#See Aon ? That's how you crush on people !

[thefriendoforatioisdead]

I need to give Lady Uang a hug and help her run away from this life because she deserves the world

[akoyaxs]

˚༄ Tunutu ✮ Meaning: object of desire, crush ✮ Pairing: Aonung x fem!human reader ✮ Meaning: object of desire, crush ✮ Warnings: Reader POV, smutty smut smut,seemingly unrequited love, misunderstandings, size kink, oral sex, p in v, aftercare, fluffy fluff fluff, ✮ Word Count: 12.9k

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To be fair, the reef was different. 

At least in the Omatikaya village, the na'vi knew you weren't RDA, that you were only fascinated with their culture and wanting to help. The trouble was, what could one small human do to aid the massive, muscular na'vi who, at every turn, always seemed to be the ones to help you out. Which is why when Norm received a help call from Jake Sully, you automatically offered yourself up for the job.

You had grown up alongside the Sully kids, always growing smaller and smaller in their eyes. Now in adulthood, you were still trying to overcome their teasing that you were still barely above their hips in their more muscular, lithe bodies,

And since the absence of the Sullys and Spider, you hardly had a reason to come around the Omatikaya village anymore. Although the science compound was tedious and cagey at times, you had traded your beautifully beaded na'vi style tops and tewngs for more "appropriate clothing". It was probably more suitable too; the older you got, the less the na'vi clothes fit your stubbornly human body. At least you were larger than na'vi in one particular place.

But as you watched the science labs fade away through the perilously open side of the helicopter, the forest too replaced by a vast stretch of ever-deepening glistening ocean, you felt a small pang inside you. It's not like you were leaving any family or friend, they were not so quite waiting for you at the reef.

Which is when it happened. You saw him.

You were always much more interested in na'vi than humans, how could you not be when they were so much more muscular, smoother, and well, bigger. But you had never seen a reef na'vi before, and on the very off chance you had carelessly thought of the Metkayina, you had forgotten to factor in their physique.

He was taller than any other na'vi you'd ever seen, his whole body broad and muscular and massive, his very toned stomach tapering into a sluttily slim waist for such a broad man and a slight x shape to where his very prominent abs met his ribcage.

As the helicopter settled on the sand, surrounded by a crowd of extremely confused and intrigued Metkayina, he was helping Neteyam keep them back. You shook your head- this was hardly the time to be drooling over handsome new boys when Kiri needed help.

Jake was running over, shouting at Norm and pulling him into a quick hug before he spotted you. He looked tired and strained and stressed, yet still managed to smile and pull you into a hug, clearly forgetting that you're a human and half-crushing you to death.

"Good to see you kid," he grins. "Well, you're hardly a kid anymore."

You had tried to help carry some of the boxes in, yet they were sized for Jake and Norm, and you were quickly left aone by the helicopter, surrounded by curious na'vi. You could tell no one saw you as a threat by the way they stared, as though you were something exotic and adorable and even amusing.

Moreover, you could feel his eyes on you, more weary and suspicious and almost taunting than his people, and you swallowed heavily before nervously making your way through the crowd and following the shapes of Jake and Norm ahead.

So maybe you hadn't had a great start with the mystery guy from the way he was staring, but you soon met him again when Ronal pulled you aside and into a marui.

There he was, standing between who was clearly Tonowari and a sweet-looking shorter girl.

"Oel ngati kameie," you said nervously, apprehensively gesturing and praying to Eywa that your voice didn't actually sound as timid and squeaky as it seemed to yourself.

The Olo'eyktan and the girl looked pleased, but he just continued to blankly and shamelessly stare at you, until your throat felt dry and the silence was starting to make you want to cry. But you refused to play into either of the roles na'vi assume of humans; the evil, power-hungry, trigger-happy demons, or the tiny timid pushovers.

"Jake Sully has requested you stay with us," Ronal finally said. "He believes you could be useful to the Metkayina."

"Well," you say, throat dry and desperately trying to keep your voice steady under the eyes of the four Metkayina. "I'm good at healing- I learnt much from the Omatikaya Tsahìk."

"This is my daughter Tsireya," Tonowari said, looking pleased with you. "She will help accustom you to our village, as well as my son, Aonung."

Instantly Aonung's eyes narrowed, and you feel your heart thud a little at the annoyance on his face at the instruction of him spending time with you.

"Father, first the Sullys and now a tawtute-"

"It is decided," Tonowari cut his son off. "The Sullys may assist you as well, and Toruk Makto tells me you are to have a human home on the edge of the village."

And that was that, apparently. No one asked you if you wanted to suddenly live in the reef, yet you had the Sullys and that was all that mattered. The small human area was hidden in the small forest beside a river and behind the Metkayina village, which was fair given the aesthetic monstrocity of it.

It was another horribly shiny metal demountable shared between you and Spider, each of you owning your own small room with a tiny cupboard, rickety bed and nothing more, and sharing a small space between.

Soon after you moved in, you could hardly get Lo'ak to move out, him and Spider always playing stupid video games and eating the shitty food you had hoarded, yet you took every chance to get outside.

It's not like you ever did much, you even managed to go the first few months without swimming or being in swimmers in front of all these beautiful na'vi, but you were determined to prove yourself.

So day after day, you worked endlessly on anything you could find to be helpful. You quickly learnt the new herbs for healing and how to navigate the bouncy village suspended over the water. You also found out the na'vi women loved your weavings and beadings, your "tiny hands" able to create very intricate works in proportion to their larger bodies.

And you found that Metkayina men were extremely intrigued by you.

You wondered if maybe Spider had blabbed to someone about you, about your greater attraction to na'vi than humans, because you suddenly found the healing marui that you often worked in when Ronal couldn't strangely often occupied by men with injuries that could have easily been healed at home or better treated by Ronal herself.

You also didn't miss their comments about the coverage of your clothing, about how small you were and the softness of your tawtute skin.

Okay so yes, maybe you were secretly crushing hard on Aonung, but the Olo'eyktans son treated you with amusement and cockiness when you happened to interact with him every now and then. So of course you were flattered by the attention of the broad strong Metkayina, and a woman has needs.

All the sexual interactions you share with the Metkayina range from adequate to somewhat satisfying, but the longer you stay in Awa'atlu and the more female friends you make, the more you hear.

All the village girls seem to talk about is Aonung, the prince of the clan. He's not exactly selective about the women he spends his time with, but his precious company is so apparently mind-blowing and pleasurable that it seems to be the most valued thing on the island.

Which is fine.

He obviously doesn't like you that much, and you'd probably have to fight off fifty village girls for that attention from him anyway. He never bothered to accustom you to the village, rather staring and glaring from the back or side as Tsireya befriended you. 

And you definitely didn't make an effort to get him to look at you. No, your increasingly smaller outfits are a reflection of your growing comfort in the village and the hot temperatures of the reef. The other villagers liked your outfits though, even if they did find it strange, often asking why you wore such large clothing. So you started to phase out the cargos and massive jumpers with flowy skirts and tighter tops.

Besides, you have options, even if all your admirers are only seeking the thrill and adventure and tightness of being with a tawtute.

A shout of laughter from outside brings you back to attention, and you set down the paste you had been mixing on a small table before quietly moving over to peek out. Just as you stick your small head out, you find yourself suddenly bumped backwards as several figures walk into the healing marui.

Folding your arms and frowning at the rowdy boys, you watch them as they comfortably space out around the marui. You recognise them instantly- the three skxawngs that Aonung always seemed to hang out with.

"Can I help you?" you ask, trying not to raise your brows when Koro laughs and shoves Nashvi forward to speak to you.

"Yeah," Nashvi grins stupidly. "Us and Aonung were out by the reef when an akula attacked, and we got a few injuries."

You can't help raising your brows at this. There are only several small scratches across the boys bodies, the worst only looking five inches long on Ongu's leg. But you have a job, and you aren't about to refuse to help Aonung's friends.

"Alright, sit down," you say tiredly, reaching up to lightly lead Nashvi to the woven mat you heal on.

As you turn to gather some more ointment, you can hear the three boys chuckling stupidly behind you, but when you turn, their smiles are quickly hidden and they don't make eye contact with each other. Shrugging off your discomfort and annoyance, you lift up Nashvi's hair to apply the ointment to the scratches on his back.

They are not easy patients. They're whiny when you touch their miniscule, pointless little scratches, and they chuckle and grin shiftily at each other every time you move. It's an awkward interaction with each, and finally you can't take the silence anymore.

"What were you doing out by the reef?" you ask, in a desperate attempt to make conversation.

"Aonung wanted to hunt," Koro shrugs.

"Where is Aonung?"

They all grin again at your question, and you straighten up and frown.

"Missing your boyfriend are you?" Ongu leers.

You straighten up instantly, a frown fixed on your small face and your fist clenched slightly around the bowl.

"What are you talking about?" you say coolly, turning away from the boys under the pretence of collecting more herbs to add to the ointment.

"You're pining after him," Koro grins. "It's so obvious, all the little looks you shoot him, batting your eyelashes whenever he's around. You're so cool and all with other guys, but as soon as Aonung's around you're acting like a little lovestruck prolemuris."

"I do not," you say hotly, forgetting to act cool and hide the deep flush across your cheeks.

"Please," Nashvi scoffs. "You couldn't be more obvious if you tried."

Your face is growing hotter and hotter, and when you turn around, you find that the three boys have crept slightly closer, so now you're stuck between them.

"I don't have a crush on Aonung," you lie, knowing full well that you aren't convincing anyone. "I don't even like him."

"These little outfits say otherwise," Koro grins, reaching out to pinch your hip.

You jerk away from the contact, the bare skin of your hip between your top and low skirt burning slightly from his touch and the accusation of his words.

"Fuck off," you grumble, pushing at his hands as he reaches towards you again.

"What happened to the sweet little girl whenever he's around?"

"She's about to do worse than those little scratches if you don't stop touching me," you growl, hoping you sound braver than you feel. Hot mortification is spreading through your body. Had you really been that obvious? Koro, Ongu and Nashvi are just laughing stupidly, watching you grow more and more flustered as you try to figure out what to say, or at least how to get away.

"You are rude skxawngs," you snap. "I helped you out, now leave me alone."

"Why?" Nashvi grins. "We're just having a little fun with you, tawtute."

"Why do you wear such big clothes anyway?" Ongu leers. "I know they're getting smaller for Aonung, but if you want his attention you should just take it all off."

You growl as they reach for your clothes again.

"Tell Aonung that-"

"Tell me what?" a deep voice says from the entrance.

Immediately, all four of your gazes flick to see Aonung leaning against the entrance, a small frown pinching between his brows as he stares at his friends.

"That you need to find better friends," you huff, reaching to flatten your hair and pull your skirt down.

"She's just being grumpy," Koro laughs. "We were having a fun conversation with her."

"Yeah, it was real fun," you snap, flushing crimson as Aonung's gaze flicks back to you. "Especially when you kept touching me."

Aonung's frown deepens when you feel his gaze pass over the redness their pinches left over your hip, and you brush your hair out of your face.

"Okay, I fixed up your little scratches," you scowl to Koro, Ongu and Nashvi, as Aonung just stares dully at you. "You can fuck off now."

"Careful with your mouth," Nashvi grins. "You aren't as attractive when you aren't smiling, tawtute."

"Get out," you growl, straightening to your full height, but still shorter than their crouched figures.

They just laugh stupidly, and you're growing more and more flustered and annoyed. You are torn between wanting to shout and curl up in a ball and cry until they get uncomfortable and leave, when Koro pulls the last straw.

"It's a shame that such a pretty little thing has no humour," he grins to his friends. "You know I'd-"

"Out," you shout.

They don't look at all as though they're going to leave, but then Aonung shoots them a certain sort of look you miss, because your heart is pounding fast and angry tears are stinging your eyes.

You're mortified, that they knew about your crush, that they managed to get so far under your skin, that everyone had so little respect for you that they only listen when Aonung tells them to do something.

As they file out, you can hear them snickering to each other, and their gazes blazing on your bowed head as they walk away. 

"You can leave too," you say off-handedly, turning away so your back is to Aonung.

"Oh?" Aonung asks, his voice deep and amused. "You're going to kick me out of my own mum's marui?"

"Yes," you grumble, sitting down and glaring at him. "You're a grown man Aonung, you can fuck off out of your mummies hut."

"Also your Olo'eyktan," he points out.

"Not yet," you seethe.

Aonung just laughs, his massive body still leaning against the entrance as he stares down at you, blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Are you alright?" he asks, once he stops laughing. You frown at the slight concern in his voice before glaring up at him.

"Yes I'm fine," you snap. "Now are you done?"

Aonung just stares for a few more seconds before he pushes off the wall and walks over to you. 

Oh Eywa's just playing a fucking game with you right now. Aonung reaches out, lightly taking your small head in his hand and gently tilting your face up towards him with a soft hand.

"Is what they said true?" he asks quietly. 

"Aren't you the one that finds my crush obvious as fuck?" you snap.

But you don't pull away, and you both know it. Instead, you just stay put little a stupid good girl and stare up at him, waiting for what he's about to do.

"I'm fucking pathetic, I know," you whisper. "I have to work my ass off just to get the tiniest bit of recognition, and this is the longest we've ever spoken. All you do is glare at me from other sides of the village, and I still liked you."

"You're not," Aonung says. "Pathetic, I mean. They're just skxawngs."

"They're your friends," you point out. "They're the ones that knew I liked you, that just come and fucking taunt me and touch me and-"

"Let me see," Aonung cuts you off.

You scowl at him and try to push him away, but he just easily grabs your wrist and peers around you to see your hips, where the mark is still red against your skin.

"It's not a big deal," you growl. "I just don't need shit for having a stupid crush. No one ever needed to know and it wasn't hurting anyone. If I knew what skxawngs you and your friends are, I'd never like you."

"This skirt is thin," is all Aonung says. "And short. Tawtute clothing is strange, but this one is small compared-"

"It was for you!" you snap. "All the stupid dressing up and acting nice and being sweet and trying to be pretty just so you would stop glaring and look at me for ONCE!"

Aonung's frown deepens slightly, like he's confused, like you aren't making any sense. Stupid alien boys, so oblivious to everything around them.

"I am looking at you," he says quietly.

"No," you hiss. "You're looking down on me like always, just because I'm a human-"

Your voice dies in your throat when Aonung instantly sits beside you, his hands picking you up as though you weigh nothing and placing you gently in his massive lap.

Your faces are a foot apart, your hands immediately falling to his shoulder to steady yourself, an unnecessary action given that he's easily holding you by your waist. 

"Better?" he asks sincerely, as though he genuinely thought this would help.

You can hardly breathe over the pounding of your heart. You are nervous and pissed and terrified and also fucking horny.

Oh Eywa, how is he doing this- just instantly making you forget everything that happened by placing you on his lap and staring at you with those large blue eyes.

"What are you doing here Aonung?" you say tiredly.

His ears prick up at the sound of his name, the first time he's heard you speak it. You can hardly miss the sway of his tail behind you.

"Injury," he shrugs.

You scoff, and he turns to frown at you.

"I am injured," he frowns. "I went to my mother and she told me to come to you."

"She did?" you ask, confused. "If you're hurt, why would she tell you to come to me?"

"So I could hear your great love confession?" Aonung shrugs, eyes sparkling with amusement.

You growl and make to stand up, but his hands keep you firmly planted in his lap.

"Trying to leave now?" he asks. "Don't you want to help me paksalin?"

"Don't call me that," you hiss. 

"You don't like it?" Aonung asks, looking confused.

"You're being mean," you say finally. "Everyone was right about you- you're a skxawng playboy."

"Playboy?" Aonung asks, sounding out the human word with confusion.

"Yeah," you say. "Like a slut."

Aonung laughs in surprise, brows raising at your annoyance with him.

"I thought you were all meek and sweet," he says finally.

"Not anymore," you grumble. "Cat's out of the bag sweetie, so I can go back to being a bitch again. Now let me go so I can help you out."

To your surprise, he instantly obeys, letting his arms drop to his sides so you can clamber out of his lap and collect your paste again. When you turn back, you notice the injury.

"You're hurt."

It's a blunt statement, and you're pointing out the obvious. Aonung has a no shit sort of look on his face, before he notices your concern.

"It's alright," he says gently. "I just got a little scraped by the akula."

"Aonung, there's an akula tooth stuck in your arm," you say, instantly kneeling beside him.

"There is?" he says, sounding interested. "Huh."

"Huh?" you hiss incredulously. "There is a three inch tooth stuck in your arm and you say HUH?"

Aonung just shrugs, and you crouch down to study it, before gently cleaning it up. He hisses a little when you first wipe over the wound, but he just grits his teeth and sits still with patience his skxawng friends could never possess.

"I should probably take this out," you say, once you've wiped all the blood that you can manage to, and placing a comforting, steady hand on the strong muscles of his shoulder.

"Fine," he grumbles.

"I'll be gentle," you promise. "It'll come nice and easy."

"That's what I want to hear," he says, smirking.

Your mouth parts in amused incredulity, and you lightly smack his shoulder as he turns his head to grin cheekily at you.

"Stay still," you instruct. "Straighten up like this, and try not to move too much. Now, just breathe."

Trying to ignore the very persistent flow of blood as you gently grab the top of the tooth, you start to very slowly pull it out.

"Ow," he hisses, his hand instantly jumping to take yours.

"Sorry," you say, giving his own hand a reassuring squeeze, and he quickly shakes his head and swallows.

"I'm all good, just pull it out fast."

"That's what I want to hear," you ask teasingly, and he laughs a little.

His laugh quickly turns into a groan of pain as you use his amusement as a distraction and yank the tooth out.

"Fuck," he hisses under his breath.

"Good job," you say, as though you're treating a child and patting his head like a good boy. "Here, you can keep the tooth as a souvenir."

"Tawtute," he says gently, before you can leave. 

"Yeah?"

"You aren't pathetic, liking me-"

"Yeah, you're very handsome and cool and hot, I get it," you say, rolling your eyes. "Listen Aonung."

And he does, looking up at you like a little puppy sitting on the woven floor, waiting patiently for you to speak.

"I never thought anything would come out of my crush, and I don't expect anything to come out of it. I'll get over it, just please, forget about it."

Aonung's slowly frowning.

"Tawtute, then what about the others?"

"What others?" you sigh, eager to get away and just disappear into your bed forever.

"I hear stuff too," Aonung shrugs. "From other guys."

"Like who?" you snap, growing more and more impatient.

It's like he's a little child sometimes, trying to figure out what he wants to say and then actually speaking the words, as though every sentence is taking every fibre of his being to utter.

"Ta'ru, Moy'ka, Khalo," Aonung shrugs. At that, your eyes widen and your face flushes. Those names are extremely familiar, ones that may be found at the bottom of my little black book.

"Oh my god," you groan, covering your face so he won't see your desperate flush.

"They seemed to really like you as well," Aonung grins. "Heard that you can be a feisty little-"

You glower at him and he cuts himself off with a shameless shrug, as though he knows you can't be mad at him.

"Fuck off Aonung," you snarl. "Just because I had a crush on you doesn't mean I'm gonna take shit from you."

"I'm just saying," the Metkayina shrugs. "You have excellent taste in men, but why are you messing around with the likes of Ta'ru and Moy'ka?"

"Well I don't have too many options, do I?" you growl. "How do you think it feels to be someone who's only options are only seeking the thrill and adventure and tightness of being with a tawtute?"

Aonung pauses, like he hadn't thought about it like that. You know he didn't mean to offend, just tease and taunt you just as he had with Lo'ak and Kiri when they first arrived in Awa'atlu, but his words stung deep.

You couldn't just mess around with anyone you liked, because really you only liked him and he knew that, and that pissed you off more than anything else.

"Just pull your massive head out of your skxawng ass for two seconds and see that not everyone has admirers falling out of the sky and at their fucking feet all the time, that I have to work tirelessly to prove myself and that the only release I can scrounge up is with the likes of Ta'ru and Moy'ka!"

You sigh heavily, not exactly regretting raising your voice at Aonung, yet it didn't bode well that you just insulted and shouted at the future Olo'eyktan.

Aonung is just watching you, his large blue eyes flicking over your agitated face, flushed deep pink and your smaller, duller eyes stinging with furious, mortifying tears.

You can't bear the pity in his eyes, can't bring yourself to listen to whatever he's about to say when he opens his mouth.

"I have worked enough today," you say stiffly, careful to act with appropriate respect, "tell your mother I went home and I'll need more pearls and shells for the beadings."

"Tawtute-"

You quickly turn, hating yourself for your timid, cowardly retreat from the hut with his ocean eyes fixed directly onto you, and slip off through the village.

For a moment, you think he might have tried to follow you by the creaking of the woven village pathway behind you, but you quickly manage to slip between maruis and bustling Metkayina and leave the village.

You can feel your heart pounding loudly, everything so awkwardly silent as you run towards your monstrocity of a home that you feel completely alone in the forest.

Spider isn't there when you fling open your door and bury your face in your pillow. 

You just sit in silence, face-down and not bothering to take off your expopack yet. 

Fuck, you messed up.

You confessed your crush, then flirted with him, then shouted at him, then ran away like the tiny coward the na'vi assume of humans.

Fuck Aonung.

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So maybe you actually were a tiny coward. Yes, you were a fiesty, flaming bitch at heart, but when it came down to the mortification you had faced in that marui with Aonung, not even your sheer stubbornness and determination to shout down anyone in your path could make you leave your home.

So, shamefully, the next days passed with you cooped up in your tiny home, back to wearing your massive ass jumpers over your lazy loungewear. Spider and Lo'ak didn't question your state - you suspect they know exactly what happened - they just moved over on the worn, already cramped sofa and passed you another remote.

The days were considerably shorter than normal when you're self isolating in what is basically a small tin shack, eating shitty food and binging hours of trashy television in the discomfort of your rickety bed.

Which is why, on the fourth morning away from the Metkayina village, you weren't at all surprised to hear the shouts of Spider and Lo'ak's familiar laugh from outside.

You had lazily woken up late in your bra and comfy, heart-patterned boy-short pyjamas that barely covered half your ass and thrown on your massive jumper, which hung a third of the way to your knees, grumbling to yourself that there were the boys outside and you couldn't just spend the rest of the day in your underwear.

When you finally left your room and stomped out to make a coffee in the tiny, tinny kitchen, you were too tired and uninterested to notice the suspiciously gleeful looks shot in your direction.

"Morning," Spider finally chirps.

"Is it?" you grumble, not looking up at your roommate as you slump into the creaky chair by the bench and dully watch the coffee drip monotonously into your chipped, yellowed mug.

Lo'ak snickers at your slumped back as you don't bother turn around to look in their direction.

"Someone's here for you," Spider grins, and you can hear the barely concealed amusement in his voice as you roll your eyes.

"I don't feel being squashed between your and Lo'ak's fat asses and playing video games right now," you sigh. "I can't be fucked for another day spent moping on that old, shitty sofa."

"Aw, is the little tawtute still upset about her little crush on the Metkayina prince?"

"Hardly," you scoff.

You snatch your chipped mug from the machine and just resigning yourself as the coffee continues to drip down onto the tinny bench, no longer having the patience for the infuriatingly slow drip of your greatest necessity before continuing.

"I should have realised what a cocky, brainless, dull, oblivious, pestering, rude, taunting, tiny-dick skxawng-"

"Hey," a deep voice protests from the sofa. 

A very familiar voice.

With a surge of horror and a deep desire to strangle and castrate Lo'ak and Spider, you see Aonung grinning at you.

Fuck, how can he manage to look good here, cramped in this ridiculously small shack that barely even fits you, in the horribly white light that flickered every five damn minutes and sprawled casually on that worn old couch?

His large blue eyes are glittering with amusement, looking large and more muscular than ever in the tiny living room.

"What are you doing here?" you breathe, torn between annoyance with the three skxawngs grinning at you, a desire to storm back into your room with your coffee and slam the door in their faces, and a conflicted delight and slight surge of desire at Aonung here in your house.

"Lo'ak asked me if I wanted to play video games," Aonung shrugs.

Lo'ak just rolls his eyes and says, "No, I said you'd been in your room for the last few days playing video games with us when he asked me why you hadn't been coming around the village. Then he said he'd never played video games, and I said I was coming here again, and then the skxawng just decided to come along."

"Right," Aonung concludes, shooting Lo'ak a scathing look.

"Right," you say too, unimpressed and unconvinced. "Well it's a bit cramped in here. Maybe you should leave."

"No, we'll go," Spider grins, nudging Lo'ak, who also smirks. "You guys have fun, and make good choices!"

"Spider!" you hiss, but your two ridiculously infuriating friends had already extricated themselces from the demountable and disappeared between the sparse forest that hid your human home. You can hear their snickers as they move towards the village and away from the situation they left you in.

Some friends.

You huff an annoyed sigh before lifting your coffee to your lips and taking a small sip. You are staring directly at Aonung, who's shifting slightly on the couch, but you're determing to not back down this time.

Mostly because there's nowhere left your you to run away and hide, now that Aonung has invaded your home.

There's a few moments of tense silence where you continue to sip your coffee and coldly study him.

"I brought you shells pearls," Aonung blurts, nose scrunching slightly.

You raise your brows at him, surprised that he caved to your silent coldness so fast. When you don't reply, he continues.

"Like you asked. Before you left. You told me that you needed more pearls and shells for your beading... so I thought... maybe..."

At your continued cool silence, Aonung trails off. You're surprised to see a faint purple tinge to his handsome face. 

Is he blushing? Is he nervous?

At this realisation, that the cocky prince of the clan in front of you was nervous because of you, an idea clunks into place.

A risky idea for sure, but it was hardly like you could get any more mortified, and an opportunity like this, to have Aonung like this, didn't come every day.

"Why are you here?" you ask dully, finally setting your coffee down with a decisive chink and pinning him under the full attention of your gaze.

"I - um - brought you the shells and pearls-" he starts to say.

"Not because of the shells and pearls."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement. An obvious statement, at that.

"Or the video games," you add, eyes narrowing slightly. "Why are you here, Aonung?"

"You haven't been coming around the village," he swallows. 

"I've been busy,"you shrug.

You're horribly aware that your hair is a mess, that you are wearing nothing but a bra and practically underwear under your massive jumper.

Aonung also seems to notice your sloppy and careless appearance, or at least your hair (you pray to Eywa he doesn't notice your clothing, or lack thereof) but he doesn't point your laziness out, which is wise of him.

He reaches for the mask Lo'ak often uses and takes a deep inhale. 

"My mother wishes you come back soon," Aonung mutters.

"And you?" you ask coolly. "Ronal would have told me herself- she has no qualms with coming to visit me here by the river. So what do you want?"

A heartbeat of silence. Aonung blinks. You raise your brows.

"I'm sorry."

The words hang in the air for a moment, trapped, no doubt, between the stifling walls of the ridiculously small room, between you seated at the rickety table and Aonung's much larger, stronger body seated at the peeling sofa.

"It's probably good you weren't around the village lately," Aonung says offhandedly, his voice growing somewhat stronger as you don't yell at him again. "Koro, Ongu and Nashvi were in need of some healing."

"From what?" you roll your eyes. "A prolemuris bite? A stubbed toe?"

"Well," Aonung says, looking more encouraged now, "someone may have beat them up a little for teasing and taunting and being skxawngs."

You look up at that, and find an adorably self-pleased expression on Aonung's face.

"And why would someone do that?" you ask.

"Maybe they wanted to show they were sorry?" Aonung grins. "And they knew it would take more than shells and pearls for forgiveness."

"Why do you want forgiveness?" you sigh, leaning forward on the table to stare better at him.

Aonung sits up and shifts on the sofa, clearly making room for you.

You aren't sure you want to, unsure what will happen if you're that close to him, but you can't help it.

Despite your pretences of confidence and annoyance with him that veneered your facade of sweetness and kindness you had hoped would gain his attention and even affection, you were just a people pleaser. 

And all you really wanted was to please Aonung.

So you picked yourself off, leaving your coffee to grow cold and doubtless forgotten about on the creaky table.

You settled into the sofa besides Aonung, trying to ignore how annoyingly, incredibly, deliciously massive he is as he blinks down at you.

"You are small," he says. "And meek yet furious at the same time. I can't figure you out at all, and you intrigue me, tawtute."

"How flattering," you say dully, and Aonung frowns, as though that was not the reaction he was expecting. "If you fought Ongu and Nashvi and Koro then why aren't you injured?"

"I'm a good fighter?" Aonung shrugs, looking pleased with himself.

You know that well- the Metkayina training grounds for warriors were across from the village, and the closest marui to it was the healing one you often occupied, given that most injuries came from the warriors.

So when you could get away with it, you would peek out the entrance of the healing marui to watch the warriors train. All large muscular men and lithe beautiful women. But no matter who you distracted yourself with, your eyes would always drift back to Aonung.

The way his jokey demeanour vanished the instant he had an opponent, the swiftness of each of his calculated movements, the way you knew, even though you could never hear, that he was taunting and glaring and ridiculing his opponent between powerful blows.

It attracted you more than you'd like to admit, the way he was effortlessly than the others, the ease with which he could toss his opponents around. And when he won, his muscles gleaming with laborious perspiration and a grin fixed on his handsome face...

It was all very attractive.

"Yes yes," you say instead, biting your cheek to stop from rolling your eyes. "You're very strong and incredible."

"You don't sound convinced," Aonung narrows his eyes at you.

You squint back. He really is brainless, just a pretty hunk.

You said what you said and you meant it - and now you don't need him acting all confused when you don't fawn all over him, batting you eyelashes and twirling your hair and practically sucking his dick.

It really is a cocky, brainless, dull, oblivious, pestering, rude, taunting, tiny-dick skxawng thing for him to do - finally speaking to you, looking at you, even trying to flirt with you just as you decide to let it go, set your sights away from him.

So you straighten up to your full height, still several feel smaller even sitting down, and wait as he opens his mouth.

"You confuse me tawtute," Aonung admits.

"No shit, given that you have as many braincells as men I can pull," you mutter, raising your brows at him.

Aonung huffs in annoyance, and you fold your arms further.

"Bold of you," you scowl. "To act like you're the annoyed one after the other day."

"Well," Aonung huffs, blinking furiously, looking torn between confusion and continued, unjust annoyance.

"Well what?" you snap. "Whenever I'm around the village I'm just the tawtute, and now you come into my house, the only place I can just relax-"

"This is my village," Aonung says stiffly.

You blink.

"Oh," you seethe. "So that's what this is about."

"What?"

"That the entitled Olo'eyktan's son is shocked to have someone tell him how it is, to not be beloved and cherished all the fucking time, to not have someone sucking his dick every-"

"I wouldn't protest," Aonung shrugs, smirking down at you before taking another breath from the mask.

You blink again. Just as you think you've called him out, that maybe a word you say will manage to penetrate through that perfect hair and gorgeous head of his- he manages to prove you wrong.

You just growl in irritation and stand back up, storming back towards your room and not bothering to turn back to him.

As you predicted, your coffee lies cold and dreary and lonesome, forgotten on that creaky table in your irritation with him and his stupid damn confusion with you.

"You can let yourself out."

But he doesn't, he just follows you into your room as you flop down onto your bed.

You glare at him, shocked that he has that much nerve to follow you into your room when you clearly don't want to see him.

Spider definitely wouldn't be brave enough to bother you right now, and Lo'ak or Neteyam probably would also be apprehensive.

But cocky, stubborn Aonung just ducks his massive frame through the doorway - a tight squeeze but he somehow manages - and peers hazily around your room.

Of course, the demountable you and Spider call home was built with Jake and Norm in mind, yet Aonung's head was taller than both other men, his braided bun inches away from scraping the ceiling. 

From the bed you continue to glare at him, silent and glowering as he raises his eyebrows at the underwhelming room.

"So this is your room?" he asks, eyes darting back to you. "I always imagined it more..."

There's apparently no words his five brain cells can find, and you roll your eyes again.

"Not everyone can live in the nicest marui in the village," you point out. "Not everyone can live in the village at all.

Aonung sighs again, before his eyes light up and he spots something.

"Don't touch my stuff," you grumble, but he's already stooping his massive body to something.

"What is this?" he asks earnestly.

"What is what-" you snap, before your eyes widen in horror and your mouth parts in silent mortification.

Looking comically small in his ridiculously large hands is your underwear. And to your absolute fucking horror, it just has to be your smallest thong, black and delicate and a little lacy.

"Give that here," you huff, instantly leaping up and trying to snatch it back. Aonung's grin only widens when he realises what it is, and you think you could die of mortification right then and there on your bedroom floor in front of the metkayina prince.

"How come you never wore this around the village?" Aonung chuckles, easily holding it up from your limited reach. "I can promise you, this would grab much more attention than your other tawtute clothing."

You attempt to snatch it back again, face flushed to a deep red now, and he just laughs again.

He looks down at you and frowns at the massive jumper hanging halfway to your knees. 

"And why are you back to wearing those cloaks and blankets?"

"It's a jumper," you say hotly, feeling your face flush that the realising that Aonung had noticed you, or at least the difference between short skirts and tanks and your oversized "blankets".

"And it's comfy, much more so then all the little stuff I tried before."

Aonung just huffs slightly, eyes trailing shamelessly over you again.

"Spider wears a tewng," Aonung reasons. "Besides, these things are much smaller than out clothing anyway."

You gape and shove at him. Predicably, his massive body doesn't move in the slightest. Aonung frowns, and you can guess what he's thinking.

Na'vi are completely comfortable in their bodies- which is easy when they're all slim and muscular and tall and perfect.

You on the other hand, are not. You aren't big by human standards by any means, yet the love and affection you harboured for your body when with the humans had slightly dissipated when surrounded by gorgeous na'vi all the time.

So even though you have put in the efforts to dress for attention, you were always careful not to show too much, which is what stirred the attention of the other male na'vi.

What lay below the strange tawtute clothing- what is so much softer and curvier than na'vi women that you keep teasing them with, yet keep tantalisingly hidden.

But then a thought occurs to you, and it makes you... more interested, or so to speak.

Aonung is curious about you- and you know what you want. It's not like you're expecting anything beyond sex- even that is a stretch -with the handsome, desirable na'vi man.

It's not every day you have this opportunity, to have Aonung like this, all curious about you for the first time since you arrived in the reef, despite months of hoping desperately he'd at least look at you.

So the idea forms in your head, the way you can finally get the Metkayina princes attention.

He is intrigued by you, and you have no hesitation to assume that means in the same lustful, experimentative way other na'vi men have been.

"Why?" you grin. "Do you want to see me in it?"

Aonung freezes. His eyes gaze from the tiny thong to you and back to the skimpy, lacy black material.

"I- if you'd like," he says off-handedly, and you smile to yourself.

He's right where you'd like him. Tantalised by the offer you pose, intrigued by what you've hinted but hidden since you've arrived in the reef.

So slowly, he sinks onto your bed and you slide away the little boy-short pyjamas you had been wearing under the jumper.

"Do you-"

You cut Aonung off with a sly grin, slowly lifting your the sides of your large jumper.

"No need sweetheart," you grin. "I'm already wearing some."

Aonung's ears flatten instantly at the word sweetheart, one you know he doesn't understand judging from his expression trying to interpret if that's a good or bad thing.

But then his eyes fall onto you, and you automatically find his hands on your hips and tugging you closer.

And you know you didn't make a mistake.

He lets out a small hiss, as though he didn't even notice he did, at the sight of your body from underneath your massive jumper.

None of the na'vi - besides your casual partners - had ever seen you in something this small before.

None had seen the squidge of your ass and thighs, the smooth supple skin cloaking your curves.

The men had said it all before- how soft you are, how small you are, just how much give you have.

Na'vi women are all lean muscle, yet the pure humanity of your body lies in the squishiness of it, in your ass and thighs and chest and stomach in ways na'vi would never have.

And then Aonung's hands are on you, kneading your ass, eyes staring down at the way your body moves and jiggles with his slightest touch, pupils blown wide as they are when na'vi make tsaheylu.

It's something that never ceases to send a shiver through you - the awe and delight and worship with which na'vi seem to find in your strange squishy body, 

Then he's looking at you, and his usually baby blue eyes are dark and rough like the deep oceans. It's exactly what you were hoping for, the hunger and desire in his handsome face as he stares, seated but still slightly taller on your bed. 

"Take this off."

It isn't a question or a request, it's a fucking order. For the first time, it strikes you that he really is going to be Olo'eyktan, just by the forceful defiance in his deep voice fuelled by his sudden interest.

Hook, line, and sinker.

You push away slightly and he's frowning like drawing away from him is a goddamn dereliction.

Aonung's impatient, no sooner have you lifted up your jumper over your waist when he's tearing it up and over your shoulders and tossing it into the corner of the room.

"Pxasìk," he mutters, staring straight at you.

It's in no means meant to be a sexy outfit, just a simple thong and bra, but the way Aonung just stares at you is like he's seeing something completely new.

He's not foreign to females- you'd heard quite enough tales about his various exploits, but he looks like a teenage boy seeing his first pair as his gaze flicks up to your face, then he reaches out.

His hands are just this side of too rough, and you can almost feel yourself melting away in his hands that are larger than your head.

You let out a small whimper as he squeezes, and you feel the last strings of his restraint snaps.

Aonung finally picks you up, one hand holding you up by the waist. His casual display of strength is fucking dizzying, and you feel yourself getting wet before he crashes his lips onto yours and drops you in the nest of his lap.

Kissing is not something you are accustomed to when you need to wear your expopack all the fucking time, and you're half terrified about how the last time you kissed someone was a human scientist at least a year ago.

But it's hard to think, so you just lean into him.

The kiss is messy and airless and hardly graceful, but you wouldn't have it any other fucking way. You're all greedy and breathless, desperate for anything, his soft lips against your own, his amber and sea-salt scent, his warm that you nearly forget about everything else and get lost in the kiss.

You've never kissed like this, been kissed like this.

He's just as hungry as you are, but kissing a na'vi is different.

He's just so fucking... big. 

His hands are holding you everywhere- your waist, your ass, your tits, your thighs. He's tilting you this way and that and opening you up to deepen the kiss. His face is so large, the force and hunger and ferocity with which he's kissing you practically about to send you bending backwards if it wasn't for him clutching you tight to him.

It's hot and hungry, almost animalistic as his fangs lightly sink into your lip. You moan like a fucking whore into his mouth, and his textured, massive tongue lightly licks the blood away as he shifts.

It's just a warm, horny mess between the two of you, full of teeth and tongue and your tiny whimpers at each movement of his hands over your skin.

And suddenly it's all getting to much, the sudden emptiness in you that only he can fill, and you're gasping for breath and pulling away to stare at him.

Aonung too is breathless, head automatically following yours but you place a hand on his chest to stop him.

"Aonung breathe."

He grunts his objection to your words.

"I can hold my breath underwater for-"

"I can't have the future Olo'eyktan dying on my bed," you say, smiling at his indignation to stop kissing you. 

"I'm fine," he grumbles.

"Well I won't be able to drag your massive body out if you do pass out," you point out.

"Aw, are you going to try and rescue me?"

"No, I need to hide the evidence," you quip.

Aonung wrinkles his nose at you, but you just thrust the mask at him. With a childish eye-roll, he takes a deep inhale before disregarding his very vital possession and crashing his lips back onto yours.

You find yourself growing more comfortable. Aonung is hungry for anything, his muscles tensing when you make certain movements, and you find yourself doing them again.

Tugging him closer by his necklace. Lightly brushing your nails up his back. Threading your fingers into his braided bun.

When you lightly tug on his soft braided hair, he growls a little and shifts you closer. When you trace your tongue gently across his fangs, his grip tightens suddenly around your ass.

"You're so soft syulang," he whispers.

The sound of his voice all deep and gravelly, his breath all hot and heavy on your neck, his hands roving over every single inch of your skin, it's all just so.... much.

You miss his mouth on yours, but soon enough it's kissing its way down your neck. Each shaky breath of yours is met with him on your neck and collar, lips pressing, tongue lightly licking at your skin, sucking and kissing.

You were familiar enough with this- na'vi men were territorial creatures. But you had never seen any girls from Aonung's little black book walking around with hickeys, and at the rate he was going, your whole neck would just be one fat love bite.

And you'd be fine with that.

You feel his nose nudging lightly against you, breathing you in as his lips brush over your collar. Scenting you.

 His sudden gentleness with you doesn't quite create the friction you so desperately need right now, but his hands trailing and squeezing and exploring your smaller body satiate you. For now.

Then the ferocity is suddenly back, and he's nipping at your body again. A moment later, you realise that he must have only been satisfied because now you smell faintly like him, like amber and sea-salt, yet you know to another na'vi, his mark on you would be almost overwhelming.

When he finally reaches your bra - you could tell he'd been savouring this moment, kissing his way down to it - you can see the hungry gleam in his glittering blue eyes, his tail flicking excitedly behind him and an insatiable smile on his handsome face, fangs poking lightly through his soft lips. 

And like you'd thought, he's impatient and greedy and ravenous. He doesn't bother with the delicate clasp, no doubt guessing the struggles na'vi endured with their massive fingers against the small clinch, simply ripping it straight off your body.

"You ass," you gasp, looking helplessly at the pieces of what was once your bra tossed carelessly from the bed. "We live on a fucking island, where am I meant to get another br-"

"I'll make you more," Aonung promises. "I'll make you ten tops."

You highly doubt that- Aonung doesn't seem, or at least what you'd heard about his playboy experiences, like the sort for after care let alone gift giving.

But your half-hearted annoyance and indignance dies in your damn throat when his hands enclose your tits.

"You're - fuck- you're so small, syulang," he grunts, staring wide-eyed down at you.

Indeed, you'd never felt smaller against a na'vi then right now. Held in his warm lap, one of his hands big enough to hold both your breasts, both large enough to wrap around your whole body.

The thought of that makes you moan unconsciously, and Aonung blinks at you in surprise. You don't bother to play anything cool; with his hands where they are, he can feel how hot and nervous and hungry you are.

And when he meets your eyes again, you can see he feels the same.

Suddenly you're being laid back against your bed and Aonung's comfortingly heavy figure is over you, hands holding you tightly as his lips brush against your breasts.

It's an unexpected movement, one that has you arching in surprise, pushing your chest up and opening it all up to him

He goes on without hesitation, licking over your tit gently, grinning a little at your whine, the stark contrast of your smooth supple skin against his rough tongue just driving you fucking crazy.

He wraps his lips around your nipple and suckles at it, before he nips lightly at the underside of your tit.

And then you're arching and whining and tangling your fingers in his hair, and then he's kissing down your stomach and sliding away your thong before you even know what's fucking happening.

"Wait!" you gasp, cupping his face away from your cunt to get him to look at you. 

"Yes, syulang?"

"This is your first time," you say, trying to swallow heavily. "With a human."

Aonung just blinks, looking confused and slightly offended that you're stopping him from doing as he was going to.

"Don't... um... I should be making this good for you," you breathe shakily. "I want to make you feel good- to... um..."

Aonung just laughs as though you're being hilarious, and reaches up to pat your hair with one massive, warm hand.

"Mawey tawtute," he grins. "I want to make you feel good too."

"But-" you say, face twisted with worry, but once fucking again, he manages to kill your words.

He kisses the soft, squishiness of your thigh, inches away from your bare pussy, and you gasp lightly as he sucks a sweet purple bruise into the soft skin. 

Then, eyes looking carefully up at you to see your reaction, he lightly sinks his fangs into your leg. You gasp so loudly you think they might hear you in the village, hands instantly leaping to find balance in his braided hair. 

The sting is a welcome, warm pain, especially when he lightly licks away the droplet of blood and brushes your clit with a large turquoise finger.

You can't speak, just scrunch your nose tightly, grip onto his braids for dear life as he muscles his way in between your thighs and goes to fucking town.

His mouth is fucking massive- his hands are massive, pinning your hips down. 

You're squirming from the moment he gets onto you, sucking lightly at your clit, a delighted, puppy-playful glint in his large blue eyes, tossing your legs over his shoulders so his face is pressed even closer to you.

He suckles at you so eagerly, tongue stroking over your hole, over and over and over. You can't help it, the way you're simultaneously squirming away from the overwhelming pleasure of it all and the way you're rutting your hips into his face.

"Fu- fuck, Aonung."

It's all messy, you're so wet, his face is shining with your slick and his spit, and he slides a finger back and dips it in.

Instantly you gasp, jolting upwards and arching your back high to the ceiling. Aonung's about to grumble at your squirming when you tug at his hair and he groans.

"Sorry, sorry," you whisper, flushed with mortification.

Aonung just looks up at you and grins, kissing your hip lightly and mumbling against your lips,

"Go ahead syulang."

He slides a second finger in beside the first one, easing them together, fuelled by your breathless moans and groaning into your clit as you tug at his braids with each helpless squirm, his deep rumbles vibrating warmly against you.

He has a look on his face that tells you plainly- he's enjoying this as much as you do. It's in the glint of his eyes and his wide smile.

And the way his tail is thumping happily behind him, unrestrained and untethered, telling you one thing.

He's fucking hard.

You notice it by the way his hips are tilted, rutting slightly against the mattress, but he seems unwilling to take his hands away from you, from the curve of your ass and your slick.

And you want to help, so you squirm a little more to slide down to reach him.

"Aonung, don't you want to just-"

"Just one," he pleads, looking up at you.

It's crazy, how someone that's twice your size and has no fucking idea what it is can look as an adorable as a puppy when he wants to.

And who are you to deny the Metkayina Prince?

So you just accept your fate and hope to eywa you don't black out too fast, clinging to his braids and trying to muffle your moans into your hand.

Your legs begin to shake around his head, eyes rolling all the way back as you moan louder and claw at your rickety brass bed head.

Then, when you accidentally jerk and squeeze your legs around his face, he moans shamelessly against you and that's all it takes.

With a hand clasped tight over your mouth to muffle your moans of pleasure, coming undone on his tongue, clamping down on his fingers and leaping head first off the edge you'd been teetering on.

You have no idea what to do, just know you're rocking aimlessly against his face, crying out and holding onto him for dear life.

He continues through it all, licking and kissing and nipping and sucking with such fervour that you think he might just pull your soul out of your pussy, eyes watching you with desperate lust yet also with sweet curiousity.

Whether you're conscious or unconscious you don't know, all you can sense is the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing again and again over you. 

"Holy shit," you breathe, finally coming down and lightly tugging at his braids. "Aonung come on, let's find something for you."

Aonung frowns, clearly wanting to keep going, but he obliges when you grin and brush your fingers over his face.

He's all dopey and messy and gorgeous, face shining like the fucking ocean, but he just wipes it carelessly and moves back up your body to shower your chest and neck with more kisses and light nips.

"Aonung," you say gently, squirming slightly underneath him.

He just grunts to show he's listening, flicking your nipple lightly with his large, rough tongue. You fight back your broken moans so you can speak.

"I want to fuck you," you whisper.

That gets his attention fast. You nearly laugh at the way his head snaps up, eyes wide with surprise, and he tilts his head.

"Syulang, we have time, we don't have to-"

"No," you growl, frowning and trying to get him to understand. "You can kiss any girl anytime, see any tits any time, but this is the only time I'm ever going to have you and I want to do everything."

Aonung blinks, looking surprised, before bursting into deep, rumbly laughter that makes you scowl.

"What?" you grumble, annoyed and reaching to cover your tits.

That makes him grumpy, and he easily just pushes your arms away so he can pillow his chin between the cleavage and rest his face to look up your body at you.

His massive body, double the proportions of everything you have, is a comfortable weight over your smaller body, his hands absentmindedly stroking your soft skin.

"I'm not going to see any tits any time," Aonung says simply. "These are my favourites."

"You-" you wrinkle your nose at him to hide your annoyed smile as he licks lightly over your breast, then sucks a little hickey into the underside of the soft cleavage.

"Tawtute, you're all soft and smooth and squishy."

You let out a breathless little laugh, amused by the childish simplicity with which he expresses himself, stroking his large face fondly.

"But I don't want to waste our time when this is the only-"

"It doesn't have to be the only time," Aonung shrugs, blinking at you. "You can come to me whenever you like."

That's a layered statement. Whilst that has you reeling with delight and satisfaction, you can't help wishing that maybe he would come to you, that maybe he'd ever want this more than you do. Want you more than you want him.

"Or I'll come to you," Aonung amends. "But if I come to you whenever I'd like, you'd be getting sick and tired of having me around."

"Why don't you find out," you whisper. "Just how tired you can make me."

And with that, you're in agreement.

Placing you in control, he rolls over onto his back, careful not to crush you, and lifts you lightly to rest on his chest.

You reach out to tug at the band of his loincloth, your fingers quick and desperate and practically scrabbling at the knot, and Aonung watches with amusement and curiousity.

Finally, it's untied and you draw it away. And fuck. He's naked. 

The prince of the clan is naked in the bed, straddled under you, staring up at you like he's never seen something so... precious.

So yes, maybe you've imagined this a million times. Thought about him naked, here, in the reef, in the river, in the marui, in every possible place.

For a human, you can be a horny little thing sometimes, and the thing that fuelled that most was your little crush.

But now he's here, and you're eager to see him.

All na'vi are big compared to you, every na'vi cock you've ever seen and felt and took is just large and beautiful and big, but Aonung just seems obsene.

Never once, in all your filthy imaginations, had you truly dared to factor in the sheer size of him. Just by looking at his massive muscular body, one could guess, but they'd still have their fucking minds blown.

He’s big. So fucking big it has your eyes bulging and heart thumping and mouth almost watering. His cock is just as beautiful as him, just as smooth pale blue with the delicate darker stripes and glowing tahnì.

When you reach out and touch it, his hips jerk slightly and his pupils widen as your smaller hand closes gently around it.

Fuck, you need two hands to hold it. It's heavy and hot and obscene in your small, smooth hands, and you look up at him with amazement.

He's just staring back, waiting for you to do what you want with him. Whatever you want.

You shift your hand down, too small to hold all of him but he groans anyway, feeling warm and sticky precome gushing from the tip to coat your fingers.

"Fuck, syulang, so good," he grunts, seemingly mindlessly rocking his hips up into your hand.

You just want to be good for him. To make him feel good, in any way near the way he made you feel, to repay him. 

But at the same time, the heavy weight of his cock, let alone the sheer damn size of it, has your head spinning and mouth watering. You want it stretching everything inside you, bullying its way into you, fucking its mark deep into you until you're ruined for anyone else.

You just want everything.

It's greedy of you, you know that, to be lusting after what might quite literally be the most unattainable man in the clan, but you can't help it. From the moment you set eyes on him, that's all you wanted, him as yours.

But since you can't have that, you'll just have to make this time worth it, get him to fuck you enough to last a lifetime without him.

"Come on," you grin. "All this for me?"

Aonung grunts as you tighten your hand slightly around his painfully hard cock, eyes studying the way the tahnì's light flickers and shimmers with each of your movements, the way he pulses in your hand.

"You have me now syulang," he mutters. "You don't need all those big, stupid guys."

"You are literally the stupidest guy ever," you point out. "But also the biggest."

At the last word, you lick a stripe up his length, and his hand jumps into your hair and he chokes out a groan.

"Even your tongue is smooth tawtute," he mutters, almost to himself.

"I'll try my best," you say, pulling back a few inches to study his dick. "I've never done this with a na'vi before-"

"It's alright," he whispers, trying to pull you closer, and you frown.

"I want to do this," you pout. "Please- it just might not be very tidy."

Aonung tries to pull you away, tries to hide the way his cock is pulsing, but you can feel each heartbeat through the heavy weight in your hand.

"Come syulang, we have time later," he pleads. "You wished to fuck."

"I don't want this to be over too soo-"

"I will come every day if that's what you'd like," Aonung huffs. "Just let me make you feel good."

So you oblige, pushing hard at his shoulders, and he lies back onto the pillows as you lift yourself up and straddle him.

"Are you sure?" Aonung asks, furrowing his brows at you. "You are small and-"

This time you're the one to cut him off, rolling your hips fluidly over his much larger ones, feeling your whole body tighten at the new friction of your slick and throbbing clit sliding up along his hardened length.

He doesn't protest again. He just lets his hands fall to rest on your hips, sliding your smaller body on his before bringing you down to grind harder.

You moan and he lets out a small noise in his chest, and it takes you a moment to realise he's purring.

Surprisingly, he doesn't seem abashed by the sounds he makes, instead he just rests his head back against the pillows to watch your movements with eyes darkened with lust.

You can feel that familiar heat growing rapidly, too rapidly, between your legs straddled either side of him, so you quickly lift off his hips. Thankfully, Aonung seems to understand, or maybe the teasing is just too much for him too, because he helps you line him up with your entrance.

At the slightest movement, your legs stretching further to lower yourself onto his cock, you know it's going to be a stretch. More than any fingers, any cock, anything you've ever taken, and you think he knows it too, by the way he's staring so avidly at you.

But you're impatient, hardly caring how much you get hurt, just wanting him inside you, stretching you, marking you, ruining you, and you drop further down so the head of his cock starts to press into you.

And then you're dropping further, hair cascading messily all over you, lips bit tight to hide your pain before the massive hardness of him slides past the ring of resistance and starts to smoothly sink into you.

You cry out and Aonung hisses.

"You're- fuck, you're so tight syulang," he groans. "The others did not lie."

You can't answer, sinking further down, head lolling back at the overwhelming stretch of it all, hands resting firmly on his chest to anchor yourself.

Aonung's breathing heavily, his eyes blown wide to black moons ringed in a thin line of pale blue, and you can see he's trying to control yourself as you grit your teeth and sink further onto him.

You're whining and whimpering and he half-looks like he wants to stop out of concern for you, but you shake your head at him. Instead, he sits up, cradling your small figure against his massive chest and takes control, sliding in.

And in. And in.

Just when you think there's no more left for him to go, he keeps going. He lets you sink your teeth into his shoulder to muffle your sharp cries, gently smoothing your hair and whispering comforts and praise to you while his other hand reaches down to rub circles on your throbbing clit.

The stretch in you feels so tight that you doubt you can move, and Aonung hisses again as you clench around him.

"Just a little more, paskalin," he whispers, biting back a groan as he rocks another inch into you, your silent tears streaking his chest, your whimpers and whines practically injected into him through your mouth on his shoulder.

"You're so big," you choke out, gritting your teeth as he pushes in another inch, which seems literally fucking impossible.

And fuck, he's still got a few inches left and there's just simply no more space. You frown with frustration, but then he's dropping your remaining weight onto him and buries himself deep inside you.

You cry out, face twisted in the delicious mix of blunt pain and sharp pleasure, and Aonung just remains there, holding you close and sheathed within you, letting you adjust and clench and breathe heavily.

"Holy shit," you groan. "You're right here."

The bulge of his dick is evident in your body, and you lay a breathless hand over it. A sick part of you wishes it'll remain there forever, his mark fucked into you long after you can't fuck him anymore.

He too takes a breath, lazily and careless from his mask, before laying it back down and finally starting to move.

The stretch is a delicious burn as Aonung rocks his hips deeper, until he's as far in as he's going to get, before he pulls out an inch and makes his first, experimental thrust. To his delight, it has your eyes rolling back and you arching your tits right into him.

His lips find his way on your neck, your nails digging into his broad back as he rolls his hips and thrusts deep into you. You can't hold it back anymore, moaning shamelessly like a whore into his ear all the while scratching your mark into his back.

He, in turn, is moaning and cursing against your neck, his mouth all messy, nipping and kissing along your neck and collar and chest.

It's all just a test, really. Sensing out each others bodies, learning what you like; there's nothing about this you dislike.

You love the squeeze of his hands on your curves, knowing he loves your curves just as much- judging the way he's pinching your ass, kneading your tits and tracing the little squidge of your belly.

"So good syulang," he whispers when you clench around him again. "You're doing so well."

He's whispering nearly unintelligible things against your neck, words of worship, mutters of how tight you are, little praise of how well you're doing.

You just cling onto him, moaning shamelessly into his ear, arching further and further with every deep, forceful thrust, feeling as though he's fucking your soul straight out of your body.

If he hadn't been holding you up, you think you may have just turned to jelly and flopped backwards, yet his hands are warm and present on your back.

You shift slightly, up and down, trying your best to meet each of his thrusts, and there it is. The start of the knot, the one you begin to pull, to unravel.

And then he knows it, because all of a sudden he's speeding up and thrusting deeper and rubbing circles on your clit, and you're a moaning mess, hands raking through his hair and over his back, gently caressing his face and digging sharply into his waist.

All it finally takes is the nip at your neck, the soft whispered shower of desperately spoken words you can't even hear, and then you've tipped over the edge.

Aonung just fucks you through it all, cradling you body and still muttering those words you can't make out. You're making a fucking mess, your sharp cries and moans and whines tearing through the home so loudly you'd thank Eywa forever that Spider's far away in the village.

And then when you still, the change that goes through Aonung is surprising. He had been rough by human standards, but it never seemed to strike you just how gentle he had been until he just loses all vestages of control.

He's moving at animalistic paces, and you're unravelling into a moaning, trembling mess under him, teeth sunk into his shoulder to try and quiet your sounds, because you sure as fuck can't hold them in.

You yelp as he speeds up now, brutal and animalistic as the last tenterhooks of his strained restraint snaps and he buries himself deep inside you. He's hissing a million unintelligible words against your skin as he spills himself inside you, rocking his hips the whole time until he finally comes to a shaky stop.

It's all just quiet. And still. 

No words are spoken, just your faint moans every now and then in the aftershock of your earth-shattering orgasm.

After a moment, when you finally start to return to yourself somewhat, you realise he's layed back against the bed, you curled lightly on his chest. His arm is tented protectively over you, your own wrapped tight around his own chest, your hair spilling over your shoulders onto both your spent, slightly sweaty bodies. 

Then he finally moves, a small shift to pull you even closer, gently slide you up his body you you're in his view, when he can nuzzle lightly into your neck.

You whimper at the sudden cold emptiness inside you as he lifts you off him and closer to his face, but he lightly kisses all over your flushed face, once, twice, again and again, soft, gentle brushes of his lips over your shining skin.

"Are you alright, syulang?"

You can't answer. Aonung, the prince of the clan, the guy you've been crushing on since you came to the reef, the one that was the most unattainable man in the reef, had just fucked every morsel of animation out of your body, and is now cuddling you close.

"Why are you doing this," you manage to say weakly.

"You do not like having me here?" Aonung asks, brows furrowing in confusion, looking slightly hurt.

"No," you say quickly. "But you don't have to stay here with me- you're free to go if you wish. Don't feel like you have to take care of me."

Aonung's frown deepens, but he just nuzzles closer, his face pillowed with your soft, raw breasts.

"I will stay," he says decisively. 

"But you don't," you say quietly. "I've- I've heard things, that you are just... well... slutty. We both wanted sex Aonung, you don't have to feel obligated to help me, especially when you never did with others before me."

"I will stay," he says again. "I want to stay with you, syulang."

It's strange. You don't feel uneasy, but you're not used to cuddling after intimacy, not with men only being with you for the experience of fucking a tawtute, not when you're wearing your expopack.

But now, for the first time, you're just spent the fuck out, collapsed on top of the future Olo'eyktan, being praised and kissed and cared for by the elusive, unattainable Aonung.

And then there's the problem. The fact that Aonung has lit a flame no others will be able to fuel, the fact that he's made you come harder than any other ever will, the fact he's stretched you to the point no other will ever be able to fill.

"I think you've fucking ruined me," you mumble sleepily into his neck. 

"Have I?" he asks, sounding slightly pleased with himself.

"For anyone and everyone."

So there's just the question left, the one that's been ringing in your brain since he kissed you, since he touched you, since you came so hard your vision went fuzzy.

And you know there's never going to be another chance to ask it. So here fucking goes. But then he answers it before it even leaves your raw lips.

"You will not need others syulang," he growls. "I will take care of you."

And you think you could melt away. All you wanted.

It seems impossible that this is happening- maybe he fucked you so well you simply passed away, and your heaven was just him caring for you. Maybe you're still fucking dreaming, and you haven't woken up, and Lo'ak and Spider will be playing video games outside on that shitty old sofa.

But then you reach out to tentatively touch his face, and you know it's real.

He's still breathing raggedly, and you pass him the mask.

"Breathe, Aonung."

"I-"

"I don't want you passing out before you can finish what you were trying to say," you reprimand him.

Aonung laughs slightly and obliges, before setting his mask back down.

"I liked you too, tawtute," he whispers. 

"Fucking hypocrite," you hiss, your supposed annoyance at complete odds with your uncontrollable, delighted grin.

"I liked your sweetness," he grins, kissing your nose. "And kindness and determination. You asked why I did not speak to you- I was ashamed."

You blink in surprise, and pull back a few inches.

"Not of liking you," Aonung continues. "Ashamed that for the first time in my life, I was nervous. You made me nervous, with all your perseverance and tawtute clothing and cuteness."

You shut him up, crashing your lips onto his and snake your hands around his neck.You kissed him.

You can feel his heartbeat picking up against your chest as he shifts, one of his hands on your waist and holding you up so your faces are closer, the other tangling in your long hair.

He smells good, like amber and sea-salt, and his lips are so soft and warm that you nearly forget about everything else and get lost in the kiss.

And it means everything that you don't need to speak. Who needs tsaheylu to read each other when you can kiss him like this?

"I will make you those tops I promised," Aonung says, pulling away. "And I can order a new hut. If you prefer your tawtute clothing, teach me to make you more."

Fuck. 

This is better than anything you could have dreamed of, imagined in those long afternoons in the healing hut staring lustfully at Aonung from afar.

And now he's here, cuddling you, offering to make you gifts and asking what you like.

"My little tunutu," he whispers.

The words send a shiver through you.

The same way you'd felt this whole time, wanting all of him with everything you have, desperately willing to give whatever you have to offer.

And now he feels the same.

Tunutu.

My little desire.

[scremogirl]

★♑︎☆彡𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎✪𝐍!☆♏︎★

Haikyuu boys when they have a crush on you (Ushijima, Kyotani, Iwazumi, Aone, Bokuto)

Bokuto

There was probably a handful of ways Bokuto could have first noticed you. A; been friends before he even realized his feelings. B; been one of the managers on the volleyball team. Or, C; being a classmate mate of his, a deskmate maybe.

Regardless of how he meets you, he knows you're the one for him. Always greets you with his signature smile and a giant hug.

He always asks you to come to his games and practices; regardless if you are the manager or not. He wants to make you feel included, sharing the thing he loves the most with you. Or just wants to show off and see your face when he lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow.

Would show up at your house randomly when you didn't come to school. You didn't answer his texts or calls so he figured something must be wrong. Your parents love him so much that they just let him in.

“Hey, hey, hey! I was wondering why you weren't at school today. Your mom told me you were sick so I brought over some soup and snacks to make you feel better!” you sit up from your bed in absolute bewilderment. You look and feel like shit and here he is telling you how bored he was today without you.

“Oh!” he suddenly gasps, perking up. He walks over to his backpack and pulls out a folder. It's the Trig notes from today, his handwriting is big and sloppy, but it’s the thought that counts.

He hands it to you with his chest puffed out in pride, Man…he really does look like an owl. Cute.

When he's made bad plays and gets into one of his moods, Akashi will call you over. Complaining about how he won’t talk to anyone and just sits under the bleachers hunched over. Feeling a hand on his shoulder he turns around. When he sees you he instantly becomes better, asking *begging* you to stay. That you're his good luck charm and is surely to make all his spikes if you are here to cheer him on.

Will also *beg* ask you to wear his number to games. Will look into the crowd, locking eyes with you followed by a big thumbs up.

Aone

It was a busy day this evening; seeing as it was a couple weeks before Christmas. Meaning, that the trains were packed and full of people. You missed the bus you would usually take on your way home. It was getting dark out and you wouldn’t dare wait for the next bus to show.

You dashed your way to the nearby train station panting and out of breath. You made it just in time to catch one too. Hoping on you see that every place was full. Except for one.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity you scooted your way through the crowd and sat down. It was silent besides the usual businessmen making calls and children playing games on their parents' phones. After a while, you felt eyes on you. Craning your neck up to an almost uncomfortable degree you lock eyes with someone. He was wearing your school uniform. Oh, you know him! He was the middle blocker for your school's volleyball team.

You shot him a sweet smile and a tiny wave. His eyes widened and a blush crept on his pale face. It looked as if he was about to wave back but just then the bell signaling your stop rang. Ever since then, he couldn't keep his eyes off you.

Would leave candies and heartfelt notes on your desk and in your locker

Would try to catch a glimpse of you on his way to the train station, sitting at your bus stop.

Futakuchi notices all of his friend’s strange behavior and forces him to come to talk to you. And that's how you two became friends.

Didn't talk much but was always such a great listener, remembering the smallest things about you. Such as the classes you were struggling in; offering to tutor you and give notes. Keeping rubber bands on his writs just in case (sorry if you have short hair/ are bald 😅). Would even skip practice to walk you to the bus, always wanting to make sure you're safe.

I LOVE HIM SM; people need to write for him more 🙄

Iwaizumi

Very straight forward with his affections towards you.

It’ll take him a while to come to terms with the way he feels about you but when he does he’s not trying to hide it.

The rest of his friends would tease him about it but he’ll just brush it off because there’s no reason for him to be embarrassed about the way he feels.

Like Aone, he will walk you home everyday no matter how late it is or what he has to do. Will buy you all the snacks you want from the vending machine. Will make sure you're doing your best physically and mentally. Would force you to drink water and eat a balanced meal when he notices any signs of fatigue or famine.

Will convince you to go on morning runs with him before school. This one you're not so sure about but after all he does for you, you thought you could thug it out.

“Come on (Y/n), you can do this just a little ways to go,” he says, jogging backwards to try and stay at the same pace as you. At this point you're huffing and puffing for air bent over. He lays you on your back before going ahead of you. He looks back at you with a smirk and this mischievous glint in his eyes before speaking.

“If you finish this run maybe I’ll treat you to more than just breakfast,” throwing a cheeky wink behind his shoulder before jogging off again. You’ve never ran that fast in your life. Maybe if you're a little slick wit it, you can convince him to carry you back home.

Kyotani

A little rough around the edges to say the least.

Surprisingly, unlike his upper upperclassmen, he actually realizes his feelings pretty quickly. Noting the *not so* subtle changes in his behavior when he’s around you compared to everyone else.

He’s never been intune with his emotions, so it’ll take a while for him to make a move.

In my opinion I don’t think he’s the “mean to you because he likes you” type; he’ll most likely just avoid you if he doesn’t know you like that or just keep his feelings to himself if you’re already his friend.

Another anonymous secret admirer. Would leave food, water bottles, keychains, stuffed toys, and things he knows you like laying around for you to find.

Will try and discretely spend time with you. Wouldn’t outright say he wants to and will get all blushy and confrontational if you tease him about it.

“Hey,” you here a deep voice call out to you, already knowing who it is, you turn around with a big smile.

“Hey, Kenny! what’s up?” He makes eye contact with you for what seems like a split second before turning away with pink dusting his cheeks, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I-uh… there’s… there’s this new movie coming out next Saturday. You said you hadn’t been to the theaters in a while… so, I bought tickets,” he explains, pulling out two tickets from his back pocket, still not looking at you.He shoves one in your direction before talking again.

You just stare at him with wide eyes and slightly parted mouth. He turns around after not getting an answer but as he opens his mouth to say something you fly into his arms.

“Thank you, Ken, really,”

“Ye-yea, don’t mention it”

Would treat you to ramen after you’ve done really well on a test. You have a go to spot, a little mom and pop shop. He’s been going there ever since he was little, so it means a lot to him and is a big sign of his love for you bringing you there. The owners always ask when you two would get together.

You’d just laugh it off while he blushes and stutters about how you guys are just friends. Though the owners can see the disappointment in his eyes at his own words.

Loves having late night convos with you, either at a park or on the phone. Just like how intimate it feels.

Seriously cares about you and tries to tone down his “mad dog” persona. Is aware of how abrasive he can be and doesn’t wanna scare you off. All in all, he embraces the state of vulnerability he can be in with you.

Ushijima

I absolutely hate when people paint him out to be some sort of blunt, unemotional, proper guy.

He’s not dumb. He knows the signs when someone has a crush. Sure he can be a little blunt in the way he expresses his emotions but that’s just because he feels there’s no reason to lie about how he feels. He’s not a robot.

Wouldn’t just come up to you and say he had a crush on you. He knows that’ll throw you a little off guard; he wants to make sure you like him too.

Not much of a talker, but knows how to make conversation. Would purposely start one because he knows you’ll end up getting off topic and start ranting. He loves the sound of your voice and the passion in your face when you talk.

Another one who invites you to games and practices. Would try to convince *demand* you to become the manager of his team.

“But, I don’t know anything about it besides the things you’ve told me,” you try to explain yourself with uncertainty.

“That doesn’t matter. Coach and I will give you a run down of everything if you need it. I wouldn’t mind explaining it to you,” he seems so confident in the fact that you’ll say yes. Tilting his head up a little higher, broad shoulders shifting back slightly, standing tall.

“Are you sure? I just don’t wanna be a burden to you or the rest of the team if I can’t get up to speed-,”

“You could never be,” he cuts you off

“Everyone wants you there… I want you there. So please, consider it”.

GUESS WHOS THE NEW MANGER!🤪

A little worried that a relationship would cut into his time with volleyball. His indifference would cause him to be distant for a while, which leads to you thinking he led you on. The more you think about it though, you know Ushijima isn’t the type to do that so he either lost feelings, or something’s wrong. You know it’s the latter but you can’t help overthinking it.

Would come up to you with a rose one day before you left school. Looks you in your eyes before apologizing about how he’s been acting. All he wants is you to reassure him that his career path won’t get in the way of you two.

Hope y’all enjoyed; let me know if you wanna part two but with different characters or in a different fandom (make sure to look at my ML). Bye guys!

-Love, Sos❤️

[lizzy06]

Aone Takanobu x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

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Nosebleed ✨✨✨💖by WritingTheInserts(oneshot, fluff, humor) All the important moments of your life started with a nosebleed. [COMPLETED]

The Lightest Touch✨✨ by @seokiloquy (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) you have a birthmark/tattoo of the place where your soulmate first touches you and it slowly fades over 24 hours until it’s gone.[COMPLETED]

Perfect ✨by @volleyboys-n-girls (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) The words first spoken by your soulmate are tattooed on your skin. For you, you were lucky right there. [COMPLETED]

soulmate au ✨by @pies-writes-and-more (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) The words first spoken by your soulmate are tattooed on your skin. [COMPLETED]

gentle by @teamatsumu (oneshot, fluff)he’s not the same with you as he is with everyone else.[COMPLETED]

High Priestess✨ by theunluckycanuck (orphan_account) (oneshot, arranged marriage, smut) You were the priestess of the east and he was a monk of the west, in order to bring good fortune you had to meet and become a union. What brought forth was more than just marriage.[COMPLETED]

The Scarf by starryiedd (oneshot, fluff)she finds the scarf in her locker, she didn't expect any of the events that followed.[COMPLETED]

A Gentle Silence✨ by Amoralyn (crushes, love letters, fluff, oneshot)How does he really feel about me? Does he want to be my friend, or more? And how long can I pretend that I’m happy with just being friends?[COMPLETED]

Eighth Wonder by abswrites (oneshot, fluff)Aone knows he looks scary. Hell, he sees his own face in the mirror every morning. But here you are, chattering away next to him without a care.[COMPLETED]

Sound of Silence by @dira333/Fogfire (oneshot)What happens if you, with your sharp tongue and sweet features, meet Aone, the grim looking sweetheart everyone seems to be afraid of?[COMPLETED]

A Good Man ✨by @dira333/Fogfire (oneshot, fluff)You'd known he'd be a good father, a good husband, a good man. You'd known all along.[COMPLETED]

The Class Rep and the Wall by Teapots_and_Teacups (oneshot, fluff)Aone takes a moment to help out an underclassman.You aren't scared by the gentle giant.[COMPLETED]

Soft, sweet, and light✨ by @write-haikyuu (oneshot, fluff) Aone Takanobu loves dessert. But he loves you more.[COMPLETED]

what he's looking for by flying_siphonophore (oneshot, smut, fluff)...he wonders if you’re wearing shorts under that…. if you’re wearing those cute underwear you bought the other day…. or if he ran his hand underneath he’d find nothing separating his hand from you.[COMPLETED]

Train Ride | Aone Takanobu/Reader ✨✨by @thisnoodlewritesao3 (oneshot, fluff)Aone had never been more thankful of the people who avoided him on the trains, especially when they gave him something as amazing as you.[COMPLETED]

Trepidation Overlooked by introher (masturbation, friend to lovers)aone masturbates to the thought of you, alone and in his room are where his fantasies run wild.[COMPLETED]

Lover's play by @dira333/ Fogfire(friends to lovers, oneshot)[COMPLETED]

[lowkeyremi]

i rlly liked the gyaru post n was wondering if you could write hq boys with a gyaru crush ( like the guys have a crush on a gyaru ) myb a small fic ( tanaka, yams aone pls )

I'm glad you liked the last one! This is such a cute concept tbh, Aone would be too scared to say anything lmaooo

HQ Drabbles: Gyaru Crush 💕 ft. Tanaka, Yams, and Aone.

Content: Fluff, a lil bit of stalking cuz Tanaka's just like that, miscommunication bc Aone isn't good w words, crushes.

Banner credit: gifcities and geocities

Tanaka Ryu:

"I should have packed lunch today, this sucks." Your best friend nods when she sees your soggy french fries.

"That bald guy is staring at you again." She slurps her yogurt tube in a few seconds. You look around and sure enough that second year was looking at you again.

You're in your third year now, according to Sugawara the 'bald' kid's name is Tanaka, and it's said he has a huge crush on Kiyoko.

"Probably thinks my makeup is weird like everyone else does." He notices you looking and turns away to his short friend... it's Nishi something.

"Or maybe he likes you." You roll your eyes while she wiggles her eyebrows.

"Yeah right, it's obvious he likes Kiyoko." She cringes when you eat a mouthful of soggy fries.

"He might be using Kiyoko as a cover up." You weren't going to keep waiting for him to say why he's always being creepy so you walk over to his table.

"Why are you always staring at me?" His short friend giggles and turns away.

"Staring- me huh?" His face flushes as he stammers for words.

"Yes, is it my makeup? I know it's not normal but starting is really rude." Out of the corner of your eye you can see his friend covering his mouth to try and conceal his snickering.

"Ah- it's not like that! I think your makeup is unique and I think you're really cool!" He blurts out and his friend bursts into laughter.

"Noya shut up!" He elbows him.

"Really? Is this some kind of joke?" He notices your hand on your hip.

"No! C-can we be friends?" His voice sounds like a shy little kid.

"Um... sure?" There has to be some hidden motive behind this...

"Got anything else to tell her, Ryu?" The short fry wiggles his eyebrows.

"Nishinoya I will end-"

"I'm gonna go finish my lunch." Tanaka starts stammering again when you start to walk away.

"Could um... could I get you dinner sometime? AS FRIENDS THOUGH!" He suddenly adds.

He definitely has a crush on you.

"Yeah anytime." He smiles, and you skip back to your table.

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Yamaguchi Tadashi:

"Is that all?" You ask politely scanning his cart to see if he's got anything else.

He nods his head yes, "Your total is 870 yen, how would you like to pay?" He hands you 1,000 yen, like he does every time.

"Keep the change." You sigh and look for change.

"That's too much of a tip." Yamaguchi (as you've learned from your uncle), comes in maybe three times a week for the same thing and tries to leave you a huge tip.

"Your hair's really pretty." He notioned to the style you were going for today, you think it brings out your makeup.

"Keishin says I look like a rebellious punk." You giggle right along with Yams.

"It's Uncle Keishin to you, brat! You're lucky to even be getting paid!" Yamaguchi quietly snickers because you rolled your eyes mimicking your uncle. Once everything's bagged up you hand it to him.

"Bye, Yams." He takes the bag, and holds still like a statue.

"Something wrong?"

"When'll you be back to work here again?" There's this look in his eyes that you can't quite determine.

"When ever I get back from school, I can't take a lot of breaks or I'll get behind on my assignments." He frowns.

"Hey, not my fault I'm a college student." You shrug.

"I really wish I could go with you to ward off all the weirdos who think gyaru isn't cool." He's an adorable little third year.

"Gyaru's not for everyone. I get hateful comments all the time, but they don't bother me that much anymore." It's the hard truth, you cannot force people to like you.

"Well can I take you out when you get back?" Oh, he's real brave today. Not once has he asked something remotely as obvious as this.

You can tell he likes you, that much was clear. This is the first time he's been straightforward with you though.

"You can take me out when I get off of work." You lean over the counter and press your glossy lips to his cheek. When you pull away you can see a faint mark of lip gloss from your lips.

"Go on to school now, Yams." He spirals at your smirk and walks out like a drunken man.

You're bonked on the head with newspaper, "Do your job and stop flirtin' so much!"

"Don't take your frustration out on me, I know you don't get any Keishin." He grumbles at your laughter.

"It's Uncle Keishin."

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Aone Takanobu:

"Kogane! I'm so going to beat your ass!" Your threat echoes through the gym and no one makes the effort to save him.

"I didn't mean to mess up your makeup and hair, please forgive me!!" He whines.

The idiot thought it'd be funny to spray you with his water bottle, long story short he got a little heavy handed with the pouring.

You raise your fist to hit him but you're stopped by a hand much bigger than yours. A low grunt can be heard and you turn around to see Aone holding your wrist.

"He deserves it! Let go!" He thinks his grip is too tight, so he loosened it.

"H-here." He hands you his team jacket.

"Thank you, Aone. That is so sweet." He nods.

"Um I know how important your clothing and hair are to you." At first you can't tell if he's being genuine or a goody two shoes.

"Um... gyaru right? I thought it was super weird awhile back." At least he was honest.

"How'd you know?" You most likely already know the answer.

"I did some research after seeing your unusual clothing option that one time." He rubs the back of his neck.

"So you're stalking me?" That's honestly what it sounds like.

"No- I just wanted to understand you better." He says with a little more confidence.

"Why?"

"Ah....." His cheeks go red and he power walked away.

Huh... interesting.

Hey sillies, im tired so ima go to sleep. Also I watched a horror movie by myself for the first time but I didn't get scared at all. Idk I just kept screaming at the main character being so dumb. bye guys 😘

[bengiyo]

Last Twilight Ep 6 Stray Thoughts

Last week Day met August again for the first time, and it was clear that the attraction between them is mutual. Mhok encouraged the two to hang out, and had a practice date with Day to get him ready. However, August let all of us down. Day waited an hour before Mhok came back in to take Day around. Still, they waited until late for August to arrive as Day recounts that he did like August. August then bailed again, telling Mhok not to let Day know he was there. I’m also worried about how much Day compromises himself for August’s benefit.

I like the way Mhok gave the glass of water to hungover Day.

Does Day not remember much of the night? Either way, I’m glad Mhok avoided fibbing.

Okay. I liked Mhok’s glare here. August needs to know that Mhok is not going to be passive about Day.

I will accept August’s excuse for now, but he’s on very thin ice.

I’m invested in Aon’s new relationship with his girlfriend way more than I expected. He looks so happy about it.

Yes, Porjai! Ask after Night! Take your shot!

I like fixing the shoes, but no socks? Runners, please check in with me here.

I feel like there’s a lot double meaning in the dialogue this episode.

One of my favorite framing techniques in BL is when two people are facing each other and a third person is framed between them. They keep doing that with Mhok between Day and August.

I like the reminder that Mhok is maybe a little bit older than these college kids. Also glad Porjai is calling him out on his obvious crush on Day.

Oh, he used his eye drops to look at August.

They’re holding hands while they run now? Well, well, well.

There’s a race next month? How will August let us down, and will Mhok rise to the occasion and be his racing partner?

Okay, I really like the mom celebrating Day’s birthday a little bit early because she’ll be busy, and Day appreciating that she still prioritized him.

Will someone tell Mhok (and us) what this drama between the brothers is about??

Sea is very attractive.

“How do I look?” – “You look ready.”

They are definitely flirting!

Be careful touching that earring, Day! I watched the BTS and it is barely holding on with magnet, glue, and prayers!

He gave Mhok his favorite perfume? THIS IS GAY AS HELL.

I like the surprise party for Day. This is excellent drama. We thought August forgot, but instead it’s Mhok having to back down.

Does August know he’s competing with Mhok?

No, Mhok! Don’t regress! Don’t start smoking again!

Oh, whew, he took a walk.

This is way too many people touching and fussing over Day at once. He’s going to freak out.

Okay, Aof, having Mhok show up just in time to see August kiss Day, and have him appear between them? Mean.

WAIT? DID AUGUST JUST WALK AWAY??

A GOOD MEMORY??? WHERE IS THE GIF OF BRIGHT SAYING, “KILL HIM”? I don’t like the pity coloring all of his choices here. I get that he doesn’t have control of how he feels, but initiating this kiss was a bad call.

Oh good. We’re on a rooftop. Let me calm down.

Mhmm, and this is why I’m mad at August. He ruined what should have been a kind gesture. Day feels like people only showed up to celebrate him because they pitied him.

Timing this kiss with the sun like this? Now that’s cinema, baby!!

I love Aof. Next week promises to sort out the feelings stirred and revealed by this kiss.

I’m so disappointed in August. I was already down on him last week because of the way Day feels like he has to accommodate him, and then he lets us down like this? I’m over this boy! I don’t want to see his ass again in this show! Baby Ohm, I love you and we will see you in Kidnap with Big Ohm later! Goodbye!

[blue-grama]

Last Twilight Ep 8

I have my laptop back after holiday travel and I'm in a recapping kinda mood.

Ahh a sibling standoff. My heart goes out to Mhok.

I hope Thailand's tourism authority shelled out for this episode 'cause I'm checking ticket prices.

Impossible to watch two people in love frolicking in the sea without grinning from ear to ear.

This kiss felt so authentic.

Gay beach party! I really love how much they're using the rainbow flags, like, hey, no one is majorly grappling with issues of sexual identity here, Mhok is taking his (presumable) bisexual awakening in stride, that's all well and good, but the flags keep grounding it in being a queer love story and I adore that. Plus them just finding community and connection here the same way Day has found connection with the blind community via Aon.

Love the progression of increasingly rustic transport.

Oooh I liked this speech and the cuts to Mhok and Day. I've seen other people say this, but I'd love to see Mhok leaning on Day more at some point and this speech gave me hope. Fingers crossed.

Oh no, I love her. I love her red dress and her sparkly accessories. You know this lady goes to three different types of dance classes at the senior center and crushes Zumba every Saturday and is living her best life.

HONESTLY NOW, COULD YOU NOT. (And I didn't even talk about the henley/suspenders combo which is an act of aggression by the wardrobe department.)

Woo boy.

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[miyamorana]

2022 Fic Recs Part 2: Other Anime

Happy New Year everyone! I have once again read a lot of fics in 2022 and want to share my favorites. I’m only reccing complete fics as usual, although I’m reading a lot of amazing WIPs. Maybe at some point I’ll do a special WIPs rec list?

Anyways! This is Part 2, which is for my anime/manga recs other than BnHA. 

Part 1: BnHA (25 + 2 crossovers (Harry Potter and Star Wars)) Part 3: Everything Else (Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Stargate SG-1 crossover (1), Harry Potter (9), Julie and the Phantoms (1), The Legend of Zelda (1), Our Flag Means Death (1), Percy Jackson & Related Fandoms (6), The Sandman (4), The Sandman/Julie and the Phantoms crossover (1), Teen Wolf (5), Voltron: Legendary Defender (2), The Witcher (3))

Fandoms: Haikyuu!! (18), Hunter X Hunter (1), Jujutsu Kaisen (8)

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Three Little Words Author: JonJackTheBoi Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Yamaguchi Tadashi Rating: General Word Count: 6,584 Summary: After learning he'd never been to one, Hinata insists on taking Yamaguchi to a pet cafe, just the two of them. Yamaguchi's only issue with it is that he can't tell if it's the type of date he wants it to be or not.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Playing Grown-Up Author: longleggedgit Pairing: Takeda Ittetsu/Ukai Keishin, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio Rating: Teen Word Count: 3,856 Summary: Takeda struggles to find the balance between acting like a responsible adult authority figure and acting on what he really wants.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: pull me close (hold my hands) Author: sweetalysssum Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Teen Word Count: 2,484 Summary:

“See, it’s not so bad.”

Atsumu can’t take his eyes off his skates.

Shouyou chuckles. “Don’t be scared.”

“I’m not scared,” Atsumu snaps, though his whole body is shaking.

“Just look at me,” Shouyou says and Atsumu has no choice but to comply.

Having a crush on Shouyou has some particular effects on Atsumu's life, like making him act without thinking, causing his heart to flutter when he sees him, and forcing him to make a fool of himself as he tries to impress him.

It's a combination of all three that have Atsumu on an ice rink, pretending to know what he's doing, when he doesn't have a single clue.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Late Night Appetite Author: Cee Pairing: Miya Osamu/Oikawa Tooru Rating: Teen Word Count: 4,565 Summary: After a six-year stint in the foreign league, Oikawa returns to Japan under less than ideal conditions. He finds shelter in a small onigiri restaurant and stays longer than he should.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Camellia Author: Vane (lividlillies) Pairing: Aone Takanobu/Hinata Shouyou (side Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke) Rating: Teen Word Count: 7,429 Summary: Aone makes some assumptions. Some of them even pan out.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: hey, is it alright if i keep calling out to you? Author: flickercity Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Mature Word Count: 21,621 Series: Part 1 of (Words:  - Works: ) Summary: "And here’s the thing.Atsumu is not a popular person by any means. Fuck, most people can barely stand him. But when Bokuto is around and happy to see him, he feels this pure, stirring awareness of being a really exciting person no matter how boring he actually ends up being. And Atsumu has never been good at not chasing the highs he wants to deserve." OR Miya Atsumu vs. the mortifying ordeal of being known: the fic

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: blood brothers Author: billionairevolleyboysclub Pairing: Akaashi Keiji/Miya Osamu, Akaashi Keiji/Miya Atsumu Rating: Mature (Part 2 is Explicit) Word Count: 2,416 Series: Part 1 of blood brothers (Words: 6,841 - Works: 2) Summary: Akaashi Keiji has a Kink. “Could I get yer notes after class? Sorry, I missed the first half.” When he speaks, Akaashi’s gaze can’t help but flick to his mouth. Slightly elongated canines drop down to break an otherwise even row of white teeth. Oh, Akaashi thinks.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: the soulmate swap Author: electraDandelion Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Teen Word Count: 9,670 Summary: Hinata Shōyō had waited for his 21st birthday his whole life. Perhaps the thing that got him through the first 21 years of his life — especially through the last year and a half of life halfway across the world — was knowing that somewhere, there was someone waiting for him. Someone made for him. That night, as he went to sleep on the eve of his 21st year, Hinata Shōyō would meet his soulmate. Well, technically, he wouldn’t physically meet his soulmate, so much as swap bodies with them for a day.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: The Trifecta Author: surveycorpsjean Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Terushima Yuuji (Established Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou) Rating: Explicit Word Count: 28,863 Summary: It only took an ass grab, two black eyes, and a couple beers for them to realize how cute Terushima actually is.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: condensation Author: FireHeartAW Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5,821 Summary: “What do you want, Hinata?” Kageyama asks so quietly, hidden behind his other hand that’s now dripping water down his mouth and chin. Hinata can’t take his eyes away, mesmerized by the way the water trails the jawline he’s wanted to kiss so many times, and because of it, he answers honestly. “You. Kage–” Hinata starts, but Kageyama’s eyes sharpen daggers into him as if he said something wrong – and it’s too much, and the cold touch of fear sends a shiver down his spine. “Tobio. Say Tobio, again,” Kageyama requests, the daggers melting into the beginnings of greed, eyebrows furrowing as he bites into the fingers that rest along his lip. It feels like the floor below his feet is nonexistent, like he’s slipping on the gravity of emotions that’s held him in one place for so long. It’ll take this one final exhale of words, one more sentence to change the nature of their relationship and it’s terrifying – but when have either of them ever been afraid to take the leap for things they want? “It’s you, Tobio. It’s always been you,” Hinata reveals and the world around them takes a breath, holds it, and then lets go.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: any way you slice it Author: FireHeartAW Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio Rating: Teen Word Count: 6,706 Summary: In which Hinata confesses to Kageyama via a slice of cake, borrowing a Brazilian tradition for his own personal feelings. But, what if Kageyama came to visit him in Rio with a confession of his own? “‘Yama,” Hinata starts, closing the distance between them and reaching up before he knows what's gotten into him, his sand-scratched fingertips brushing against soft warm cheeks as he turns Kageyama’s face to look at him. He thinks he feels Kageyama lean into it, fantasizes that him closing his eyes is out of comfort rather than exhaustion, and hopes that it’s okay to be touching him like this, so much different than they ever were back home before he left. “What did you come here for?” he whispers, as silent as the contrails left hidden amongst the darkening starry sky above them, as soft as the calm sea just a few blocks away. Kageyama opens his eyes slowly, long eyelashes revealing the deep cobalt constellations of his gaze like a curtain, more emotion swirling inside them than any galaxy.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: but i'm already down Author: flickercity Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/Miya Atsumu Rating: Mature Word Count: 2,413 Summary: Tobio yawned, scratching the back of his head. He looked at Atsumu slowly. “I thought this was supposed to be about sex,” he said. “Well, yeah,” Atsumu met Tobio’s gaze for only a second and quickly looked away. “But then ya wanted to know more about your fake kingdom and I got invested in what I made up, so.” His voice jerked as he pulled out of the parking lot. “Now I want a backstory too.” OR Atsumu and Tobio try roleplay and completely miss the point.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Sprout Author: boomturkey Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Oikawa Tooru Rating: Teen Word Count: 9,077 Summary: When Hinata is fifteen he discovers true love is suspension in the air, a moment of connection, perfectly in sync before his palm strikes the ball. And who better to have a connection with than the best-worst-best person he's ever known Three snapshots of Hinata during his time at Aoba Jousai.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: The Witching Hour Author: ive_been_losing_sleep Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Kozume Kenma Rating: Teen Word Count: 14,009 Summary: The Witching Hour: The time of night in which the world is at its quietest And the demons walk amongst mortals

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: how the game is played Author: Slumber Pairing: Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou Rating: Teen Word Count: 2,014 Summary: There is a light smattering of applause around them, Rintarou thinks. He isn’t really sure. Everything fades to a blur around him as he focuses on Osamu, and this moment, and tries very hard to keep playing his part. But the bottle of champagne that their waiter brings out, interestingly enough—well. That had been complimentary. In which Osamu and Suna fake proposals for fun and profit.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: tabula rasa Author: extinguish Pairing: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru Rating: Teen Word Count: 9,070 Summary: Kageyama runs into Oikawa in Tokyo and realizes that time heals all wounds, among other things.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Allusions Author: Koocatoo Pairing: Hinata Shouyou/Miya Atsumu Rating: Teen Word Count: 7,732 Summary: Hinata can't stop thinking about Atsumu, who has only probably been flirting with him since the end of Karasuno's final match during Nationals. He's not entirely sure, but it's been driving him up the wall! Perhaps his trip to spend a weekend with Atsumu in Hirakata will lead to some answers. At least he has a helpful friend group backing him up! Well... somewhat helpful. Alternatively: Pining, Third-Year Hinata has the hots for Rookie Atsumu, and it's becoming a problem.

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Title: Disequilibrium Author: bokubroya (liarielle) Pairing: None Rating: Teen Word Count: 15,200 Summary: “I received a call from Hinata’s father,” he begins, finally looking up at the rest of them. “For the time being, Hinata will not be returning to practice. His father didn’t provide many details, not yet at least. He did say that it’s not because of his injuries, Hinata has fully recovered. He also…” Takeda-sensei trails off then, his mouth pressing into a firm line. “Take-chan?” Tanaka is the first one brave enough to speak up. “What’s wrong?” Takeda-sensei takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders back, meeting their eyes. “He said that he can’t guarantee that Hinata will be coming back.” ----- Or, what if, after Hinata and Kageyama fight, Hinata questions whether he should continue playing with Karasuno?

Fandom: Hunter X Hunter Title: Harlequin Romance Author: athena_crikey Pairing: Gon Freecs/Hisoka Rating: Explicit Word Count: 26,104 Summary: “Um,” he says, and behind the desk the clerk looks up. His eyes, Gon sees in surprise, are a startling gold. They shine like candy-wrapper foil in the low light. “How much is the tea?” “Price varies by weight and selection,” replies the clerk in a soft tenor. He flicks his fingers towards the shelves; his nails are long and sharp like a mountain lion’s except that they’re painted pale blue, his fingers narrow and shapely. “The price is listed at the bottom of the label,” he intones as though he’s said it a thousand times. And yet somehow Gon can’t see many people stopping into this shop and even fewer interrupting the clerk to ask. Or: Hisoka runs a tea store as a front to a hit man business.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: Eternity Enshrined Author: apartment Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi/Sukuna Rating: Explicit Word Count: 126,211 Series: Part 1 of Eternity Enshrined (Words: 144,935 - Works: 3) Summary: Transported back in time, Megumi must rely on the only familiar face in Heian Japan. Ryoumen Sukuna, a curse to some and deity to others, decides to keep him. The futility of Megumi’s plans distilled into desperation, which had him contemplating that name again: Ryoumen Sukuna, the only familiar one here. But the people spoke of Sukuna in this era with utter terror. There was no air of triumph like in the modern day. Sukuna hadn’t been sealed yet, and the world knew him as the unbeatable, invincible King of Curses. He wasn’t the Sukuna that Megumi knew.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: sink my soul Author: ValkyrieGail Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi/Sukuna, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna Rating: Explicit Word Count: 72,079 Summary: Fushiguro Megumi had thought the feelings were mutual. He was sure he had things figured out, up until he summoned the courage to make a move on Itadori, only to find out that Itadori wasn’t into him like that. Embarrassed, Megumi tries to pretend as if it had never happened. Things might’ve been salvaged, had Sukuna not made his own interest known. Wherein Sukuna knows a catch when he sees one, and Megumi and Itadori struggle to navigate their newly complicated dynamic.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: Bang, Bang Author: starryrajang Pairing: None (Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji in Part 2) Rating: Teen Word Count: 2,593 Series: Part 1 of Two Step (Words: 5,789 - Works: 2) Summary: Yuuji teaches the girls how to dance in heels.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: Fate Blooms Author: LostLoveLetters Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna, Fushiguro Megumi/Sukuna, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji/Sukuna Rating: Explicit Word Count: 150,717 Summary: “I hope you find yours someday, Yuji. It’s no good being alone.” If his grandpa only knew, then he would not have been so earnest in his wish for Yuji to find his soulmate. Well, soulmates. Because unlike most people, Yuji has two soulmarks. AKA in which Yuji can see soulmarks and has two soulmates; communication is a three-way crossroads no one finds; and fate and choice are two sides of the same coin.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: All Black Collection Author: athena_crikey Pairing: Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji Rating: Explicit Word Count: 32,828 Summary: Gojou leans in close – too close, so close Yuuji thinks he’s coming in for a kiss and that would be weird but maybe also okay – and smiles. Then he reaches up and raises his glasses. His eyes are a colour Yuuji’s never seen before, like the blue sky shot through with diamonds, like stars in the daytime. “Oh,” says Yuuji, breath catching. Because he’s just found his muse. OR: Young fashion designer Itadori Yuuji is looking for the model who will make his career. Unfortunately, it happens to be a dumpster fire named Gojou Satoru.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: See Through Me Author: athena_crikey Pairing: Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji Rating: Explicit Word Count: 81,374 Summary: At 13 when the tests show that Yuuji’s a Filament, he believes everything the Sorcerer in the old-fashioned clothes who smells of incense and mosquito coils tells him. That it’s an honour, a privilege. That his life will be dedicated to the greatest purpose possible: bringing light to one born into darkness. At 18, he’s perceptive enough to know that being a Filament isn’t an honour, it’s to be a paid captive. That the state will require him to serve as someone’s guide dog for the rest of his life whether he likes it or not, because he happens to have the rare gift of being able to share his sight. So when he has to choose the Prism he’ll serve, why not choose the highest bidder – a high-powered Tokyo lawyer named Gojou Satoru?

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out Author: benicemurphy Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi/Gojo Satoru Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7,660 Summary: “Alright, everybody out,” a voice says, and after a few moments of shuffling feet and closing doors, the voice gets closer and lower. “Satoru,” the voice—Shoko—says, “you know what this is now, don’t you?” “It better not be,” Gojo growls. “But it is,” Shoko says. Megumi thinks he might hear pity in her voice. “And it looks like you’re the only one who can help him.”

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Title: Four Eyes Author: athena_crikey Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji Rating: General Word Count: 3,649 Summary: One of these days, thinks Megumi. One of these days Itadori will realize Gojou is a walking disaster. One of these days he’ll start paying attention to the things around him. One of these days, he’ll realize Megumi has the world’s biggest crush on him. Not today though, apparently.

[nishipostitz]

haikyuu men as brother’s best friend

scenario: them meeting you for the first time

gn!reader x multicharacter

part 1 | part 2 | next

tw! none. cliche stories... almost pooing pants in 3rd one. just fluff 

ok! in this case. he’s into older people. like. he could be a high schooler having a little puppy crush on a college student. you’re the older person he fell for. it was actually just a normal day. cliche, sorry. but your parents didn’t want to pick up your brother from practice, and you were just coincidentally running errands. “pleaseeeee!!.. can you pick me uppp.. mom and dad won’t pick us up and yk how far we live. we can’t possibly walk..” his tone guilt tripped you. but you kept hearing the way he talked as if there was another person. so you must keep up a good reputation as a great! older sibling. so you drove over to your old school and picked up your little brother his friend. your brother immediately made himself feel at home in your car. and his friend was baffled. how come you look like this, and no offense to your brother, but you’re clearly the attractive sibling. so now he has this bubbly crush on his best friends older sibling. so every chance he gets, he’ll accept a free ride bc who wouldn’t? but he’s shy :/

noya, asahi, kuroo, hinata, aone, bokuto, goshiki, kindaichi, tsukki, yams, sakusa

you were running a lemonade stand. it doesn’t matter how old you are. this was like a summer side hustle. lemonade is good, selling and making it is fun. it’s a winwin! but the best business deal was going to the park. especially one right by the gym! so not only are thirsty(and hot) gym goers and park enjoyers are craving for something sweet, they have a lemonade stand selling for cheap! so as he was exiting the gym, he saw the stand and jogged over. paying and drinking. it was delicious. after a few days, he decided to just jog at the park to see you more. a beauty who knows how to do business? sign him up! so one day, when he visits your brother, he sees you in the kitchen making the lemonade. “oh you’re the lemonade girl!” he said excitedly. you turned around and recognized his smile, and smiled back. his soul slowly left his body. he was starstruck by you. visiting the park and his friend’s house more! 

atsumu, oikawa, daichi, ushijima, yamamoto, aran, kuroo, tendou, lev, iwa, tanaka, kita, kageyama

was actually talking online with you. you guys were partners with gaming and many other things. so you guys had many mutual likes. one day, he went over to hang out with your brother. a few hours later, you arrived home after a long drive from college to home. he saw you and was about to poo his pants. how did his best friend know you? answer; you were the sibling that was never mentioned! so not only did he meet someone he kinda had a crush on in real life, but they were closer to him than he thought!

kenma, akaashi, osamu, yaku, kunimi, futakuchi, inouka

guys this part was so boring T_T.... i honestly had no motivation... AGHHHH. hopefully it seemed realistic and enjoyable!! 

[doingitforbokuto]

Reunion

-> AONE TAKANOBU X READER

Summary: First loves will always have a special place in our hearts.

Words: 1,529

Warnings: none

It had been a while since you had last seen Aone. Back in highschool you two weren’t all that close, though you weren’t strangers either. The position of the manager of the volleyball team brought you two closer over time, spending more and more time during training and meetings after school. It would be a lie if you said that you only ever saw a good teammate in him, or a friend. More than once had your thoughts circled around him, lingered on his strong build, his rare but breathtaking smiles, his compassion for his friends. But with his silent demeanour it could be a little hard for you to interpret the signs he gave you - if he was giving you any at all.

The last thing that you had wanted was for you to make him uncomfortable by confessing your feelings to him. You knew how kind he was, he would probably struggle to reject someone that he was close to, someone he enjoyed spending time with. So up until graduation you had kept those feelings as hidden as possible. Afterwards you thought you might meet someone new, someone else you might fall in love with. But your hopes and prayers were left unanswered, no date ever really able to match up to your highschool crush.

Still, you told yourself that it was okay, that he didn’t even cross your mind that often. And after a couple of months - years - it seemed to become true. At least that was what you told yourself. You started daring more, seeing more people, thinking about others. None the less, he always made his way back into your mind, when it was late at night and sleep wouln‘t come, when everything was stressful he was a comforting thought, when you watched a romantic movie, listened to a lovely song he was always right there in the back of your head.

And now he was standing in front of you again, a bit bigger, a big thicker, a bit older. It was a highschool reunion, only a few years after your graduation, your team and class mates excited to see each other again. The bar that had been booked by one of your old teachers who had organised this was packed full, loud and warm, the smell of alcohol and sweat mixing in the air with the sound of laughter and chatter.

You yourself were chatting with Futakuchi who was sitting next to Aone. The two of them had stayed close even after graduation and you were happy for them, they had always been good friends despite all their differences. You wished you had stayed in touch more, had more to talk about, had the ability to stop your eyes from wandering over Aone’s broad chest and thick arms. He made it almost impossible for you to have a normal conversation with anyone.

The butterflies in your stomach and the tingling sensation in between your legs was worse now than it had been even back in 12th grade. You blamed it on the alcohol in your system, though you had only had two drinks. Still, you felt dizzy. Maybe that was why you were feeling like this, why you could not concentrate on a single thing your friends said, why you could only give half coherent answers.

After half an hour of this, admittedly awkward, procedure Futakuchi excused himself, joining some other friends in a conversation and leaving you two all alone. Suddenly it was not that easy to look at him anymore. Suddenly your eyes seemed to be glued to the glass in front of you. Suddenly the feeling running through your tummy wasn’t all butterflies anymore. You felt ashamed, caught mid act.

Futakuchi knew. Aone knew. Everyone knew. This was horrible. What were you thinking?

Aone took a gulp out of his drink, the heavy beer glass clinking as he set it down again. He didn’t have a lot to drink either.

Over the sound of all the other voices, the laughter and classes clinking together Aone‘s deep voice made its way over to you.

“Are you alright?“

Finally, you looked over at him again. but he wasn‘t looking at you. Now it was his turn to stare at his drink.

“Yeah, ‘m fine, just..“ You didn‘t even know what to say now. How could you possibly explain your strange behaviour now?

“If I.. if I am bothering you, I could leave.“

Aone sounded genuinely hurt, concerned.

“No! No, that‘s not it! I don‘t want you to leave.“

It was obvious that he did not believe you. You felt stupid, not a single idea running through your head on how you could fix this, how you could possibly explain yourself other than by telling him the truth. Maybe it was time to do it anyway. What did you have to lose now? Other than your dignity..

Without thinking it over again your hand reached out almost on its own, grabbing Aone‘s drink, gulping down the remaining liquor in his glass.

“I don‘t want you to leave unless you take me with you.“

For a moment Aone‘s eyes stared back at you almost emotionless, unmoving, like they were trying to drill a hole into yours to look right into your soul. His expression was unreadable. Could he hear how genuine your words were? Could he see how pathetic you felt? Could he tell how desperately you wanted him? Could he tell how he made you feel, all the time, for all these years?

“Take you where?“

The words slipped out of his mouth slowly and heavily, almost like he didn‘t even want an answer.

“W..Wherever you want.. just wanna be with you.“

You expected him to turn away, to leave you alone instead, to roll his eyes, to be annoyed. What you did not expect was a big hand slipping over yours, abruptly pulling you out of your seat and out of the crowded room. The way you two rushed out of the bar made some heads turn though you couldn’t really see any of them with how fast Aone was pulling you forward.

The checkroom was where he finally slowed down, allowing you to catch your breath. It was more obvious than ever how much more athletic he was than you. He was standing so close to you, his hand still interlaced with you. The abrupt stop almost made you crash into him, his body so close you could smell his cologne perfectly, feel the heat radiating off of him.

His previously motionless gaze was softer now, almost insecure.

“You wanna go.. with me?“

Like it was an instinct you moved even closer to him, a hand coming up to rest on his chest. You could feel his heart racing, too, his chest moving with every breath he took.

“Wherever you wanna go.“

It was barely a whisper and you would not have been surprised if he would not have heard you over the sounds coming from the room behind you. But he did hear you and not even a minute later both of you were stumbling out of the bar, your jackets messily thrown over your shoulders, not caring how much of a messy picture you two gave off. Though you weren’t drunk you could feel your head spinning as you raced through the street, smiling and giggling at how you two were running off like love sick teenagers - and that was exactly what you felt like.

You had never seen Aone like this, never seen him act almost childish with the way he was smiling and the way he was running in front of you, not even caring where you were going, just wanting to get away from everyone else, content with holding your hand. The different street lights, bars and neon signs rushed by you in a blur, couples and groups passing and being passed. The streets were alive and loud, just like the heartbeat in your chest. You could feel it pumping in your chest even faster when you two slowed down, Aone stopping on a less busy street.

“I -“ he laughed. “What do you even want to do?“

“Kiss you.“ It was an honest answer, simple. You couldn’t believe how easy it was to finally say it after all this time, after all these years of holding back and lying to both yourself and him. And you couldn’t believe how easy it was to do it too. To see him lean forward, blush apparent even in the dim lights of the night, to reach your free hand out, to brace yourself against his warm chest as his even warmer lips softly moved against your own like it was the only thing they knew how to do.

And though you felt as if you had been catapulted back into your teen years so hard you got whiplash it didn‘t feel weird, didn‘t feel awkward. This was right, this was what you were supposed to do - had been supposed to do for quite a while now and you sure as hell weren’t stopping anytime soon.

[screamin-abt-haikyuu]

✨OLD Haikyuu Masterlist✨

This is the OLD masterlist! For the new and updated masterlists, please see this post!

Since I now have a decent amount of content up on the blog, here’s a Masterlist of all the posts/fics/HCs I’ve done till now. I will keep updating this list as I add more content. 

Buy me a Kofi! (if you wanna, of course) <3

Asahi stans, I gotchu!  

Currently Accepting Requests for Smiling Collections|

🎀 - means recommended (basically my fav writings/content I think you'll enjoy)

Last updated: 21st October, 2021

My latest works:

How the Karasuno boys sleep on cold nights (Wholesome & crack | Gn! Reader)

🎀Azumane Asahi in "I'm Yours" (Lyric drabble | Gn! Reader)

🎀You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Drabble series | Fem reader) ❥ Asahi, Kenma, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Aone, Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Atsumu ↳Also please, you NEED to see THIS ART on the Iwa drabble by @darthdutton

"Help! I've Fallen!.... For you😉" prank with the Haikyuu boys!

How Asahi would act when you just start going out (Headcanons | Gn! Reader | Fluff)

Multiple Characters:

How the Karasuno boys sleep on cold nights (Wholesome & crack | Gn! Reader)

"Help! I've Fallen!.... For you😉" prank with the Haikyuu boys!

🎀You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Drabble series | Fem reader) ❥ Asahi, Kenma, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Aone, Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Atsumu ↳Also please, you NEED to see THIS ART on the Iwa drabble by @darthdutton

🎀 Soulmates - Haikyuu x Gn! Reader | Fluff (Insert your favourite character) 

How the Haikyuu Boys (and girls!) act around their crush

Haikyuu Characters as Tweets/Memes || Part 2 || Part 3 (Funny)

Incorrect Haikyuu Quotes (Funny) - 1 2 3 4

🎀In which Yachi avoids Death several times (Crack Scenario)

Smiling Collections:

Asahi: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14

Sugawara || Ukai || Natsu || Suna || Iwaizumi || Bokuto || Tendou || Nishinoya

Asahi Content :

Asahi x Reader Fics:

COMPLETED:

1. 🎀 Asahi accidentally tells you his feelings in front of the entire team:  (Crack and fluff | Gn! Reader)

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2

2. 🎀 Ties - (Fluff | Gn! Reader)

Part 1 || Part 2

Bonus content: @darthdutton made FANART FOR THIS FIC I CRY IT’S SO CUTE

3. 🎀 A Comedy of Errors: (Mostly crack with fluff at the end | Also Karasuno x reader | Fem Reader)

Chapter 1 - Negotiations || Chapter 2 - Suga the Setter || Chapter 3 - The Way of the Aces

4. 🎀 The Morning Sun - Oneshot (Fluff | Gn! Reader)

5. The Beast Within: Oneshot (Angst and fluff | Fem Reader)

6. 🎀You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Drabble | Asahi x Fem reader | Also Kenma x Fem reader)

Asahi Headcanons/Scenarios:

How the Karasuno boys sleep on cold nights ( Hcs | Wholesome & crack | Gn! Reader)

🎀Azumane Asahi in "I'm Yours" (Lyric drabble | Gn! Reader)

🎀 Hugging Asahi is like... (Drabble | Gn! Reader)

How Asahi would act when you just start going out (Hcs | Gn! Reader)

Asahi Azumane as your Boyfriend (Hcs | Gn! Reader)

🎀 Car Rides with Asahi (Hcs | Gn! Reader)

How Asahi would express love to his S/O through food (Hcs | Gn! Reader)

How Asahi would react to Compliments  (Hcs)

Asahi introduces his friends to his new dog (Scenario)

Why I think Asahi acts like the weight of the world is on his shoulders (Heavy | Angst)

Analysis of Asahi as a Character/Canon Asahi Supremacy

🎀 Asahi is one of the most thoughtful characters ever

Asahi has the Mom Friend Override

Asahi getting nervous for Yamaguchi

Asahi deserves to be given more compliments

🎀 Asahi according to everyone v/s Asahi IRL

Asahi wishing for an old dog

Miscellaneous Asahi content:

🎀 Asahi being a wholeass MOOD || Part 2

🎀If Asahi wore glasses in highscool

Unfair treatment😤

Proof that Asahi is the hottest character

High School Asahi with his hair down

🎀 Asahi making the 🥺 face

A funny Exchange on Reddit

Asahi cannot scare people, he IS a scared people

This hilarious official art ft. Asahi and Natsu

[kkusuka]

There’s some underrated asf Haikyuu men that deserve some love! Let’s bless Aone, Sachiro, Akagi, Lev, and Numai with a thicc gf 💕

<3

Aone Takanobu<3

He really is your silent admirer.

And you silent protector.

He knew you were attractive, he wouldn’t tell you, but he knew

He also knew that you got a lot of attention for it

And honestly, at first, he thought that if he made you wear modest clothing, it all would go away, but he wasn’t that kind of guy and he had no right to do that (we love a king)

So instead, he made sure that he was close to you as much as possible

No words, but a hand on your waist, maybe starring some people down whilst you hug him- just out of your sight

Now, this man is like the perfect boyfriend

One of his favorite activities is when all of your packages arrive from online shops  and you get to try on all the clothes

He likes to just sit and watch you try all of them on

Then he can go find clothes that match yours- he’s big on looking all cute like a couple, who knew?

But that doesn’t mean he thinks everything you wear is cute.

Like jean shorts- it’s just too much for him to handle

It doesn’t even matter if they are down to your knees, every pair of jean shorts just fits you almost too well

It’s the same thing with- specifically- yoga leggings

They just accent you in the best ways, you can tell because he can’t meet your eyes

Too busy looking at your ass.

Sachiro Hirugami<3

You definitely met after hoshiumi started to harass you about your height or another random thing about you that he just had to pick a fight over

It was super embarrassing to pull him away because this time you weren't some self-centered volleyball jerk

But at least he left a lasting impression

I mean the second time you met was you falling into him on the second floor strains and landing on his face

He was barely competent enough to hear your “you’re Korai’s friend right?” it was something and so worth that fact you were straddling his waist

Thighs- around his waist, hands on his chest. Was definitely, most definitely NOT looking up your skirt, that would be bad

And that second on, the flood gates opened

He noticed everything about you

How your thighs squished whenever you sat down, and the even better, your skirt scrunching at your waist

If he were any more confident he would ask if you could crush his skull between your thighs

But really he likes grabbing your waist

You’re just waiting by your locker; he’s there, hands-on hip smiling over your shoulder

Telling him about your day; he’s got you pressed against him to make sure he can feel all of you, boobs to chest, thighs to thighs

Akagi Minchinari<3

Your poor soul was subject to Atsumu’s horrid flirting

No one should have to sit there, at a party no less, and listen to the blond’s dumb jokes and lame pick-up lines

It’s not like he didn't see what atsumu saw

Thick thighs clad in jean-shorts and the nicest pair of tits ever in a cute tank-top

It was even better that you excused yourself to dance and came directly towards him

A whole night of dancing and he was whipped

In fact, your first date outfit sticks in his mind day and night

A midnight blue dress that swayed in the wind, even when there was no wind, just when you walked.

And those boots that wrapped up your leg like thigh highs, squeezing the plush of your leg perfectly

Really the only word for it was perfection

He really can't handle the shorts you wear under your skirt

He knows they aren't really meant to be seen but he can't help but catch glances when you walk up the stairs

Just a slice of ass out gets him running for days

Lev Haiba<3

He’s just a big horny idiot

And hearing Inuoka talk about ‘thick girl supremacy’ didn't help his case

And really, absolutely no one knows why you agreed to date Lev of all people. According to Kuroo there were so many other ‘better options’ on the team and you chose him??

He doesn't even know what to do with you

Like he wants to touch you and cuddle all the time but really doesn't know where to start

Though he doesn't really need to, you do it enough yourself

Like when he was having a bad practice, didn’t block a single ball all day. He didn't even need to say anything. You just took his face and shoved it between your boobs

It is absolute heaven

Or when they lost practice games and you got a movie night ready and he didn't let you go until the next morning

It’s gotten so bad that he fakes having bad days just to cuddle, and he knows you know about it too

And hopefully, you won't stop anytime soon

Numai Kazuma<3

An extremely enthusiastic boyfriend

And extremely passionate about the way you look

Literally lets you wear anything you want, and will hype it up no matter what

The neon yellow body-con dress? Absolutely will bark at anyone who looks at you sideways.

That mother fucking lack pants suit will be engraved in his memory until the day he dies and he loves it

But if he had a choice, you would only wear things that show off your ass

Pretty and round, just absolute perfection\

And it wouldn’t only be for his benefit!

He wants every sad loser out there to see what he’s getting every night, nothing better than watching guys pant over you only to see him palm your ass like he owns it

And god bless any soul who talks bad about the way you look

Who cares if you aren't petite and cute??

In fact, if he dares to say it, thick girls are what keep the world going round

He can and will name every advantage of having you as a girlfriend, from great cuddles to motorboating your tits almost every night

It really is true perfection.

tags: @diamond-3 @rinsangel @senapioq @angelalje @monisi @crystal-lilac @sadpotato10

[mammothhammoth]

| Haikyuu Chubby Chaser Headcanons

[chubby gender neutral reader, fluff, slight angst(if you squint rrreeeeeeeaallly hard) ]

Ushijima

He mostly prefers heavier people because of his giant stature

He doesn’t want to crush anybody

Loves laying on your tummy after a long day while you play with his hair

His brain stops when you wrap your plump legs around him

Unintentionally will place a hand on your thighs or ass

Doesn’t mean anything sexual about it it’s just a reflex I guess

Bokuto

Being a confirmed chubby chaser is an absolute f#cking win for the chunky peoples

He just loves your plump thighs and hips

Resting his head on them is on his mind 25/7

Hugs you from behind ALL THE TIME

Anytime you two go anywhere he always has his hand squeezing your hip

Whenever he’s in one of his depressed moods all you gotta do is wrap your arms around his neck and smoosh your face against his, feeling your soft form instantly cheers him up

UKAI

This man is a born chubby lover

He absolutely loves your ass

Anytime he has access he has his hands on it groping it, holding it, rubbing it, smacking it

After a stressful day coaching his only goal is to come home to you in a pair of underwear and a shirt (preferably his) and rest his head on your voluptuous bum

Speaking of, he LOVES seeing you in his shirts/coats etc. especially if they’re a little tight on you

Will 100% convince you to work at his store just so he can see a work apron wrapped around your figure

Aone

Similar to Ushijima his fear of shattering you is lowered

Absolutely loves just how soft you are

Everyone thinks he’s this big scary guy but he’s literally a huge ass softie

Loves feeding you

Like SERIOUSLY, he would hand feed you everything all the time if he could, no need for you to ever pick up silverware ever again

Also lowkey likes cooking with you, although hardly anything makes it to the oven without half the batter being gone

Kyotani

This might sound weird but he loves your back

Like it’s just so soft and warm

He’s also secretly really freaking good at massages and enjoys giving them

So after a long day if he has any pent up rage he’s definitely taking it out on the knots in your spine

The real reason he likes giving them is because the pleased sounds you makes let’s him know he isn’t as harsh and mean as everyone says he is and he can be gentle when needed

Is ALWAYS the big spoon and burrows his face into the nape of your neck

Sugawara

Loves holding your fluffy fingers

Eats sweets with you all the time

Also loves cooking with you

Steals your clothes cause they smell like you and he likes how soft they are

Loves your thighs like absolutely adores them

He also enjoys your chest too, don’t matter if it’s big or small he loves ~carefully~ laying his head on it and running his hand up and down your thigh while snuggling

[sunatooru]

I'm so so sorry to bother you, but I'd like to request a emergency set of headcanons, if you still do those and feel comfortable with it?

I was stood up by a group of new "friends" and since I was always the kind of person who was asked to hang out as a joke or got canceled on last minute... I'm... Not good right now. I just feel like people love to ignore me, talk over me, forget about me etc... May it be on purpose or not.

How would Aone and Asahi (I hope they are OK as a character choice? I just need a tall shoulder to cry on TvT) react to their bf/maybe even crush saying "I just want to know what it feels like to be somebody's first choice - just once."

Thank you for your time and effort with your writing! I adore your blog! Have a good day <3

Hiii I hate that you went through that but I hope this helps and thank you so much! xx

~

Warnings: mentions feeling like a second choice/not a choice

~

Aone

*He noticed your frown the minute he saw you, making his way carefully to sit near you

*he gives a concerned smile, eyes soft as he rubs your shoulders

*"Hello sweetheart, is something wrong?"

*he listens carefully as you speak, your head now resting on his broad shoulder as he caresses your hand

*"Thank you for sharing with me. I don't know why they would do things like that and hurt you but I want you to know that you are never a second choice. You might feel like you are but to me, you're my first choice for everything. The first person I want to share my day with. Only person I want to start my day with. You are amazing and I hope I can show you that."

*he kisses your forehead and presses his forehead to yours

Asahi

*You two are still early into the relationship, still exploring each other's likes and all

*he notices your mood has been low recently and decides to take you out for a picnic and finds a time to ask you how you are

*he gives the tightest hug after you tell him, caressing the back of your head

*"I'm sorry you feel like that. I wish you knew how important you are. You are so precious and those people are not seeing the amazing person you are. It's their loss. You are more than an option and I hope I make you realise that."

*He spends the rest of the picnic trying to make you laugh and enjoy your time together

~

Tip me if you want :)

[kythed]

haikyuu!! + thanksgiving

the hq men as your boyfriend when you bring them home at thanksgiving for the first time

because thanksgiving is in a couple weeks! ik not all of us celebrate it but just pretend LOL

karasuno

sugawara koushi: marches into your kitchen wearing a little red apron and brandishing a spatula. the only thing he can really do is open the cranberry sauce and plate it, but he certainly looks very cute while doing so.

azumane asahi: eats two bowls of vanilla ice cream for dessert. is also violently lactose intolerant. you do the math.

nishinoya yuu: sprays this God-awful fruity cologne all over himself and walks into the house smelling like princess peach’s asshole. you force him to sit outside until it wears off. (spoiler alert: it doesn’t.)

hinata shouyo: frantically rakes up all the leaves in your yard into a huge pile and rolls around in it. later finds out he is in fact allergic to leaves and uses up an entire bottle of cortisone cream trying to soothe his hives. your relatives all think he has chicken pox and interact with him minimally.

kageyama tobio: comes early to help with the cooking— your mom makes him stuff the turkey and he nearly cries when he has to stick his hand in.

sawamura daichi: gets to talking with your dad and you almost have a heart attack when you see them on the couch in identical slouched positions with beers in hand-- they’re practically twins. starts calling you “pumpkin” and “peanut” after the encounter.

tanaka ryunosuke: gives a loud, tipsy toast to “the pilgrims and their funky little hats” after a couple drinks.

yamaguchi tadashi: ran a turkey trot 5k earlier in the morning with you. his entire body is sore— he can’t even sit down without tearing up so he lies face down on your living room carpet for most of the night.

tsukishima kei: literally disappears an hour into dinner and doesn’t pick up his phone. the next day you find out he left to get takeout down the street instead and just never came back.

nekoma

kozume kenma: ends up quietly sitting at the kids’ table for some unknown reason?? it’s chill though; he teaches them how to make handprint turkeys.

haiba lev: also tries to sit at the kids’ table, but they’re understandably terrified of his gigantic 6’4” self and run away when he approaches. it really hurts his feelings and he spends the rest of the night sulking.

kuroo tetsurou: announces he unironically voted for kanye and subsequently gets into a vicious political argument with your drunk uncle. 20 minutes later they’re singing a tearful rendition of “danny boy” with their arms around each other’s shoulders.

morisuke yaku: rants about how much he hates british people.

inuoka sou: pretends to be british.

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi: walks in with the stage presence of a greek god, gives your mom a huge bouquet of peonies, and thanks her for allowing him to come to dinner. she nearly faints.

tendou satori: wears a bow tie and a monocle. your mom introduces him to the family as your gay best friend— it’s not a great night for him.

semi eita: compliments your grandma’s hair cut. two hours later she’s sitting next to him with an album in hand, showing him all your embarrassing baby pictures. yes, including the naked ones.

tsutomu goshiki: drinks three hard ciders without realizing they’re alcoholic and ends up very giggly and very touchy-- and not just to you. you take him home early.

shirabu kenjirou: shows up two hours late, pretends he’s been there the entire time, and acts offended when your relatives don’t remember him.

aoba johsai

oikawa tooru: charms every single woman at the party in true oikawa fashion. at the end of the night your newly divorced aunt slips him a piece of paper with her number on it. he reassures you he isn’t going to call her-- but he also doesn’t throw it away.

iwaizumi hajime: your brother-in-law challenges him to an arm wrestling contest. iwa crushes him five times in a row without batting an eye and gives him a very respectful thumbs up afterwards.

hanamaki takahiro: makes friends with that weird third cousin who no one really knows but just kinda shows up. you see them making a secret handshake.

matsukawa issei: everyone actually loves him, but for some reason they all think he’s an accountant. has he been telling them he’s an accountant??

kunimi akira: literally just pets the cat the whole night. ignores anyone who tries to talk to him unless they’re feline.

inarizaki

miya atsumu: he ends up gossiping with all your chatty aunties. when it’s time to go home he knows about fifty years of family secrets and enough blackmail material to last him a lifetime. scared? you should be.

miya osamu: truly God’s gift to thanksgiving, everything suga wishes he could be. owns a “kiss the cook” apron (that he bought for himself) and makes five types of boujee hors d'oeuvres. every single relative at the dinner tells you to marry him.

kita shinsuke: helps you mash the potatoes. you try to not ogle his biceps while he does so, but it’s very, very difficult. wipe that drool from the corner of your mouth-- it’s embarrassing.

suna rintarou: arrives wearing all black designer clothing, a luxury watch, and a haughty expression-- the perfect trophy boyfriend. your cousin says she thinks she saw him on a calvin klein ad last week. he tells her it was actually louis vuitton.

fukurodani

akaashi keiji: handwrites all the name cards in beautiful calligraphy the day before and brings a big bundle of dahlias and baby’s breath for floral centerpieces-- you’re pretty sure your mom would rather have him as a daughter instead.

bokuto koutarou: gets involved in the thanksgiving football game with your male cousins. he scores 75% of his team’s points and by the end of it they’re chanting his name and carrying him around the field; you have to deal with god-complex bokuto for the next week and a half.

konoha akinori: your dog will not stop humping his leg. he tries to stop it but there’s really no dignified way to do that, so he just suffers in silence.

date tech

futakuchi kenji: pulls you into the cleaning supply closet while everyone else is going for seconds. your little cousin comes in looking for paper towels and catches the two of you in a compromising position-- oh, well. it’s about time someone gave that kid the talk, anyways.

koganegawa kanji: accidentally clogs the toilet and has a near panic attack trying to unclog it before it overflows.

aone takanobu: surprisingly good at chess and plays several games with your great uncle while he talks about the war

other

terushima yuuji: after dessert he proudly ties a cherry stem in a knot with his tongue, hoping it’ll impress the table. it does not.

sakusa kiyoomi: doesn’t show up. i’m sorry, but let’s be real-- did you ever really expect him to?

[rintarhue]

TALES OF LOVE ❥ PROLOGUE

✎ MASTERLIST | NEXT

✎ summary: The year 2022 started great for Y/N L/N; an author with over six bestselling books all over the world. Her series, “Tales of Love,” has received an overwhelmingly huge amount of praise from fans and even critics. Despite all of her current achievements, she can’t help but feel like she’s lying to everyone—as she never really experienced the concept of love firsthand. Life circles back at her when she suddenly wakes up in all of her written books; learning what love truly is one by one.

✎ note: i love futakuchi and aone sm OMFG. like writing for them makes me so happy BRAH... also, id really love to hear what u guys think so far!! >__< also this is unedited plz dont fry me alive (cries)

Love is different for everyone. 

At the same time, everyone differs in the love they either give or receive.

Like a coin, there will always be two sides to love. Contrasting yet complementing. Easy yet difficult. Beautiful yet ugly. Each person defines it differently; through their experiences, they write their own meaning into it. You grew up starry-eyed at the phenomenon of love, your heart instantly warming up at the majestic feeling. But as the years pass by, you got to see the dirtied side of the coin.

“No one should ever have control of your feelings but you.” That’s how it has always been your belief. Those biting words from your parents have been ingrained in your head for the longest time now. They’ve exposed you to the reality of life. That despite loving a person, they can deceive and hurt you. Most people only hold a mask in front of you, just to tear it all off - tear all the trust you’ve built upon them.

For many, beliefs that are hard to erase and write over are mostly conventional - leaning towards ideas that are generally accepted by society, despite it being completely exclusive, well, more so offensive. And that pretty much explains why the mentality of many people remains the same because their simple-minded beliefs continue to colonize their minds. 

But it was different from your belief.

There was nothing wrong with putting yourself first. There was nothing wrong with protecting your feelings. There was nothing wrong with saving your love for someone who deserves it.

Because quite frankly, why should you let someone control your feelings as if they own them? Why would you allow someone to take your heart with their bare hands then crush it with no remorse? Why continue to suffer from the bitter aftertaste of pain when you could stir away from it?

You hold the pen to your story—you hold your heart in your own hands. No one should control it but you. They may influence you, but they should never take it in their hands and force their own ink to bleed in your story.

In the past few years, you’ve been writing different perspectives of love through the lens of how you simply understand it. As each book got published, the amount of fame you got doubled. The “Tales of Love” series was your sole getaway; because you believed that if you can’t find the perfect person for you, then you’ll write your way to find them. 

Well, that was the plan… but ever since the series received an overwhelmingly huge amount of praise from fans and even critics worldwide, you couldn’t help but let the pressure play its way with you - thus, the only escape you had from the cruel world slowly diminished. The downside of fame pushing your face flat on the ground, now realizing how disgustingly terrifying the industry is.

(At least the number of sales isn’t disappointing, you compromised with yourself. Kidding, but not really.)

Despite all your “reflections” and “realizations,” you can’t help but feel like a pathetic liar desperately holding a mask to hide the truth; that you never experienced the concept of love firsthand—that you don’t know what romantic love truly feels like. Like, sure, you’ve gotten in a few flings in the past, but it wasn’t like it was anything remotely serious. It wasn’t as if you could see yourself growing old with them and spend whatever “forever” means.

But it also didn’t mean that you didn’t have some fun of your own, you did enjoy yourself in more ways than one.

“Goddamn,” Futakuchi swears as he flips through the pages of your book, “Honeymoon Blues.” The first book to your series and the one that kickstarted your whole career. His eyes skim through the written text before clamping a hand on his thigh, leaning forward as he clutches your book with his other hand. He puts it down, looking at you, “How the fuck did you write this? The porn—the porn’s really good? The fuck?!”

“Why thank you, Kenji. It wouldn’t be that good if it weren’t for you,” You joke cheekily. Futakuchi simply rolls his eyes, flipping you off, before going back to immerse himself into reading. “No seriously, why wouldn’t the smut be good when I grew up—practically—bathing in fanfiction?”

“Those weird fuckin’ One Direction fanfictions from like, what, 10 years ago?” Futakuchi retorts, snorting.

“Shut the fuck up! It was part of the learning process.”

Aone lets out a soft chuckle from beside you, as he stacks the newly delivered books of your “Tales of Love” series on your table. He offers you the same book as what Futakuchi had his eyes glued on and you took it from him gratefully. The three of you were currently at one of your offices, signing and organizing the new limited “Valentine’s Day” edition of your series. You made two of your closest friends to help you out while you sore your hands through the piles of printed books you needed to sign. 

You didn’t know if Futakuchi reading your books can be considered as “help,” but you’ll take what you can get. Besides, Aone would probably shoot him a deadpanned look that would automatically push him to help. Or you’ll let out loud sighs to guilt-trip him into working. Yeah, the latter sounds like a better option.

Before you could execute your plan, Aone turns to face Futakuchi with an impassive look on his face. Just as expected. His voice drawls out his words, “Are you not gonna help?”

“I can but I don’t want to,” The brunette answers. He continues to sit on the pink cushion of your office, placing the book down. He stretches his arms dramatically, turning to face the mildly irritated expressions plastered on both you and Aone’s faces. “I’m fucking around! Chill out, chill out!”

“Keep fucking around and I’ll fuck you,” Futakuchi’s eyes brighten mischievously at your words. You finish signing yet another book, before slamming it on the table—loud, the sound echoing through the room. “I wasn’t finished. Keep fucking around and I’ll fuck your life up.”

Aone hands you another book, laughing at the expression the brunette held. Futakuchi pouts before standing up, his own book copy in hand, his legs dragging himself out of your office. You and your light-colored hair friend share a laugh, shaking your heads at the childish antics the brunette would pull.

“He’s probably going to bring more than three boxes,” Aone comments, while you nod in agreement. You laugh, adding, “Or maybe he comes back, and then something magically shakes up our universe.” The two of you continue to laugh, oblivious to the weight of your words.

A few minutes later, Futakuchi goes back bringing four boxes filled with your books. Before you and Aone could greet him, he dashed back outside to bring five more boxes. Aone secretly extends his fist and you fistbump him back. The prediction was right.

“Are we good now?” Futakuchi raises an eyebrow, arms crossed together.

“Mhm, good enough,” you tease him. You stand up, walking towards him, ushering him to bend his body down. He complies, but before he could ask why, you hold his shoulders and guide your knees with his to tug him in a kneeling position. He lets out a yelp, as you both hear Aone’s soft laughter in the background. “Yeah, don’t be a bitch, okay?”

He rolled his eyes, “I was kidding—”

“Or I’ll make you my bitch,” you snicker, before removing yourself away from his body. Futakuchi’s cheeks burn as he looks around the office, avoiding your eyes. He mutters a flustered “shut up,” still posed at where you left him. Aone remains seated by the table where you were earlier, organizing the ones you’ve already signed.

You stretch your arms before you check the time at your watch, 2:27 PM. “I’ll go out for a few minutes or so. You guys take charge in the meantime, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Futakuchi gives you a thumbs-up, now standing up. He straightens his ruffled clothes and then proceeds to give you a look that you could interpret as ‘you’ll-pay-for-this-once-you-get-back.’ You shake your head amused, while he crosses his arms. 

“Be safe, Y/N.” Aone simply nods, before waving you goodbye.

“Stay safe, mommy!” A shit-eating grin plasters itself comfortably on Futakuchi’s face, you stick a tongue out at him. 

Twisting the doorknob, you bid them one more goodbye until you hear the soft click of the door at your back. The building was unusually quiet today, you were unsure if you preferred the loud ruckus or the still tranquilness today held. You pushed the other thoughts that threatened to occupy your head and then continued to walk around. 

As you walked, you noticed how the place seemed spacious—lighter, in some way—that it didn’t feel as suffocating as how you’re used to. Maybe it’s because there are fewer people than usual, you muse, but why? 

When you finally reached the elevator on your floor, you pumped your hands in victory when you saw that there was no line. You were still curious as to why the building was so quiet and peaceful today. Shrugging, you push the “down” button and wait for the doors to open. But it took more than the time allotted.

There wasn’t anyone using the elevator so why wouldn’t it open right away? Is it malfunctioning? Before you could take your phone from your jean’s pocket, a piece of paper lands on your feet almost perfectly—as if it were planned to do so. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before crouching down to pick up the folded paper.

“TALES OF LOVE —

Love is bestowed in the hands 

Of anyone who deserves it.

Each type is not easy to understand;

And so, it can be both a curse and a gift.

Uncertainty paints the future,

But the one who holds the brush is—you.

Options can change within the chapters.

Remember: don't waste the hues.

Well-constructed characters come flaws,

Beautifully written words come to the ugly truth.

The weight these words hold cause the seesaw

To shift to the unforeseen youth.

The escape to reality,

Is here between your fingertips.

To earn clarity,

Means to find the eclipse.

Utter one of these words;

Eros, Philia, Storge, Ludus, Pragma, and Agape.

And you'll be there.”

You mutter softly, as you finished reading. You stand quietly with the folded paper clutched in your right hand. What the fuck did they mean by escape to reality? Why did it have the same title as your book series? Was it written by a fan? And why was it so well written?

Before your thoughts could swallow you up, the doors to the elevator open. You enter, bringing a hand to rub at your forehead whilst closing your eyes. The elevator moved smoothly and you felt as if you were floating on a clear sea. You take a deep breath before the doors opened once more.

And when you came out, the scenery that greeted you was different from where you originally came from.

You weren’t in the same building anymore.

“Look who decided to show up,” Sakusa eyes you up and down. Your eyes widen, looking around to see yourself in a well-kept office with two clients you remember writing down in your book. You turn around to find the elevator you came from, but it—somehow, magically—disappeared. At your shock, you couldn’t think of a coherent reply, instead, you stood idly in front of the three characters you’ve written down in “Honeymoon Blues.”

How were you in the same timeline as your first story?

“Anyway, I was just talking to Mr. Tanaka and Ms. Shimizu about their wedding plans. Did you bring the USB and booklets?” 

What the fuck.

— teehees cutely JHSBBHDHWEJJEFBHNWNWKE 

— im so excited to write chap 1 BRAHHHHHH SAKUSA ..... something about him makes my heart beat 1000x faster like . i cant explain it this mfer just does

— anw i love U all!!! hope u guys liked this chap </3 this will be a long ass ride i hope yall are ready (cracks knuckles)