle you on my behalf.”
“Of course I’m gonna stay with you, you’re the one for me. I figured that out before I even left for Argentina.”
“You’re the one for me too, Tooru,” you confess timidly, making a ‘heart’ shape for him with your hands. Although this is far from your first time being vulnerable with one another, it’s always going to be a little cringey expressing your feelings for one another, no matter how comfortable Oikawa may get with you.
The conversation dwindles a little as you transfer your phone near the stovetop, waiting for the vegetables to boil whilst preparing the curry roux you purchased earlier. Under the kitchen lights with the sound of appliances in the background, you’re content to just exist with your lover through the familiarity of your device.
As the vegetables soften and the rice cooker is operating the background, Tooru has gotten up and done his morning routine- shirtless because he was generous enough to keep you in mind, before showing you the beautiful landscape of Argentina from his apartment. It’s outside on his balcony that you continue the conversation.
“Iwaizumi actually invited me to a Christmas party with our Seijoh friends,” you tell him once you leave the pot to boil.
His eyes widen a little in curiosity, leaning closer to the phone in interest. “Are you going?”
“Yeah, I am. I thought it might be fun.” Tapping your fingers on the kitchen bench, you raise your phone closer to your face so you can see his pretty face clearer. “I’m excited to catch up with the friends I haven’t seen in a while which is easier because I won’t have your annoying ass around me all the time.”
Putting his hand over his chest and clenching it, he acts as though he’s been fatally wounded and you can’t help but roll your eyes at how dramatic he is.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” you relent.
Oh what a miracle, Oikawa has been healed. “Can I help you find an outfit?” He asks, a sheepish smile on his face. When you nod in agreement, he continues. “You should wear that one outfit you love that I got for you. You haven’t worn it at all and I think you’d look really nice in it,” he mutters with a small pout, putting his chin on his hand.
“You’re not even gonna be there to see it!”
He raises his hands in defence. “You can always send photos! It’ll be like I’m with you through the dress because I bought it and so technically, that’s me showing off how beautiful my partner is.”
You dismiss him with a wave of your hand, denying his compliment with a shy expression. Your humbleness pisses Oikawa off.
“Don’t be like that. You know how pretty you are,” he reaffirms. “I hate that I’m not there in person to remind you.”
You soften a little, trying not to let sadness plague your expression again. You truly are miserable without Oikawa, feeling incomplete unless he’s here with you but that’s how you know you’re soulmates, you suppose. Such a painful way of realising something so beautiful.
The call ends twenty or so minutes later because he needed to go on his morning run, but this routine is performed daily. He calls, asks you about your day, you tell him then ask him about how he is, and what he has to do later. It’s a nice routine and one you’ve been sticking to very frequently, a balm to the burn of longing.
But when you’re preparing for the Seijoh Christmas party, you’re about to call Oikawa to show him how you look, only for him to not answer your call which was very unusual. Maybe he was still asleep? He did mention how training was draining him and that it hurt to walk so you chalk it to that explanation and let him rest for a little longer. He deserves it for how much he gives towards being a volleyball player.
Leaving the house at exactly 7:30, the address to the place you were told is only twenty-five minutes away. Although you find it weird that even though it’s a friend-organised party, the venue was a professional and proper hall for celebrations. Looking on the website, there were even full-length windows acting as walls that gazed at the scenery outside but you brushed it off, thinking nothing of it before going on with your day.
But now that you’ve arrived, managing to find a spot in the relatively filled parking lot, you can feel your gut brewing in scepticism and uncertainty. Were you at the right place? Surely, the fairy lights are on and beautiful, there’s cars so there must be people, but why was there no music? No Mariah Carey to tell you that you were in the right place?
Then, the familiar face of Iwaizumi stepping outside calms the turbulence of anxiety you previously drowned under. He waves at you with an excited grin, helping you up the small stairs with a gentle hand.
“You look nice,” he compliments upon exchanging greetings. You smile gratefully at him, thanking him for his company and for his compliment.
“Thank you, Oikawa actually picked this out for me, it suits me quite well!” You gushed. “You look nice tonight as well, Iwa.”
“Thank you. Should we go inside? A few people are already here.”
Nodding, the dark-haired quickly leads the way, ushering you inside through the halls which were much nicer than you expected. The reception is beautiful, there is so much art decorating the walls but it gave a refined and sophisticated vibe, and the gentle lighting only pulled it all together.
Whoever is hosting this party must have gotten a raise. No, maybe a promotion instead.
As your shoes clink against the marble floor, Iwaizumi opens the door for you and you thank him with a grateful nod before abruptly stopping.
The room is enchanting. The decor is beyond comprehension, the lighting is subtle but glamorous, and the windows indeed gave a beautiful view of snow coated trees, gently lit up by fairy lights.
But, the most marvellous sight of all was Oikawa Tooru himself, looking as dashing as ever whilst standing in the midst of an empty room.
Your feet take you to him without thinking and you don’t have time to think before you’re embracing him in a bone crushing hug, a gesture he returns with just as much fervour and passion as he places a lingering kiss on your temple. Melting into each other’s embrace, there’s a shared feeling of relief, warmth, and content as you breathe him in.
“My love,” you whisper into the crisp fabric of his button-down. You’re too overwhelmed with happiness to be confused on the logistics of how and why he was in Japan. “You’re here.”
“I am,” he responds, separating from you to cup your cheeks, looking at you with so much love and adoration, eyes going down to admire the outfit you’re wearing. “You’re absolutely breathtaking, my beautiful, beautiful Y/N.”
You hide away from him slightly, shying away at his boldness.
“I’m finally home. But, there’s something I need to do first.” Oikawa then sinks to the floor on one knee, pulling out a velvet box with a stunning ring as he looks up at you with doe eyes that brim with hope.
imagine somebody being excited to about you, your day, what makes you, and what breaks you, indulges in your interests as much as you do!!
huggies :}
and as a bonus, steve celebrating his hug from jon
Okay imagine Steve and buckys kid calling Steve daddy and buck mommy And so their son goes to school and the other kids are talking about how pretty their mommies are and he tells all the other kids how pretty his mommy is, how his mommy has long and pretty hair and is the most beautiful mommy ever, and the other children’s parents hear steves kid talking about his beautiful mommy and they go “awwwww! He must have a quite beautiful mother if he talks about her like that!” And then this giant ass dude, like 7 feet tall, ripped af, with a fucking metal arm and scruff shows up and their kid runs up to bucky yelling “mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” And this big ass dude with a metal arm just scoops him up and is like ‘ah yes my child this one is mine let’s go see ur father u lil nerd’ And everyone is like “???????????”
strawberry and banana!!!🍓🍌✨
THANK YOU 😭😭😭
i have gathered flowers for you
🌺🌷🪷
🌸🏵️🪻
🌻🌼🌹
I'll put them in a bouquet so you can carry them easier
💐
Here you go
THANK YOU FRIEND!!!! YOU ARE EVER SO KIND!!!! ILU!!!!!!
what if i made a uquiz thats like if u were an idol what animal would u be assigned