#rambling: r. suna

[captain-hawks]

18+

roommate!suna who knows about your secret burner account because you accidentally left your laptop open on the coffee table in the living room one day.

who doesn't tell you that he knows because he doesn't want to embarrass you. even though he thinks its cute when you post things like "do u think my roommate knows i've been in bed humping a pillow for an hour straight this morning because i had a nasty wet dream abt him" and "rly rly need this guy to stop wearing gray sweatpants around the house" and "how do u anonymously send ur hot roommate a bill for batteries for your vibrator asking for a friend"

roommate!suna, who might tell you that he knows eventually. who might have some filthy thoughts of his own to share.

but for now, when it's just past midnight and you're both in your own rooms and a new post pops up on your page that reads, "going 2 pass away burdened with the knowledge that i fingered myself in my roommate's bed today while he was at work"—well, suna thinks he can let this go on for a little longer as he jerks his hips into a tight, spit-soaked fist and inhales sharply as he recognizes the faint scent of your shampoo on his sheets.

[moechies]

heartbroken! darling . . who spends hours in her soft bed trying to get herself off — mind pacing back and forth to her ex boyfriend suna rintarou.

heartbroken! darling . . who hates herself for being reminded of how well his fingers worked her little cunt, and how well he fucked with his pretty dick.

heartbroken! darling . . who’s fussing, tossing and turning and huffing into her plush pillow until the soft of her upper arm accidently presses on the contact of her ex, ringing suna’s line.

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who’s eyes widen when he sees your contact name pop up — still set as ‘sweet girl’ with no intent to change it. who takes a bit of time to answer, so it doesn’t seem like he cares too much.

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who presses the green button with shaky fingers, parting his lips to speak before he hears a familiar meek moan.

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who’s cock begins to stiffen at the soft, whiny moans elicited through the speaker of the phone — clearly you’ve misclicked his contact. he knows the moral thing to do would be to hang up, but . .

heartbroken! darling . . who subconsciously whines out her ex boyfriends name slurred with a soft moan, chanting the syllables over and over with occasional ‘ . . miss you . . ‘ and ‘ love you ‘s . . ‘

ex boyfriend! sunarin . . who can hear your sloppy pussy over the poor speaker of the phones, and your soft rumbling in the sheets. who’s listening so intently that he starts to imagine your pussy crying out his name too.

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“r—rinnn . . miss y’ so much ,”

he knows — knows you’re renacting the nights where you two had to resort to phone sex, due to him being heftily busy or out of town. he’s well used to your whining and the scramble of the sheets against the phones speaker, having resorted to phone sex as a way to push off the true issue — he was never home.

“‘m sorry,” you ramble, “sorry f’being so mean . . miss y’ so much. miss your face ‘nd . . fingers and y’r cock—“ you hiccup.

you muffle your voice into your pillow, free arm wrapping under the the cushion for leverage. “rin,” you moan. “l—love you.”

your breath fastens when you feel your climax following, little thumb pressing against your sensitive clit just as suna taught you. “feels good! r—rinnn,” you cry, eyes shut tight with the vivid imagination of your now ex boyfriend behind you, helping you get off.

his sultry voice and featherlight touches transverse your thoughts, soft cries being elicited from your swollen lips and drool dirtying your pillow. you ignore the loud squelches of your pussy, or how you’re dirtying your hand and the sheets below, pumping in and out of your swollen cunt with no other desire but to cum.

you yelp, jump up in terror when you hear a loud masculine sigh and low shlicks, eyes searching the room for the source of noise. you lift your blanket with intentions to slip inside . .

revealing your phone. on an active call with your ex boyfriend named, ‘sweet boy.’ no, you hadn’t changed his contact either. the time of the call displays ‘12:38.’ a hot flash spreads throughout your body,

“r—rin?”

“y—yeah.”

“you . . you didn’t hear anything right?”

it’s so deathly silent, you could hear a pin drop.

“you really miss me that much, doll?” suna chuckles, breaking the silence with a short hum.

“no . . du—dunno what you’re talking about. i—i called on accident so ‘m gonna—“

“don’t be like that baby, don’t hang up. let me come over, yeah?”

“rin—“ you protest,

“oh? we’re not moanin’ anymore? i see . . “

“shut up, suna!” you cry out, defeated and forcibly facing the fact that you had just fucked yourself to the thought of your ex boyfriend — and he heard everything.

“c’mon. let me come over t’night and show you just how much i missed you, too. alright?”

he’s eager when you don’t protest, only a heavy huff before the line cuts off. he’s quick to messily tug up his sweats, rinse off his hand, and reach for keys.

[lilypadthaii]

idiot | suna rintarō

suna rintaro x reader :3 wc: 2.7k

tropes: unrequited love, childhood friends to lovers, kinda oblivious reader a/n: sunas probably ooc, i cant write nonchalant men srry. also NOT proofread so sorry if there r mistakes :p

you first met suna when you were both just 7 years old. you were introduced to him by the twins, who happened to be your neighbors at the time. 

the interaction didn’t feel like it was anything out of the ordinary, but looking back on it, maybe it was the start of it all. 

“hi! my name’s y/n l/n! i’ve heard a lot about you from tsumu and samu! let’s be good friends from now on, ‘kay?” 

what could he possibly do but accept? there was no way he could reject you, not with the toothy grin you flashed at him and the tight hug you enveloped him in right after. 

that was how he first got pulled into your orbit. 

from that point on, you, him, and the twins were practically inseparable. you went on adventures together everyday, catching bugs, riding your bikes, playing pranks on your parents, etc. 

while most of the time, it seemed as though he was just being dragged along, he couldn’t deny that he had fun. 

even though the twins were as annoying as ever, he didn’t actually mind you. he didn’t mind getting sneak attacked by your snowballs when it snowed in the winter, and he didn’t mind listening to you sing loudly and out of tune into the fan during the summer. 

to say the least, he found you bearable. 

he began noticing a change when he was 13, at the start of a new school year. the four of you hung out frequently, almost everyday during school hours and afterschool. yet, something had changed about the dynamic of this friend group that he couldn’t quite place.

maybe it was the way your gaze would linger on atsumu’s for longer than usual. maybe it was the way atsumu would trip over his words when you showed up. maybe it was the way it seemed like you and atsumu were slowly drifting away from him and osamu into you two’s own little world. maybe, just maybe, it was the way what used to be plans that were shared by the four of you became one on one hangouts between you and atsumu.

perhaps that’s why it didn’t shock him when you two announced that you were dating just a few weeks later. 

he couldn’t blame you for falling for him. after all, atsumu was charming, funny, talented, and treated you well. why wouldn’t you?

unfortunately, this fact didn’t stop the uneasy feeling that settled in his chest for weeks after. 

he passed it off as a side effect of the summer heat. 

when you were 15, you were arguing with atsumu almost everyday. most of the time it was just stupid stuff, like him being late to a date or leaving you on read. when he got more invested in volleyball, however, he began spending less and less time with you.

the arguments only got worse and worse. at some point, suna was sure you two were going to break up, but you never did.

one summer night, you two were eating ice cream at local convenience store. it was like any other conversation of you two’s at the time: you complaining about atsumu and him quietly listening. 

“what should i do, rin? he’s so frustrating… it doesn’t even seem like he’s wants to be with me anymore! all he ever talks about volleyball… i mean, does he even like ME anymore? maybe he’s just too busy for a relationship.”

he stared at the moon as he listened to you ramble. it was strangely beautiful tonight. he wanted to take out his phone and snap a picture, but he knew you’d get upset. 

“why don’t you just break up with him?”

he had interrupted you abruptly, so he expected you to reprimand him. instead, you went completely silent.

he turned to look at you, expecting an answer, but was surprised by what he saw. 

you were covering your face with your hands, but there was no way he could mistake the tears welling up in your eyes for anything else.

“i know, i mean, i’ve considered it so many times. i’m an idiot, i know, but i,” you blubbered, hiccupping as you spoke, “i don’t want to leave him.”

it was silent for a few seconds, and when you looked up at him, he was watching you carefully. 

“why?”

you looked down again and swallowed before replying. “because i love him, suna. i love him so much, i can’t imagine being without him. i know it might just be because i’m young and stupid, but i don’t want to give up on us.”

you were slightly startled by the comforting touch of his head on your head, patting you as if you were a pet. 

“things will work out. atsumu loves you too, he’s just an idiot. don’t doubt yourself, dumbass.”

you choked out a laugh as you wiped your tears. 

“thanks, rin. i’m so glad you’re my best friend.”

you gave him your signature toothy grin, and his heart did the thing, just as it always did when you smiled at him, and just as he always would, he’d brush it off as him being sick. man, he really needed to get this heart problem checked out.

even as you continued your rant about your incompetent boyfriend, suna wondered how, even with your puffy eyes and red nose, you managed to look like that. how the moonlight perfectly traced your features, as if gently kissing every aspect of your face.  

perhaps he’d known it for a while, but was in denial, that he felt something for you that a best friend shouldn’t. but what could he do? 

you were in love with atsumu, and this was an absolute. a fact of life, just like how humans needed air to live and the sky was blue. 

when you were 17, your relationship had gotten past the arguing stage and was relatively stable. you went every game of inarizaki’s that you could, cheering for them from the sidelines.

there was one particular game that stuck with suna. it was a victory in a difficult game against karasuno. 

after the game, he saw you running up to him, and spread his arms, ready to receive your hug. 

but it wasn’t him you were running to. it was atsumu. it wasn’t his hug to receive. it was atsumu’s. you ran past him, jumping into atsumu’s arms, and he spun you around as you congratulated him with kisses. 

he’d remember that moment forever, because it’d serve as a reminder that it would never be him, and that he shouldn’t ever get his hopes up.

when he was 18, he received a text from you that would end your 11 year friendship. you two had been distant for a while, so it shouldn’t have been too surprising. 

“hey, suna. we’ve been friends for so long, and it breaks my heart to do this to us, but i don’t think we should be friends anymore. atsumu doesn’t want me being too close to any guys, which is understandable, so i think it’s only right of me to do this. i’m sorry, and i wish you the best. i hope you’ll remember me as your best best friend :)”

he considered calling you, but stopped himself. what did he want from you? an explanation? you’d already given him one. there wasn’t anything he could do. 

he buried himself in volleyball to force himself to forget you, what you two had, or rather, what he had for you. it worked, for a while, until he received a sudden call from an unknown number on his 22nd birthday. 

he was out with his team, getting drinks at a bar. he probably would’ve declined, if not for the gut feeling that rose in his stomach when he saw the number. so he stepped out and answered.

“hello? ri- oops, suna, is that you?”

he swore he felt his heart rate accelerate as soon as he heard your voice through the speaker. 

“yeah, it’s me. is this y/n?” you’d gotten a new number, he noted. 

“yes, i know, this is sudden and weird, and i don’t want to intrude, but i know it’s your birthday, so i just wanted to say happy birthday. i hope you’re doing well. i know it’s not my place to say this, so i’m sorry-“

you were rambling, just as you always did when you were stressed or nervous. it made him a little happy, knowing you hadn’t changed.

“it’s okay,” he interrupted, “thank you for that. i’m doing well. how are you?”

he’d spend the next hour on the phone with you, catching up on your lives, until one of his teammates popped his head out of the restaurant and asked if he was coming back in.

“i’m definitely ruining your birthday night huh? i’m so sorry, i’ll let you get back to that. but, if it’s okay, would you like to meet up sometime? i’ll text you, if it’s okay?”

“yeah, sure.”

“happy birthday, rin!” was all he heard before you hung up. the nickname gave him a rush of nostalgia, one that warmed his insides.

he went back inside the bar with a stupid grin on his face that he couldn’t wipe off, one that would get him teased by his teammates for the rest of the night.

a week later, he finds himself in a cozy cafe near his house that he never knew existed, pretending to browse the weather app on his phone as he waits. 

he’s so nervous he doesn’t even notice you until you sit down directly in front of him, setting down your bag with dozens of clinking keychains attached. 

you laugh as you see him visibly startle. “it’s just me, suna. sorry i’m a little late. how long’ve you been waiting for?”

“just a few minutes, don’t worry.”

he pauses to take in your appearance. you’re as beautiful as ever. you seem more mature now (how stupid, you’re both adults now after all), but he can still see glimpses of your much younger self in the smile you give him. 

he snaps himself out of his trance when you speak up, “i know all i’ve been doing since we started talking again is apologizing, but i’m genuinely sorry, suna. i shouldn’t have done that to you. i threw away our friendship like it was nothing. i told myself it was for the better, that atsumu needed me, and i wanted to be the best girlfriend for him. but i’ve since realized how naive i was.” you pause, thinking back to your nearly ten year relationship. he sees something in your eyes he didn’t when you two were together, and suna can’t stop himself from asking. 

“are you two… still together?” 

you can almost laugh at how hesitant he sounds, like he’s trying not to step on a landmine. 

“no, we’re not. we broke up a year ago, and i’ve realized it was for the better.” when you see his questioning gaze, you continue, “i feel like most of our relationship, i was basically living for him. i centered my life around him. i lost friends and hobbies all for a guy who i know now cares more about volleyball than he could about anybody. i’m the biggest idiot in the world.” 

you feel the tears coming back to you, but you force them down. you’re here to apologize, not to make an even bigger fool of yourself.

“you’re not an idiot, y/n. you found something great, and you just wanted to treasure it. it’s his fault he couldn’t appreciate that.”

as he says this, he gives you an adoring smile, as if saying he thinks you’ve hung the moon and stars, and you feel your heart swoon a little at the sight. 

“do you.. accept my apology? i know we might not be able to go back to the way we were before, but can we at least be friends again? as selfish as this may seem, i miss what we had, suna.”

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i can do that, y/n.”

a feeling of dejection washes you, but you do your best to quickly brush it off. 

“i understand. again, i’m sorry. i’m glad we had the chance to catch up, though. i should leave now-“

“you misunderstood. i can’t be just friends with you. the reason i wanted to catch up with you wasn’t so we could just be friends.”

the next words he says are the exact ones you never thought he’d say, let alone to you.

“i like you. no, i’m in love with you. it took a while to come to terms with, but i’ve been in love with you since we first became best friends. i thought i’d be able to act normal after seeing you again, that the feeling would fade, but it hasn’t. in fact, it’s only gotten stronger.”

suna thought he’d have trouble saying it, but as soon as it started, the words came out naturally, likely because the feelings he felt for you came just as naturally to him.

“now, if we’re going to be friends, i want it to be with the intention of becoming lovers in the future. i know you’re still getting over him, and you’re not ready, but if you ever think you are and you want to give me a chance, i’m right here.”

“i always have been,” he adds.

you’re speechless, and you swear you feel like your heart is pumping at 200 mph. you’d be lying if you said before you began dating atsumu, you’d never seen him as a potential partner, but that was so long ago and you were just a kid.

“oh. i’m- what? sorry, i’m just really surprised. i don’t know what to say, suna.”

“that’s alright. i’m not expecting anything right now, but in the future, if you’re looking for something, let me be the first option, yeah?”

that night, he feels like a heavy weight has been lifted off his heart. he goes to sleep thinking about how pretty you looked in the cafe.

a couple months later, you two go on your first ever date. it’s a picnic by the river near your house, and it just so happens to be on the day of a lantern festival. you both make wishes as you light your lanterns and set them into the water. he makes a quick wish that your wish will come true, and after he watches as you intently make yours. you look so cute, he can’t help but snap a picture. he should make that his lock screen, he decides.

he asks you out officially just a few months later. it happens during a romantic, candlelit dinner at his house. you’re a little drunk from the wine, so you start crying about how considerate he is and how much you like him, pulling him into a tight hug. he can’t wipe the stupid smile off his face as he comforts you.

one unsuspecting weekend, suna announces that he’ll be flying you out to one of his official volleyball games. it’s sudden, but you want to support him, so you don’t put up a fight. you’re sitting on the bleachers before the game begins, and it’s so crowded you can barely hear, but there’s no mistaking the way the announcer calls your name. you look at suna questioningly, and he gestures for you to come down. when you finally make it down onto the court, all his teammates are standing off to the side. as you get closer to suna, he smiles, and it’s so bright that you can’t help but smile back. 

he then gets down on one knee, and you swear your heart almost explodes on the spot. before he can finish his question, you jump on him, enveloping him in a hug that ends up with you on top of him on the ground. as the tears well up in your eyes, you watch as he slides the ring on your finger intently, and you realize you must have been an idiot to not notice him all this time.

divider source: cafekitsune!!

[kitasgloves]

"R U Mine?"

tracklist

— ♬ "And I can't help myself. All I wanna ever say is, 'Are you mine?'"

— ♬ Atsumu x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, fem reader, rockstar au, vocalist! guitarist! atsumu, no beta just me being down bad for rockstar tsumu

His honey-brown eyes always find your figure in the crowd so it becomes natural to seek you. The color of your hair, the shimmer in your eyes, the tint of your lips, and the shape of your silhouette invaded Atsumu Miya's mind on a daily. Being labeled by the media as 'the hottest modern rockstar' meant he was granted opportunities. Nonstop concerts and gigs, exclusive interviews and meet and greets, and overflowing awards. Atsumu was exposed to meeting people left and right, he was accustomed to forgetting their faces at the end of the day. However, he finds it impossible to forget you.

You're nothing but a friend of a friend, a pretty girl with a pretty name. You attended most of his band's concerts, he knows because he manages to spot you in the crowd every time. You have a particular effect on him. Whenever you're in Atsumu's line of vision, his nerves get all tied up into a knot, his chest doing odd flutters, and his tummy performing foreign flips. You tend to bring the best out of him during concerts because his performance enhances every time he sees you watching him from the crowd. Yet you're capable of weakening him so much so that he feels like a puppet on a string.

Atsumu had met you once in a small gathering exclusive to all his friends. You were his rhythm guitarist's childhood friend. How could he forget you trailing behind Suna Rintaro with an excited grin on your lips when he formally introduced you to him? Especially when you gushed about how fantastic he was as a musician and singer before begging him for an autograph. Since then, you have never left, not even once, Atsumu's mind.

He lazily sits back on the velvet chair as the interviewer rambles out questions to him and his band members about their new upcoming album and world tour. Blah blah blah, it goes over Atsumu's head. He's going crazy because here isn't where he wants to be. And satisfaction feels like a distant memory. He could have all the applause, awards, and riches in the world but it will never make him content. Not when you're not beside him, not when you're not his.

The green look of envy never suited Atsumu, especially when it was evident. It wasn't easy to stop glaring at Suna when you were always running up to him first. Granted, you two were childhood friends, but it's not like there weren't better options for you such as himself. You had the privilege to be friends with the band but it's unfair that you and he weren't getting closer after being given opportunities. 

"Yer glarin' at Suna again"

Atsumu blows out a raspberry and walks off to busy himself with his guitar. The band's drummer, Aran Oijiro, shakes his head with slight amusement. Atsumu could cool off and write a song about how he and you should be misbehaving for days and losing track of time and space. And how you're a silver lining climbing on his desire. He gets often teased by his bandmates on how the songs he's been writing are obvious confessions to you. They could fuck off for all he cares.

"Oi, Miya, the show is in ten minutes"

Sakusa Kiyoomi, their bassist, rolled his eyes at Atsumu when the blonde was frantically fixing himself in the mirror for the nth time.

"I know! I know! Don't rush me, Omi"

"It's not like she's gonna be there"

"Oh, she will"

Atsumu smirked and Sakusa only scowls at him and leaves him in the dressing room. And he was right, there you were in the front row watching his band play. God, every time you cheered and screamed the lyrics along with him, Atsumu's voice wavered. His knees were growing mellow and he's been hitting the wrong chords more than once now. His bandmates were sending him looks, probably wondering what has gotten him to fuck up a few of the songs in a row.

Sweat poured all over his body as heat burned further in his belly. Atsumu gulped, he knew his longing for you was getting out of hand. You had him chasing after you for ages, you're cruel for letting him live only on the thrill of the chase. He wanted you. He needed you. Atsumu just wanted to hear you say 'Are you mine?'.

After the show, the blonde hurries backstage and ignores the concerned calls of his bandmates. He knows he wasn't at his peak during the show but he couldn't give a fuck. Atsumu waits at the door, he patiently waits for you to knock and enter. A grin splits on his face when he hears your familiar knocking on the backstage door. All his bandmates were most likely in the dressing room so he was the one who answered.

"Hey Rinta-oh. Atsumu?"

You stood there bewildered by the figure towering over you by the door. Atsumu chuckles lowly as he pulls you by the hip inside and swiftly shuts the door. He leans over you while you're pressed against the wall.

"Uh, are you okay, Atsumu?"

"Hm? I've been better, sweetheart"

"Are you sure? Because back on stage you seem...off"

"Oh, yer gettin' concerned 'bout me?"

There was an instant blush rising on your cheeks that drew out a laugh from the blonde. You glare up at him when he teases you with a smirk.

"I doubt the world isn't concerned about the world's hottest modern rockstar"

"Yeah, but it isn't every day that I get a pretty girl tellin' me she's concerned 'bout me"

"...What are you on about, Atsumu?"

You raised a brow and crossed your arms. That's when Atsumu hastily takes your arm and leads you to the nearest restroom. You gasp when he presses you against the locked door before inching his face close to yours.

"Ya know, I've had it with ya, [Name]"

"What the hell did I do to you?"

"A million things but stealin' my heart is one of 'em"

There was a pregnant pause as you gazed up at him, flabbergasted. You blink at him, batting your eyelashes as if feigning innocence and it was enough to make restraint snap within Atsumu.

"I thought...I thought you were just playing"

"You have no idea how badly I wanna make ya mine, [Name]"

"Atsumu..."

The space closes between you and him as you grab him by the fabric of his shirt while one of his hands plays around your waistline as the other grabs your chin. Atsumu's face leans forward to the point his breath tickles your face.

"Well, are you mine?"

He asks and the answer you grant him is capturing his lips with your own, starting a fiery dance of clashing emotions. Both of your lips caught in a fervent kiss with hands clumsily exploring each other's bodies. Without even an hour, clothes were being desperately pulled off each other's bodies, and nails digging into each other's skin. 

"You got me, baby"

That was your reply and it drove Atsumu to madness. Breathless moans were exchanged as heat engulfed both you and Atsumu. His teeth mark your skin, your nails clawing his back, and the unwavering eye contact from the two of you. Bless the unfortunate soul who approaches the restroom to hear an obnoxious banging on the other side of the door and labored panting.

After that fiasco, Atsumu was happy to announce his official relationship with you to his band. He's met with several 'Damn, finally' from most of them, Suna appeared the most relieved saying 'Took you two long enough, it was painful to watch you two act like idiots' or whatever that meant. Every musician has their muse, and you were his muse. You brought meaning to every song he wrote and played on stage. You were the inspiration for his success. And most importantly, you were his. Of course, Atsumu was yours too. Not just for tonight or tomorrow. But for the rest of each other's lives.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[iwas-princess]

I jus got the most perfect request

OK SO BASICALLY LETS SAY RIN AND YN ARE BEST FREINDS THEN RIN SEES THAT YN POSTED SUM LIKE “when his name starts with a r” AND HES LIKE CONFUSED AND THEN WHEN HE ASKS HER AB IT SHES LIKE “rin I want to be YOUR princess” DJDJDKDKSK

stop this is such a beautiful concept

suna rintaro • the one kept secret

“shit, i lost again.” rintaro mumbled to himself, his long fingers tapping his phone screen violently as he fought against some random opponent on his newly downloaded combat app— one he’ll soon forgot about within a month, you were sure.

the delicious smell of a cookie dough candle filled his living room, your insistence of the smelly area finally had him agreeing to let you lend him your favorite candle as a ‘welcoming home present’ after a month of your begging. the sounds of his thumbs thumping against the electronic device filled the naturally darkened room, his black out curtains doing more than enough to keep him satisfied.

suna was so content with the energy he created tonight, his mind occupied with the focus of a fresh game to entertain him and the area looking the exact aesthetic he wanted.

black and white tapestries covered his ivory walls, designs of random gothic art and skeletons crowded the small space, led strips lined the room and lit it up with a red glow— just as he always preferred.

his black shag rug let his bare left foot rest on it as his long leg dangled off of his couch, the other limb sitting on the arm of the sofa comfortably as he finally prepared to play against atsumu, a long awaited match that rintaro desperately tried to level up for as much as he could beforehand to ensure victory.

just as he was about to begin the fight, a notification from snapchat popped on his screen.

subconsciously, his eyes flickered to the top of his screen, catching your name on a story update.

he blinked, contemplating whether he should’ve waited to look and finish the round or leave to see whatever you posted.

deciding that you could’ve waited a few minutes, he clicked the ruby start button and watched in anticipation as atsumu’s character said their signature opening line.

halfway through his match, a loud ping on his phone irrupted the quiet atmosphere of the room causing his eyes to widen at the sudden loud noise and nearly loose to the cocky blonde.

the notification was an imessage from osamu that read ‘dude, have u seen y/n’s story?’

“fuck, the one time i don’t check it right away.” he grumbled to the empty air of his apartment, sighing at he paused the game reluctantly.

‘nah not yet, y?’ he replied.

he stared at the typing dots as the other twin responded, awaiting the answer to his question.

‘go check. like now.’

—

“y/n can i ask you something and i need you to be one hundred percent honest. i’m a judgment free-zone, as you are aware-“

you threw a green grape at him as he nearly started to ramble, a small giggle leaving your mouth as it hit his cheek.

“just spit it out, rin. you know i never keep anything from you.”

he narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously before flicking the discarded grape away from his leg where it landed, causing it to fly your way.

“quit it.” you whined.

he smiled lazily and shrugged, his pale hands tucked into the pockets of his black joggers and fiddling with a vape in one and his phone in the other.

he didn’t want to dance around the question, he really didn’t, and rintaro certainly wasn’t the type to anyway— especially with you.

ever since you two met, you clicked and had been inseparable since. every crush, sexual encounter, breakup, argument, relationship or whatever, was admitted shamelessly with one another every weekend, a slumber party being thrown in celebration of secret spilling.

personal questions were often asked without regard for privacy, and each time you both would tell the other without hesitation, knowing that your answer would be held securely and no judgement would be given.

so this didn’t seem like any different, really. he asked you about crushes whenever he suspected them, and you never felt uncomfortable about it then— certainly you wouldn’t now, right?

except, this time it wasn’t a random boy in your calc class who smelled nice and always glanced your way with a doe eyes look or a girl at the coffee shop that smiled too sweetly at you as she handed you your order— this was rintaro that he suspected you liked.

his eyes locked with yours, trying to sense a spark of interest on your behalf (which he failed at finding.), before speaking.

“do you like me?”

you furrowed your brows at the question, a scoff leaving your lips as you chewed on a grape.

“of course i like you, why do you think i’ve put up with your shit for so long, rinnie? you’re my best friend, i have to like you or else there would be an issue.” you answered, a little dumbfounded that he asked such an obvious question.

why wouldn’t you like him? you spent every weekend at his dirty apartment, gossiping over popcorn and a movie you had no interest in, willingly. in fact, you would even say that these special two days each week made your life so much more worth living, if you had to, of course. but you’d never tell him that.

“not like that, y/n.” rintaro swallowed thickly. “do you have a crush on me?”

the world went silent as the question lingered in the air of his bedroom, your face suddenly pale and breathing seemingly more rapid. your blinks seemed to slow as your eyes trained on the lame action movie he insisted you watch, avoiding his gaze in fear of everything being given away.

after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence and the both of you awkwardly laying in his bed together, you took a deep breath in before answering his question.

“no.”

his brows shot up in surprise for a fleeting moment before they furrowed again, confusion settling on his face.

he was sure that he analyzed everything correctly after your post, going over memories that he flagged as ‘odd occurrences’ with you over the years, even looking over text messages that seemed too flirty.

after collecting plenty enough evidence, he concluded that his best friend, y/n y/l/n, had a fat crush on him for quite some time now.

five years to be exact.

from the moment that you kissed him on new years, to the time you asked him to take your virginity on your nineteenth birthday, suna brushed it off as you just trusting him enough with your body and most sacred moments, never thinking too much about it until recently.

but as he stared at his popcorned ceiling every night since your story, he began to piece everything together— almost everything.

“no?” he repeated, stunned and in disbelief.

you had to be embarrassed and just telling him something to shut him up, hoping that he’d drop it and never bring it up again, right? just as you had with all of your other crushes in high school. maybe you picked up the pattern again, he hoped.

“nope.”

“y/n, i know. i know that you like me and it’s okay, i-i’m not weirded out by it, at all. i think it’s cool that you like-“

“just drop it.”

“no,” he sat up. “we have to talk about this y/n, it’s what we do. you like me, and that’s fine. it won’t change anything between us, i promise. i’ll pretend i don’t even know from now on and-“

“i don’t ‘like’ you, rintaro. i-i’m in love with you, okay? is that what you wanted to hear?” you snapped, your eyes closing as you spoke harshly.

he blinked, dumbfounded at the news.

in love? you were in love with him? for how long? how? why?

why hadn’t you told him? he was your best friend, the one you told practically everything to, even calling him every night to tell him about your day, even when it was the most boring occurrences. this was something huge, surely something you’d tell him if were anyone but him.

so what was so different? it was just rintaro, and he’d love you either way.

“you’re in love with me? are you sure?”

you scoffed, shaking your head in annoyance with the jet haired man beside you. you could feel the unpleasant sensation of tears building and the feeling made you want to curl under his oak bedframe and bawl until you couldn’t produce anymore tears.

“yes. i’m absolutely sure, unfortunately.” you grumbled back.

“oh.”

the new found information took a bit to fully soak into his brain, and once it had he was full of questions.

“why?” he asked first, not being a man of many words as usual.

“because, rintaro,” you sighed, finally accepting that this was the conversation of tonight as you kept your gaze on the boring movie before you began to speak thoughtfully. “you’re all i’ve ever wanted in a boyfriend. the way you talk about treating your future significant others is exactly what i want, and i guess at first the idea of it all made me develop a crush. then we started hanging out more and you began doing sweet things for me and got more attractive, i just fell? i don’t know how to explain it exactly but all i know is that you’re so perfect and i’m not. we would never work, and i’ve excepted that-“

his lips crashed with yours suddenly, taking your breath away as he did so. the unfamiliar yet wonderful feeling of his plush lips molding with yours as if he had done this a million times before caused a tear to roll down you cheek in bliss.

this was all you ever wanted, all you ever dreamed of and it wad finally happening without you even having to ask him first.

he pulled away just as your tongue grazed his bottom lip, attempting to deepen the kiss.

you nearly frowned at the denial, fearful that he began to regret his actions.

but just as your lips were about to downturn, his slender finger pressed against them.

“i’ve wanted to do that every since you baked me those pot brownies.” he admitted, breathless and face flushed.

your eyed widened at his confession, cheeks heating and world spinning around you as you recalled that night.

“but, rinnie, that was two years ago-“

“i know.”

“why didn’t you kiss me before tonight then?”

his eyes flickered to your lips, watching the plump skin part as you breathed nervously— awaiting his response.

“i’m not sure. i thought about it, every night- but i just couldn’t risk scaring you off. you’re my best friend, y/n; i can’t live without you. ever.” his voice was softer than you’ve ever heard it, and held as much emotion as he could express in a sentence without crying.

it was true, he had always wanted to kiss you until your lips were swollen and you were giggling with butterflies in your stomach. maybe, he realized in this past few minutes, he loved you too.

he was sure you were the reason he never dated any of the pretty girls that gave him their numbers, he had been pretty admin about that for some time now. but, he only thought that it was because you were the only girl he needed in his life for now, you were enough to keep him happy until you got a boyfriend of you own.

but, maybe it was something deeper now.

“then you don’t have to.” you whispered.

with that, he kissed you once more, but this time deepening the kiss himself.

the kiss held unspoken passion and wordless love exchanges, all of the pent up emotions healthily expressed themselves with each mold of your lips.

after a few minutes, he pulled away to catch his breath and to look at your worked up state for the first time.

the room filled with the sound small heavy breaths, hearts thumping nervously against both of your chests, desperate to touch each other finally. you both laid in his bed, trying to catch your breaths and register everything that had happened within such short period of time.

“y/n? can i ask you something?” he asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

you hummed in agreement, still breathless and in slight shock of his confessions.

“what was it exactly about how i wanted to love my girlfriends that drew you in?” he asked, a small smirk threatening to sprawl on his face.

you evened your breath finally, reaching up to cup his face as you began to speak.

“the whole princess treatment plan you had, everything you said that you wanted to do with her; like driving her everywhere and carrying her in the apartment everyday after trips, stuff like that. why?”

“wanna be my princess?” he asked bluntly.

a large smile spread across your face at his question, your heart thumping rapidly against your ribs.

you were already so in love with this man but you were certain that he couldn’t have asked you out any more perfectly.

“i would love to be your princess.”

[fundmydeathowo]

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[6okuto]

Hello!! Im so sorry to bother u but ive been trying to search again for this smau scenario(?) That ive read some time ago of hq boys commenting on reader's post with picture of them (if im not mistaken it was set on twitter) i couldnt find it anywhere 😭 i saw ur "replying to fans/neg" post and thought the op of it was u (since the style is sort of similar) but i think i was mistaken :((( i was wondering if u knew or have seen of it b4 ainskwjsjs thatd be a great help pls i cant stop thinking of it it was hilariously adorable 😭😭😭😭 (some of the charas in the post was kuroo, bokuto, nishinoya, hinata and oikawa & suna too if im not mistaken and they have established relationship with reader!! I do rmmbr kuroo commenting smthng like "hey are you free this saturday (or sunday i cant rmmbr aisjiwjw) bc i am free this saturday would you like to go out together this saturday -guy free this saturday" and the pics of reader for each character are varied body types and races for representation purposes if im not mistaken 🙏🙏 owjdiwjs sorry if im rambling but i desperately need to see the post again bc the boys replies are so corny they make my heart swell 🥲🥺) im so sorry to bother u again but i hope u have an awesome and lovely day bc u deserve it and rmmbr to stay hydrated!!!!!

gasp . that was me omg I FORGOT TO UPDATE MY MASTERLISTS 🫣😭 it was them reacting to ur new post !!! U R SO KIND IM GLAD U LIKED IT (o^—^)o thank u so so so so much take care of urself too!!!!

[daddykawa]

stoner suna inviting you over so he can smoke you out and he also ends up eating you out :))))))

[undermattsun-archive]

i act like i’m ok but rlly i need a middle blocker to give me head

[brathalo]

suna and hands. please.

nah nahh nahhh but his long pretty digits, anon !!!! the kinds that literally w r a p around your throat and leaves bruises all over your skin??? and fucking hell his PALMS 😵😵💨 they're so big and wide and rough from years of volleyball, and they literally cup your entire face !!!! often when he finds you annoying he gently places his hand on your face just to shut you up 😭😭 and you hate to admit this but you actually do shut up, and just take in the scent of his cologne and lick his palm while you're at it. he doesn't seem to mind most of the time when you do that, but UGH imagineー💀💀⚠️

you're rambling about something (as usual) when he does his usual trick of playfully calming you down,,,,,placing his entire hand right on your face. now habitually, you'd lick his palm and watch as he groans out an ew, and then scold him for being a big meanie 😪👍 this time however, you mindlessly took his hand from your face and stuck both his digits right in your warm, wet mouth, sliding your tongue slowly between his fingers, running it just on top of the ridge of his hand.

suna's jaw.

it fell wide fucking open. he's just standing there, a huge blush attacking his cheeksーwatching you shamelessly swallow down his huge hand, even daring to give him the sweetest angelic smile ever after your plush lips leaves his fingers with a wet pop!! "too much?" you murmur nervously, eyes shaking a little bit hesitantly at his expression.

your hear his breath hold and he stares at you incredulouslyーnot even letting himself blink for a good few seconds.

"just how fucking filthy can you get?"

his hands were immediately wrapped around your neck, thumbs right on the lobes of your earsーforcing you to keep eye contact with him. "tell me baby,,,, ya' fucking feel this? yeah? feel it baby?" he hums as he drags you to his torso, dipping his head whilst staring at your lips, blatantly ignoring the tears already gathering at your lids.

"you caused this, yeah?" he thrusts right between your legs, and you felt it, the soft poke aching to be let out. "you fucking did this, are you gonna' help me take care of it doll?" he croons softly, and you nod like clockworkーpressing your lips into a tearful smile, filled with a mix of glee and fear at his wolfish guise. "m' sorry, so sorry," you choke outーstruggling from his grasp.

he grimaces audibly, shaking his head. "sorry's not gonna' cut it doll, you know better then that don't you?" he smiled, playfully lopsided, the sadistic hint of excitement already sparkling enticingly in his eye. "need ya' to bend over, ass up." he pulls down your shorts in one swift motion, ignoring your squeal as a loud smack fills the room, your trembling body desperately leeching out your way from his iron grip.

"we'll see how you like my hands after i'm done with you, yeah? pretty sluts like you need discipline so badly, right baby?"

[captain-hawks]

the look on suna’s face is anything but surprised when the door to his apartment swings open.

his gaze briefly flicks downward to take in the miserable state of your rain-soaked dress and the heels clutched in your right hand. everything about your current state is a sad, waterlogged, neon billboard advertising just how spectacularly bad your date was.

casting a glance at the rapidly flickering fluorescent light on the ceiling up above, you sigh when your best friend’s lips begin to part. “don’t even say it, rin.”

his mouth obediently snaps shut, but he can’t hide the faint hint of amusement that curves its way into the line between his lips anyway.

suna takes up so much goddamn space as he stands there in front of you, his body leaning against one side of the doorframe as his fingertips casually grasp the other. rolling your eyes, you duck beneath his outstretched arm and hip check him as you pass, unceremoniously dropping your shoes in the entryway beside his messy pile of sneakers and boots.

no words pass between the two of you as suna briefly disappears down the hall, tossing a pile of dry clothes at your head when he emerges from the depths of his bedroom a moment later. he doesn’t even bother looking at you once you make your way back into the living room in a matching ejp raijin t-shirt and sweatpants, just lifts his arm and waits for you to settle down against him on the couch.

it’s only once the movie playing on the television—a rom com that you’re well aware he only put on for your sake alone—is nearly twenty minutes in that he finally speaks.

“told you that guy was a loser.”

sighing heavily, you pinch the bridge of your nose, burrowing yourself even further sideways into the warmth of his body heat despite your annoyance.

“you said that about the last guy.”

he huffs, and you can feel his chin brush over the top of your head as he turns toward you. “no, i said that guy was a dork.”

fingertips skirting beneath the edge of his sweatshirt, you pinch the skin just above his hip, and he lets out an undignified yelp as he grasps your hand and moves it to his thigh instead.

“regardless, shouldn’t you be supportive? i seem to remember you griping about me being a—“ you pause, making finger quotes with your free hand for emphasis, “‘freeloader’ who steals your netflix account and food every night.”

suna’s quiet beside you, eyes on the television screen like this sordid love confession in the rain is suddenly the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

“think of how many shitty eighties movies you’ll be able to watch when i’m too busy with my new boyfriend to come bother you every day,” you continue cheerfully.

at that, suna shifts your positions, yawning as he slides his head into your lap. the odd golden green shade of his eyes glints in the dim light of the living room as he stares up at you expectantly, unblinking.

“then who's gonna play with my hair till i fall asleep when the movie is boring?” he asks with a lazy smile, tilting his neck just enough to brush his head against the hand currently resting on your kneecap.

you let out a huff that’s equal parts exasperated and fond, rolling your eyes as you watch his slide shut the moment you begin carding your fingers through his soft, dark locks.

(it’s always like this with rintarou, this effortless intimacy. this strange, liminal space where your friendship exists.)

and as his breathing slowly starts to even out, as the movie plays on forgotten in the background, you wonder—not for the first time—what it would be like to kiss him.

[t0shii]

% pretty hands

.! suna, hanamaki, akaashi (sep) x gn!r

.! fluff/ not proofread

.! a/n inspired by my post from the other day

suna

you hugged his back, chin perched on his shoulder while he played a game with the twins. you were watching his game, seriously you were, until you glanced down at his watch which rested in his lap, attached to a controller. whilst he clicked away, you couldn't help but admire the way his hands held the small object, they were so... large compared to the controller, slender, his nails painted pink from two nights before after you'd begged him to let you pain them. they were, dare you say, pretty.

you sat there watching his hands for around 15 minutes and he must've felt it because when he asked, "whatcha starin' at pretty?" you felt a heat rush to your cheeks faster than you could answer him, you were slightly embarrassed. "uhmm nothing." it came out more like a question rather than an answer which makes him let out a breath that you recognized as a laugh, "are you sure?" by now you can hear atsumu yelling at him through his headset that he's making them lose but suna doesn't seem to care as he mutes his friends, eyes now on you. "you've been quiet. what's on your mind, baby?" he cups his hand over your cheek and soothes your warm skin, running a cold thumb over the bags of your eye. "your hands... i just thought they were pretty."

you can see his eyes glance to the hand cupping your cheek before staring back into, what felt like, your soul, "you think so?" his lips curl into a grin, "thank you." he rubs the skin under your eye a few more times before raising this other hand to cup the opposite cheek and giving your face a squeeze, "i think your face is pretty." he says before kissing your lips. you can only let out a muffled, "thank you." as he laughs at you, "you're too cute, really."

hanamaki

you sat in his lap as he helped with you your homework just like every other friday afternoon. honestly you were listening to his lesson or at least you were trying to but he was making it so hard. you'd never realized his hands were so... pretty. of course you'd held them, kissed them, seen them before, etc. you'd just never really recognized them as 'pretty' until he was writing down a math equation on the notebook paper in front of you.

finally, when you stop your 'mhms' he knows you're no longer listening to his explanation, he wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest, "you're not listening. getting sleepy? we can take a break if you want." you're immediately snapped out of your thoughts at his words. "what? no, no! i was just spaced out, sorry." you ramble, "can you... start over? i'll listen this time." he chuckles and hugs you tighter, "mhm, so you start here-" not even three sentences in you feel yourself staring again and, of course he notices. "baby, if you need a break that's fine, we can-" "no no makki, it's just that... i can't concentrate. i'm not tired it's... it's your hand..." he's a confused humming sound and moved his hand slightly. honestly you didn't even know how to describe his hands. of course you see them all the time, why were you only just noticing how nice they looked? all slender and long, they were just... pretty.

"what about my hand, baby?" he asks, tone a little teasing. you reach for his other hand which is hooked around your waist and hold it up for him to see, playing with his fingers. "they're really pretty." you sigh, pressing a kiss to the pads of his pointer finger. he fights the blush threatening his cheeks, "this is what you're so concerned about?" "mhm" he laughs, "well, thank you for the compliment." he says, pressing a kiss to where your jaw meets your neck, "do you wanna sit here and play with my fingers the rest of the day or continue with the lesson? i don't mind either way."

akaashi

it was normal for you to sit in his lap while he did paperwork, sitting in a comfortable silence together. you often found yourself staring at his hands, writing, typing, or even just sitting there, they always looked so pretty. though you'd never told him about this thought. currently, you had a concentrated look contorted on your face as you stared, a look he seemed to notice. "everything okay, angel?" he nudges you with his elbow which snaps you out of your thoughts, "hm? oh yeah, i'm fine." you straighten your back and give him a reassuring smile, "are you sure? you look tired, you don't have to sit with me ya know? go take a nap if you're feeling sleepy." he kisses your cheek and smiles at you innocently.

"keiji," you giggle, "i'm not sleepy, plus i wanna sit with you. i was just zoned out." you rub your eyes, though, now that you were thinking about it, maybe you were a little sleepy. "what were you so focused on then?" "your hands." you're honest and he's confused. "what you mean? what's wrong with them?" he inspects them and you shake your head, grabbing them. "nothing's wrong with them, keji. i just think they're really pretty." you confess, kissing the knuckles on each hand, "pretty?" "mhm." "how's that?" "well, i dunno. they're just nice to look at. oh! and mine fits in them really well, like a puzzle piece, look." you lace your fingers between his and show him what you mean and he realizes you're right. "see, not to big not too small, and they're super soft too." you smile and he nods. "i see what you mean, about the puzzle piece i mean."

"so you agree? you have really pretty hands." he nods "well i guess, but i think yours are nicer than mine. it's your hand that fits so well into mine, they were made for me i think." pink rushes to his cheeks as he says it, "was that weird to say?" "no! i think you're right, baby." you offer him a smile and he returns it, kissing the back of your hand which he held. "thank you for the compliment by the way." you nod and yawn, stretching your arms out, "i knew you were getting sleepy, lets go take a nap."

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[youta]

ship your moots

- from a very nice moot

yah it'll be very embarrassing if i leave u out,, also i'll do characters <3 i have 60+ mutuals so i can't include all but tbh just send me an ask if you're curious LOL

+ i just got this ask not all of them are haikyuu characs but yaya

@yakumoh x yakumo: obviously, i don't even know his character yet i still could ramble hours of them <333 they'd look soso hot together omfg (also x me. yakumo move aside!!)

@ryesei x gojo: i have seen them talk about gojo before and now in my head its rine x gojo always

@06-01 x zhongli: omg i saw they like genshin too and i can totally see it :o !!

@meqgumis x osamu: no clue why but i can totally see it <3

@takahirosun x hanamaki: OK yeah i'm biased here but i can see them tgt so much </3

@wakatshi x ushijima: literally only person i ship w him,, soso perfect together >:)

@sunascupid x suna: who else!!! literally the cutest, my fav couple i love it <3

@melsuki x atsumu: no bc they'd match soso well!! n look super cute too

@sasuvrs x kuroo: for some reason i instantly thought of kuroo LOL so def him

@yorouu x giyuu: omg i think it's perfect. i hope she even likes him but i can see it??? yeahyeah + from haikyuu oikawa!!

@tetsunova x kuroo: IT HAS TO BE HIMM they r just so cute,, just like her icon >:)

i went through my following like 5 times im so sorry if i left u out

[acremi]

Hello! I would like to request comforting s/o after nightmares part2? I dont have characters that I wanna do for this so I’ll leave you with the characters. Hope you are well and stay safe💕

HOW THEY COMFORT YOU AFTER A NIGHTMARE, PART 2

a/n: here you go! i added some of the ones my anons said they liked (and ofc my favorite: tendou), but feel free to send another ask if you want any other characters 🥺💕 hopefully you’re doing alright too! have a nice day <33

part 1: with bokuto, hinata, kenma, kita, osamu, suna

pairing(s): akaashi, atsumu, oikawa, omimi, tendou, ushijima x reader

ATSUMU woke up to a fist colliding with his cheek. He immediately lunged forward to swing back, assuming it was Osamu looking for a fight, but instead saw you, curled into a ball as you tossed and turned in your sleep. Ignoring the slight sting in his cheek, he sighs, lifting your form up to wrap you in an embrace— accidentally waking you in the process. “Morning, Y/n. I’m doing ya a big favor, so go back to sleep.”

You let out a small noise of protest, clinging to the front of his shirt. “Hey...Atsu?”

He hums in response, burying his face in your shoulder as he tries his best to fall back asleep. “What happened to your face? It’s like...blushing on only one side..”

AKAASHI tries to shake you awake without scaring you in your sleep. The second you open your eyes and acknowledge that he’s beside you, you’re lifted up and placed in his lap. He’ll brush his fingers through your hair and check on you every few minutes to make sure you’re feeling okay.

“Y/n?” he asks, hesistant about startling you. Akaashi has you between his legs, arm loosely wrapped around you and the other stroking your hair. You only squeeze him slightly in response. “It’s okay,” he says, “I’m not going anywhere.”

TENDOU scoops you up in his arms to take you on a trip. He’s grabbing chocolate, more blankets, and a movie, all while you’re slouched over his back. You aren’t fully awake, so you aren’t sure what’s going on, but his excitement is enough to make you excited. “Paradise, blink once for a sappy romance movie—oh? Got it. Sappy romance it is.~”

For the entirety of the movie, you’re nestled comfortably between his legs, laying against his chest as he continues to squish your cheeks. “You’re so cute, precious Y/n! Those nightmares can’t come back when I’m around you like this, don’t you think?”

USHIJIMA pokes your cheek. He isn’t exactly sure what he’s supposed to do. “Y/n. Y/n. Y/n?” he’ll say, tapping your cheek to match with each syllable. When you lunge forward from waking up suddenly, he’s looking at you, confused to what just happened. “Is there something dangerous in here?”

You nervously look up at him, asking if it’s okay to cuddle. He simply nods in return, laying awkwardly still so you can climb on him. For the remainder of the night, you’re hugging one of his warm arms, and everything isn’t so scary anymore.

OIKAWA is scared too. He tries to shake you awake, calling out your name again and again. When you don’t wake up, he tries to pull you into a hug, and starts rambling. You wake up to him telling you about how he dropped his water bottle in mud today and got hit after asking Iwaizumi to clean it.

He doesn’t even realize you’ve fallen back asleep, but he’s just as relaxed as you are, especially with the way your body is clinging onto his.

OMIMI woke up to you kicking his leg. He simply cups your cheek and presses a gentle kiss against it, seeing if his presence will calm you. It does.

Just minutes later, he’s returned with two cups of tea for you. For the rest of the night, he’s reading you stories while the two of you sip on tea.

“Hey...Ōmimi?” you ask, tilting your head back to get a better look at him.

“Shh...just listen. This is the part you’ll like, Y/n.”

[lovemeian]

hq masterlist: shorts + headcanons !

CONTAINS— headcanons and quick drabbles.

MAIN MASTERLIST.

[ a ]— angst, [ f ]— fluff, [ h ]— humour,

[ s ]— suggestive enough not to gatekeep, still nsfw,

[ m ]—  mature/nsfw, minors dni !

+ unless stated otherwise, characters are timeskipped!

S P E C I F I E D, random,

—unsanctioned thoughts and rambles.

which hq boy: things my guy friends have done [ h ]

seijoh 5 inky thoughts with oikawa, iwaizumi, matsun, makki & kyotani

hq boys + cherry knots [ f + s ] | an msby jackals essay: part one & part two.

fluffy match up drabbles [ f ]

H E A D C A N O N S,

—spectrum of ‘lighthearted slice of life to toot-sweetin fluff’

—best sex you’ve ever had [ s + f ]

ft. kunimi, suga, akaashi, lev

—when you’re jealous

ft. aone, sakusa, hinata, makki [ f ]

—the babymaker blanket

ft. kyotani, yamaguchi, and tanaka [ f ]

—SMAU: when you reply their i love you with ‘i love you too, bitch’

ft. akaashi, kuroo, atsumu, oikawa, bokuto, tsukki [ h + f  ]

—love locks bridge

ft. oikawa, atsumu, suna, sakusa [ f ]

—soothing you through your storms

ft. bokuto, tendou, atsumu, iwaizumi [ f ]

—first time over

ft. suna, tobio, aran, akaashi [ f + h ]

—hungry for kisses

ft. bokuto, kenma, osamu, konoha [ f + a ]

—just childhood things with some hq boys

ft. suna, suga, ukai jr., yaku [ f ]

—jealous boys

ft. kuroo, tsukki, suga, meian [ f ]

—first day at kindergarten

ft. osamu, aran, hinata [ f + a ]

—spectrum of ‘hurt/comfort to ‘jfc ow’

—what he says when you break his heart [ a ]

ft. ushijima, daichi, kyotani, kageyama 

—drunk words, sober thoughts

ft. suna, matsun, samu, tendou [ a + f ]

—sleeping on the couch

ft. daichi, ushijima, terushima [ a + f ]

D U S K  ‘ T I L L  D R A B B L E  G A M E,

love letters ft. futakuchi, tsukishima, terushima 

warm bed ft. yaku, kenma, kuroo

LAST UPDATED: 6th, November 2021.

MADE BY LAVI <3

[mhynvxii]

hello i would like to join ur love triangle event!!

prns/sexuality : she/her, no label

mbti/enn : isfp 6w7

moral align : chaotic neutral

hobbies : art deco, drawing, shopping + cooking

aesthetic : vkei!!

trope?? : idk what the tropes r so i just searched it, so kuudere ig?

fandoms : hq + knb

A/N : Sorry for being that slow, I found rather quickly your match but I got really hesitant along the way and I just like writing a lot for nothing.

YOUR LOVE TRIANGLE IS…

TAKAO KAZUNARI X YOU X SUNA RINTAROU

Suna love trope : Social media cute boy you saw in a party followed you back.

Takao love trope : Classmates to lovers except classmate truly became your friend before developing feelings.

Overall dynamic : Takao and Suna are neither friends nor enemies. They don’t bash each other’s out as they believe and trust you to choose the one who can truly satisfy your feelings. But they can help but be jealous whenever you will mention the other one name or hang out with making them behave in odd and childish ways.

COMPATIBILITY –

ENTP ( Takao) x ISFP x ISTP ( Suna)

Compatibility between ENTP x ISFP isn’t great honestly, like the two types may share a common letter meaning they have tendencies to be opportunistic, open minded and creative but paying attention to function you quickly notice it’s not the same kind of openness and creativity.

ENTP have mental rambling based on their Ne and even if Ne is an extroverted function it’s a pretty introverted one by its essence : brainstorming and finding connections and inspiration in exteriors elements all of this can be done in the head without anyone even knowing it. And + Ti aux everything is relying on the own ENTP logic and ISFPs don’t even enjoy having mental ramblings as much generally and when they do it’s really down to earth thoughts because of their Se. They must have Ni has a very developed tertiary function to match the Ne but even then the weight of the two seconds functions is so heavy in a person. And Fi dom just don’t do well with an ENTP because they belittle without bad intentions your sensitivity, they’re admirative of it when they’re healthy but can’t understand how your taking things to heart and more seriously than them.

Thankfully Takao with a really developed Fe makes things works, being there for you and looking out for you. He’s rarely going to come as insensitive like ENTPs do usually with Fi types but you for sure going to be a little weirded out by how it is easy for him to imagine stuff and talking about what if scenario jokingly but it’s part of his charm and I am sure you’re going to appreciate it. After all it is really interesting perspective for you as a more earth grounded person to see him on a daily with your aux Se and his inferior Si how he keep loose of time and can space out and at the time looking like he’s really being there at your side.

ISTP x ISFP isn’t a good match neither surprisingly you may think it’s weird since barely a letter change but you’re Fi dom and they’re Ti dom and the insensitiveness you may feel with some ENTPs ( not Takao) may come even harsher and recurrent with ISTPs : They’re going to say what seems logical to them and if it doesn’t match with your Fi values it’s going to blow up. Silently blow up as you won’t directly say what makes you uncomfortable and build up and the istps will stay on his position and be stubborn as he is hard to convince with emotions. Both of you will have an hard time expressing themselves but you will find recomfort in each other’s need for exploration thanks to the Se and despite being introverted you’ll also get to understand each other’s weird spurts of clear and precise ideas not relying on any concrete things with Ni in tertiary.

Suna is probably an ISTP with a solid Ti and Se but when it comes to his inferior Fe I think he for sure do not have the most developed one but he still makes some efforts what could help both of you to bound easier.

You’re wondering why none of your matchs aren’t the most compatible with you ? Unfortunately most of the Knb main cast at least are not that compatible with ISFPs the best matchs being Riko, Momoi and Kasamatsu but I didn’t felt like picking them. It’s something with the energy you give me and theirs that do not strike me as a good pairing.

Same with Yaku and Goshiki but Yachi, Sugawara and Oikawa were closes one though.

Enneagram wise Takao and you do great : he’s 7w8 meaning that y’all perceive life with mostly same lenses but have small differences that makes each other’s interesting for the other one.

5w4 is also not a bad combination of enneagrams, you and Suna may not perceive things the same but your differences in perceptions aren’t that incompatible to not work together instead they rather further both of you visions and ambitions. Suna learn to have more regards to people as a group and accord more time for himself into having some fun allowing him to be more expressive about his feelings while you learn to be more practical and develops a solid and concrete identity you can refer to.

The chaos of this group I swear… Two chaotic neutral (Suna+You) + a chaotic Good.

They absolutely loves everything about you and I’m not joking your hobbies are freaking cool mixing practical activities ( cooking, drawing) with artistic and abstract ones ( drawing again, Art Deco.) also they spend lots of cash on your shopping sessions because they can : knowing you have good tastes and it makes you happy.

They will even accompany you during them but please do not take too much of your sweet time : Takao has no problems with being outside but maybe he wish to do something else and Suna loves you but he likes the comfort of his home as well.

Vkei style is so pretty and original : it’s probably why you caught their attention at first.

Takao is into kuuderes probably as he find them cool and cute but show him also some sign of love and appreciation or it’s going to be hard for him in the long run but I am sure you will.

Suna isn’t, he’s the kuudere himself but well who said two kuuderes can’t be together ? It’s in reality calming to be around you for him and well you’re not that hard to understand.

LOVE STORY : It was a so awkward ambiance, and you didn’t know any better than talking about your decorating projects for your own room as it wasn’t your forte to makes an atmosphere lighter. You decided to go on a shopping session and your two friends rejoined you as you also wanted to test that new restaurant in the commercial center and somehow everything was going wrong and right at the same time. You probably shouldn’t have bought both with you but you posted on your media about wanting to test the said restaurant and both replied and you didn’t want to deny any : after all you liked them both a lot and why would they be upset to hang out together if you was here ? Not to mention that you warned them before but was it even surprising ? They had this weird chemistry since the first day : you knew Rintarou from this party between basketball and volleyball players organized by you don’t know who but Kazunari bought you here as he didn’t want you to be too much at home and decompress. You were having fun with him even if it was embarrassing to dance between all this tall dudes but well… there was one who was good looking and Momoi saw you multiples times glancing on him and decided to play match makers when Takao wasn’t looking. This forming the reason why he was surprised when he saw you following Suna on social media, liking his photos and later going out with him drinking boba or whatever. He knew that guy from afar because well, Suna is a popular young sportsman for his unique characteristics and he was like his complete opposite but much more similar to you. What made him introspect a little about if he even had chances in the first place but also admit he was indeed jealous and falling in love for his friend who used to be his favorite classmate. The one he he had a lot fun and trips with, tons of unforgettable memories and private jokes, you two were so familiar and got through a lot so it was kinda obvious he would develops feelings one day : after all you’re so cool and cute, he says, and that’s what you got him attracted, approaching you in the first place. Indeed he was doomed to fall in love. From Suna point of view, well it was really different : luck gave him the chance to speak with a girl he truly felt connected and that he admired for multiples reasons but it had to be a guy and worst her best friend being an hurdle in his road. Simple as that. He didn’t knew Takao, but watching him be so observant and completing everywhere you were lacking made him insecure. He wasn’t a good counter balance for your overall introvertness neither for helping you express yourself throughout art or just talking about how you feel. And well he already happened to misunderstand your feelings when this Takao always seemed to know what to do or say and it got on his nerves. Was he really a good fit and not someone that will drag you down ? He didn’t know but he was sure of one thing : you make his heart beat so loudly that he need to grip his shirt to maintain a little of subsistence. He decomposes in front of you and it’s just a so great and detestable feeling ! Suna he’s a lazy guy for sure but this time he’s ready to makes effort. And now here they were bearing with each other’s for a whole day, making you stutter like never but they had to put you through that uncomfortable situation to confront you to that harsh reality : you have to pick one.