#and the timeskip hair is balanced

[1-800-roflmao]

Just hit me that Mic styled his hair swooping forward as a teen, then swooped back in his twenties to early thirties, and now in the leaks, late thirties, he has it styled going directly up, barely any swoop.

So... in a way, it was a logical next step xD

[kurooh]

QUICKIES ! — HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. he thinks the rush and risk of a quickie with you is the best feeling ever.

⟡ feat. timeskip! miya atsumu, bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō.

⟡ warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, creampies, oral sex [m&f], cum swallowing, wall sex, public sex & exhibitionism, degradation, fingering, squirting, sex against a window, not proofread !!

⟡ xoxo, juno: my heart goes out to the neglected haikyuu fans on my blog. this is for you <3

— MIYA ATSUMU.

“tsumu,” you pant, head falling back into the lockers behind you with a small thud that’s unheard over the sound of skin against skin.

you’re balancing on one jelly-like leg, back pressed into the lockers, the other leg hanging on his arm, toes curling. “oh, right there, tsumu, please,” a breathy whimper leaves your parted lips, and he angles his hips slightly, snapping his cock into you harder. each thrust punches the air out of your lungs, and atsumu knows he won’t be able to last much longer if you keep clenching like this, your pretty face scrunched with pleasure from him.

“fuck, babe— ughhh, yer so pretty like this..” he buries his face in your neck, the pace of his hips becoming unsteady and erratic as he gets closer and closer to coming undone inside you. in the not so far distance, you hear talking and laughing, but ignore it.

your pussy throbs, gummy walls sucking him deep, and he groans out your name, pressing you harder into the lockers. “mmmh, ‘m gonna cum, where d’ya—”

“inside, want it in me,” you cut him off with a whiny plea, “want it dripping out while i watch the game.”

your hand races to press into the small of his back, in an attempt to make sure he doesn’t pull away or out. with a grumble of your name that makes his chest shake, he cums inside of you, just as a door opens nearby.

“tsumu,” you whisper in a panic when he doesn’t make any move to pull out after a few seconds, effectively plugging you full of his cum, “we have to get dressed for your game, y-your friends—”

“nah,” atsumu huffs, staring at your flexing pussy; his cum drips from you, slipping down your thighs mesmerizingly. he practically has hearts in his eyes looking up and down your body.

“i think we’re a little early, kiyoomi,” hinata’s bright voice is suddenly a few rows of lockers away.

“prep before a game is most important,” sakusa replies sternly, “practice and a shower before always guarantees a win, shōyo.”

atsumu’s already in his shorts, helping you pull on an msby jersey, stamped with his number on the back. his cum drips from your cunt as you quickly move past his teammates with a wave, mumbling a dumb excuse as you race out the door.

“atsumu,” sakusa pulls on his mask almost immediately, his guard up. “surely you noticed your girlfriend wearing the jersey backwards.”

— BOKUTO KŌTARŌ.

“you’re gonna win, kou, i promise,” you interrupt your boyfriend’s enthusiastic and nervous rambling, lips trailing over his inner thighs.

“i-i know, but this game is important!” he emphasizes, swallowing thickly as your fingers hook into the waistband of his shorts and boxers. the clothing slides down his thighs, settling at his knees, and you inch closer to his cock — rock hard, hot to the touch, tip sticky with precum.

bokuto chokes out a hushed groan, tangling his fingers in your hair and cupping the back of your head the second you take him into your mouth. he helps you take his entire length into your mouth, spurring you on with his whines and mumbled curses.

“b-baby, fuck, you’re so perfect, ughhh—”

you choke when you finally make it all the way down to his base, your nose practically touching the coarse hair covering his pelvis. eager hands begin to guide you up and down, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you move. bokuto gasps out a string of hazy apologies when he heard you gag particularly hard, but he doesn’t stop— instead, he cups the back of your head firmly and fucks up into your mouth, the movement of his hips sloppy.

“y-you wan’ me to win, right?” his head drops back, the creaky sounds of the locker room bench growing louder beneath him. with your one of your hands positioned on the wood for support, you feel the bench shaking hard.

you nod, your eyes moving from his abs up to his scrunched face; he’s biting down on his bottom lip, worrying it between his teeth, his golden eyes half lidded and teary.

it’s almost filthy, the way bokuto rises off the bench, pushing you away from him before cupping the back of your head— he draws his hips back, leaving his tip in your mouth, then slams all the way inside.

tears spring to your eyes at the force, and you only move closer to him to allow him to use your mouth, or his ‘good luck charm’ before games.

“hahhh, that’s right, take it just like that,” bokuto grunts, “god, you’re gonna make me cum.”

heat rushes through your body and pools in your pelvis, wetting your panties at his words; his well muscled chest, gleaming with sweat, rises and falls rapidly as he pants. as his orgasm approaches, his thighs and abs tense as he buries himself deep in your throat, pulling you close to his pelvis.

his cock thickens on your tongue, throbbing as he finally fills up your throat with his cum; still sensitive, he whimpers as you swallow around him. slowly, bokuto pulls out of your mouth, his cock still hard.

he quickly pulls up his shorts, tugs you to your feet, and gives you a tight hug. “i’m gonna win today, and it’s all cause of you!” he mumbles excitedly into your neck.

“sounds good, kou,” you laugh, rubbing his back. “after the game, meet me back in the locker room, ‘kay?”

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

“mmmh, princess— loosen up a little for me, can barely move,” hajime hisses into your ear, spreading your thighs a little wider with his free hand. he curls his fingers inside you, prodding at your sweet spot and stretching out your tight pussy with their girth.

your nails press crescents into his strong shoulders through his shirt as you hold him for support in humping yourself onto his fingers. “t-thank you, haji, i needed this, ah!” your voice cracks when he starts to scissor his fingers in and out of you at an unforgiving pace.

“‘course, baby..” he leans in for a chaste kiss, his olive eyes closing as his lips touch yours.

despite being a hardass with his team, shouting and sometimes even swearing at them, hajime would always be gentle and loving with you all the time. often, you are his outlet when it comes to letting off steam — either through soft or rougher sex.

although he’s disciplined and strong willed, he always melts when you cling to him, eyes shining as you take his hand in yours, guiding him inside your shorts to feel your damp panties. “need you, haji,” was all you’d said earlier, and then he had you on his lap with his big fingers buried in your cunt, the two of you tucked away beneath the bleachers of the gym, right before practice starts. hajime always has time for you.

“o-oh, hajime!” you cry, pushing your face into his chest, feeling the muscle beneath his fitted shirt, “i’m c-cumming, ‘m—”

your hips jerk backwards, his fingers slipping out of you, and your face burns as you squirt all over his lap, his hands, and yourself. a sharp gasp leaves you when you realize you’ve soaked him and his clothes, right before practice.

“h-hajime, i’m so sorry, i—”

he cuts you off by grabbing your chin firmly, tugging you to look at him. “don’t be, babygirl,” he lets you go and slowly starts to slide you off his lap, gesturing for you to stand up.

“i just wanted to make you cum, it’s okay, i still have some time to change,” he murmurs, getting on his knees and wasting the changing time; his tongue slides over your wet inner thighs, and he starts to lick up your cum.

your hands tangle in his dark hair, and you pull him closer to your dripping pussy, eyes rolling back when he presses a wet kiss to your clit.

— KUROO TETSURŌ.

“wow, couldn’t even wait till my lunch break, huh? w-what—shit, so tight—a slut.”

kuroo’s words are shaky, grunted out from above you as he fucks you, bent over with your palms pressed against the window. the glass is smeared with the combination of perspiration and your scented lotion that makes him go insane, the one that has him grabbing you all over.

“harder, tetsu..” you whisper, toes curling in your socks; your short skirt is flipped up, panties wet and pulled to the side. he’s supposed to be leaving his office for a meeting in the next 5 minutes, but when you showed up all pretty and flashed him just a little, he couldn’t resist.

the door wasn’t even closed, and here he was pushing his cock inside you and sliding his large hands under your shirt to grab at your tits.

“you like me fuckin’ you with the door open, right in front of the window, hm? fucking you just like a whore, baby.”

your puffy cunt clenches hard around his cock, and your head falls forward with a needy mewl, drinking in the sight of kuroo’s balls smacking into your clit, his cock pounding in and out of you.

“oh?” he slaps your ass, drawing a whimper from your lips that has him gritting his teeth and tossing his head back, “you like being called a whore, don’t you? you like me using your—ughhh, fuck!—s-slutty pussy like this, yeah?”

“yes, tetsu, god yes,” you keen, hands sliding down the glass as your eyes roll back and your back arches for him, “don’t stop don’t stop, please—”

you hope kuroo will be able to cum before his assistant comes by to remind him of the meeting that’s only a few minutes away — you hear her pushing away from her desk to come to his office, and you can’t find it in yourself to care or be any quieter.

[enzstr]

a morning behind the explosions

pairing: timeskip bakugo x reader (married with kids au)

notes: this was waaayy back in my old drafts so enjoy reading :P

The early morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. The soft murmur of your children’s voices could be heard from the kitchen, punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. You smiled, knowing that the morning chaos had already begun—your two kids were always up bright and early, full of energy, ready to face the day.

You rolled over in bed, only to find that Bakugo’s side of the bed was already empty. You sighed with a smile, knowing exactly where he was.

As you stepped into the living room, you were greeted by the sight of Bakugo, his red eyes narrowed in concentration, wearing a faded “Kiss the Cook” apron over his usual black compression shirt. He was standing at the stove, one hand gripping a spatula while the other tried to balance a skillet full of eggs.

"Good morning," you said, leaning against the doorway with a teasing smile. "How’s the kitchen going today?"

Bakugo grunted, not turning to face you. “Don’t laugh. I’m making breakfast, alright? The kids wanted pancakes.”

You watched him flip an egg with surprising precision for someone who usually preferred to blow things up rather than cook. Despite his fiery personality, Bakugo had become a surprisingly competent cook over the years—especially after the birth of your first child. He didn’t want to admit it, but you knew he loved taking care of his family, even in the little things.

“Do they always expect you to cook?” you asked, stepping into the kitchen and moving to the counter to grab a cup of coffee.

“Yeah, well, they love my pancakes,” Bakugo said with a huff, his back still to you. “And if I let you cook, they’ll be crying ‘cause you’re too slow.”

You chuckled, watching as your youngest, a rambunctious four-year-old boy, scampered over to the kitchen table. His bright blond hair—so similar to his father's—was a mess, sticking up in all directions.

"Daddy! Can I have the biggest pancake?" he asked, his wide, eager eyes shining up at Bakugo.

"Quit being so damn greedy," Bakugo grumbled, but his voice had softened. He slid a plate of pancakes onto the table for your son. "Eat this first, then we’ll talk about the ‘biggest’ pancake."

Your heart swelled as you watched Bakugo gently serve his son, his gruff demeanor melting just a little when it came to his kids. It was a side of him that you had fallen in love with—the fierce hero, the protective husband, the devoted father.

As your son dug into his food, your daughter, who was just a year older, strolled into the room with her hair tied up in a messy bun. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, still half-asleep, but already demanding attention.

“Mom, can you make my pancakes in the shape of a heart today?” she asked, her voice still sleep-ridden but sweet as can be.

You smiled at her, walking over to give her a quick hug before turning to your husband. “I think she’s requesting a little extra love this morning,” you teased.

Bakugo rolled his eyes but was already pulling out a second skillet to make heart-shaped pancakes. He didn’t say anything, but his subtle smirk told you that he didn’t mind.

“Are you still planning to take them to the park later?” you asked, stirring your coffee.

“Yeah,” Bakugo replied as he flipped another pancake. “I said I’d take ‘em, so I will.” He turned to look at you, his fiery red eyes softening. “You can stay here and rest. You’ve been working all week. I got this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m not going to sit on the couch while you do all the work.”

“Tch, I don’t need you hovering over me,” he muttered, but his voice was softer than usual. “It’s not a big deal.”

You gave him a knowing smile, watching as he poured batter into the pan, a small frown on his face as he tried to make sure the pancakes were perfectly shaped. “You’re getting good at this.”

Bakugo shot you a glare, but there was no heat in it. “You don’t need to act so surprised. I’m not some idiot who can’t learn stuff.”

You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I’m not surprised. I love seeing this side of you, you know?”

He tensed for a moment, but then relaxed into your embrace. “Shut up,” he muttered, though the faintest blush crept across his cheeks.

Your son, now finished with his pancakes, climbed into Bakugo’s lap. "Daddy, can you play with me later?"

Bakugo gave a small sigh, but the smile that tugged at his lips was soft. “Yeah, I’ll play with you after I finish here.”

You watched them, your heart full as you saw the fatherly bond between them. Despite the explosive nature of his quirks and his harsh exterior, Bakugo was, without a doubt, the most dedicated father. And it was in these small, quiet moments that you saw just how much he cherished being a family man.

You grabbed the plates and began setting the table, glancing over at him. "You know, Katsuki, I’m really proud of you."

He scoffed, but there was no hiding the genuine warmth in his eyes. “Tch, don’t get all sappy. I’m just doing what needs to be done.”

You smiled, kissing his cheek quickly before returning to your task. “Yeah, I know. But that doesn’t mean I’m not proud of you.”

As the morning unfolded, you all sat down together at the table, sharing breakfast and laughs. The chaos of family life, while loud and often overwhelming, was something you had come to cherish. You didn’t need grand gestures from Bakugo—his love for you and the kids was shown in the small moments, in his quiet care and dedication to making sure everything was right.

And in that moment, surrounded by the noise and joy of your family, you knew that no matter how intense the world got, you had your own little piece of peace right here.

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[kateschi]

princesses explode things too!

synopsis: katsuki is tasked with the bedtime story today, and he shows you and your daughter his own version of a princess story.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: princess bakugou when

the quiet hum of the night settles over your home, and as you lean against the doorframe of your daughter’s bedroom, you can’t help but smile.

inside, katsuki sits on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, glaring down at the open storybook in his lap as if it’s personally insulted him.

"alright, brat," he grumbles, his voice low and rough as he tries to keep it from waking her up. "you wanted a story, so listen up. we’ve got a badass queen, explosions, and—"

your daughter, tucked under the covers with wide, eager eyes, interrupts him, her small voice cutting through the intensity of his storytelling. "papa, I want a princess story!"

bakugou’s brow furrows, his signature scowl deepening. "a princess story? that’s lame. why would you want a princess when you can have a warrior queen blowing things up?"

"princesses can fight too!" she insists, her tiny fists balled up in determination, a spark in her eyes that reminds you of her father.

you stifle a laugh, watching the interaction unfold. katsuki, in all his gruffness, isn’t built for soft, fluffy stories. still, he’s trying.

"fine," he mutters, flipping a page aggressively.

"once upon a time, there was a queen. but she wasn’t some weakling waiting to be saved, got it? she had explosions in her hands, just like me, and she blew up anyone who tried to mess with her."

your daughter giggles, her smile wide as she squirms under the blankets. "she had explosions?!"

"yeah, yeah," katsuki waves her off, but his lips twitch into a small, almost imperceptible smile.

"and she didn’t need any stupid prince to save her either. she took down a dragon by herself—boom!" he claps his hands together for emphasis, making your daughter laugh even harder.

you take the opportunity to step further into the room, catching katsuki’s attention. his eyes soften the moment he sees you, though his grumpy expression remains firmly in place.

"everything going alright in here?" you tease, crossing your arms as you lean against the wall.

he shoots you a look, his tone sarcastic.

"yeah, just perfect. you will be the death of me, kid," he mutters under his breath, but you notice the way he gently brushes a strand of hair from d/n’s face, his touch almost tender despite the rough words.

your daughter beams up at you. "mama, papa’s telling me a princess story! but she’s really strong, and she blows things up!"

you raise an eyebrow, looking between the two of them. "sounds intense. shouldn’t this be a bedtime story?"

katsuki sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. "I’m trying, alright? but she keeps asking for princesses. what am I supposed to do?"

you chuckle softly, moving closer to the bed as katsuki grumbles under his breath. "maybe you should throw in a castle or two. something soft to balance out the explosions?"

katsuki rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue, turning back to your daughter, who’s still gazing up at him with adoration.

"fine. the warrior queen had a giant, unbreakable castle. but instead of waiting around inside, she’d climb to the top and jump off it like a badass—"

"katsuki!" you scold, lightly tapping his arm. "that’s not calming."

your daughter, however, is delighted, giggling uncontrollably at the idea. "like a pro-hero! like you, daddy!"

he shoots you a smug grin, clearly proud of himself for entertaining her. "see? she loves it."

with a playful sigh, you sink down on the bed beside them. "alright, let’s compromise. maybe after she jumps off the castle, she finds a... magical garden with flowers and—"

"and traps!" katsuki adds, smirking as he leans into the story again. "where she fights off anyone dumb enough to step foot in it. but she doesn’t get scratched ‘cause she’s too fast."

your daughter is practically bouncing now, excitement filling the room as she claps her hands together. "she sounds so cool!"

"of course she is!" katsuki boasts. he glances over at you, his expression softening a bit. "but after all that, she finally goes to sleep. ‘cause even the strongest queens need to rest, right?"

your daughter yawns as if on cue, her eyelids drooping despite her best efforts to stay awake. "right..." she murmurs, snuggling deeper into the blankets.

you exchange a look with katsuki, both of you smiling as she finally gives in to sleep. katsuki leans down, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead before pulling the covers up to her chin.

as you both stand and quietly make your way out of the room, katsuki glances at you with a grin. "told you my version would work."

you hum with a roll of your eyes before asking, "by the way, who is the badass queen?"

he looks at you. "you, obviously," he says, rolling his eyes before smirking. "my very badass wife."

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[caelivir]

haze | suna rintarou

synopsis. on nights when you doubt yourself, suna rintarou reminds you who you are.

pairing. suna rintarou x fem!reader | wc. 2.6k | genres. timeskip!suna, fwb!suna, late night convos, insecurity, comfort | warnings. sex mentioned/implied, alcohol consumption on reader’s part and a little bit on suna’s

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on the nights you can’t sleep, everything hits you. failed relationships. bad decisions. thoughts of the unknown. it all piles on top of your mind until it crushes you. such worries make the room feel suffocating, like the air was suddenly stripped out of it. it makes your throat dry up and your skin itch. sitting in such a feeling drives you insane, and as much as you’d like to stay curled up under the covers to hide, you know that you have to find a way to breathe.

carefully, and without making any drastic movements, you slip out of bed. the cold air hits your naked body, sending shivers down your spine. you find your panties somewhere on the floor and slip them on. you pull the first shirt that you see over your head, and judging by its scent, you assume it to be sunarin’s.

at the thought of him, you fix your gaze onto his side of the bed. with your presence gone, sunarin’s face is illuminated by the moonlight that shines through his curtains. your heart jumps at the sight of him.

sunarin has always been beautiful. even a fool could acknowledge that fact. but it’s moments like these where you swear that he is unparalleled to any guy you’ve ever met.

you watch as his chest rises and falls with steady breaths. he has one arm folded under his head, acting as another pillow. the blankets you share cover him from the waist down, providing you with a partial view of his well-toned body and the marks you left on him. strands of his dark-brown, nearly black hair fall over his forehead.

seeing him so peaceful brings a ghost of a smile onto your face, but it falls just as quickly. you chew your bottom lip, opting to leave the bedroom. you carefully close the door behind you so that you don’t wake up suna.

you wander into his kitchen and open his fridge. to your surprise, there’s a selection of white claws sitting on the bottom rack. sunarin is not much of an individual drinker. he’d rather enjoy it with the company of his friends. the alcohol he does have in his possession are much more potent than a hard seltzer, which isn’t what you’re really looking for. you need balance. you need something that will calm you without you having to wake up to a throbbing head in the morning. hard seltzers are what you look for in those times.

you wonder what he got them for, but you shake that thought off quickly. it’s not your business. you pull the first can you see out of its place before nudging the fridge shut with your foot.

in sunarin’s apartment, a balcony is connected to the living room, separated by a glass door. in need of fresh air, you slide it open. the balcony itself isn’t anything grand. it’s spacious enough, but suna doesn’t care to decorate it lavishly. he says there’s no point. so all there is are two wooden chairs with a tiny, circular table separating them.

you pull out the chair on the right and face it towards the railing. you seat yourself on it before cracking open the white claw before taking a sip. the alcohol part of it tastes funky but it’s bearable with the help of what you realize to be raspberry.

you take a long inhale. the cold air fills your lungs and nips at your insides, but it feels good. you stare at the night sky, counting the stars and admiring the moon that shines above you. below you, you spot two buddies supporting each other, barely able to hold the other up because of the drunken stares of their bodies. you take a swig of your drink. you catch lights from inside buildings flicker on then off, a reminder that life exists everywhere.

for a while, it distracts you. it keeps your mind at bay from the pending worries that are waiting to pounce at you. there’s only so many things you can count until you get bored. the view from sunarin’s balcony is nothing special after all.

but who are you to complain anyway? sunarin has much more in his life to make up for it. he’s got the money to see better views. he’s got a career he loves, an olympic medal, and adoring fans. sunarin’s got it all. he’s got a life one could only dream about.

your life isn’t shitty at all, but it’s nothing spectacular like suna’s. it’s perfectly average. and now that you think about it, why did he settle in an arrangement with someone as plain as you?

before you can ponder that answer, the glass door slides open. you don’t bother looking back. it’s obvious who it is; there’s only one other person in the apartment. the second wooden chair scraps against the floor as suna moves it back. you stare ahead as he effortlessly lifts the circular table and places it on the side. with one arm, he picks up the wooden chair, setting it down next to yours.

his bare arm grazes you as he sits, and you just now realize that he’s still shirtless. you eye suna, and even in his barely awake state, he’s worth ogling over. his black sweatpants sit snugly on his legs, hanging a tad bit low. without the blanket, you’re granted full access to the muscles that your middle blocker friend has spent years honing. light catches around sunarin’s neck, and you register it to be the silver chain that you bought for his birthday. god, you wish you had your phone. his fans would start frothing if they saw him like this.

“bit cold out, no?” you finally catch his eyes, half open but focused on you.

“you’ve got my shirt, babe.” sunarin’s voice is still sleep-ridden, raspy even. “plus, you’re not even wearing pants.”

you look down. he got you. “fair enough.”

there’s a brief silence before you’re speaking again. “what happened? why are you awake?”

“bed was cold.” sunarin responds, and something about the response tugs at your heartstrings, but you ignore it nonetheless and sunarin doesn’t expand on it. “what are you doing out here?”

“thinking.” you say simply.

“about what?”

“you.”

it’s easy to spot that he wasn’t expecting that. sunarin’s eyes widen, and suddenly his brain wakes up. in typical suna fashion, he wipes his shock off, replacing it with an amused smirk. “i’m flattered, babe.”

you hum, opting for another downing of the seltzer. the middle blocker’s fox eyes follow the movements. “i see you’ve found them.”

“huh?” you glance at your hand. “oh. yeah.”

“let me taste it. i’ve never tried them before.” sunarin sticks his hand toward you. you raise an eyebrow but still comply.

the olympian takes a quick swig, pondering the taste on his tongue. he makes a soft noise of satisfaction before handing the can back to you. “it’s not bad.”

“what’d you buy them for?” you question. at least, you can get an answer now.

“they’re for you.” he answers, nodding his head toward you.

you chuckle emptily. “what?”

suna shrugs. “i’ve noticed. you’re the type who wants a drink after sex, but you don’t want anything ridiculously strong, but you’re also not satisfied with the juices i have in the fridge either. so i thought, why not meet in the middle?”

“you noticed that?”

sunarin furrows his eyebrows as if he didn’t understand why it’s so surprising. “‘course i did.”

“you don’t have to, y’know?” you whisper, suddenly feeling small.

“but i want to.” sunarin holds your gaze. it makes your heart pound a bit harder. “it’ll stop you from leaving.” he continues after a moment.

“what do you mean?”

suna clamps his lips shut as if he isn’t sure if he should reveal the reason to you, yet he does anyway. “it’s… weird… when you go. and yeah, you say that you’ll come back, but it feels… lonely in the minutes that you’re gone, and i don’t like it. but now that i think about it, i really should have gone with you. why the fuck did i allow you to leave alone?”

you shrug. “it’s okay. the convenience store is just around the corner. there’s cameras everywhere. i’m still here.”

“i know that.” suna sighs, slumping in his chair with a pout. “i know but still. either way, i just don’t want you going anymore. i feel more secure when i know you’re near.”

“oh.” you breathe out, feeling your blood heat up at those words. “thanks, sunarin.”

the middle blocker’s face scrunches up. “why do you still call me that? i’ve literally been inside you. you can call me rin. it’s fine.”

you roll your eyes at the joke, but the question weighs on you. you purse your lips together in thought. “it doesn’t feel right.”

“why wouldn’t it be?” suna adjusts his position, throwing his arm around your chair. his fingers hang down, barely touching your upper arm, and he’s trained solely on you.

“i mean,” you pause to gather your line of reasoning. “rin feels a lot more intimate.”

“and we’re not already?” sunarin smirks, but it only makes you sigh.

“no. fuck, how do i say it?” you point your gaze upward, poking the inside of your cheek as you think. suna lightly traces patterns on your arm while he waits, his grayish eyes never leaving your face. “it’s a lot more special, like it should be reserved for the people who really mean something to you.”

sunarin’s eyebrows furrow when he catches onto the implication. “are you saying you don’t think you mean anything to me?”

you shrug, beginning to chew on your lower lip. your leg starts subconsciously bouncing up and down. you swirl the contents of your white claw in the can before gulping more of it down. “i don’t know.” the line of formality and informality blurs and confuses you.

“(y/n). i’ve known you since high school.” sunarin reminds you.

“that doesn’t change anything.” you shake your head. “we didn’t reconnect until the twins’ birthday party six months ago.”

that seems to silence the olympian because he knows you’re right, and you let it run for minutes until your mind is gnawing at you, asking you to at least figure out where you stand with suna. “why me of all people, sunarin?”

“what?”

you gesture to the two of you. “this. our arrangement. why’d you choose me?”

“because.”

“because what? i mean, think about it,” you paint the picture for him. “models. idols. actresses. rich girls. you could have anyone you want.”

“sure, but none of them are you.” suna replies earnestly. you know he is, but a part of you is still not sold.

“but how could i possibly be better than them?” you press.

“because i trust you, (y/n). i trust you a lot more than i could ever trust them.” sunarin snaps back, causing you to blink at the outburst. he catches his tone, apologizes, and relaxes. he draws back the arm that was wrapped around your chair. “the spotlight has its perks, but it has its downsides too. it’s the same for anyone remotely famous. you have to keep your guard up at all times. if they find something to drag you for, it can ruin you and the career you’ve worked so hard to build.”

and when you don’t respond, suna ventures off into a different story. “did you know that you were the second person i consulted with about turning pro?”

“second?” you tilt your head, interested to see where this is heading.

“mhm.” he hums. “after kita, of course.”

“why?” you whisper. that seems to be the question of the night. why? why? why?

“you’re the realest person i’ve met, and the easiest to be around,” suna answers simply. “you’re reliable and honest, which is why i knew i could trust you to help me make a life-changing decision. you helped bring me into the place i am today all because you gave me a space where i could be insecure and vulnerable. i don’t need to keep my guard up when i’m around you. i can be me without any worry. you make me feel safe, (y/n). that’s why i chose you.” the middle blocker emphasizes.

you don’t know if it’s the alcohol, or the beauty of sunarin’s words, or maybe a combination of both, but you tears begin to well in your eyes.

suna frowns. his fingers instinctively reach to brush off the tears that cascade down your face. “hey, shh. it’s okay. don’t cry. it’s killing me, doll.” he whispers.

sunarin caresses your face with his large, somehow soft hand. the sight of you in this state makes his heart pound and his breath hitch. your glassy eyes catch every ray of light and the moonlight emphasize your beauty in ways that he never thought possible. you are a goddess bathed in light.

“you are so beautiful.” suna whispers before he’s pressing his lips to yours.

you reciprocate it instantly, eyes fluttering shut. two loose tears breach past, sliding down your face until they meet the corners of your lips. it mixes with the raspberry alcohol on your tongue, making the shared kiss between you and suna a flavor of bittersweet and salty, but neither of you care.

before, in moments of naked intimacy, kisses with suna were hot, desperate even. they made your body weak and took away your mind’s ability to function as his mouth dominated yours. it’s a result of the chemicals in your brain chasing a high.

this kiss is different. it’s a sensation better than anything you’ve ever felt before. it’s a combination of stars forming, tidal waves crashing, and butterflies flapping their wings at mach speed. this kiss makes you feel alive. you’re hyperaware of the heat suna’s touch lights on your face and throughout your entire body. the scent of his bodywash and shampoo intoxicate you. your heart pounds in your ears. sunarin feels so good. he always has.

and somehow, for a kiss that makes you experience every sensation at once, what really stands out is the way you feel comforted. every insecurity that plagued your mind dissipates with suna. he squashes them like they don’t matter because that’s what they are — insignificant.

is this what he meant? you think. is this what safety feels like?

when sunarin finally pulls away, you mourn the loss of him against you with a minuscule pout. suna reaches for your hands, bringing them up to his face so he can brush his soft lips against your knuckles.

“(y/n).” suna’s voice draws your eyes away from the olympian’s hold on your hands. “you are perfect just the way you are. you are exactly where you need to be. don’t let anyone, not even yourself, tell you otherwise, alright? if not, i’ll just have to hammer it into you until you understand. literally.” suna winks.

you roll your eyes at the innuendo, but a laugh escapes your throat, and sunarin grins. “there’s the pretty girl i know. come on, let’s go to bed. i’m fuckin’ tired.”

you down the last of your raspberry seltzer before standing up, discovering sunarin’s hand reached out towards you. without a second thought, you interlock your fingers with his, and you follow behind as the middle blocker slides open the glass door once more.

when you enter suna’s bedroom, you throw away the white claw can in the trash bin by his desk. you climb back into your side of the bed, pulling the blankets over your body, and scooting closer to suna’s warmth. sunarin hums as he slips his hand under your (but really his) shirt. his arm drapes itself around your waist. while you nuzzle your head into his chest, suna presses featherlight kisses on your forehead.

“good night, sweet girl.” suna whispers.

“g’night, rin.” you murmur back, not missing the way he smiles against your skin.

[taintedtort]

" SURFER GIRL! "

summary. brazil!hinata x surfer!reader

warnings. afab!reader, post!timeskip

a/n. wrote this bc of @/garfieldissocool . just a drabble idk

the ball slams into the sand with a dull thud, the sun hot against hinata‘s bare back. beach volleyball is always fun, a little bit harder, but more carefree. the atmosphere is more friendly, less competing to actually win the game.

the other team has possession of the ball, and he’s honestly starting to feel a little antsy to jump. as the opposite side prepares to serve, hinata glances out towards the sea. it was supposed to be a quick sweep of the beach, just because he needed to calm himself for a second. but something else catches his attention. it feels like a pull to his heart, a gut feeling that drags his gaze to you. he zeroes in on your frame in the water, stood on a surfboard and gliding with the waves of the ocean.

now, hinata knows close to nothing about surfing, but you’re staying on the board, so you must be pretty good, right? you’re doing it effortlessly too, like it’s as simple as walking to you.

for some reason, he can’t look away, his brain won’t let him. he's seen lots of surfers, they’re always out when he’s on the beach. he’s always thought surfing was cool, but he’d never tried it, too caught up with volleyball to try anything else. he keeps watching you, though, forgetting about the game that’s still ongoing around him. he’s impressed at first, impressed that you’re able to keep your balance so easily, but as you get closer to shore, he notices that…

oh… wow.

you’re beautiful.

he's seen many women in his time in brazil, but none like you. none as pretty or as intriguing as you. he’s never been interested in dating or girls in general, even in high school, he was always busy with volleyball. he still is. all he really thinks about is volleyball, that’s how it’s been for years.

but…

there’s something about you. maybe it’s your hair, or the way your skin looks wet, or perhaps the carefree look on your face. he isn’t sure, it’s just… you.

he decides right there that he has to meet you, he has to talk to you and find out what your voice sounds like. he has to see you up close, to get to know you.

however, before he can even move, the ball is flying into his face, hitting him on the side of his head. a sharp sting follows, and he falls back in the sand with a grunt, his hand rubbing at his skin. his eyes shoot back to you though, and suddenly you’re looking at him. he can’t even hear the sounds of his friends laughing or asking if he’s okay, can’t hear the sounds of the ocean or the seagulls flying overhead. all he can see is you. you and you’re pretty smile as you try to hold back a laugh.

he isn’t even embarrassed that you probably saw him get hit, and he isn’t embarrassed that he’s blatantly staring at you. he’s too enthralled by you to feel anything but attraction. his chest feels tight and fluttery… is this what love feels like? this is sort of how he feels when he eats good food, or when he gets a point.

after a handful of seconds, he finally regains his composure. after unscrambling his brain, he forms a coherent thought.

he's going over there.

[knottedhearts]

Christmas: B.E

The room is filled with the soft scent of pine and the warm glow of Christmas lights. Billie is balanced on a step ladder, carefully hanging ornaments near the top of the tree. You stand a few feet away, holding the next batch of decorations and watching her with a smirk.

“Y’know,” you say, crossing your arms, “if you need help, I could always grab a taller ladder.”

Billie glances down at you, one brow arched. “I don’t need a taller ladder. I’m perfectly capable, thank you.”

“Uh-huh,” you tease. “Because you’re doing great up there, Little Miss Five-Two.”

“I’m five-three!” she shoots back, her tone sharp but playful. “And don’t act like you’re towering over me or something.”

“Still taller,” you quip with a grin. “Want me to hand you a stool for extra support?”

She huffs, turning back to the tree. “You’re lucky I like you, or you’d be decorating this tree alone.”

“Lucky, huh?” you muse, biting back a laugh as she stretches up to place another ornament. “Maybe you’d be luckier if you had an inch or two more.”

Billie twists her head to glare at you mid-reach, but the movement makes the ladder wobble. Her eyes widen. “Oh—!”

The next second feels like slow motion. The ladder tips, and Billie loses her balance. You leap forward just as she tumbles, catching her awkwardly but still ending up on the floor with her landing halfway on top of you.

“Billie!” you exclaim, sitting up quickly. “Are you okay?”

She groans, shifting slightly to sit up. “Ugh… Yeah, I think so. Just—ow—my arm.”

“Let me see.” You gently take her arm, inspecting it with care. She winces but doesn’t pull away. “It’s not broken, but you’re probably gonna feel that tomorrow.”

“Great,” she mutters, leaning back against the couch. “This is what I get for trying to prove I can reach the top.”

“Or for ignoring gravity,” you say, brushing a pine needle off her sweater. Your tone softens as you look at her. “You scared me for a second there.”

Her lips twitch, half a smile despite the situation. “Guess I should’ve just let you do it.”

“Probably.” You stand, offering her your hand. “But now you’re officially banned from ladders.”

“Who’s gonna finish the tree?” she asks, letting you help her to her feet.

“I will,” you say, guiding her to the couch. “You can supervise. From the ground.”

As she sits down, Billie smirks faintly. “If you mess it up, I’m still blaming you.”

“Deal,” you reply, grabbing the next ornament. “But you’re not living this fall down.”

Her groan is half annoyance, half amusement. “Merry Christmas to me.”

Timeskip

The room is peaceful now, the lights from the Christmas tree casting a soft glow over the walls. The Grinch plays quietly on the TV, the muted sound of his scheming blending with the faint hum of the heater. You’re stretched out on the couch, a blanket draped over the both of you. Billie is curled up on top of you, her head resting against your chest, her soft breaths warm against your neck.

You glance at the tree, a quiet sense of pride settling in. It turned out pretty well, even if finishing it solo wasn’t part of the original plan. Billie stirs slightly, and you shift your hand to gently brush her hair away from her face. Her eyelids flutter, and she looks up at you, her dark lashes heavy with sleep.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you murmur, smiling down at her. “How’s your arm?”

She stretches slightly, groaning as she moves it. “Still sore,” she admits, her voice husky from sleep. “But not as bad as earlier.”

“Well, that’s good,” you reply, your fingers brushing along her jaw. “Guess you’ll live another day.”

She smirks faintly, her eyes sparkling despite the low light. “You’re lucky you caught me. Would’ve been a lot worse if I hit the floor.”

“I’m always lucky when it comes to you,” you say, your tone softer now. “But let’s try to keep the death-defying stunts to a minimum.”

Billie chuckles, her voice still groggy. “No promises. You know me.”

“Yeah,” you say, your lips quirking into a grin. “I do. And that’s why I’m always gonna be here to catch you.”

Her smirk fades into something more tender as she shifts closer, her nose brushing against yours. “Guess I should thank you properly, huh?”

“I wouldn’t say no,” you reply, your voice dropping slightly. She tilts her head, closing the distance between you as her lips meet yours in a slow, lazy kiss.

The warmth of her mouth lingers, and you cup her face gently, pulling her closer. What starts as soft and sweet quickly deepens, her hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. You lose yourself in the moment, the world outside the blanket cocoon you’ve created fading away.

Billie pulls back just slightly, her forehead resting against yours. “You’re really good at this, you know,” she murmurs, her breath warm against your lips.

“Good at what?” you tease, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Saving you or kissing you?”

“Both,” she replies, grinning before she kisses you again, her lips soft but insistent. This time, her weight shifts slightly, and you hold her tighter to keep her steady.

“I think you’re just trying to distract me from asking about your arm,” you say between kisses, your voice low but teasing.

“Maybe,” she admits with a sly smile. “Is it working?”

“Definitely,” you whisper before pulling her back in, the soft glow of the tree and the sound of the Grinch’s laughter your only witnesses.

Her lips pressed against yours with a mix of urgency and sweetness, her fingers curling into your hair as if she didn’t want you to pull away. Each kiss deepened slowly, building a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

When you moved your lips to her jawline, Billie let out a soft, shaky breath, her head tilting instinctively to give you more access. You trailed your kisses along her neck, the faintest touch of your tongue grazing her skin. She inhaled sharply, her body pressing closer to yours as she whispered, “God…” barely audible, almost like a prayer.

Encouraged, you lingered, your lips finding the sensitive spot just below her ear. A small, quiet moan escaped her, the sound lighting a fire in your chest. Her hands gripped the fabric of your shirt, grounding herself as your kisses grew more deliberate, each one drawing another sigh or soft sound from her lips.

When you pulled back just slightly to meet her eyes, her cheeks were flushed, her breathing uneven. “You’re so unfair,” she murmured, her voice laced with a playful frustration, though her lips were already seeking yours again.

[ink-perfect]

enough.

## request!

─ about: animanga luffy x gn!reader ⋆. fluff, 2nd person ⋆. post-timeskip, friends-to-lovers, playful banter, reader insecurities, reassurance + communication 🥹 ─ synopsis: you've been having issues grappling with not only your own insecurities, but potential feelings for the guy who's been your best friend since what feels like forever. the dilemmas both seem like lost causes, but a single conversation with a certain captain might just prove you wrong on both fronts…

the wind tugged at your hair as you leaned against the railing of the thousand sunny, lost in your thoughts. the sun was beginning to set, casting warm hues of pink and gold across the sky, but you barely noticed. you had always loved sunsets, but tonight, you felt distant, detached from the beauty around you.

it had been two years since the straw hats had separated, each of you training, growing stronger in your own right. you’d been through so much together before that, and reuniting had felt like finally coming home. but even now, with your friends with you again, something still didn’t feel quite right. you had gotten stronger physically, yes - strong enough to stand your ground against anyone who threatened the crew. but there were other battles you weren’t sure you could win. battles within your own head.

and most of these battles revolved around him.

luffy.

the carefree, reckless captain who had somehow become the centre of your world without you even realising it. you and luffy had always been close, ever since the beginning of the grand line. “the bestest of friends”, as he liked to put it. you were the one who could keep up with his energy, who laughed at his dumb jokes, who didn’t hesitate to dive headfirst into chaos alongside him, yet kept him grounded throughout all of it. you balanced his wild spirit with your own level-headedness, and it just worked.

and as the years passed, the bond you had only grew stronger - in ways you couldn’t describe. all you knew was that it wasn’t just friendship to you anymore. it hadn’t been for a while.

and that scared you more than anything.

how could someone like you be anything more than a friend to someone like luffy? he was always so simple, so direct, living in the moment without a care for deeper emotions. it wasn’t that you thought he didn’t care - he cared fiercely about his friends, about his crew. but you? the idea that he could feel anything more for you than friendship seemed impossible. you didn’t fit the picture of what luffy needed.

you sighed, the tension in your chest tightening as doubts began to creep in again.

“oi!”

luffy’s voice cut through your thoughts, and before you could even turn, you felt him hop up onto the railing beside you. he was balanced effortlessly, hands resting behind his head as the wind tousled his dark hair. his hat tipped back on his head as he jumped down to wrap his hands around your shoulders, face plastered with a goofy grin.

“found you!” he said, his voice full of energy as always. “i’ve been looking for you all over the ship!”

you couldn’t help but smile a little despite yourself, his infectious spirit pulling you out of your own head, even if only for a moment. “you could’ve just yelled, you know. i would’ve heard you.”

luffy laughed, tightening his grip on you. “yeah, but where’s the fun in that?”

he was fully bear hugging you now, his weight resting on your shoulders, but you’d gotten used to that over the years. luffy had never been one for personal space, and he’d always clung to you like a koala whenever he felt like it. it was comforting, in a way. but lately, that comfort had began to stir something deeper within you, something you were too afraid to acknowledge. you frowned as this conflict enveloped you again, an all-consuming tornado of worry.

“you okay?” luffy asked, his voice suddenly quieter, as if sensing that something was off.

you tensed. he was always good at reading you, even when you thought you were hiding your emotions. it was both comforting and terrifying, especially now.

“yeah,” you lied, your voice a little too quick, a little too forced. you were trying to sound casual, like everything was fine, but you weren’t fooling anyone. not him, at least.

“you sure?” luffy released you from his embrace, not convinced. “come to think of it, you have been acting weird lately.”

your heart skipped a beat. luffy didn’t often notice the subtleties in situations, but with you, he always seemed to pick up on them - you loved and hated this at the same time. you loved how it was a mark of your connection, an unspoken indicator of just how close the two of you were, but you hated how exposed you felt under his gaze, like he could see right through you into things you weren’t ready to admit to even yourself.

you took a deep breath, trying to steady your voice. “i’m just thinking, that’s all.”

he puffed out his cheeks in exaggerated confusion. “you? thinking? that’s new!”

you couldn’t help but laugh. “wow, rude.”

“i’m serious, though!” he insisted, peering at you like you were some sort of puzzle. “you’ve been super quiet lately. it’s freakin’ me out! you’re not, like, planning a mutiny or something, are ya?”

you feigned shock, giggling as you spoke. “oh no…who told you about my plans to take over your precious ship? eh, too late now to care - i’ll just begin ‘operation: overthrow captain luffy’ early!”

“start whatever operation you want, but you’re not getting my hat,” luffy shot back with a grin.

you shook your head, laughing under your breath. “relax, captain. i’m not after your hat.”

“good,” he said, eyes softening. “but seriously though. whatcha been thinking about?”

you sighed, turning back to face the horizon. the sky had darkened, the deep oranges and purples now melting into the sea. your fingers tightened around the railing. “i’ve actually been thinking about…us.”

“us?” luffy repeated. while his voice carried that familiar carefree lilt, you could feel his eyes boring into you, watching closely. it made your cheeks heat up even more than they already had, something you didn’t think was possible. “what about us?”

you swallowed hard, your chest tightening as you struggled to find the right words. he was your best friend, and yet here you were, doubting whether you were even good enough to be by his side. you had never been good at this - at opening up, especially when it came to your insecurities. luffy wasn’t like that. he didn’t worry, didn’t overthink. he was bold, carefree, always chasing what he wanted without a second thought. sometimes, you envied that about him. sure, you would always accompany him on his adventures, take shots that many others would shy out of - but your overtly-logical internal monologue would always be raging while you did it. so, was it really even enough?

“i just…i’ve been thinking about the past two years,” you started, keeping your voice as steady as possible. “and how everyone’s…changed. how everyone’s gotten stronger. how you’ve gotten stronger. and i know i have too, but…” your voice broke off.

“but what?” luffy asked, leaning closer, his voice softening in that rare way it did when he sensed something was wrong.

“i’m just me,” you whispered, hating how weak the words sounded, how small they made you feel. “i overthink everything. i get scared. i doubt myself all the time. i’m not like you, luffy. i’m not fearless. i’m...i'm not enough.”

there. you said it. the thing that had been eating at you for so long, that had turned your chest into a knot of anxiety every time you saw him smile or laugh or throw himself into danger without a second thought. you weren’t like him, all brave and cool - and you couldn’t imagine how someone like him could ever see you as anything more than just a friend.

your words hung heavy between you. you stared ahead, at the horizon, afraid to look at him, afraid of what you might see on his face - pity, confusion, maybe even indifference.

but then, suddenly, you felt luffy’s arm grab yours, tugging you around to face him. his eyes, usually so bright and carefree, were serious, focused in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

“that’s stupid.”

his words were so blunt, you almost thought you’d misheard him. “what?”

luffy’s grip on your arm tightened, and for the first time, there was something in his expression you couldn’t quite read. “i said, that’s stupid. you’re not ‘just’ anything. you’re my nakama. that’s more than enough.”

his words hit you harder than you expected, but they weren’t enough to quiet the doubts swirling inside you. you pulled your arm free, crossing it with your other over your chest defensively. “you say that, but…why would someone like you even want me around? i’m not fearless like you. i-”

“who cares?” luffy cut you off, his voice rising slightly. “i don’t even want you to be like me.”

you stared at him, your heart pounding. “but-”

“you’re you,” he interrupted again, words coming out quietly, almost like they were something precious he didn’t want to break. “and i like that. i like you.”

he looked up at you as he said the last three words, eyes searching yours, and for a split second, the world shrank down to just the two of you, standing on the deck of the sunny with the warm breeze brushing past. his face was uncharacteristically close, and you could see every flicker of emotion pass through his dark eyes - determination, warmth, a hint of vulnerability. his words kept replaying through your head, an oh-so-sweet broken record.

“you…like me?” you repeated, breathless.

luffy’s gaze held yours, unwavering, but there was something more delicate about it now - less like the determined captain you knew and more like a boy confessing something he had never quite figured out how to say until now.

“yeah, i like you. like…more than my nakama,” he added, his words slow and deliberate, as if he was trying to explain something he himself was still figuring out.

your mind went blank, the wind all but knocked out of you by the simplicity of it - how easily he said the words that sent your heart spiralling into chaos. you had known your best friend for so long, fought beside him, laughed with him, even faced death with him. but this? you had never imagined this.

“i- luffy-” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “do you mean you…like like me?”

he tilted his head slightly, that familiar grin slowly pulling at the corner of his mouth. “yeah. i thought that was obvious,” he said, scratching the back of his head. “i’ve like liked you for a long time! even zoro knows!”

your heart was hammering in your chest now, his words sinking in slowly, like waves lapping gently at the shore, washing away the walls of doubt you had built around yourself. the warmth in his voice, the honesty in his eyes - it was almost overwhelming.

you opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. you didn’t know what to say, how to express the whirlwind of emotions flooding through you. luffy, sensing your hesitation, smiled - an easy, genuine smile that made something in your chest relax. “i really do like you, and i don’t care if you’re different or if you worry about stuff. i just…i want you around. that’s what’s enough for me.” he said, his voice quieter again, but full of that unshakable sincerity.

you stared at him, your heart full and aching all at once. he didn’t care about your doubts, your insecurities, or the things that made you feel small. he just wanted you. the realisation was almost too much to bear, but at the same time, it was exactly what you needed to hear.

for a moment, neither of you spoke. the sound of the waves lapping against the sunny and the breeze filling the sails filled the silence between you. you took a deep breath, feeling lighter than you had in months, maybe even years.

“luffy…” you started softly, your voice no longer shaky but filled with something else - something warm and grateful. “i…i like like you too.”

the words came out easier than you expected, and as soon as they were said, luffy’s grin widened even more, his eyes lighting up like he’d just heard the best news in the world.

“really?!” he exclaimed, stepping closer again, his energy bubbling up as if he couldn’t contain it.

you laughed, the last of your tension melting away. “yes, really.”

without warning, luffy grabbed your hand, lifting it into the air as if you’d just won a battle. “yes! i knew it!” he cheered, his excitement so genuine, so luffy, that you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. his joy was infectious, lighting up the world around you like the bright sunlight that still clung to the horizon. you felt lighter, freer, standing there with him, his hand in yours.

but then, in one of those rare moments when luffy broke from his usual happy-go-lucky nature, he stopped cheering. his smile softened, and before you could process what was happening, the straw hat tugged you closer, his grip on your hand tightening just a bit. you could feel the warmth of his skin against yours, your heart thudding in your chest as the distance between you disappeared.

and then, without any warning, luffy leaned in and kissed you.

it was simple and sweet, a brief press of his lips against yours that left your head spinning and your heart racing. there was no extreme buildup, no dramatic tension - just luffy, as straightforward and honest as always, sharing the moment with you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

it was perfect.

your breath caught in your throat as you looked up at him, surprised, but he was already grinning, his usual goofy smile back in place as if nothing had changed. but everything had changed, and you could feel it in the way his hand stayed interlinked with yours, a steady warmth grounding you in the moment.

“so,” luffy said, smiling as he tilted his head slightly, his eyes twinkling with excitement. you leaned in, so ready to hear whatever he had to say.

“have you seen any meat around?”

you threw your head back in laughter, your heart full as you squeezed his hand in pure happiness. you had just kissed, and that was the first thing he thought to say. “you’re impossible, you know that?”

“yeah, but now i’m your impossible,” he said with a wink, still grinning ear to ear. it was such a witty comment for him you couldn’t even complain. instead, you kissed him again, earning yet another adorable, trademark-luffy grin.

and in that moment, as his joy mixed with yours, the doubts that had weighed you down for so long didn’t seem so overwhelming. they weren’t gone completely, but they didn’t matter as much anymore - not with luffy standing there, beaming like the sun itself and holding your hand like he’d never let go. somehow, with him, it all felt…right. simple. like the sea stretching out endlessly before you - full of possibilities, but no longer so daunting when you knew you weren’t facing it alone.

“let’s go find you some meat then, loverboy.”

── ౨ৎ masterlist

[hatsukeii]

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ingredient(s): fluff + crack!! pre-timeskip! misunderstanding trope but in a good way, reader is a bassist because it works LOL

disclaimer(s): implied fem! reader but gn pronouns, suggestive but not like extended it's just the punchline

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drink profile: lesbian panic, lesbian misunderstandings, lesbian confusion

"Really, Suna? Of all people, that one?"

"Don't call them that, asshole."

Forgetting that Miya Osamu, at the end of the day, is still Miya Atsumu's twin brother, was the biggest mistake of Suna Rintarou's life. He should have known that the two would share gossip amongst each other, but it had slipped his mind when he absentmindedly confided in Osamu about his recent infatuation. Now, the two of them peek through the square window of the Inarizaki music room, fighting and clawing at each other for a view of the person behind the door. Suna watches, leaned against the wall on the other side of the hallway, glancing away from the twins as students and teachers alike pass by. Suna does not know who the twins are. He is not sure why they are fighting in front of the music room door. That is what he pretends to believe.

"...'Samu, are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Osamu grunts, shoving Atsumu to the side and taking his spot. He pokes his head just high enough for his eyes to float above the window frame, but low enough to stay unnoticed. When he catches a glimpse of the person in the room, his head turns toward Suna, agonisingly slow.

"Suna, I think you're in love with a lesbian."

"Fuck you mean I'm in love with a lesbian? I would've known by now if they were, I see them in every other class."

"Oh, we mean they're into GIRLS kind of lesbian. What else do you think we mean dumbass?" Atsumu chimes in, taking another glance through the window. What a sight, Suna's infatuation is a manifestation of exactly what he cannot have. They manspread on their chair, wear clear nail polish on cleanly trimmed nails, silver rings on every finger, and most importantly of all, wink and click their tongue at another girl, who turns away giggling. If only Suna could see this, he would be shattered. Atsumu chooses to keep his silence this time.

Suna Rintarou is a great pretender, at least in front of the Miya twins, who just so happen to be awfully dense. He crosses his arms, and hugs them a little tighter against his chest, hooking one leg over the other as he leans further into the wall. He doesn't mind, of course not. After all, his infatuation could be fleeting, but your queerness is forever, at least you have an actual reason to be disinterested. That is what he wants the twins to think. But for the first time in his life, Suna Rintarou is punching the air for being born with a dick. Talk about fleeting attraction, this is all but that.

"Well, ain't that unfortunate then." That comes out more dejected that Suna intended for it to, and the twins swing around to face him, pity painted across their faces.

"Awwww Suna! Are you upset? Are you sad? It's okay, everyone ends up liking someone gay once in a whi- ow!" Osamu sends a chop into Atsumu's piss blonde hair, and receives a jab in the chest in return. "Cut it out 'Samu! Stop being a bitch!"

Neither of them notice the door swing open until it hits them in the side, and nearly knocks them over. When they regain their balance, they turn to see you halfway out the door, silver-clad fingers gripping at the handle. Suna's eyes dart towards the twins, and it's reminiscent of the time they ruined his new volleyball shoes during a petty catfight. A look of disdain. Contempt, even. Atsumu eyes Osamu, who nods frantically in return. Together, they run away.

"Is everything all good? Oh, hey Suna!" You chirp, watching the twins dash through the hall and up the stairs. "What's up? You need somethi-"

"Do you like women?" Suna blurts out, before slapping a hand on his mouth. Your eyes widen in disbelief. His face reddens in disbelief.

"Sorry?"

Clearing his throat, Suna hugs his arms around his waist, wiping his hand discretely on the fabric of his shirt that lies above his waist. There has to be a way out of this, he just isn't sure of what it is yet, or so he wants to think.

"...The twins wanted to know." Good segue! Suna pats himself on the back, until he sees the look on your face. Your eyes are squinted, head tilted ever so slightly and lips frowning in confusion.

"I'm not lesbian, if that's what you're asking. I would be open to any gender though..." You eye Suna up and down, and he isn't sure if it's a good sign, until you grin and shrug your shoulders at him. "...if I weren't already finding someone in particular attractive these days."

Something crashes behind you in the music room, and your head snaps to look back. The girl from before clumsily dismantles a drum set, and drops one of the cymbals on the floor. She's trying to be helpful, and you smile, but you're responsible for pack-up today.

"Oh well, I get why they'd think that though. Bass player, so I gotta keep the nails short." You turn back to see Suna, whose hands are beginning to get clammy on his shirt, and who hopes to god you don't question the blood that rushes to his face. Unfortunately for him, you take notice anyways. Fortunately for him, though, you choose not to push on.

"Ah. Got it." His feet shuffle, and he stands up straight again, finally separating from the wall.

"Cool? Cool. Okay, I'm gonna go and deal with that. I'll catch you later for lunch, Rin?" Suna swallows, nodding quietly. He isn't sure where the nickname came from, but he thinks he'd like to get used to it.

You retreat into the room, but not without shooting a wink and a click of your tongue in his direction, and Suna swears he can die right there. But not before he tracks Osamu and Atsumu Miya down, and forces them to apologise on their knees.

barista's note:

hope you liked it!! i had this idea because i saw a prompt about an osu player but i was like mmm no im not into osu player how about BASS LOLOL but i hope this was enough of both crack and fluff for you, dear customer! on the side i need loser suna because i just know he's a SLEAZE idc

tags: @chuuya-brainrot @fiannee @catsoupki @akaakeis @hiraethwa @wyrcan @laughingfcx @bakery-anon @bailey-reeds @kongkhoi @kuroppiii

ok love u all bye bye i need my rest after english paper 1 and 2

[vonabel]

sweet music playing in the dark (be still, my foolish heart)

Looking in on your relationship from an outside point of view could be confusing. This looks bad, reads depressing, but it’s everything you both need. Quiet companionship, silent affection, lingering love.

He'll wake you with kisses peppered over your nose, cheeks, across your eyelids. And then, after your eyes blink open, you'll turn to kiss him square on the mouth, tasting like beer and katsudon, and Izuku's mouth will water for it. On lazier nights, like tonight, Izuku won't bother taking you to bed.

Izuku Midoriya/Reader

smut, quirkless Izuku, teacher Izuku, reader is AFAB but has no pronouns, oneshot, post timeskip

1k words | complete

notes: this is my first time writing smut and i didn't like love how it turned out but my good buddy @jisokai read it and said it was good so i'm legally obligated to post it

ao3

♡♡♡

It's nearing one in the morning when Izuku finally fits his key into the lock of your front door. He can hear the drone of the TV through it, can smell the incense you've lit. Something akin to yearning boils in his chest when he shoulders the door open and sees you curled up on the couch.

You look tired, already dressed down in your sleep clothes, and you turn towards him as he shuts the door, leaning over the back cushion and squishing your cheek over folded arms. “Hey. How was your day?”

“Okay,” he exhales, dropping his keys on the little table in the entryway. His shoes come next, arranged nicely beside yours, then his bag and the mountain of ungraded tests he's got balanced in his arms. “My class had joint training with Shouta's. It's always nice to spend a class period with him.”

“Mm,” you hum, “I should go see him soon.”

“He'd like that,”

“Yeah, me too,"

“You're up late,” he muses, after a moment of quiet staring, and presses a kiss to your hair as he passes you to dig through the fridge.

“I got home late,” you reason, “There's a bowl in there for you. Made your favorite.”

He murmurs a thanks and you turn back to the late night news. Kacchan's face flashes over the screen, followed by Shouto's, and Izuku can't help the smile that works its way over his cheeks.

Looking in on your relationship from an outside point of view could be confusing. This looks bad, reads depressing , but it’s everything you both need. Quiet companionship, silent affection, lingering love.

Izuku will reheat his food and sit beside you while he eats. When he inevitably burns his tongue, too eager to wait for it to cool, you'll hide your snort of amusement with a sip of the beer you have open on the coffee table. One of you will put a movie on, both of you will fall asleep halfway through. Izuku will wake up first, when the credits roll, and he'll grin when he feels your drool seeping through his shirt.

He'll wake you with kisses peppered over your nose, cheeks, across your eyelids. And then, after your eyes blink open, you'll turn to kiss him square on the mouth, tasting like beer and katsudon, and Izuku's mouth will water for it. On lazier nights, like tonight, Izuku won't bother taking you to bed.

His fingers slip beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts easily, bullying their way between your thighs, and he sighs, petting and parting the hair there. The way you tremble above him when his fingers find your clit makes his cock drool in his slacks, twitching every time you exhale a sweet sound against his throat.

“Feel good?” he murmurs, lip tugged between his teeth like it’s his own pleasure.

“Yeah,” you sigh, rocking back against him. He hisses when you seat yourself fully in his lap, rutting yourself down against where his fingers press in and curl, where he’s hard in his pants. “Gonna cum. You’re gonna – ah – make me cum.”

“Whatever you need, baby,” he huffs, pulse racing while he watches you lose yourself, “Go ahead. Make a mess.”

And you do. He can feel it in his palm, slipping down his wrist while you grind against him. Your thighs shake where they’re spread to make space for his hips, and he curls his free hand over one to watch the way the fat there spills between his fingers. When the haze in your eyes clears, you meet him halfway for a spit-slicked kiss that’s more teeth and tongue than anything else. Urgency and desperation fuel you, he can tell by the way your own hands scramble to get his belt undone. He helps you push his waistband down just enough for his cock to spring free, fat and thick against the green sprinkle of hair beneath his belly button.

“Come on, Deku,” you tease, grinning when he knocks his head back against the cushion and groans, hips arching toward you, “Fuck me.”

“ Gonna –” he slurs and shudders when you pull your shorts to the side enough to glide over him. Bleary eyes open to watch where you’re connected, the way he disappears between your thighs only to reappear slick and shiny from you, “Fuck – gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

“Always make me feel good,” you breathe, thighs tensing when his head catches the hood of your clit. He presses his thumb against himself, heaving breaths turn to unabashed moans as he slides home. You hiccup above him when he bottoms out, the lingering orgasm still pulsing through your veins making you tighten around him, suck him in like it where he belongs.

The first bounce you give knocks the breath from his lungs. Teeth grit, he grips you so harshly you're sure to have Izuku shaped bruises decorating your ribs. His legs are loose behind you, twitching every time you drop back down onto him. He takes the pleasure as you give it to him, letting you go at your own pace.

With your head tilted back, you say his name over and over like a prayer – Izuku, Izuku, Izuku.

He sits up to lick and bite at the exposed line of your throat, careful to mark you in places you can cover. Sweet praise is murmured into your skin, spoken into the negative space between you. Again, he slips a hand between you to press a thumb against your clit.

When you cum, you take him with you. He holds you tightly against him, rutting up against you to ride it out. Moans and soft, trembling breaths are shared and swallowed down with open mouthed kisses.

“Love you,” he murmurs into your hair, because he does. He always has, always will. And you say it back quietly, because you do.

Moments later, when he has you perched on the counter in the bathroom, he’ll say it again after he starts the shower, just to watch the way you glow with it, with your still lingering pleasure, with him .

The yearning in his chest has simmered, settling to something soft and fond and in love. And tomorrow, when he wakes up to your sleep-warm face and realizes it's Saturday, and you both have the day off, he'll find his mind to be settled, too.

[6okuto]

"PICNIC DATE"

timeskip osamu x gn!reader | this one's cute. there's no actual picnic date though

a picnic date seemed like a perfect date idea for osamu.

he promised he’d handle the food, always happy to impress you with his cooking—not just onigiri, but a new recipe he’s been practicing to surprise you. he could imagine it: a warm sunday afternoon, the checkered blanket, him taking everything out of a picnic basket, the sun setting over the park’s hill and the air getting chillier, compelling you to cuddle up beside him.

so why, he wonders, are there storm clouds rolling in?

your head is tilted up, eyes narrowing at the grey skies. if there was one thing osamu was correct about, it was that the air would get colder. a wind pulls at the edge of the blanket underneath you and messes up his hair, sending shivers down his spine as it blows through his shirt.

“’samu, you checked the weather, right?”

“hon, ’course i did,” he defends himself quickly with a frown. “i swear i would’ve known if there was a storm coming.”

“okay, well, i don’t know how to tell you this, but i’m pretty sure there’s a storm coming.”

osamu groans, letting his head fall to rest on your shoulder. “don’t say that. we walked here.”

resting your head against his, you bring a hand up to rub his arm, both to comfort and keep him warm. “maybe it’ll go away?”

it doesn’t, of course.

there’s maybe a ten minute window where you both decide to pack up and get moving, speed walking back to your apartment, concluding you could just come back another day.

but then the rain starts.

and it comes down hard.

you wonder how movies manage to romanticize this.

the picnic basket hits osamu’s thigh as he runs, and the blanket quickly becomes drenched in your arms, not any different to your clothes as you become soaked to the bone.

rain slams onto the both of you in buckets, the pressure like hail because of the sheer amount. you bump into osamu as a gust of wind catches you off balance, and he uses his free arm to keep you up.

“samu—” you try to shout above the storm. your voice manages to get his attention, because he quickly grabs your arm to wrap around him and he lifts his jacket to cover your head as much as possible.

“samu,” you repeat yourself.

he moves closer so you can hear him. “you okay? y’want me to carry the blanket or anything?”

“i—” you cut yourself off, the rain still hammering down, and suddenly a muffled loudness pelting the jacket above you.

and you laugh.

to be honest, you don’t even know what you wanted to say before. maybe you called osamu’s name just to make sure his was there. thunder booms, and the rain hurts against your back and arms, and there’s so fucking much—”this fucking sucks!”

you trip over your own foot for a second, and start laughing even harder. “seriously, i can’t see shit! what the fuck?”

and your boyfriend who falters when you do, starts to laugh too. “we can—oh, fuck off—we can hide out in the convenience store, alright?”

osamu swears at the picnic basket repeatedly scraping against his arm—”why do they make picnic baskets such ass?”

his complaint alongside your laughter and running is keeping you out of breath, and all you can do in response is hold onto him a little tighter, laugh a little louder.

by the time you get to the convenience store, osamu’s certain he looks like a dog who just got thrown into a bathtub way too big for it, but “at least y’look as good as always.”

“oh, shut up,” you snort, breathing heavy and your hands on your knees.

“sorry for…this,” he apologizes to the person at the register. they shake their head and tell the both of you not to worry after you apologize too.

apparently aisle six has towels and clothes if either of you needed them, and the washroom had just been cleaned, though you were welcome to rest as long as you needed.

you both thank them, deciding to stay on the mats anyway until you were dry enough to not drip water everywhere you walked.

it's a lot quieter inside.

everything outside is muffled and you can finally hear yourself breathe. there’s an audible humming from the freezers, and the weather forecast plays on the television against the wall, warning everyone else about your first-hand experience.

osamu’s the first to speak, his voice defeated and quiet. “sorry this is how we spent our sunday afternoon.”

he’s pouting when you look over, and your chest tightens at the sight.

“it’s okay, ’samu. we can go home and still do something. there’s not a lot we can do about a thunderstorm,” you comfort him and wrap your arms around his waist.

drops of water fall from his hair and hit your skin as osamu hugs you back, pressing a kiss to your temple. he sways you from side to side, and you watch the rain slide down the store’s glass doors. “i dunno, i could still go fight the clouds.”

“yeah, i’m sure if you punch enough rain it’ll scare them away.”

“i am pretty scary.”

“your head has never looked flatter.”

“hey.” osamu pinches your waist and you jolt against him. the both of you snicker as you hit his hand and his hold around you tightens. you intertwine your fingers with his hand that pinched you with a smile. “i’m kidding.”

he shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair anyway.

“i feel like i just got thrown into a washing machine,” you suddenly mutter.

your boyfriend hums. “at least there was no spinning?”

“oh yeah? us against a tornado next?”

osamu softly laughs at the thought of trying to outrun a tornado, or spinning in it alongside a house and cow as if you were a cartoon. “if we try to have a picnic again and a tornado hits, i’m gonna be mad.”

a laugh escapes you and you nod. “fair enough. no tornado, then.”

“no tornado.”

really, he doesn’t know what he’d do if that ever happened. but osamu thinks he could handle it.

he looks at you smiling despite how much he can feel you shivering and the fact that your lunch was inevitably ruined, and he thinks he'll be okay as long as he has you there, running and laughing with him until the storm was over.

happy birthday again 2 the twins. i write for tsumu more than samu so here i am ^___< (once again)

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[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: Here is the 1st Charles Chevalier request. Smn wanted me to make a chapter from that one scenario I made a few hours ago.

Warnings: Reader uses she/her, but since she is crossdressing, the guys use he/him. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke ⚽️

A few days have passed since the match Blue Lock and the U-20 team had. It was a huge deal, since it was the deciding match for the project, and it was even broadcasted internationally. Even Sae, one of the New Gen 11 members participated on the side of the Japanese team. Something that surprised his peers, everyone knew that Sae was pretty adamant on not playing for the team, ever. So once that got out, other players that were acquainted somewhat with Sae were glued to the TV to watch it. They were surprised to see the Blue Lock team holding up well, especially with Sae and Shidou on the team, with 3 standing out in particular. There was Rin Itoshi, the younger brother of Sae and vice-captain, who scored the 1st goal. As expected, most of the New Gen11 thought. The 2nd and 3rd ones were guys who the players never met or heard of before, aside from Loki. Isagi Yoichi, the one to score the winning goal, and to pretty much shake Sae Itoshi's balance during the game. And then there was (Y/n) (L/n), the captain of the team, midfielder, and the one who kept the game under control the most. She caught the attention of one player in particular, Charles Chevalier. The midfielder of PXG and France's U-20 team. The boy was curious with the precision the captain had when passing the ball to the other players. Not only that, but also calculating every move the opposite team made was not something Charles expected from someone who wasn't a pro. A no name player, basically.

After the final goal was scored, the boy already had made up his mind. While the game was interesting and all, he wanted to watch more of the midfielder. He didn't like it, but he had to admit that he wanted to learn more about the player. Her plays, stats, everything. But sadly, there wasn't much Charles could go off on. And he wanted to drop it, he will eventually meet the palyer, he believed she was capable enough to score a spot in a pro-team. That was all until Loki told him the news of PXG being invited to play in Blue lock, and Charles immediately agreed. How could he say no?

Timeskip...

Now, Loki was used to messes. He was a coach now, so he had to be used to that. But this! This was beyond what his nerves could take. Not only did he have to suffer through Rin and Shidou's arguments, now Rin decided to argue with Isagi over the most useless things imaginable.

"What happened to having a calm dinner..." Loki sighed, walking over to pull them apart, something Kurona decided to help him with. Charles was the whole time standing to the side, smiling as he found the whole situation amusing.

'I hope they are done soon. I need to analyze (Y/n)'s play from today. Didn't expect him to leave Manshine in the dust like that.'

"Are you guys arguing again?"

"Calm down, Hiori. You know how they are."

"Aren't you going to do anything, (Y/n)?"

Charles quickly turned his head towards the entrance, only to see the player he was most excited to meet standing next to the blue-haired boy.

'Finally!' Charles grinned.

"What do you expect me to do? They have been like that ever since they first met." (Y/n) laughed in amusement, sending an apologetic smile towards Loki, who returned it.

"Loor Loki-san, he is too overwokred." (Y/n) said as Hiori nodded his head along.

"Let's just stop their fight and go eat-"

"Ah! Finally I get to meet you, Blue Lock's golden midfielder."(Y/n) stopped talking and turned to look at the boy who was approaching her. The girl raised an eyebrow as Hiori tensed up a little.

'What's with that look?' The cyan-haired boy thought suspiciously. (Y/n) ignored the arguing for a moment as the boy grinned playfully.

"What?" Was the only thing she said.

"Charles Chevalier, PXG's midfielder. Pleased to finally meet you, (L/n) (Y/n)." The girl's eyes widened at the way he used her name. Sure, she was ranked pretty high on the list, but someone to know her full name was unexpected.

"Uh... N-nice to meet you as well, Chevalier-san. Did you need something-"

"I will get straight to the point with you." Charles interrupted her, yet again and swung his arm around her shoulders.

"Hey! Personal space!" Hiori yelled at Charles, but got no acknowledgment back. This caused the group to stop for a moment and look back at the duo.

'Oh God...' Loki groaned, knowing very well how Charles was with this player in particular.

"Uhm... get to the point with what?" (Y/n) wondered.

"I want you to play for me." Charles said simply.

"Uh... I am in a different team, so no can do." (Y/n) said, laughing nervously. The boy's grin was off putting to her.

"I know." Charles rolled his eyes and pouted a little.

"And while I was annoyed at first, I am happy now. I will have a chance to finally play against you. Tho, I rather have you playing for me."

(Y/n) kept quiet, unsure where all of this was going.

"You are very interesting, (Y/n). I like you~ don't disappoint me!" Charles giggled, packing her cheek.

"Haa?!" The girl yelled in surprise, face flushing a deep red.

"Asshole! Don't do that so randomly!!" Hiori yelled at the French boy, making his way to separate them. Kurona was holding back a blood thirsty Isagi, while he was fighting back his own rage.

"Stop it, Rin." Loki warned, his grip on Rin's shirt tightening.

"I will kill that bastard." The younger Itoshi mumbled.

[kitasgloves]

"Melting"

tracklist

— ♬ "Melting like an ice cream when you smile"

— ♬ Akaashi x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, gen reader, neighbors to lovers, no beta

Moving into a new apartment complex marked a new journey in your life. A new journey means changes, and changes lead to adjustments, which truthfully you weren't a fan of. Somehow moving into your new place became a hassle, to be fair, you were doing all of the moving alone and you had a ton of stuff that held way too much sentimental value to get rid of. So, the first day felt like you were about to snap your spine in half.

"Three more boxes to go"

You groan as you settle a box in the living room. Sweat trickled down your face and your back as you went to fetch another of your boxes. As you reached to pick up the unsuspecting box, you didn't anticipate the weight it held that sent you almost stumbling back and losing your balance.

"Oof-"

Your body tilts backward with the box in hand when suddenly a pair of firm hands catch your shoulders, stopping you from falling. You momentarily freeze at the sensation of large hands keeping you in place.

"Are you okay?"

A deep but velvety voice sends your heart to a screeching halt. Your head whips around to be violently smacked in the face by the sheer beauty this stranger held. Gunmetal blue eyes, dark hair, thin-framed glasses, and a face sculpted by gods? Your breath hitches.

"Oh! I-uh..."

"Do you need help with your boxes?"

You were nearly about to decline until you bit your tongue and nodded to the handsome man. You stood there like an idiot gawking at this tall pretty guy carry two of your boxes inside your apartment without breaking a sweat. Oh, he must be packing under those layers of clothing. You shake your head hoping it will dust off the heat on your cheeks.

"Th-thank you for helping me out! I'm [Name] by the way"

"I'm Akaashi and you're welcome. Let me know if you need any more help"

He gives you a curt smile that makes your toes curl as you watch him retreat inside his apartment next to yours. Oh my god, this hot dude is your neighbor, talk about luck. When you enter back inside your place with tons of boxes to unload, that's when you begin to melt replaying the moment his hands held your shoulders.

Only weeks later your tiny crush on Akaashi developed further to full-on attraction that you're too shy to admit. Denial was futile not when he's so gorgeous and has a heart of gold. Akaashi makes you revert to a high school student giggling about their first crush. You're a grown adult yet you can't help but leave tiny notes on his mail whenever you pass by his door, like a student would to their crush's locker.

You are my church, you are my place of worship. I heard you're the plug, can I be the circuit?

When Akaashi finds this unusual note sticking out of his junk mail, he is perplexed. It was written in cursive and on pink paper...oh. He pauses. It almost resembles a deja vu moment. Nonetheless, it feels familiar and reminds him of when he was younger. Akaashi thinks if this note just happens to accidentally get mixed up with his mail. It was a possibility considering his name was not on the love note, or anybody's name for that matter. He scratches his head but discards the note under a stack of paperwork on his desk.

When I got court, I hope that you're the verdict. When you're around, my insides turn inverted

You delicately wrote on a piece of light pink paper with your fountain pen, it's been a while since you've written in cursive but you made an effort. You waited until the coast was clear as you snuck the folded note between Akaashi's daily stack of junk mail by his door before slipping off to leave and get groceries. Coincidentally, you meet him at the nearby supermarket. You go short-circuited when he offers you a smile and wave as you awkwardly return the gesture. God, you feel like melting again.

Take one look at you, you're heaven's incarnate. What is this spell, baby? Please show some mercy

Akaashi has been staring at this love note for thirty minutes already, unable to decipher what he felt. This was the third letter he had received and he had concluded that it wasn't accidental. Someone was intentionally sending him love notes. He tucks the note along with the others inside his favorite book and sits back. He feels like a high schooler contemplating their emotions after receiving their first confession in their locker. Akaashi has experienced this before and even politely rejected some of those love letters back in high school because romance wasn't a priority back then but now, he doesn't know what to do but wait until this secret admirer sends another note.

Melting like an ice cream when you smile. Melting, you're a daydream, stay a while

You're stuck in your apartment on a day of watching YouTube videos. Your search history was embarrassing. You recently snuck another note in Akaashi's mail and you're here praying you'll learn to be funny, so you're watching every stand-up comedy. You hoped that it'll at least rub off on you so Akaashi will smile at everything you say. You screamed against your hands, you truly felt like a frustrated teenager and hopelessly crushing on someone out of their league. But something in your heart tells you to persist or maybe you're delusional thinking your neighbor will return your feelings.

You got some soft lips and some pearly whites. I wanna touch them in the dead of night

For the first time, Akaashi smiles at the love note he has received. Albeit, small but visible. Something stirred in his chest that he had to double-take. He re-reads the note over and over again, he assumes that his secret admirer is a true romantic, and something about it makes his insides go fuzzy. He has zero clue about who could be giving him love notes, but god he wants to know.

Your smile ignites just like a candlelight. Then somehow, I know everything's alright

You wrote another letter and you were about to stick it in Akaashi's junk mail as always when you almost got caught. Thankfully, you slip the note in your pocket when Akaashi goes to pick up his mail, you pout, and you realize you're a second late to sneak your note. Your neighbor notices you and waves.

"Hi, [Name]"

"Hey, Akaashi"

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

He asks you as you nod, curiosity burning through your eyes. Akaashi invites you into his apartment and stores away his mail. Your heart stops when he shows you the oh-so-familiar pink note, and your flight or fight instincts almost go off. But you stiffy sat there, hoping your oblivious facade wouldn't give anything away.

"So, I've been getting these love notes for five days straight and I don't have the faintest idea who could be giving me these"

Akaashi shows you the love notes you've been anonymously giving him and you pretend to inspect them while deep in thought.

"Hm, it could be one of our neighbors"

"I'm not close with anyone besides you, [Name]"

"Oh"

God, you hope the blush won't be evident on your face. You pretend to cough on your hand to cover your face as you try to make up an excuse to leave because you have no idea how long you'll last without crumbling in front of Akaashi.

"I'll let you know if I find someone suspicious"

"Okay"

Akaashi watches you leave his apartment, seemingly in a rush. He sighed and was about to sit back in his office when he noticed a folded pink piece of paper left on his couch, right where you sat. He holds his breath picks up the note and unfolds it to reveal the same cursive handwriting to his secret admirer. His mouth goes agape. He didn't want to jump to conclusions but if he were right and you were his secret admirer, he wouldn't be more glad.

"Shit! Where's the note?!"

You searched all your pockets to find the note you previously wrote for Akaashi but never got to drop it off missing. Then your sweat turns cold, did it slip from your pocket and land on Akaashi's couch? There is no way. You grabbed a nearby pillow and screamed against it. You were beyond mortified. That's it, you're moving places again, probably in another country. Preferably while also changing your clothes, your hair, your face, and your name. It was impossible to look Akaashi in the eye anymore once he found that note and discovered you're his secret admirer, you doubt the guy has feelings for you in the first place.

You hugged your pillow and frowned, you shouldn't have done that. When you're about to sulk in your room and play some sad music to help you make you feel even more pathetic, a knock on your door interrupts you. Your stomach drops, you know it is Akaashi. Great, just fucking great. Maybe you should jump out of your window and escape? Or maybe just ignore him until he goes away? Or maybe just face him like a grown adult. You sighed and swallowed your fear as you dragged your feet towards the door.

Astoundingly, Akaashi was standing at your doorstep with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You let out a silent gasp. Your neighbor was giving you a smile that never fails to make you melt.

"[Name]"

"Akaashi, what's...what's this about?"

"I know about the notes, I know it was you"

"Oh. But why give me [Favorite flowers]?"

"Because I want to give it a shot. I want to let you know that you also make me melt like ice cream when you smile"

Hold up, could someone pinch you awake holy shit this feels so surreal. You stumble over your words before ultimately letting out a laugh, there was no way that your delusions came true and that you have an actual fucking shot with Akaashi Keiji. He stands there patiently, waiting for your answer.

"Are...are you for real?"

"I wouldn't have gotten to know you and what flowers you liked if I didn't like you"

"Holy shit, yes!"

You squeal as you go over to hug Akaashi, almost knocking the bouquet out of his hands. He laughs and holds you securely in his arms while his heart pounded wildly against his ribcage. When you both pull away and he sees that perfect smile of yours he never gets tired of seeing every day, he feels beyond ecstatic, fuzzy, and most of all, he feels melting like ice cream.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[fullscoreshenanigans]

Thank you for taking the time to share your art! 💖💝 Appreciation for any appreciator of REN 🖤🧡🤍🙏😌

I just finished Promised Neverland soooo

all of them drawn as adults!!!!!

[starrieisdelusional]

episode dedicated to banished!merlin and seperated!morgana in s4 from my fix it au

warning: this is LONG

a bit background: there’s a year and a half timeskip between s3 finale and this ep.

merlin had been training, and getting closer to his roots (studying magic, becoming one with nature, etc etc, no he didn’t go back to ealdor) all the while protecting camelot from the shadows (yes arthur had been getting into a few troubles now and then and merlin had always been there, but never really appearing in front of his face, arthur knows but never really comments about it, settles for ignoring him)

meanwhile after a few months after the s3 finale (morgana and morgouse attacked camelot) morgana finally had a huge fight with her sister and they go on their own ways. So now morgana is alone, doesn’t really know what to do since she killed uther, but doesn’t want to obliterated camelot either

So during season 3 aithusa was born and shes been helping merlin and morgana there and then, there’s also mordred. Oh and merlin’s magic is public information at this point

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actual ep:

episode starts off with morgana, tending to her cottage. She lives in the middle of the woods, in the middle of no where. She’s trully alone now, after the fight with morgause. She regretted it a little. Maybe her sister is right, maybe bringing camelot to total destruction and crowning her queen is the best course of action.

But morgana didn’t want that. She just wants uther’s reign to end. It’s not her place now to rule camelot, there’s really no benefit in killing everyone either. Although there really is no change, arthur is still banning magic…

Morgana puts down her firewood with a bit too much force. Truth is morgause is right. Magic is still banned in the land, even in Arthur’s reign. And morgana is scared. She isn’t ready to kill her brother, she isn’t ready to kill the girl who’s there for her each night, every time she’s confused of her nightmares, or the citizens that gave her flowers. Morgana remembers uther’s look of despair and confusion, she feels her hand trembles

Morgause: (in a flashback) You’re nothing but a coward Morgana! A coward!

No matter, she’s not part of it anymore, it’s better to leave it alone. Let morgause finish their revenge.

When morgana leaves to wash her cauldron, it feels weird. It felt like she’s being watched. She scanned the woods with her magic, she didn’t feel anything. That’s really strange, morgana must be…

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The first thing morgana sees is the stone floor. Her head is splitting, her vision is unfocused. Morgana sits up slowly, trying to regain balance.

The room is dark, she can barely see anything. When she tries to move her hair, she realizes that she’s chained to the wall

Great. She’s kidnapped.

She scowls, trying to free herself from the chains. She tries to draw her magic, but she feels nothing. Whoever kidnapped her knows what they’re dealing with…

She hears a groan from her left and she saw a man. Wearing god knows what. Laying on the floor, chained like she is. She calls for him, trying to wake him up. The more she looks at him, the more she felt like she knew this man.

???: where am i… Morgana: (realize who this is) Merlin??? Merlin: …morgana…?

The man looked at her, no longer the merlin she last seen. He looks like a stray being, as if he’s the spirit of the forest. He is covered in cloth, a cloak on his head. His skin peaks out from where the cloth didn’t touch him, even in the dark, morgana can see the light bouncing off his slender thighs and the faint outline of his….nipple

Morgana: you look like a prostitute… Merlin: that's rich from someone who dress like a beggar Morgana: I’ll have you know this is one of the finest dresses i have- Merlin: Your hair could really do some work Morgana: you don't get to say that when you don't need to maintain your hair every day!!

They bicker back and forth about their fashion choices. Morgana also hates his serving clothes, especially that tattered neckerchief on his neck…And he barely changes everything. It’s a boring to look at every single day. At least Gwen changes her clothes once in a while.

It was so heated they didn’t notice the door opening until they heard footsteps entering the room. They eye their predator carefully, backing themselves to the wall. But the guards only un-cuffs them from the wall, forcing them to stand.

They were bringing into a room, full of people with chains on their hands. Morgana stands close to Merlin, maybe Morgana can kill him when he wasn’t looking, morgana HATES him after all…

The ringleader came into view, told them to fight to the death. Anyone who succeed can go to the second round or something morgana wasn’t really listening. She’s too busy to think of ways of killing Merlin.

They put a bunch of weapon in the middle of the room, probably to aid them or something. Morgana grabs a sword just in case. Merlin didn’t grab anything. What an idiot.

Ringleader: The battle starts….now

It was a blur after that. Morgana remembers slaying people, people who aren’t merlin. Morgana tries to cast a spell towards him every now and then, she saw Merlin doing the same. But it was never strong enough to kill, probably too distracted by the threat in front of them.

It suddenly stops. Only Morgana and a few other people stands unscathed, including Merlin, always Merlin. It makes a lot of sense now why he has a habit of not dying. Morgana remembers when she discovers that he has magic. What a hypocrite.

They were thrown to their prison cells not long after. After a speech that morgana really didn’t bother to listen

(in their cell)

Merlin: You have any idea what they want? (body swelling with blood and bruises) Morgana: we’re stuck in a slavery ring

Morgana seen one back when she was still with morgause. She tracks them down when one crosses her path, a potential army for her. She remembers that one of those rings would pit off prisoners like this, probably to find new slaves

Morgana: I couldn’t wait to see your demise when one of those brutes mortally wound you…” (giggling, imagining Merlin suffering a slow and painful death) Merlin: (shakes his head) look morgana…i’m sorry alright? I didn’t mean to betray you like that, and i… Morgana: i don’t want to hear your excuses you liar! You’re the same as that old fool! (screaming)

morgana wish she can slit his throat right now. Morgana wants to stab her dagger, revenge for every time Gaius told her she doesn’t have magic, for every time merlin stay quiet

Merlin: well i’m sorry for being a liar when i’m constantly threatened to be executed! At least you don’t get to suffer any consequences!! Morgana: you don’t get to say that!! You meddle into things when you don’t need to!!

they scream to each-other faces. Spit and all. It’s a bit disgusting, but Merlin is more disgusting. And every time she hears his excuses it brings something ugly within her. When Morgana was about to throw another insult at his face the door opens harshly

Guard: Quiet before I snap your necks (throwing a piece of bread and then leaving) Morgana: …at least i’m not an idiot in love like you Merlin: what do you mean? Morgana: (snorts) you spent every single day protecting arthur from harm, you took poisons and blows for arthur, you poisoned me because i’m hurting arthur, you hunt a child like a pig because of some wishy-washy prophecy, a child merlin, a child! Merlin: … Morgana: how’s arthur? was he sad that i killed his daddy??

it didn’t go unnoticed that Merlin was silent at the mention of his brother. Which was weird, usually when she brought him up he never shut up about him.

Merlin: (gets the bread, tossing it to Morgana with his bound hand) eat up, tomorrow is going to be a rough day Morgana: I don’t want food from you (tosses it back to him with gnawing stomach) it’s probably poisoned anyways Merlin: (sighs) if i ate it and i didn’t die, would you eat it? Morgana: ….no

merlin shrugs, biting a bit of his bread. When he shows no indication of poisoning, he tosses it back to her

Merlin: See? No poison Morgana: (rolled her eyes, grumpily tossing the bread back to him) i don’t trust you until you finished it

they toss the bread back and forth, biting into it until there’s no more food left to toss. After another stupid remark, Morgana greets him goodnight, and sleep on her side of the cell

It became a routine after that, they were toss at the arena, got toss back in the cell, tossed back at the arena….

Morgana hates it when she spends time with him. She’s sick of Merlin’s wicked humor. When he managed to rung a laugh out of her. For the first time since Morgause she feels like she’s not alone anymore

Merlin: …and then I told him that it was a sidhe, but he didn’t believe me! Morgana: Well he’s stupid, the stupidest man i’ve ever known…

Morgana didn’t enjoy talking to him, she hates it, she’s sick of the joy crawling on her skin

Morgana: What about Gwen? Merlin: Gwen? Oh she’s fine, she’s sad when you’re gone that time, we couldn’t really comfort her, it’s the same with arthur…it’s the same with everyone really…we miss you Merlin: …and what about you? What of you and arthur? Merlin: … Morgana: Oh come on merlin! There must be something that you did right? It’s been what? A year since that kiss? I saw it you know. Surely you already did something?? Are you still Arthur’s manservant? i don’t know how you handle that magic though…are you still keeping secrets from him? Why are you here anyways? Is arthur here with you? Merlin: Arthur banished me Morgana: Sorry? Merlin: I’m banished from camelot...

Morgana didn’t know what to feel. She should be happy, merlin is banished from camelot! That’s what she wanted right? For Merlin to suffer?

Merlin: it’s fine though, I learned a lot, did you know the druids grows the best of fruits? Must be their connection with nature or something. Their grapes are divine-

Morgana couldn’t stop the ire rising from herself when she kicks him. Merlin immediately bends to touch his leg

Merlin: WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! Morgana: YOU’RE AN IDIOT MERLIN SON OF HUNNITH! Wow i know you’re an idiot but i can’t believe you’re THAT BIG of an idiot Merlin: What???? Morgana what are you even- Morgana: Should i chop Arthur’s manhood for what he did to you? Gosh, you’re probably still protecting camelot even in banishment aren’t you??? I know that’s you when morgouse sends the hydra on the castle….are you an IDIOT??? Why are you still chasing this guy?? I can’t even…i get that he’s hot, but really merlin? Why did you get banished anyway? was it the magic?? Or is he hates homosexual relationship? It’s the magic isn’t it…that bastard….

Morgana swears when she gets out, she will kill him, even with her own two hands-

Merlin: stop it morgana, i don’t want you to kill arthur! Morgana: Of course you’re going to say that! you lovesick fool! Merlin: Really? Do you want me to kill gwen because she stabbed you that one time?!

Morgana shuts up, merlin must be referring to that time when gwen is forced to stab her when she reigns the castle with morgause, she doesn’t like thinking about it

Morgana: (huffed) he shouldn’t banish you, not when you’re always by his side, and what do you get?

it’s stuff like this that made her truly hate camelot. Morgana could understand her banishment, but to banish merlin? Why didn’t anyone do anything? It truly made morgana sick to her stomach

Merlin: you know, banishment isn’t that bad…and i made choices…I deserved it

Before morgana can reply a guard enters their room, uncuffing them and dragging them outside their cell. They arrived at a different room, like that of an arena. But smaller this time. But only morgana and merlin stand in the middle of the room. The ringleader stands on a balcony

What happened on the last arena again? Right, only merlin and morgana were left standing, which means…

Ringleader: Merlin and Lady Morgana, once the pride and joy of Camelot, only to be banished by King Arthur himself. What a pity Merlin: If you think that I’m willing to help you to destroy camelot, count me out. My loyalties will always lie on king arthur Ringleader: Oh no no, I don’t want any of that. I don’t know how you ended up together as prison-mates but i did not expect the witch and emrys to be in my doorstep, inside the same cell nonetheless! Morgana: And? You want us to be your slaves? do you really think we’re willing to submit to you? Ringleader: don’t worry, i can think of ways to tame you

Morgana stomach jolted at the implication

Ringleader: Despite your…peerless reputation, you’re both are a headache for me to handle…so i just want one (sat on his make-shift throne) go ahead then, fight to the death! don’t you hate each-other?

Morgana looks at Merlin, and he looks at her. It’s true, Morgana had been wanting to kill Merlin for a long time but…

She doesn’t want to kill another one of her kind. And she doesn’t want to kill her friend

Ringleader: Come on! I’m waiting…

The shackles on their hand cracks, and Morgana felt her magic restored. They stare at each-other, circling. Is Merlin going to kill her now? Morgana saw how Merlin body is poised, ready to strike.

She strike first.

They danced around each-other, exchanging blows. The blow was sometimes deadly, other-times unnecessary spells. But they never land a fatal blow, even if morgana is panting, and merlin is out of breath

Morgana: …what’s wrong Merlin?…scared? Merlin: You wish (strike a spell that tore the fabric of her skirt) Morgana: (gasped) My dress! Merlin: …oops…

Morgana screams, sending a curse towards merlin. Morgana can’t believe it, it actually hits him, and for a moment merlin was confused, because nothing happened

Merlin: well that was anti-climactic (in a girl's voice, realization) morgana change me back right now! Morgana: No

she puts another curse on him, but he dodges it this time. It didn’t take long for merlin to tackle her, she fights back, trying to push him off and they fight like children.

Merlin: Get off me! (shrieking unladylike, his long nose (yes how ironic morgana is a genius) touching the ground) Morgana: You get off! (fights back, hair green. Fingers feels like rubber)

They rolled on each-other back, trying to murder the other until they gave up and just sprawled on the floor, too exhausted to do anything. If Morgana have to fire a spell one more time it feels like she’s going go throw up

Morgana: You’re pathetic Merlin Merlin: You’re even more pathetic Morgana: At least I’m stronger than you, you look like a twig Merlin: Well I’ll let you know that- Ringleader: ENOUGH

(they both look at him)

Ringleader: Just die already! I don’t care who dies! Just kill someone! If you don’t want to do it, then I’m going to kill the both of you! Morgana + Merlin: ….HAHAHAHAHHA Merlin: Did you hear that??? He says he’s going to kill us Morgana: ‘Just die already’ (still laughing even as she felt her hair is being pulled. She felt hands shoving her down, Merlin next to her) Ringleader: Do you have any final words? Morgana: (looks at Merlin) You’re not as worse as I thought Merlin: I’m glad to meet you too Morgana

When the axe about to fall down on their neck, the rooftop shake, and suddenly a dragon is screaming at them. Their assaulters ran, terrified of the beast.

Morgana: Aithusa!!

Merlin laughs beside her, chanting in a foreign language. Aithusa squeal and Morgana paused

Morgana: You’re also a dragonlord Merlin: Yeah not many people know that

Aithusa breathes fire, fending off their attacker

Morgana: merlin if you dare as to so much touches her- Merlin: Morgana, i birthed her Morgana: …??

Morgana had no time to argue when the ringleader is starting to ran to them. She quickly climbed onto her, when Morgana reaches out her hand for Merlin to grab but Merlin fell. Limbs grabbed by the ringleader

Morgana: MERLIN!

Aithusa is shrieking, trying to shield herself and Morgana from the fire. Merlin chants and Morgana felt Aithusa leaving

Morgana: Merlin? MERLIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Merlin: Goodbye Morgana Morgana: STOP!!

Morgana tries to reach him, but Aithusa keeps flying, away from the dungeon, away from Merlin

Episode ends

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End notes: i rlly didn’t expect it to be this long. Anyways sorry if it didn’t made sense and the pacing is off, i’m really rambling here 😭 but this is how i think morgana merlin interaction should go

season 4:

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[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

do u have any headcanons or other thoughts on teshiro? narratively i understand why he gets very few moments to shine but i also think his character could be SOOO interesting to expand on, like what is it like to inherit the role of "the Brains of Nekoma" after kenma graduates? or how does he get along with the others in his year? after the timeskip he's a cram school instructor so i like to imagine in high school he ended up tutoring a lot of the others before exams and things. and he and inuoka both became educators!! i bet they like to swap stories at team reunions lol

Teshiro can be tricky since he has so little screen time but i've got a few thoughts on him!

• At first I think he'd struggle to connect with the other first-years on the team, especially Lev and Inuoka since they're so energetic and can be a lot to handle. I can see him sorta clinging to Kai for the first few weeks since they both have calmer personalities. But after spending more time on the bench with Inuoka and Shibayama I think he'd warm up to them, mostly thanks to Shibayama getting him involved with cheering (said this in a previous post, I see Shibayama as the team cheerleader). Lev would come a bit later, maybe they bond over their weirdly grey hair lmao • First off this panel is just funny. He's so deadpan I love him for that. Second, I think it shows that Teshiro isn't really a think-on-the-fly kinda guy. He's level-headed but seems more comfortable planning stuff out rather than acting on impulse. Because of that I can see him carrying around a little notebook and writing stuff down a lot, maybe he plans strategies at night kind of like Sugawara. While on the bench he studies the spikers and how Kenma sets for them so he can adjust his own setting to each player.

• Because he's so straight-faced all the time Fukunaga has made it his mission to make him laugh. He's his own personal his boss level.

• Teshiro is the only reason Lev and Inuoka aren't failing right now. He tutors them before exams so they can go to practice camp and lets them borrow his notes since neither of them take any. He's got the most immaculate notes—perfect handwriting, color-coded, little diagrams and drawings, etc etc. Despite being in a different year Tora and Fukunaga go to him in desperation sometimes because they're dumbasses and he knows the second-year material better than them.

• I'm a believer in captain Teshiro for their third year, his level-headedness and smarts make him the perfect canidate. Inuoka is his vice captain, they balance each other out nicely— Teshiro is super organized and methodical so he keeps the team running smoothly while Inuoka's contagious sunshine attitude keeps the energy super fun and inviting.

•HE HAS CANON RESTING BITCH FACE THE POOR GUY, imagine him and Tora walking down the hallway together and everyone thinking that they're on their way to beat someone up. In reality they lost a coin flip and were sent to buy the team drinks.

• Love the idea of Teshiro and Inuoka bonding in timeskip over their education jobs, I can see Teshiro asking him for advice on how to better connect with the kids since he's great at teaching but struggles with the social aspects.

That's all i got for now, thanks for the ask anon! Teshiro's a funny little guy and it's fun to think about what he could be with more appearances