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suna rintarou headcanons!!

note: i feel like these just show how delulu i am bc wow. also cuties give me requests for rin!! i really wanna see what you guys want written. <3

rin only really started calling you cutesy names like princess as a joke bc he thought they were stupid but ended up only ever calling you by those names. ;)

has cute little dimples <33

hates to admit it but he learned to play electric guitar bc a girl he liked said she liked guys who played the instrument.

had a period of time where he only watched those true crime youtube videos.

listens to frank ocean and brent faiyaz religiously.

wants to dye his hair but he’s scared it will look like shit. 

his guilty pleasure is reading romance books/manga then comparing the books and manga to the show or movie made from it. (and yes he does write little notes in his notes app <3)

he had braces when he was in elementary school and a little into middle school.

will let you pamper him in skincare and makeup whenever.

still plays fortnite. he claims the game takes him back to when he “truly felt something”. whatever that means.

loves loves cats with his whole being!!

had a skater boy phase that he deeply regrets but if you ever asked him to teach you how to skateboard he’d love to!

claims that nicki minaj is his spirit animal like bitch what lmao.

loves to drink hot chocolate no matter the season. it could be hot as hell outside and he’d be sipping his hot cocoa in a hoodie and sweats like a bad bitch.

had a sonic the hedgehog obsession when he was younger. denies he still does as if he doesn’t have sonic bed sheets stuffed in his closet???

his bed is filled with stuffed animals bc he’s lowkey a hoarder.

✩ sincerely, b. <3

tbh i don’t usually read mafia/gang aus but this one- this is amazing oh my god. the development of the plot- the sad and cheesy moments- i love it all. my heart hurt for riki and the fact that he longed for a normal childhood like the rest of the kids, he deserves all the love in the world my gosh. yn and riki really deserve to be together and my heart broke for them 😭😭

sobbing at the fact that he calls yn every single night despite the time difference AND his job- AND HE TELLS HER HE LOVES HER EVERY SINGLE TIME?? i love this boy so much he literally deserves everything and the universe 🥹🥹🥹

i keep saying he deserves so much and well, i’ll keep saying it because hE DOES

this is definitely one of the best fics i’ve read hands down. it was a 14k wc but time flew by so fast bc i was so invested in it :,,)))))

OMG JUST WANNA ADD- I WAS LISTENING TO ‘YOUR EYES TELL’ BY BTS AND ‘STAY ALIVE’ BY SUGA AND JK WHILE READING THIS AND IT FIT SO WELL

Killing has always been easy for the renowned assassin known as Ni-ki, but his latest target is the crime boss of rival mafia “I-Land”. And well, his daughter is cute.

.: 14.6k words .:. female reader .:. friends to lovers .:. fluff, action, hurt/comfort :.

.: tw: implied physical violence, gang violence, gun violence, character death :.

.: masterlist .:. belift underground :.

He’s just a kid. Soft little eyes and chubby bunny cheeks.

A ruthless and renowned assassin, born and bred for murder.

Raised to never hesitate.

Picked from a bunch of orphans as the one with the highest potential. “I bet this one’ll be good at murder,” he thinks they must’ve said.

He was only eight.

He was only eight when he got up and left all that he knew for what he thought would be a better life. He was only eight when he began his practice into martial arts, exercising and practising and fighting, all in training to become a killer. He was only a few years older when they first gave him a gun.

And yet, here he was, at the peak of his teens and already a seasoned veteran in the field of assassination and murder. And here he was, standing, shaking, a gun pointed at the head of his target, stopping himself from pulling the trigger simply because, well, your voice was stuck in his head. There wasn’t a particular phrase or word stuck in his head either.

It was just your laugh.

It was your smile, your eyes, and the way they crinkled when you laughed.

He doesn’t shoot.

He can’t.

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