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how the haikyuu boys lift you

bridal style. gently sweeping their arms behind your legs, lifting you effortlessly off the ground and close to their chest. their hands keep a tight, comfortable hold on your body.

osamu. semi. daichi. meian. iwaizumi. aran. matsukawa.

the koala hug. their hands firmly on your thighs, your arms tightly around their neck to stay there. pressing his fingers into your skin in fleeting squeezes, feeling your breath against their neck.

suga. kenma. lev. ukai. kuroo. kita. hanamaki. sakusa. akaashi. takeda. kunimi.

piggyback. so excited every time you say you’re exhausted, instantly crouching before you in a silent invitation to climb on his back. arms looped around your legs to keep you there, never showing signs that he needs a break.

aone. bokuto. asahi. komori. tsukki. noya. goshiki. koganegawa. ushijima. yaku. omimi.

over-the-shoulder. finding you at the most inconvenient times, without warning grabbing your legs and hoisting you over his shoulder. pulling you from your focus to come face-to-face with his backside. hysterical laughter whilst you yell to be put down.

suna. osamu. atsumu. yamamoto. tanaka. tendou. kyotani. daisho. romero.

dirty dancing style. determined to lift you as high over his head as possible after seeing it in the movie. promising he can do it, each time managing to hold you in the air for the slightest bit longer. the proud laugh every time, convincing you to let him do it in many less than appropriate circumstances.

atsumu. oikawa. kageyama. hoshiumi. hinata. terushima.

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oikawa knew instantly he could do the lift after seeing it and did it in public.

kageyama saw a clip of oikawa do it and was determined to try do it too.

hinata then saw kageyama do it and was also determined to do it.

tsukki pretends to be annoyed at you for wanting a piggyback but you have never asked for them.

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We be eating good when it drops then

Book 7 is gonna have like 30 episodes in the anime if it gets green light

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Left Behind - Hinata x Reader

Y/n thought she had moved on from the pain Hinata caused when he left for Brazil without a word. But when their paths cross years later, old wounds resurface, and she’s forced to confront the heartbreak she worked so hard to bury. This time, she refuses to forgive him, no matter how much it still hurts.

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The day Hinata left had started like any other, and that was what made it hurt the most. There was no warning, no sign that her life was about to fracture. She’d gone about her morning with the lightness that came from knowing she’d see him soon. After all, she always did. His house had been her second home, a place where the door was always open, and his smile was always waiting for her.

But when she knocked, it wasn’t Hinata who answered.

His mother greeted her with the same warmth as always, but there was something off in her expression, a hint of confusion as she said, “Oh, Y/n, I thought you knew. Shōyō’s already left for Brazil.”

For a moment, Y/n simply stared at her, the words not quite registering. Brazil? She managed a weak laugh, certain this was some kind of misunderstanding. “What do you mean? Brazil for what?”

Mrs. Hinata’s confusion deepened. “For volleyball training. He left early this morning. Didn’t he tell you?”

Her world stopped.

Y/n could feel her heartbeat in her ears, her chest tightening as if all the air had been sucked out of her lungs. “He didn’t tell me,” she whispered, the words barely audible.

“Oh,” his mother said softly, her expression shifting to sympathy. “I���m so sorry. He was just so excited about the opportunity. I thought... I thought you knew.”

Y/n nodded mechanically, her body moving while her mind screamed in denial. She said goodbye and walked away, her legs trembling beneath her. As soon as she turned the corner, she collapsed onto a park bench, her hands clutching her head as the realization crashed over her like a tidal wave.

He was gone.

No goodbye. No explanation. Just gone.

The betrayal hit her first, sharp and suffocating. She had been there for him through everything, cheering him on, supporting his dreams, loving him with her whole heart. And yet, when it came to this—when it came to leaving the country, leaving her—he hadn’t thought she deserved to know.

And then came the loneliness. The aching, all-consuming emptiness that hollowed her out from the inside. Hinata had been her sun, the one constant in her world. Without him, everything felt darker, colder.

She went to his house the next day, half-convinced it was all some horrible misunderstanding. Maybe his mother had been wrong, or maybe he’d come back to explain. But the house was quiet, his absence tangible in every corner. She wandered to the gym after that, desperate for something familiar, but the sight of the empty court only deepened the ache in her chest.

She was alone. Truly, completely alone.

Most of her friends from high school had moved on—abroad for college, to other prefectures for work, scattered across places too far for her to reach. The volleyball team she had poured her heart into now felt like strangers. The life she’d built around Hinata crumbled, leaving her with nothing but memories that hurt to recall.

Years passed before the wounds began to heal.

Moving to a new city for university helped. The unfamiliar streets, the different pace of life—it all gave her a chance to rebuild herself from the ground up. It was during this time that she reconnected with Kenma and Kuroo. At first, it was casual, just old acquaintances catching up. But soon, they became her anchors.

Kenma’s quiet presence was a balm for her fractured heart. He never pried, never pushed, but he was always there, a steady comfort on the days when the weight of her loneliness felt unbearable. Kuroo, on the other hand, refused to let her wallow. His teasing banter and relentless optimism pulled her out of her shell, reminding her how to laugh again.

By the time they invited her to help with the exhibition match, she felt steady for the first time in years. She’d built a life she was proud of, found a version of herself that didn’t revolve around anyone else.

And then, she saw him.

It happened in an instant. She was checking rosters near the court, her focus on the clipboard in her hands, when a familiar laugh cut through the air. Her chest tightened reflexively, and she froze, the pen slipping from her fingers. Slowly, almost unwillingly, she turned toward the sound.

And there he was.

Hinata Shōyō, standing across the court, grinning as he talked with Bokuto and Atsumu. He looked older, taller, stronger. His presence was just as magnetic as she remembered, lighting up the room effortlessly.

But all she could feel was the crushing weight of the past rushing back, dragging her to her knees.

It was like she was seventeen again, sitting on that park bench with tears streaming down her face, hearing his mother’s voice echo in her head: “He’s gone to Brazil.”

Her chest ached as if the old wound had been torn open, raw and bleeding once more. She thought she’d healed, thought she’d moved on. But seeing him again proved how fragile her recovery had been. The pain, the longing, the unanswered questions—they all surged back, suffocating her.

Hinata’s eyes finally found hers, and his smile faltered, his expression shifting to something softer, almost hesitant. He took a step toward her, then another, until he was standing in front of her, close enough that she could see the faint freckles on his face.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice quiet, almost reverent. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

Her heart twisted painfully. She wanted to scream at him, to demand answers, to tell him how much he’d hurt her. But all she managed was a strained, “I could say the same to you.”

He hesitated, guilt flickering across his face. “I... I’ve missed you.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid. Y/n clenched her fists at her sides, trying to keep her composure as the memories of his departure threatened to overwhelm her.

Before she could respond, Kuroo’s voice called her name from across the court, snapping her out of the moment. She turned away abruptly, forcing herself to walk toward Kuroo, even as her legs felt like they might give out beneath her.

The rest of the day passed in a haze. She avoided Hinata as much as she could, throwing herself into her work. But every time she caught a glimpse of him—his smile, his laugh, the way he moved on the court—it was like a knife to the chest.

When the match ended, Y/n found herself standing outside the venue, staring at the sky as the weight of the day finally caught up to her. She heard footsteps behind her, and she didn’t have to turn to know who it was.

“Y/n,” Hinata said softly, his voice carrying the same warmth that had once been her everything. “Can we talk?”

She closed her eyes, bracing herself. She didn’t know if her heart could survive hearing his explanation—or if she could survive without it.

Y/n took a deep breath before turning to face him. His eyes were earnest, searching hers for something she wasn’t sure she could give him. The sight of him so close again—Hinata, the boy who had once been her entire world—made her chest ache.

“What do you want, Hinata?” she asked, her voice sharper than she intended.

He flinched at her tone but didn’t back away. “I just... I need to explain.”

“Explain?” Her laugh was bitter, hollow. “You had years to explain. You had every opportunity to tell me before you left, or even after. But you didn’t.”

Hinata’s shoulders sagged, and for a moment, he looked so small, so unlike the confident person she’d seen on the court. “I know I messed up. I was scared—”

“Scared of what?” she cut him off, her voice rising. “Scared of me? Of telling me the truth? Do you have any idea what it was like for me? To show up at your house, expecting to see you like I always did, only to find out from your mom that you’d gone? To Brazil, of all places? Without a word? Without even a goodbye?”

Her voice cracked on the last word, and she cursed herself for it. She didn’t want him to see how much he still affected her, how deeply the wound still ran.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said softly, his gaze dropping to the ground. “I thought... I thought it would be easier this way.”

“Easier for who?” she snapped, the anger bubbling up in her chest. “Because it sure as hell wasn’t easier for me. I was left behind, Hinata. Alone. Everyone else had moved on, and I didn’t have anyone to turn to. Do you know how long it took me to even start putting the pieces back together?”

He looked up at her then, his eyes filled with guilt and something else—something she didn’t want to name. “I know I can’t take it back,” he said. “But I want to make it right. I want us to—”

“Don’t.” Her voice was firm, cutting him off. “Don’t you dare say you want us to go back to how things were. Because we can’t. You shattered that the moment you walked away without a word.”

Hinata opened his mouth to respond, but she didn’t give him the chance.

“You don’t get to come back into my life and act like you can fix this,” she said, her voice trembling with the effort to hold herself together. “You made your choice, and I’ve spent years trying to live with it. I don’t owe you forgiveness, and I don’t owe you a second chance.”

The silence that followed was deafening. She could see the pain in his eyes, the way his hands clenched into fists at his sides, but she didn’t care. She’d spent too long carrying the weight of his absence to let him off the hook now.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

She swallowed hard, her throat tight with unshed tears. “I know you are. But it’s not enough.”

With that, she turned and walked away, her footsteps heavy with the weight of everything she’d left unsaid.

Her internal struggle didn’t end there.

That night, as she sat alone in her apartment, the emotions she’d been holding back came crashing down. She wrapped her arms around herself, the memories of their time together flooding her mind.

She thought of the way he used to look at her, his eyes bright with excitement as he talked about volleyball. The way he’d always make time for her, even when he was exhausted from practice. The way he’d made her feel like she was part of something bigger, something special.

And then she thought of the emptiness that had followed, the endless nights spent wondering why she wasn’t enough for him to stay, or at least to say goodbye.

She had moved on, or at least she’d told herself she had. But seeing him again had ripped open wounds she thought had healed, and now she wasn’t sure how to close them.

As for Hinata, he stood outside the venue long after she’d left.

Her words echoed in his mind, each one a knife to the chest. He had known he’d hurt her, but hearing the depth of her pain, seeing the anger and betrayal in her eyes—it was almost more than he could bear.

He had always been so focused on his dreams, so consumed by the desire to prove himself, that he hadn’t considered what his choices might cost the people he loved. And now, standing there in the aftermath of her rejection, he realized just how much he had lost.

But as much as he wanted to fight for her, to prove that he could be better, he knew it wasn’t his decision to make.

In the weeks that followed, Y/n threw herself back into her work with Kenma and Kuroo. She told herself that she was fine, that she had said everything she needed to say. But late at night, when the world was quiet and her thoughts were loud, she couldn’t stop the memories from creeping in.

She didn’t regret standing her ground. She didn’t regret refusing to forgive him. But she couldn’t deny the ache in her chest, the part of her that still longed for the boy who had once been her everything.

And maybe that was the cruelest part of it all—knowing that she could still love someone who had broken her so completely.

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more Osamu from my daily drawings on ig

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my. collection :)

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OIKAWA AS YOUR MUTUAL THAT YOU HATE IRL

oikawa x gender neutral reader

you and toru have been mutuals on twitter for almost a year as you both run and met through twice fan accounts. you talk to him more than your irl friends atp. on the other hand you and oikawa don’t get along irl, as you’re both on opposing college teams and constantly competing for nationals. since then he’s always picked on you at games, but that all changes when you finally decide to meet your favorite oomf in person.

notes — karasuno is a mixed gender team in this to keep it gn, and instead of highschool these are college teams / the messages in the first section are like throughout the week before you two meet up

ooc idk? it’s been a while. assume everyone is 20ish, i cud make this a cute mini au one day but rn i’m lazy so this is fast paced

also here’s the soobin version i wrote a while ago

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Your stomach was swarming with nerves as you made your way inside the cafe, the scent of freshly made coffee and sweaty college students from the stadium surrounding you as you slid into line. Admittedly, you never thought you'd get the chance to meet Toru, he was just your cute internet friend and nothing would ever happen.

That was, until today.

It was a bit embarrassing that you stared at the selfie he'd sent for longer than you should've. It was difficult to comprehend the boy you'd been talking to for so long was hiding such a pretty figure. Even with the emoji hiding his face you could tell he was cute.

You eye the display of cakes and decide to pick one up for the both of you as Toru had already promised to get you guys coffee. You felt bad going empty handed after finally meeting him.

You reach down to grab onto the last chocolate slice and your hands meet another. Usually, you'd let it slide and choose something else even though you touched it first. But, when you looked to your left and locked eyes with your self-proclaimed enemy, Toru Oikawa, those thoughts washed away. You were going to fight for that slice of mediocre cake.

"Not you again," Oikawa sighed, tugging the slice towards him, "Don't be obnoxious."

"Says you," you scoff, tightly grabbing onto the plate, "Why are you always so rude towards me? Is it because we annihilated you in the game?”

"You were just lucky," He grins, his large hands tugging the cake closer towards him, "Choose something else.”

"You choose something else. Losers don’t deserve nice cake! I got to it first!”

"Ok and?" Oikawa questions, like the little shit he is.

"Fine, just take it," you sigh, not wanting to make Toru wait. Good Toru, not this evil one beside you. But as you let go of the cake and step back you notice Oikawa’s outfit. He was adorned in clothes that oddly resembled the photo Toru had sent you.

"You made me lose my appetite," Oikawa mutters, dropping the cake and shuffling past you. You shake off the familiarity and make your way towards the back. Most men wore the same clothes, it was nothing.

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You eye the walls of the cafe until you come across the wooden tables from the photo.

You start scouring the seats for someone that resembled Toru but the only person in your vicinity was Oikawa.

You inch your way closer towards him with morbid curiosity, hoping that your suspicions would be proved wrong. But as you got closer the drinks on the table and location of your rival were too similar to the photo Toru had sent you.

Unfortunately, Oikawa locked eyes with you.

"What do you want? Are you here to apologize?" he questions, playing with the straw of his drink as he barely gave you a glance.

"Toru? From twitter?" you tentatively ask, your voice hoarse from the nerves. This couldn't be happening.

Oikawa pauses.

"What?" he slowly asks, turning to look at you, "What did you call me?"

"Oh my god," you gasp, "Are you ruluvyeon?"

"What..," he starts, catching on, "You're urmomoyn?"

Your username sounds foreign on his tongue but it was him. Oikawa was your Toru. Evil Toru was your sweet Toru.

Your beloved Toru was the same guy you've been on bad terms with all year. Just your luck.

Before Oikawa could comprehend anything or you could answer, you decide to do the most mature thing anyone would do in that situation.

You run.

And he doesn't follow.

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The street was dark apart from the flickering lamps on the side of the walkway as you made your way towards Oikawa - or well Toru’s - house. It still felt odd.

Your palms felt clammy and you were clad in your pajamas, in too much of a rush to change. Which was a decision you were regretting since the flimsy fabric did nothing to protect you against the wind.

Before you knew it you spotted the complex Toru supposedly lived in, and as you walked closer you could see his tall figure waiting for you in the dark. It would've been rather creepy if not for the fact he was drowning in a large hoodie and sweats with a beanie tugged on his hair.

His arms were crossed across his chest as he rocked back and forth due to the cold.

You swallowed your nerves and made your way towards him, not quite knowing what to do with your hands other than give him an awkward wave as he spotted you.

"Hey," he breathed out, gesturing for you to follow him inside.

The warmth of his apartment was far more welcoming than the freezing night. He shut the door behind you both and tugged off his beanie as he gestured for you to sit down.

"Hi," you greeted back as you sank down on his couch. The entire place felt very lived in.

Toru’s face scrunched up into an sly smile.

"I missed you," you added, "I'm glad you reached out."

"I am too," he hummed, reaching out to take his hand into yours. His palms felt warm against your own freezing ones.

"What was your last text about?" you question as his thumb rubs circles on your palm.

"I don't know what you’re talking about?" he smiles, "What did I say?"

"You know damn well what you said," you huff.

"Okay, well I meant it," he answers, "I convinced myself to try and forget you since you were an online friend. But having you right in front of me changed things."

"Changed things how?" you say, warmth creeping up your cheeks.

"Well, for one I can actually see you," Oikawa notes, "And do things like this," he adds, his voice going quiet as he reaches over to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "And, instead of fantasizing about kissing you, I could actually do it."

"You fantasized about it?" you ask in disbelief, still flustered at the touch of his hand so close to your face "You didn't even know what I looked like!"

"You were kinda just a blob in my mind," he shrugs, a smile tilting his lips at your offended face.

"A cute blob though, right?”

"Of course."

“You never imagined me as my icon?”

“Only when you changed it to Gojo.”

“Oh fuck off,” you laugh.

"So, you really don't hate me?" you muse, playing with his fingers, "It's so weird seeing you be so gentle."

"Would you rather me go back to being rude?" he replies, "But I really don't. I feel a shitty at how I used to treat you. You just get me riled up.”

"It's okay, I did the same," you assure, patting his hand, "Let's start fresh."

"Okay," he agrees, clasping your hand in between his, "Let's go out."

"Straight to the point?"

"I don't think we should waste any more time," he replies, “And my entire team thinks I made you up.”

“I need to make it up to you,” you sigh.

"Kiss me and consider yourself forgiven," Oikawa easily grins, looking at you with the usual look of arrogance he sends you through the net when he wishes you a terrible game. But this time it looks different. Like he wants you to win.

“Alright,” you manage to croak out, your throat closing up at your false confidence.

Honestly, you were qute irritated with yourself on how you treated Oikawa for the past few months. You desperately wanted to move on and start fresh.

Oikawa let out a surprised laugh and you wanted to ingrain the sound into your mind. He brought up his free palm to his mouth and let out a small giggle into it.

“Go ahead then,” he smiles.

"Okay," you manage to say, taking a deep breath.

"Any day now,” Oikawa smirks.

"Shut up, I need a moment-," you started, but were interrupted as he reached over and yanked on your top to slot his lips against yours. He stumbled and you both fell backwards onto the couch as he caught himself above you, both knees outside your hips as you snaked your hands around his waist.

He stared at your for a mere moment in disbelief before leaning down to capture your lips with his. His lips felt pillowy against your own and his warm body right on top of yours made it feel just as good.

You had to remind yourself not to laugh into the kiss.

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Can I Use Your Shower?

Pairings: Barney Stinson x Reader, Slight!Barney Stinson x The Random Woman in Barney’s apartment

Fandom: How I Met Your Mother

Summary: The shower at your apartment is cold as all hell, so you ask Barney if you could shower at his apartment.

Warnings: Barney’s usual sexcapades, so many sexual references

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so… if we have your sexuality hcs what about their types?

(and maybe how would they approach their future s/o? maybe with a letter or just straight up “i like you”)

hope you’re doing good and staying hydrated

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i tried to focus on personality rather than physical appearance so idk if it’s exactly what you wanted. sorry if it sucks, i am trapped in a car again. Free Me.

price

his type

dilf/milf enjoyer

he wants someone who’s caring but also independent

who can handle themselves when he runs off on missions for weeks at a time

how he’d ask you out

is weirdly blunt about it

sounds like he’s negotiating a business deal

(the overly formal language is to hide that he’s nervous)

gaz

his type

people who don’t take things too seriously

carefree but not childish yknow?

how he’d ask you out

smooth af

has you laughing and blushing so much that you don’t even realize you’ve agreed to anything

until you’re alone later and you’re like ��wait did he mean a friend date or a Date-“

ghost

his type

not picky about appearances, focuses more on personality

someone who has their shit together because he definitely doesn’t

how he’d ask you out

doesn’t

bottles his feelings up until he dies

being serious, it would take literal years because even if you were giving him the clearest signs that you like him, he’d still gaslight himself into thinking you’re not attracted to him

it would probably take one of the guys pushing him into it and he’d be fully expecting you to reject him

soap

his type

women who look like they can kill him

most important thing for him is hygiene/self-care

not necessarily a bodybuilder,, just like someone who takes care of themselves

idk how to explain this

how he’d ask you out

just blurts it out randomly

you don’t take him seriously at first

so he gets friend-zoned like ten times before you realize he’s serious and go out with him

alejandro

his type

i hate to say it but he’s definitely one of those guys who likes to be coddled

so someone who’s caring and affectionate (and clingy, like him)

how he’d ask you out

surprisingly sweet about it

he falls hard and fast and he doesn’t want you to underestimate how much he cares about this/you

he’s a fan of big gestures

so he brings mariachi and one of those big ass bouquets to your house

rudy

his type

just,,, someone who’s not dumb

he deals with alejandro’s antics enough

he just wants someone with common sense

how he’d ask you out

i think he’s a bit old fashioned

so he spends weeks ‘courting’ you before actually making a move

similar to alejandro but he does it somewhere private so there’s no pressure (or nosy neighbors recording)

graves

his type

emotionally vulnerable people who rely on him

WHAT WHO SAID THAT

tbh i don’t think he has a ‘type’

he just likes what he likes

but if he had to pick, he prefers partners with experience

how he’d ask you out

again: doesn’t

you just wake up one day and realize you’ve been dating him for the past two years

makarov

his type

confidence

doesn’t care what you look like, having a confident demeanor is enough to catch his eye

how he’d ask you out

kidnapping someone counts as asking them out, right?

keegan

his type

alternative fashion (specifically goths)

personality wise, someone who’s not afraid to call him on his shit/speak up in general

how he’d ask you out

nothing fancy, just casually asks one day

is really nonchalant about it but nearly throws up from excitement when you say yes

nikolai

his type

he needs someone who matches his freak

and by that i mean, someone who won’t even blink if he comes home with 5 stray cats one day

so just someone who’s generally chill and laidback

how he’d ask you out

hear me out-

you spend months agonizing over whether you’re just friends or if he likes you

and when you finally ask him, he’s just “wdym do i like you? haven’t we been dating for the past four months??”

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here you go professor. several pages of home brewed bullshit. as opposed to the chatgpt-brewed bullshit you're used to these days. i hope u enjoy it i worked very hard on it ❤️

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𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔉𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯

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i miss my 2020-2022 friends from tumblr :(

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“Get ready with me to breakup with my fiancé-“

“BUUUUUULLSHIT YOU ARE!”

Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.

“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”

You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”

“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”

“Rinnie!”

“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”

“Your point?”

His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”

“Oh, please-“

“To Komori.”

This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“

“Oh, I’m serious, too.”

You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”

“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”

“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”

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how do we feel about this

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i fucking love tumblr on new years i scroll past a glittertext gif wishing me a happy 2002 i scroll past my mutual wishing me a happy 2018 i scroll past a gifset wishing me a happy 2013 i scroll p

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new year , new us