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❄︎ ─ END OF YEAR REC REPORT: THE READER INSERT EDITION

hi lovelies!! as the year is coming to an end I wanted to work with my followers to compile a rec list of fics that have stuck with us as one massive thank you to all of the writers in our corner of tumblr/AO3. below you will find x reader fics from multiple different fandoms, and everything is in alphabetical order. I am grateful to all of you for the amazing work you do, and to those who participated!

extra note: I read through and tried my best to make sure everything is appropriately tagged (reader type and blushes included) but do let me know if anything needs amending—or if you are on this list and wish to be taken off it. happy reading and happy new year! (and thank you to @namodawrites for helping with the banners ily)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ─ ❄︎

fics: 100 fandoms: 23 total word count: 💀

an observer of longing by shibaraki [ONESHOT] [18K] #: afab reader - childhood best friends to lovers - romantic and sexual tension - mutual pining - casual physical affection - love confession - eventual sexual content

Could Hajime really return your feelings? Tooru certainly thinks so. And Issei, and Takahiro. Seemingly everyone that has been within twenty feet of you.

I wanna be yours by gabseyoo [ONESHOT] [5.9K] #: fem reader - recreational drug use - stoner suna rintaro - friends to lovers - shotgunning - smut - face riding - unprotected sex - sex under the influence

Your usual smoking date with your best friend takes an unexpected turn after a certain song starts playing.

in orbit by neonghxst [MULTI-CHAP] [27K] #: fem reader - slow burn - fluff - angst - enemies to friends to lovers - childhood friends - breaking up/making up

You tend to have a habit of coming and going, life sending you away at odd intervals and guiding you back into his path without warning. Akin to two planets caught in each other’s orbits, you pushed and pulled in a never-ending cycle. But if there was one thing Atsumu was certain of, it was that you would always find your way back to him (and this time, he’s determined to make you stay).

lover be good to me by suguwu [MULTI-CHAP] [30K] #: fem reader - soulmate au - slow burn - hurt/comfort - partner death (not kita shinsuke)

You meet Kita Shinsuke on a rainy summer day, with a sea of hydrangeas swirling at your feet. You know him instantly, as only a soulmate can. He seems like a good man. Like a good soulmate. But it's your wedding day.

miya atsumu and the chronic lovesick disease by fushisagi [ONESHOT] [12.6K] #: gender neutral reader - university au - fluff - friends to lovers - denial of feelings - mutual pining

The question comes to him one autumn night, surrounded by his friends and the chilly november breeze, asked by, who he assumes to be, just another nobody looking for money: what is it that you desire most, boy? the psychic asks, her saccharine smile forgotten when he looks into the crystal ball and all he ends up seeing is you. Alternatively: Miya Atsumu is not in love. what the hell? who would ever suggest something like that?

monster by satendou [SERIES: ONGOING] [13K] #: fem reader - unprotected sex - creampie - vaginal fingering - mentions of bullying - insecurities - described as blushing

You like horror movies, Tendou likes horror movies, what could go wrong?

storm chaser by amjustagirl [MULTI-CHAP] [163K] #: fem reader - post canon - domestic fluff - friends to lovers - romance - marriage - parenthood - angst

Living life with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it’s impossible to tame a storm.

the burden of being by sashimiyas [ONESHOT] [22K] #: fem reader - angst - fluff - amnesia - pro volleyball player osamu - unhealthy coping mechanisms

There was an Osamu who loved you once. Who loved Onigiri Miya so much he spent most of his waking hours there, supported loyally by the members of Hyogo Ward. A fire changes that and he and his twin brother adopt their old high school motto: we don’t need the memories. Now they’re gone and memories are all you have. So as an homage to the man you love, you reopen his restaurant back up for him.

the inbetween by oh-katsuki [ONESHOT] [25K] #: fem reader - manga spoilers - childhood friends to lovers - slow burn - angst - sexual content

You and Tendou have been best friends since before you can remember. You share everything with each other and over the years have fallen into a friendship with clear boundaries but intimate values. When you start to notice Tendou growing more distant, you begin to worry that he’s keeping more secrets than you thought.

there are reasons why a body stays in motion by gardenofnoah [ONESHOT] [4.7K] #: afab reader - strangers to lovers - fluff - eventual sexual content

You work too hard—kita knows it the second he meets you. He’s not expecting you to take him up on his offer. You don’t either, until you end up on his farm.

the blood of the witch is not ours by demxnscous [ONESHOT] [11K] #: afab reader - vampire miya osamu - strangers to friends to lovers - modern setting with a hidden supernatural world - blood and injury - eventual sexual content

The door opens. Osamu whines pitifully, a shallow breath that scarcely pulls at the lacerations along his body, blood of his own and of another creature matts his fur to his ribs, along his spine, and he lifts his head. “Oh, fuck.” From the threshold, your eyes widen, a stranger to the fox you find.

to: tokyo, love hyogo by akimind [ONESHOT] [15K] #: fem reader - described as blushing - reunions - angst - fluff - exes to lovers

Your mind wasn’t tricking you when it caught sight of this name from across the street you rarely frequent; it remains the same name even as you stand directly below now and reread that sign again. Onigiri Miya. …I’ll meet you in Hyogo. The same echo. The same memory.

roommate osamu kiss by shibaraki [DRABBLE] [0.6K] #: gender neutral reader - pre relationship - fluff - roommate miya osamu - sleepy kiss

Osamu likes to think that unlike Atsumu, he has some semblance of control over his impulses. it’s a fine art. When you softly touch his waist as you squeeze past, or dig your feet under his thigh on the couch, or lean into his side as you share the small bathroom, he can will his body still and maintain the equilibrium you’ve crafted together. But this morning he is frayed at the seams.

venus by saetyrn [ONESHOT] [15K] #: cisfem reader - mutual pining - alcohol consumption - friends to lovers - eventual sexual content - reader is inexperienced

After returning to Japan from studying abroad in California, Hajime’s found that his desire for you has only grown stronger in his year away. He hopes you feel the same, and see him as he sees you. What he doesn’t expect is for it all to go tits up when you ask him--your trusted friend--for help with losing your virginity.

wet haired kuroo by mrs-kurooo [DRABBLE] [0.8K] #: gender neutral reader - pre relationship - romantic tension

His hair lies flat, unlike the usual unruly, gravity-defying mess of black that sits on his head. It’s still a little damp, slowly drying in the warmth of your apartment, a lone droplet of water dripping from the ends and landing on his towel. It hangs in his eyes a little, more so than usual and the urge to run your fingers through it overwhelms you - it just looks so soft.

a duke's son and a baron's daughter by katsukikitten [ONESHOT] [14K] #: fem reader - victorian era au - arranged marriage - pining - slow burn - suggestive content - lord bakugo katsuki - lord todoroki shouto

The room ebbs in the low light of flickering candles, people gather in clusters like lost geese as they honk their gossip at one another causing you to sigh. It would be another long night of mental games as your cold eyes fail to warm from the eccentric sights. Silk dresses, long gloves, shimmering gems, and endless drink and food. Yet you hated how little power you had over your choice of being here or not.

a light that never comes by mighty-mighty-man [MULTI-CHAP: ONGOING] [430K] #: fem reader - enemies to friends to lovers - reader is an ex villain - worldbuilding - polotics - drama - eventual romance

After your life is saved by a quirkless middle-schooler, you find yourself roped back into the world of Heroism you've spent years trying to escape. Your mentor convinces you to take a job at U.A. that will bring you perilously close to your former best friend, Toshinori Yagi, who you have been avoiding since you mysteriously dropped out of high school in your third year. Being a Hero never gets any easier. And high school never ends.

all the times i told you by gardenofnoah [SERIES] [8K+] #: afab reader - estbalished relationship - fluff - intimacy - hurt/comfort - eventual sexual content

A sweet little multi-parter about being so in love it makes you sick, featuring Katsuki.

a withered rose by potionpeddlerpatchy [ONESHOT] [18K] #: fem reader - mythical au - reader is a nymph - god of sleep shinsou hitoshi - sexual content - dubious consent - somnophilia - manipulation

In the center of all the strange but wonderful opulence sat a giant glass orb propped so beautifully atop of a pillar, woven so intricately like vines, of tourmaline. You couldn’t help but approach it, the alluring purple aura seemed to call out to you, reaching your delicate hand before you, nothing else crossed your mind that your desire to touch the orb's smooth surface. “You’re a bold little one, aren’t you?” Hitoshi spoke, chuckling deeply as he took in your startled form.

a world away by invie [MULTI-CHAP] [26K] #: fem reader - slow burn - timeskips - pro hero bakugo katsuki - parallel universes - dimension travel - feelings realisation - first meetings - fluff - angst - love confessions

He met you at 16 and hasn't known peace since then.

casual by ghostbeam [ONESHOT] [4K] #: fem reader - no quirk au - friends with benefits - friends to lovers - sexual content - todoroki family feels

“My mom wants to meet you.” It’s a sentence uttered as Touya pulls the T-shirt he’d discarded earlier (while he was pushing you toward your bed and sucking your tongue into his mouth) over his head. It comes as a shock, lying in your bed completely bare, still struggling to catch your breath. It shouldn’t make you feel excited in the way that it does, not when Touya has been more than clear about the nature of the relationship between the two of you. Nothing serious. No commitment.

cruise universe by bfbkg [SERIES] #: fem reader - cruise au - pro hero bakugo - developing relationship - strangers to lovers - fluff - alcohol consumption - eventual sexual content

Your cruise holiday with your friends has got some pretty views, your favourite being the grumpy pretty blonde.

deceiving the duke by andypantsx3 [MULTI-CHAP] [30K] #: fem reader - regency au - class differences - romance - identity porn - eventual sexual content

When Camie Utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. It’s up to you, a maid, to impersonate Camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. The only trouble? Lord Shouto Todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you.

fill my little world by shibaraki [ONESHOT] [20K] #: afab reader - no quirk au - single dad aizawa shouta - nanny reader - falling in love - eventual sexual content

You are employed by Aizawa Shouta to nanny for his vulnerable adoptive daughter Eri while he’s at work. As time passes you find yourself equally smitten with them both, longing for a more permanent place in their family.

heart of the ocean by secondhand_trash [TWOSHOT] [13K] #: fem reader - pirate au - inspired by princess bride - romance - pirate todoroki touya - angst with a happy ending - sexual content

You had met many sailors in your life growing up by the sea, but there was only one like him.

higher than the mountain, deeper than the sea by itoshisoup [MULTI-CHAP: ONGOING] [50K+] #: fem reader - psychological drama - childhood friends to lovers - stockholm syndrome - hurt/comfort - noncon elements

Touya watches you stare feebly out the window, your fingers curled around those useless flowers he bought, and he finally understands why his pathetic excuse of a father could never find the words to apologize to his mother.

I'll make this feel like home by missmeinyourbones [ONESHOT] [6K] #: afab reader - angst - canon compliant - hurt/comfort - dabi centric - todoroki family reveal - sexual content

Touya was eight years old when his youngest brother was born—the same age realized that his house no longer felt like home.

incendiary by andypantsx3 [MULTI-CHAP] [30K] #: fem reader - enemies to lovers - quirkless discrimination - reader is a college student - romance- eventual sexual content

When you accidentally go viral in defense of quirkless people, an extremist group puts a target on your back. Pro hero Dynamight is the last person you want watching it.

in the dark of morning, you promise me the sun by kirketeer [MULTI-CHAP] [78K] #: fem reader - major character death - slow burn - grief and mourning - angst with a happy ending - eventual sexual content

When Denki, your long-term boyfriend, is stabbed by a villain on his way home from work, left to bleed out on the sidewalk only a mile from your apartment, you find yourself adrift. Strangely enough, it's Bakugou that helps with what comes after.

kingdom of ashes by shibaraki [TWOSHOT] [11K] #: fem reader - historical royalty au - prince todoroki touya - arranged marriage - sexual content - fluff - angst - hopeful ending

When you are suddenly uprooted from your life to enter an arranged marriage with Prince Touya you are unprepared for how greatly he defies your expectations, nor for how quickly you fall for him.

lights will guide you home by a11eya [MULTI-CHAP: ONGOING] [22K] #: gender neutral reader - soulmate au - trope inversion/subversion - slow burn - getting together - falling in love - eventual sexual content

Soul-lights aren’t as common in this day and age as they were in the past, before quirks, but they’re common enough that people do still find their soulmates. At thirteen, you meet Bakugou Katsuki, and he lights up for you in orange and gold. You tell him he's your soulmate. He sneers and tells you that you aren't his. He makes your adolescence miserable until you part ways. You meet again as adults, late at night, in a grocery store, over a pile of bok choy. He apologizes for how he treated you when you were children. (In which you have a choice—to reject Bakugou's apology, reject him, or to let him show you the man he's become, to learn with him what it means to love and forgive.)

one for the rules by alkhale [ONESHOT] [9K] #: fem reader - actor au - soulmates and identifying marks - romance - actor kita shinsuke - implied sexual content - reader described with long hair

“(Y/n)-san,” Kita whispers, low, just for you. Your eyes flicker nervously up to meet his, heart beating so wildly in your chest you feel like you’ll explode. Any minute now. There’ll be nothing left for him but little bits of nonsense. “I know I have no right to stop you… but please, if you’d be willing to wait, just a bit…” Kita pulls both your hands together now, away from both your shared marks. He holds them in both of his and he gazes at you the entire time, a man truly from another era, from a lost era of things so hopeless romantic and earnest you feel like there’s nothing you can do in the very face of it. Kita brings your hands up and he presses a kiss to your knuckles, peering up at you, eyes like honey, voice soft and warm and everywhere around you. “Would you give me the chance to show you my worth?” Kita asks. Ah, that’s it. Your heart really can’t take anymore.

passing peonies by dira333 [MULTI-CHAP] [34K] #: fem reader - recovery - mental health issues - returning to society - healing todoroki family - reader described to have a ponytail - angst

When the war ended, Midoriya Izuku had proven one thing: That Villains did not need to be killed to be defeated. That you could make friends from enemies. Touya Todoroki, formerly known as Dabi, had been one of those taken into the rehabilitation program. After one year of intense physical and psychological therapy, he's got the chance to prove himself. To prove that he can be a part of this world.

something just like this by ofmermaidstories [MULTI-CHAP] [200K] #: fem reader - strangers to lovers - pro hero deku - manga artist reader - eventual sexual content

It probably says a lot about you that your first thought on meeting Deku, international Symbol of Peace, isn't something like "Oh, wow," or, "Oh he's so nice," but is, instead, the un-Plus Ultra thought of, "I definitely would’ve bullied him, in high school." At least until those muscles came in.

the cardinal rule by coopigeoncoo [ONESHOT] [9K] #: gender neutral reader - romantic comedy - bird puns - blood and injury

A story where Hawks learns that while humans might be awed by his flying skills, the bird population is decidedly less impressed.

the widening sky by ofmermaidstories [MULTI-CHAP] [37K] #: fem reader - merpeople au - merman bakugo katsuki - canon typical violence - grief and mourning - eventual sexual content - bittersweet ending

You don’t believe your Grandmother’s stories about mermaids — until you meet one.

triptych by narumi-gens [MULTI-CHAP: ONGOING] [20K] #: fem reader - yandere chisaki kai - psychological abuse - angst - codependency - imprisonment - canon typical violence - sexual content

Your life is nothing more than a triptych, a work of art in three parts with each panel depicting a distinct period — a beginning, a middle, an end. And in the triptych that is your life, the central figure has always been Chisaki Kai.

when to cradle, when to pry by therealvalkyrie [ONESHOT] [1.3K] #: fem reader - established relationship - depresson and panic attacks - reader has low self esteem - hurt/comfort

As he re-learns the joys of loving you, Katsuki also learns how to help you back on your own feet when you need it. OR An "in the aftermath" look at the relationship in 'you feel love in the sodium'

11:49pm by shotorus [DRABBLE] [0.4K] #: gender neutral reader - fluff and intimacy

Gojo is larger than life, but you make him feel small.

all that is solid by grilledtandoorismoke [SERIES] [38K] #: fem reader - arranged marriage - curse user reader - described as blushing - hurt/comfort - domestic fluff - angst - canon typical violence

Coming from a family of curse users and the first person in three hundred years to have your clan's inherited technique, political machinations force you to attend Jujutsu Tech while having to agree to an arranged marriage to Gojo Satoru.

am I (25F) the asshole for fucking my boyfriend's older brother (28M) by rinhaler [ONESHOT] [10K] #: fem reader - sexual content - dom/sub dynamics - older brother ryomen sukuna - sex under the influence - cheating - daddy kink

I know it sounds bad but we got high and he's hot!!

blood and pearls by vennilavee [SERIES: ONGOING] [10K] #: fem reader - trueform sukuna - developing relationship - canon typical violence - cannibalism - eventual sexual content

A lonely water nymph washes up to the shores of an enchanted lake with dreams of the sun and the stars. Little do you know, that this enchanted lake belongs to the king of curses himself, Ryomen Sukuna.

candied hearts by mrs-kurooo [ONESHOT] [10k] #: fem reader - no curse au - hurt/comfort - fluff - third party infidelity - sexual content - body worship - size difference - pull out method

Gojo is a nuisance. What more is there to say.

cor unum by vampyrsm [MULTI-CHAP: ONGOING] [130K] #: fem reader - trueform sukuna - slow burn - period typical sexism - body horror - cannibalism - blood and violence - eventual sexual content

A tale of how the Shogun's daughter ends up in the maw of one of the most fierce curse users to ever exist.

godmaker by firein-thesky [MULTI-CHAP: ONGOING] [50K] #: fem reader - arranged marriage - angst - unhealthy relationships - parental abuse - canon typical violence - hurt/comfort - slow burn - eventual sexual content

And the form leans down, closer, as their voice drops to a murmur, all honey and thorns, the promise of something far greater than you. A storm to come. The future that you will bear upon the slant of your shoulders. And when they speak, you know they’ve cursed you; “I will teach you how to make a God.”

hey lonely stranger (won't you meet my eye?) by stellamancer [ONESHOT] [6.4K] #: fem reader - speed dating - unresolved romantic tension - jealous gojo satoru - allusions to canon typical violence

You attend a match-making event and who else should be there but the last person you want to see: Satoru Gojo.

how to be a dog by prettyboykatsuki [TWOSHOT] [37K] #: fem reader - yandere gojo satoru - manipulation and coercion - stalking - graphic depictions of violence - rape/non-con - forced intimacy - sexual content

"Of course you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love." - ANDREW KANE, HOW TO BE A DOG. With six eyes to see, it becomes clear. You are being watched.

intrinsic warmth by thatdesklamp [MULTI-CHAP: ONGOING] [150K] #: fem reader - slow burn - childhood friends - mutual pining - angst - canon typical violence

You meet Satoru on 7th September, 1996. Some time later, you realise you love him.

let your hand become a blade so i may take it by seravphs [MULTI-CHAP: ONGOING] [10K] #: princess reader - knight gojo satoru - royal au - forbidden love - period typical misogyny - childhood friends to enemies to lovers

Knights are bound by duty and honor, but Gojo is more devoted to his princess than he ever was to his oaths.

limerence by shibaraki [ONESHOT] [4K] #: gender neutral reader - friends to lovers - pining - masturbation - sexual tension

The little intimacies you shared together were a fix of Gojo's.

lucky by izvmimi [ONESHOT] [3.5K] #: fem reader - crack - plot heavy with a little porn - todo aoi's otaku behaviour

You meet someone desperate to win a competition.

men are so quick to blame the gods by awearywritersworld [SERIES] [16K+] #: fem reader - enemies to lovers - developing relationship - angst - fluff - canon typical violence - not canon compliant - jealousy

Your boyfriend is a heavy sleeper, leaving you to form an unlikely relationship with the curse occupying his body during the late hours of the night.

playing pretend by itadorey [ONESHOT] [5.4K] #: gender neutral reader - fake dating - friends to lovers - slice of life and humour

Gojo lies to Shoko in order to win a bet and you're dragged along for the ride.

🔒 polluted by heich0e [ONESHOT] [11K] #: fem reader - university au - sexual content - recreational drug use - sex under the influence - gangbang - double penetration - dubcon

"Weed doesn't make her annoying," Sukuna drawls, tossing the basketball up again, only this time away from him—you watch as it curves gracefully in the air, swishing through the little net Geto and Gojo have affixed to the back of their dorm room door. "She's always annoying." [...] Sukuna's smirk turns into something even sharper, a smile unfurling slow and wicked across his face. "Weed doesn't make her annoying--it makes her into a whore."

seat taker by coconutdays [ONESHOT] [10K] #: fem reader - university au - biker geto suguru - sexual tension - fluff - strangers to lovers - eventual sexual content

You have a crush on the smartest and sexiest guy in your lit class who happens to ride a motorcycle with spooky season around the corner. what ever might happen?

still melting? by arminsumi [ONESHOT] [1.4K] #: fem reader - best friend geto suguru - romantic and sexual tension - flirting

Practicing putting eyeliner on your best friend, while sat in his lap. He can't help but take this chance to flirt with you. Of course, a certain someone interrupts your moment right at the end

sunset by princess-okkotsu [ONESHOT] [5.6K] #: princess reader - knight zen'in maki - reader implied shorter than maki - royal au - period typical attitudes - sexual content

You’re a princess, though the last of several siblings, set to never wear the crown of your kingdom. The last to marry, you're suddenly betrothed after your father waged your hand in marriage in some game of bow and arrow. Though you and your knight, Maki, have been content with bottling up your affections for one another, this sudden betrothal has you both wishing for something you know you can't have.

they were just friends by wanderwithme [MULTI-CHAP: ONGOING] [65K] #: fem reader - fireman fushiguro toji - slow burn - roommates - character death - eventual romance - described as blushing

It’s 4:24 p.m. and the love of your life is cheating on you.

turn me like a beast / hold you to the floor by gardenofnoah [ONESHOT] [6.5K] #: princess reader - strangers to unfortunate lovers - hunter nanami kento - the fall of a dynasty - major character death - reincarnation - bittersweet ending

The world is at its end, and an unlikely pair finds solace in each other. To love is an animal thing.

wormwood by linkcities [ONESHOT] [25K] #: fem reader - angst with a happy ending - canon compliant - childhood friends to lovers - mutual pining - codependency - new beginnings

Absence festers in the presence of little yellow wormwood flowers, and you come to learn about how it goes hand in hand with lingering bitterness when you meet Gojo Satoru. or, As the young God’s only friend, you are punctured with the burden of his companionship, regardless if you deem yourself unworthy of it.

风月 | wind, moon by itoshisoup [ONESHOT] [7.5K] #: gender neutral reader - established relationship - fluff - romance

In which you drag Dan Heng halfway across the universe for a candied fruit skewer, and he gets a taste of the life that was once denied to him.

christmas countdown by suguwu [ONESHOT] [16K] #: gender neutral reader - hallmark au - holiday fluff - age gap - romance

Your company is taking on a new project and desperately wants the backing and expertise of retired CEO Jing Yuan. Dispatched out into the countryside to bring him on board, you find it won't be as easy as you think. Jing Yuan strikes a bargain with you: spend the upcoming days with him, until Christmas Eve, and he'll tell you exactly what it will take for him to come back if you don't figure it out yourself. Let the Christmas countdown begin.

nexus by ddarker-dreams [MULTI-CHAP] [51K] #: fem reader - yandere blade - codependency - eventual sexual content - dark comedy - space politics

You belong to a specialized group — the Arbiters — who are capable of influencing others' perceptions. Your clients hail from all corners of the universe to see their wildest fantasies come true. By establishing a link with them, they can experience a dreamscape of their choosing, more convincing than the latest developments in augmented reality. You have received many unique requests throughout the years. After the Stellaron Hunter's swordsman saves you from an early demise, you offer him the chance to experience any phantasia of his choosing. It is then that you're posed with a trying challenge: "Show me what it's like to die."

scrap metal by lorelune [TWOSHOT] [5K] #: gender neutral reader - captive reader - injury - use of a muzzle - non consensual touching - yandere blade - force feeding

Per Elio's newest script, the Stellaron Hunters take in a stray.

love like no other by nanamimizz [ONESHOT] [2.6K] #: fem reader - sexual content - established relationship - open communication

Al Haitham is man solemnly thought he would never find love, so when he has that and more the night turns...physical.

you didn't teach me how to forget you by haitaniapologist [TWOSHOT] [15K] #: ragnvindr fem reader - described as blushing - fluff - lovesick childe - possessiveness

You never thought you would find the boy who haunted your childhood in a trip to Liyue.

arranged marriages and well-kept secrets by dearayato [ONESHOT] [1.7K] #: gender neutral reader - established relationship - talk of marriage - proposals

Ayato props himself on his elbows, a smug smile adorning his face, “Don’t worry love, the only person I see in my future is you.”

for you are the world by lorelune [MULTI-CHAP] [29K] #: fem reader - childhood friends to lovers - post trauma - fluff - hurt/comfort - chronic injuries - sexual content - protective diluc

You return to Mondstadt after many years away, sick, with an feeling that's all-too familiar and unwelcome.

bury me by deskaisers [ONESHOT] [8.8K] #: fem reader - described as blushing - stepcest - step brother oliver aiku - virginity - corruption kink - unprotected sex

Your father's new relationship was rather unexpected, but there was no way in hell you could have predicted everything else that came with it.

everything's better when you're honest by prettyboykatsuki [ONESHOT] [11K] #: fem reader - friends to lovers - professional athlete isagi yoichi - reader is sexually experienced - sexual content

you notice early on that isagi is always holding back something. the deeper into your relationship you go, the more you wish he'd let loose.

to my first love by by-moonflower [TWOSHOT][17.3K] #: fem reader - high school au to married au - non-linear narrative - exploring girlhood - fluff - angst - romance - suggestive - described as blushing

When you agreed to date itoshi sae in mid-October of 1993, you never imagined he'd be your first love—whose presence would continue to linger in your life, hauntingly, even if a year, two, or ten came to pass.

finding peace in the spontaneous wild (that is you) by tired-biscuit [ONESHOT] [26K] #: fem reader - university au - modern supernatural elements - friends to lovers - werewolf kiba - mutual pining - eventual sexual content

You run into Kiba at the grocery store, around two weeks after returning home from college.

🔒 tacenda by namodawrites [MULTI-CHAP] [100K] #: gender neutral reader - mutual pining - slow burn - childhood friends to lovers - canon typical violence - rivalry

Somewhere along the way trying to prove Neji wrong about fate and destiny, you fall in love.

den of wolves by kuramakakashi [MULTICHAP] [37K] #: senju reader - descriptions of gore - uchiha centric - canon typical violence - worldbuilding

Peace in our time – it was the dream your cousin had championed since childhood, and it was the foundation for all of his efforts to bring the constant warring between clans to a permanent end. And it was why he sent you into the den of wolves with only one order: Save Izuna Uchiha.

🔒 birds of a feather by namodawrites [ONESHOT] [18K] #: gender neutral reader - touchstarved - possessive behaviour - comfort/angst - canon typical violence

Knives rediscovers his humanity while recovering. You fight hard not to lose yours.

bittersweet by heich0e [ONESHOT [6K] #: afab reader - domestic fluff - sharing a bed - gentle sex - sweet soggy vash

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why does your best friend’s brother have to be so hot??

☆ suna rintarou x f!reader! (pt.3)☆

pt.1 pt.2 pt.4 links!!

cw: smut! porn with feelings, fluff!, oral sex f recieving, confessions, alcohol use (responsibly), reader is hot and she knows it, tiny bit of angst but not really, party!, atsumu is annoying.

you stare at yourself in the mirror, cursing trying to put the obnoxious earring backing on.

“here let me help you.” your best friend mumbles, moving your hair and easily putting the jewlery on in place.

“thanks… are you sure it won’t be too cold tonight? maybe the skirt is too much.” you pout, looking over your outfit. the only ‘going out’ clothes you really brought was a short skirt and your favorite top that you’d wear to parties back at college.

it was your last week here at the suna residence, with classes starting up again soon.

so of course, the miya twins decided to reunite everyone at their family home, and throw a party. you were at least thankful it was only a street away so no one had to drive over there.

“you’ll be fine. atsumu’s hosting, i’m sure he’ll offer to warm you up” ami giggles. you roll your eyes. the more eccentric miya twin had always pined after you back in high school. of course you never paid him any mind, your heart was always focused on rintarou.

everytime you’d go to the inarizaki volleyball games back in high school, he’d come up to you with his charming smile. ‘aww, come all this way just to see little ol’ me? how sweet!’ he’d say before his brother would come in and grab him, apologizing for his nagging behavior. what you’d never notice though, was the way rintarou would glare daggers at his friend, always flirting with you right in front of him.

you wouldn’t hear their conversations in the locker rooms back then either.

‘i think i’m gonna ask her out, what do you think, suna?’ the blonde setter comments, smirking at the brunette who sat on the bench on his phone.

he just scoffed, sounding unconvinced. ‘good luck with that.’

‘hey! what’s that supposed to mean?’ he pouts, his ego taking a blow.

‘just saying, doesn’t seem like she’s that interested in you.’ suna replies, taking a sip from his water bottle.

‘oh yeah? sounds like you’re just jealous, mister.’ atsamu’s lips quirk back up into his usual smirk.

rin’s eye twitches.

‘no way. she’s like a sister to me.’

“ami you liar, it’s cold as fuck!” you shiver slightly, holding your arms to your chest as you step out the front door, rintarou locking it behind you three.

“consequences of dressing like a hottie. some liquor will warm you right up” she beams at you, making you sigh. “i guess” you squirm uncomfortably in your outfit. the second you walked downstairs, rintarou’s eyes went directly to your bare legs in the skirt. he still seemed so nervous around you even after he’s quite literally been inside of you (twice).

“let’s go before atsumu drinks everything and starts challenging people to sing offs.” the older suna says, walking ahead of you guys on the sidewalk.

“jeez, why’s he in a mood” ami mutters to you, you just shrug, eyeing him.

rin wasn't too excited at the thought of watching guys fawn over you all night while he had to stand back and not be able to do a thing about it.

once you approach the house, you could hear music playing from the backyard. rintarou knocks on the door first, texting someone to let them know you were there.

the door opens a few seconds later, a grey haired twin smiling at you three. “look who it is! long time no see girls. suna.” he gives the man a side hug, they still saw each other from time to time after college. you noticed the way osamu’s eyes lit up when ami smiled back at him. your eyebrows quirked.

“everyone’s scattered around, mostly in the back. drinks in the kitchen, beer pong in the garadge. the usual.” he lets you guys in pointing to each area as if you all hadn’t been there before.

“thanks, samu! c’mon” ami grabs your arm, giving osamu a kirt wave before dragging you into the kitchen where a few familiar faces stood around. you two pour yourselves drink after drink, conversing with some girls you ran into.

“atsumu!” one of the girls waves behind you. you hear him approach, turning around to face him. rintarou stood across the room with the osamu, keeping an eye once he saw the blonde come up to you.

“if it isn’t my favorite girl! how are you, gorgeous?” he slings a strong arm around your shoulder. if you weren’t in such a good mood you probably would have shrugged him off.

“hi, miya” you play into it, giving him a friendly smile. but still, rintarou lingered in the back of your mind.

“miya? ouch, no need to be so formal to the future love of your life.” he puts a dramatic hand to his heart, as if he’d been stabbed. you just roll your eyes, moving his arm and stepping away from him. he puts on his usual pout, ignoring the other girls who were trying to get his attention.

“you’re funny. should be a comedian instead of an athlete.” you comment, taking a sip from the plastic cup in your hand. you ignore the familiar burning sensation of the alcohol in your throat.

“i think that’s the only compliment you’ve ever given me, i’m flattered.”

you roll your eyes at his antics. you should’ve expected this from him.

rin watches from the side, downing his drink a little too fast.

“don’t let atsumu rile you up, man. dude’s just trying to rebound from his last girlfriend who dumped him.” osamu reassures the tall middle blocker, noticing his glaring at his brother.

“rebound? he’s trying to hook up with her or something?” suna’s grip on the cup tightens at the thought of you even being near atsumu in that way.

“who knows, he’s been crushing on her since like second year. why do you care so much anyways? i thought you saw her like a- oh.” his eyes soften. he got it. the time he got lunch with suna a week ago, noticing the hickies on his neck. him mentioning that you were staying at their house over the break.

you two were fucking.

“jesus dude, does your sister know?” he questions, his voice getting a little quieter.

“huh? what, no. we’re both adults, i don’t see why…” rintarou drags on, noticing the way the blonde twin was getting closer and closer to you.

“then why do you- hey! where are you going?” the grey haired twin calls after him, but he just ignores him.

your eyes meet rin’s as he approaches. a hint of relief washing over you. osamu took this chance to chat up ami.

“what’s goin on, dude?” suna puts a hand on the setter’s shoulder.

“suna! missed seein’ you around!” the tipsy man gives his attention to his old friend, giving you a chance to slip away. you give ami some excuse like ‘need some fresh air.’ she just nods, making sure you’re good before continuing her conversation with the calmer twin. you smile at the way her face lit up when talking to him.

you sit on a loungchair by the pool, far enough from everyone. you pull out your phone, giggling at the thought of how mad rintarou would be realizing his sister and bestfriend were flirting. it was kind of ironic though, given your own situation.

your mind started to wander. were you wrong for openly lying to your bestfriend who you adored so dearly? you’d liked rin for years, but since you guys started hooking up, you’ve had a guilty conscience.

what even were you two? you weren’t dating, but more than friends. the stolen kisses you two shared when ami wasn’t in the room. the looks you give each other over dinner or when passing in the hallway. it would all be over in a weeks time. would he move on? find someone else to occupy his time?

“what are you staring at?” the low voice you know oh to well cuts through your thoughts. you realize you spaced out, staring into the changing colors of the pool lights. suna takes a seat next to you on the spacious chair.

“nothing, just thinking.” you shrug, bringing your gaze back to him.

“what are you doing out here?” you add, picking up your drink from the floor and taking a sip. he gives you a small smile.

“couldn’t let you sit out here all alone. especially if tsumu tried hitting on you again.” he watches as your lips meet the cup. your eyebrow quirked.

“hmm. someone jealous?” you smirk, placing your drink back down on the floor, your head already dizzy from all the alcohol you’ve already had. plus your close proximity to the man in front of you did not help.

he snorts. “of him? no way. if you wanted him you would’ve gone for it years ago. plus-“ he leans a little closer. “-he’s not the one who got to fuck you.” oh the liquor made him bold.

it was true, he wasn’t jealous of the setter himself. he was more jealous at the thought of anyone else having you. especially when you leave in a week.

“y’know, tokyo’s only like, three hours away from where i go.” he says. he refuses to look away from you. you just look so good.

“what are you implying?” you cross one leg over the other, leaning a little back to get a better look at him.

“i-i don’t know. just mentioning it.” you scoff at his sudden dry response. your heart feeling a small pang of hurt from remembering what atsumu told you just a few minutes ago before rin came over to save you from his nagging.

‘aw that’s cute. looking over at suna over there. y’know he told me he sees you as a little sister. such a sweet guy looking out for you like that.’ the worst part is he wasn’t even trying to be sarcastic or spiteful, just genuinely praising suna.

“right…” you sigh, standing up to leave. before you can even turn around he reaches for your hand.

“hey, what’s wrong?” his voice is full of worry. your shoulders slump, he stands to meet your height. he still held onto your hand, his thumb rubbing gently over your knuckles.

“i-i’m just drained. think i’m gonna walk back home.” your skin tingles at the way he’s so gentle with you. compared to the way he was in sports.

“let me walk you.”

“no, that’s not necessary rin.”

“you’re drunk, i’m not gonna let you walk home alone.”

“i’m not even that-“ you start, but he cuts you off with a stern scold of your own name.

“fine… but let me text your sister first.” you sigh, sending her a quick ‘don’t feel too god, rintarou’s gonna take me home. are you ok? we can stay if you want.’

she sends back a text that makes you giggle. ‘oh girl, do not worry about me’ you look up and spot her with osamu, she gives you a thumbs up. you knew you were right. she’s been wanting to hop on the samu train since high school. glad she finally got the chance.

‘don’t wait up. probably gonna stay here tonight. do NOT tell my brother he will murder me and samu both.’

you laugh at your phone, suna gives you a confused look.

“what’s so funny?”

“oh, nothing. let’s go.”

you two snuck out the back gate, not wanting to draw any attention. it was bad enough you two were walking out together, a lingering mark still on his neck from just a few days ago.

“you still cold?” he asks, your shoulders brushing as you walk down the dark street.

“nah, ami was right. tequila warms me right up.” you say. plus the close proximity to him kept you warm, his body heat radiating from under his jacket. it stayed silent for a few moments before you speak up.

“was… was atsumu telling the truth?” you say, looking up at him.

“what did that idiot say this time?” he gives a small laugh.

“that you think of me as a sister.” this makes him stop dead in his tracks. he looks at you nervously.

“do you really think we’d have done all we did if i thought that?” he says, pushing a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. you shrug, making him sigh.

“i said that shit in high school. before…”

“before what?” you peer up at him, his callused hands moving to cup your face.

“before i realized i… had feelings for you.” he confesses, making your eyes widen.

when rintarou first realized he was in love with you, it was a little later than when you developed your own crush on him. it was your eighteenth birthday, suna was nineteen and in his first year of college. ami threw you a suprise party at her house, inviting all your friends. you wore your prettiest little outfit. ami even convinced her uncle to get you guys some beers, needless to say, the birthday girl drank most of them.

when the night went on, you spotted rin nursing his own beer on the couch. you come up to him, sitting maybe a little too close than you meant to.

“why’re you sulking here by yourself. s’my birthday! i command you to have some fun, rintarou.” the way you said his name made something stir inside of him. your body faced his, you didn’t even notice the way your dress rode up on your thighs, or the way his eyes immediately went down to them.

“how’s it feel to finally be an adult?” he says, forcing his eyes back on yours.

“s’alright. kinda anticlimactic but i’m glad m’here. glad you’re here.” you admit, the alcohol clearly making you more bold. his eyes widen a little. you weren’t just his little sister’s best friend, you were a smart, funny, beautiful woman. he’s always known you were pretty, it was obvious. but he’d never had a genuine conversation with you like this.

you two talked for half an hour. everytime you’d smile or laugh at something he said, his heart beat would quicken in his chest.

your head whipped when you heard a call of your name from one of your friends. “c’mon! we got you a cake!”

he never forgot the smile you had on your face when your friends put this much effort into your birthday. it just proved what a good, special person you were. he found himself not wanting you to leave, wanting you to stay talking with him. the nagging pain in his heart when you got up to leave, giving him a cute little wave and a ‘talk to you later!’

then it all clicked.

years of glaring at any boy who approached you, smiling whenever he’d see you in the stands of his games cheering him on, the small tingle of excitment in his chest when he knew you were coming over to see his sister.

he’d loved you for so long, and he never even realized it. not until you left for college, leaving him with his own feelings to sort through. so when he found out you were staying with them over the break, god was he estatic on the inside.

you two stand only a few houses down from his. you could easily walk over and continue the conversation there, but he needed you. needed you to know how much he truly cared.

“oh” a hint of nerves crawled up your spine. your head spins. you’d been this close so many times before, but behind closed doors. except that one time in the kitchen.

but he held you in the middle of the street, not caring that anyone could walk out of their house and see you two. his forehead presses against yours, breathing in your air.

you didn’t know what to say, so you just lean up on your tipy toes and peck his lips, making him smile. he wraps his arms around your waist, not a chance of letting you pull away from him.

“rin, someone might see.” you giggle into the kiss, he just shakes his head gently.

“i don’t give a fuck, let them.”

you stand in his room. it hadn’t changed very much since the very few times you’d peeked in walking past it before. a few hoodies laid out in his chair from when he was deciding what to wear earlier.

he had a few posters on his walls, some of random volleyball teams and even some random bands. the room smelled like him.

“here, drink some water.” he walks back in, closing the door behind him as he hands you a clear plastic bottle. you take it, your hand brushing with his own. you seat yourself on the edge of his bed, tapping your foot against the carpeted floor anxiously. you take a few sips to relieve your nerves.

“you look really good tonight.” his voice cuts through the silence. your head perks up, eyes meeting his.

“so i don’t look good every other night?” you give him a playful smile. he scoffs, hopping on the bed next to you, making the mattress squeak.

“you know what i mean.” his large hand finds your own, playing with you fingers.

this was probably the first time in the last few weeks you’d been alone for this long together without fucking.

“osamu knows about… us.” his hand doesn’t leave your own. your eyebrow quirks.

“you told him?” you softly ask, not angry or demanding. if anything, you were somewhat flattered he wanted people to know.

“he figured it out. mentioned i was ‘oogling’ you too hard” he gives a small chuckle, squeezing your hand gently. his small little acts of affection always made you relax into his touch. you lead your head on his strong shoulder, sighing.

“you think he’ll tell ami?” you peek up at him, moving a peice of his dark hair away from his eyes. he just shrugs.

“probably not. even if he does it wouldn’t be the worst thing.” he kisses your forehead.

“i’d rather her find out when i’m hours away. i don’t need to be murdered in my sleep for lying to her.” you reply. he just laughs.

“c’mon. you’re the only girl she’d ever approve of me being with. she loves you, my parents love you, i-“

you cut him off with a kiss to his surprisingly soft lips, pulling him in by the nape of his neck.

he smiles into the kiss, his hands going to your waist to bring you closer.

“c’mere” he grabs your hips, helping you straddle his lap, facing him. you hold back a gasp when you feel his half hard dick

“someone’s impatient…” you mumble into his mouth, he bites your lip in retort. you try to pull back but his mouth just follows yours, hands gripping your waist for dear life so you didn’t fall right off his lap.

“look so pretty in your little skirt-“ one of his hands reaches under your skirt, groping your ass through your panties, making you gasp.

“-wanted to drag you in the bathroom and fuck you over the counter.” his kisses go down your jaw, sucking new marks into your neck and collarbones.

“jesus, rin.” your voice is needy. you unconsciously grind your hips into his, needing some some sort of friction. the action made him groan.

your breath catches in your throat when he switches your positions, you laying on your back on his bed while he stands over you. his eyes go to your lifted skirt, holding back a groan when he sees the growing wet patch on the fabric of your panties.

he breathes out your name, looking up at you while slowly kissing down your exposed thighs, kneeling down. you squirm under him, he just gives your thigh a threatening squeeze. “stay still, pretty.” his nose finds your clothed clit, making you gasp.

“y-you don’t have to-“

“shush. i want to, so badly.” he assures, licking your clothed cunt. the fabric adding to the stimulation, making you grip his sheets underneath you.

he slides your soaked panties to the side, the cool air hitting your now exposed pussy.

“always so pretty for me.” he immediately delves into your cunt, lapping up and down you folds before focusing on your clit. you let out mewls of his name, gripping at his dark locs of hair.

he brings you closer to him, his arms locking under your thighs so he’s holding you up to his mouth. he could do this forever.

he moans into your wetness, the sounds of your pleasure making him practically get off. he slowly grinded his own hips into the bed, but not letting himself cum unless it was with you.

you’d never felt like this before. the constant laps of his hot tongue compared to his mouth sucking on your clit making you clench your thighs around him. he groaned at a certain harsh tug to his hair, the vibrations on your pussy only adding to the pleasure.

what really got you close to the edge though was when his tongue prods itself into your tight hole, making you try and pull away from how overwhelmed you were with how good it felt.

“f-fuck, rin, s’too much.” your thighs start to shake around his head, but he only speeds up. his nose catching on your clit while his tongue dips into you, pumping in and out. you let out a loud moan when you start to cum around his tongue, suna not even daring to stop. if all he could eat for the rest of his life was your pussy, he’d be between your legs all day everyday.

your hips roll into his face, wetness coating his chin and nose. you have to push his head away when it starts to get too much. he pulls away, panting. he wipes his mouth with his sleeve, crawling up on top of you to kiss you. you sigh into the kiss when you taste yourself on his tounge. it got you aroused all over again.

“rinnn” you whine, hands tugging at his hoodie.

“what’s up, baby?” he kisses your cheek, a smug smirk on his face looking down at you. he looked absolutely heavenly looking over you, hands on either side of your head.

“need you” you pout up at him.

“what do you need, hmm?” he sits up on his knees to pull his hoodie over his head, his bare chest and toned abs on display. you practically moan just at the sight of him. you’d never get bored of this view.

“you- your cock… please” your hands go straight to his abs, kissing down his pecs and stomach. he chuckles at you, hand smoothing down your hair.

“want me t’make you feel good?” he pushes your shoulders back down so your back is completley pressed against the sheets. you nod frantically.

“anything for my gorgeous girl.” he slides his pants and boxers off, throwing them somewhere on the floor. while he does this you take your chance to rip your top off, along with your bra.

he crawls back over you, slotting himself between your legs. you look at him expectedly as he pulls out his already hard cock. pre cum already leaking from his raging pink tip.

he lines himself up with you, impatiently siding himself into your needy hole.

you’d never felt him from this angle before, the way he was perfectly slotted inside of you.

he slowly moves his hips, cock sliding deliciously in and out of you. your eyes screw shut.

“g-god rin, feels so good, fuck!” your hands go straight to his shoulders, not caring how badly your manicured nails were dragging down his arms.

but it wasn’t enough for him. he grabs your legs, hoisting them over his shoulders as he pumps even deeper.

“there we go. so f-fucking perfect, baby.” his breath hitched as his pace quickens, fucking into you at the perfect speed and angle.

you let out the most borderline pornographic moan when the head of his cock hits that spongey spot deep inside of you. his hand goes to pinch and tug at your nipples, making you mewl.

“rinn!” you cry out as he pounds into you relentlessly. this was by far your favorite angle with him.

“right here, pretty.” he wants nothing more than to reach down and kiss you, but he didn’t wanna hurt your poor legs. plus you felt so good he didn’t wanna move. so instead his thumb goes to your slick pussy, rubbing and pinching at your clit.

“so fuckin’ messy.” he grunts, your cunt practically trapping him in. you watch as he spits down where you two meet, adding extra lubricant. the sight made you feel so dirty, but so fucking good.

his eyes watched the way his cock entered you so insanley perfectly. like you were made to take him. the wet noises coming from your arousal whenever he thrusts in and out and the sounds of your mixed moans filled the quiet room.

his head rolls back and he groans, he wanted to kiss you so bad.

“fuck- switch. want you to ride me.” you pout when he pulls out, leaving you feeling so empty.

you sit up, as he sits leaning against the headboard. he gives his cock a few pumps when he watches you climb on him, hands on his shoulders as you line his cock up with you. his hands hold your waist for support as you sink yourself down onto him.

you let out a moan when he’s fully seated inside of you. you move off of him almost all the way, bouncing yourself up and down his cock.

“oh-“ you moan as he snaps up his own hips to meet your own. you hear as his head slams against the wooden headboard with a grunt.

he grabs your throat, bringing you in to kiss him. it was messy and needy. all tongue and teeth at how fucked out you both were. he pulls back, his hand still lingering on your throat as the roll of your hips gets faster and faster.

his eyes focus on the marks he left on your neck, running a finger over the fresh dark purple hickies lingering all over your neck and chest. then his eyes go to your bouncing tits, grabbing them and bringing one into his mouth.

you groan when he bites down.

“rin- can’t anymore. g’nna cum” you whine out, your hips getting tired and messy. he sits up more straight, grabbing your hips and slamming up into you, making your eyes roll back.

“cum all over my cock, baby. told ya i’d make you feel good.” sweat beaded up by his brow, he was focusing on his thrusts.

“c-cum inside me rin! please, wanna feel you inside.” you plead. brain feeling like it’s short circuiting, the only thing running through your brain was how good his cock felt pumping inside of you.

he kisses you as you moan into his mouth, cuming around him and squeezing his dick. he pulses inside of you, warm cum filling you up as you share eachothers moans. your kiss goes from rushed and hot to sweet and tender as you come down from your orgasms. neither one of you makes a move to pull away, his cock softening inside of you.

“again?” you pant, kissing his cheek and looking at him with pleading eyes.

you yelp when he pinches your waist, but it turns into a small whine when you feel him get hard inside of you again.

“you’re gonna kill me, gorgeous.”

the clock read 6:28 AM. the sun was barely rising, you lie on rintarou’s chest as you two peacefully slept, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. his fluffy blanket wrapped snug around you.

the front door quietly creeks open, and shuts.

“shit that was loud as fuck” a hushed high pitched voice whispers. the younger suna sneaks up the stairs, shoes in hand, expecting to find you asleep in her bedroom. but the room was empty. the house was silent, her brother’s door closed.

hmm, that’s weird. you guys came back from the party, right?

ami knocks on her brother’s door, loudly in attempt to wake him up.

“hellooo?” she asks where you are, opening the door abruptly. “did you guys not come back from the party-“

“what the fuck?!”

a/n: need suna (requests) i love this man.

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sunaluv · 11 months

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head empty only thinking about mutual pining with best friend!Suna

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- the dating allegations the two of you have gotten from the volleyball team were SO CONSTANT to the point where you’ve stopped denying it, let the people think what they think, it’s not like it was far from the truth you wanted anyways.

- the volleyball team are so insistent that you two are together that they’ve started referring to you as ‘suna’s girl’ whenever someone tries to flirt with you or jokingly whenever someone gets too close.

- suna isn’t big on pda, but he doesn’t know why he always has the urge to be touching you, whether it be hands brushing, thighs touching whenever your sat next to each other, arm around your shoulder whenever you’re sat together etc.

- he’s tried dating before, but the girls always found it off putting that he had a girl best friend who he was so close with 🫣. most ended up breaking up with him because it was painfully obvious he liked you.

-pet names omg. you didn’t even blink when he called you ‘baby’ for the first time.

- you both know the line between friendship and being in love with each other has been blurred, but the two of you were too like…nonchalant(?) to talk about it.

- you would have your own movie nights which would end up with him being in your arms whilst your lying down, gently stroking his hair as the two of you fall asleep.

- the two of you really did not want to talk about the status of your relationship 💀 pretty sure there was a silent agreement that the two of you were together, the team noticed it too. but yeah you stopped talking to people romantically as did he.

- you eventually had to have the chat and you finally got into that mushy gushy lovey stuff and that’s when you ‘officially’ became a couple

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#hq drabbles #suna headcanons #suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader

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heich0e · 2 years

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wake up call suna rintarou/f!reader (haikyuu!) word count: 2k tags: sfw but suggestive, classic morning after meltdown, walk of shame (bedroom to kitchen edition), pining, fwb to lovers, idiots to lovers, instagram story repliers to lovers, bestfriend!terushima, implied teruyams. a/n: i heard suna rintarou has a 8 pack... i heard he’s shredded

I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up—

“I fucked up.”

“Good morning to you too,” Yuuji chirps from the other line as you answer his call. His bright tone is a stark contrast to your own hoarse, panicked whisper—having frantically fished your ringing cellphone from the bottom of your tangled bedsheets when it woke you. “What did you do this time?”

"I..."

You hear the unmistakable sound of your shower running down the hall of your one bedroom apartment, sucking in a breath.

"... am going to be late for brunch.”

“Ohhh.” Your best friend’s tone of voice turns salacious. If there's one thing you can count on, it's that Terushima Yuuji is nothing if not insatiably gossip hungry. “Who did you do this time?"

"Yuuji..." you trail off, weary and miserable.

"I should have known what you were up to when you disappeared from the bar last night without saying goodbye.”

“Yuuji,” you repeat yourself, though this time it's a harsher snap that's punctuated by a painful throb buried deep between your temples. “I’m serious, this is bad.”

“Oh no,” he says with a dramatic gasp, quickly realizing just what—and who—you’ve done.

You let out a dismal, pathetic little groan.

“You said it was never gonna happen again! Swore up and down that you’d rather be struck dead than ever—“

“Shut up,” you hiss, another pang of your aching hangover blooming behind your eyes. “This is all your fault!”

“My fault? You’re the one who was all ‘Yuu I’m getting transferred to Nagano wah wah wahhh I’m not going to know anybody wah wah Oh, doesn’t your super cute boyfriend’s friend study in Nagano? Can’t you put me in contact with him? i just wanna know one person wahhhhh.’”

“That was insulting,” you sniff following his offensive impersonation of the conversation the two of you had shared ten months prior before you'd moved across the country for your promotion. You push your messy, matted hair back from your face.

“That was spot on and you know it.” He snickers. “Anyway, blaming me for any part of the mess you’ve gotten yourself into here is laughable.”

“If you’d never introduced me to Tsukki I never would have met—“

The shower down the hall turns off, and your head snaps towards your bedroom door—left slightly ajar by the last person to exit it.

“I have to go,” you whisper in a panic, and hang up before you can hear Yuuji’s (surely snarky) reply.

You stumble on your own two feet as you scramble out of bed, grabbing an old oversized t-shirt to pull on from your floor next to your hamper. You hadn’t even cleaned up your apartment last night, you realize in horror, rushing out to your living room.

There are dishes in your sink, a half-empty and uncapped bottle of green tea on your counter that you never finished, a pair of shoes in the middle of your floor, and a pile of work papers on the corner of your coffee table with an empty candy wrapper on top that you'd forgotten to throw away. Your eyes flicker to your closed bathroom door and wonder what humiliating mess you might have left in there.

Your cellphone, clutched tightly in your hand, buzzes with a text.

Tadashi and I’s train home to Sendai leaves at 2, and if I don’t see you before then I will assume you have died of mortification or had your back broken.

Either way RIP.

‘Fuck you’ you text back, sneering at the way he's taking pleasure in your misery.

Your bathroom door opens.

“Hey,” a familiar figure steps out, and a wispy cloud of steam follows. You feel the humid heat kiss your cheeks as he towels the ends of his hair.

There's another wrapped around his waist, but the man before you is otherwise glistening and bare.

“Hi.” You stand like a proverbial deer in the headlights, averting your eyes demurely.

The phone in your hand buzzes again, and your gaze flickers towards it.

I wouldn’t say no to Suna Rintarou’s sloppy seconds 👅

You toss your phone gracelessly behind you onto your couch.

Suna quirks a dark brow as the device lands with an audible little thump among the cushions, but otherwise passes no comment.

Everything on your body aches.

“Sleep well?” he asks you, ruffling the hair beside his right ear with the end of your favourite lilac bathtowel.

No.

“Yeah, you?”

“Mhmm.” He lets the towel rest looped around the back of his neck. He juts a thumb over his shoulder towards the door he'd just exited. “I was gonna wake you to ask but I figured I'd just shower first. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Yeah, no, of course,” you wave your hand dismissively, trying to keep your voice as even and unbothered as possible though you have reason to suspect you might be failing.

It's painfully, hideously quiet in the moments that follow.

“So," Suna says, his uncannily vulpine eyes watching your every move carefully, "wanna grab breakfast?”

“I have plans actually." Your answer comes too quickly and too emphatically even though it’s true. You shuffle into your kitchen just as an excuse to put some distance between the two of you.

He follows.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you reply through the sticky tightness of your throat. “I can make you a coffee though?”

You feel gross. Your skin feels tacky and icky and you desperately need a shower. You're also fairly confident that you didn’t even have the presence of mind (or remaining stamina) to take any of your makeup off last night, and can only imagine what you must look like right now as a result.

Your cheeks flush hot at the realization, and you spin on your heel to face your kitchen cupboards to--if nothing else--spare you another mortifying moment of being too closely perceived.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” you insist, pulling open the cabinet door in front of you and reaching towards the middle shelf to grab your bag of coffee grinds.

“You can hardly bear to look at me." You can tell as he speaks that Suna's getting closer, and panic mounts in your aching chest. You fiddle with the foiled edge of the plastic coffee bag nervously.

“You’re half naked,” you squeak out like it should be obvious.

A large hand appears in your peripheral vision, resting on the cupboard door next to your head and slowly easing it closed.

"I was fully naked last night, and you didn’t seem to have a problem with it then.”

“Suna, I-“ you falter when you turn around and realize just how close he is.

He's right in front of you. So close that you can feel the residual heat from the shower radiating off his exposed skin, so close you can see the droplets of water that still cling to him. His hand still rests flat against the cupboard beside your head, and the other on the counter next to your hip.

“You call me Rin when you’re drinking, you call me Rin when we’re fucking,”--you realize belatedly he has you practically pinned against the counter with his body--“why can’t you ever call me Rin in the morning?”

Your pulse pounds in the back of your throat, and for a terrible, horrifying moment you think you might be sick. In your panic, you duck under his arm and skitter away.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you mumble, heat climbing up your cheeks as you flee to the other side of your tiny kitchen--not that it does much good.

Suna turns and surveys you skeptically as you wring your clammy hands. “Is that so?”

You nod, entirely unconvincingly.

“I don’t think you’re telling me the truth.”

“What reason would I possibly have to lie to you?” you toss back, equally accusatory in tone, but it's clear to both of you that you're floundering.

“Great question," Suna crosses his arms over his stupidly toned chest, "I’d like to know the answer too.”

All you can focus on is how his posture makes both his chest and his biceps look unbelievably good.

“I’m too hungover for this,” you groan, cradling your head in your hands.

“Do you need medicine?” Suna softens in the face of your apparent agony, taking a little step towards you.

“No, no!"--you throw your arm out to keep him at a distance, waving him away dismissively--"And don’t do that.”

“Do what?” he asks, head tilting to the side in confusion.

"Y'know..." Your mouth opens and then closes again as you try to string together any coherent sequence of words. "Be all… nice to me.”

“Don’t be nice?" Suna's already monotonous voice is impossibly flat as he interrogates you. "Why not?”

“Because you’re you!” you finally snap, exasperated and flustered and wishing more than anything that you could just crawl back into your bed and pretend none of this ever happened.

“Uh, as opposed to…?”

“You know what I mean!” You huff frustratedly.

He looks at you like he really, really doesn't.

“You’re charming and hot and a professional fucking athlete with an eight pack,”--you gesture accusatorially to his naked torso for dramatic effect--“and yeah you’re a little weird, but honestly it’s kind of infuriatingly cute.”

Suna glances down and quietly counts his own abs, seeming genuinely surprised when he finds that you’re not wrong.

“I thought I only had 6,” he says, mildly impressed, as he looks up. “I think you’re cute too, by the way.”

You resist the urge to scream, settling instead for crouching with your head held in your hands.

It's quiet again, and you squeeze your eyes shut against the painful pulse you can feel pounding behind them.

Your voice is softer, more defeated, when you finally do speak.

“You’re you, and I’m me, and we’re us. And us just… doesn’t do nice.”

You hear Suna shuffle towards you, his bare feet appearing in front of your downturned gaze as he crouches in front of you and mirrors your stance.

“Hey, don’t I get a say in any of this?” he asks, surprisingly gentle.

“You can’t really will two of your abdominal muscles away,” you mumble.

“I’m not talking about my abs,” he says, but he can’t help but laugh a little. “Didn’t it ever occur to you that there’s a reason I keep coming over here? That there’s a reason we keep hooking up?”

You blink, pursing your lips. You still refuse to meet his gaze though you can feel it on the features of your face.

“I’m annoying? And surprisingly hard to shake when I’m drunk and propositioning you?”

“Yeah,” he replies simply, “and I also happen to like you.”

You suck in a sharp, wounded breath. “It’s… different for me, Rin. I-I’m worried that I like you more than I should. And I don’t know when it happened, or what to do about it.”

“There you go making decisions all on your own again.”—Suna clicks his tongue admonishingly—“I reply to every single one of your Instagram stories.”

He makes the announcement as if it should clear everything up, though it unsurprisingly does not.

You blink, peeking up at him from under your lashes.

“You’re just always on your phone.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” he admits, running a hand through his wet hair and pushing it back from his face. He draws in a little breath and holds it for a moment, like he’s steeling his nerve. “Do you have any idea how often I bug Tsukki for updates on you? How you are, where you’ve been, if you mentioned me? It’s kind of pathetic. I’m pretty sure he’s muted my text notifications.”

You don’t understand.

“Why?”

He laughs, though the sound is relatively mirthless.

“Because I like you. I already said that.”

“You like fucking me,” you argue, hiding your face in your hands.

“No,” he’s exasperated now, and you realize that this might be the most you’ve ever actually spoken to Suna about anything that isn’t, well, directly related to being penetrated by him. “I mean, yeah, obviously. But I also think you’re funny, and have good taste in music, and find it really fucking cute when you text me at two o’clock in the morning trying to start a fight with me just because you want me to come over.”

Terushima did once accuse you of using instigation as foreplay.

“I was keeping things casual because I thought it was what you wanted, not because I thought it was all you deserved.” He ducks closer to you, and gently pries your hands off of your face so you have no choice but to look at him. “I’m gonna say this once to make it perfectly clear: I like you just as much as you like me. Hell, maybe more. You’re free to do with that information what you will, but I just… need you to know.”

He stares at you, hands loosely circling your wrists as he holds them away from your burning face, and you have absolutely no choice but to stare back.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Okay,” you agree.

You’re both breathing heavily, your heartbeat racing in your chest.

Suna looks suddenly quite guilty, his narrow eyes flickering away.

“I really wanna fuck you right now,” he admits breathily.

“I really need to shower,” you say, but you sound almost remorseful. “And I wasn’t lying about having brunch plans.”

“I could come with you,” he offers, his grip sliding up from your wrists to cradle your hands with his own, his fingertips trailing over your knuckles.

“My shower is pretty small…”

“I meant to brunch,”—he threads his fingers through your own and squeezes, accompanying the gesture with a breathy little laugh—“but thanks for thinking of me.”

“Oh,” you mumble, too fixated on how much bigger his hands are compared to yours to offer much else.

Suna groans suddenly, dropping his forehead to your collar.

“You look good in my shirt,” he says, but in spite of the compliment it almost sounds like a complaint. “it’s kind of driving me crazy.”

You thought that you’d pulled on your own oversized t-shirt, but in your hungover, barely-conscious panic you had in fact put on his.

Suna smells like your shampoo when he nuzzles against your throat, and he’s still deliciously warm from his shower as he slumps into you on your kitchen floor. The early morning sunshine streams through the windows behind him in your living room, and your eyes flicker to the bag of coffee you’d abandoned on your counter.

Your fingers gently brush against Suna’s nape, running through the damp tendrils of hair that curl against his neck.

“I… really do need to shower,” you say, though it takes a lot more of your willpower than you’re willing to admit. “But… there will be other brunches.”

Suna pulls back to look at you.

“Yeah?” he asks, a smile playing at his lips that crinkles the corners of his eyes. He’s so close that you can see the single dimple on one side of his mouth, and the faint freckles smattered around the highest points of his cheeks.

“Yeah,” you agree, soft and affectionate.

“Okay,” he says.

“Okay,” you echo.

#suna rintarou x you #suna rintarou x reader #suna x you #suna x reader #suna #suna rintarou #hq drabble #hq writing #hq fic #writing

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devilstruly · 1 year

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A MAN WRITTEN BY A WOMAN

pairing - multi x gn. reader

sumarization - my favorite hq boys as specific things i want in a man/s/o

> KUROO TETSURO as watching your favorite shows with popcorn on the table and a blanket in case it gets cold. you're just friends for now, both pining over each other, and you make him watch kdramas to test him. he's incredibly invested in every storyline, gives opinions on the characters, etc.

> KUROO TETSURO as lying on the grass by the river in the middle of the night while looking up at the starry sky and relishing in the comfortable silence.

> MIYA ATSUMU as the golden retriever himbo. shamelessly flirts but is surprisingly easy to fluster. would do anything for his friends and family and is not afraid to let it be known. the type to think impulsively but it comes in handy under pressure.

> MIYA ATSUMU as playing volleyball together. you enjoy the sport and so does he, which results in both of you calling each other at any time to play.

> SUNA RINTARO as making you playlists to communicate how he feels. there are two types. 1 - sentimental and sweet easy flowing type of songs that are just nice to listen to at any given time, and 2 - suggestive songs like chase atlantic, arctic monkeys and such.

> SUNA RINTARO as 'i'm outside, let's go eat'. takes you out for ice cream and then watches you as you sing your heart out to the song blasting on the radio while he drives along the highway.

> IWAIZUMI HAJIME as knowing your coffee order by heart and always showing up with one at random times when he feels you need it.

> IWAIZUMI HAJIME as the gym boyfriend. best spotter you could ever have, promises to give you a reward when you're back home if you push through this set. taps your ass or thighs while you do barbell squats. gets a bit turned on when you do hip thrusts but won't let his mind wonder until later.

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gabseyoo · 1 year

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i wanna be yours

pairing: suna rintarō x fem!reader.┆wc: 5,9k.

summary: your usual smoking date with your best friend takes an unexpected turn after a certain song starts playing.

content: modern au, friends to lovers, pining, feelings realization, stoner!suna, stoner!reader, drug use (weed), drugged sex, shotgunning, kissing, cunnilingus, face sitting/riding, spanking, manhandling, light masochism/sadism, unprotected sex, creampie.

Sunarin:

r u still coming???

or what

don’t stand me up

You held back your laughter when you saw his messages, you had agreed to meet at 8 pm and it was 8:03, and yet he was already doubting your visit to his place; by the way, you found it funnier because you were just about to knock on the door of his apartment— so instead of continuing with your previous action, you decided to answer his text.

You:

open the door.

Only a few seconds later, a Suna Rintarou dressed only in athletic shorts and a black tank top opened the door, “Looks like I manifested you.” He said, stepping aside to let you in. “Why are you late?”

“I told you I was on my way ten minutes ago, why you still ask when I’m only late by like, three minutes?” You joked as you took off your jacket, which Suna then took to hang on the coat rack by his door.

“I never know when you might get lost on the way, you’re clumsy.” He flicked your forehead to emphasize his words, “Excuse me for worrying about you.”

You dramatically gasped before giving him a light punch on the arm. “Better say you couldn’t wait to see me.”

“I don’t think so.” You noticed how a chuckle threatened to escape his lips before he continued, “I was actually asking just to know if I was starting without you or not.”

“You can’t wait three minutes?” You poked your finger playfully at his stomach, to which he jumped back quickly. You knew he was ticklish, so that area of his body was an easy target to tease him.

“Of course not,” He snorted, “I value my time.”

“Yeah, right.”

You walked behind him on your way to his living room, and although his house was already somewhat familiar to you, you never got tired of admiring how cozy and masculine it was. Some vinyls hung on the wall as decoration, the occasional painting or photo from his high school days, also the music that almost always played from the sound system in his living room, which was now playing Post Malone. The whole place screamed Suna Rintarou and maybe that’s why you liked it.

Not because you liked Suna, but because you liked his style.

Already in front of the couch, he plopped down on it and then leaned forward to the coffee table where a half-done joint lay, which he took in his hands to finish it while you sat next to him.

These smoking dates had started about a year ago, shortly after meeting Rintarou through mutual friends at a party where you two ended up smoking weed at three in the morning on the host’s old couch. You and him got along so well that since then, you’ve been messaging each other daily, going out to eat or hang out, and occasionally getting together for a smoke, —like right now— but of course, everything as friends.

Your friends were actually surprised at how far you and Suna had come without fucking, they found it hard to believe how two attractive people could spend so much time together, even under the influence of alcohol or drugs, without becoming affectionate. And the truth was that you didn’t know either, not even Rintarou did; it just hadn’t happened and it wasn’t like you wanted to ruin the strange friendship you had developed.

It was a nice friendship. Lately you have become more comfortable with each other. Suna doesn’t even bother to wear a shirt in your presence anymore, the same when he visits your apartment and you feel comfortable enough to let him in when you only have a towel covering your body because you just got out of the shower, or wear your extremely revealing pajamas regardless of whether you flashed something or not; you even talked about each other’s sexual experiences as if it was nothing— by this point you could say that you guys were like best friends, right?

Comfort and confidence, that was how you and Suna Rintarou felt about each other, and that’s more than okay.

“It amazes me how fast you can do these things.” You spoke, watching him roll the joint in less than a minute and run it across his tongue to seal it.

“What can I say, practice makes perfect.” Suna said with that cocky smile of his, scanning the joint one last time before handing it to you, “There you go— and wait for me, you little eager thing.” He added, pointing you accusingly, to which you rolled your eyes as you took the cannabis stick.

“Killjoy.”

As you played with the joint between your fingers, you admired the way he made another one. You always found it strangely entertaining to watch him do his thing, the way the veins in his hands stood out a little as he moved them, how he placed the weed on the paper and the skillful, almost automatic way he rolled it. But your favorite part was always when he brought his little creation to his mouth to seal it, and as if he knew this, your gaze and his met as he slowly ran his tongue over the rolling paper. Fuck, why is he doing it so slow? He looks stupid.

Out of sheer pride you refused to give up the little staring game that had randomly started, but as always, Rintarou found a way to make you lose, this time by asking a question decorated with a smirk, “Like what you see?”

You frowned and leaned against the backrest, “You wish.”

“How do you know?” The mocking tone did not go unnoticed in his response, and although you wanted to give him a well-deserved kick, you preferred to bring the joint to your lips. He was quick to light it for you using the black lighter, which you had in fact given him, to then light his own and begin the little smoking date.

It was almost always like this, just you and him in his living room, with background music playing on shuffle while you smoked and talked about everything and nothing.

One second you could be talking about the gossip going on in your circle of friends, then the standings in Formula 1, and then you would end up talking about alien conspiracies. The best thing is that these conversations didn’t always have to be under the influence of cannabis, you could be completely sober and still have a good time; and maybe that’s why you loved spending time with him and he with you.

“Remember this girl I told you about?” He broke the comfortable silence suddenly with his question. “We don’t talk anymore.”

You inhaled the smoke deeply and exhaled it before answering, “The girl you were shotgunning at the twins’ party last week?” You didn’t expect to sound this specific, but you blamed the weed for making you loosen your tongue.

“Yeah, that— wait. How did you know that? You didn’t even go to the party.” He looked at you suspiciously as he inhaled more smoke into his lungs.

“You seem to forget that half of your friends have me in their close friends.”

“Assholes. I’ll tell them to block you.”

“So you can blow smoke into other girls' mouths without me noticing?” Although your words could be mistaken for jealousy on their own, the mocking tone with which you said them showed that you were just teasing him.

Suna answered your question with a simple mhm since he had the blunt between his lips again, so you added a playful, “You’re breaking my heart.”

Your last sentence made him let out the smoke he had just inhaled along with a chuckle, “Don’t be jealous. You know I’m faithful to you.”

This was also normal between you and Suna Rintarou. This kind of teasing. Several times people who had overheard you would mistake that you were flirting or even ask if you were dating, only to surprise them by saying that you were just friends and that was the way you got along.

“Yeah, right—” For some reason, his statement almost brought a smile to your face, but you concealed it by continuing the topic of conversation. “Anyway, what happened to that girl in the end? You just told me she liked you.”

You had heard about this girl just two weeks ago, when Suna told you that she had asked him out and he accepted because she was pretty hot, ‘But not as hot as you, don’t be jealous.’ you remembered him saying, to which you responded with your famous ‘You wish’.

Although, if you dug a little deeper inside yourself, you could find a certain sense of relief that whatever he had with her was short-lived.

“She wasn’t my type.”

You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, “If I remember correctly, you said your type was a hot girl who smokes weed. What do you mean she wasn’t your type?”

“Well, she wasn’t my type’s type.” He retorted, rolling his eyes making you giggle. “But… you want me to tell you the truth?” The question caught your attention, not only out of curiosity to know what he was going to say but also because of the serious tone with which he said it.

But, if your hunch was right—and knowing him—it was probably going to be something silly. Still, you nodded. “Tell me.”

He took his time to take one more drag of his now half-smoked joint, his now red eyes met yours as he exhaled the smoke and a half smile appeared on his face before he said, “I found out you’re the only one I like to blow smoke into her mouth.”

Neither of you stopped looking at each other for… how long had it been? Seconds? Minutes? Who knows. But that was before you let out a laugh—perhaps out of sheer nervousness or because you actually found his remark funny—and instantly, Suna started laughing too. As you thought, silly.

“Good one, Rin.” You said as you stilled your laughter, going back to inhaling more smoke and avoiding his gaze at all costs. You didn’t want to admit it, but before that little fit of laughter, you felt your heart race and your stomach flip because you didn’t expect him to say something like that in such a serious way, but let’s say it was because of the effect of the cannabis that was starting to kick in and not because of anything else.

“You don’t believe me?” The playful tone in his voice was back, “Look at me.”

You didn’t even have time to ask what he was going to do, because as soon as you turned your face in his direction again, he was already aggressively blowing the smoke right in your face.

“Idiot! It almost got into my eyes!” You shouted, punching him on the shoulder while the bastard had the audacity to laugh. If you didn’t like his laugh as much as you do, you’d probably bury the lit joint in his mouth. “Asshole.”

“I-I’m sorry. Couldn’t help it.” He managed to say as he stilled his laughter and you immediately felt his hand on your wrist to get your attention again. “You mad?”

Honestly, you could never be seriously mad at him no matter how much you wanted to be, and he was such a bastard that you knew he used that soft spot you had for him to his advantage. But that ‘soft spot’ didn’t mean you always let him have it easy; so between giving up easily or insulting him, you decided the latter, “Fuck you.”

And as if he had already been waiting for that answer from you, he just laughed. “I’m sorry. Let’s do it again.”

If you didn’t have an almost finished joint in your hand, you would have folded your arms to add more drama to the childish remark you were about to say, “I’m afraid to tell you that you’ve just lost your shotgunning privileges, Sunarin.”

“Noo, those are my favorites.” He pouted, and his index finger began to poke your arm insistently. “Y/N, c’mon, just once. Pleasee?”

Okay, he’s acting like a child, with that tone of voice, that pout in his mouth and the bambi eyes he’s directing at you in order to get you to give in. Why does he have to look at you like that? Why does he have to be so cu— sorry, irritating?

So for the sake of your patience, you said, “You blow smoke in my face like that again and I’ll kill you.”

His triumphant smile made you roll your eyes, “Promise.”

You left your joint on the ashtray on the coffee table before leaning back and resting your head on the back of the couch, making yourself comfortable; Suna did the same, imitating your posture so you ended up having his face only a few inches away.

From that closeness you could appreciate in detail the features of his face; from the captivating green of his eyes to the light pink of his lips, you could even feel his breath mingling with yours and for a moment you forgot the main reason why you had gotten so close.

“Ready?” He asked before bringing the joint to his mouth.

Your little mhm was enough for him to finish inhaling the smoke and move a little closer to the point where your noses were touching.

You opened your mouth slightly as he began to blow (now slowly) the smoke into it which you gladly received; and, as if the universe wanted to turn that moment into a movie scene, a song you knew very well started to play on the speakers: I wanna be yours, by Arctic Monkeys.

“I fucking love that song.” You whispered, letting the smoke out of your mouth and closed your eyes in an attempt to enjoy the melody more.

You heard Suna mumble a me too and then start singing along with you and Alex Turner’s voice.

You call the shots, babe. I just wanna be yours…

A second before the chorus started, you decided to open your eyes again, finding Suna with his cheek slightly squashed against the back of the couch—you couldn’t help but think it looked kinda cute—and with his reddened eyes fixed on you, had he been staring at you like that the whole time?

Without taking your eyes off his, you decided to keep singing the chorus under your breath.

I wanna be yours, wanna be yours…

Rintarou smirked before asking in a whisper, “Are you singing it to me?”

And ignoring again the nervous beating of your heart, you replied, “You wish.”

“Actually, I do.”

In the blink of an eye, his lips were already on yours and you never thought you would be responding to a kiss from Suna Rintarou as fast as you did, you didn’t even think twice, you just let yourself go, tasting his mouth with your tongue and bringing one of your hands to his cheek.

One of his hands went to your thigh and you got the message quickly— you slipped one leg over his without breaking the kiss to sit on his lap, immediately he grunted in satisfaction and his hands settled on your hips.

Dozens of thoughts were going through your mind every second, thoughts like: God. His mouth tastes like weed, will mine taste the same? Why did he kiss me? Why did I kiss him back? Why does it feel so right? Maybe I’ve wanted this for a long time. Is it possible that I like my best friend? No, gross. But....

Fuck, he kisses so good.

Maybe you liked Suna Rintarou more than you thought.

Fuck, she kisses so good.

Rintarou is actually surprised that you kissed him back, he had mentally prepared himself for the rejection, imagining you pushing him and yelling at him why he did it, even he was ready to laugh and blame it on the weed and the heat of the moment.

Yes, maybe the weed and the heat of the moment influenced a little, but only in the bravery part, because he had wanted to taste your lips for a long time, and now that he had the pleasure of doing it, he wondered why he didn’t do it before.

Maybe because you were afraid of losing your friend, dumbass?

From the first night he met you he knew you were his type, a hot girl who smokes weed. But after talking to you until the wee hours of the morning—as corny as it sounds—he felt a connection with you; one that evolved over the months, reaching the point where he is now, secretly in love with his best friend.

And, love wasn’t the only thing that was gradually growing, but his desire for you too. Rintarou had lost count of the times he felt jealous of the guys you dated, of the times he had woken up with a boner from having wet dreams about you, of the times when he had a girl under him and for a moment he wished it was you instead. It was pathetic and he felt like a pervert; but he had reached his limit and that song, for some reason, only encouraged him more and he just said, fuck it.

Honestly, even though you were kissing him as if your life depended on it, he was still afraid you’d regret all this. So with all his willpower, he pulled away from you, dodging your lips when you tried to kiss him again, he couldn’t help feeling bad when he saw you pouting at his action.

“Y/N… are you okay with this?” He asked while circling his thumbs on your hips.

“Yes.” You replied as soon as the words left his mouth, pressing your lips to his once more, but despite following your kiss, he pulled away again seconds later. “Rin…” You whined.

God, you looked so needy you were driving him crazy. But first he had to make sure everything was okay before taking things any further.

“I just wanna know that you’re aware of what’s happening now.” He looked straight into your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, of displeasure, of anything wrong, but no matter how hard he searched, he only saw a pretty pair of narrowed eyes full of desire.

“Yeah,” You grinned, caressing the exposed skin of his arms. “You kissed me, and I’m kissing you back.”

“Are you liking it?” You looked at him in disbelief while muttering a ‘Isn’t it obvious?’ so he continued, “I mean if you are like, really liking it and not just because of the weed.”

“Weed just makes it better.”

And you were fucking right, because when you gave up trying to kiss his lips and went down his neck, it seemed that his senses had been sharpened. He felt so sensitive to everything, to your breath, to the soft touch of your lips, to your tongue running down his neck, to your teeth biting his ear. It was like his body was reacting to everything, even the slightest movement— and it made him so fucking hard.

It would be a lie to say that Suna hadn’t fucked while high before, he knew it felt too good; but the fact that it was you he was getting physical with made it a thousand times better, and it was a total truth that he had never felt so needy for someone as he did now.

He let a pathetic moan escape his lips and his skin crawled with goose bumps when you sucked just below his ear.

“You won’t regret this later, right?” He whispered, his mouth pressed to your temple.

Your response was accompanied by your hands on his wrists, making him lower his grip to your ass, “I’ll only regret it if you disappoint me.” You took his chin in a strong grip to make him look at you, and after leaving a peck on his lips, you spoke again, “Don’t go easy on me. I like it rough.”

He felt as if something bestial possessed him as he kissed you again with much more fervor than before, squeezing your butt one last time before going to unbutton your jeans almost desperately. You helped him by standing up so he could pull down your garment and finally expose the nice black panties you were wearing.

Suna was quick to get on his knees in front of you and stick his nose against the black cloth that stood between your sex and him, but instead of pushing it aside, he concentrated on running his tongue over it just to tease you. The moan that came from your lips was so fucking angelic and incredibly hot that he could hardly believe it was because of him.

Without waiting any longer, he leaned his back against the couch, resting his head on the seat cushion while with his hands he pushed you towards him. You understood what he wanted to do immediately and you got on the couch, straddling his head.

After stretching his legs out for comfort, he finally pushed the fabric aside with his fingers and licked his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy just waiting to be eaten.

“Keep it aside for me, okay?” He asked in a sweet voice. As soon as your fingers replaced his in the task of holding your panties, he gave you a hard spank to immediately press his tongue against your clit.

Your moans were so sweet, the sweetest he had ever heard in his life and perhaps the only ones he would ever want to hear from now on. Of course, if you wanted to.

Those sounds almost forced him to bring one of his hands to the edge of his shorts, pulling them and his underwear down just enough to free his already leaking cock and he began to stroke it up and down; fast enough to give himself relief, but slow enough not to cum.

His other hand was in charge of squeezing the flesh of your ass, leaving an occasional spank or holding you down to keep you from lifting your hips off his face at the stimulation. All while you had a strong grip on the backrest and your head thrown back, enjoying the pleasure he was giving you.

It didn’t take long when your panting started to increase and you started to move your hips, practically riding his tongue. Suna guessed you were close, and surprisingly, you using him like that brought him closer to the edge too, so he decided to let his cock go and took his hands to your breasts under your shirt, no bra, as usual, so he could play with your nipples while you chased your orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m—” You mumbled, and one more movement of your hips was enough for you to come undone, crushing Suna’s face in the process, but he let you— he let you and enjoyed every second of running his tongue all over your cunt, savoring the taste of your juices.

“Cumming that fast?” He mocked as soon as you lifted your body from his head. “I thought you were gonna last longer than that, baby.” It was the first time Rintarou called you by a petname in a non-sarcastic way, and it slipped so naturally from his lips that he might begin to like it.

“I-It’s the weed.” You tried to defend yourself from his teasing in a shaky voice, it seemed you were still processing the orgasm you just had and who had provoked it.

“Better say you liked my tongue.” Surprisingly, you didn’t reply anything, so he put his shaft back in his shorts to stand up as you sat up straight. This scene looked kind of cute, you sitting on the couch waiting for his next move and him standing in front of you, watching you like a hunter watching his prey. You made eye contact with him and had he continued to fist himself he would have cum at the sight of your post orgasm face.

Suna was quick to take off his shirt, revealing his worked abdomen and he swore he heard you sigh; then, a little roughly, he grabbed the edges of your shirt and pulled it up, and he too sighed at the sight of your bare breasts.

He had already had a few glimpses of them, those times when you didn’t wear a bra and he could see your nipples poking through your shirt; other times when he went to your house and you greeted him wearing nothing but one of your revealing pajamas, which showed a little too much every time you bent over. Out of respect and not looking like a pervert he used to turn his face away and pretend he didn’t see anything. He never thought he’d have the opportunity to see them for his pleasure and on top of that, the opportunity to touch them as he just did. And fuck, what a beautiful pair of tits.

He cupped your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks with his grip and shook your head from side to side in a playful motion. “You’re so fucking cute. Can’t wait to fuck you.”

“And what you waitin’ for?” Your question was accompanied by your hands going to the edge of his shorts to pull him towards you, almost making him stumble causing him to giggle.

“Patience, pretty thing.” He moved his hands down to your hips, playing with the elastic of your panties before he began to pull them down and leave you completely naked.

This was almost like one of his best dreams.

Suna leaned over you again, kissing you once more and pushing you slowly until your back met the seat cushion with him on top of you. His hand went between your bodies until it made contact with your folds, and without hesitation, he inserted a finger slowly, and after checking that you were wet enough, he slipped another one. “I need to stretch you a little more so you can take me.”

No doubt you were quite sensitive, because as soon as he slipped another finger in and lowered his lips to your neck, he felt you begin to squeeze his digits, he took that as a sign that you were about to cum. God, he couldn’t wait for you to do that around his cock any longer.

A whine from you reached his ears as he withdrew his fingers—just before you reached your climax—to remove the last of his clothes as well, completely naked in front of you and rock hard. As soon as he was back on top of you, he took his shaft in his hand to line up at your entrance. “Ready?” He asked.

“Just do it.”

“Shit.” Rintarou grunted as soon as he pushed the tip inside you. He closed his eyes in an attempt to concentrate on not cumming soon as he slid the rest in and felt how warm and tight your walls were. Fuck. He couldn’t believe you had been keeping that pussy from him for so long.

As soon as he opened his eyes and found the spot where you were connected, he couldn’t help but think how much he would destroy you tonight, how much he wanted to leave you sore until you couldn’t walk or sit for days, how much he wanted to see your body marked with his kisses, bites and even his handprints, god, he was losing his mind.

He roughly settled your legs on his shoulders and with a bruising grip on your thighs began to pound into you hard, mesmerized by the way your breasts swayed and the moans that left your mouth each time your skins collided noisily.

Suna was going so hard that you had to hold on to the edge of the couch to avoid being swept backwards with each thrust of his hips; your other hand went to your clit to begin stimulating it, perhaps chasing the orgasm Rin had thwarted with his fingers earlier.

Another time, he would have loved to slap your hand away, tell you that the times you’d cum would only be because of what he was giving you— but he was feeling so good with the way your walls began to squeeze him, he preferred to leave it at that and let you cum on his cock. There would be time for games later.

“Fuck!” You cried as you reached your second climax, arching your back and throwing your head back as you kept circling your sensitive bud to extend your pleasure as much as possible.

Suna swore it was the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed. He already knew that this moment would be engraved in his memory forever and that he’d surely jerk off with this image in his head in the future. Besides, he almost came right then and there when he felt the way your walls squeezed him so deliciously that he had to pull out for a second to recover before putting his cock back in and resuming his thing. Just look what you do to him.

He lowered your legs again, this time holding them below your knees to keep them open so he could keep ramming you as he lowered his head to your neck, immediately sucking and biting your skin with every intention of leaving marks. Your nails dug into his back, the slight pain felt pleasant to him, he already imagined that his back would be full of scratches, but he didn’t mind, on the contrary, he’d be honored that they were made by you.

“N-never thought you, shit, you had such a good pussy.” He spoke between gasps.

“Never thought you had such a big dick either, fuck, like that.”

“Like that?” He asked sarcastically as he pressed his forehead to yours, cupping your face with his large hand and squeezing your cheeks so he could kiss your lips. “You sound like a fucking porn star. You like how I’m fucking you?” His question could answer itself, but he needed to hear you say it.

The ‘mhm’ that left your lips wasn’t enough for him, so he tightened his grip on your face and stared into your teary eyes, “Yes or no?”

“Yes.” Your voice came out in the most sensual gasp he had ever heard.

“Good.” He kissed your forehead before leaving you, ignoring your whimper in protest and your confused look as he stood up to walk to the side of the couch.

You didn't expect it when he grabbed your ankles and pulled you without any gentleness until your hips were on top of the armrest and your back was still against the cushion. But that position didn’t last long, because Rintarou turned you roughly just a second later; your chest now in contact with the cushion as you were bent over the armrest, your ass up and at the mercy of Suna, who took advantage of the position to spank you hard. Like, really hard. Eliciting a cry of surprise from you.

He would have loved to take a picture of his handprint on your beautiful ass. This is what he calls a view.

Suna pushed his still hard cock back into you, groaning at the feeling of going deeper. Your pussy suddenly felt better, so much that he threw his head back in pleasure as he began to move his hips. His senses were heightened and edging himself for a while had already put him in a state of euphoria hard to explain.

He gripped your hips as he increased the force of his thrusts, feeling closer and closer to his longed-for climax. He wasn’t even cumming yet and could already imagine it was going to be mind-blowing.

More and more impacts of his hand met your ass while you asked him between murmurs for more or harder, only turning him on more with your beautiful voice making such lewd sounds to him and for him.

But what brought him to the peak of his euphoria were the words you moaned next, “Rin… come inside me, please.”

“Want my cum inside you, baby?” He asked with a smirk on his face, ready to give you all.

“Yes, please, I want you.”

“Just because you ask so nicely.”

That was all it took for him to thrust deeper and harder until his orgasm came. And what an orgasm. It was really intense and pleasurable, he felt it all over his body as he spilled all his cum inside you.

He even had to take a minute with his eyes closed while he controlled his breathing and tried to clear his mind before coming out of you, of course, immediately watching as his seed came out of your hole, leaking out and even landing on the armrest, but he didn’t care, he’d clean up later.

Tiredness took hold of him, and apparently of you too because you didn’t even make the slightest attempt to move. That’s okay, no matter how tired he felt, he’d still have the energy to take care of you.

“Hey, umm. Wanna go to the bed?”

An hour, after a quick shower with you, he was now more sober, and still with no regrets about what happened lying in his bed, with you.

Honestly, there was an awkward vibe between you two. You had limited yourselves to simply saying things like ‘can you pass me the shampoo’ or ‘do you want a t-shirt of mine’ while somehow ignoring that you had just had the most amazing sex of your lives.

He didn’t think you’d be willing to do aftercare, but here you were, lying against his chest.

There were many things going through his mind at that moment, you had been silent for a long time and that had led him to overthink. Yes, you were in bed with him. Yes, you had agreed to spend the night here with him. Still, he was afraid that you were just smoothing things over before you told him that this wouldn’t happen again and you got him the hell out of your life.

But he knew you, if that were the case, you would no longer be here, in his arms.

So what the fuck was he worrying about?

“Rin?” He heard your voice, bringing him out of his thoughts to pay attention to you.

“Hmm?” He looked down only to find you already looking at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

“Why did you kiss me?”

A disbelieving laugh almost escapes from his lips, “Are you literally asking that after we fucked? I bet you still have my cum inside you.”

And, as if the pre-fuck you had returned, you punched him in the arm. “Idiot. Just tell me.”

There was a suspenseful silence as Suna thought about exactly how to express himself, he knew what he wanted to say, but he didn’t know how.

Wait. He got an idea.

“Well…”

Okay. Let’s just do it. Your eyes told him that everything was fine. He can’t chicken out right now. He’s going to tell you he likes you, even he’s going to make it cheesy.

“I actually meant what the song said.” Suna caressed your cheek with his knuckles as you waited for him to continue, “I wanna be yours.”

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the great war -> I.iii: i know we cut all the ties but you never really listen

WRITTEN PORTION AHEAD !

going over to suna’s house was certainly going to be an experience. not one you necessarily wanted to have, but an experience nonetheless. you sat in your car for a solid 10 minutes before you could even get yourself to press the ignition button to turn the engine off, and another 5 before you bothered taking your seatbelt off.

you let your head fall back against the headrest and shut your eyes. breathe in breathe deep breathe through breathe out. it was going to be a long meeting.

you started to reach for the door handle to get out of your car, your heart racing a million miles per second when your ringtone started going off and startling you away from the handle.

incoming facetime: my kiyoomi 💋✨

[yes, the two of you both had very flirtatious names for one another in your phones. your name in his phone happens to be: “my lovely girl 💞” because— and no, this is not negotiable— having flirty nicknames for your friends in your phone is hella fucking funny idc]

clicking the little green button and slowing your heart rate, you held the phone up by your steering wheel and answered the call.

“what’s up, kiyoomi? i’m busy, yanno.”

“yes, yes, your meeting, i know. that’s why i’m calling. i was hoping i could catch you before you got there.”

“i’m about to go in. what’s happening?”

“i just really want to get it in your head and make sure you understand that rintarou suna is a dick. what he did to you wasn’t okay. i don’t want to hear any shit about him being nicer now or that he’s grown up or changed. he is such an absolute dickhead, name, and he doesn’t deserve any of the wonderful shit you have to offer. you’re my very best friend and i know that you can find someone better for you. what he did to you wasn’t okay, and i hate that you still hold a candle for that fuckface. you’re special, name. don’t forget that. if you weren’t special to him, that’s his problem. you’re special to me, and to kei, and to bo, and to keiji, and to tooru, and everybody else who loves and adores you. you’ll be okay. i’m sure he’s moved on, even if you haven’t. a wise man— my favorite british person, louis tomlinson— once said: ‘here are some words i know that you don’t wanna hear: i think she’s moved on mate, it’s almost been a year.’ even if you don’t want to let him go, i’m sure he’s let you go and you are so much better than pining over an asshole who left you stranded.”

“well if we’re referencing the music industry, my wife taylor once said: ‘please leave me stranded, it’s so romantic.’ so i think that explains that. check and mate.”

“be so fucking for real, name.”

“sorry, sorry. you’re right. i’ll try to keep my mind off of him. it’s just business.”

“that’s my girl.”

“if i didn’t know better i’d say you want me.”

“i want you?”

“damn right, kiyoomi sakusa. you want me soooooo bad. you think i’m just sooooo sexy and hot, don’t you?” you said, managing to hold back your giggles until you were done speaking.

“goodbye, name. i am done with your shenanigans.” he held his hand up to the camera, “talk to the hand.”

“bye bff, mwah”

“bye bye name”

shutting your eyes once more and taking yet another deep breath, you shut off your phone, pocketed it, and stepped out of your car.

“i can do this, i have massive balls. bigger than rintarou’s, tbh. my balls are so big i can do this and not even look like i care. i bet he’ll even think i forgot who he is.” you spoke to yourself as you walked up the driveway to the front door.

mere seconds after you rang the doorbell, yelling encroached from inside the house and you heard somebody running towards the door.

the front door swung open.

“NAME!!!! HI HELLO HI HEY!!! IM SO GLAD YOU MADE IT!!! COME IN!!”

“hi atsumu! what’s got you so energetic this early in the morning?”

“i’m just excited. what, can’t i be excited to see my favorite singer ever?”

“HE HAD THREE STRAWBERRY FANTAS AND WE COULDN’T STOP HIM. RED DYE FUCKS WITH HIS BRAIN.” osamu called from the other room.

“SHUT UP YOU IDIOT I DID NOT EVEN.”

“DID TOO!!”

“WHATEVER, FUCK YOU SAMU! anyway, name, wanna come in?”

“uhhhh yes that would be great, please.” you hesitated a tiny bit when walking inside because it had been less than five minutes of your presence and there was already chaos encroaching.

you walked inside and took off your shoes, following atsumu to the living room.

“okay everyone, this is name!”

“okay well i’ve met samu cause i went to high school with both of you, but it’s very nice to meet you!” you turned and faced the redhead sprawled out on the chair. “satori, right?”

“yes! it’s lovely to finally meet you, sweetheart.”

“aww you’re too sweet. is this everyone?” no suna, and this is his house, so your question was more of a courtesy than anything.

“no, actually.” atsumu started, “we’ve got one more guy, but he went to go change just a second ago… im not actually sure where he-“

“hey, name.”

your posture stiffened as you straightened your back. your smile faltered, eyes riddled with fear, and all the hairs on your neck stood up straight.

you spun around stiffly.

“hi suna.”

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- if any of you saw this before i edited it i accidentally put a screenshot as the first pic of my friends bf cheating on her im so sorry if that was confusing it was not supposed to be there idk how tf i didn’t notice 💀

the great war — a rockstar rintarou suna smau

you used to know rintarou. you knew him back before the world did. you used to know him better than you knew yourself. but nothing perfect ever lasts, does it? after awhile he just stopped responding. you tried to block out every headline you saw featuring his name, and focus on your own music career rather than his. but when one of his bandmates reaches out to you and asks you to open for their upcoming tour, you find yourself stuck traveling all around the world with the man whose inflicted pain inspired most of your first album.

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lovemetsumu · 1 year

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baby, can’t you see? ; miya atsumu x f!reader

˚₊ ⸝⸝ ⟶ tags: bestfriend!atsumu, sfw, one-sided pining, fluff, unrequited love, hurt, slight(?) angst, slow burn(?), not happy ending (room for part two), lots of unsaid feelings, regret, reader is an airhead, pre-time skip to post-time skip, contains manga spoilers.

˚₊ ⸝⸝ ⟶ word count: 1.5k+

˚₊ ⸝⸝ ⟶ notes: been listening to taylor swift’s folklore and evermore a lot lately that i got so motivated and inspired to write again after three(?) years so this fic is dedicated to her <3

you’ve always seen him as your best friend. you and atsumu go way back to when you were in high school. the two of you were classmates, being coincidentally placed in the same section in your last year at inarizaki. you were sat next to him as you both have surnames starting with the same letter (because, of course, your professor wanted you to be alphabetically arranged), and eventually becoming best friends with him and his circle of friends (mainly his twin brother and suna, and the inarizaki men’s volleyball team).

he always wants you to come along when the group goes out together (with you being a massive lazy person preferring to go home). he’d be dramatic about it. he’ll make that stupid face with a pout, fake-cry, and would plead—beg even, and told you, “how ‘bout this, i’ll go with ya to your house and leave that damned bike of yours, then come ride with me. i have plenty of space here in front for ya, hmm?”, then you think about it.

you didn’t seem to notice how atsumu held his breath in that moment as his nails dug through his palms, raking his brain for lost prayers and thought, ‘please, please, please, say yes.’ atsumu looks at you in suspense waiting for your answer, ‘just this one time,’ he follows. though that’s not true. he’d beg for you to come every single time if he’ll have to.

seconds go by, then a minute or two, and you finally said, “fine, but i don’t want to hear you complaining that you’re tired ‘tsumu.” his grin broke out and his arms were suddenly around you—spinning you—like a scene straight out of a movie. atsumu puts you down and ruffles your hair, “c’mon, what’cha waiting for?” while wearing the brightest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

time flies when you’re having fun, people say, because the sky is dark and stars are out and atsumu told your friends he would bring you home and for them to go on without the both of you. so for now, it’s just you and him riding through the country lanes.

the night is quiet, calming, and serene, neither the two of you talked as you pass the plains of hyogo illuminated under moonlight. you were tired, exhausted, choosing to rest in between his arms as your back pressed against his chest, and atsumu thanks the heavens that you’re tired, because if you weren’t, then you would notice how fast his heart is beating, how his breath trembles, and how his lips slightly quiver—all of that from just being close in proximity with you. so when atsumu finally got home he went straight to his room and laid on his bed. he closed his eyes and hoped, wished, and prayed that he could forever live in that perfect moment in time.

but then you’ve always seen him as your best friend, even now when he’s a pro-player for the MSBY black jackals. atsumu invited you to an after-game party the team would throw when they won, and besides, his teammates were dying to meet the girl atsumu was always talking about.

“ya’ ready to come in?” atsumu asked, waiting for you to nod before he opened the door to bokuto’s penthouse—the host for tonight.

“don’t shake omi-kun’s hand, he’s a germaphobe and would leave you hanging,” he tells you as you both navigated the crowd with his hands placed at your back—not wanting you to get strayed from him. he leans in again towards your ear so that the music wouldn’t drown out his words, “ignore both hinata and bokuto when they’re trying to pull you in to their antics,” he pulls away and you laugh.

“you’re mean ‘tsumu,” you say as you lightly slap his arm.

“i’m serious,” he stated before he finally spots them at the second floor railings above the mezzanine. he guided you up the stairs to where his teammates were and introduces you as his best friend, trying not to frown at the word because it reminded him of his place in your life. though, he knows it’s his fault for being too scared to confess, scared you don’t feel the same, but at same time scared that you like him too because if the two of you ever got in a relationship and break up, he’ll lose you forever, so he continues to choose the path in which you’ll always be with him.

atsumu stayed by your side for the entirety of the party. he would always make sure to include you in the conversations and in the photographs being taken. he’d notice when you were being quiet and would ask if you’re tired and would want to call it a night. you shake your head and smile, and he’d put his arms over your shoulder and pulls you towards him, making sure you’re comfortable and never feeling left out.

and after the party atsumu made sure to bring you home safely to your apartment. he walks you up to your door; the both of you drunkenly laughing in the late hours of the night as you recall highlights of earlier’s event. you reach your steps and he stands right in front of you at your apartment door. atsumu stills for a second, eyes hazy with a lopsided smile, “what?” you ask dragging the word, and he just shakes his head and pulls you in for a tight embrace. atsumu kisses your forehead—like he always does when parting ways with you—and his lips linger a little, breathing you in at the same time. ‘she smells so good’ that’s what he thought. you were filling him in every sense that he almost says those three words, thinking this is the perfect time while you’re there in his arms. but you spoke out, “take care when you drive home ‘tsumu,” so he steps back and smiles, “i will.”

you come inside and close your door just as he starts his car engine. atsumu sighs frustratedly and runs his hands through his hair, wondering when will he ever have the courage to tell you face-to-face, so instead he honked his horn three times before driving—signifying the unsaid words that hang from his lips.

and after all that you’ve always seen him as your best friend. even when he pulls up at your office building post-practice on valentines day. he told you through text that he wants to eat at osamu’s onigiri miya, ‘my treat’, he said and would fetch you after work.

you got in his car and sat at the passenger seat, making yourself comfortable as you greeted him in all smiles, “happy valentines!” you say and he returned your greeting, “yer’ gifts in the console,” he said while driving, and as expected, it was your favorite starbucks drink. he would buy that for you every valentines day since the day you met him, ‘casual gift’, that’s what he always told you. but then he’d buy you a thousand roses if the circumstances were different.

“like clockwork ‘tsumu,” you smiled and kissed him on the cheek, “and that’s my gift for you.”

he lets out a chuckle as an attempt to cover up the change in his tone, how hard his grip was on the steering wheel, how his vision seems to blur, or how everything ceased to exist except for the ghost of your lips on his skin. you do this every damn valentine’s after he gives you your drink. he thought he came prepared, but no, because he realized it’ll always hit him like the first time.

and when he was finally eating osamu’s famous onigiri he steals a look at you, thinking that he wouldn’t spend valentines day any other way, though it will be a million times better if this isn’t just casual.

but something changed that day and it strikes you without warning as you laid in bed—sleep not dawning even when it’s way past twelve. you ask yourself, ‘have i only seen him as my best friend?’ you thought about everything atsumu has ever done for you, how he treats you differently compared to other people, how his eyes light up brighter for you, smiles wider for you, and his mood seems happier for you. his lingering hugs, longing stares, hell, his ‘casual’ gifts holds all the answers.

so now gone are the days when you’ve only seen atsumu as your best friend, eight years after you first met him. you’re in the crowd of his game—japan vs argentina—with atsumu playing for the national olympic team. he’s a monster in court and you’re left blown away for every set or serve that he does, and even with all of that, he never fails to spot you amidst the thousands of people watching him. so when the game was finally over you ran to him and he picked you right up and spun you around—just like when you were back in high school.

“i’m so proud of you ‘tsumu,” you whispered.

“i wouldn’t be here without ya’.”

but you couldn’t prepare yourself for the ache that would come a week after as he introduces you to a girl, “we just started dating,” he said. atsumu has never told you about a girl before and him presenting her before you means that this really might be something. you put up a smile, though it doesn’t reach your eyes—your heart feeling like it’s being ripped a million little times.

‘are we just meant to best friends?’, you ask yourself, wishing you had realized earlier back in time how atsumu felt, silently mourning what the two of you could’ve been.

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star-redfiles · 10 months

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phone calls and truths

osamu miya x reader

word count: 1k

“alright, we’ll meet you there!”

you cheerfully close the phone and instantly snap your neck to the giggling boy beside you. “shut up, rin,” you grumble. he ignores you and continues laughing, so you bring up a hand to his right bicep and pinch until he starts to wince.

“ow, ow, ow! alright, i’ll stop!” suna whispers aggressively, trying to keep his voice as low as possible on the crowded bus. you release your fingers and he rubs the spot where you pinched him, assessing the damage. “it’s just that your face is so red right now, you look like a tomato,” he teases. a small laugh nearly escapes the boy and you raise your palm as a threat. suna shifts his body to dodge and winces, to which you lift your head in triumph.

“i don’t actually look that red, do i?”

you turn back to suna with a worried look and he only – apathetically – shrugs in response. after throwing him a glare, you reach into your bag and scour for your hand-mirror in your bottomless pit of a tote bag. with a small “ah!”, you pull out the mirror and move it around your face, trying to examine your complexion as best as you can in the lighting of the bus.

after he decides he’s watched you desperately look at yourself in the mirror like an idiot enough, your cousin interjects, “if it makes you feel any better, I think that dumbass is way too focused staring into your eyes or whatever to notice.” you weakly slap the back of his head and he starts giggling again. “come on, you should be happy about it! as his best friend, i can confidently say that he likes you back.”

you only roll your eyes and grunt at a loss for words, sinking into the chair behind you. “no way, i bet he sees me as family or something. i’m his best friend’s cousin for god’s sake. isn’t it weird?”

it’s suna’s turn to roll his eyes this time. he faces you with a deadpan expression. “there’s no way he sees you as family or even just any other friend, ok? he’s way too nice to you for that. if anything, it would be weird for me. but at this point, watching you pine for each other is such a big pain in the ass that i don’t care anymore. i think he’s too scared to tell me but i can tell anyways, so just trust me when i say that miya osamu likes you.”

“whatever,” you wave away the finger he has pointed towards you, and look out the window with a face of melancholy. “i won’t believe it until he actually says it to my face or something.” you sigh as the bus drives by a couple in matching outfits, sat on a bench sharing a bag of treats. you could see yourself and osamu in them, remembering how you were the only one allowed to share his food. if you weren’t blinded by self doubt, you might’ve seen that as a sign that suna was actually telling the truth.

but even despite that endearing fact, the thought of the grey-haired twin reciprocating your feelings feels like too big of a reach. a million thoughts run through your head while you contemplate what your cousin had just said. it makes you launch yourself into a full blown rant, speaking under your breath to no one in particular. “like, even if he does like me, how would i even tell him about my feelings. God, the thought of it is embarrassing me already.”

it’s easy to think out loud knowing full well everyone on the bus is too preoccupied staring at their cellphones or hanging on to their things for dear life to care. even suna, right next to you, is already used to your nonsense and simply ignores the crazy muttering.

that is, until he hears something.

he looks at you, who's become so distracted in your spiel that you don’t hear a thing around you. until he wakes you from your thoughts by poking at your arm. you turn to him in annoyance, ready to scold, when you notice the finger he’s pointing at the phone in your lap.

you’re puzzled at first, then notice a muffled voice coming from the device. a devious smile nearly breaks through on suna’s face as he tries his best to keep himself from laughing at the situation. on the other hand, a look of bewilderment spreads across your face. you can feel your heartbeat pick up as you turn your head back up to your cousin.

you gulp down your fears and slowly lift the phone from your lap. both you and suna slap a hand to your mouths in tandem as your greatest fear is confirmed by the name glowing on your screen. your cousin attempts to muffle the hysterical cackles that escape him while you turn away to hide your shock and embarrassment in the arm of your shirt. you quickly attach the phone to your ear and squeak out, “uhm, samu? are you still there?”

“hi. yeah, seems you didn’t actually hang up. and i really am sorry for eavesdropping but… suna’s right, i do like you. i have for a while, actually. just haven’t really figured out how to say it.” aside from osamu stuttering out his apparent love confession, you also hear indistinguishable whispers from a voice in the background, most likely from atsumu. you can imagine the scene on the other side of the phone. osamu is turned away from his twin, you think, trying to give himself at least a bit of privacy as atsumu tries to listen in, making his own remarks from what he overhears. osamu’s voice is pretty tense and you can tell that he’s probably just as nervous as you are. “uhm, anyways, i guess that’s it. yeah. see ya later, don’t be late. thanks!”

with that, the screen flashes back to osamu’s contact page. you continue to stare at it blankly with your mouth while suna tries to snap you out of it, waving a hand in your face and pushing up your chin to close your mouth. “hello? earth to lovesick idiot? you still with me?”

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once osamu ends the call, atsumu bursts out laughing like a maniac. his twin nearly hurls the phone at him when he yells at the blond to shut up.

“i told you so, samu! your scaredy-cat ass just didn’t want to believe me!”

a/n: atsumu owes suna 450 yen because, of course, they made a bet. suna bet one of them would confess before 3rd year started and atsumu said after 3rd year started, but before graduation. this fic takes place during the break between their 2nd and 3rd year lol

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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- i love you’s

synopsis: in which you tell your heart’s desire that you love him, when he’s been biting back on his feelings for you

suna rin, miya atsumu, hinata shoyo

! the ‘l’ word, established friendships, post timeskip boys[tsumu is in his first year of college] , swearing , lots of pining between friends , fluffyfluff, nn means nickname!

r suna !

you had no clue as to what time it was. having not checked your phone in hours , and with rin’s curtains being closed - you didn’t even have the slightest indication. the pair of you had been playing genshin impact for at least 6 hours straight now, when rin finally let out a sigh at a certain quest. that’s how you knew he was done. he slipped off his head set, eyes heavier than usual as he looked at you. “‘m done, fucking exhausted,” he muttered, leaning back into his chair. your green eyed friend was just admiring you, the way a tired breath slipped past your lips along with a laugh at his words, the tussle of your hair, the reflection of the pause screen in your eyes. he thought you were very, very pretty.

truthfully, it was mutual. rin was very pretty to you too. a lot more than pretty, he was smart , understanding, strong in multiple ways but most of all he was your best friend . he always stayed true to that. rintarou was always your rock , your wake up call, your comfort. he was ‘multipurpose’ as you called him once. over the years that he supported you, the years you came to know him beyond his aloof public presence you found that rintarou was not who he seemed to be. rin was annoying when you got to know him, he would become so overwhelmed with his emotions that he’d sometimes stutter- create broken sentences because he can’t handle it.

you were one of the few who knew this little things about rin and if he appreciated one thing about you, it was that. you picked up on small things about him, things he’s shown you little by little because he knows you won’t treat him differently. and you never have. this is what made rintarou love you, what made him fall inlove with you. and the way he’s shown it to you made you fall just as hard.

neither of you have said anything about it for the past three years. you started college together, and you felt the spark immediately. everyone else saw it too. you both stay hellbent on not saying anything- until tonight. rintarou realises how long he’s been looking at you, and he feels embarrassed momentarily . he throws a stray paper from his desk at you, to diffuse the tension. you scoff stay him, throwing it back, “ we were having a moment , asshole,” you say, feigning hurt. your best friend chuckles at you, taking the paper and shoving it into your shirt - earning a yelp. “ yeah, a fuckin’ moment of creepiness; staring into my soul like you wanna eat it,” he says this right before you kick the front of his seat- barely missing his crotch and launching him backwards. he steadies himself before getting up with a big, dumb grin on his face .

rintarou is strong. he picks you up, and throws you onto his bed with ease. your worthless attempts at standing , escaping his wrath were futile because as soon as you were on the memory foam- he was poking your sides and tickling them. your giggles and snorts fuelled him, your hands doing a hopeless job at shielding you until he stopped and smeared his hand across your face. you move it aside, attempting to rub the feeling away.

you can’t help the way your cheeks are pink and your heart rate is up from the close contact. the way he picked you up so easily. it was the small things he did that drove you up the wall. rintarou plopped next to you, and stared at the ceiling muttering a , ‘ and you say i’m annoying ’ that earns him a shove . he only laughs dryly. you turn to him as your heart rate picks up again, because the thought of telling him crosses your mind.

this is how it happens in movies, so it’ll be fine, right? it has to. the main characters are alone after a long night and confess to eachother. yeah. yeah. you’re so caught up that you don’t notice him turning towards you too with a questioning look on his face. “ hurry up and talk before i fall asleep - i can feel a grey hair sprouting,” he almost whines. you click your tongue, “ ‘s not that easy, man. give me a second.” you reply. this is when rin becomes curious. his hair is fanned out around him due to the squishing of his sheets and you’re surrounded by him. his scent , his belongings , his body heat is seeping into the covers and slowly rising onto your own. your head is running wild. what if-

“hey. cut that shit out.”

your eyes urgently flit to his and he’s looking at you sternly , he continues, his tone still soft and caring. “ you always do that, you wanna say something but then you stop ‘cause you think i’m gonna judge you or something. just say whatever it is, i’m sure it’s not bad,” rintarou says, his attention now fully on you. you swallow thickly , processing his words. he’s right. it’s not that bad. so you talk, and when you do your voice is shy and fragile - afraid of rejection.

“ i love you , rin.”

he pauses. it’s like the sincerity of your words is hot, boiling water to his skin. it starts in his stomach, bubbling and skiddish. it’s the butterflies you get when you present to the class or when someone calls you cute. then it’s in his chest, going upwards, trickling into his throat and on his lips finally , coating them in a sweet, sticky substance. his affection towards you. it feels so right , to hear you say it to him. so when he replies to you, he makes sure you truly understand how much he appreciates your words. your affection. he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, a relief to him. that you’re finally his.

“ i love you too, yn.” he mumbles, bringing your hand to his pulse point. your gaze is questioning, but your eyes widen at the rapid pace his heart beats at. “i’m not the best at words or anything,you probably know that by now,but i hope you can feel that i do mean it. i love you, like a lot .i always will.”

a miya !

for once, it was quiet as atsumu stood behind his home’s kitchen counter. his brother and parents had gone out and he mindlessly invited you over - not expecting the current situation.it started as a little hang out- a small session to catch up. to catch up with your closest friend, the man you loved the most, your ride or die.you didn’t expect much from that day- just some giggles and heart- stopping moments.to your surprise and at first , dismay, a lot happened, a lot was said, things that weren’t meant but most of all feelings were hurt. atsumu joked about osamu ‘ finally not being around’ and you laughed at first. it was funny. the blond felt validated by your giggles, and he carried on, not really thinking much as he spoke. he just wanted you to laugh again, to like him.

“really though, i like it better when he isn’t around us,” he hummed from his seat next to you. your brow lifted, turning to him you said , “ samu is nice, tsum. don’t be like that,” in a small pout. he looked at you with this look, a look that said ‘ be serious.’, you scoffed. “ atsumu, i literally met him first- i genuinely like his company. you should too, he’s your twin!” and to that he didn’t respond.

his mind started up. you never really said that about him, did you? he was constantly clawing for the validation he needed to know whether you liked him, or his brother. it was common, atsumu was used to people using him for his brother. the worst part is that they’d always butter him up, praising his volley ball skills or court presence. and atsumu always fell for it. before he thought it through, before he could think, he spoke. “ what, d’ya like him more than me or something?” in a small voice, but loud enough to mask the genuine insecurity he tried to put out. you looked at him with the same look he had given you earlier, and he felt his stomach drop every so slightly.

“‘m serious , yn! do you? ohmygod, you do-!”,” tsumu, i like you both equally,chill.” your statement did a good job at keeping him quiet. he sat , deflated slightly. his glossy , honey eyes peered at you through his lashes for a moment. atsumu wanted to cry, and he wish he could say he didn’t know why, but he did. he wanted to be your favorite , the same way you were his. he didn’t want you to say that you liked osamu even close to as much as him. atsumu deserved it! he was your shoulder to cry on , your comfort, your best friend. in this moment he wanted to hit osamu in the head with a melon. atsumu spoke to you, voice wavering ,” but,” he inhaled slightly,” why ?why not me?” his voice was barely a whisper. your heart broke for him- you realised that even you knew that your earlier statement was wrong. you didn’t like them equally- that wasn’t even a fair comparison. you and osamu, regardless of meeting first, werent as close. you didn’t speak as often. hell, did osamu invite you over? no!

you struggle for words, not wanting to give yourself away.he could not know, it would ruin everything. literally everything. your friendship with him, osamu, kita, aran, your reputation would probably be screwed up too if your friends all dropped you. you choked out an ‘ i’m sorry,’ as he got up , mumbling something about water. he got up to pour some, resting his arms on the counter and you simply watched. “‘s not fair, you know. he doesn’t deserve any of that precious attention you give him,” he mumbles. “ y’know who does though? me. i deserve it, and i think i earned it,” he continues. you almost smile at his childish tone and the way he sways his glass as he talks. your eyes glint affectionately, it’s small things like this. things that make you love him.

“love you, tsumu,” you say, without much thought. your heart was pounding, and when his head snapped quickly enough to dishevel his pretty blond hair- you laughed. he was silent- the silence was thick and globby- full of tension. you didn’t know what to expect. a boyish grin came over his features , “ so ya love samu too then right?” he asked you cheekily. you laugh again, and his heart swells. he places his cup on the counter, pacing towards you, and crouching infront of you.

“ i love ya too, fuckin’ menace. and i better not hear ya saying you love samu- or i might actually throw him into the trash.”

s hinata

tick. tick. tick.

you had counted almost 60 minutes at this point , sat on hinata’s college dorm bed. he was supposed to be back in a few minutes, not a whole hour. enveloped in his scent , the smell of his deodorant that stained his sheets- his volleyball trophies and scattered sports science textbooks. it felt like home where shoyo went. the ginger described your relation to him as , ‘ besties !’ and it made you want to eat glass. the only hope you had- to fuel your daydreams of being with him forever- was that his actions didn’t match his words.

you caught him staring at you when his friends were talking to him, and he’d usually smile at you and look away awkwardly. whenever you didn’t have a class- he conveniently ‘forgot my books for this lecture , so what’s the use of even going right?’ and chose to float around the library with you as you studied. he watched you intently, chocolate eyes flitting to match your hands’ swift writing. he swore that you were an angel, the way the sunlight hit you as you read. you pretended to not feel his gaze on you- you didn’t want to give yourself hope.

it was small things - always little things. the way he looked at you, the funny look on his face when you mentioned a male friend, the gloss of his eyes when you spoke about something you liked, the mutter of ‘ missed you, nn’ as he hugged your tightly after a weekend. small things that gave you hopeless butterflies and made you stutter.

what you didn’t know is that shoyo as feeling the same. he always hated that he was shy. he didn’t know how to express when you gave him butterflies , or when he so desperately wanted to tell you all about his feelings for you. which is kinda how you ended up waiting for him. he had ran out to grab a couple snacks for you two, but came to a halt when he saw a mural. he had passed it before, many times. before practices, on his way to campus, but today it meant something.

“ take that chance.”

that’s what it read. he hastily walked past it but it stuck in his head. take that chance, shoyo.

he wanted to. he wanted to pour his heart out to you and hold you, he wanted to kiss your nose and your temples whenever he saw you. he wanted you. but what if you didn’t? what if the small smiles and fleeting glances were in his head? what if he ruined everything? shoyo didn’t notice the way his legs came to a stop as he passed the mural when coming back. he came to a halt infront of the mural this time rather than passing it- and he was fully aware that he looked insane. talking to a wall. “ should i? like actually?” he mumbled to the art. the red head was truly awaiting an answer- something- anything.

as if magic were real, as if the gods heard the shy whispers of his heart, shoyo was ripped from his trance when a butterfly fluttered past his nose. it was blue, black spots adorning the silky wings. he blinked slowly, exhaling.

take that fucking chance.

he practically sprinted back to his dorm, heaving as he entered. he was anxious, the back of goodies falling limply on the bed as you gave him a bewildered look. “ where were you-“ ,” nn,” he interrupted you, looking right into your eyes. calloused fingers gripped your own as he belly flopped onto the bed to mirror your own position.you laughed at him- his urgent expression and the fact that he didn’t even bother to remove the sandals from his socked feet.

“ yes, shoyo,” you hummed. he felt like he was gonna throw up- in a good way! the way his name slipped from your lips so slowly and fondly, it was just too much. shoyo smiles at you- wide and eye- crinkling as a blush creeps onto his face. “ i love you, nn “ he smiles. your jaw nearly falls through the mattress, and he giggles. shoyo can tell from the warmth of your cheeks and the slight smile on your ( freakishly widely opened) mouth that this wasn’t a bad reaction.

he smooches your cheek- loud ‘ mwah! ‘ emitting and you now sport your own shy smile. you hold his cheeks , your forehead against his.

“ i love you, shoyo.”

a/n

holy FUCK this took me so fucking long ,, 😭😭😭 i’m sorry it’s so few characters, i did NOT have it in me. gn. also atsumu’s kinda goofy idc and in shoyo’s i was gonna talk about blushing a lot until i realised you can’t always see it on someone’s face.😐 not fun ALSO DID I MENTION THAT I RLY LIKE SHOYO WHENDJW he’s rly cute n i wanted to write 4 him he’s babygirl . didn’t write for my husband omi cus this isn’t top form and he deserves the best N E WAYS i’m gonna go eat carrot sticks rn. but enjoy this shit post ily bye

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hi! i was reading through your naruto worldbuffing hcs (wich are AMAZING, i couldn't explain how much i love this concept) and i was wondering how do you do your research for it?

ok so first OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!

Second. How do I do these lol. Hmm. I'll try to break it down into a 'formula' of some sort.

How I do research for my worldbuilding hcs?

Looking at the canon First, I try looking up all the canon knowledge about the village and try to go from there. I use websites like Narutopedia for that. Basically, the more canon knowledge I have, the easier it is for me to write these.

What real life culture was the village and its country inspired by? I try looking at different places in the real world. If I don't find anything, I go over to the next step. Sunagakure, for example, us canonically inspired by areas of the middle east and the continent of Africa. (And I know this is wildly insensitive as 'Africa' in itself is a HUGE continent with very diverse peoples and cultures. I mostly got inspired by North African countries like Morocco, Egypt, Tunesia, Sudan, etc.)

What elemental nation does the village belong to? Kirigakure, for example, is a village located in the water country. What kind of traits, colors and even biospheres and foods are associated with the element of water? For a country with a lot of access to water, fish and rice come to my mind. In Iwagakure, it makes sense that their architecture is a lot more stone based than Suna's architecture, which is more clay-based.

What is the geographical location of the village? When making these worldbuilding hcs, the Naruto worldmap is my holy grail lol. I try comparing it to countries and even continents in the real world and base the headcanons for flora and fauna off these regions. In Sunagakure, for example, it wouldn't make sense to find snow tigers and pine trees, but finding fennec foxes makes a lot more sense. Wikipedia is my best friend for that.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto headcanons #naruto fanfiction #naruto imagines #naruto scenarios #headcanons #naruto worldbuilding #worldbuilding

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HAIKYUU! ꒰ sfw ꒱

none of the works in this rec list belongs to me. all due credits go to the respective authors. most of these works are f! or afab! reader. ALSO! minors + blank + ageless blogs will be blocked.

⿻ last updated: may. 09, ‘23

⌕ LEGEND

personal favorites : ♡

reader discretion advised, read content warnings : ✧

mxm: ch & ch

KARASUNO

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ HINATA SHOYO

head over heels. ──── 1k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ at an msby match, shoyo hinata catches your eye. apparently, you catch his too.

cw. gn!reader

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ TSUKISHIMA KEI

how to: build a confession.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ tsukishima takes a grueling trip to build-a-bear and reflects on his feelings for you.

cw. none (except for kei’s miserable behavior)

AOBA JOHSAI

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

girlfriend. ──── 2.4k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you might be his girlfriend—but she's his girl.

cw. f!reader. hurt/comfort. a lot of reader insecurity. fear/mention of emotional cheating but there is none

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ OIKAWA TOORU

exactly where you wanted me. ──── 2.3k [ outtake ]

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ in which Oikawa asks you to be his fake girlfriend and isn't expecting to be swept off his feet

cw. she/her!reader, minimal angst, mostly fluff, love triangle-ish (as I had forewarned), pining

holiday shopping.

FUKURODANI

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ BOKUTO KOTARO

a groovy kind of love. ──── 1.8k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ in which bokuto tries his best to make you feel better.

cw. mentions of a breakdown, hurt/comfort.

INARIZAKI

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ SUNA RINTARO

as if! ──── complete

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ what you want is what you get. thats how its always been for you growing up. but the one time you let time and destiny do it’s thing, surprise, surprise! it’s not how you want it to be. maybe you‘re just clueless on how things should play out without having it your way.

cw. smau, crack, fluff & maybe a pinch of angst

no follow-up questions. ──── 3.1k+

cw. mentions of drinking & alcohol, reader has a little drunk throw up moment <3

older brother’s best friend suna is so annoying !!!

storytime: i fell in love with my fake fiancée? ──── 3.2k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ suna decides a fake proposal is a good idea to get free dessert - what he doesn't expect is for a video to go tiktok viral for 'couple goals'.

cw. suna rintarou x f!reader

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ MIYA ATSUMU

cold feet. ──── 1.8k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ in which Atsumu gets cold feet before he even gets engaged

cw. angst to fluff, exes(?) to lovers?

escapism. ──── 1.1k

cw. SFW, slight angst, reader is emotional, a lot of smiling and tears - lovers who have loved each other almost their whole lives, even if they lost sight of it along the way.

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ MIYA OSAMU

snapshots. ──── 1.9k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ Osamu asks you during an interview where you see yourself in five years. It’s everything you’ve wanted and so much more.

cw. fluff; coworkers to friends to lovers; Osamu is reader’s boss for a moment but there’s no power dynamics; self-indulgent

𖨂 ⸱ ꕤ ⸱ KITA SHINSUKE

angel eyes. ──── 1.5k

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ a series of unfortunate events for our mochi kita

cw. kita shinsuke x gn!reader, meet-cute(?), fluffy

happily ever after. ──── 1k

cw. kingdom au; angst/fluff; mentions of infidelity; suggestive content

home.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ you’ll always be there for him as you are his home.

cw. fluff

steal my girl.

⌜ ୨୧ ⌟ kita has had enough with his teammates flirting with you and it’s about time they find out who you really are to him

cw. fluff

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Miya Osamu, Suna Rintaro — Parabola

PAIRING(S): Miya Osamu/Reader, Suna Rintaro/Reader WORD COUNT: 8k TYPE: Childhood Friends, Pining, Coming of Age, Angst, Fluff, Humor WARNING(S): Mention of an animal/pet dying (non-graphic), smoking cigarettes and drinking, there is a kiss that happens while both parties are drunk

ACT I: MISFORTUNE

For Osamu, it starts in the womb because Atsumu is his brother.

ACT II: LOVE IS NASTY

“The heart,” you say, “is an organ.”

Osamu is thirteen years old and this is the worst presentation he has ever seen, which is an impressive feat on your part. It’s obvious you haven’t memorized any of this and are ‘subtly’ reading from both the smudged handwriting on your palm and the crumpled sheet of paper in your grasp, so how this is the best you managed to come up with is beyond him. Sometimes your idiocy is on-par with Atsumu’s.

Your tone is bored and your eyes glaze over like you’re not thinking about it at all. This is literature class, and a statement as clinical as ‘the heart is an organ’ probably wouldn’t be present in a half-decent interpretation of a poem.

He has known you since he was in diapers. Such sensitivities are outside your element, he’s aware of that.

Osamu wonders what he would’ve done if he got your topic when they all drew lots a few weeks ago. It’s a love poem, and as such, the subject matter is a bit disgusting to him. When he thinks about love, he thinks of his parents being embarrassing in the parking lot and the grocery store, and when Atsumu’s first crush got lice and he tried to contract them so they’d ‘understand each other better.’

After some musing, Osamu decides the heart is indeed an organ.

Your desk is next to his, and when you sit back down, you ask, “Was it really that bad?”

“I hope I never get ya as a presentation partner,” he says.

ACT III, BACKTRACK: ‘TSUMU IS LAME

Atsumu struts up to you like he has life changing news. You raise an eyebrow.

“We’ve got new names,” he announces and expects amazement. Osamu lingers behind him with the same vacant look on his face.

You ask, “Yeah? And what are they?”

“I’m ‘Tsumu and he’s ‘Samu.”

“But that’s so stupid,” you say. “Those are just yer names without the first letters. They ain’t new.”

“... Shut it, you,” Atsumu settles on once it’s clear he can’t refute your statement, balling his hands into fists.

“Whatever,” you say. “Are ya still gonna compete over who can push me harder on the swings?”

“No! Screw you. Not after this disrespect,” he dramaticizes, and when you don’t immediately grovel for forgiveness, he stomps away. “Not in a million years,” he calls over his shoulders, words growing quieter the farther he disappears. “Never again!”

You blow a farting noise at him in his departure.

Osamu sighs as if this is incredibly inconvenient. “Fine. I guess I hafta do it.”

“If it was me, I’d change my name to Don Widdershins.”

“Don Widdershins?”

“Ya know, Don,” you gesture vaguely in the air, “like in the mafia.”

ACT IV: ‘SAMU IS COOL

The way you and Atsumu are staring at him, someone would think Osamu has revealed he’s versed in the craft of wizardry, or that casting spells is possible at all. You’re wearing your embarrassing Buzz Lightyear shorts and ‘Tsumu is smacking him on the shoulder. “C’mon, hurry up.”

“That’s not how the stove works,” Osamu barks.

“Not with that attitude, no. You said it’s a quick meal.”

Osamu shoves him away. “Get out!”

“What?! So [Y/n] gets to stay, but I don’t?”

You pull down on your eyelid and stick out your tongue at him. “‘Tsumu, ya know your brother loves me more than you.”

Osamu is now tempted to get rid of you, too. Really, he doesn’t see why two shitheads need to interrupt something that’s supposed to be soothing for him, but at least the smell of the sukiyaki he’s preparing calms him.

“Shut up,” Atsumu says before he invades his brother’s personal space to clutch onto his shirt and shake him back and forth. He slaps him off and mutters something about ‘Do ya know how dangerous that is?!’ but Atsumu is inconsolable in his whining. “‘Samu, say it’s not true!”

“Ha, I knew it.” You back away and point your index finger in the air with a sense of triumph. “Ya don’t really hate him.”

“What did you say?”

At least when the two of you are chasing each other, no one can bother him.

ACT V: GIANT BABA

Atsumu is sprawled over the couch, hogging it as usual. You’re sitting next to Osamu on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest, and he has one hand around your shoulders. Or not really: he’s brushing it against the edge of the couch, not touching you at all, but in his head he has his arm around your shoulders. There’s the usual pronounced boredom on his face while he clicks through the TV channels.

“Who said you can take charge of the remote?” asks Atsumu, poking the back of Osamu’s head with his finger.

“When ya decided to monopolize the couch, I got remote rights.”

Atsumu repeats in a sardonic tone, “When I decided to monopolize the couch.”

Everything seems boring until he ends up on a sports channel. For a second he wonders if it’s going to be volleyball, but it’s a rerun of an old wrestling match. He’s about to go onto the next broadcast, but he glances at you from the corner of his eye and notices an unfamiliar spark on your face, so he discards the remote to his side.

“Ya know, I wanna be a wrestler.”

Osamu thinks this is an incredibly stupid aspiration, but he prides himself on being the more considerate one. “What’s yer stage name gonna be? Don Widdershins?”

“Oh, you still remember that? Yer so weird, ‘Samu.”

For a split second, he is embarrassed.

“The hell does widdershins mean?” Atsumu asks.

“It’s the opposite of clockwise,” you say.

Huh. When he first heard it, Osamu just assumed you made that word up. “Why’d ya wanna be named that?”

“‘Cause shins means crotch, and that’s funny.”

“No, idiot. That’s yer knee to yer ankle,” corrects Atsumu.

“The crotch is not in the ankle.”

Atsumu sits up, lunges over, and tries to put you in a chokehold. Lightly.

ACT VI: YOU’RE LAME

This is the worst summer Osamu has ever had. Not because anything bad has happened, but because, every day, when he sees you, it’s like you have spawned another pair of unbelievably hideous shorts. He wonders if this is some kind of sick joke when he sees Rey Mysterio’s face on the back of your leg. He wonders when he gained the ability to recognize Rey Mysterio at all. “Where do ya keep getting these?”

“They’re custom-made,” you say.

“Why would you do that.”

“In the name of style.”

ACT VII: THE PURCHASE

There is nothing particularly compelling about a rack with sunglasses at a store which sells a random assortment of things. Atsumu wanted to buy knee pads and Osamu has a package of frozen vegetables in his hand. There is no rhyme or reason for the variety of products at this shop.

You’re crouching down and leafing through the price tags. There’s a crease in the print of your shorts in this position that makes it look like Spongebob has no nose and Patrick has been decapitated. He says, “You’ve been staring at ‘em for, like, fifteen minutes.”

“I wanna buy some,” you reason before you seemingly make up your mind and pick a pair.

“But you’ve already got sunglasses.”

“Yeah, but they’re for TINY BABIES who SHIT THEIR PANTS,” you say, and Osamu backs away from you at your outburst. “So, I need new ones. For graduation day.”

“... Sure,” he concedes. Osamu isn’t sure what sunglasses have to do with graduation day, but it is true that the ceremony is two weeks away.

“Thank you.”

ACT VIII: LOVE IS CONDITIONAL

The heart, Osamu thinks, is a stupid organ.

There’s no reason for lunch at school to be his favorite part of his routine, except maybe the food.

Atsumu pushes all the things off his tray and flings it at you. “Yer late again, asshole!”

You dodge as skillfully as usual and pull out a chair with uncanny nonchalance. Your coordination is a bit surprising considering the latest hindrance to your vision, but Osamu supposes you must’ve gotten used to everything being slightly dim with how often you do this bullshit. “I do a ton a’ crappin’.”

“Don’t talk about that when I’m eating, ass,” Osamu scolds, elbowing you when you settle in the space next to him. Sometimes, he thinks his role in this seating arrangement is to prevent a casualty from happening between you and his brother.

He has revised some of his opinions now. Seeing as he’s no longer eleven, Osamu doesn’t believe in cooties or other similar mythological figures, but he’s still not entirely sold on the idea. No matter how many times Atsumu mocks him for ‘liking you,’ he’ll never accept it.

For love to not be nasty, it must fulfill certain conditions.

Osamu has a list for why he doesn’t — and will never — like you like that:

You wear sunglasses indoors.

You own a pair of shorts with the minions on them.

You have a cardboard cut-out of John Cena somewhere in your room.

You ruin meal time by talking about your shitting habits.

You tried to suplex him once.

Similarly, whenever you insist he and Atsumu don’t really hate each other, he refutes you. There are several reasons Osamu hates his brother:

Everyone else does.

He’s incredibly annoying.

He’s a jerk.

He always wins when it matters.

Sometimes, Osamu gets the impression Atsumu can’t stand him much at all.

So, again, he doesn’t know why these moments make him the happiest.

He wonders if there will still be days like these in high school.

ACT IX: THE MEDIATOR

On the way there, you’re wearing your sunglasses again, but at least it’s not indoors. The pavement smells weird — burnt — from the unusual heat of this summer. You’re also lugging around a water gun, but Osamu decides not to question it, even though Atsumu does. “Why do ya have that?”

“Didn’t you hear? Yosano from our class wants to have a water gun fight in the park after the ceremony.”

Not really. The thing is, no one (besides you; anyone who is sound of mind) invites them to play games anymore ‘cause they’re always winning and it’s not fun.

“Is it loaded?” asks Atsumu again.

“I know [Y/n] likes to pretend to be in the mafia and all, but that’s not a real gun, idiot,” Osamu says, voice even.

Atsumu snaps his neck in Osamu’s direction. “Shut up, I know it ain’t.” He shoves him, and that provokes Osamu into shoving him back, and before you can even rationalize all this, you turn back around to ask them why they’re dawdling behind only to see they’re already in a scuffle.

Suddenly, water is trickling down Atsumu’s forehead.

They snap up to scrutinize you from their position, with Osamu toppled over on the ground and Atsumu half-assedly pretending he’s really going to kick him in the face, and they see you aiming the water gun at them. Atsumu backs away from him completely and hurries to lunge at you instead. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that!”

He doesn’t even make it half-way to where you’re standing before you spurt more water at him, leaving him to still with his hands mid-air. Osamu sits up, face as indifferent as ever, but in his mind he finds this relatively funny.

Another step. You pull the trigger and laugh at him. “Ya remind me of a wet owl. They’re hideous like that, I saw a picture the other night.”

It is predictable that Atsumu reaches out to murder you in broad daylight, so your instantaneous reaction isn’t a display of impressive reflexes. More water spritzes at him, and Atsumu shakes his head around like a wet dog.

Osamu isn’t one to laugh, but he exhales slightly more air from his nose at this.

“Stop that, you jerk. I’m gonna be drenched at the ceremony. And-” he slaps Osamu on the neck, “-quit laughing. You’d look like a wet owl, too.”

You shake the water gun. “I think I’ll call this The Twin Repellant.”

“Ya think yer funny,” says Atsumu with narrowed eyes, and then he huffs and puts his hands on his hips. “How come ‘Samu didn’t get sprayed? I concur!”

“Concur,” you repeat. “Such a big word, ‘Tsumu. But that means agree, not disagree.”

“Yeah, well, you think shins means crotch.”

“I was fourteen!”

“Yeah, grow up,” Osamu chimes in, and then inches closer to you to flick the water gun. “Ya should name that thing The ‘Tsumu Repellant instead.”

ACT X: THE SECOND COMING OF THE JAPANESE BUZZSAW

“Do ya need to wear these everywhere?” asks Osamu when he spares you a glance and lets the onigiri he’d been eating drop down to his plate before he tries to snatch away your sunglasses, and his willingness to ignore his food for a second is probably a testament to how much he hates them. As usual, you’re late for lunch, and as usual, you duck out of the way without much effort.

You believe a flash of your middle finger suffices as an answer. Your chair scrapes against the floor, resulting in a noise that makes him cringe.

Atsumu — tapping into his otherwise unused potential to be aware of others — senses abnormal levels of smugness radiating from you. “You got somethin’ to be happy about, twerp?”

You lean back in your seat and grin, perhaps ruminating the fruits of your labor, whatever they may be. To bring you back to Earth, Osamu nudges you. “Well?” he asks, and though his tone suggests he doesn’t care, you know he wouldn’t be insisting to hear it if he didn’t.

“Ladies an’ gentlemen-”

“Where are the ladies?” Atsumu asks, shifting his eyes to Osamu, and then at his reflection in his tray.

“-you’re lookin’ at the new MMA club captain.”

“We don’t have an MMA club,” says Atsumu, tilting his head.

“Yeah, ‘cause I just made it yesterday.”

“But I thought you liked wrestling?” Osamu presses.

“Well, they didn’t approve of wrestling. So it’s an MMA club, but in my heart, it’s a wrestling club,” you say, leaning the weight of your head against your palm. Sure, there are only four members in your club and the supervisor said he’d be absent most days, but who cares? That’s all you had needed to officiate it.

“Sounds like an excuse to beat on each other to me,” says Osamu. You’ve always had a penchant for violence despite not having a particularly aggressive disposition. It confuses him.

You smirk, adjusting your sunglasses. He thinks one of these days you’ll fall down the stairs and hit your head. “Maybe.”

ACT XI: ‘TSUMU IS LAME

“‘Tsumu,” you begin, walking along with them after the first big official match of the year. Osamu and Suna are trailing behind you two, watching something on Suna’s phone. “You’re such an asshole.”

He rolls his eyes. “Ya know, in moments like these, yer supposed to be cheering me on for my good plays, not chewing me out.”

“I can’t believe you called those girls pigs.” Osamu doesn’t quite remember another instance of your voice sounding so… reprimanding.

“They were annoyin’ me,” he says, like someone being irritating justifies calling them names.

“And,” you imitate his signal for when he wants your school’s side of the court to go quiet, “the hell’s that?”

Osamu pipes up, “I always tell him that shit’s lame, but he won’t listen.”

“Agh! I hate it when you guys gang up on me.” He blows a raspberry in your direction and Osamu kicks him in the butt, which makes him jump.

You sigh, close your eyes and intertwine your fingers behind your head. “Man, I wish I had fans. I’d treat ‘em so much better.”

“Aha, so you’re jealous of me.”

ACT XII, BACKTRACK: YOU’RE LAME

Much to your dismay, the first time they come over, Atsumu doesn’t care much about your fish, passing by his aquarium without a second thought. You frown, and in a bout of pity, Osamu halts in front of it and examines him with the blankest look possible. He seems kinda big — for a fish, anyway, but the tank seems just fine — and he doesn’t know the name of the species. A black body with red splotches and a sheen of silver here and there, and his face is kinda… grumpy. Frowny.

“What kinda fish is this?” asks Osamu once he deems enough time of him staring at your pet has passed.

“He’s a tiger oscar.”

“Oh, let me guess. His name’s Oscar, right?”

“No,” you say. “It’s The Codfather.”

Osamu blinks, and then he groans, and then he drags his hand down his face.

ACT XIII: SUNARIN IS AN ENEMY

It’s not like Osamu needs to introduce you to Suna. You know who Suna is, and he knows who you are, and the three of you are all in the same class. This is a tad too absurd for him — you think some shit like this would suit Atsumu more — but whatever. You’re here now, and you’re being introduced to Osamu’s friend, and you suppose this might be a hint that you’ll be seeing more of him at lunch.

You cross your arms and turn up your nose. “I’m ‘Samu’s best friend.”

Suna stares at you impassively. “… Ok.”

“Just so we’re clear.”

“I don’t think so,” Suna says without elaborating, though it is true that because of volleyball, Osamu spends more time with him now. While he couldn’t care less about what you were talking about, he loves fucking with people far too much not to try checking how short your fuse is.

Osamu elbows you once he realizes you’re about to say something embarrassing. “Stop.”

You elbow him back. “I’m fighting for yer honor!”

“No, you ain’t.”

Suna takes a picture of you nudging and baring your teeth and throwing food at each other and writes #besties in Comic Sans with the editor on his phone.

ACT XIV, REPRISE: THE MEDIATOR

To claim you’ve never seen Atsumu and Osamu get into a petty argument and try to solve it by exterminating the other would be a bold-faced lie. Suna already has his phone out to record it all, but this is the first time you’re both present during one of their brawls.

Carrying a water gun to school everyday wouldn’t be viable, so The Twin Repellent has gone under some revisions ever since your genius mind first incorporated it. You sling over your bag and touch around for something while Suna struggles to remember what they’re even fighting about, but quickly concludes it doesn’t matter. A look of eureka flares over your face and you unhinge your jaw to grin an unnaturally wide smile when you find what you were scouting for.

First it was an empty spray paint can you refilled, but now it’s a real water spray… The new and improved Twin Repellent. You wave it in the air before you stagger into frame and Suna raises an eyebrow at your intrusion, hoping your figure won’t block his angle for recording the action. But then you’re dousing them, and Osamu hisses like he’s demonic and the water is holy, and Atsumu is covering his face and screaming, “Stop it! Stoooop!”

Holy shit. This is the best recording he has yet.

And this is when Suna decides that despite your annoying and sometimes embarrassing demeanor, he likes you just fine.

Later, when you’re watching them practice, Suna asks you what that was.

You pull out the water spray and trail your finger from top to bottom like it is your greatest treasure. “This is The Twin Repellent.”

“Give me that.” He snatches it out of your grasp and you pout before saying,

“Use it wisely.”

Suna marches up to Atsumu and drizzles him for no reason.

ACT XV: SUNARIN IS SOMETIMES AN ALLY

Osamu ends up confiscating The Twin Repellent from Suna. For a second, he wonders if revenge will befall him, but instead Osamu sprays you in the face and says, “Take ‘em off.”

You purse your lips and narrow your eyes at him with a semblance of hatred before you try to wipe your sunglasses on your shirt. They’re smudged now.

It is not long after that Suna reappears and takes hold of it once more and aims for his forehead instead of Atsumu’s. Osamu squeezes his eyes shut and says, “You two-faced backstabber…”

You’re about to celebrate — perhaps go for a high-five — but he stops you in your tracks by spraying you, too.

ACT XVI: SERIOUS BUSINESS

“MMA Club?” asks Suna. The filling of his strange sandwich is dripping all over the table. “Never heard of it. You don’t even look like you can throw hands.”

“Ha?!” With that, you stand up and perform a spinning kick dangerously close to Osamu’s head, and he puts his hand on your ankle and lowers your leg without so much as flinching. “Ya don’t wanna tussle with me, I promise.”

Suna considers it before he shrugs, the jerk of his shoulders letting the miserable contents of his sandwich crawl out and spill. Then, with his tongue poking out, Atsumu dips his finger in and draws a smiley face on his side of the table. “Probably not. I’m a pretty boy, I don’t fight. I only laugh at the people doing it.”

ACT XVII: YOU’RE COOL

“Hurry, hurry,” Atsumu urges, which is unusual since he’s always the one who’s late to things that don’t pertain to volleyball. “I wanna see [Y/n] beat the shit outta someone.”

“I don’t think that’s how MMA works,” says Suna before he kicks away a stray pebble to the side. It lands between Osamu’s shoes, and he boots it out of sight with a dusty drag of his foot against the pavement. Suna watches this unfold like it is way more riveting than your match could possibly be. The fact that you arranged a match with a club from a different school is anomalous enough.

It had been Osamu’s idea to show up, not Atsumu’s. While he’s not thrilled about MMA, or wrestling, or whatever, he thinks they kind of owe it to you for showing up to every game.

Five minutes of watching pass, and he doesn’t understand what’s going on, but he thinks you might be winning. With a distinct lack of enthusiasm, he raises his fist in the air and says, “Go for the neck.”

While it’s not loud enough for you to hear, when Atsumu stands up and yells, “Go for the neck! Go for the neck!” that definitely should be.

You do not go for the neck. This time, Suna doesn’t tell them he believes punching the throat is against the rules, and Osamu takes a glimpse at him and sees he’s recording.

Your lip is busted, but you win, and after the celebration at some shitty near-by fast food place — much to Osamu’s horror — he asks Suna to show him the video. It takes exactly twenty seconds to load and during half of it, his shoes are in frame rather than the fight.

Instead of criticizing his cinematography, Osamu says, “Yer camera’s really shitty. I can count the pixels.”

“But that’s what makes it funny,” Suna argues, even though he has not let out even a giggle ever since he pressed play.

ACT XVIII: THE GODFATHER

He can’t believe he’s attending a funeral for a fish at his age. It’s even raining (would a hypothetical omnipresent higher power cry over the loss of a fish?) and he thinks if this was a scene in a movie, he’d laugh, but you’re anything but amused.

His hair is sticking to his forehead and his clothes are drenched and he’s vaguely aware that there’s mud on his ass. When it first began raining, as an act of consolation, he threw his tracksuit over your head, but the downpour has been so severe that it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s like getting disciplined with The Twin Repellant until it runs out fifty times in a row.

Osamu has known you for many years, but he can’t say he has seen you sob before. The tombstone — a plant marker you wrote ‘THE CODFATHER 2002-2013’ over with a marker — almost topples over and he reaches out to adjust it. He tries, “He lived a long life.”

“They can make it to twenty,” you say, burying your face in your arms, hiding it from view.

“Is this good for the garden?”

“I don’t give a shit about the garden.”

So maybe Osamu wasn’t ever The Codfather’s friend, but it is a fact that he stays out for the funeral until lights out, and it is a fact that he gets sick because of it.

ACT XIX: THE THINGS YOU LIKE COME WITH A WARNING

Suna lights up the cigarette and you can tell it’s not his first time. He’s silent when he joins you on the curb, throwing one leg over the other, and you didn’t know that about him, and he didn’t know that about you. Your neighborhood has always been quiet enough, not that many cars passing by, so the fear of getting your feet run over for sitting here like this doesn’t cross your mind much.

Conversationally, he says, “I heard you got depressed over a fish.”

You narrow your eyes at him in distaste, but he can’t really see under the sunglasses. “Not even one bad word about The Codfather.”

You’d probably whoop him so he resists the urge to repeat ‘The Codfather?’ in an incredulous tone. He’s not taking any chances today. “No, but Atsumu called Osamu weak trash for missing practice.”

“Yeah, you’re an athlete, why are ya smokin’?” you ask, changing the topic.

Suna wrinkles his nose. “So are you.”

“C’mon, ya barely consider the MMA club a real club.”

“But I do,” he says. “I just like to give you shit for it.”

“If the body is a temple, mine’s like, like… The kind animals shit in.” You smile at him.

He smiles at you just a little. “If Kita caught me, he’d say something like ‘That is incredibly irresponsible. Besides, the box says smoking kills. Can’t you read?’ and I’d quit.”

“You know, I never realized, but yer kinda funny.”

“You never realized,” he repeats. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve bought his apathy and thought he wasn’t offended.

ACT XX: BAD NURSE NAKAMURA

Osamu doesn’t think it should be feasible for life to kick someone when they’re already down.

He wipes his snot with his sleeve after a ‘hefty’ recovery, which may or may not have been motivated by Atsumu whining at him all night until he agreed to go to school today, then sniffles. What the fuck is wrong with him, he thinks, and he doesn’t know if he’s thinking it about his brother or about himself.

You look like a sad puppy when he first sees you that morning. Like, the ones that are at the shelter because they got abandoned by who they thought were their loving owners.

“Is something wrong?” he asks. He’s not in the mood for another funeral. (More importantly, he wants you to stop looking so glum.)

“The club disbanded.”

It’s not that strange for a club with only six members to fall apart, but just to fill the space, Osamu asks, “Why?”

“They said it reflects badly on the school.”

“That sucks ass and is stupid as fuck.” Osamu wraps his hand around your shoulder in a shitty, stiff kind of way. And he’s not one to give speeches, doesn’t know what to do about this, but he gives you his bento for lunch and helps Atsumu write a ‘strongly-worded’ letter addressing the staff and hopes it’s enough.

ACT XXI: KITA IS NO-NONSENSE

“The volleyball club,” Kita asserts, “doesn’t need a bodyguard. We’ve been over this.”

“You don’t have a manager, though,” you say, rubbing your chin.

“The manager isn’t a bodyguard.”

“‘Samu and ‘Tsumu have fans. They could die.”

“Hey… I have fans too,” interrupts Aran, but he sounds kind of shy when he says it.

“Also, why are you wearing sunglasses? We’re indoors and the weather is bad. What if something happened to you because you couldn’t see? Or if you ran into somebody else?” Kita asks, disregarding your previous point. His tone has been extremely neutral during this entire exchange. You wonder if there’s something about being unbothered that lands people in the Inarizaki VBC.

“‘Cause bodyguards wear sunglasses.”

“You’re not a bodyguard. Take them off.”

Suna humors you, “I need security.”

“Yer not the one with the bloodthirsty fans, though,” you say.

ACT XXII, REPRISE: YOU’RE COOL

Some little guy with offensively orange hair hits you in what you imagine to be your rock hard abs on accident. The halls are crowded, it’s bound to happen. You turn to examine him, lips set in a thin line, and you realize he’s wearing the uniform of the team your school will be playing today.

This all happens near the bathroom. The toilet is a dangerous place where dangerous people hang around, Hinata thinks, and you look like a character from a yakuza movie.

“I’m sorry-”

“I-” you crane your neck to look at the ceiling but also wishing you hadn’t because the lights are burning your retinas, “-’m Inarizaki’s bodyguard.”

Hinata’s jaw hangs open. Inarizaki High has a bodyguard? And it’s you, the person he just bumped into? Maybe if they get a bodyguard, he’ll stop getting in trouble near the bathroom. He will be asking Shimizu-san about this later.

ACT XXIII, BACKTRACK: ABNORMAL

Even if Atsumu always wins when it counts, at least Osamu knows he’s your favorite twin.

ACT XXIV: THE APOCALYPSE

“‘Tsumu’s throwing a tantrum,” Osamu announces. He’s looking off into the distance and you don’t know what’s so poetic about the supermarket, but you’ll allow it if this is his new way of brooding.

“Isn’t he always?”

“He said I’m abandoning him.”

“Huh,” you say intelligently.

“It’s ‘cause I told him I’ll quit volleyball after high-school, so he’s being all dramatic about it,” he says. “But I dunno… I don’t wanna leave him or anything. Or. Maybe I do. I can’t stand him, but- I don’t really wanna!”

“Yer not abandoning him, you know that.” You pat him on the back. “He just doesn’t wanna be apart from you. Give him some time, it’ll be fine.”

“Ya think so?”

“I mean, yeah.”

Still, Osamu crosses his arms and huffs. “Well, he should knock that shit off. It’s annoying.”

“Aw. You don’t need to hide your sensitive side.”

“I don’t have a sensitive side,” he snaps, leaning away from you once you try to pull on his cheek.

“If you’re not gonna go pro, what are your plans?” you ask, lowering your hand.

He doesn’t yet stop ducking in case you’re trying to lure him into a false sense of security. “I wanna open a restaurant.”

“Yer a lil’ chef, aren’t ya?”

“How do ya make it sound belittling?”

After some contemplation, you say, “I think it’d fit you.”

ACT XXV: LOVE IS ABSTRACT

The heart, Osamu thinks, is an unreasonable organ.

He generally doesn’t consider himself to be a jealous toddler, and he’d say he leans more on the ‘relatively sane’ side of the spectrum. This is beyond stupid, and he can’t believe he’s behaving like Atsumu. But then again, Atsumu wouldn’t understand this, so it’s not like he can tell him about it. He has a volleyball instead of a brain.

Osamu digs into his tuna with uncharacteristic vice and, in a dramatic turn of events, almost tries to choke himself on it. Not because he’s angry or anything, but because he’s being so embarrassing lately he might as well spare himself the misery.

Under the table, Suna nudges your thigh with his like Osamu isn’t right there and can’t see, and your lips quirk up at his anger, and this is exactly the problem. Even his brother has the gall to look amused. At this moment, Osamu feels like he hasn’t laughed a day in his life.

It’s not like he’s that in touch with… it, but:

Love is when Suna is pretending to take videos of the three of you fighting, but really he’s just trying to record you.

Love is when Suna watches one of said videos five times before an important game with a blank expression like some kind of creep.

Love is when you and Suna go out for a smoke on the patio when you’re supposed to be watching a movie with him and ‘Tsumu.

Love is when Suna tries to encourage your nonsensical bullshit.

And, worst of all: love is cooking you lunch every night, love is attending a fucking fish’s funeral during a rainstorm and not regretting it, love is searching up ‘cool rare wrestling facts’ to try to impress someone like some kind of moron.

He’s not really talking about Suna anymore.

In complete honesty, this wasn’t supposed to happen. It just wasn’t. You’re his stupid childhood friend who he used to push on the swings because you thought getting dizzy and throwing up was funny, which is a testament to how much he should not like you. He swore an oath about it and everything.

For fuck’s sake, you used to wear shorts with Spongebob x Patrick yaoi on them. In public. Where people saw him with you.

So, in conclusion, his attempt to asphyxiate himself is entirely justified.

ACT XXVI: WE DON’T NEED THINGS LIKE MEMORIES

“You can’t be serious,” says Suna, looking at you from the corner of his eye before he caves in and shifts his gaze to you altogether.

“About the glasses? Or the balloon?”

“This is probably the first time the glasses have been appropriate,” he tells you. “Considering we’re outside and all.”

There’s a balloon wrapped around your neck by the string. Undoubtedly, you look more idiotic than usual. Atsumu almost seems exiled since he has to stand with his classmates in a different spot. You pretended to reach out for him like he was in jail many times throughout the principal’s speech.

“I think the balloons are for children,” Osamu says.

“What children?” you ask.

“Ya know, the ones seein’ their older relatives graduate?”

“I think forcing kids to attend someone else’s graduation ceremony should be considered child abuse.”

Suna turns around to double over laughing even though it’s not that funny, and Osamu takes a sudden and keen interest in the soles of his own shoes. It’s sunny outside today and he thinks if this oration goes on any longer, his forehead will flare red with a sunburn.

“You hot?” you ask, kicking him lightly to get his attention. “I’ve got just the thing.”

That doesn’t sound good, whatever it may mean. You reach inside your bag and, on second thought, he should’ve known exactly what you had in mind. Before he can curse you out, you’ve Twin Repellent’d all over him and Suna.

The three of you do get let go earlier for ‘ruining the ceremony.’ And he can’t argue that getting drenched cooled him down, so overall, your stupidity comes out at a net positive. An hour and a half later, Atsumu pulls up to where you’re at and complains about you guys ditching him like everything is normal, and Osamu finds that coming to terms with finishing high school is a tad more complicated than he assumed.

ACT XXVII: SUNARIN ISN’T ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR

Two weeks after, some students from your year already try to organize a reunion party, or a post-graduation party, or whatever. To Osamu’s face, you call them ‘SAPPY SENTIMENTAL LAMES’ before immediately replying that you’ll be there.

He’s not much of a party-goer. It’s much more your and Atsumu’s scene and, even then, you’d both rarely attend, but he doesn’t see much harm in going. He picks you up with his brother in tow and you show up together because bad things come in threes.

Suna is somehow already there, which Osamu finds uncharacteristic. A dim room, bad electronic music and people with shitty dance moves greet him when he opens the door to invite himself in, the two of you trailing behind him.

“You guys think I look good?” asks Suna, but Osamu only sighs because he knows the question is just directed at you.

“I’m not gonna front with ya, Suna, I can’t really see ya well at all right now,” you say.

At this, Osamu sighs even harder.

Ready to push him out of the way so he can find something fun to do, Atsumu adds, “And ya still have labia bangs, so.”

It is an incredible feat of self-restraint that Suna doesn’t lunge at him and murder him in cold blood in front of about fifty witnesses for this. To sate his bloodlust before a more secluded area becomes available, he steps on Atsumu’s toe with a surprising amount of force, drawing out an ouch.

Now that your guard is low, Osamu plucks your sunglasses and places them over the top of his head. You whip back around to stare at him in betrayal.

“Yer gonna fall over and die and get trampled on-”

“How optimistic!” you interrupt, shuddering.

“-like this, so just leave ‘em to me. Sharing is caring or whatever they say.” And with that, he pushes you in Suna’s direction before he tries to make his way around the crowd to follow after Atsumu.

You part your lips in slight puzzlement. “Woah, he totally doesn’t want our asses around him.”

Suna shrugs. “His loss. You wanna dance?”

“I dunno. I don’t know how,” you say, which is your usual excuse for when you’re not in the mood to dance. That, and you like seeing people embarrass themselves by convincing you they’ll teach you.

“Neither does anyone else here,” he quips before he imitates the way a guy with his back turned to the two of you is dancing. It seems to involve pretending to be swinging a lasso with one hand and whipping with the other.

You press your palm against your mouth to stifle your laughter. “I can’t believe ya just did that. You only asked so you could make fun of him, didn’t ya?”

“I mean, you already know.”

“Good ol’ Rin,” you say before you find the alcohol terribly unwatched, bringing up a bottle of whiskey to eye-level then resolving to ‘borrow’ it.

“They’ve got ‘em red cups. So cliche.” Even though he’s complaining, he pops open a can of beer and pours some for both of you.

“Good idea, I need a couple a’ drinks before I start strippin’ on tables.”

He takes his first sip. “This is gonna be our last night with most of these people. I mean, shit, they’re cornballs that I hate, but… I dunno, it’s so bizarre.”

“Right, I get ya.” You nod sagely before you collapse on a nearby couch, putting your legs over the table and knocking over something that suspiciously looks like a porcelain vase. Instead of wallowing in guilt over it, you think that it’s a strange placement for a vase. “Couldn’t live without seeing the cowboy dance move.”

“God, that was busted as hell,” he says, and though he sounds indifferent like usual, you can see that deep down he’s rattled by secondhand embarrassment. Then he kicks your legs off of the table to replace them with his, and you start nudging and wrestling each other.

While passing the whiskey bottle back and forth, you talk about endless nonsense. You tell him about some conspiracy theory about McDonald’s putting horse meat in chicken nuggets you read on a forum and he tells you about how he spent half an afternoon watching a spider in his house trap and eat a stink bug, and the conversation doesn’t get any more intellectual from there on.

Apparently the two of you have similar alcohol tolerance because you reach the stage of inebriation where you start making bad decisions at around the same time. Despite how close you already are because of all the pushing and play-fighting, he invades your personal space even further and asks, “You wanna make out?”

“Sure.”

It’s not like either of you is a kissless virgin, so you reason it can’t go that bad.

He slides an arm around your waist and pushes you with your back against the couch, straddling you. Maybe just to flex your MMA prowess, you flip over your positions, and he decides he doesn’t care enough to fight you on it.

Then, tyranny possesses you because you run your hands down his sides and start tickling him.

“The fuck’s with you?” he asks, pushing your hands away between laughter.

“Ya never laugh,” you say. “Just stand there like…” Then you set your eyebrows straight and let your mouth go slack, wiping all emotion from your face.

“Yeah, so stop, shh. I’ve got a reputation to keep.”

“I was just curious. Don’t blame me!”

Then, there is a moment of silence when you stare into each other’s eyes.

ACT XVIII: ‘SAMU IS LAME

When Osamu catches a glimpse of you making out with Suna from across the room, he reacts like any reasonable adult would.

With a tap, he lets your sunglasses slide down his forehead and settle over his eyes.

ACT XIX, REPRISE: MISFORTUNE

Suna doesn’t know what the two of you are, which probably means you’re not anything. Which is fine, but may be a bit inconvenient now that the two of you will be living together. You agreed that rooming with a stranger for university would be marginally worse than going with a friend, and here you are.

You’d been on vacation when he first settled inside the apartment, so he arrived two weeks earlier than you, and now he’s stuck helping you carry and unpack your stuff.

He appraises the cardboard cutout that you’re embracing like a lover with a judgemental gaze. “Does Cena-san need to move in with us?”

“He’s my friend,” you justify, turning up your nose.

He still remembers the texture of your lips and the warmth of your skin and the weight of you, so real, with your stomach pressed against his and other similar things that make him feel grossly compromised. The memory is hazy, yes, but to get it off his mind, he says, “That’s a bit sad.”

“He promises he won’t go outside my room.”

“… I fuckin’ hope not.”

ACT XXX: LOVE IS LETTING GO

The heart, Osamu would think, is a dramatic organ.

Which is exactly why this sucks so many balls, if it were up to Suna to word it. It’s not like he signed up to be your fairy godmother or anything, but he needs to tell you.

The kiss was a mistake, but in his defense, he was as piss drunk as you were. He knows you and Osamu are in love with each other. It’s not a grand, disgusting kind of love, but it’s big enough for him to see it.

And Suna is mischievous sometimes, but he’s not malicious. He wanted to be selfish for the night — kiss you once, get you out of his system, and here’s how well that went. So he’ll fix it.

You’re smoking with him outside and it’s cold, the sky is gray, obscured by clouds. He says, “You know, I think you should tell him.”

You flutter your stupid eyelashes and look at him in genuine confusion. “Hm?”

Suna remembers the pain scales with ugly emoticon drawings they hang up at hospitals, and he thinks he’s currently at an ‘inflamed internal bleeding slight wince’ 7. “Osamu. Tell him.”

“Tell him what? He doesn’t need to know I messed up the laundry.”

“No. Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?”

“This is gross.” Suna furrows his eyebrows and fakes gagging in an unusual show of emotions. “Tell Osamu you’re in love with him.”

“Why?”

What kind of question is that? Are you not even going to deny it?

“He’s been avoiding us and making inbred dog faces ever since he saw us kiss at the party. You do the math.” Suna takes another drag, then exhales. “C’mon, I miss my best friend. And Atsumu, I guess.”

“I’m ‘Samu’s best friend,” you say on reflex, glaring at him before you punch him in the shoulder. “How many times do we need to have this conversation?”

“Not for long.”

You stare, and to your horror Suna stares back, and then you redirect your gaze to the ground with a distasteful purse of your mouth. “If I get rejected, yer gonna wash the dishes for a month.”

He snorts like your suggestion is any way comical. “Blow me. I won’t.”

ACT XXXI: LOVE IS

“I like goin’ out with you an’ all, but we’ve been sitting in silence for thirty minutes,” Osamu says. It’s a nice restaurant with comfortable seats and an expensive menu, but. What. Not to mention, all you did was send him the location and write ‘code red,’ making him believe this was in any way urgent.

You fondle with your free glass of water in a way that’s not at all awkward or unnatural. “Lots a’ weather we’ve been having lately.”

“Sure,” he says after some deliberation over your statement. Better not question it, he figures.

You twist your face and it looks like you’re about to shit yourself for a moment. “You wanna be my boyfriend?”

In this exact moment, you think you see Osamu malfunction. First it starts with heresy: he drops his chopsticks mid-air and they clatter on the table, letting the sushi roll slip. Then he unhinges his jaw and gapes at you with a vague sense of something you can’t quite decipher. It’s not like you didn’t try to be casual, so what’s with the overreaction?

“Don’t say shit like that outta nowhere! Ya almost sent me into cardiac arrest,” he says, reaching over to flick you on the forehead.

“That doesn’t really answer my question,” you say, rubbing the spot.

“Do ya…? For how long?”

You frown because why does it matter right now? “I don’t know.”

“Outside,” he says in a panic. “Let’s go out. For a bit.”

“Ya wanna fight?”

“No? What’s wrong with you?”

“I dunno,” you say. “There is a dingy alleyway in the back.”

The dingy alleyway, Osamu thinks as he examines it, would be convenient if he were to rob someone. But he doesn’t want to do that, and he thinks you must be rubbing off on him for that to even cross his mind. It’s also hardly a romantic setting, but whatever. You wanted to be a mafioso, so it could be perfect for all he knows.

“I, umm,” he starts and the words don’t make it past his thoughts, at least not the ones he wants to say, but he can show you if you let him. “Can I…?”

“Sure,” you say. It occurs to you that it is incredibly concerning that this is the blase response you give every time someone wants to exchange germs with you.

When Osamu leans down to kiss you, it’s not special because it feels any different. Lips, you think, are skin flaps, and there’s nothing remarkable about any of them. But it’s special because you can sense emotion behind it for the first time — the tenderness, the longing, the surrender, anything else he can’t say. Because it’s Osamu.

And when you pull away, your hold is still firm around his waist and he doesn’t let go of your face yet. You ask, “So does that mean…?”

“Uh, shit. I mean, yeah. Obviously,” and he sweeps in for another kiss.

So maybe you did think shins means crotch, and maybe Osamu did pretend to have his arm over your shoulder in his head that one time, and maybe you are still crazy about each other in the most self-contained way possible.

ACT XXXII: FORTUNE

For Osamu, it starts in the womb because Atsumu is his brother.

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