#and rin is maybe pissed. but you know he can’t be pissed for long. and he apologizes for putting haru on a pedestal

[reikunrei]

sleepy bc I accidentally stayed up late monologuing to myself about how free! really should have ended for the nth time 🥴

[hinatastinygiant]

51 | Essex

Pairing: Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader

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Later that night, after you’ve reconvened with the rest of the group, you sit down just before the Ferris Wheel. Your stomach rumbles as you watch a few of the others grabbing food from somewhere you haven’t noticed yet. Lucky for you, Kakucho approaches you with some food without you even needing to lift a finger.

“Hey, are you hungry?” he asks as he sits beside you.

“Starving,” you reply honestly.

“When was the last time you ate?” he asks as he hands you a plate of chickpeas and rice.

You think back to the morning before you talked to Hanma about leaving. “Breakfast,” you then respond.

The two of you then devour your meals before you share another word.

“God, that was amazing,” you hum as you press your hands into the grass behind you. “Did you make that?”

“No, actually Taiju did,” he grins.

“You mean that huge guy with the muscles and the vein popping out of his head constantly? He knows how to cook?” you think aloud.

“Yeah, I think they’d surprise you,” he nods.

“Not that I’ll ever get the chance to know them. I’m pretty sure you’re the only one here who actually likes me. I can’t ever say what Sanzu is thinking,” you grin at Kakucho.

“Why do they dislike you?” he hums as though he’s put some serious thought into wondering why.

“Oh, I guess I just keep getting in their way of killing me,” you smile as you nudge him in the arm. “But I guess that just means I’m smarter.”

“Can’t say I don’t agree,” he smiles back.

“What’re their numbers by the way?” you then ask. “One of them has to have over a hundred after all.”

“Where should I start…” he hums as he looks out at the group not so far off from the two of you. He’ll have to keep his voice down to avoid suspicion. “I suppose you’ve seen Sanzu’s.”

“No,” you shake your head. Maybe that’s why he had you blindfolded before. “He, uh, didn’t let me get a chance to look. Is it over a hundred?”

“Hmph,” he scoffs. “It’s technically closer to two hundred. He’s got one hundred fifty-four.”

“Shit,” you whisper as you watch him laugh and down a bottle of saki. “Who’s got the most?”

“Well, from what I can recall, Taiju has one hundred forty-seven, Izana’s got one hundred sixty-two, and South’s got one hundred eighty-one.”

“Fuck! Are you serious? South’s got the highest count out of all of ‘em?” you whisper while watching the vein bulge out of South’s head from thirty feet away. What the hell could he possibly be pissed off about now? Someone disrespect his meal?

“That leaves the Haitani brothers. Ran’s got more. One hundred forty. Rin has about nine less,” he explains. “But they’re relatively new. That’s pretty much the only reason why their numbers are low.”

“Low?” you scoff. “Jesus, what is yours then?”

When Kakucho doesn’t answer, you look down at his arm and gently reach for it. You allow your hand to intertwine with his as you gently flip it over. The number 152 reveals itself in bold.

Kakucho looks at you almost nervously while watching your reaction. However, you don’t really know what to say.

“What’s yours?” he gulps dryly.

With your fingers still interlocked with his, you rotate your wrist so he can see the thirty-five inked onto your skin.

“Jesus, Y/N,” he shakes his head as he slaps his free hand over your wrist. “Why the fuck did you come here? You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“Nobody knows!” you insist. “Well, I don’t think Rin and Ran know. Sanzu probably does though…”

“Lucky for you, I’m pretty sure Sanzu would take your side over theirs. As for Izana, he and I have a bit of a history so I could swing him to side with us,” he whispers softly as he lets go of your arm.

“What are you suggesting?” you hum curiously as you notice him start to get uncomfortable.

“I’m just saying if something happens, you’d have a few people on your side. And I know Taiju and South look like monsters but they’ll go with the majority,” he then nods.

“So as long as I’ve got Sanzu on my side…” you think aloud.

“Then you’re gold,” he finishes.

This is perfect, you think. If you can get the majority of them on your side, you really could take Kisaki down!

“Then don’t mind me,” you hum as you watch Sanzu sitting in a nearby lawn chair and sipping saki, “but I’m going to make sure I’ve got nothing less than gold on my side.”

You smirk to yourself as you stand up and walk over to Sanzu. “Hey,” you say sweetly as you sit down on his lap and swing your legs over one of the arms of the lawn chair.

“Hey, baby,” he grins before kissing you. You can feel heat take over your body when he does. You don’t know how he does it, but he makes you crazy for him when he’s nearby. “What’s goin’ on?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to go out hunting a bit before bed,” you whisper hotly in his ear. “It’d give us another chance to be alone together, too.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he smirks. “Grab what you need and meet me near the entrance in ten. I’ll get you a gun too, don’t worry.”

“Okay,” you smile, kissing him once more before walking off. You can see Kakucho in the same spot as before, shaking his head at you as he watches you walk away.

Less than an hour later, you and Sanzu have got a group of exactly ten people trapped inside of a small cinema. All of them are sitting ducks while you approach them with the gun Sanzu gave you. You did make sure to bring your knife, too, not that you need it. It’s like a cakewalk while finishing them all off.

By the end of the event, your measly thirty-five increases by ten. And Sanzu’s does, too. He even shows you the 164 proudly on his wrist before kissing you roughly.

You can feel yourself stumble over the warm bodies on the ground while Sanzu leads you to the back of the cinema. Yet somehow, he both guides you through without falling and slides his tongue against yours until you drop your guard completely.

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

Ok TLs!! So there wasn’t that much new info in Yuki or otoyas profiles so I just wrote down the new info but lmk if you want more LOL Also picked out the most interesting Top 3s I think most have been cycled around already

Also the clarification on the psychic power one that I feel gets lost in translation it’s specifically in reference to supernatural stuff LOL kinda like “top 3 people who would be able to see ghosts” which is why Rin makes that comment about liking horror LMAO

Wait another note THEY REVEALED CHIGIRIS SISTER they didn’t give her a name which I’m lowk pissed about but she’s 21 (4ish years older than chigiri I think if I’m doing the month calculation right)! Bday 10/25

- Karasu anon

Yuki Profile:

Q: What would you be doing if you’d never discovered soccer?

A: That’s impossible. God would always lead me back to finding soccer.

Q: If you could only bring one thing to a deserted island, what would you choose?

A: My glasses, since I can’t see anything without them!

Q: Favorite historical figure?

A: Minamoto no Yoshitsune. He was a fighter who lived through both glory and tragedy.

Q: If you had the option, would you choose to go to the future or the past?

A: The future. I want to see what cures we’ve found for different illnesses.

Day before the U-20 match:

I chatted a bit with Nagi about things like what we like and how we won our way up here. It seems like Isagi’s presence is pretty influential to Nagi. It’s got nothing to do with me, but having a rival like that seems kinda nice.

Otoya Profile:

Q: What would you be doing if you’d never discovered soccer?

A: I’d make chill (lofi) music. I wanna be someone who makes that kinda stuff.

Q: If you could only bring one thing to a deserted island, what would you choose?

A: Nothing. I’ll figure something out and go with the flow. Deserted island wahoo—

Q: Favorite historical figure?

A: Steve Jobs. He made the iPhone, which is pretty priceless.

Q: If you had the option, would you choose to go to the future or the past?

A: The future. I wanna know the fashion and music of the future. Then I’ll get along with the girls of the future. Ah, I wonder if Ninja talk/terms are still cool in the future.

Day before the U-20 match:

I reached out the girls I knew for the first time in a while. But basically no one replied. Seems it’s really true that if you’re a bad texter girls will dislike you. Welp, onto the next! Wahoo ♪

Top/Worst 3:

Longest eyelashes

Top: chigiri, Rin, Sae

- Otoyas comment: I’ve seen Chigiri’s lashes up close. They’re so long you could balance a pocky stick on them. Fr fr (big lie)

Worst: Otoya Gagamaru igaguri

- Chigiri’s comment: I’ve seen Otoya’s lashes up close, but his monolids are so prominent that you’d think he got them waxed

Biggest Foodie

Top: Aiku Reo Yukimiya

- Nious comment: He (Aiku) knows a lot of good places to eat! Maybe it’s because he takes girls out a lot to eat there, it’s great!

Worst: Nagi Gagamaru Zantetsu

- Reos comment: I know it all too well. Nagi’s fridge is filled with just jellies. What a weirdo.

Who’d have been the most active in the Sengoku Period?

Top: Karasu Sae Barou

- Hioris comment: He (Karasu) gives off the vibes of a wise general. It’d be really reassuring if you’re his ally, but the worst if you’re his enemy.

Worst: Sendou Bachira Raichi

- Shidous comment: Hes the type to be the first one to enter battle and the first one to die ♪

ahhh yeah that’s what i was assuming for the psychic powers just based on the notes about it!! it’s still funny to me either way LMAOAOA can you imagine karasu x reader ghost hunters au or smth 😭 also WTF WHY WOULDN’T THEY GIVE HER A NAME UGHHH at least we have a canon age and whatnot 😒 i lowkey think i guessed it too #slay

YUKIMIYA IS SO CUTE UGH and please otoya kills me every time 😭 bro fr decided to hit up the roster the day before the match JFKDDND UNREAL

OTOYA WITH 0 EYELASHES??? WHATTTT that actually cracks me up omg chigiri let him get up 😭 i wonder if his eyelashes are white or green?? also yukimiya as a foodie is adorable i bet he’d plan the best dates

OH MY GOD HOLLYHOCK IS REAL HELP HIORI SAID IT’S CANON THAT’S CRAZYYYYY 😭😭😭 they have to be stalking me atp because how’d you know i made karasu a general back in like JULY 😒😒😒😒 well technically he’s not a general yet but if you know history and who he’s based on it’s obvious he will be..and hollyhock is literally set in the sengoku period brooo that’s insane 😱 karasu really does give wise general vibes though i def see it ugh i love him

[gleefullypolin]

I agree, I need them all. Good and bad, I don't care I am much better off for them. I don't want the beats of their romantic stuff so much as I want the overall beats for preparing myself if you get my meaning. Seeing what happens in text gives me a peace of mind while watching something with context. My husband hates spoilers but he knows I love them so he only asks me for them if he thinks he's going to get pissed off, ha.

My chaotic brain will both love and hate a huge cliffhanger. Love it because I've written fic for so long that it's just damned fun and hate it because I won't know what's coming and that's rude. I will be right along with you looking for spoilers. I will be ridiculous.

Oh I had dictionaries. Even a thesaurus, paperback style. I explained how a pager used to work to a teenager a few months ago and wanted to die inside the whole time.

Episode 4 is the second scene? You know, that makes a lot of sense actually even though I know most people aren't going to like it. If he has to watch Obi Wan with Penelope for episode 3 and he's already caught feelings by the end of 2, by 4 he's going to be a mess and a half. I heard that he just mopes and sits in a corner during the scene so if he's been pining and thinks all is lost and he can't even escape in a way that's worked for him in the past, he's going to have to do something about it.

With the LOWK of it all and she did not look thrilled during that dance with him in the trailer, adding in chaotic and unhinged Colin because of Kenebling (which is fair, I just see him not as an obstacle but more the physical manifestation of Colin's fear that he might have lost her to someone else in the book), I'm sure a lot is going to happen within that episode that gets us ready for the back half of the season and onto their happily ever after. That episode is going to be insane I'm sure.

Oh oh yes, I have been burned too many times. Let me be insane for one season then settle into just happily watching from then on. A perfect scenario for me really. Yeah, I've seen some nasty things and for people who have consistently accused others of such and such, I have yet to see the such and such, even in the replies on their nastier posts. If even the kindest posts asking for manners are met with vitriol from a ship's fans then maybe not everyone else is wrong about behaviors from certain fans.

My kingdom to hear a My Wife!

Just look at it as being paid to read fic. You've taken on the Man and gotten paid for leisure. And for years? Truly queen behavior right there.

I agree, I just need to know that A happens, then B, which leads them to X by the end of that episode. I don’t know to know how each scene plays out or how they say it, that is the beauty then of watching it play out. But at least I know that I will cringe at B, but I will cry with C and by the time I get to X all is right. Or perhaps I will hate X but by the time episode 3 comes it will be ok by F. Oh my word the way my brain works is terrifying. But my husband is the same as yours. He doesn’t want to know what is coming, he only wants to know if I’m going to be angry beforehand. And then he just laughs and says, oh dear.

I will hate needing to wait another month again, but another part of my brain hates me and will truly love all of it. Because I will sit and create angsty things and dream of scenarios in my head of lovely ways to fix it and isn’t that what fandom is all about anyway? Besides it gives me something to do other than sitting on twitter with my fingers cramping while I get angry over politics and the world. I prefer this to that any day! So, I’ll take the angst of romance, will they or won’t they, carriage rides, and waltz’s, longing looks, and trying to figure out how the story goes.

I think my brain works different as a watcher vs a writer. I think it goes to show writers CAN’T be trusted in some form. As a fic writer I am all about pain. I LOVE cliffhangers and putting my characters through the ringer. I mean I am also a happy ending writer so I trust that I will get my readers there eventually and not all television writers can do that for you. But I guess writers like a bit of a mess! Where is the fun in boy and girl meet, the end, right?

OH MY WORD you explained a pager! To someone from this day and age! That must have been terrifying. I work for a company that acquired a startup, and I have to say, we do not speak the same tech language. LMAO!

It does make sense! Because I’m sure a lot changes from 2 to 4. His brain has mushed from then in how he feels and his confusion has misted over from this BS “my friend Pen is not a woman” to “my whatever Pen is to me sure has plump lips and pert breasts” who is now dancing and giggling with Lord Kenobi all day long and now looking very troubled while speaking with him at that ball. I’m sure seeing her run out of the ball during whatever is happening (I’m assuming either a proposal or a price on LW head is happening)

And I’m sure before this ball is the brothel scene where Colin is all in his feels and not interested in anything else but what is playing in his head about Pen. So, he has gone to this ball with only her in his mind and maybe even realizes he loves her at this point so he’s realizing he’s lost her here. Then whatever happens she runs out and he goes after her, so I figure it has to be LW here because there has to be something that snaps for them both. And then the drama begins, because we pretty much end friends to lovers for part 1 and that is when enemies to lovers starts for part 2.

I literally don’t have the attention span for more than this season. I was gung ho for a couple years on Captain Swan and I burned out very hard, writing fics daily and spending hours until I had a literal melt down mentally. So my attention to the pretty will be here for this season and then I will need a head space break again I’m sure. It will be nice to then see them and be happy and not be stressed about the who, what, and where will be happening and just know they are happy. And hopefully the negative fans can crawl back into whatever negative hole they came from as they wish hell on the show they apparently only loved because of 2 people and will burn to the ground now without.

It is sad, when I was on phones, I would sneak a peek at a fic. When I got into leadership, I snuck off to write a few chapters. Once I hit management…I’ve been paid to write full fics. They love me. I have put in more hours than 40 in a week. So I’ve paid my dues, it’s mental health benefits to write on the side! Haha!

[chronic-claire-universe]

Rindou Haitani: Finally A Daddy!

Hello ! Well I saw that your requests are open so like yea uh! Can you write a scenario with rindou and pregnant reader's water breaking and it just chaos rindou panicking , sanzu throwing stupid jokes at the wrong time and Ran just trying to calm down both reader and rindou ? Well I mean on if its fine! Well that's it I guess .. have a great day / night . Take care !

Anon this is the cutest request I could receive, sorry if it took me a while but I’m very busy, hope you will enjoy it!

Characthers: Bonten Trio

Warnings: Cursing (A bit), Fluff, Tons Of Fluff, Pregnant Reader, Detailed Birth

It wasn’t supposed to be this early yet what a simple sunday evening relaxing with your husband, his brother and best friend turns out into something you didn’t expect. “What is it doll you seem uncomfortable today?” Rindou says while caressing your 8th month belly, a kick suddenly letting you wince in pain “Dumpling don’t give hell to your mother, she’s doing her best be patient we have another mo-'' but before anything you get up and run to the toilet and come back as nothing happened, “Y/N? What’s the rush? Are you ok, wanna drink tea maybe?” Ran suggests helping you sit on the kitchen table while he drinks a coffee, “Mmm please, today he doesn’t stop moving, guess I just have to be patient” you say before a groan leaves your mouth making Ran smile and giving you a cap of warm tea.

“Feeling better?” Rindou says nearing to you and giving your belly rubs he feels his son moving and kicking a lot, “He sure is active today” he comments before turning back to the couch where him and Sanzu started one of their usual matches at the playstation.

This is supposed to be a relaxing moment yet the feeling that something is off, you run again to the bathroom feeling the urge to pee and when you come back it’s your brother in law that notices that something is off, “Wanna talk y/n? You seem concerned today” he says while giving you a shoulder massage, “Thanks Ran, it’s just that since some hours this pain doesn’t stop, what if the baby…” you before shocking your head and smiling “It’s Braxton Hicks, we still have a month” you continue making Ran smile who gives you his apologetic look while patting your back, “That’s right y/n, the baby won’t come before the end of June an-” Sanzu says before seeing you sobbing and a wet patch forming on your dress and floor “Ehhhh did you piss yourself?” he says before laughing loudly and making Rindou snap from the couch “Maybe it wasn’t that early” you say before sobbing loudly and making your husband rush to you, who understands everything but can't move a finger “Rindou calm down, she’s ok we just have to bring her to the hospital and everything will be fine” Ran says taking his brother’s shoulders and trying to shake him, “Haitani you’re going to be a father and you freeze like an idiot in the middle of the kitchen!” Sanzu says making the situation even more uncomfortable, “SHUT UP!” Ran says to the pinkette before helping his brother move to take the baby bag and offering you a glass of water, “Y/N deep breath, Rin is going to stay with you I’ll drive don’t worry” he says while wiping your tears and helping you gulp the water.

“Ahhh fuck” you say while gripping your husband hand, it’s been hours since you came to the hospital and yet your baby doesn’t seem like he wants to come out, “I can’t I can’t!” you shout with a frown making both the older brother and the Bonten second in command giggle, “Shut the fuck up you two! RINDOU! Why do they have to stay here with us? I'd rather avoid letting them see this!” you say before another contraction hits you and tears start to stream from your eyes. Rindou is shocked he doesn’t know what to do but before anything he agrees, nodding to his brother and Sanzu as to suggest them to leave, this is an intimate moment, not even his brother or best friend should assist to, because this is your son, yours and Rindou, he is the one who should support you during this long journey, not someone else. “I’m here love, don’t worry Sayuri can’t wait to meet us, do your best I know you can do it”.

“He’s so tiny, and calm” Ran says with lucid eyes while rocking the sleeping infant, “I’m an uncle” he says before giving back to Rindou the little baby, who nods at his big brother statement, “We’re going to protect him” Sanzu adds caressing his cheek with a finger making you stupidly cry and watch with tired but happy eyes the soft scene displaying in front of you, “Finally a daddy between us!” you say before closing your eyes and letting the slumber gets you, “You’re lucky to have this mama” Rindou says before sitting beside you and putting his blonde son towards his chest feeling the warmth invades his heart.

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[hoetani]

|JEALOUSY JEALOUSY|

Warnings: Fluff, suggestive, JEALOUS RIN 😋 (17+ Blog)

Relationship: Rindou Haitani x fem!Reader

A/n: bit of a shitpost butttt

Rindou had promised to take you on a date of his own volition to make up for the late nights at the office - it wasn’t really a big deal, but it made his heart warm when he saw how happy you were. With everything booked, you were supposed to enjoy a nice dinner where he could show you off and smirk at the jealous fuckers who’s eyes lingered for too long. Unfortunately, at the last minute the plans changed and to his dismay, you insisted on joining him at the club.

And with the way you’re dressed up all pretty for him, he doesn’t want any handsy idiots thinking they’ll get lucky, but with the way you work your puppy eyes he can’t say no.

He wishes he said no.

After greeting everyone, his teeth grind when you hug them for a second too long, unable to miss the flirty smile you sent his way. He wants nothing more than to take you home, especially after witnessing the slow smirk that spreads across Sanzu’s face. The Bonten men can deny it all they please, their tough exteriors crack in your presence, they all harbour a soft spot for his wife.

“I’m going to the other room,” you whisper in your husbands ear, breath tickling his neck. Waving you off without any regard, he knows you’ll be safe on this floor with staff members dotted everywhere, in fact he’s relieved, maybe he’ll be able to focus now.

He should’ve known.

He watches through the two way mirror as you enter the room next door, a private party for the rich. His jaw clenches as you saunter to the dance floor, grabbing the first girl in your sight. The way you shift is sinful, every movement of your legs perfectly accentuating your sensual figure. One by one, the other men pause their conversations to watch, appraising you with their horrid eyes. He could’ve sworn one of them was drooling like a rabid dog, it pisses him off.

To Rindou’s distaste, not only could he admire the hypnotising sway of your hips, the remaining members of Bonten can also see your unparalleled beauty. His knuckles turn white, glancing down to see the paper in his hand crumpled beyond repair.

Following his train of thought, the pink-haired dumbass opens his mouth, “I-”

“Don’t even think about it,” Rindou growls. Aggressively, he stands, chucking the crumpled paper at Sanzu before marching out the door. The immature cheers of his comrades as he leaves the room has his mouth set into a scowl.

Too caught up in your fun, you almost jump when an arm snakes around you, but the recognisable scent and familiar calloused hands have you smirking, finally.

“What are you doing here?” You feign innocence, continuing to dance but this time with him. He accepts, hands tracing down your waist as he stakes his claim, unafraid to shoot glares at anyone still staring.

“Acting like you don’t know,” he whispers in your ear, “You’re in trouble.”

A shudder wracks through your spine deliciously as his hands find purchase on your moving hips, pulling you so close that there isn’t a hairs width between you. He can feel all of you, from the heart beating rapidly in your chest, to the warmth radiating from your skin.

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

He smirks, his sick, sadistic, love-sick smirk, before hauling you over his shoulder, hand resting on your ass as he leads you away from the club, back home where he intends to give you the attention you’re craving so badly.

“You’ll just have to see doll.”

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Strands of two

✎ Haitani Brothers x Reader

✎ Tags: fluff, headcanons, f! reader

: ̗̀➛ Manger’s/Author’s note: hair-styling headcanons, ‘cause why not? They have pretty hair and you do too! Le gooo~ hope you enjoy! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

*.✦ Ran Haitani

During fights, his grip strength on his baton is hella strong, the metal baton that he carries around now is actually custom made [Rin got it for his birthday!] ‘cause Rindou was just so sick and tired of him just snapping it after a few days of purchase

So you know he’s trying his living hardest to not let loose and rip your scalp off 

Once on autopilot, you better pray he hasn’t forgotten your locks of hair within his hands, you feel a sharp tug, better start screaming before it pierces you harder-

Overall he is quite gentle [he tries to be at least]

His go-to, braids [obviously-] and buns, messy or neat as shit

If you have shorter hair, he uses gel or hairspray to keep the loose strands in place, maybe a braid or two on the sides if its long enough to be tied

Knows a lot about hair products being one that takes care of his hair very religiously [he rather be caught dead then have a bad hair day]

Your little encyclopedia, from most brands to the most efficient way to blow dry hair, he knows it all

But don’t expect this man to dye or even hell trim your hair for you, unless you want to look like a puffy cotton ball, it’s best to leave the styling to him [tried it once, regretted fully, Rindou was laughing his ass off when he saw the monstrosity that was Ran’s hair the next day] 

“aH-”

“Too painfully? This part is a little tricky, you can handle it, right, princess?”

“.. make it quick-”

empty silence

“Can I ask you something.. ”

“Hm?”

“Why rule Roppongi when you have such talent like this?”

“... Hahahah~~”

“Power, the rush of adrenaline, the risk of it all.. it makes me feel like nothing before~”

“Are you worried for me, doll?”

“.. maybe a little...”

“I’m glad.. it’s been quite a while since anyone has said that before.. ”

“That’s why you’re so adorableee~~”

“sTOP- it-!”

*.✦ Rindou Haitani

Has the same problem as his brother, mans grip strength is like of ten men combined, but unlike his brother, he’s a bit of a kluz when it comes to controlling his strength, while Ran can maintain the pressure he puts out, Rindou struggles a little [being so used to snapping ribs and bones, it naturally flows within him]

Thank Heavens he can’t tie hair for the life of him, he mostly trims and cuts with dyeing on the side too [He bleached and dyed his own hair and Ran’s]

Through practice with his hair and maybe Ran’s too [he was slightly still pissed at Rin for chopping his hair off that one time] he is now a natural hairstylist [his current style was once a absolute failure of his that he managed to pull back the last second]

Has a good eye for colour from dyeing his hair [his hair has a rougher texture than of what Ran’s hair would feel like, smooth and glossy, mostly due to him bleaching and ruining his hair in the process]

Handling a blow dryer, scissors, a comb is like second nature to him, every movement is precise yet swift, he literally can trim perfect bangs within minutes

Despite him not being much for hair tying, he still can warp up simple messy buns and loose ponytails [and of course Ran teases him for it, ‘cause he’s the one that ties his hair the most often]

“Stop squirming, or I might just stab your ear off-”

“I wonder how you never became a stylist.. ”

“Like I would with a criminal record on my hands.. ”

“You could at least try to redeem yourself-”

“Like that would ever work.. ”

“Besides, Ran would drag me out of it, laughing at how sluggish I’ve become.. that fucking asswipe.. ”

“You ain’t wrong, but either way you choose, I’d still love you~”

“You really are cheesy, aren’t you-”

“eXCUSE ME??”

[kairakeiji]

atsumu was tired.

he was so sick of seeing you argue with his best friend. not only did your harsh words scare the shit out of him sometimes, but he wanted to see his two close friends get along for once. it's something he's wanted ever since you and suna met back in middle school, but it seemed as if everything was the complete opposite.

he was running out of options, methods to get the two of you to finally get along. it was maddening, having to make separate plans in fear of the two of you not getting along. sure his twin thought this was all comical, but atsumu truly didn't know how much more he could take. maybe that's why he found himself here barding the door to the gym closet with a volleyball cart and a random stick he found on the ground. atsumu swore he would never do this, most likely because he'd forget about it, but he was desperate.

after all, he was running out of options, and this was his last resort.

"atsumu you dick let us out of here!" you cried, banging on the closet doors.

"i'll let you out when i hear you both apologize!" he yelled, pushing the stick between the two door handles.

suna stood against the wall, his eyes rather relaxed compared to your panicked ones. "atsumu miya, this is ridiculous!!" you cried.

"you can't lock us in here," suna called. "coach is gonna be pissed if i'm not at practice."

he was right of course, but suna couldn't help but smile at the circumstances. your fighting got you both locked in a closet despite you both actually dating. it seemed as if you both deserved awards for your acting, considering how convinced atsumu was that you both despised each other, so much so that he'd end up pushing you into a closet while suna looked for a spare volleyball net that atsumu claimed he needed.

"well i'm captain now!" atsumu noted. "if i say it's fine then it's fine!"

"that's not how it works 'tsumu," osamu noted walking up behind the boy.

your ears pricked up at the sound of the twin's voice. "'samu please," you begged. "let us out of here!"

"nope."

your heart sunk, "why not?"

osamu sighed, "while i don't agree with 'tsumu's method, you two need to stop fighting. if this is what it takes so be it."

you turned to suna who was silently snickering as you dragged a finger to your throat glaring at him.

"this is funny," he whispered.

"i'm gonna kill you," you replied.

"so what's it gonna be you two?" atsumu called.

"ok fine," you yelled out to the twins standing behind the door, "but just know you'll be waiting a while, this asshole's not worthy of an apology!"

"oh really?" suna asked, brow raised. "don't tell me you're not happy to be locked in here with me."

you rolled your eyes. "locked in here with the boy i despise? sounds like a dream come true."

"you love me," suna replied.

"i hate you."

"drop the act."

and for a split second his eyes turned soft as he leaned off the wall and stepped towards you, the same gaze that you fell for not too long ago. your heart skipped a beat, "rin is something wrong?" the fire in your tone was instantly quelled as he dropped his head on your shoulder.

"i miss you."

he was tired. suna was tired. not only had he gone days without spending time with you due to volleyball training, but every time you both saw each other, there was always hatred in your eyes, a hatred he knew was masking the love you had for him. despite the fun he had with your little game, he was tired of the act. suna wanted the twins gone. in fact, he wanted the world gone if it meant he got to truly be with you. it was so unlike him, to be so soft with you, but he couldn't help it considering the teasing and joking insults you always made with each other.

it just finally felt nice for him to truly mean what he said.

your arms instantly wrapped around him, pulling the boy towards you as you shuffled closer. "i miss you," you mumbled.

"i'm tired," he said, pulling his head up to look at you.

"i know," you sighed, recalling how exhausted he's looked whenever you both found the time to call each other.

"god you're beautiful," he smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

you placed your hand on top of suna's as it cupped your cheek. "rin lets-"

"let's play a little longer."

your eyes widened at his words, "i thought you were the one who wanted to stop."

"not yet," he mumbled, staring down at you, his soft smile full of pride, joy because you chose him to stay by his side. "i like it being just us."

you laughed, "more like you want to be thrown in a closet with me."

"fair," he shrugged. “it does mean i get more time with you.”

"they'll probably forget we're locked in here."

"so what if they do?" suna asked. "that means we get more time in here."

"fair," you repeated.

"besides," suna added. "it means i get to do this."

before you could think, his lips were on yours.

it was a feeling you missed with all your being, his hands resting on your cheeks as yours wrapped around his neck. it was a kiss full of longing, one that encapsulated the love you two felt for each other despite the constant acting. it was reassurance, reminding the other that you loved each other with your entire being.

you couldn't help but laugh, pulling away as suna looked at you with a confused smile. "is something wrong?" he asked.

"no no nothing's wrong," you laughed. "i just remembered that we're probably gonna be stuck in here for a while. atsumu's quite forgetful"

"we should probably find a way out," suna smiled, as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"that can wait," you sighed, pulling the boy back in. "i don't mind being in here a little longer."

suna laughed, "says the one who was banging on the door earlier."

you flicked him in the forehead, "i hate you."

and he smiled, his lips now inches from yours.

"i love you too."

hey hey thanks for reading!!

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[t0shii]

Hiiiiii :D can I request angst to fluff with Bokuto suna and Kyotani where their s/o wanted some food/snakes in the middle of the night so instead of waking the guys up they go by themselves to Store and the guys wake up looking for them and get scared/mad when they can’t find them

ღ — when they wake up alone

.! timeskip! bokuto, suna, kyotani (sep) x gn!r

.! angst + fluff/ lots of cursing, mentions of eating; not proofread

.! oh wow... i will totally write this for you 😈😈 ty for the request & hope you enjoy- these turned out pretty lengthy huh?

bokuto

bokuto is absolutely beside himself when he wakes up and your side of the bed is cold and empty. quickly he sits up and calls your name, "y/n?? y/n, baby?" no response the crease in his brows deepening with the frown on his lips. "must he in the bathroom or something" he mumbles to himself, clumsily getting out of your shared bed and walking fast to the bathroom down the hall. he knocks on the door quietly, "babe, you in there?" he waits a few seconds before opening the door, only to find the room dark and empty. now he's feeling really nervous, where the hell were you? 'the kitchen?' he thinks but when he gets there it too is empty, he basically tears the whole house apart looking for you, no where to be found. maybe you left him? finally got tired of his immature personality, maybe you just couldn't stand to be with him another minute- even as he slept.

the negative thoughts plagued his brain, so much so in fact, he hadn't even heard the front door of your shared apartment open, or the thud of your snacks hitting the hardwood floor. he hadn't even noticed you make your way toward him, "bokuto, baby, what's wrong?" his head snaps up at the sound of your voice, "y/n? you're back?" he reaches out for you and you stand there hugging him as he sat on the couch, "yeah, i couldn't sleep so i went to get snacks. why are you crying though? did you have a nightmare?" you run your hands through his hair and it calms him down almost immediately. "n-no but i reached for you and you were gone and t-then i couldn't find you anywhere.... i-i thought you left me for good." he hiccups, you feel guilt creep up your chest at his words. "oh bo, baby no! i just didn't wanna wake you since you have a match tomorrow." he sighs, arms wrapping around you tighter, "please just wake me up next time, you really scared me." you promise you won't leave the house without telling him from now on and cheer him up with some of the snacks you bought, and kisses of course.

suna

suna's first feeling is disappointment as he reaches over to pull your body closer to his, still half asleep, but is met with an empty space. he's annoyed but doesn't think too much about it, you probably had use the bathroom or something so you'd be back in no time. it's only when he realizes too much time has gone by and you still weren't in bed he starts to get really irritated and a little nervous, why weren't you back in bed? he groans, throwing the comforter away from his body and stands from the bed, "y/n where the hell did you go?" his voice his hoarse as he calls out for you checking each room in the apartment, only for them to be empty. he curses to himself as he sits on the couch, plenty of emotions running through his veins. it worried him that he had no clue where you were and it pissed him off that you hadn't said anything before you left. even more though, he couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that maybe you left with the purpose of never coming back- it made him uneasy.

he hadn't meant to fall asleep on the couch in same position he'd sat down in, the sound of the front door opening snapping him awake almost immediately. all he felt was annoyance, it was nearly 2 am and here you were walking through the front door, paper bags in hand. "where the hell did you go?" the question comes out a little harsher than he'd originally wanted it to but he was too tired to care at this point. you flinch at his question, "uhm to the convenience store? i couldn't sleep so i decided to get snacks and you have a game later so i didn't wanna wake you." he rolls his eyes, "so you leave me to wake up alone? i couldn't find you anywhere- i was worried sick. do you only think about yourself or something?" well shit, he hadn't meant to say that last part. you drop your bags to the ground and immediately suna knows he's fucked up big time. "i-i'm sorry, i just didn't want to wake you up b-because-" you were already breathing heavy, tears staining your cheeks and suna has no idea how he can recover from this.

"oh fuck, baby- i didn't mean to- shit i'm so sorry" he inches closer to you and to his surprise you let him embrace you "i didn't mean to snap at you, i swear. i'm just so tired and i was so fucking worried you weren't gonna come back- god i'm so sorry" he hold you tight in his arms, "i'm sorry too rin, i should've at least left a note, but i knew i wasn't gonna be gone for long so i didn't even think about it." you apologize but he only shushes you, "still, i should have never snapped at you." you nod against his chest, "you really worried me though, i thought that- you know what it doesn't matter, you're back now. let's eat those snacks you brought back, yeah?" the two of you spend the rest of the night eating the snacks you bought and suna holds you close and tight like you'll fade away if he doesn't.

kyotani

kyotani is a heavy sleeper, especially after a long set and he's definitely not a morning person- no matter the time he's woken up. so when he wakes up you side of the bed empty and cold, he already feels him becoming agitated. he rolls over to check his phone, 3:52 am, "what the fuck, y/n" the grumbles, "y/n." he yells, loud but no response, "of course you're gonna make me get up." he scoffs. firstly he searches the living room, he knew that oftentimes, you had trouble sleeping and knowing he hated to be woke up, you would sneak into the living room to watch tv until you were sleepy again but of course you weren't there. you weren't in the kitchen either, and he didn't find you in the bathroom nor on the balcony. kyotani checks his phone, no texts no calls, nothing. he rolls his eyes and throws himself onto the couch refusing to text or call you out of his own stubborn national, plus, what if you were driving? he turns on the tv to distract himself from the pit of anxiety bubbling in his belly, nothing can really stop his thoughts from running wild though, he can't shake the feeling that you weren't coming back and had left him for good, finally tired of his- well everything about him, really.

he thoughts are interrupted when he hears the front door open, relieved to see your face but angry as he remembers you'd left without a word. he frowns standing up to meet you at the front door, apparently you weren't expecting him because you flinch as he makes his presence known by clearing his throat, "oh fuck- kyo you scared me! why are you awake?" he scoffs "oh i scared you? well at least you didn't wake up to an empty house at nearly four am" his tone has you frowning, "i didn't wake you up because you'd be upset with me and i knew you needed rest after your show from earlier." his face softens but still he rolls his eyes and glances at the bags in your hands. "whatever, what's in the bags?" he takes them from you and sets them on the island counter, "i couldn't sleep so i went to get snacks." you follow him to the kitchen, "i got your favorite too." if he was still annoyed before he definitely wasn't anymore, did he even deserve the snacks? he'd just snapped at you minutes earlier. he grunts in acknowledgment, "c'mon, we can eat together, kyo. i'll put on a movie." you grab his hand in one hand and the bags of snacks in the other and lead him to the living room where you both lay on the couch.

his silence is all too loud as you put on a movie you both enjoy, "kyo, is something wrong?" kyotani can't help the tears that form in his eyes as he embraces you tightly, "i was worried about you, you brat. why'd you leave without telling me? you coulda left me a text or something." you're stunned at his sudden outburst, "i was only gone for 30 minutes, kentaro... but still i'm sorry, i should've left a note, but i didn't think you'd wake up while i was gone?" you rub his back and chuckle, "did you miss me that much, baby?" he shakes his head as best he can while it's in the crook of your neck, "i thought you weren't gonna come back." his confession surprises you, "oh... why would i not come back? i love you too much to leave for good." you grin, "really?" "really". the both of you spend the rest of the dark hours of the morning watching movies and eating the snacks you bought all while in a tight embrace.

[pastelwitchling]

Rin is too early to ask you to grace our wait with a honeymoon fic? How could Michael surprise Alex? Where would he take him? Thank you and have a wonderful day

***

               Alex couldn’t stop giggling. It probably wasn’t what a military captain should do, but his gold band glittered on his ring finger in the artificial light and he couldn’t stop giggling.

               “This isn’t right,” Michael said angrily, pacing the length of the bunker as Alex sat on a stool, admiring his ring. “It’s not fair.”

               “I know,” Alex said. “But we don’t have a choice.”

               Michael glared. “Stop smiling!”

               “I can’t,” Alex’s grin widened as he looked back down at his hand.

               “You have to be mad about this, Private!”

               “I’m trying,” Alex laughed, and bit his lower lip. “I’m just . . . so happy.”

               Michael stopped pacing, his expression softening for the first time since Max and Kyle had shown up that morning – after their wedding night, mind you – to tell them that they couldn’t leave Roswell for their honeymoon because they wanted to make sure that Michael’s powers had calmed after the whole Bonnie and Clyde incident.

               It turned out that when you took Alex away, Michael had no semblance of control over his abilities, and it had carried over to long after the fight. Just last night, without meaning to, he’d been so overwhelmed in his feelings in bed that by morning his and Alex’s house looked like it had had a hurricane go through it. It hadn’t helped Michael’s case against Max and Kyle when they’d suggested they take a few tests to make sure that Michael wouldn’t accidentally expose them when and if they finally made it to the Bed and Breakfast Michael had booked for them.

               And Alex probably should’ve cared. He should’ve been just as upset and frustrated as Michael. But the truth that he knew very well was that Michael was only upset on Alex’s behalf, and Alex was too busy being in love and happy to really be bothered at all.

               “Aren’t you pissed off?” Michael demanded. “You deserve a real honeymoon, Alex, you deserve breakfast in bed and flowers every day and – and –”

               “Wild sex?”

               Michael ran a tongue over his lower lip impatiently, because Alex knew he hated it when he used the idea of sex with him to distract Michael, and Alex laughed, cupping his jaw and kissing his cheek.

               “Guerin, we’re married,” Alex said, and giggled again at the word. He couldn’t believe he got to say it. Michael’s expression softened at once at the sound, and Alex gripped his waist, pulling him in until he was standing between his legs. “The only reason I would ever be upset again is if you were upset.” He sighed, his laughter dying down to a soft smile. “And are you really? I mean, we could go on a honeymoon trip any time. I only care that we’re together, and that you’re safe.”

               “How could you even say that?” Michael said quietly, shaking his head. “I’m the ticking time bomb. Last night –”

               “Don’t,” Alex warned lightly, “you dare say a single bad word about last night. Last night was the best night of my life.”

               Michael blushed as Alex did at the memory of what they’d done last night, how they’d touched each other. It had felt different, to be so intimate knowing that they officially and forever belonged to each other. He gripped Alex’s shoulders. “I could’ve hurt you,” he whispered.

               “You could never hurt me,” Alex promised. “Besides,” he grinned, nuzzling Michael’s nose, “if wrecking the house means that I’m that good in bed, then maybe it’s not such a bad thing.”

               “Stop it,” Michael shut his eyes. “It’s not funny, Alex. I could’ve hurt you. We just got married, and I’m already breaking things.”

               “So?” Alex demanded. “Everyone breaks things, and everyone breaks. You just pick yourself back up and move on.” Michael started to turn away but Alex took his face in his hands. “When are you going to get that nothing matters to me but you? You could bring the entire house down, and the only thing I’m going to worry about is what’s upsetting you.”

               “Alex –”

               Alex held him tighter. “It’s you, Michael. You’ve been my life before we were married, and you’re my life now. You’re my home. Whatever happens, as long as I have you, I’m safe. I’m happy.”

               Michael’s lower lip trembled only until Alex smoothed it over with his thumb. His eyes dropped to Alex’s chin until Alex leaned down enough to catch his gaze again.

               “I love you,” Alex said, unable to help but say it as the overwhelming love and joy in his chest threatened to suffocate him if he didn’t. “I love you so much.”

               Michael wrapped his arms around Alex’s shoulders and hugged him tight, face buried in the crook of his neck. Alex hugged him back just as tightly, breathing him in.

               Then, against Alex’s skin, Michael murmured, “I’m sorry I destroyed our living room.”

               Alex laughed and kissed his shoulder, his neck, before he said, “I mean, we’ve been talking about redecorating.”

               Michael huffed a laugh despite himself, and snuggled deeper into Alex’s embrace.

               “Aww,” Kyle said with exaggerated cooing as he came down the ladder. “Well, isn’t that just precious.”

               Michael leaned back just enough to glare at him, and that made Alex laugh harder. Mostly because he could feel the press of Michael’s own gold band against his skin and it made him giddy all over again.

               “Eyes off,” Alex teased, sneaking a hand up Michael’s shirt and kissing his chest. “He’s mine.”

               Michael blushed so hard that whatever his retort to Kyle was going to be seemed to die on his lips and he leaned in against Alex.

               “You can have him,” Kyle said. “And your honeymoon.”

               Michael straightened and Alex raised a brow. “I’m all good?”

               “Yeah,” Kyle shrugged. “Isobel thinks you evened yourself out last night. You were so happy that it burned out the anger and fear you must’ve had when Alex was kidnapped.”

               At the word kidnapped, Michael’s fingers clutched fistfuls of Alex’s shirt, keeping him close.

               Kyle smiled. “You’re free to go.” He winked at Alex. “I wanted to be the one to tell you.” And with a final grin at Alex, he turned and left.

               Michael’s eyes were wide, fearful, but he caught Alex’s hand and squeezed. “Great,” he said. “Good.”

               Alex stood. “Well? Don’t you want to head out?”

               “Yeah,” Michael swallowed. “Y-Yeah, sure.”

               Alex considered his expression, then looked around the bunker. He smiled. “You know,” he said softly, “I’ve always loved this bunker.”

               Michael blinked, the thoughts clearing in his eyes. “Yeah?”

               Alex nodded. “Always felt like, no matter what was going on with us, we were allowed to be together down here. Like it was just us.” He tugged Michael in, and pressed a gentle, open-mouthed kiss to his neck, his jaw, his cheek. When he rose to kiss Michael’s lips, Michael emitted a soft moan against his mouth, his eyes half-lidded, but now completely consumed with Alex.

               Alex bit his lower lip, tugging on the first button on Michael’s flannel. “We could . . . warm up here, you know. Before we officially start our honeymoon.”

               Michael leaned in, eyes focused on Alex’s lips, any fear or doubt completely gone and replaced with lust and admiration and love. Alex grinned. He loved this man.

               “Yeah?” Michael was breathless.

               Alex had managed to already undo half of Michael’s buttons, one hand rising slowly up his naked chest. “To be honest,” he breathed, “I don’t think I can wait to get out of Roswell.”

               “Alex . . .”

               “What do you say, cowboy?” Alex murmured against Michael’s lips, their mouths hanging open and eager. “Let’s have some fun before the honeymoon.”

               Michael suddenly picked Alex up, no doubt using his powers to lift him so smoothly, and shot all the work and notes off the table before laying Alex down on it.

               “Screw it,” Michael breathed, yanking off his belt, his body already hot and his other hand already on Alex’s waistband in anticipation. “We’re starting our honeymoon right now.”

[ryozoro]

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“We try to hide our feelings, but we forget that our eyes can speak.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“HA,” the lady snorted as she played with her wedding ring, “you sound like my husband; you are like - the first girl I’ve met who has thought I was pretty. Thank you, it truly means a lot.” The lady smiled as she began pulling out her wallet and a few written down notes, “it’s uh - fuck hitto, you write like a kid, it’s a 2016 Ducati?”

“2016 Ducati Full Throttle,” yn said back with a small smile as the woman laughed again, “I’m assuming it’s your husband’s old bike?”

“Yeah,” she played with her ring as her smile softened, “he wants it in good condition before he gives it to one of our neighbors. It’s tradition for his - occupation..”

“He in a gang?” Yn asked as she began shuffling through shelves, “Don’t sweat it, I’m not gonna freak out over trivial matters.” The young ryuguji chuckled as she finally found the part she’s been looking for. “Here,” she place the part on the top, “its the G2 Throttle Tamer Ducati you needed. I’m assuming he’s still in a gang by the looks of how you covered for him, but don’t worry - it’d be hypocritical if I got scared you were involved with a delinquent.”

“Oh,” the lady sighed out, “thank gods. You can call me Kaku-san if it’s alright with you? Could you install the part by yourself? Sorry, my man is just always busy with work and was hoping to have someone install it for us..”

“I can’t personally install it, but my brother can! He gets back from his lunch break in about twenty minutes, so I know its a long wait -"

vrrr...vrrr...vrrr

"I'm so sorry, I'll just turn that off-," yn went to hit 'decline call.'

“I can wait, no sweat!” She smiled as she began digging through her mini backpack, “I need to check and see if my loser has ate lunch yet. I'll be outside for a bit." With that, 'Kaku-san' had walked out as she dialed her husband.

"Fucking hell," yn breathed out before hitting accept, "Inui-senpai, hey - what did you need?" Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard his low laugh.

"Just checking to see if my favorite girl has ate yet - so, have you?" Yn could just hear the smile that creeped upon his face, but for some reason - she didn't feel as in awe as she once did.

"Ah," yn scanned the shop and began totaling the price for the repair and writing further notes for her older brother, "no, I haven't ate yet, but I was planning on just heating up some of the leftovers that Souya-kun gave me."

"You know, if you keep being as cute and clingy as you are around him," yn could hear him moving around paper bags of what she assumed was to-go food, "shit, sorry. As I was saying, if you keep being so cuddle buddy with him, he's goin to fall for ya."

"Or," yn rolled her eyes as she began to document minor details on the log for each hour, "maybe, you're just reading in too deep on the fact that Souya is just an overall easily flustered person. Being a decent human does not make my kind actions count as flirting; if it does, well, you men around me are just dumb."

"Oh, don't be like that, princess," inui said in a rather sarcastic tone, "you know I'm just teasing you. Leaving that matter, I got you lunch - your favorite lunch, might I add."

"Thank you senpai, but -,"

"Inui-kun~ why aren't you getting off the phone yet? You promised that you would pay attention to only me today!" Yn heard a whiny voice - a woman’s whiny voice - through the phone, “I thought you said after we get lunch we’re just gonna lay in bed all day.” Inui mumbled something to her that seemed to have shut her up, clearing his throat, “sorry about that, are you still -,”

“I’m pretty busy and I plan on going out with a friend for my lunch break,” she cut him off, “have fun on your day off.”

yn knew she shouldn’t be angry; inui was never hers to begin with, but she was hoping that he’d at least spare her feelings. maybe this was good. maybe knowing that he has someone, even if it’s just a fuck buddy, will help her clear her mind and finally let go.

tani senpai <3: ft during your lunch break?

tani senpai <3: wait do you play cod? if you did that’s be kinda hot

tani senpai <3: I meant dope but hot works too

tani senpai <3: OH, wait rain check on the call, why don’t we just meet in person? ;) after all, I still have your necklace.

tani senpai <3: I cleaned it up because I was wearing it so I wouldn’t lose it.

tani senpai <3: lmfao I really made it a blood diamond at one point

kaku-san paid her total for the part and repair and ensured yn that she’d be back around five. sighing once the older woman left, yn went to check her phone that had been buzzing incessantly since she hung up on her brother’s best friend.

you: I’m gonna punch you in dick next time I see you :,) I was helping someone and I had to act like my phone was not going HAAM in my pocket

tani senpai <3: uh uh uh , leave ran jr. alone. he did nothing wrong :p plus, you’d have to kiss it better if you hurt him

you: I — WHEN ARE WE MEETING AND WHERE ?

tani senpai <3: [location] a small nightclub @ 16:00 tonight :) I would offer to buy your dinner, but you threatened my best man.

you: I hate you :,) but um,,, I don’t exactly know — what to wear to a nightclub..? Can I just go in a hoodie and some sweats and talk to the bouncer like “hey, I know the haitani bros — lemme in.”

tani senpai <3: LMAOOO,, nah I would to see you size the man up. as for clothes — you don’t have anything like ,, that radiates “hot girl” shit ?

you: no, if I’m not in my uniform — I’m either wearing my brother’s clothes with some cargo pants or sweats. sometimes I wear my own clothes, but that’s usually just merch.

tani senpai <3: as much as I want to see you in school uniform or in full need mode, I don’t think the bouncer would just let you in. OH, wait — fuck them. I forgot that I’m literally a god to them lmao,, wear what you want , I’ll wait outside for you and we can walk in together :)

you: wait really :,) I’m gonna try and make use of what I have tho ! I’ll lyk when I get there :)

tani senpai <3: wow so you’re not gonna ft me :|

you: you licherally said “rain check”

tani senpai <3: but I just finished my tasks for today, call me or I’m calling you

you: sorry , my brother just got back, I’ll talk to ya later :p

tani senpai <3: fine :| I’ll just bother Rin then.

the young ryuguji chuckled before locking and pocketing her phone once she noticed her brother’s presence. sure, she was still hurt at the fact that inui is currently hooking up - maybe even dating - another girl, but at least she could look to the eldest of the Haitanis and feel herself forgetting all about her first love.

“What ya lookin at brat,” Ken laughed out as he went to pat her head, “hey, who has you smiling like that?” He has always been protective; it was just his nature as a big brother. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re happy, but if it’s about a boy I would LOVE to know who.”

“It’s just a stupid thing that emma-senpai sent me,” yn attempted to play it off, “anyways — how was lunch?”

“It was good,” draken said as he went to put his jumper back on, “but it coulda been better if inui didn’t bring his ‘friend girl’ around. She kept hittin on Mikey and asking about my necklace and I almost called you up to come deck her.” He quickly grabbed his chain and kissed the ‘Emma’ that hung in the middle just before tucking it back under his white tshirt; it was his routine.

“I woulda showed her that ‘Draken Uppercut’ if I was there big bro,” yn made a small show of what she did in hopes of making her brother smile.

“You’re an idiot,” his smirk plastered on his face in a proud manner, “but I don’t need you wasting your energy on her. It just — like who the hell do you think you are touching a random stranger, especially around their neck. Like who?” She could tell that he was upset that he couldn’t have done anything; Draken was just brought up to be extremely respectful. “The worst part,” he threw a wrench at his ‘anger wall,’ “she kept asking shit like: “who names their kid emma,” “was she at least pretty,” and the one where I almost put my hands on her, “is she dead or something? what you just can’t let go?” Yn, I was so close to knocking her daylights out. She honestly got lucky takemitchy had tackled Mikey, or she woulda got her shit rocked.”

“I,” yn was at a lost for words; she had never heard someone disrespect any of her family this openly, “what the fuck did inui say? Did he just sit there through all this shit?” she moved from behind the counter and rolled out one of the bikes he was scheduled to work on, “please don’t tell me he did.”

“No,” draken rolled his eyes as he recalled the previous events, “just prop it up by station one, gotta get the new 340 mm rear air shock absorber suspensions, oh, could you jot that down, please? But nah, this fucker,” draken lifted the bike up so the back was in the air and put it on a lift, “just found every way to piss me off. Like I love him, but he fucked up today. He told us ‘sorry, she’s just cranky so don’t take her words to heart.’ If she called me ugly or some dumb shit I’d be okay, but he really told me not to take to heart the fact that she spoke on Emma’s name like that.” He tugged on his dark locks as he undid it, “could ya put it back up for me, it’s not tight enough.”

“I gotcha big man,” yn gently massaged his scalp as she went to put his hair in a tight but loose bun, “you know, she’s probably really proud of you right now. Bet she’s smilin up there too.” she could feel his tenseness fade as she comforted him; she’d do this one hundred times a day if it meant that he’d finally stop blaming himself for all those years ago. “There,” she smoothed over the top of his head once more, “all done.”

“Thank ya,” he hums as he begins to work on the bike, “oh, do you want to come with later? me and the boys are gonna head to mitsuyas before we go out so you can hang out with the other brats.”

“Actually, I um,” yn felt the sweat gather in her palms as she walked back to her station, “I was wondering if I could go out tonight - with a friend..”

“What friend,” yn flinched as her brother snapped his gaze towards her, “do I know said friend?”

“N-no,” she cleared her throat and began writing on sticky notes and receipts, “he — they were nice to meet when I first got back in town and offered to hang out - so, I felt that it’d be rude to -,”

“Nah, you’re not going,” draken turned his attention back to the bike, “you’re either going to stay home or hang out at mitsu’s house. No in between.”

“That’s fair,” yn sighed, “can I just have a reason as to why I can’t go?”

“Because I don’t know em and the streets have been rainin havoc since Mikey got out,” he sighed as he put his tools down. He stood up to full height and gently patted the leather seat of the propped up bike, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, bub. Yer my number one right now and I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on if you even get the slightest bit of hurt.”

“I understand big draco,” she laughed softly, “Can I just stay in then? I promise I won’t leave; I just feel like being in my own bed tonight.”

“Anything for you, yer majesty.” Ken smiled as he concluded that he had the best sister in the world.

—

“Alright, yn, we’re about to head out,” her big brother knocked on her door, “can ya at come say bye?”

“Fuck,” yn got up and quickly put an oversized sweater and some basketball shorts that reached just below her knees, “gimme a minute! Sorry, I was taking a nap.”

“We’ll be out in the living room, dumbass.”

If anything, yn was just glad none of them walked into her room to see her basically bare figure - shout out to her Ken-nii for knowing his sister. Once fully covered, yn made her wait out the room and noticed everyone sitting on the couch in the living room, even inui.

“Yn,” souya barked out, “you’ve ate right? If you haven’t ‘m gonna fight you!” He stood up and approached yn as all the other boys smirked and whistled in the back. “You guys shut the hell up.!”

“Neh neh,” nahoya laughed, “you need to stop bein so flirty over there, angry.” Smiley always teased angry, but that was just brotherly nature; however, if anyone else were to continuously pick on angry — it wouldn’t be a shock if Smiley was on top of them and imprinting the curve of his elbow into their forehead. “He just missed you, little Ryu. Make sure to let us know if anything happens-,”

“We’re going to get Ken-chin laid,” Mikey said with a mischievous smirk as he began pushing his taller friend out the front door. “Choi~.” The other boys followed either patting her head before they left or hip bumping her; hakkai decided to be the odd man out and hug yn to his chest and dramatically walk out the door as if they won’t see each other for fourth years.

“BYE,” she poked her head out then quickly shut the door and disregarded her hoodie, “now that they’re gone..”

VRRR..VRRR….VRR

“OH MY GOD, WHAT,” picking her phone up off the coffee table she fell back onto the couch, “what do they want-,”

Incoming FaceTime: tani senpai <3

“Shit.!” Yn quickly sat up and answered with an apologetic face, “heeeey, what’s up?”

“You look cozy,” he eyed the tops of her shoulders with only her bra straps decorating them, “cozy enough to make a man stand outside for, hmm - what does my watch read - thirty minutes.”

Yn looked thoroughly confused as she cocked her head to the side and fell back, “what does you standing outside of some random building have to do with me?”

“Did you really —,” she watched the man shift and bring her golden chain into view, “you were supposed to meet me tonight in order to get your precious necklace back. You stood me up and now I look like a fucking idiot who got stood up.” He deadpanned into the camera and had a small pout, “you had all the guys laughin at me, darlin. You really disappointed me.” Yn felt her heart slowly tear; she hated disappointing anyone. “If you were going to show up you could have at least said so.” Just as she was about to speak, Ran hung up and left her to wade in her thoughts.

—

You: Ran-senpai, I promise it was on accident ! I meant to tell you earlier, but it just slipped my mind (read 8:44 p.m.)

You: pls forgive me :,) I fell asleep as soon as we got off work and came home; draken-nii told me to rest up since I can’t go out so I figured I might as well (read 8:45 p.m.)

You: yk if you’re going to read my text, the least ya could do would be to respond. I said I’m sorry. (read 8:47 p.m.)

You: yer a fucking brat , man child who throws a fit and refuses to actually try and listen to others when they try to talk it out with you. (read 8:48 p.m.)

You: self made bitch. (read 8:50 p.m.)

You: yk what, fuck you. I tried to be nice to you and I actually enjoyed talking to you for what-? A week ? You’re mad because I can’t just do what I want? Sorry I’m a great sister who doesn’t want to make her brother worry. Sorry I don’t just abide and do as you please because I’m not a fucking sheep. Keep the necklace for all I care; I’ll just get a new one. Stupid cunt. (read 8:52 p.m.)

You: Fuck face. You probably just wanted to get in my pants and dip; fuck you. Leave me alone, if I see you on the street; I don’t give a fuck if I get shot or jumped, I’m gonna punch you in the throat, pussy ass bitch. (read 8:54 p.m.)

tani senpai <3: give me your address so I can drop this necklace off and get out of your life since you so desperately want me to.

You: no way in hell, just keep it.

tani senpai <3: if you don’t want it then I’ll just drop it off with your brother tomorrow.

You: you fucking —

You: ugh, fine, just drop the shit off and leave . [location] (read 8:59 p.m.)

—

With a knock at the Ryuguji’s front door, yn shrugged the jacket back on and checked through the peep hole. After noticing it was the infamous older brother of the Haitani duo, she quickly yanked him inside and made sure to lock the door quickly.

“You know drop offs don’t usually require the said delivery man to be in the house, correct?” He asked with a bored expression as his eyes scanned the small space. “‘S cute for someone with you and your brother’s income.”

“I only pulled you in because my neighbors like to talk about what goes on throughout everyone’s house,” she rolled her eyes and pulled in the strings of her sweater, “hurry up and give me the fucking necklace so you can leave.”

“I did all the work of coming here,” he brushed past her as he took off his shoes and made his way to sit on the couch, “the least you could do is offer me a drink or some food.” Ran laid back into the cushions and spread his long legs as he slowly turned his gaze to the TV, some random anime blasting in the background. “Well, if you don’t mind, a water will do.”

“Cute for someone with you and your brother’s income,” she mocked as mumbled under her breath and grabbed him a water bottle from the fridge, “here, your majesty.” she tossed it into his lap and stood in between his legs to block the tv and make him focus all of his attention onto her.

“To what do I owe you?”

“My necklace, home invader.”

“Take it off of me then,” he raised an eyebrow, “you didn’t expect me to do that as well did you?”

“Fine,” her shorts hiking up as she moved to straddle his hips, she took note that he had been eyeing her thighs since he arrived, “I’ll take off the stupid thing.” She buried her chin into the crook of his neck, “just sit still so I can -,”

“You know,” he flattened his palms against the bare tops her knees and barely sliding his finger tips up the rim of the pants, “you hiding more just makes me want to see you in less.”

“Heh,” she chuckled as she slowly wrapped her arms around the middle of his torso, “yer a fucking perv as well as a bastard.”

“You know your necklace isn’t dangling along my spine, right?” He chuckled as he gently kneaded her flesh, “am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Nah, feels nice,” she chuckles when she feels him gently dig his finger tips into her skin, “‘m makin you uncomfortable?”

“nah,” he jokingly mocked her as he took his hands and slid them farther up to the tops of he thigh, “boxers?” He pulled back slightly so he could rest his forehead on hers.

“mm, never really wanted to bother ken-nii when he did the laundry, so I just get boxers,” she laughed, “what? Did you honestly think I’d be chilling at home in a thong or something? Women gotta breathe too.” she felt her heartbeat pick up as his finger tips danced along the material; yn wondered if he could tell that she’s never had a boyfriend as she lacked - in takemichi’s words - ‘ettick.’

“You are respectful yet have anger issues, a smart mouth, and embody the term ‘I don’t give a fuck,” he swiftly took both hands from under the clothing and lightly placed them on either side of her face, “you are so fucking gorgeous, didya know that?” His rings were cold on her heated skin, making her smile softly.

“..you know,” yn laid a chaste kiss on the bonten’s left wrist, “… ‘msorry..”

“Couldn’t hear ya,” he chuckled deeply as he maneuvered his right hand at the back of her neck and squeezed lightly, “repeat it more clear this time. You wanna be a good girl, right? Be the best girl you can and repeat it.~”

“Motherfu-, AHEM,” she scrunched her face up in hopes of hiding how happy it made her to have a second chance at being a ‘good girl,’ “‘m sorry you don’t know how to communicate.”

“Ah ah ah,” he squeezed his right hand a little tighter, causing her to ground her hips down and lean forward into his chest, “that’s not what I want to hear.” she heard him groan, but she was too busy fighting the battle in her head as to why she felt more secure when he gripped her tighter.

“I said,” she nuzzled her nose between his lean pecs, “‘m sorry.” Yn got up and placed one of her hands at the base of the bonten tattoo and squeezed gently along his Adam’s apple, “I’m not saying it again, so you better have heard me the first time.”

“You’re so angry; a wolf under sheep’s clothes you are,” ran hummed as he leaned back in, noses brushing, “yer forgiven little lamb. I don’t know - you barking up the wrong tree knowing that I could hurt you just turns me —,”

BZZT, BING.

Both bodies had turned their heads towards the door in confusion.

“Are you expecting guests?”

“No,” yn quickly got off of Ran’s lap and grabbed the crowbar that rested by the umbrellas, “fuck, if it’s those fucking assholes that want to fight ken-nii, ‘m gonna kill em.” She went to look through the peep hole, only to be pulled back to the older man’s chest.

“Let me get it,” ran signaled for her to hide behind the kitchen wall as he pulled out his signature baton that hung on his belt loop, “be quiet, little one.” Ran opened the door to a young man, about a year or two older than yn, dressed in a pizza delivery uniform with 3 large boxes in his hand. If he wasn’t just some kid, the Haitani would’ve beat him just for openly sporting a scowl towards him.

“Oh, hi sir, are you,” the young man looked back at the receipt then back at the Bonten executive, “Kawata Souya? I have one pepperoni, Hawaiian, and plain cheese.” Ran’s head shot to the side at the sound of you rushing towards the door.

“A-ah ! That would be me I guess,” yn guided Ran’s hand behind her to hide the weapon as she widely opened the front door, “sorry my brother’s friend probably ordered it since they went out -,”

“Yn?”

“Huh,” she looked up at the man, “oh shit, hongo?! I thought you were in Osaka right now for Uni; you still play there, right?”

“Yeah,” the worker replied, “oh shit, this like.. a date or something?” He threw his glare at Ran and softened his features once his gaze returned back to the young ryuguji. “Nah, nevermind, that’d be dumb considering you swore off dating,” the bonten men felt as if his heart had been pricked with a small needle, “especially since you used to swear to draken we were gonna get married and stay together forever and ever.” Yn was visibly embarrassed as Ran watched her take the pizza from Hongo’s hands and start trying to kick him off the porch. ��Wait, before I go,” he said as he jotted down his number on the receipt, “let me know when you’re free. Maybe ya could come see me play one of these days? Summer games start back up next week so I’ll be headin-,”

Ran pulled on yn’s wrist before slamming the door, interrupting Hongo’s spill. He made show of how hard he locked the door so anyone outside could hear that the house was closed and not expecting anymore visits.

“Ooo,” yn placed the pizzas down onto the small kitchen table and looped her arms around Ran’a slim waist, “are you upset yer not getting all the attention?” She giggled as she kissed the symbol that marked the center of his neck.

“Why would I be upset over some 4 incher maxed college boy,” he smirked as he brought his hand to the side of her face and let his thumb brush along her bottom lip, “plus, if anything he should be the one whose upset. You can’t hate me or push me away if you wanted to; your desire for me to show you the depths of the world is visible just by looking in your eyes.” Yn felt her breath quickening and her head going numb as his words made way into her; making her feel far more intoxicated than any alcohol or drug could have ever done. “You can try to deny it, but what sane person would invite one of the most violent people with the most blood on his hands into her home?”

“I’m the farthest thing from sane,” yn breathed out as she placed a chaste kiss onto his lips before burying her face under his chin, “because I find myself wanting to do this more. I’m so glad I don’t look where I’m going when I’m on my bike.” Ran laughed as he connected their lips, but this time he deepened the kiss; her knees gave out and his tongue slipped in making her lungs just as weak.

“Princess, youre fucking gorgeous,” he broke away before holding her in his strong arms, “but I don’t want to just ‘get in your pants.’ I want-,”

“Good, because im not easy,” she cut him off as she tried to catch her breath.

Ran laughed as he dragged her back to the couch, leaving her to fetch each of them two big slices of cheese pizza. He sat beside her, kissing her temple, and devouring the free meal, “yknow, this taste ten times better than any food at the shitty night club.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she said as she harshly swallowed the dough, “ish bad mannirs..”

“You,” he leaned in and kissed the sauces covered corners of her mouth, “also taste better than any food at the club.”

“Well you’ll have to wait until you can taste all of me,” catching ran off guard - she flirted back, “after all, the fruit taste better when ripened.”

—

“Princess,” Ran attempted to shake her tired figure off him, “believe me, I want to stay. I really do, but I don’t want to cause a stir or heated argument between you and your brother.”

“We we’re just playing Mario kart and you said,” yn stared up at him with an unimpressed glare, “I’d fuck you on the counter of the pizza place just to embarrass that pizza boy,’ and now you’re scared to be caught by my brother?”

“Not scared,” he bit the tip of her nose gently before freeing himself of her limbs, “just cautious. Want my little girl not to have any complications; plus, I’d have to kill your brother if he made you cry.”

“Wait,” she pulled his sleeve, gaining his attention, “text me when you get back home.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before making his way out her front door, “okay, little lamb.”

—

Within the span of 4 hours, draken arrived back home and yn managed to make the house rid of any clues of guest over; she even masked the smell of Ran’s cologne by bringing the box of pizza to the living room to spread the smell of grease and regrets. She rested easy on the couch, allowing some random movie to lull her into the comfortable cushions.

draken sobered up a bit after he came back and went to get a late night snack from the kitchen. spotting his sister on the couch, he chuckled softly as he gently rubbed her forehead, “thanks for bein a little angel, ya gremlin.”

it’s as if the gods above could sense draken’s obliviousness and caused yns to vibrate several times. Much to her brother’s curiosity, he checked the notifications and felt his blood boil.

—

tani senpai <3: hey, made it back home. hope you rest easy, princess. thnx. rin also says “thanks for allowing him to annoy you so I could catch a break

inui. : yn can we talk? I promise it’s not what you thought; idk what to say. Just remember, you’ll always be my favorite girl ..<3 lmk when you’re ready.

inui. : idk jus tseeing yuor brothr without you attached at the hip just made my stomak hurt, I wanna see you more.. maybe it’s because I’m drunk and finally thinking sobre, but yer awlays my fav

inui. : look, unsot having talked for like — a weakk? Has Ben eating me up, I really miss you. I’ll see you at the shop ? dream well, pretty girl.

takemitchy: BESTIE,, DONT FORGET YOU OWE ME A REMATCH BECAUSE YOU HAD YOUR BROTHER PUT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD SO YOU COULD CROSS THE FINISH LINE

takemitchy: wait, can you send me your brownie recipe ??? Hina loved them :,)

—

he didn’t know whether to be upset at the fact that there was some random “tani senpai” texting his sister and he didn’t know jack shit about them, or the fact one of his best friends was talking and drunk texting his sister. Nothing a beer and pizza can’t help.

After grabbing a full pizza box plus some beer and bringing it to his room, ken stared at his tv processing everything he just seen. Maybe this is just a dream? Maybe he’s so dizzy from the dancing and whiskey that he can’t seem to think straight? There’s just no way that his little sister would actually go for his friend; let alone, his friend returning the affection, right ? There’s absolutely no way that his sister would be letting random boys in the house. Nah, maybe he’s just scared of letting her go to university and growing up on him. This is all just a shitty nightmare.

“Whatever,” draken burped out as he took the cheap beer bottle to his lips, inhaling the last of the liquid, “heh, maybe it’s kisaki’s ghost hauntin my head with dumb thoughts.” He felt himself drifting to sleep, but stirred once he realized he almost forgot his nightly routine. Untucking the chain from his neck and pulling it towards his chapped lips, “g’night emma.”

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breaking up with akatsuki members

akatsuki x reader

tw : angst, mentions of sex, toxic relationships

im not sure if i’ll make a part two for other akatsuki members, or a part where you guys will get back together.

sasori

“i just don’t think we should be together anymore. i’m sorry, i still love you no matter what sasori.”

sasori was quiet for a moment, tinkering with one of his puppets while you were nervously confronting him about breaking up, fidgeting in the seat next to him.

“so you wanna break up hm?” he questioned, his voice amused. “where will you go?”

“i— i have money saved. i’ll go settle somewhere.. in a small village.”

sasori scoffed, even chuckled a bit. clearly mocking you. “you wouldn’t last a day without me.”

now you were starting to get upset, you frowned and scrunched your eyebrows. “you really think i need you that much?”

“please don’t act like you’re something without me. i take care of you, feed you, and give you a place to stay. all at no cost. you ungrateful brat.” he spat out, adjusting the placements of the puppets body.

“i never asked for any of that. see this is why i’m leaving you. you treat me like some incompetent child. i’m more than capable of taking care of myself.” you got up to pack your stuff, grabbing a suitcase out of the closet and taking everything you bought with your own money, leaving all the things he had bought you behind. as you were about to leave he spoke once more.

“you’re gonna regret leaving me, i’ll be here when you’re ready to come back.” he said, his voice monotone as he kept his eyes and hands on the puppet. you took your things and left.

hidan

“hidan for crying out loud. you’re such a pig. flirting with other women in front of me.”

you and hidan were out eating at a small hut near the akatsuki hide out, and he was very casually flirting with the girl working behind the counter, and she was flirting back like you weren’t there.

“babe, you can be so annoying sometimes. stop worrying that pretty little head of yours. it’s you i come home to fuck every night anyways.” he said, putting his arms behind his head.

“annoying? seriously? hidan, do you not know how a fucking relationship works?” you were angered. this wasn’t the first time hidan has done this to you. but this was certainly the last. you were over it. over him.

“watch your fucking tone with me bitch, don’t act all high and mighty. i’ll leave you.”

“you’ll leave ME? please hidan, you know what? we’re done. don’t try coming to see me anymore, i’m going back to the house, grabbing my shit, and leaving.” you got up, leaving him behind. him and the waitress snickered.

“my shifts over soon, wanna come over?” the women asked him.

hidan smirked and took a sip of his drink. “yeah, as long as you make me feel better.” she giggled at him, and gave a wink before finishing up her shift.

it’s been two weeks since you guys broke up. hidan regretted what happened between you guys and he ignored your words to go look for you. but you were no where to be found.

obito

“obito, why do i feel like you don’t love me anymore. like your mind wanders elsewhere when we’re having sex, or even when we’re talking. are you still thinking about rin?” you asked, slightly upset to say the least.

you and obito have been dating for a few months and you knew about the women who he loved that tragically passed away. it was a terrible death that ruined him, but you were doing everything you could to mend his broken heart.

“y/n i don’t wanna hear that shit right now, i love you and i love rin. stop bringing her up. i’m over you being jealous.” he answered.

“jealous? as if i would be jealous of a dead women obito.” you scoffed. is he serious right now?

“what the fuck did you just say?” he turned to you, his raspy voice was now raising at you.

“you heard me. i would never be jealous of her. ever.”

“well you should be.” he chuckled lowly. “i loved her a lot more than i love you.”

and that was it. you heard enough.

“okay obito, if that’s how it is then we’re done. don’t even bother with me anymore.” you quickly got up from the living room couch to go upstairs and grab your things. obito followed you up there rambling non sense, cussing at you.

“if you leave now, don’t come back.” he yelled while you were packing your things.

“i won’t.” you yelled back. once you were done packing you quickly left. trudging out of the house and to a nearby hotel.

obito deeply regretted what he said, and he didn’t mean it. he loved you more than anything although his mind was elsewhere while you guys were together. but it wasn’t about rin in a way that he wanted to be with her. no, he had been stressed and having nightmares recently, not sure how to talk to you about it.

kakuzu

“you never pay any attention to me kakazu. it’s always ‘money this, money that.’ why won’t you spend more time with me?” you asked.

you were hurt. kakazu paid no mind to you at all, even getting annoyed with you when you tried having conversations with him.

“will you leave me alone? i’m busy right now and you’re starting to piss me off. go do something productive.” he responded, counting up the money his hand.

“kakazu all i ask is that you pay a little more attention to me. we’re dating, i’m your girlfriend. i need love sometimes.” you said, your voice starting to crack and tears forming in your eyes.

“y/n, i’m gonna ask you one last fucking time to leave me alone. stop being so clingy.” he still has yet to turn to look at you, still counting his money.

“okay fine, if that’s how it is then we’re through. i hope that money loves you as much as i do.” the tears we’re now spilling from your eyes as you packed your things.

kakazu didn’t say anything, he completely ignored you as you were leaving. if that’s how it was going to be then this break up was for the better.

deidara

“deidara, this relationship is getting too toxic for me. we fight almost every single day and the only thing we do to make up is have sex. i can’t do this anymore.” you said, getting up off the bed to put your clothes back on.

“babe, relax. come over here and cuddle with me. i wanna go for another round.” he smirked, still in bed butt ass naked.

“no, see?? do you think sex will solve everything? why don’t you start thinking with your brain instead of your dick.” you spat out.

“okay now you’re starting to fucking irritate me.” he said getting up to put his clothes back on as well.

“well maybe you should listen to me. you’re an adult so fucking act like one.”

“excuse you? all you do is whine and complain. if you’re so sick of me then just leave.”

“okay, if that’s what you want then i’m gone. we’re through. have fun trying to find someone that’s gonna put up with you.”

you packed and left. not turning around to look at him once. the anger inside you boiling up.

it’s been a month since you left and the both of you guys missed each other more than anything. you wanted to go back and see him, but you knew things would be the same if you went back. so you held your ground and decided you would never go back to him again.

[takakuteki-butterfly]

Free! The Final Stroke fundown rundown

I just came out here for fun swim times, and now Haru’s evil.

Ok, I’m just gonna post things as I remember them.

Spoilers, obviously.  And this gets really long.  Have a snack ready.

As a warning, my Japanese isn’t fantastic, so I may have missed some things or misinterpreted some things (though, to toot my own horn a bit, I understood a lot more with this film than with other raw Japanese movies I’ve watched).  Also, at this point it’s been several hours since I saw the show, and my memory is shit.  Take anything I say here with a grain of salt.

So.

Movie starts off cute, with Nagisa, Rei, Makoto, and Rin making some kind of video about (for?) Haru.  I think it took place in the past?  Because Haru, Makoto, and Rin are in their high school uniforms, so I think maybe this takes place before Dive to the Future.  Maybe.

There’s a childhood flashback with Hiyori and Kaede.  Seems Hiyori is actually the one who got Kaede into swimming, though Hiyori ended up moving before they ever got a chance to swim together.  If I understood right, Kaede’s family member(???) was also a swimmer.  And in fact, because of stuff that’s shown later in the movie, I think it’s strongly hinted that the friend that Coach Azuma lost in his past was Kaede’s family member(???).

There’s some stuff with a school festival, but it must be joint because Haru/Asahi’s university and Ikuya/Hiyori’s university are both involved.  Rin and Sosuke go and Rin and Ikuya tease each other relentlessly, then run off to compete against each other at a game booth.

And that’s all well and cute.

The bulk of the story takes place in Australia, with Haru, Rin, Ikuya, and Kaede (and Kaede’s friend, who’s name I forget, but apparently is a crazy strong breaststroke swimmer) representing Japan in an international tournament.  Stuff happens, Rin and Ikuya both lose their matches (in butterfly and breast, with Ikuya losing to that friend of Kaede’s).

Before Haru’s match, he and Kaede are in the locker room.  Albert comes in; Kaede tries to rile him up and is blatantly ignored.  Albert says straight up to Haru, “I’m not swimming for fun today.  I’m just here to do my job.”  D=

Haru swims against Kaede and Albert, and swims so hard he can’t catch his breath afterwards and falls down a flight of stairs (no worries! Ikuya catches him).  Albert wins, but Haru does qualify for the next round.  At some point, Haru yells at Azuma about how to get stronger?  But I didn’t really understand that bit.

For the next race (the next day), Albert drops out for unknown reasons.  He gets shit for it later from that old guy who controls him (father? grandfather? caretaker? idk).  It’s clear that Old Guy is using Albert for sponsorship money and to live vicariously through him.  I don’t know which is worse.

So Kaede gets bronze in that race.  Haru doesn’t place.  Everyone goes back to Japan.

Meanwhile!

While all that is going on, it also frequently cuts to what the others are doing in Japan.  Makoto has basically taken on coaching Sousuke, and they spend nearly the entire movie together.  Asahi, Hiyori, and Kisume also spend much of the movie together, streaming the events in Australia and talking about the future and stuff.

And in a scene that is a clear callback to the rainy poolside scene in Eternal Summer, where Haru, Rin, and Makoto talk about what they’re going to do after graduation, there’s a scene with Rei, Nagisa, and Gou by the poolside, in the rain, talking about what they’re going to do after graduation.  Sounds like they all have a plan, but if specifics of those plans were mentioned, I didn’t catch it.  But they all looked happy and positive about their futures.

And at some point, Sousuke, Makoto, and Hiyori have a backstroke race.  Hiyori wins, though they don’t actually show him winning (-_-); they just show pictures of the batsu game Sousuke and Makoto had to do because they lost (dressing up and taking obnoxiously cute photos).

With everyone back in Japan, there’s lots of talking and... stuff.  Then they all go back to their hometowns for New Year’s.  There’s a scene of Haru and Makoto in that place where the fireworks scene took place in Eternal Summer, and Makoto is about to tell Haru something, but then his phone rings and he remembers that he promised his siblings he would do something with them, so he runs off, leaving Haru alone.

There’s also a scene of Ikuya and Asahi swimming alone in a pool at night.  They praise each other’s swimming, saying how they’ve both been impressed with one another since middle school.

And there’s a scene with Hiyori in Kyoto (looks like he’s at Kiyomizudera, but it’s night time and is that place open at night??), and Kaede approaches him.  They talk.

Haru goes to Iwatobi Elementary and is standing under that sakura tree when Rin finds him.  Haru talks about how they’ll challenge the international tournament next year, and they can do it! because they’ll be together.  Rin tells him that he and Ikuya both have decided not to participate next year; they’re going to go pro instead.  Haru gets really upset, because they’re abandoning him and he’ll be all alone.

Then he gets possessed by the ghost of Albert and basically tells Rin to piss off and that he doesn’t need him or anyone anymore.

The end!  To be continued in seven months!  =D

Other bits:

Though the character count has exploded, I felt there was a good balance between showing what everyone was up to, while still keeping the focus on Haru, as the main character.

60% of the movie was flashbacks to stuff that happened throughout the entire series.  Saving money on animation, or trying to hammer in the memories before the grand finale?  You decide.

Flashbacks also includes the animation from the original commercial that started this all.  =D

The English voice actors for Albert and Old Guy can not act for shit.  >_<  It’s so jarring.

I’m pretty sure I didn’t hear any OLDCODEX.  I knew they were on hiatus; I didn’t think they’d pull the song from the movie at the last minute.  (Unless that was them, and it’s a totally new style than what we’re used to.)

If you’re here for the shipping, you’re going to be disappointed.  There was very little.

There was a preview for the next movie, but literally the only thing I remember is “REI~!! <3″

They also showed the main image for the next movie, which is almost the exact same as this movie’s (see above), except instead of looking pissy, Haru’s expression is incredibly soft.

The end~!

[sadlysoulx]

HAIKYUU SALTY BOi CHARACTERS REACTING TO YOU BEING BADASS TO THEM part 2

(they're you're boyfriend)

⚠️⚠️⚠️: Swear words

Suna

Let's give it up for the salty lazy ass that wants to take over the king of saltiness (aka Tsukki)

Got pissed off by the fact you wanted to hang out when all he wanted to do is laze back on the couch

Because of his unacceptable attitude he got what he deserves from the badass girlfriend/boyfriend of his.

"Rin!" You stomped your feet in annoyance. You embarrassingly looked away from people who stared at you.

Or rather at the person who was laying down on the cold tiled floor of the mall.

Suna was sprawled on the floor, his eyes closed not really caring about how people stared at him. But you are pretty sure he was awake.

The both of you were near the entrance of the mall. A while ago, once the two of you entered, Suna decided to be childish and lay down on the tiled-floor.

Considering the location you were currently in, the bodyguard standing by the Mall's sliding doors constantly looks at Suna, probably considering if he should kick him out.

"Rin~" you whined, bending down to pick up his arm about to pull him up but he slapped your hand away. "Why are you like this?!"

"I was fine. . ." He mumbled, not opening his eyes. "I was fine laying on my bed scrolling through tiktok, and then here I am. . ." His tone was sharp it send shivers down your spine. "Walking around the fucking mall,"

The people, that have gathered around to see what is happening, flinched at his choice of words. You wished he would stop this unacceptable attitude of his. But you knew he wouldn't stop.

Suna sassy mode: on

Suna opened his eyes staring at the clean ceiling of the mall. "What are we even going to do here? You are broke, remember that, you can't go shopping with that empty wallet of yours,"

Your blood boiled. The people around the both of you stared at your small figure, wanting to see what would you do next.

"Or Maybe. . ." Suna mumbled but loud enough for all to hear. Your heart dropped. He won't stop until he get what he wants.

To embarrass you and to teach you a lesson.

A kind boyfriend he is, isn't he?

"Maybe you wanted to go around and flirt with other guys. So that maybe you can make me jealous and so that I can fuc—"

You laughed. You laughed before he can finish that sentence. He was desperate to leave the mall so he spat venomous words at you without knowing. Being the considerate partner you are, you tried to brush it off whenever this happens. But not this time.

Y/n badass mode: on

You stopped laughing and you looked around to see people looking at you in amusement.

"Is my baby Suna upset?" You spat his name with so much venom, it made Suna sit up, propping himself with his elbows. His face remained neutral but just because you know to yourself that you haven't went full on badass.

"What the heck Y/n—"

"Oh here we are! The prince of saltiness running out of comebacks and insults," You clapped and tuned to the other people, making them awkwardly clap with you.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You looked down at Suna.

"Well, why does it look like to you?"

Suna remained silent.

"I just wanted to go home," he mumbled.

You stare at him before saying, "You should have asked nicely," You sighed, placing you hands on you hips.

"We can go now?" Suna looked up with you with a slight hope.

You hummed and tapped and your chin, pretending as if you were thinking about it. In your peripheral vision, you saw Suna slumped back knowing you aren't done yet.

"How about no?" People around you stared at you with shock along with Suna.

"I only give those deserving stuff to deserving people," you smiled, batting your lashes at him. Suna awkwardly shifted on the ground, you knew he doesn't like getting unwanted attention. But he started this, so you're gonna finish it.

"And you know what you deserve?" You asked slowly and he shook his head in the same manner, fear slightly glinting in his eyes.

You reached in your bag, pulling out a water bottle. You twisted it open and immediately dumped the water in Suna's head. People around you watch in shock, mouth agape open. Gasps filling the tense atmosphere.

Suna had his head hung low, his hair damped wildly and obnoxious amounts of water drops dripped into his shirt damping it. He slowly look up, glaring at you.

People started to laugh.

"Fuck you,"

"I'm sorry baby but I'm going to ban it for a month,"

His eyes widen as people's laugh started to become louder.

"Wait— Y/n. . . Baby. . ."

You bend down to him, staring at his once lazy eyes but now we're laced with embarrassment and anger.

"I'm sorry," you stood up and spun the keys of Suna's car around your pointer finger.

"Wait that's mine—"

"Borrowing it," you simply said as people widely smiled at your badass side.

"Hey—" you started to walk away. "How will I get home?!"

"That's your problem!" You called out, walking out the the exit of the mall. You turned to see Suna trying to stand out but ended up slipping at the watery mess. As of sensing your gaze, he looked up and then glared at you.

You know you're so dead.

You know he might "punish" you.

But you didn't care, now that you've made him learn a lesson.

You laughed to yourself as you drive away.

Not knowing Suna is going to make it a long night.

[sneezefiction]

answers

oikawa x reader

desc: oikawa changes some lyrics in taylor swift’s song “love story”

a/n: please keep in mind that most of this is just humorous & there’s no serious characterization in this particular story. i laughed a lot while writing it :,,) for @cutiekawa because you gave me the idea; thank you for that! and also for @seroto-rin because this is very similar to your husband’s lyric changing habits lol – i still laugh whenever i think about it <3 warnings: language, mentions drinking/being drunk

wc: 3k

— It’s 2 am when you hear Oikawa pattering down the hallway and past your room. From the gentle footsteps and the occasional whisper of “shit” when the floor creaks, it's obvious that he’s trying to stay quiet.

But his attempts are in vain because, one, you’re wide awake and, two, he’s just knocked over an empty beer can from earlier. It was probably the one he’d left on the hall table – you’d told him to throw it away but he’d refused saying that he’d “throw it away in the morning when his arms weren’t so tired.” 

This is just karma.

The clatter of the aluminum on wooden floors echoes throughout the dorm. A much louder, especially frustrated, “fuck” follows right after it.

The word, though crass, sounds deceptively attractive on his tongue. But most things Oikawa-related just happen to be attractive. 

You muffle your laughter with a blanket. He’s probably disoriented from the alcohol – it’s only been an hour and 5 drinks each since you both called it a night. You’d headed straight to bed but he’d fallen asleep on the couch where you left him, hair a-mess and lips parted.

But, for someone who used to stay out till daybreak on weekends, he’s spent most Fridays hanging out with you instead.

This weekend was no different.

Oikawa ordered Thai takeout, you found a mindless Netflix series to binge, both of you had a little too much to drink, laughter ensued, the doe-eyed boy found his head in your lap, and…

You pull a face – one that goes unseen because of the dark, but you make it anyway.

Okay, that last part was a little different.

He’d had his head in your lap.

His head… in your… lap.

And, if you’re not mistaken (or delirious), you’d had your hands in his hair, twirling strands and tracing circles at the base of his neck. A foggy image of him gazing up at you with softened eyes, deep chocolate in color, begins to solidify. 

That lazy smile, a hand on your thigh, tresses tickling your skin...

You turn over in your bed, bunching up your sheets and holding them close to you like a shield of fabric — a flimsy, make-shift defense against tipsy mind-wandering. It isn’t very effective.

Your brain is not wandering but racing around this hand-in-hair realization.

Like an iron rod poking at hot embers, these prodding memories make your cheeks grow hotter by the millisecond. You bury your face in your pillow, embarrassment tight in your throat. 

Somehow you’d forgotten that he’d practically climbed into your lap. You’re not in the clear quite yet, but your brain is functioning well enough that it wishes you’d had a little more to drink – just enough to forget about it entirely. You starfish out on your bed, arms and legs dramatically splayed across the mattress.

Do (hot, charming, charismatic, windswept) flatmates usually get this... cuddly? Is that normal?

Does Iwaizumi wrap his arms around his roomies after a long day and a few bottles? How about Mattsun? Makki…?

Okay, no, none of them really seem like the type to get up close and personal with their roommates without good reason. Well, maybe Makki, but he’d do it to be a pain in the ass – not to charm the living-hell out of someone.

You try to take in a deep breath and wrap your head around what this means for you… but end up inhaling a feather from your pillow instead. As you hack and cough, you try to smother the noise in more cloth material – you really didn’t need him coming into your room, much less leaning over your bed to check on you.

Oikawa is messing with your head. 

If you knew any better, you’d have run away screaming the moment he’d asked you to room with him. No one that pretty and charismatic is good news. At least, not when it comes to shared housing.

But, here you are, writhing under the covers and hot like a fever all because he couldn’t keep to himself. Screw him and his charming smile for putting you in this position.

He either knows you’re crushing like he’s the last man on earth or he’s blissfully unaware and way too physically affectionate for his own good. 

You don’t dare consider that he likes you back though. Only deer and Olympic athletes made leaps like that. Oikawa had too many admirers… an irritating amount.

The blankets scrunch even tighter between your fists, likely thanking their maker that they don’t have nerve endings.

Every fiber of your being is begging to know if these feelings are reciprocated. You’d hate to live out the rest of this semester knowing the boy down the hall may not like you back. Worse, that he finds out you think he’s hot shit and doesn’t like you back – that would be unrequited love at its finest.

But, with a degree and your mental health on the line, why should you care about such minor, itty bitty, pointless details. 

This isn’t that big a deal.

And even if he did like you back? Well, Oikawa isn’t someone you can simply “pin down.” He comes with a distinctive, dramatic personality and a meddling side. Not to mention, he’s already the embodiment of chaos – he’s proven this to be true over the past 4 months he’s lived with you.

There’s a familiar squeak of the shower faucet handle and the hiss of hot water. You jump at the sound.

Maybe he’d forgotten, but your bedroom shares a very thin wall with the bathroom. Though you recall him saying he wanted to take a shower earlier, so you guess that he’s only just remembered.

You pick up your phone, blue light casting a less-than angelic glow on your sleepy face. You pray that TikTok will have some sort of life-changing “I’m in love with my hot, crazy flatmate” advice. Or that it will distract you from your inner turmoil. Either would be appreciated but the latter seems more likely.

Scrolling slowly, you get through about 3 videos before something else catches your attention.

There’s a deep reverberation buzzing through your wall. A gentle hum, much like a shower-concert lullaby.

But the noise is getting louder. And the humming? A lot more lyrical.

You shift into a sitting position, propping yourself up with your hands. With your side sunken into a pillow, you press your ear against the cool drywall. Your ears tune into the sound.

Oikawa, voice confident and free, is… singing.

“...But you were everything to me, I was begging you ‘please don’t go’…”

But he’s not just singing.

“And I said…”

He’s belting Taylor Swift with the enthusiasm of an 11-year-old Swiftie super-fan. Like the world would end if he didn’t put enough passion into this performance. Like the showerhead is his microphone and the surrounding tiles are his adoring audience.

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting; all that's left to do is run...”

Most people would be pissed if their friend were singing in the shower at 2 am… but you can’t find it in yourself to be anything but enamored.

God, you hate him for doing this right now. Hate that he’s inadvertently endearing you to him. Hate that, no matter what you do, he’s somehow always there.

Pressed up against you on the couch, meeting you for dinner at his favorite restaurant, fussing at each other over a shitty cup of coffee in your even shittier kitchen, calling you when he needs somebody to keep him company at the library… 

“You'll be the prince & I'll be the princess…”

And now he’s accidentally serenading you with Taylor’s “Fearless” album. In the shower.

You facepalm, sinking into your hands, exasperated and just so… done.

You sink back down into the bedsheets, wishing your earbuds were nearby to drown out the regrettably adorable performance. 

“It's a love story y/n, just say ‘Yes.’”

And your heart drops, panic setting in like the touch down of a whirling tornado. A fire tornado. A fire tornado with frogs and lizards and sharp objects spinning around inside of it.

What… did he just say?

The lyrics… they were muffled. You definitely heard them incorrectly. You… you just need to get your ears checked. Yes, that’s it. That’s all there is to it. You’ll schedule an appointment first thing tomorrow morning.

Because who the fuck sings like that at 2 am in a shared dorm? And who the fuck puts someone else’s name into a song like that? No one? Yes, no one.

Especially not the Oikawa Tooru.

And especially not with your name.

Because that’s just... weird.

The grip on your phone is mighty – thank God for durable glass because any other material would’ve splintered or shattered in your hold. 

But what the hell.

“Y/n, save me, I've been feeling so alone,” he sings as though he were Beyoncé’s son.

This time it’s clear as day. Oikawa is definitely still out of it and he’s undoubtedly singing your name.

No, no, no.

“I keep waiting for you but you never come…”

You bolt out of bed, feet hitting the floor at lightning-strike speed.

“Is this in my head? I don't know what to think,”

In one swift movement, you fling the bedroom door open and rush down the hall. You shouldn’t be listening to this. 

“He knelt to the ground & pulled out a ring, and said...”

And before you can stop your hand, it’s knocking rapidly on the bathroom door.

There’s a gasp, what you assume to a bar of soap hitting the shower floor, and an abrupt silence that follows.

You’d only wanted to stop him from singing.

However, you hadn’t thought through what you were going to say to him about this whole... lyrical mess. Your face feels like the surface of the sun, burning and flaring and flushing. What are you supposed to do now?

Oikawa speaks up, voice quiet, “Hello?”

Shit.

Maybe if you’re careful you can get yourself out of this. Just act like you didn’t hear anything and bring it up tomorrow when you’re both thinking straight. A thorough and sober discussion would be needed.

You had questions. Questions that needed answers.

Why did he have his head in your lap? Had you said anything to him that you’d regret later? Does he like you? Where should you two place your boundaries if he doesn’t like you back? And why Taylor Swift?

“Y/n, is that you?” He asks, nonchalantly.

Who else would it be?

The handle squeaks and, with that, the water stops. Only the gentle swirl of the drain and the occasional drips and drops from the showerhead are audible.

It’s too late. You’re already there. You’ve knocked and, in doing so, you’ve sealed your fate.

“...Yes,” is your whisper of a reply.

“What’s up? Was I too loud for you?”

You’ve got the entire building on high-alert singing that loudly.

...is what you would say if you weren’t currently imploding. This is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. And nothing you ever want to experience again.

“Um, yeah, sorry.” You look down at your shuffling feet.

The hallway is pitch black, hardly allowing for even a mere shadow. Rushing out of your room, you’d forgotten to turn on even a single light.

You hear him step onto the tile floor and the rustle of a tower from the bathroom closet.

“Wait, can we talk?” He asks as though it weren’t the question of the fucking year. “I mean, preferably after I get out of the bathroom.” There’s a lack of tact to his words.

This isn’t the charming Oikawa you’re used to. This is a blunt… confusingly straightforward Oikawa.

His tone wavers like maybe he’d had a little more to drink than you’d last remembered. Your memory was proving to be disappointingly unreliable tonight.

You swallow thickly, “Sure.”

Because what else can you say?

“Can I stop by your room in a minute?”

You take a deep breath, “Yeah.”

And you patter back to your no-longer very safe haven. Oikawa is about to infiltrate your space… with your permission. And the weapons he’ll bring will either harpoon you or leave you emotionally paralyzed – whether that emotional paralysis is a good or bad thing will be decided in the near future.

Your bed, though soft and blanket-covered, looks far less appealing now. It may as well be a bed of nails because you would rather hide beneath it than sit atop it.

But you sit anyway, letting the mattress dip and the springs twang.

The bathroom door cries as it opens, putting you on edge. Your heart is pounding like a drum at a summer festival – hotter and louder with every beat.

The trod of footsteps tells you he’s approaching and, sure enough, the open door reveals Oikawa.

With only a lamp to brighten the space, he’s more contoured than usual. His hair is wet and heavy against his head, taking on an even darker brown than before. You’ve seen him fresh out of the shower before, but this… is different. Oikawa’s shirt sticks to his chest slightly – he must’ve thrown it on without drying off fully to get to you faster.

He takes a few steps into your room, choosing to lean his back against a wall next to your work desk. Oikawa brings his hands behind his back, pressing his weight into them. Brown eyes flicker from you to the wall behind you and back again.

Naturally, tension lays thick as a fog in the air space. 

“Hey, I’m…”

You cut him off, “You don’t have to say sorry! It’s… it’s okay.” 

Oops, you’d said that a little too loud. Not that it mattered much after Oikawa’s passionate performance.

An eyebrow raises and confusion sparks across his face. Your body freezes.

He brings a hand behind his neck. “Oh, I was just gonna say that I’m still kinda drunk.”

You knew that much. Though you really thought he’d say something other than that. Preferably something about the, uh, devoted love-song?

Why is he acting so casual right now? Is this even Tooru? Had he read too many alien conspiracies and been abducted for learning too much about extraterrestrials? 

Maybe he doesn’t realize you’d even heard him say your name in the shower.

“Oh... right.” You say slowly, lips staying parted at the end of your sentence.

“Which… probably isn’t good for either of us,” Different words drawl out and there’s a soft slur to some syllables, but at least he’s easy to understand, “me drinking too much, I mean.”

“Yeah,” you mutter.

“I think we should both just go to bed then.”

Your chest tightens. Of course, you want answers.

They’re likely embarrassing, face-reddening, Taylor Swift-centric answers. But you want them, nonetheless.

Although, it’s probably for the best that you don’t bring this up tonight. It was all probably a joke or a harmless accident – and, anyway, he admitted to being drunk.

“Right.”

“But I think you should know that I like you. A lot.”

“Yeah,” you respond again, automatically.

There’s another heavy silence. The pretty boy just stares at you, cherry colors tinting his cheeks but showing no expression of fear or embarrassment. You stare back, processing his words at turtle-like speeds.

The words tumble out, “Wait, say that again?” You double back, your own face reheating to its earlier temperature.

“I’m gonna be mad at myself in the morning if I don’t leave right now. And I really need to stop listening to that stupid song,” Oikawa says to himself. 

“But I wanted to see how you would respond if I changed the lyrics,” the words are pointed back at you again.

He stands up, feet moving slowly toward the doorway. Did he just… completely ignore your question?

Your jaw drops, “Did…” you can hardly speak.

Clearing your throat, you try again, focusing intently on your words, “...did you mean for me to hear you?”

“...Maybe.” He draws out the “e,” looking back at you.

That’s it. He’s lost his fucking mind. You’re going to strangle him. 

No TikTok advice could have prepared you for the monstrosity that is Oikawa Tooru. How Iwaizumi put up with that... that child for all these years, you have no idea.

You have to make a note of sending him a “get well” card, because nobody could be mentally okay after dealing with him for that long.

“B- but… why? What?” You stammer out, back stiff as a board.

“You like me don’t you?” He tilts his head, hair flopping cutely with it.

You gape like a fish, mouth opening and closing.

And it’s not that you don’t want to respond.

It’s that you can’t. You have no words. You vocal chords are on a panic-induced lockdown.

Because he knew.

He knew this entire time. Which you thought he might, but that doesn’t make the situation any less infuriating.

“And I like you back.”

You’re dumbfounded. You can’t think. This is ridiculous.

You open your mouth once more but he has no intention of continuing this conversation.

“Sleep well!” Without further comment, Oikawa flashes you a sleepy smile and begins scampering back to his room after having wreaked havoc on your poor heart.

Your voice comes back just in time for you to wake up the entire building once more,

“No, you get your ass back here and explain yourself!”

[chronic-claire-universe]

Tokyo Revengers: Heavenly Kings RockBand AU

In this ice cream parlour even in the deepest hours of the night we want to forget about what happened in last chapter so here:

RockBand AU, the band called “Heavenly Kings” formed by 5 people, imagine them playing: Maneskin - I Wanna Be Your Slave

LINE UP

Singer: Ran Haitani

Solo Guitar: Takashi Mitsuya

Rhythm Guitar: Shion Madarame

Bassist: Chifuyu Matsuno

Drums: Ken Ryuguji

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, 18+

“Not again pigtail!” a voice shouts from the backstage, “Draken dressing like this means having girls, having girls means selling our new album and paying the rent for the house!” Ran explains putting the long customed kimono, Mitsuya’s sister specially prepared for him. Every member of the band trusted Mana for their stage clothes, “I don’t mind using them, it’s comfy and I don’t want to disappoint my little sister” Mitsuya says calm while according his guitar, “THAT’S BECAUSE YOU DON’T FUCKIN PLAY THE DRUMS!” Draken shouts, reality was that he felt ridicoulous wearing those eccentric clothes, “Then we can decide by show of hands” Chifuyu suggest, Ran smirks looking at Shion who’s asleep on the couch, “Wake up idiot it’s time to play!” Ran says to Shion who confused, opens his eyes, “Let me fuckin sleep, that fuckin girl got me dried wanting my cock all the day!” Shion says vulgarly says “Whatever Ran decides it’s ok by me!” he continues. A sigh comes from a defeated Draken who gets off his hoodie and start to put his western kimono jacket with bare chest showing. Heavenly Kings’ trade mark, elegant jackets, chiseled chest and abs on the view, Chifuyu smiling happily turns to Mitsuya and says “Maybe tonight I will find a girl!” a loud laugh is heard from Shion who says “If someone notices you let me know, otherwise I’ll give you one of the chicks on the first line”, but suddenly an arm surrounds Chifuyu’s shoulders “No one wants the loose chicks who fucks with every musician in Tokyo Shion”. It wasn’t that Ran hadn’t experience with people, but he prefer choosing someone more reserved than some girls who just wanted him for his figures, Draken has Emma and he wasn’t even looking other girls, Mitsuya only wanted to play and Chifuyu well, we know.

“Ok guys it’s time” the club’s manager says, indicating the way to the stage, a door opened and bright and colorful lights alert people that the long awaited 5 guys were starting! “HEAVENLY KINGS HERE FOR YOU!” Ran says as soon he hits the stage making girls and boys screaming in excitement “Ran I love you!” “DRAKEN!”Emma shouts from the bar with Mikey and Hina, Rindou staied in silence embarassed to say anything about his brother. “Ok this is I wanna be your slave, let’s sing together!”  “ I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master... I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster ,'Cause you can be the beauty. And I could be the monster!” guitars and bass start following the rhythm and Chifuyu starts to jump hyping, someone launch him slip making him blush and mistake some notes. Ran sinously takes Mitsuya mic stand and watching him he smiles making fangirls scream at the scene, Mitsuya just smirks and from behind Draken look up to the ceiling because he can’t believe that his singer can be such a stupid. Sweat starts to form on the drummer after a while and suddenly when he recognize it’s time for his solo the one of the drumsticks flees from his sweaty hand making the drummer takes one from his behind and standing up he goes crazy leaving his jacket and starts crashing the drums cymbal singing the chorus making the public follow his lead, the delirium is everywhere, people drunk moshing, girls with bare chest who screams everyone of the band’ names hyping them, especially Shion who suddenly jumps from the stage and plays his only solo in front of some girls who try to hug tim. Time leaps and when Ran announces the end of the concert thanking everyone from the public and presenting his bandmates, “And finally the dork! Our singer, the one who can’t help but tease everyone from the public with his charm, RAN HAITANI!” Draken and Mitsuya say together making Ran protest like a whiny baby.

“Did you really needed to do that?” Ran says cleaning the make up with some cotton wet with makeup remover “We needed, you’ve been such a tease! I told it wasn’t comfy playing with this jacket!” Draken replies trying to explain his mistakes, suddenly a knock on the door is heard, “Don’t want to reject the nth bitch who came to fuck whoever she wants” Ran says a bit pissed off, “Hey it’s just us nii-san” Rindou says opening the door followed by Emma and Mikey, “Ah ok sit down” he says smiling with half face with make up. “Fuyu, did you get the numeber of slip’s owner!” Ran continous as he even forgot why he was angry, “Ohh-oh she’s waiting for me at the bar!” he says blushing, suddenly a rain of condoms falls on him, everyone of the band launched different condoms, of different size and Chifuyu blushed “I’m not fuckin her idiots!” Chifuyu says, bewildered by his bandmates act, “Rookie” they say in unison only Mitsuya seems to have some mercy for the bassplayer “Just do what you feel to do, we take your things, see you tomorrow!” “Yee tomorrow virgin!” Shion shouts, “Tomorrow atta boy” Draken says patting his head, and Ran just smirks and says “Have fun!”.

“Bets?” Emma says suddenly making everyone flinch, “W-what?!” Draken replied shocked, “Mmm I’m in, 6 rounds the first one 1 minute and the others increase every of ten minutes everytime” Rindou says “I agree with Rin” Ran says, “Just two long 20 minutes each” Mitsuya says, “He runs away after coming 2 minutes after starting” Shion says placing a piece of 50, “Are we really using money’s merch to bet about Chifuyu first fuck?” Draken says still shocked, “The one that loose is going to bring back everything from here” Ran says as it was nothing “Ok I agree with Mitsuya, but then he will run cause he can’t leave Peke J alone for too much” .

Who’s gonna win? We will discover only on next story!

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