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all i need —
SYP — “girl ur made for me, cuz ur love is all i need” just scenarios <3
GEN. — fluff, crack
WARN. — gn!reader, not proofread
NOTES — yk i love the grumpy x sunshine and polar opposites troupe so why not incorporate some hints of that into this? might make a pt 2..
at first glance, not many people would expect either of you to pursue each other.
the way you both handle things are different, reactions and such. and when you think of that, there’s only one situation that comes to mind..
throwing your head back slightly, you laugh at one of his lame jokes. hand in hand, both of you turn the corner, still too invested in your conversation to take in the sight in front if you.
he’s the first one to look, halting his movements as he stays rooted to the ground. you, taking note of his tense form, stop to turn to him. cocking an eyebrow, you nudge him on his shoulder and worryingly ask, “babe? you okay?”
his mouth is agape a bit and his eyes are fixated on whats in front of him. seeing as he’s not gonna answer, you follow his line of sight and gasp slightly.
there in front of both of you stood a couple leaning against a wall, making out. you grimaced slightly, noticing their lust for each other through their eager movements. ‘they kiss like fish..,’ you thought, deadpanning.
you felt a tug on your arm, pulling you back.
“c’mon, let’s go before they see us. they might think we enjoy watching them eat each others’ face,” he whispered, hooking an arm around your waist.
you were about to comply but you thought of something way better than just ignoring it. a mischievous smile creeps its way on your face and he grows concerned, not liking that smug look on your face.
unraveling your arms from his, you gasp exaggeratedly, successfully catching the couples attention. they break away from each other reluctantly and flushed, glaring at you.
“i knew you had somebody else!” you screamed, stomping away and wiping away invisible tears from the corners of your eyes. he trails quickly after you, standing beside you as you both hide behind a wall.
“are you kidding me? ugh!” you hear one of them shuffling, probably walking away from the other one.
“wait, baby! i swear, i have no idea who that was!” the other one pleaded, scrambling after his ‘baby’. his thick accent making it all the more funnier.
you leaned forward, clutching your stomach in laughter. he stared at you in slight disbelief before joining in on your giggling.
“what are you doing?”
uh oh, caught in the act.
you turn around, hiding the item behind your back. you grin widely but sheepishly. “what do you mean?” you smile innocently, stuffing the perfume bottle up your shirt.
tilting his head slightly, he raises a brow, skeptical. he walks over to you and hastily snatches the bottle from your hands.
“hey! i wasn’t done with that,” you whined, reaching for it but to no avail. he held it far from your reach, above his head. he tsked.
“i’ll give it back if you tell me what you were doing.”
you sighed, mumbling something so soft it was barely audible. “huh?” he nearly squeaked.
“i wanted to spray my perfume on your clothes so when we go out, people know you’re taken,” you grumbled. “but mostly because people are doing it on tiktok..”
he didn’t stop babying you that whole afternoon. and he posted a tiktok about it. (it went viral)
it was a nice noon. the birds were chirping, the grass seemed greener and your boyfriend was throwing a tantrum.
“i don’t wanna!”
“stop acting like a baby. its not that bad.”
“this isn’t fair.”
“what isn’t fair? you lost the bet, you have to do my dare,” you huff victoriously, smirking slightly.
he sighs, knowing there’s no way of convincing you to let him off. “fine, help me find one.”
“gladly,” you chirped, bouncing on the balls of your feet gently. your eyes scanned around the park before locking on someone. “right there,” you whispered, leaning to him and pointing at the person with your lips.
you shoo him to approach the person. he shakes his head and complies, walking backwards to cast you a pouty look to which you rolled your eyes at.
“excuse me?” he asked, approaching said persons line of sight. she smiled at him, waving, “hello! is there anything i can do for you?”
“i just wanted to tell you that your child is the chosen one,” he replied bluntly, pointing at her swollen stomach.
the woman blinked at him.
“child? i’m not pregnant.” she narrowed her eyes at him.
“oh.”
he ran away, dragging you with him before your knees buckled from your wheezing.
— (bllk) NAGI, SAE, RIN (genshin) DILUC, alhaitham (star rail) DAN HENG, jing yuan, BLADE (haikyuu) SUNA, TSUKI (KNY) GIYU, sanemi (ENCANTO) CARLOS, CAMILO () YOUR FAVES
@mykuro 2023. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3
“hold still!” —
SYP — self care night w ur sweet bf!
GEN. — fluff, crack
WARN. — gn!reader, male characters
REQ. — “Hi! Can I mayb request a skincare or spa day for any blue lock characters? If you don’t except this req, that’s totally fine! Thanks anyway!!!”
NOTES. — omg xyae!!! you finally posted!! no need for the applause guys 🙄🙄 also, i know some characters like reo, childe, kaeya etc would already know about skincare but we’re gna ignore that kay 😛
“stop moving!”
“i can’t help it, you’re smothering my face with this — this cleanser stuff!”
you sigh in mock annoyance, reaching your clean fingers to adjust the frog headband sitting on his hairline.
“do you do this everyday?” he tilts his head, squinting his eyes when you continue rubbing the product on his cheeks.
you hum in agreement, “its a way of taking care of your skin. you know, getting it to clear up.”
“my skin’s just fine. i just wash it with soap and not this.. ‘hydrating cleanser’ stuff,” he rolls his eyes, using his fingers to air quote.
“how the hell do you have such nice skin when you wash it with hand soap,” you deadpan.
“genetics? i don’t really know,” he shrugs, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning into your gentle touch.
you hum. “ok, go wash this off,” you trail off, turning your back and grabbing the masks and serums. “so we can start with these!” you beam.
his eyebrow twitches.
“what’s that for?” he cocks a brow, pointing at the small package on your lap. “you’ll see in a sec,” you smile, tearing it open.
walking over, you adjust his cute sanrio headband again before gently placing the face mask on his face. he shivers but before he could open his mouth to complain or make some sassy quip, you slap a lip mask on his face.
that was 30 minutes ago.
now, you’re stuck on the floor with a sleepy man twice your size, quite literally squeezing the life out of you.
“babe, we were supposed to take the masks off like 10 minutes ago,” you sighed, patting his head. you hear him grumble, mumbling incoherently.
“i’ll do it then, stay still,” you smiled softly, reaching for your mask and then his masks. “tilt your head back a bit.” he complies and you reach for the serum bottles.
applying a small drop of serum on his forehead and cheeks, you take notice of how his eyebrows furrow slightly at the cold liquid.
“it’s a lil cold,” you chuckle, kissing his forehead before spreading the serum all over his face.
he hums sleepily, voice breaking softly as his eyes flutter close.
it’s quiet for a while before..
SLAP!
“oww!” he yelps, eyes flying open as he sits up hastily. why are you slapping me?” he manages to get out in between slaps. you hum, “it helps your skin to absorb the product better.”
he side eyes you.
you hear him groan. ignoring it, you continue with your skincare routine. “ugh!” he groans, way louder and more exaggerated. you feel your eyebrow twitch.
by the time you chose to stop ignoring his whining, he’d already kicked the blankets off the bed.
“what do you want? i already finished your skincare so just go to bed,” you sigh, reaching for your eye cream.
“yea but when are you gonna finish?” he asks softly. ‘i can’t sleep without you.’
you smile at him through the vanity mirror.
“baby, just one more thing alright?” the sleeping mask you reach for clatters on the table softly. “five more minutes. can you wait for me, hon?”
he hums tiredly, standing up and making his way behind you.
he kneels down, wrapping his arms gently but securely around your waist and rests his head on your back. “hurry up, w’na hold you so bad.”
your heart flutters and your movements stutter. you gulp, patting the product into your pink cheeks.
you both slept horrible that night since he fell asleep holding you and you couldn’t drag his heavy ass to bed.
— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO, rin (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE, xiao, venti, ITTO (star rail) sampo, JING YUAN (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KENMA, KUROO (KNY) TANJIRO, giyu, sanemi (assclass) KARMA, ISOGAI () YOUR FAVES
@xyaehir 2024. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3
how sweet ! —
SYP — silly shenanigans 😸
GEN. — fluff, crack
WARN. — f!reader, not proofread or edited.
REQ. — “hi pretty!! can i request a drabble with nagi, camilo and other characters playing roblox together? it can be any game just roblox in general! love you <33”
NOTES. — omg!! xyae being active???!!! also cha eunwoo the man that u are😕 i literally dont write for encanto anymore but 🤡
“babe.”
you freeze for a moment and gulp before slowly moving your arm to peel back the duvet from your body. you hear shuffles before a hand grips your arm firmly but gently.
“just where do you think you’re going, hm?” he huffs, voice raspy and deep before his arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to his side.
you curse under your breath and give in, deciding that this is the only logical decision compared to the ones you’ve made in the past. you’ve learnt from past mistakes.
you see, your boyfriend would rather let the world burn under his touch than have you slip from his arms before he awakens from his slumber, especially in the morning. (he’s more prone to grouchiness and a bad mood throughout the day without his morning cuddles but he argues that it’s just too early to wake up.)
“i was just getting up to get some water. i was g’na come right back, honest!” you nod your head and muster your best convincing smile as he watches you lie straight through your teeth.
he looks at you, unamused eyes drooping after every second.
“could you lie a little bit better? theres a full glass of water near your nightstand,” he yawns, lying down on your chest and using you as a pillow. you curse softly again and he chuckles quietly, his shoulders shaking.
he nuzzles into you and tightens his grip on you. “you’re not going anywhere, stop trying.”
you sigh. you’re definitely aware with the amount of times you’ve attempted to escape the warm confines of his bed and arms. it’s always resulted in you getting dragged back and plopped on the bed.
still, it’s charming and flattering how willing he is to spend time with you by his side in the mornings, despite it ruining your motivation to be more productive in the early hours of the day.
“15 minutes and we have to get up,” you hum, playing with his hair.
“noo,” he whines. “at least an hour..”
you sputter a little, “an hour? we have to eat something soon.”
he huffs, leaning into your fingers as they gently card through his hair. “just order off of doordash or somethin’,” he trails off, dropping all his weight on you before falling back asleep.
you can feel your eye twitch.
“OH MY GOD, NO!” you scream, leaning back on your chair and almost falling over. you toss your phone on the loveseat nearby and scramble to hug your legs together.
he lets out a few chuckles before full on laughing. “it’s not even scary, why are you screaming?” he puts his phone down, looking at you with a boyish grin.
“no! im not touching that game,” you sulk, still trembling from the (not-so) terrifying jumpscare you were a victim to.
“baby,” he purses his lips together to suppress his laughter. “its a block game! you can’t be seriously scared of it, right?”
you look at him in disbelief and scoff, “beat the game yourself then!”
he shrugs, flashing you a smug smirk. “let’s make a deal. if i don’t flinch throughout every level of this game, you have to pay for the takeout.” (you both know its a lie, this man will die before he lets you use your money to pay.)
you huff, “sure. but if you do, i get to pick the movie.”
“deal, i’m not ‘bouta watch ‘Tinkerbell and the pirate fairy’ again,” he shudders, picking his phone back up and progressing through the level.
“its a good movie!” you argue.
“mhm, sure. but when i win, we’re rewatching gossip g-AH!” he lets out a girlish scream, scrambling off of the couch and dropping his phone without hesitation.
your shoulders shake from the cackle you let out before the uncontrollable giggles follow after.
you wipe tears gathering on your lashline, “wow, real brave, babe.”
he crosses his arms, face turning red as he juts his bottom lip out a little. “whatever, it just caught me offguard!” he tries to justify, looking away from your smiling face.
“it’s okay, baby. its totally normal to scream even louder than your girlfriend when you play a horror game on a block g-”
“SO TINKERBELL RIGHT?” he suggests loudly, trying to change the subject.
you giggle and he groans. (yea, you’re definitely not letting this go.)
@xyaehir 2024. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3
#1
— (bllk) NAGI, sae, REO, rin (genshin) KAEYA, CHILDE, ITTO, diluc, wriothesely, alhaitham (star rail) sampo, JING YUAN (haikyuu) SUNA, tsuki, KUROO (KNY) tengen, giyu, sanemi (assclass) KARMA, gakushu (jjk) GOJO, geto, megumi () YOUR FAVES
#2
— (bllk) REO, isagi, bachira (genshin) CHILDE, ITTO, KAVEH (star rail) sampo (KNY) TENGEN (jjk) GOJO, yuji (ENCANTO) CAMILO () YOUR FAVES
sitting in bed, thinking about suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro.
like the second he’s added into his volleyball groupchat, kita’s writing some long and detailed paragraphs about their new training regimen to practice for their next match.
suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro taps on the notification and just stares for a good 10 seconds before leaving his message on seen and switching his phone off to go nap somewhere.
then the next day rolls around and he’s completely clueless about the new routine and frankly slightly worried about the long earful of a lecture kita’s going to give him.
but when you send him 3 detailed and double-spaced paragraphs ranting about what put you in a bad mood, suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro is suddenly suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro.
suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is immediately replying at the speed of light with his own paragraphs about how baffled he is that all those things happened to you.
and then atsumu does the same thing and suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is back to suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro, reacting to his 8 paragraphs with a thumbs up.
if u tell me someone already thought of this istg. anyways, i love this middle blocker sm i need him to be WHIPPED and giving special treatment 😣 not edited cz its 3:02 am rn..
@xyaehir 2024. This is my content. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated! <3
sitting in bed, thinking about suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro.
like the second he’s added into his volleyball groupchat, kita’s writing some long and detailed paragraphs about their new training regimen to practice for their next match.
suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro taps on the notification and just stares for a good 10 seconds before leaving his message on seen and switching his phone off to go nap somewhere.
then the next day rolls around and he’s completely clueless about the new routine and frankly slightly worried about the long earful of a lecture kita’s going to give him.
but when you send him 3 detailed and double-spaced paragraphs ranting about what put you in a bad mood, suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro is suddenly suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro.
suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is immediately replying at the speed of light with his own paragraphs about how baffled he is that all those things happened to you.
and then atsumu does the same thing and suna “fastest reader in the world” rintaro is back to suna “i’m not reading all that” rintaro, reacting to his 8 paragraphs with a thumbs up.
if u tell me someone already thought of this istg. anyways, i love this middle blocker sm i need him to be WHIPPED and giving special treatment 😣
@xyaehir 2024. This is my content. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated! <3
normally when you tuck yourself into bed with your lover, you expect him to snuggle into you immediately as he’s done many times.
so why was he scooting away from you instead? and why is he looking at you like he wants to fight?
you blink once and twice before looking at him quizzically. your lover is a man that is undoubtedly and obviously whipped for you, so why now is he acting like it’s the opposite?
“what are you doing?” you finally ask after multiple beats of silence. you watch him turn his head to the side and scoff, his glare intensifying at your arms.
or rather, what was nestled in it.
he narrows his eyes, “there’s an impostor here.”
you quirk an eyebrow, confused, before following his gaze down to your lap.
“why do you have that thing?” he side eyes the big plushie you’re hugging close to your chest.
oh. so that’s what this was about?
you sigh a bit dramatically, amused. “this ‘thing’ is comfortable to sleep with,” you mock his tone, gesturing to the plushie. “plus, he’s literally custom made to look like you.”
he scoffs before crossing his arms. “it’s custom made to look like me? but all it looks like is a filthy homewrecker!”
you laugh, shoulders shaking while he gapes at you (even though you can see the upward quirks of his lips as his facade threatens to break).
“this is no laughing matter, my dear wife!”
he lifts up his hand to point accusingly at the plushie that looks like his clone. “and you! why are you trying to ruin our relationship, huh?” he pokes his face repeatedly, each time putting more and more force.
“you wont take my wife, you hear me?!”
you giggle, watching the amusing interaction play out. “i can’t believe you’re seriously upset over something like this.”
he stops after processing your words. his gaze darkens a little and he reaches both his arms out to shakily grasp your shoulders. “honey, this is a serious situation! this thing is trying to ruin our lives!” he frowns, shaking you slightly.
“you’re a clown.”
“wh- hey!”
“it’s just a plushie, it can’t do anything wrong.”
“oh, so i’m the bad guy now, is that it? sorry for protecting our marriage then!”
you purse your lips to prevent anymore laughter to spill out and provoke your husband to poke the innocent plushie more. “baby, let’s just go to sleep, alright?”
his eyes soften when you reach out to pull his arm closer to you but suddenly narrows at the plushie still on your lap, his favourite pillow.
“sure, on one condition,” he states before picking the plushie up and throwing it out of the bedroom, quickly locking the door.
(you never saw that plushie again and he claims he has nothing to do with it.)
— (bllk) nagi, reo (genshin) wriothesely, kaeya, childe, kaveh, itto, ayato (i can see it a lil) (star rail) sampo, jing yuan, caelus (haikyuu) suna, atsumu, kuroo, oikawa (jjk) gojo, geto (maybe), yuji, inumaki (if he could talk properly) (kny) douma, zenitsu (om) mammon, asmo
i’ve seen A LOT of drabbles like this but im not sure if anyone did this exact thing 😭 btw sch is starting real soon so ill be on n off on this app 🫢 this isnt edited yet 🥹
@xyaehir 2024. this is my content. do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3
split | suna rintarou
pairing: suna x reader
tags: fluff, friends to strangers to lovers
word count: 2.0k
in which you and suna both miss your flight back to tokyo and you find yourself confiding in an old friend as you wait for the morning to come
for @sxphilia - lol shay you read this already but here, ily <33
everything seemed to be going wrong today.
first, your alarm wasn’t set properly so you woke up an hour late. second, your taxi to the airport arrived late, which only led to you inevitably missing your flight back to tokyo. and to top it all off, the next flight was four hours from now. it certainly wasn’t a big deal, you’re expected back at work the day after you arrive anyway. but there’s been a lot on your mind recently, a debate you just wanted to solve, yet it only seemed like you could start working on it when you arrived back in tokyo. so at the moment, all the what ifs and scenarios just marinated in your head, waiting for some kind of decision to be made.
and your current situation did absolutely nothing to help.
you were leaving america to return home from tokyo. you were there for a prospective job, finally having the chance to follow the career you spent years dreaming about. but japan was your home, and america was so far. you lived in tokyo all your life, your friends, your family, everything was back in japan. you were at a crossroads, unsure of which path to choose.
your old life, or the career of your dreams.
and your vacation only made the choice worse.
the flight attendant nods apologetically again when he hands you your ticket. “thanks,” you nod.
“of course,” he replies, “have a nice day.”
“you too.” but as you walk off a familiar voice makes you freeze in your tracks.
“yes hi, i just missed my flight is there any flight i can take instead?”
you hear the flight attendant’s voice, “yes, of course. where are you going sir?”
“tokyo,” he replies, and your heart drops.
that’s not who you think it is, is it?
“i’ve got a flight at 6 pm tonight,” the flight attendant answers.
wait, that’s your flight.
“sounds good,” and you can hear a hint of disappointment in the familiar voice, turning around to face the desk again.
“alright sir,” the flight attendant nods. “let me just print out your ticket.”
the boy doesn’t turn around, yet his stature, his hair, it just looks so familiar, and before you know it, you’re stepping closer wanting to indulge and curiosity and see the boy.
“thanks,” he replies before his eyes find yours.
it’s him.
“y/n?”
“suna?”
Keep reading
Suna Rintaro
LOVE $ICK // Suna Rintaro X BlackFem!Reader
𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐮
𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝
Fanfic drabble > SUNA.R x Reader
Genre : scifi
"I'm coming in, You better not be fucking!"
You sigh and turn your head to the door "Wow, you knocked before barging in"
"That's an improvement" Sakusa says squeezing your waist before walking toward Suna to greet him
"Thank you" He says and takes a seat at the kitchen island "Also hello to my favorite couple"
You roll your eyes and get off the island "We are not a couple, Rin"
Sakusa chuckles and takes a seat next to him
"So why are you here?" You ask leaning against the island "Again"
'Got it' You say and step onto your hover board
"No, you don't" Suna says grabbing your Scythe which is attached to your back, pulling you off the board
"Ah Rin, let me go" "No"
You groan annoyed
"Y/n we know you, did you really think that they paired us up for no reason?" Atsumu asked
"Whatever" You mumble "Where is she?"
"On her way to the building" Suna says
"She's gonna fuck this up" You sigh
"Doubt it, we made sure that we won't die" "Oh my god, how reassuring" You say in a sarcastic tone
"How did your last team keep up with you?" Atsumu asks
"They didn't" You answer him
"Not surprised that we have to babysit" Suna says
[A/N] : should I publish it?? It already has 9 chapters :) lemme know!!
Starlight. Pt2
> Starlight
Another Drabble > SUNA.R x Reader
“Yo rin!" "Sunarin!"
"Wow, I haven't seen you two in like years" He says as the two guys approach your table
"Two years to be exact"
"You must be Y/n, right?" One of them says
"Yes" "I'm Issei Matsukawa" "And I am Takahiro Hanamaki, we've heard a lot about you from Rin"
You chuckle "I believe that, yeah"
"Morning everyone!"
"Isn't it the light of our life Jaelyn" Makki says sitting down
"I've heard from them through Toru" You whisper to Rintaro
"Really?" "Mhh, It doesn't surprise me that you're friends with them"
"Hey love birds!"
Both of you turn your face toward the voice, you gasp "Hi Ari"
"Brooks!" The girl greets you back
"You know her?" "Yeah, I was paired up with her at my first mission" You answer him
Jaelyn and Arisu both walk up a few stairs to take a seat
"Helloo everyone your favorite Lieutenant has arrived!"
"Toru!"
Before Oikawa could greet Jaelyn back, he got pushed forward
"You're creating a line" Atsumu says before continuing walking
You chuckle “Hi tsumu”
Starlight Part.1
> Starlight
Suna Rintaro
STARLIGHT // Suna Rintaro X Reader
𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢 𝐚𝐮
𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝐎𝐧-𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠
( 8.37pm ); suna rintarou x f!reader
“i can’t do this anymore,” suna’s voice comes out forced; he’s exhausted, he’s been exhausted for a while now, so much so his voice feels like it’s going to crack at any moment.
you feel your heart fall the moment the words leave his lips—all this, all this time, this effort, and you get nothing to show for it at the end of the day. your hopes of being the perfect girlfriend of suna rintarou, your hopes of being accepted by his family—all dashed.
for a moment you get a picture in your head; of suna happily eating your cooking, of suna waking up pleasantly surprised that you’ve made him breakfast in bed. you swallow the lump in your throat.
“i’m sorry, but you have to,” you choke out, and suna’s tired eyes shift from the surface of the table to you. (but you can’t see him, you have your back turned to him already, because truth be told, you’ve been anticipating this conversation for a while now.)
now is not the time to feel defeated.
for once in your relationship, suna offers no playful, snarky comments—he is aware of the sensitivity of the issue at hand (not for him, but for you). and even though he would rather not move from his position right now, he drags his feet to you.
you’re carefully washing whatever’s in the sink, your eyes glazed over, trying your best not to start the waterworks, though everything spills out the moment you feel suna’s arms around your waist and his chest pressed against your back.
“my family’s going to love you regardless of whether or not you can cook some stupid cookies,” he mumbles in your ear, lips gently caressing your cheeks, landing a kiss on your temple.
you sigh, the dejection getting to you a lot more than you usually let it. meeting his family for the first time is an important event after all. when you first started dating you never thought that you would actually get to see this day, and now that it’s looming near (this weekend—yikes), you’re exceptionally nervous.
“you know i love you, babe,” suna mutters again in your lack of response, chin coming to rest on your shoulder, “but i’m done being your taste tester.”
a laugh escapes your lips—today he’s been sat on the dining table for over twelve hours tasting your batch after batch after batch of cookies (it doesn’t help you’re not the greatest baker, and that he’s been taste-testing for three days now), and now he’s full. so full, especially from tasting batches 10-17 because god, he doesn’t know what you used as the chocolate substitute but suna hates it. (he also kept quiet about batch 18 because you accidentally substituted sugar with salt and he just about nearly cried trying to contain his laughter.)
pausing your motions, you place the sponge back in its holder and dry off your hands on your apron before turning around in his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck. suna searches your eyes for any hint of that earlier sadness to find it’s uplifted a little, to his relief. (he absolutely hates seeing you stressed.)
“you know i love you too, babe,” you tell him, and he starts groaning because he knows where you’re going with this, “but you’ll have to continue being my taste tester even if it means you’ll get some food poisoning.”
a total joke, but you’re still praying that you won’t accidentally make your boyfriend puke for the remainder of his off-season.
suna rolls his eyes, a playful “i hate you” rolling off his tongue as he makes his way back to the dining table and sits back down, “c’mon, bring me batch twenty-three.”
the smile you beam at him is enough to ease his stomach troubles (figuratively), but it really does help ease his worries. it’s been a while since he’s seen his family, and he has his own reason to feel nervous—it’s rare that he ever asks anyone for approval, but he’d like to see if his family likes you as much as he does, too.
“while you’re tasting these, i’ll go pack,” you absentmindedly tell him, moving about in the kitchen.
“sure,” he says, feeling his pockets, thanking god he remembered to grab the ring and hide it in his pockets.
I saw a tik tok of a series (i think) about anna karenina and in this specific scene a guy is tying her corset AND LEMME TELL YOU all I could think of were tendou and suna’s hands doing that then wrapping them around your waist once hes done and then them pressing a kiss to your neck and WHEW
omg i saw that tik tok, they would be such teases––tendou would most definitely hold you still and bite down on your neck to leave marks, he just can’t help himself. he’d make you look in the mirror afterwards to see how pretty you look. suna would tease you about how much you squirm from something as simple as him tying your corset. he’d leave a few marks on your neck too, but he eventually wraps his hand around your throat and pulls you in to kiss your lips passionately before walking away and telling you to finish getting ready, as if he didn’t just knock the breath out of you––
Hey, can you maybe do how hq boys (Iwa, Suna and the rest is your decision) would react when they want to do have sex (first time for the reader)and react when their s/o is insecure about their appearance and compares them with their ex ? So they are scared if they want their ex back and gets super anxious
Yeah, I feel insecure today and I'm scared that somebody would compare me with their ex (body etc)
YOU GET INSECURE BEFORE YOUR FIRST TIME
CHARACTERS: iwaizumi + suna + (gn!reader)
WARNINGS: mentions of smut but it's not too much
NOTES: i feel like this is the first full length hc i've written in a while i feel rusty skjdfhg + some small things are similar in both i'm sorry lol
iwaizumi:
would not let the insecurities live on for much longer tbh
it hurts him that you see yourself this way
and he's kinda upset with himself that you believed he would be comparing you to his ex
or even thinking about them at all while he's with you
iwaizumi could see that something was wrong before you even planned on speaking up. as soon as he reached for your shirt, his already off, you tensed up and his eyes shot up to your face, his hands retracting slowly. "what's wrong, doll? we don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know that, right?"
you swallowed roughly, feeling the heat rush to your face in embarrassment. "i––i'm sorry i just..."
you looked down but he placed a hand under your chin and tilted your head up to look into your eyes. "hey, you can tell me anything. i'm right here."
you bit your lip and forced yourself to keep looking at him, letting your eyes wander over his face instead of looking into his suddenly intimidating stare, but that didn't seem to help either. as you really looked at him closely, you found yourself wondering how and why someone like him would want to be with someone who looked like you––especially when his ex was just...so much better, in your opinion.
your voice was small when you spoke up. "are you sure you want to be with me?"
he blinked, brows furrowing immediately. "what?"
you looked down again. "when i look in the mirror..." you willed yourself to keep the tears from forming. "i don't see myself as someone who should be with you––appearance-wise, along with other things...what if you don't like what you see under my clothes? and i mean compared to your ex i––"
"stop." his voice was sharp as he interrupted you and you looked up, shocked to see a fierce, determined and almost angry look in his eyes.
"w–what?"
he clenched his jaw, but his touch was soft as he held your cheeks in both his hands. "you are the most beautiful person i've ever laid my eyes on. when i'm with you i rarely think about anyone else, let alone my ex––because you take up all the space in my mind." he looked at you earnestly, "baby i'm obsessed with you, i'm more in love with you than i've ever been with anyone else, no one even comes close to you." he took a deep breath, really wanting to make sure he got through to you.
you placed your hands over his and smiled up at him, your eyes a little glassy. "thank you––for that. i really don't deserve you."
he nudged your chin with one hand playfully, "bullshit." he whispered. "you deserve everything and more." he pulled you in for a sweet kiss and it quickly escalated, your hands coming up to pull his hair, making him groan against your lips.
you brought one of his hands under your shirt and pulled it up slightly and he leaned back to look at you. "are you sure?"
you nodded. "absolutely."
he smiled and let his fingers trace along your skin. "i will do everything in my power to show you how amazing you are, inside and out." he kissed your forehead gently, "i promise."
suna:
suna would dismiss these thoughts immediately
not because he wants to belittle or invalidate your feelings
but because he doesn't think you need to be worrying about these things
he's 100% yours and he's not going anywhere
suna was hovering over you, breathing heavily as he pressed his lips against yours and ground his hips into you. "fuck––" he kissed you a few more times and bit your bottom lip teasingly slow before pulling away and sliding down between your legs.
he looked into your eyes as his hands reached for your underwear, silently asking if you wanted to go further, but when you looked away nervously and visibly clamped up, he frowned. "what's wrong?" when you didn't respond, he sat up and sighed, squeezing your thigh playfully. "come on bub, talk to me."
you clasped your hands together and started playing with your thumbs idly. "um...i just––" he brought a hand under your chin to tilt your head up and once you looked in his eyes, you felt a strong urge to cry. you bit your lip and took a shaky breath. "i just don't feel...right for you?" his gaze hardened the slightest bit. "when i look at myself, i can't help but see all the things that are wrong and compared to your ex––"
"y/n."
you paused at the interruption, secretly grateful, knowing that if you went on, the tears would fall.
he placed a hand on your cheek and looked at you, his usual bored stare now more intense. "trust me when i say you have nothing to worry about. i know you can't solve your insecurities in a day, but please know that that pretty little head of yours is telling you nothing but nonsense. when i look at you i see none of that stuff, i just see how beautiful you are, and i think about how happy i am that i'm yours and that you're mine." he paused and a look of annoyance flashed in his eyes. "and don't even bring up my ex, they should never be on your mind, because they're never on mine either."
he pulled you in for a kiss and you smiled, your voice small as you looked into his eyes. "i love you."
his lips curved into a small smirk. "i know." he pecked your lips again. "now if you're still up for it, i'd really like to show you how much i love you" he leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, "and how perfect you are for me." his hands slid up your thighs but stayed in a respectable place, ready to do whatever you asked.
now how could you let your insecurities take over when you had such an amazing guy right in front of you––
[10:28 PM]— SUNA RINTARO
When Suna sees your story, your smile large as you’re out with friends for the first time in a while since the break up, his head spins. It’s not the outfit you’re wearing, it’s not the way the colors compliment your eyes perfectly or the way your body’s hugged in all the right places—it’s the arm wrapped around your shoulders, loosely hanging around you as though it were normal.
And he hates that the man who’s got you tucked into him seems so bright, so content.
And Suna sits in his room, on the creaky old bed, next to the dim old lamp, surrounded by the bare old walls, watching as you seem to have your life together.
Do you? Are you happy now? Now that you’re no longer tied to him, tied to his habits of shrugging you off, keeping you out of the loop, not coming to you when he needs it most, not being there for you when you needed him most.
He supposes it makes sense. It should. But he dies inside at the look on your face, and with every second he stares at your smile, his composure falters, and his eyes turn misty.
So, with shaky hands, he calls you, and to his surprise, you pick up.
“Suna?” He blinks, shocked at the normalcy of your tone.
“Hey, y/n,” he mutters. It’s quiet for a moment, and neither of you knows what to say, and then you sigh. He feels wetness seep down his cheeks.
“What is it?” Sniffling, he stares at the small cushions set up by the window where you’d both sit and watch the lights of the city. Suna pretends he’s looking out of it and talking to you while you visit your family like he used to do. He used to laugh when someone struggled parallel parking across the street, pausing you mid-sentence to tell you about it.
“I wanted to just… I just needed to hear your voice,” he whispers, admitting to you for the first time in a while that he needed something to do with your presence. Even too late, it feels somewhat nice.
But nice wasn’t always enough. Nice was fleeting, a small sense of security in a moment that you stole from the world, and it was easily outweighed by much more. Being with Suna was nice. And then it wasn’t.
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helpless
+ angst. suna x f!reader. timeskip.
+ wrote something a little short and quick, have some angst <3 ahem also hope you have a happy birthday @sunasbabie ;)
“What do you like about me then?”
Your helpless giggle brings him back to the first time he ever interacted with you, during sophomore year at the sports festival when you not-so-subtly slipped a love letter into his locker when you thought the volleyball team would be playing. (Suna wasn’t surprised that you were that muddle-headed to mix up the volleyball and basketball matches.)
“Didn’t my love letter say all?”
Suna scoffs, “thought you said it wasn’t a love letter?” His arm wraps around you, his voice deep and low against your ear, just like he always does whenever he’s teasing you.
“Like you ever believed me,” you challenge, pouting and crossing your arms. You tear your eyes away from him in favour for the city lights down below—and Suna can’t say he doesn’t like how they glitter in your eyes, and how your hair dances in the chilly night wind.
“You haven’t answered my question.”
Your groan tells him you’re about to embarrass yourself by entertaining him, but Suna smirks because he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“You’re hot,” you shrug, and while it sounds like music to his ears, he shoves you playfully, earning a laugh from you. “Hey, isn’t this the part where you say ‘you too’?”
Suna tips your chin up to face him, “I happen to think you’re gorgeous.” His fingers move up to squish your cheeks, “see? You look adorable even with your face all scrunched up.”
You swat his hand away, frowning instead. “That’s what you say to all the girls.”
“You jealous, babe?”
“Don’t ‘babe’ me, Suna Rintarou.” Yeah, because somehow you always get flustered whenever he calls you any sort of pet name. “Such a flirt.”
“Maybe.” But no, he isn’t. If he was, he would be replying to everyone in his DMs who were 95% girls trying to shoot their shot with him. Or even replying to the ones on his Tinder account, none of which interest him enough.
“I like how you’re very passionate about volleyball, even though it doesn’t look like it.” Your voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He glances at you to find your gaze fixed on the skyline, your fingers nervously picking at the hem of your jacket. “I like the way you’re so brutally honest sometimes. I like how you’re lowkey affectionate too.”
“Lowkey?” Suna meant to cut you off, to change the topic, because this sounded cornier than he expected. But even so, it was nice to hear. Especially coming from you.
“Mhm, and you’re such an ass sometimes but it’s pretty entertaining,” you conclude, probably deciding it was way too cheesy as well—Suna likes that, how you both have the same threshold on certain things.
“If I’m an ass, cut me off then,” he tells you, ruffling the top of your head.
“You’re not getting rid of me that easy, Rin,” you reply, grinning and throwing your arms around him. His grip tightens around your waist, breathing you in.
In this moment everything is perfect. It’s nearly your birthday, and—he peers down at his watch; it’s a second to midnight—he gets a hug from the most beautiful girl in the bar, your arms squeezing him and your cheek pressed against his chest.
“I love you, Suna Rintarou,” you comment with a lilt—almost like you’re joking somehow. You always were so elusive with emotions.
Before Suna can even say anything, a crowd gathers around singing ‘happy birthday’ to you. He pulls away and whispers in your ear, “you totally knew this was coming, didn’t you?”
You nod in response, but you act surprised anyway, Atsumu running to you from inside and enveloping you in a big hug. Osamu makes a comment about how Atsumu is being way too excited and getting in the way of the shot, and the blonde starts to bicker with his twin about how it would look great anyway since he was there.
Your other friends are still singing, ignoring their antics, and Suna sighs in exasperation, muttering an apology into your ear. You shake your head, “it’s fine, it’s been so long since I’ve seen everyone anyway.”
Suna observes as you try not to tear up from the fact that almost everyone freed their calendar to celebrate your birthday. It’s hard to miss your beaming face, even harder to miss how your dress hugs your body—and the hardest not to notice? How you’re absolutely brimming with bliss as your two-tiered black velvet cake is walked out onto the balcony.
“Happy birthday, princess.”
He doesn’t notice until then that your smile is less because of the cake than it is the person who carried it out. Behind the candles pops out your boyfriend’s face, sharp gaze fixed on you, attention placed solely on the birthday girl.
“Thank you, handsome,” you reply, jumping into his arms after he sets the cake down on the table. The way your forehead presses against each other only serve to remind Suna that no matter how close the two of you are that he would never get to know you that intimately. The kiss he plants on your lips is a reality check; Suna would have been the lucky one if he had just spent less time playing around. The whispers you share with him only make Suna feel like an idiot for even having that earlier conversation hoping for an inkling of the same affection you showed to your boyfriend.
He should’ve known better than that. After all, your fierce loyalty is one of the reasons Suna admired you. And in the hushed, shy way you tell your boyfriend “I love you”, Suna can tell that you mean it in a completely different way than you did earlier. (Suna doesn’t miss the way your boyfriend’s eyes meet his for just a split second—eyes full of doubt for just a moment.)
“More than anyone else?”
Suna almost wishes he was deaf. Everyone else is busy chattering among themselves, but Suna can’t take his eyes off of you.
Your eyes, though, are only locked on your boyfriend. “I promise you, Mr Hirugami, I love you more than anyone else.”
Your words are a thorn in Suna’s heart. He supposes it’s his fault for not being upfront with his feelings, for always playing it off as nothing.
Sachiro gives you a peck on the forehead. “Keep saying things like that and I might just have to give you my last name.”
It’s like all other sounds have muffled into the background, and all Suna can hear is the love drunk confession of two lovebirds.
“Maybe I want you to.”
A nudge from Osamu snaps Suna’s mind back into the foreground. “Honestly thought she would’ve ended up with you.”
“Does it matter?”
You’re blowing out the candles now, and your boyfriend has given you the biggest kiss on your cheek. Suna almost finds it nauseating.
“No, but if you ever wanted to chase her, better do it before it’s really too late.”
Suna doesn’t bother to answer. Just by looking at you he already knows; you’re happy right where you are. Who is he to take that away from you? He already lost the moment he took his time to figure it out. By the time he did, you had already been swept off your feet by another.
Just as sure as Suna is of his feelings now, he’s also sure of your feelings too. And just as much as he knows he feels for you, he also knows you feel just as much for another.
So maybe watching from a distance and not interfering is the best present he can possibly give you.
TELLING YOU HE LOVES YOU FOR THE 1ST TIME
with: kōtarō bokuto + keiji akaashi + rintarō suna
note: extremely half assed n bleh but i needed to get smth out grr
the words creep up on bokuto when he least expects them — standing with you in the empty parking lot of the gymnasium. his hood is pulled up over his messy hair, slightly obscuring his features under the already dim streetlight. “i really wanted to get a win for you tonight, i’m sorry.” his voice is quiet as he reaches for you, resting his hands on your hips. “i’m still proud of you kou, you’ll always be the best in my eyes.” a little smile works it’s way onto his face, and that little smile turns into a big grin — one that almost spells it out for you. his arms wrap around you — the sudden realization of being in love causing him to laugh as he lunges at you for a big hug. the impact almost sends you tumbling down, but he keeps you up as he beams, “i love you, so much.”
it’s been a long time coming for akaashi, and he was going to tell you after he took you out to dinner tonight — at least, that was his plan. but life doesn’t always go to plan, and now the two of you are stuck in a never ending line of traffic while the clouds above send buckets of rain down onto you. “keiji, i think we missed our reservation, maybe we should just go home.” he breathes out a sigh, leaning forward to squint through the lenses of his glasses. “but don’t worry, okay? we have all the time in the world for dates.” he diverts his attention to you upon hearing your words — and something about the way you have that bright grin on your face despite the situation causes all the feelings he has for you to surface. his hand swiftly finds your jaw as he gently pulls you in for a kiss, pulling away only to mumble against your lips, “i think i’m in love with you.”
for suna, it happens on a random monday night in his bedroom — a slip up that he wouldn’t regret. your head rests on his chest while his fingers dance on the skin of your arm. he’s already assumed that you’re asleep, but you’re not, and though it takes you a little while, you feel it — the feeling of “i <3 u” being engraved into your flesh, over and over again. you can’t help but giggle into his sweatshirt when you realize, causing his head to snap down to look at you. “what’s so funny?” you lift your head up to meet his gaze, offering him a smile as you drag your fingers across his skin in the same design. it immediately clicks for him, a cheeky smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he pushes your head back against his chest. “yeah yeah. i really do love you though.”
distant lovers
characters: suna, gn! reader
wc: 968
warnings: none, just breakup angst
a/n: inspired by this song 🤸🏻♀️
“esta tarde no pasa nada, no me puedo olvidar de ella, hace un mes que la estoy pensando, y no se si de mí se acuerda”
“this evening is uneventful, i can’t forget about her, it’s been a month since i’ve been thinking of her, and i’m unsure if she thinks of me”
Photos of the two of you still line the walls; they’re in the hallway, bedroom, living room, any spot with room for a photo had one. They were reminders, ugly ones at that, however Suna couldn’t bring himself to take them down. It’s the only physical proof he had of you…photos that prove you existed, that perhaps you did exist outside of Suna’s mind. That maybe…maybe you weren’t made up, and everything you both lived through together was real. That’s just it though…it was.
Past tense.
Past meaning you’re no longer here, which makes it exceedingly difficult for Suna to continue reminding himself you once loved him. If only you still did love him, if only you were still here. At home. Home. His apartment stopped feeling like home the moment you left, the minute you were no longer with him…the second you stopped loving him.
All he can do is stare at the photos, despite the constant ache in his chest, despite the tears that brim in his eyes as soon as his eyes land on your smile, they remind him of the wonderful memories you both share.
He’s not sure when everything changed, if he’s honest. When he stopped being enough. When you got bored and sought out something else he couldn’t give you. He would’ve given you the world, all you had to do was ask. Maybe that’s it though. Maybe he shouldn’t have waited, maybe he should’ve offered it to you first, should’ve placed possibilities onto a table so you knew he would do anything for you. Because he would. He should’ve.
He should’ve followed you to the airport. Should’ve stopped you before it was too late. He had seen the ticket after you had purchased it without him knowing…a one-way ticket. If only he had been able to calm himself long enough to check where you were headed, if only he hadn’t let his tears get in the way. But he couldn’t stop the shaking of his hands at the time, and instead took it out on you. Argued with you for who knows how long about who knows what. He just needed to let out his frustrations.
He was frustrated because he knew that every second that went by he was losing you. That every passing second ticked closer to your departure. If only he had checked the time of your flight. He would’ve seen that you were leaving while he was going to be out of the house. He would be smack in the middle of practice, far too concerned with a practice match or penalty drills, too busy to think about you.
So you took advantage of Suna being gone. Packed your bags in an awful silence, bottom lip wobbling as you tried not to cry. Because to your credit, you did love him. Once. There once was a time where he plagued your mind, and you felt light on your feet at the mere thought of him. When a kiss from him on your cheek would make your heart beat erratically. When holding his hand made you incredibly nervous. When you envisioned a future with him.
That future didn’t exist anymore. At least…not with Suna. It wasn’t his fault. Unfortunately, things just didn’t pan out the way you both had hoped. If Suna were to ask you when you stopped loving him, you wouldn’t know how to respond. There wasn’t one specific moment. It just…happened.
After a while, his kisses didn’t make you feel lightheaded anymore. You no longer forgot how to breathe when he looked at you, completely enamored. And eventually, you dreaded coming home. So you did what you thought was best, which was leave while Suna was out.
You couldn’t face him because you knew what he’d ask, maybe not word per word, but you had a clue about what his questions could’ve been.
Why don’t you love me anymore?
Was it something I said?
Was it something I did?
Was it something I didn’t do?
And worst of all. When did you stop loving me?
You couldn’t face him. It hurt too much to even think of Suna hurting this way; you just couldn’t see the dejection and hurt in his eyes. The best thing you could do was leave behind a letter.
And you did…you placed it in the middle of the table, leaning against a vase with wilted flowers that neither of you bothered changing. You left not long after that.
That was a month ago.
Suna’s friends tell him to get out of his apartment, take a walk in the cool air for a clear head. But he doesn’t want to clear his head, he’s afraid of forgetting you. He knows he should move on. You suggested in your letter he go after the girl he had liked before you. That you had a feeling the aforementioned girl still liked him. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t move on.
He’s holding out for your return. Despite knowing your ticket was for a plane leaving Japan, he was still holding out. He had already waited a month, no matter how taxing it was…he waited. He thinks of you every morning, when he’s in between being awake and being lulled back to sleep, when his mind is still foggy, he thinks of you. And he can almost trick himself into thinking you’re beside him. He’ll stretch an arm out, hand searching for your warmth. When he’s met with a cold bedsheet it all comes flooding back…coming home to an empty apartment, lights off and a sick, empty feeling. Suddenly, his apartment felt too big, too spacious.
It’s felt that way ever since. But no matter what transpired between you two, no matter what hell you’ve put him through, he’ll wait for you…with arms wide open.
WHITE DENIM OVERALLS — a suna rintarou x reader SMAU
m.list
cw : grief & loss, swearing, innuendo, ooc, suggestive (I’m v bad at warnings so pls lmk if I missed anything!!), angsty + FOUND FAMILY
synopsis : you stopped believing in love the day your dad passed—leaving you to pay the debt left off from building his dream bakery. when your long term boyfriend breaks off a three year long relationship via text, you wonder if you have any more life left to live. heaven sends you a surprise ◡̈
© froyaoya all rights reserved. do not repost, modify, steal, plagiarize, or translate my works on any platform.
author’s note : more fic than smau TT , mostly twitter screenshots!! messages come in later on, esp with the lack of characters.. proceed with caution this is v rin centered !!!!!!! and everything is planned out so u get a preview of all the chapter titles :)
status : completed 🍞 taglist : closed
profiles
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prologue: tiny suburban bakery
001: iced lemon loaves / self deprecating humor
002: venn diagram
003: monsters under the bed
004: softness vs. survival
005: not waiting for you anymore
006: building the same house
007: blue door deja vu
epilogue: somewhere between
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