#suna being a duck

[brendambois]

This makes me stifle a laugh every time I look at the Thopam one

Introducing Senja/Bruhstation’s latest passion project:

🚂 💝Casa Tidmouth: Love Train💝 🚂

Welcome to the Island of Sodor! As the O’Jays say: The next stop that we make will be England! Now that you’re now an employee of the North Western Railways, you can finally experience your lifelong dream of romancing your dream engine (driver) on this small, quaint island!

Romanceable characters include:

Thomas

Percy

James

Edward

Henry

Gordon

Duck

Diesel

… and so many more!

There are tons of things to do in this game, like listening to the charming rambles of your dream date, getting lunches with them, hang out after work with them, and even give them gifts! The more you spend time with them, the more your character stats and character romance points will go up, and the higher the chances of them ending up with you!

But watch out! One wrong turn, and you could spiral down a railroad towards a more sinister, more complicated love life…

Coming soon to itch.io! I hope you guys look forward to this game, and thank you for all of your support! 💞🚂

[More information about this game, concept sketches, and scrapped ideas under the cut]

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[mattsundaes]

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.

[kashimos-hajime]

—smile, and nod | s.r.

summary: "suna’s chest tightens like a twisted piece of wire."

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

a/n: part of the undateable series

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They’re running blocking drills when Aran slams a ball that makes Suna hesitate to jump up. He thinks he’s about to get away with it when cold sweat drips down his nape, and he knows exactly who caught him slacking.

“Suna,” Kita warns in that flat voice of his and he shivers, glancing over his shoulder with a strangled face. The captain stands by the serve line, blinking owlishly at him. “Aran. Give Suna another.”

Which the ace does without hesitation, and it’s not as if Suna is afraid of Aran’s spikes. He’s more than capable of blocking it, but when something feels a tiny bit off in his approach during practice, Suna’s not exactly known for following through.

He does, however, manage to block the next spike Aran lodges at him with a quick stretch of his hand to the left, and the ball goes bouncing off his palms, down to the ground, and he wants to hear what Kita has to say about that when he lands.

The volleyball rebounds off the floor, accompanied by the squeak of sneakers against the polished floor before it flies high, high, high, into the hands of…

He shakes out his fingers with a scowl, frowns when he doesn’t hear the second impact of the volleyball landing and peers around Aran to find a figure by the gym doors, holding the ball between her hands. 

You stare at him as if it’s his fault that a volleyball came veering for your head, and maybe it was, but he did his job blocking the spike. A part of him wants to ask if your pretty hands were bruised catching that ball, but you only throw the ball to Osamu with surprising accuracy, and he ignores the sentiment.

“Kuri-chan, ya came! I really thought you wouldn’t.”

“I thought about it,” you reply, reaching into your bag and withdrawing a piece of paper. Coach Kurosu approaches, and you look regretful as soon as you hand off the filled-in form to him. Suna thinks you’re about to bolt, but you only shift the bag on your shoulder and face Osamu with a bold scowl. “But after what happened, I can’t go back on my word, can I?”

Osamu grins, and your annoyance looks to melt a bit as you walk towards the team that’s beginning to gather. Suna ducks underneath the net to sidle in between Ginjima and Kosaku, and your eyes drift over his before fixating on someone further down the line, and then, back towards Kurosu.

“I don’t know much about being a manager,” you tell him, “but I’ll do my best.”

“So you’ll do it?” Kurosu asks, arching an eyebrow. “I hope you know these boys are more than a handful.”

“I know,” you say with a smile framed by that dusty pink lipstick, shiny with gloss. Suna’s mouth twitches when he sees one of the newbies on the team inhaling a little too sharply to his far left. His eyes dart to him, letting out a snort.

Suppose that’s what he gets in exchange for being immune to whatever it is about you that drives boys more than crazy. He has to see everyone else act a little bit stupid. 

You continue, “I hope you can teach me the best ways to support you, besides watching your games and fetching your water. I try to put my hundred-and-ten percent into everything I do, so let’s all do our best. After, I learn your names, of course.”

“Ya don’t know who we are?” Atsumu calls out, and the boys chuckle as you pin the other twin with a withering glare.

“I have the greatest misfortune of knowing you, Atsumu. I meant the others.” Your eyes dart away, and then to the floor, as you bow. “It’s an honour to meet you.” Suna feels himself bowing on reflex, murmuring his niceties under his breath before the coach is telling them to get back to practice. 

“And behave,” he warns. “I’ll be in my office, but I’m not deaf. If I don’t hear your voices from there, you’re not talkin’ to each other loud enough. Clear?”

“Yes, sir!”

Heading back under the net, Suna glances back over his shoulder at their new manager. 

He hadn’t thought you’d say yes when he gave you the form, but here you are anyway, a day later, kicking at the floor with the ball of your sneaker as you listen to Kita speak to you. He doesn't know how, but somehow the captain's taken hold of your schoolbag, placing it on the bench.

You smile, and nod, before leaving for the coach's office.

Suna’s chest tightens like a twisted piece of wire.

Aran bounces the ball against the floor with a sharp pang. “Suna! Ready?”

He is not, but regardless, he lifts his hands to his face and ignores your bag left on the bench by his water bottle.

[cherrydyedsocks]

( hi hi so! I have been working on a time travel au for the Inoshikacho new gen kids to go back in time. but I have that set towards shippuden. but but! I wanted to mess around with the concept of them getting sent back around the chunin exams. so here!)

All of the sudden his eyes felt heavy. It became harder to keep them open and focused. Why was he so tired out of nowhere? He had gotten good sleep last night. And while he did share a lot of his traits with his father, he wasn't prone to falling asleep everywhere. Especially in the middle of something like this!

In the next few seconds, Shikadai realized what was happening. The random onset tiredness out of nowhere? Feeling his own mind shutting down? It's the work of a genjutsu.

Now that he knew what he was up against, it was easy to dispell it. Shikadai had been hit by countless genjutsus over the years, thanks to Mirai using him as a practice subject. It finally came in handy.

From the moment he dispelled it, he started to feel more awake. Shikadai blinks several times as he sits up properly. The boy is quick to survey his surroundings, noticing everyone in his direct vicinity had fallen under it. Including Chocho and Inojin. They were both fast asleep and had Shikadai not known it was a genjutsu, it looked natural. Chocho had fallen asleep with her hand in a chip bag, and head resting on Inojin's shoulder. Inojin was actually snoring a bit.

It was a good thing they had someone on the team who could handle genjutsu.

The next thing Shikadai picks up on, is the sound of metal hitting metal. The boy is quick to duck to the floor, upon hearing voices. He'd be able to dispell the genjutsu on his teammates soon, he just wanted to get a better idea of the situation. Though it wasn't official, Shikadai had taken on a bit of a leader role.

As he's on his hands and knees through the stands, he catches sight of the noise. Lord Sixth- Kakashi, fighting another ninja. Sakura is awake too, and on the defense.

Shikadai racked his brain for what he could remember about this attack. Whenever they went over it in school, it was vague. Just the Suna had once attacked the Leaf under the leadership of Orochimaru. His parents had told a few stories about it every now and then, but never lining the specifics events. Great..

He makes his way over to Sakura, and taps her shoulder. "Hey." The girl is quickly on the alert, turning to him with a kunai knife. Shikadai grabs his own, and blocks it. Surpise blooms on her face as she quickly lowers her kunai. "Shikadai… right?" Sakura questions.

"Yeah."

"How did you get out of the genjutsu?" She questions.

"I have… like a natural immunity to it."

Sakura seems to have more questions on her mind, but doesn't ask them considering the situation. "Okay, Kakashi-sensei is going to try to handle the threat here with a few other jonin. He told me I need to go and get Sasuke with Pakkun. I'm going to wake Naruto and Shikamaru up." She explains.

Shikadai nods his head. "Sounds good. I can wake up my two teammates and we'll all go."

As the two are planning, Sakura catches sight of Shikamaru. They get near him. "I guess he doesn't have your immunity to it too." Sakura remarks.

The members of Konoha 11 still only knew that Shikadai and his friends were related to the Inoshikacho members, but not that they were their children. Shikaku, Inoichi, and Choza knew they were from the future when they had been assigned to watch over them. Shikamaru was the only genin that had managed to put together that they weren't from this time. Luckily, he hadn't picked up on the fact Shikadai was his kid. Just a weird future relative.

Sakura looks at Shikamaru for a moment, eyebrows furrowing. "Wait a minute.." She starts to say, as Shikadai realizes something.

He's faking. Faking being asleep while the village is attacked. Wow.

An annoyance that was purely from Temari's genes formed in Shikadai. Is he really just pretending? At a time like this?

Without thinking much about it, Shikadai kicks Shikamaru's leg. It isn't a particularly strong kick but the boy still flinches and yelps. "Ow! What's wrong with you?" Shikamaru exclaims as he sits up.

Sakura looks at Shikamaru with an expression matching Shikadai's. "Are you serious??! You've only been pretending to sleep?" She whisper yells.

Shikamaru looks unamused and starts to mess with Pakkun's face. "I didn't want to get involved in all this. I realized what was happening and thought it would be too much of a drag to stay awake."

Pakkun bites him. He probably deserves that.

"I get that. But isn't this your village??" Shikadai questions.

Shikamaru shrugs. "Still too much of a drag." He sticks by that.

Now Shikadai understood why people always told him that while he was lazy, it was nowhere near the level of Shikamaru's. Sure this whole situation did sound like a drag, but of course he'd help! That was obvious. Apparently not to his father.

Sakura just sighs and shakes her head. "Shouldn't have expected more, maybe then I'd be less disappointed.." The girl mumbles.

She turns to Shikadai, a thought coming to mind. "Hey, you're pretty good at genjutsu right? Do you think you could go and release more people than just your teammates?" She suggests.

"Yeah.. I could go and try but.." Shikadai starts.

"It would take too much time and use a lot of his chakra. Plus we'd have to fill in every single person that gets released." Shikamaru finishes. Shikadai nods. "Yeah. Exactly."

"Alright, I'll get Naruto and you get your friends then."

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"Soo… do you have a plan yet, Shikamaru?" Naruto asks as they jump through the trees. Shikamaru gives him a mildly annoyed look. "No more than the last time you asked me. Five minutes ago."

"Hey! I just want to know what we're doing." Naruto says with a huff.

Shikamaru turns his head towards Shikadai. "I think I have an idea. But just to fill in some blanks, what are the abilities of you and your teammates? I get the feeling it isn't all just Inoshikacho." He questions. It was easy enough to fill in mental plan ideas with what he knew about the Akimichi and Yamanaka abilities. Though.. perhaps there was something that could give them a one up.

Shikadai thinks for a moment. "Well, Inojin has Mind Transfer and can make his drawings come to life. Chocho of course has expansion jutsu but also has lightning style." He explains as his teammates eye him curiously.

"And you?" Shikamaru asks.

He hesitates for a moment. It wouldn't give away anything if he told him, right? Lots of people had that kinda of jutsu. Right?

"Nara clan techniques and I can use wind style. Inojin has a weapon scroll in his bag that holds a fan."

Shikamaru nods but looks surprised. "Wind jutsu? Where'd you learn something like…." The boy pauses and actually freezes up on a tree branch. "Wind jutsu. A fan." He repeats slowly. Everyone else halts.

Naruto looks at him confused from one branch ahead, wondering why they stopped all of the sudden. "So what if he has wind jutsu?"

Sure a good handful of shinobi used wind jutsu with a fan. But how many of those had green eyes like Shikadai? And since their battle had concluded only an hour ago, it was fresh in Shikamaru's mind.

Shikadai looks away nervously. Inojin and Chocho look amused by the whole thing. "Told you he'd figure it out." The blonde boy remarks.

"And then you're from the future so.." Shikamaru says slowly.

"He's what?!" Sakura and Naruto both yell at the same time. Shikadai rushes over to Shikamaru, making frantic hand motions. "Hey!! Hey! Not the time. Don't think about it. Let's just focus on the plan and getting Sasuke back. Don't think about it." He repeats the last part in a hurry, willing Shikamaru's analytical mind not to analyze.

Chocho and Inojin exchange looks. "Yeah we're so fucked when Granny asks us about this." Inojin comments.

"And it's not like we can just make him forget either." Chocho adds.

"Right. Maybe we can hit him over the head or something??" The two of them discuss this as if Shikamaru isn't right there.

"What do you mean you're from the future!" Sakura shouts. "If he's from.. then you two also?"

Inojin just shrugs.

"Well don't tell her!" Shikadai tells Inojin.

"I didn't tell her anything. It's pretty obvious." Inojin crosses his arms.

"I think I see my life flashing before my eyes." Shikamaru suddenly says.

"Wait wait! If you're all from the future… do I become hokage?" Naruto asks excitedly.

[flyingwargle]

watch party for japan vs. argentina men’s volleyball match tonight @ 8 pm!

osamu doodles jerseys in the corner – his brother’s #11 and his boyfriend’s #20. he stands to admire the sandwich board, startling at the voice behind him. “not #18 fer aran? that’s disrespectful of ya.”

“kita-san!” he whirls around to greet him, bowing slightly. “i know, but i have a feelin’ if i don’t put ‘tsumu’s number, he’s gonna blame me fer givin’ him bad luck.”

kita’s smile is slight, amused. “an’ suna?”

“that’s my boyfriend that yer talkin’ ‘bout.”

“yes, yes, as if i’d forget. i’m comin’ by later, so save me a seat, please. let’s talk more then.”

he watches him continue along, likely to visit the other shops on the block, and then ducks back inside his restaurant. it’ll get busy, if the tokyo olympics set any precedent, especially with how vital this match will be. after losing to germany, they’ll need to win, and then perform well against usa. only then will they qualify for the quarterfinals.

inside, the decorations have changed. the jerseys on the wall, once msby and ejp, are now their olympic counterparts. although the photos still show onigiri miya’s humble beginnings, he added a few taken with the team, including one where they’re all holding his onigiri. it pained him being unable to watch any of their games live, but he wouldn’t change it for the business it gave him.

for the rest of the day, he and his staff work to serve their customers, fulfill takeout orders, and prepare for the watch party. about half an hour until eight o’clock, he tunes into the sports channel, where subtitles of analysts discussing japan’s performance and future odds appear on screen.

there are two tvs – one on a shelf over the bar and the other in the corner of the seating area. he has a tablet set up behind the counter to watch whenever there are orders, but the livestream is still on standby. he turns the screen off as the door opens. “welcome back, kita-san. ya want the usual?”

“yes, please.” he takes the empty seat directly across from him, the same where any of their friends would sit whenever they visit. “are ya expectin’ a full house?”

“yeah, it’s usually busy. i imagine it’ll get busier once japan qualifies.” osamu takes a handful of rice and begins molding it. “they’re under a lotta pressure. ‘tsumu was almost in tears when he called.” it hurt that he couldn’t physically be there, relegated to phone calls and video calls, but if listening helped air out frustrations, he’d gladly sacrifice his sleep.

“the world is expectin’ a lot from them after they placed second in the vnl,” kita agrees. “hopefully, they’ll be able ta get it together tonight.” the two of them watched their friends and family compete mere months ago, bringing their nation to the podium, and consequently, to the top of the world. it’s natural to assume it’ll happen again, but so far, it isn’t easy as it sounds.

the clock strikes eight, and the broadcast starts with official warm-ups. atsumu and kageyama are setting to their players at the net, jumping to spike. it changes to serves, the players taking turns to warm up. osamu watches suna, who spins his ball as part of his pre-serve routine, and then tosses it for a jump floater. it isn’t as fast as atsumu’s, nor as deadly as kageyama's, but it’s earned them aces in the past. he hopes it’ll happen again.

the teams line up to sing their countries’ national anthems. a solemn silence falls over the restaurant as everyone follows along, osamu included. the camera zooms in on their faces, strict with determination and focus. suna looks into the camera when he’s in frame, and osamu whispers a voiceless prayer to him.

atsumu is the starting setter, along with ushijima, sakusa, aran, suna, and hakuba. yaku is their libero. the others stand on the sidelines. “must be goin’ fer heavy hitters to blow past argentina’s blocks,” kita comments. osamu nods in agreement.

oikawa tooru is argentina’s starting setter. the whistle blows, and the match begins.

c’mon, guys. i know ya’ll can do it.

the first set doesn’t start off well. japan falls behind in the first half, falling short to argentina’s clean sets and spikes. hakuba is rotated to the back, and suna steps on, hands in front of him. he gets a hand on the spike, and sakusa receives it. atsumu sends it down the middle, suna jumping and rotating his torso to get around the block. japan gets the point.

his customers cheer. osamu hides a small fist pump under the counter. he shares a smile with kita. the commentators are just as excited as he is. “what an unbelievable spike from middle blocker suna rintarou! he’s known for his flexibility and game sense. will this give japan the push they need to get ahead?”

and he does. japan matches and overtakes argentina. kita claps at atsumu’s clean set to ushijima, who slams it down in the opposite court. the team huddles for a cheer and then take their positions. suna is back at the net, hands in front. his eyes widen at the camera pointed at him, and he rotates his fingers to form a heart, mouthing a message. he turns away at the whistle, but that’s enough for the world to see and wonder exactly what he said.

only osamu knows those words by heart.

japan takes the first and second set, but argentina comes back for the third. however, japan takes the fourth, after switching in hinata, and they cheer in celebration. argentina looks devastated, oikawa most of all, and osamu doesn’t miss how japan’s athletic trainer, iwaizumi, pats his arm off-court. he’s sure there’ll be more gestures once the cameras are turned away.

the customers begin to call for their bills and shuffle out. osamu gathers their dishes, kita helping despite osamu's protests, and it isn’t long before they’re the wiping tables clean. they listen to the post-game interview with the players, starting with aran, the captain, and then atsumu. finally, they talk to suna.

“you did an interesting gesture in the middle of the first set. would you like to explain what it means?”

osamu turns to watch. suna has a towel around his neck, hair unruly after the match. his voice doesn’t waver when he replies, “there’s a certain someone that i know is watching, and i wanted to let him know that i appreciate his support and love him.”

“is that related to what you said to the camera? fans are dying to know what you said, by the way.”

“yes, but that’s between me and him.” suna winks, turning slightly to face the camera again. “and if he’s watching – i know he is, by the way – i want him to know that i couldn’t have gotten this far without you.”

the broadcast ends. osamu smiles to himself, adding his rag with the others. he’ll lock up, head home, and text the team his congratulations. atsumu will probably call him in the middle of the night, again, to put him on video as they celebrate. osamu will lose sleep, again, but it’s worth it, seeing his brother happy, seeing his best friend glowing, and of course, his boyfriend living his best dream.

watch me, 'samu.

osamu will never take his eyes off him.

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inspired by this fanart of suna's gesture and osamu's reaction! <3

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

I probably should have done this earlier before the last part of Suna’s story, but I totally had a reason for it. I totally didn’t just come up with this. Totally the truth.

— —

Suna has been to the doctor before. At least he remembers his parents making him. It’s been so many years that his memories have long since blurred.

Though it is still odd to not have someone force you to see a doctor every time you so much as sniffle because the precious prince can’t be sick. That’s a horrible fate. But odd as it may be, Suna finds working with Elias and learning to care for himself as a better option.

He’s not technically a doctor, but there aren’t many in this world that would be anywhere near the doctors the palace had. Only those who go to one of the expensive schools got to be doctors, and those were people who were nobility or worked with nobility. Far too much for a simple village in the middle of nowhere in an isolated forest. So the apothecary and alchemist who knew how to heal people got the title.

Though, for whatever reason, Elias seemed to despise being called a doctor. He always insisted he was a “healer” or “healing apothecary” or “healing alchemist” or any other word he can slap heal onto. People still called him a doctor behind his back, and Suna didn’t intend to tattle, he didn’t care either way what word they used.

The word doesn’t matter because the work is interesting, more specifically the medical work over the alchemy work.

This herb can help with nausea if ground with that. That herb can be boiled to help with pain or chewed for a stronger and more instant effect. Over there is a tree and the sap can be used for cuts. He’s even learned to cauterize a wound from hands on experience. There’s also a lot of boiling stuff, like water to use on wounds or cloths used by the sick.

It’s nice information to know while out foraging for what the village doesn’t collect at least. And he does feel fuzzy when he succeeds in healing one of the villagers who got hurt woodworking or dealing with their chickens. Chickens which are apparently the only livestock this village likes to keep other than ducks and pigs here and there, but that’s not the point.

There’s only two things Suna hates about the job.

First, the villagers will come to their house at any hour and they have to get up to make sure the injured doesn’t get worse or keel over. And it’s quite a big walk too. Elias even taught them basic care, yet they seem to want to come get the two for every single scratch. But even the hermit healer who hates people doesn’t ignore them, just in case it is an emergency, so Suna isn’t allowed to ignore them either.

Second, whenever a person is new to the village, they have to be kept away from everyone. Doesn’t matter if they’re just staying for a day or moving, they have to spend a week, or however long they’re staying if it’s not a full week, in an isolated house. Elias says the energy sick people give off make other sick, so that’s why they do this.

But then why is Suna in charge of keeping these people in check, and if they do get sick, why is he the one healing them? He shouldn’t be asking why, he knows exactly why. Because Elias said he didn’t want to do it.

It’s not a horrible job. An isolated village doesn’t get much attention from visitors or potential movers. The people who come also don’t get sick too often. But it’s still a massive bore to check on this person every couple of hours. Not to mention the rowdy men who don’t like that a child is isolating them and ordering them around. Normally his lion features are enough to get them to think twice, but a few are too stupid for that. One managed to actually give him a black eye.

Despite all of that, Suna wouldn’t trade his job. Change it sure, but he wouldn’t trade it. Maybe he can go to one of those fancy doctor schools too. There’s no rule saying he has to work with nobles after, right?

— —

There’s not specific age for this because it happens the whole time Suna is in the other world.

Also, idk if I described Suna’s world. (I put it into the writing, but I wanted to just describe it to clear up everything.)

It’s kind of your generic fantasy medieval world with low/mid magic. Suna and Elias live nearby a secluded town in the middle of the forest in the middle of nowhere. The nearest town is a multi day cart ride from the village, but their house is slightly farther. It’s short enough a walk that it’s possible to get there in emergencies, but long enough that it’s a noticeable walk or even jog and not right there (plus the path isn’t the best). That’s why Elias taught them basic care.

And the world’s medical knowledge isn’t the best, but it’s good for the time. Though a lot of it was trial and error and the right solution for the wrong reason. Elias also has some personal knowledge he passed onto Suna, like the quarantine thing.

Ah, the forced medic/doctor in a sense.

[sunagakurenosato]

Some days I just randomly feel Yashamaru.

The way I write him is that he does have a very sweet very kind personality. He’ll drop what he’s doing to lend a hand and make you feel like it’s absolutely no trouble at all! He’s thoughtful, remembers a casually mentioned thing and asks about a once mentioned fact every so often. That’s been Yasha since he was a kid— and continues to be through his being a medic in Suna where he gets teased for being too soft.

But he’s also shaped by the Suna he grew up in. The Suna that molded him into an ANBU in the shadows—- that definitely messed him up big time. (Is reflective in his other more modern AUs to less extremes).

Yasha and his depression definitely have a component of self-hatred, but much of that hate is because of his own “complicity” in a system that hollows out its own children for Suna’s war economy. What is duty when it goes against humanity—- and yet he’s been put into the meat grinder (thanks Sandaime Kazekage) that to refuse an order doesn’t even land as a possibility…

Which makes AUs like Illustrado where he does wiggle away from that society and live to tell the tale interesting.

Cuz in one hand, he really just wants to duck low and detach from the shinobi system. Maybe imagine a whole society free from the exploitation of people for land, power, what not. Experimenting on other humans like it’s just how everyone learns these days.

On the other hand, he has so much guilt in being complicit to the system— how can he, a remnant of the old order, live in the new system that’s supposed to be a better life for the new generation. He doesn’t deserve that.

So, suppose all that’s left is to be one of the tools that dismantles it and is discarded upon the new dawn…

[dumdogs]

debt: r. suna

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chapter one

now playing: her and cigarettes by cheap girls

Okay.

There’s about ¥100,000 in her bank account, give or take a couple of hundred. Rent is ¥83,000 and due in three days, which knocks out a pretty big chunk. Electric, gas, and water she paid for earlier this month, so that’s good. The fridge is running pretty bare, almost nothing but impulse orders of takeout leftovers that’ll go bad in just a couple of days, if they’re lucky. Groceries run at about ¥20,000 per trip, but she can pinch there, and it can just be another month where everyone’s dissatisfied with their meals. But then there are those fucking phone bills.

She sits at the kitchen table, a cigarette in one hand and her face in the other. No phones this month, she figures. What the fuck else is she supposed to do.

The paper bills and ripped up envelopes stare back at her, mocking her. Her younger siblings are rushing around her, scrambling to get ready for school and making as much noise as they fucking can while they do it. It’s always fucking something.

“I have another couple of tutoring sessions,” Haru (younger brother #2, age 17, student, smug little shit) says, standing at the open fridge, and then closing it again when he realizes that there’s nothing of substance in there. “That should help.”

“Yeah, what would fucking help is if Ryu paid me that money he owes me,” she says, putting out her cigarette on the jar lid she uses as an ashtray. “The fucker’s been camped out at his girlfriend’s house so he thinks he can just-oh fuck!”

Aya (younger sister #2, age 7, student, brat) runs into the corner of the kitchen, table, shaking the enter thing, and knocking a cup of black coffee into the pile of unpaid bills.  She stands, scrambling to grab at some thin paper towels to clean it up with. “What the fuck Aya?”

The girl’s teary-eyed, like she normally is, but it’s too early in the morning to deal with it. “I can’t find my backpack!” she cries out, as if this is some sort of explanation.

She sighs, too tired for it all and scheduled to be at work in just an hour and twenty minutes. “Fucking. Eri!” she calls out into the void of their three-bedroom apartment.

From the depths, Eri (younger sister #1, age 13, student, literal nightmare), calls back out. “Fucking what?”

“Help your sister find her backpack for school!” she yells, hands still occupied with the mess of bills and hot coffee. She thinks that someone should be helping her, but is not surprised that no one is. That’s usually how it goes.

“I’m busy!” Eri screams back, already annoyed.

She’s wasted half a roll of paper towels by now, she balls it up, and moves to toss it in the trash, half of her hoping she didn’t bundle up any of the bills along with it, the other half of her hoping she did. She passes Haru on her way to the trash. “Haru, help your sister.”

“I can’t,” he says. “I gotta go. I wrote an essay for this rich kid. He’s paying me ¥7,000 for it. I’m meeting him now.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “Since when are people paying you to write their essays?”

Haru smirks. “Since you stopped being able to pay the bills.”

Her eyes roll, and she raises a hand to gently knock the back of his head. “Alright, fuck off, go get paid,” she says, and with her permission, he’s ducking out the back door before she can blink.

Aya cries out here name, and she turns to face her again. Her face is red, and tear stained. “I don’t wanna get in trouble!”

If she’s really, really honest with herself, and maybe this makes her a bit of a shit sister, she really doesn’t give a fuck if Aya gets in trouble with her teacher or not. Everyone in this house is constantly in trouble, for something, and she just doesn’t have it in her to give a shit if one sibling is getting a scolding.

But it’s sort of her job to take care of it.

She sighs. “Alright, c’mon, let’s find your backpack.”

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She stands in the damp air, hair tied up loosely on the top of her head, and phone pressed to her ear. The fry oil from the restaurant she’s serving at combined with the wet stench of the dumpster is nauseating. The phone rings.

“It’s Ryuji. I don’t wanna fucking talk to you. Leave a message.”

Her foot taps against the pavement. The phone beeps. “Hey, you stupid fuck. If you’re gonna up and leave and screw over the rest of us, make sure you pay me back the money you owe me before. Call me back, or I’m sending Suna over there to break your jaw.”

She hangs up and tightens her ponytail before she goes back inside. Her fifteen minutes are up

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Suna reaches over and takes the cigarette from between her lips. She turns her head and glares at him. “You’re such a fucking dick.”

They’re on the rooftop of this abandoned soba restaurant. When they were kids, it was the best place in a four-town radius to get soba, but then the owner went and died from a heart attack about eight years back, and it’s been sitting abandoned ever since.

They used to come here when they were younger, too. Thirteen and discovering cigarettes and how fucking amazing it was to get away from your parents for the first time. They would smoke and eat shrimp chips and run from the cops whenever the owner got fed up with the smell of nicotine wafting down into his restaurant and called them.

It’s gotten a little more peaceful up there for them, since he died.

Suna leans against the edge of the roof, looking down at the ground beneath them, and he grins. “You love me.”

She reaches into the pocket of her sweatshirt for a second one, slightly cursing him under her breath. “Whatever,” she grumbles, flicking the end of her lighter. Smoke enters her lungs again, and she exhales. “By the way, don’t freak out if you can’t reach me this month, like you did last time.”

Suna raises an eyebrow at her. “What, can’t pay your phone bill again?”

She leans her back against the edge of the roof and sinks into it. “Yep.”

“You serious?”

“Yeah,” she nods, “gotta get groceries again. More important than answering your texts at three in the goddamn morning, unfortunately.”

Suna shakes his head. “Nah, fuck that. I’m paying your phone bill.”

She shoots him a glare. “Would you piss off? You’re not paying for shit.”

Suna always does this. Slips her money when he thinks she’s not looking. Swiping bills off her counter and calling to pay them once he’s in the safety of his own apartment. She hates it, and she hates that it helps. It wounds her pride, and it makes Suna indispensable to her. It sucks.

And he knows she hates it, too. Which makes it all the more insufferable when he grins, and says, “Yeah, I am.”

“No, Rin, you’re not,” she insists, even though she knows he’s going to do it.

He blows smoke in her face. “What, are you gonna stop me? I’ll kick your ass.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re ridiculous. You’ve gotta stop letting me scam you out of money.”

The night’s cool and fresh. The sky is this dark shade of blue that reminds her of the bruises that seem to be a permanent feature of Suna’s skin. “You’re not scamming me out of anything. I’m providing for you,” he tells her. “Just another reason we should get married.”

She’s gonna throttle him. “Oh, fuck off.”

“I’m serious,” Suna persists. She knows he’s serious. He always serious, every single fucking time he brings it up. “You know I’ll take care of you.”

“What about the kids?”

The kids. She says it like they’re hers. Like she had any choice in them ending up on her lap.

Suna shrugs. “I’ll take care of them too.”

“And what happens when someone breaks your face in and kills you in one of your little street fights?”

“Life insurance,” is Suna’s simple answer.

She stares at him, incredulous for a second. “I’m not marrying you,” she says again, because she knows he’s not going to listen to it.

Maybe she would, if things were different. But things are exactly as they are, and all she can do is live with it.

Suna looks back out over the roof. “You will, one day.”

She punches him in the arm, and he yelps. “Would you shut up with this? You’re too broke for me, anyways.”

“Is that all it is?” Suna asks, and his tone is suddenly different. He doesn’t look back at her. “Is that the only reason you’re saying no?”

She thinks about it, for a second. “I dunno,” she replies. “Maybe I’d find other reasons to say no if I had enough money to think about anything else.”

When Suna looks back at her, he’s grinning. “Well, fine. Let’s get you some cash then.”

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[009720kakashi]

narasnooze

The assistant agreed with a gentle hum and smiled at the different peaceful scenes himself. Peace was definitely a great thing, for everyone. And he did want it, no matter how many times Gengo's poisonous words came back to him every now and then, even with him long locked up and dealt with. Gengo was right; with peace, Shikamaru might not become determined enough to surpass his father, and make him proud. But Gengo was also very much wrong, with many things. Shikamaru wanted absolute peace, more than anything in the world. He wished to see children be excited over wanting to become anything but ninja. Nothing made him happier than overhearing kids say they want to be something else when they grow up. He would welcome the new world, would it come, and smile at the end of the ninja era. Gengo was wrong. Shikamaru looked at Kakashi, listening to his words. His gaze dropped to their drinks once they were placed on their table and then he turned his attention back to the happy people nearby, watching them for a minute or two before turning back to Kakashi. "I think that sounds like a pretty decent idea. We need to come up with something to keep the motivation up to keep up training for those we already have, though. Even the best ones will lose skill if they get too laid back.." "We hold the Chūnin exams in joined agreements with mostly everyone. I don't think that it would be wise to advance that in any way... "Friendly" competition quits being friendly when you reach a certain point." Shikamaru took a first sip of his lemon water, cracked a smile as a few ducks came a bit too close for the elderly men's liking, and they began telling each other to throw the crumbs further away before they got ducks all over themselves. "Well... we won't have to worry about it with Sand, at least. We are on the same page on most things, after all."

“Hmm” he replied with a nod.

“I was wondering about this as well. Training does not replace missions though. Meaning they will probably lose some skill…I know I have before I took over Team 7…though to be fair I also slacked with training…we should go over every active shinobi…pull their files. Some sure can be send in an early retirement with pension naturally. I need to get a better overview over the other teams. I do have with ANBU but let’s go over them as well. I cannot give Jōnin explicit training assignments though… I know I would have been pissed…we will have to trust their common sense there though honestly I do see some slacking…me for instance… As for the academy smaller classes more requirements? Though I’m afraid coming from me that might not go down to well.” People might accuse him of just supporting the exceptionally skilled kids.

“Also…scratch that…Naruto would not have made it in which is ridiculous.” He was thinking out loud, unfiltered. 

“Smaller classes but same requirements? We just have to make other jobs more attractive…one might think they already are considering the ‘early death’ part for many Shinobi…we could also promote the medic route for those suitable.”

The old men made him smile too. It was a very funny sight. 

“Ducks of terror” he said, his gaze still on the men. Kakashi took another sip of the Sake.

“No. Chūnin exams are the most decent exercise we have at the moment. I wish we could pull off something like that for the Jōnin though that would most likely not stay friendly I’m afraid. I was also considering to talk to Gaara about this. All villages face this issue after all. With Gaara as Kazekage Suna has been a trusted ally for years. If we come to an agreement with Suna to reduce Shinobi  we can bring it to the other Kages and get some agreement on the way.”

narasnooze This was nice. This was a really nice spot to sit and enjoy the view. Sometimes he forgot to appreciate and take in just how beautiful this village was. It had changed many times, yes, but everyone took their time to build something equally as pretty as before and sometimes something entirely new. And Nature was outstanding, changing and building itself back up on its own. Shikamaru smiled at the river before turning his head back to Kakashi and the waiter. "Then we'll have that and a lemon water, please." he added, and made sure every document laid perfectly safe in the folders before setting them off on the seat next to him. It'd be such a drag if the win caught some papers and had them flying. He leaned forward to place his elbow on the table and placed his chin in his palm, again gazing out over the view.

He noticed the satisfied look on Shikamaru’s gaze. Seeing him relax for once was a rare sight. It was important to take these moments though. To see what they were for working. On the other side of the river you could see kids playing ninja instead of being ninja. A mother and a father pushing a stroller while eating ice cream and laughing. Two old men feeding ducks. 

“Hmmm…I like peace” he said turning his attention from the kids back to Shikamaru.” It was still a fragile thing that required a lot of work and effort from all sides. Fortunately for now the other Kage’s seemed to like it as well and put in the work. It was a delicate balance to keep. There were less missions and too many Shinobi for now. People needed work though. The village also needed a different way to generate income. So basically Kakashi and Shikamaru were tasks with laying the foundations to remodel the village’s society. 

“I’m considering to shrink the Academy classes” he said out of the blue, catching Shikamaru’s gaze. 

“We are in the ‘unfortunate’ situation that peace is still fragile. There are quite a few not agreeing with it and holding animosities. However there are not enough missions for the Shinobi we have. They are struggling to stay in form with ‘just’ training as it is. Having more and more Genin makes no sense in peace. We need bakers, builders, inventors to build a new economy. However we would need Shinobi in case this breaks down ne? See…I have been working on that lawn…Thoughts?” he asked, looking at Shikamaru. The Sake arrived before Shikamaru replied. The waiter filled their glasses and then disappeared again. Kakashi pulled the mask down and took a sip.

“This is good” he said and did not bother to pull the mask back up. They were pretty much alone anyway. 

[joyaphoria]

the five chances you gave him (3)

pairing: suna x f!reader

summary: suna knew that he was doing something wrong, but he refused to acknowledge it. therefore, you slowly dropped five major hints for him, hoping that he would notice them and take action to fix your broken relationship. suna really did notice them, he just didn’t figure out in time that you were actually going to leave.

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part three: limited interactions

HE wanted to believe that you just didn’t hear him the first time, but he knew that you did. either way, he repeated himself.

“what do you want to watch?” suna asked, occasionally side glancing at you.

you sat next to him on the couch, the space between your bodies painfully obvious. he waited for you to snuggle into him, but he knew that you weren’t going to.

it’s been five days since you last had any kind of physical contact with him, and now he knew for sure that you were distancing yourself.

“it doesn’t matter.” you shrug, scrolling through your phone.

you come across a photo of silly photo of atsumu on your feed, and you let out an airy chuckle before liking the post.

suna looks over at you, his eyes narrowed. “do you even wanna watch a movie?” he scoffs, standing up and tossing the remote on the table. “you’re pissing me off.”

“excuse me?” you furrow your eyebrows and stand up, glaring straight at him. “i’m pissing you off?” you snicker and shake your head. “you don’t get to fucking talk!”

“i don’t get to talk?!” his voice raising as he followed you to the bedroom. “i’m making a fucking effort and you’re probably fantasizing about atsumu right next to me!”

you stop in your tracks at that, slapping a hand across his face. “you’re fucking kidding me, right?” you want to do anything—most of all laugh at him, but you’re past that. “now you’re making an effort? where was that effort for all those fucking months? huh, rin?”

you shoved him out of your way as you walked over to the closet to find a backpack. “so what? you’re packing up and leaving?” he chuckles, his fists clenched at his sides.

“i’m staying at mei’s for a bit because i’m fucking tired of you!” you turn around to scream in his face, before walking around him and throwing your dresser open, random shirts and pants stuffed into your bag or launched on the floor. “with your nonsense about fantasizing about ‘tsumu... i bet atsumu wouldn’t treat me like this!”

everything went quiet, except the sound of clothes being packed. it had slipped passed your lips—you didn’t mean it.

“what the fuck did you just say?” his breaths are heavy now, and your pinned between him and your dresser—except it wasn’t an arousing situation—no, his eyes were filled with rage, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t afraid of him like this.

“i said, atsumu wouldn’t treat me like this.” now you’re all in his face, because you weren’t a pussy. “get away from me, you fucking bastard.” you shove him off of you, storming your way to the bathroom.

“you’re a fucking whore, you know that?” he growls, watching tears stream down your face in the bathroom mirror as you dig through the drawers for a spare toothbrush.

“i’m the whore? well guess what! this whore waits up for you every night and tolerates your shitty behaviour!” you shriek, unashamed of the droplets falling helplessly down your face. “i do anything, everything, but you can’t even acknowledge it!”

he’s quiet at that, cause he knows it’s true.

he watches as you make your way out of the room, and waits a few minutes until he hears the front door slam shut.

suna really was worried, but he knew that he didn’t have a reason to be. it wasn’t the first time that both of your built up emotions have exploded altogether, always ending with a slam of the door—except it was always you leaving.

although suna has never laid a hand on you—and never will—you never wanted to stick around for things to get worse—worser than it’s been before.

it was all just insults—insults casually thrown around like they were nothing, despite the fact that each word carried a strong burden with it.

the regrets never seemed to tame your minds—not until you were apart.

that’s when suna finally fell down onto the bed, his head between his hands. it was a yell he decided to let out—this time with a random object thrown onto the floor, accompanied with a glass shattering\.

it was a picture frame—one with you and suna smiling at an amusement park. you were both happy then. he wanted to know what changed.

while he broke another picture frame, you sat with mei, balling your eyes out.

“shh... don’t worry, i’m here.” mei comforted you, rubbing circles on your back as you cried on her floor.

“i just want to stop fighting with him.” you sobbed out. “i want everything to be okay again.”

“oh baby, everything is okay!” she reassures you. “if this is how things are meant to play out, then it is what it is. remember what the kind lady at the cafe said.”

“but i don’t want what she said to be true.”

after a few days had passed, suna was sure you weren’t gonna come back, until he heard the front door open.

he hopped up from the bed—glad that he had cleaned the house the other day—and walked out the bedroom, where he found you taking off your shoes.

“hey.” he mumbled, and you didn’t respond to him.

you removed the backpack and left it by the door, walking over to him. “can we talk?” he asked, watching as you passed right by him, entering into the bedroom with a quick “no, thanks.”

“please?” he pressed on, but you shook your head, crawling into your side of the bed.

“night, rin.” you whispered.

he was okay, though. he was sure that you would want to talk to him in the morning.

except you didn’t. 

now, he had this scene that play over and over, every single night. 

he would come home from practice, but you wouldn’t be in the same place as usual. you weren’t sitting at the table waiting for him with dinner ready—no, you were always either bathing, or already asleep.

did he not mean that much to you anymore, that you didn’t need to make sure he came home?

who was he to complain though? he took advantage of your love for him, with all the endless nights that he stayed out. why did he deserve to have someone to make sure that he came home safe?

but even so, as he came home from work today, he wished that he was still deserving of your love.

he wished that he could see you smile at him from your same spot at the table, with a “hey rin, how was practice?”

but that wasn’t what was really bothering him.

it was the fact that there was always food in the fridge for him to microwave after a long day. the fact that the laundry was always done, and that his clothes were always washed for him to use again.

it was the fact that every morning when he would wake up with no one beside him, there would still be a plate of breakfast left on the table for him, with a note saying “make sure you eat, rin.”

it was the fact that even if the love would probably be lost one day, you still cared for him. even if you rarely spoke to him since that last argument, you still secretly took care of him.

it was the fact that every now and then, he got the urge to wrap his arms around you, and to cuddle you once again. he wanted to laugh with you, and to go on cheesy dates with you, and to once again do what normal couples do.

it was the fact that only as your relationship began to crumble to the ground, had he began to realize that he still loved you.

shit—he still loved you.

but it was too late.

[princesuna]

suna doesn’t really get sleeping w/ stuffed animals, but you explain that hugging something soft helps you sleep. he knows how much trouble you have sleeping so he kinda gets it, but still doesn’t fully understand. one day, you gifted him the fox version of your stuffed animal b/c it reminded you of him. to be honest, you just thought it would be cute for you two to have matching ones. you told him he doesn’t have to sleep w/ it and he can leave it somewhere in his room. when he looks at it, he can think of you. suna misses you more than usual one night and decides to go to sleep hugging the fox plushie. somehow...he falls asleep faster...sleeps a little better. he then steals your stuffed animal and swaps it w/ his so that you both can fall asleep to each other’s scent.

you almost kill him for kidnapping your precious baby though...

[emmyrosee]

“Daddy, Uncle Shi-Shi called you a news-ance.”

From underneath the cabinet, Atsumu’s head slammed into the wood above him, whatever he was doing suddenly not mattering. Rintaro, who was holding the tools, now was absolutely cackling at the entire scene. The now wounded blonde slowly pulls his head out of the cabinet, a massive hand cradling his head and a look of betrayal on his face.

“He what!”

“Well, when you called Uncle Shi-Shi after lunch to tell me to come home, ‘nd he asked if you were done, ‘nd you said no, he got mad when he hung up and called you a complete news-ance.”

Rintaro’s cackling reached new levels as Hisako looks quizzically between them, hand smacking his knee and gasping for breath he cannot seem to catch.

Uncle Shinsuke, who was just supposed to have Hisako for the day while Atsumu fixed the sink- right, that’s what he was doing, pre-slander and concussion- but when the job became too much, Atsumu figured he’d have Hisako dropped back off at home to have some lunch and her nap, so Kita could go about his day; no matter how much Kita adores Hisako, it can be hard to balance errands with a four year old.

So much for being courteous.

“Daddy, Uncle ‘Taro, what’s a news-ance?”

“It means your dad’s annoying,” Sunarin ungraciously explains, leaning against the counter. Hisako tips her head in confusion, and Atsumu gives him a glare.

“It means,” Atsumu sighs, “that Uncle Shi-Shi got mad that I was busy but still wanted you home. He didn’t think it was a good idea.” Then, under his breath, he mumbles a quick “didn’t stop him from dropping you off, though.”

“Oh…” Hisako seems to ponder this before she nods, letting Atsumu duck his head back under the sink. “Well I don’t think you’re ‘noying!”

Atsumu groans as his child picks up Suna’s description of a nuisance, “I’m glad baby; why don’t you go put on paw patrol, I’ll bring you lunch in a minute?”

“Okay daddy!”

Tiny feet toddle off, and from above the cabinet, Atsumu hears Rin stifle a laugh. “Damn, she’s funny.”

“Don’t encourage her, she turns every single uncle of hers against me.”

“Pretty sure you do that to yourself, my guy.”

“Give me the pliers and stay quiet.”

A few moments later, a small voice comes back into Atsumu’s earshot again, this time directed mostly at Suna.

“Uncle ‘Taro?”

“What’s up, lean cuisine?”

“How come Uncle Shi-Shi uses those big words, but mommy just says daddy’s ‘noying?”

His head slams back into the cabinet, once again whining in pain, and Suna’s laughter of betrayal once again filling the Miya home. A trip to the ER would have to wait; this is far more important.

“She WHAT?”

[darkmegs]

THEIR “FANGIRL” ACTUALLY LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! (oikawa, atsumu, and suna)

warning: gn!reader, crack, some pouty boyos!. a random idea i thought of~

[ part 2 (sugawara and iwaizumi) ]

OIKAWA TOORU

“i swear if they don’t leave in 60 seconds, i’m going to serve a ball towards them.”

leaning against the bus with crossed arms, you watched the herd of squealing girls surrounding your boyfriend. iwaizumi is right by your side, glaring at the sight of his best friend being showered with affection and treats.

he scoffed, “yeah? well i’m waiting for 15 seconds.”

you popped your head into the bus, “mattsun! toss me a ball! a warning sign is needed for this.”

hanamaki leaned forward from his seat, “don’t you think hitting the girls with a volleyball is a tad bit excessive?” he asked.

you caught the ball matsukawa threw your way, “who said i was aiming for the girls?”

hanamaki laughed, “that’s our manager.” he remarked, before settling back into his seat.

“iwa, those 15 seconds up yet?” you asked, moving the ball from hand to hand.

“definitely.”

“2 meat buns if i hit his back.” you voiced, adjusting your stance.

“5 if you get his head. it’ll help shrink his big ass ego.” iwaizumi offered.

you chuckled, “you’re on.”

then, in the blink of an eye, the ball hurled towards oikawa. a loud thud! when it met the back of his head. the crowd gasped loudly, taking a step back.

“what the actual hell, iwa?” oikawa called out, rubbing the painful spot as he turned around.

“it was me, shittykawa.”

oikawa felt chills run down his spine. there was only one thing he feared more than failure, and that’s you.

specifically, angry you.

he gulped nervously, before cracking a nervous chuckle, “haha…g-good shot, y/n-chan...have you been practicing?”

“…get in the bus.”

“yes, y/n-chan.”

he sheepishly bid his fangirls goodbye, “sorry to cut this short, ladies. wish us luck on our game.”

high-pitched whines of protest began to erupt as oikawa trudged towards the bus with his head hanging low.

he peeked up once he neared closer to you, only to be met with your hellish gaze. he quickly ducked back down, choosing to walk past you without a word.

iwaizumi followed right after, kicking the setter’s butt as he stepped onto the bus, making him stagger with a whimper.

“w-wait!!”

the three of you turned around and see a girl —most likely a first year— with pigtails and a maroon bow in her hair. she looked incredibly skittish, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as her legs shook in place.

“sorry, but we have to go now.” iwazumi told her, forcibly shoving oikawa to get inside the bus.

oikawa waved to the girl, “sorry, i can’t stay any lon—“

“y/n-senpai!!!”

startled, you all froze and stared at her with wide eyes. you stood there, confused as to why she wanted to speak to you.

“uhh…yes?” you asked.

“i-i-i…i love you!!”

before you could even fully digest her confession, you felt her arms thrown around you in a clinging hug. she buried the side of her face in your chest, her grip tightening.

“hey! y/n’s mine!!” oikawa attempted to go at the first year, but iwaizumi kept him back; like a vexed chihuahua being held by his owner.

“y/n-senpai, if you will, please be with me! oikawa-san doesn’t deserve you!” the girl wailed against you.

“you little brat! y/n-chan loves me! y/n, tell her!” he fought back, a deep pout hanging on lips.

“umm…i’m sorry but, i’m currently dating crappykawa.” you said.

“currently?!” oikawa screamed.

“so you have no problem with y/n calling you crappykawa, loserkawa?” hanamaki snickered. oikawa grew red and huffed.

“b-but…” tears began to well in the girl’s eyes. she sniffled and her sleeve quickly came up to wipe her nose.

“what’s your name?”

the girl cowered at your voice, letting out an anxious squeak! when she finally registered your words.

“hashimoto…s-sakura…” she murmured, quietly.

“may i call you sakura-chan?”

“eh?!”

the thunderstruck expression she wore can only compete with the one adorning oikawa’s baffled face.

“you don’t even know her!” he gasped.

you ignored the pattering nonsense that left oikawa’s mouth and put your hands over sakura’s trembling fists.

“i can’t date you, but i’ll tell you what. if stupidkawa ever makes me angry, i’ll let you serve a volleyball at his head.”

you heard the roaring laughter bellow from hanamaki and matsukawa’s chests at your words. from the corner of your eye, you saw a sullen oikawa.

“so violent…” he mumbled, shivering in place.

“y-you’ll teach me how to serve?” sakura repeated, her mouth parted in awe.

you nodded, “but not right now; we’ve got a game to catch. so if you’ll excuse us…”

you patted the top of her head and stepped around a slack-jawed oikawa to enter the bus.

“move your ass, we don’t have time.” iwaizumi aggressively kneed him in the back to walk forward, before turning to sakura with a slightly softer attitude.

“we’ll catch you later, future mrs. l/n.”

“iwa-chan!!!”

MIYA ATSUMU

“atsumu, have ya recently done anything notable?”

atsumu tapped his chin at kita’s odd question, “besides my killer serves this game, i can’t think of anythin’.”

“or at all.” osamu muttered as he took a sip of water. atsumu threw a spiteful glare his way.

“why do ya ask?” the blond questioned.

“a girl in the stands has been staring at ya from the very start of the game.” kita voiced his keen observation to the setter.

the two turned their heads towards the crowd, and surely enough, there was indeed a girl staring down at them.

suna, who just so happened to be passing by the pair, stopped in his tracks and squinted his eyes to catch what was so interesting.

“is she…is she holding a megaphone?” he noted.

atsumu hummed at suna’s comment, before sighing. “oh, i see what’s happening.”

“ya do?” kita asked him.

“of course! she’s gonna confess to me. trust me, it happens all the time.” he confidently replied with a smirk. his eyes suddenly darkened and his voice dropped an octave, “…as long as they don’ do it while i’m servin’.”

suna snorted through his nose at the ridiculous conclusion atsumu came to, before walking away just as easily as he had walked in.

“is y/n-san alright with that?” kita wondered.

you stood nearby and were able to hear their conversation. you spoke up without taking your eyes off the clipboard you were writing on. “i really don’t care.”

+

the inarizaki team members flopped onto the benches with heavy sighs.

“you guys played great,” you said, scribbling their points down in the first set. “one more set and you’ll have the win.”

lowering his water bottle, suna elbowed atsumu, who was wiping the sweat off his neck with a towel, and gestured towards the stands.

“’bout to happen~” atsumu mentioned.

“the confession?” aran asked. word spreads around quick, huh?

atsumu nodded, his eyes closed in arrogance. they watched just as the girl took a deep breath and raised the megaphone to her lips.

“can i have your attention?”

the booming voice made the crowd quiet down, a few murmurs and whispers being traded among them. aran and suna glanced at each other, a bit shocked.

“what did i say?” atsumu remarked.

“atsumu-kun!!” the girl shouts.

“here it comes…”

“i’m in love… with your s/o!!!”

“see? i told ya— WAIT WHAT?!?!”

the entire gymnasium turned to you at the surprising revelation. the pen you were holding falls from your fingers, the sound of it hitting the floor echoed off the silent walls.

“atsumu, close yer mouth before the flies get in.” kita nonchalantly told him, as suna filmed the setter’s more than entertaining reaction.

“well, y/n-san? what do you say?” the girl asked, the sharp static from her megaphone made you wince.

“uhhh…”, you met osamu’s eyes, he hands you a megaphone he took from one of the crowd members. you accepted it, whispering a small mention of gratitude to the grey-haired boy. you turned it on, the piercing noise making everyone cover their ears for a moment.

“…i’m not interested, sorry!!”

the crowd erupted in gasps, loud exchanges of whispers flooding the gym. the girl lowered her megaphone in defeat, she was about to walk away when she heard sounds of struggling.

“h-hey little girl! if ya try makin’ moves on y/n aga—“

“atsumu-kun, cut it out!”

“’m just protecting what’s mine!”

the bold girl spoke into the megaphone again, “y/n doesn’t belong to anyone! you might’ve won this round, miya atsumu—“

atsumu lowered the megaphone and incredulously whispered, “this round?!”

“—but y/n will reciprocate my feelings! one day! you just wait!!”

and with that, the girl marched off. her head held high and her face expressing nothing but determination. when the doors closed behind her, the team turned to you.

“…that was something, huh?” you laughed, nervously.

the referee blew the whistle, signaling the start of the second set. the team hurriedly jogged back to center court, a pouting atsumu plodding right behind them. you rolled your eyes and rubbed his back reassuringly when he walked by you.

“remind me to send you the video.” suna told you with a wink before sauntering away.

“ya better delete that, suna! ‘else i’m not settin’ to ya anymore!!”

SUNA RINTAROU

“there’s a ‘‘sunarin’’ fan club?”

your boyfriend had intended to mention it as a throwaway comment, something to briefly make fun of. but it seemed like your interest had been piqued.

“uhh yeah…” suna answered, “why? you jealous?”

you scoffed, “i’m just curious as to how the school approved it.”

he shrugged his shoulder, “dunno. i don’t even think the school looks into most clubs, they’re mostly interested in the sports teams.”

you hummed, not thinking much of it. you handed suna the drink you got him from the vending machine, leaning back against his chest as you two laid sprawled out under a tree near the gym.

he took a sip and rested his chin on your shoulder. you closed your eyes in content, satisfied with how comfortable it was being engulfed in his warmth.

then, you heard the sound of unified footsteps, almost like a marching army. you looked up and saw rows of girls, all wearing matching t-shirts, with signs and gifts at hand.

“shit,” suna muttered.

“what?”

“those girls—” he paused to let out a heavy sigh, “—that’s the fan club.”

you sat up, deeply engaged now. “no way, they have your name and face on the back of their t-shirts.” you observed, with a laugh.

suna groaned, dragging the hood of his jacket over his face in order to conceal himself from their prying eyes. when he had first heard about the fan club from the miya twins, he was mildly amused. he often passed by their club room, dropping in a few times; pretending he was lost or asking about someone, just to entertain the whole charade.

but the whole thing ended up backfiring, as the girls grew even more obsessed with him. they would show up at practice just to watch him, or stagger into his classroom in packs to bombard him with sweets and love letters.

“one of them is coming over!”

suna groaned, “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“h-hi.”

he looked up at the girl with boring eyes, his hood falling off. her breath hitched and she averted her gaze.

deciding to speak to her instead of your boyfriend, who can often come off as cold and dry, you smiled warmly, “hi there, do you need anything?”

her head snapped up at your voice. the heat flooded her cheeks and she turned red. with trembling breaths, she began to stutter something out.

“i-i’m…”

she suddenly bowed at an exaggeratedly deep angle, her face practically meeting her knees.

“i-ishida mei! from class 1-3, nice to meet you!!”

the pair of you were startled at her introduction. it went quiet for a moment, before you cleared your throat.

“nice to meet you…ishida-chan…” you slowly said, unsure of how to respond. you nudged suna in the torso, forcing him to say the same.

“delighted.” he answered, curtly.

upon hearing his voice, mei raised her head, a solemn look on her features. “suna rintarou, from class 2-1. we finally meet.”

suna quirked his eyebrows at the serious tone she had. you glanced between them, incredibly confused as to what was happening.

“can i help you, kid?”

“rin…” you scolded, lowly.

“look, if you’re gonna confess your love to me or something, just do it now. i’m trying to enjoy my lunch break.” he told her, bluntly.

but what shocked you both, was when she started laughing. her head thrown back as the menacing, almost belittling chuckles left her lips.

“confess? to you? don’t be ridiculous, silly volleyball player.” she mocked.

her eyes shifted to you, and you gulped nervously. she smiled and her features softened, “i’m here to proclaim my love for you, y/n-sama.”

with eyes as wide as saucers, you stared at her in complete disbelief. suna scoffed, letting go of you and standing up. the sight was nothing less than comedic. a 185.7 cm middle blocker, towering over a nearly 153 cm first year, the two glaring daggers at each other.

“i’m afraid “y/n-sama” is not available.” he stated.

“that can be easily fixed.”

he tilted his head, “are you threatening me?”

she snickered, “oh don’t flatter yourself, you’re eons behind the worth of indulging my wrath.”

she grew bored exchanging meaningless words with suna, so she looked back at you. crouching, she gently took a hold of your hand.

“y/n-sama, you’re nothing less than a dream. therefore, you deserve nothing less than a romantic love story. i can provide that and make you change your mind about this unfavorable boy.”

you blinked, “i’m really sorry—“

“you’re not, but go on.” suna cut in. mei shot him a dirty look for interrupting.

“i can’t be with you, ishida-chan…” you told her with a grimace.

she retracted her hand and nodded, “i see…”

“seems like you’ve got your answer, bye now.” suna addressed.

“suna rintarou, from class 2-1,” she turned to him, “you might feel victorious now, but you’ll be hearing more from me in due time.”

after bowing one last time to you, she twirled on her heels and marched away. now that her back was visible, you noticed the t-shirt she was wearing. It was the same as the one suna’s fangirls wore, but hers had a big red ‘X’ etched over his face.

suna scoffed, “nice shirt!” he called out, sarcastically.

“i’ll make one for y/n-sama!”

he rolled his eyes and muttered, “brat.”

thank you for reading! this was definitely not proofread, sorry for any mistakes >:(

thanks for calling darkmegs!!

[aftersamu]

THE EXIT PAIRING: r.suna x gn!reader GENRE: angst + exposure of the bet trope (enemies to lovers to enemies)

it gets personal at the end, and this has such a different energy to anything i've written before. like there's harsh words, fucked up tropes, and it's definitely more 2010 teen drama. proceed with caution <3

a party.

people crowding the living room and backyard of the house, 20+ bottles of alcohol, red cups lining every table and surface, casual hookups, and girls rushing to the bathroom to throw up, and others blacked out on the grass.

you lost suna throughout the night, got invested in a conversation with a girl you've never spoken to before. and once you realised he was gone, you searched for him.

asking around for his whereabouts, getting closer and closer to finding a distinct location. osamu told you where to go, and you went. ducking underneath the velvet rope blocking off steps, and heading up.

turning every corner, trying to open every door, with a ear pressed to each closed surface. and down the hall, at the corner, a small ray of light illuminates the hallway.

you walk forward, starting to hear the hushed conversation and walking on your toes, holding your breath in your chest as you approach the slightly opened door.

back pressing against the wall, hiding in the shadows you listen. maybe it's nothing serious and you're being nosey, feeding off drama that might not even involve you.

until you hear your name.

"so, how are things going between the two of you?" atsumu, his voice is easily identifiable. "it's been a couple months since they've stopped hating you, i take it's a good sign."

"look, i don't think this is a good idea anymore." suna sighs, "it was fun for a while, but it's getting pretty serious now."

"you going soft rintarō?" atsumu teases, "i thought you hated that bitch, now you're sympathetic? what happened?"

"i don't know man, my fucking morals kicked in, i guess." suna quips, he's frustrated. you can see his shadow pacing around. "look this was fun, the games, but i don't know if i can do it anymore."

"so... you fucked?" atsumu bluntly remarks, "come on mate, i'm not stupid. you wouldn't be backing out unless you two fucked."

"yeah, well, it happened and now i'm screwed because you're a dickhead and i'm an idiot." suna scoffs, "it ends now, i'll give you the money, i don't want to do this stupid bet anymore."

bet. of fucking course, how cliche of them. how naive of you to think of giving suna a chance, he's a dickhead, you knew that. but, there's no way he spent six months trying to get in good with you for a bet.

no amount of money could have him commit for this long. or at least you think, it was a moment of boredom and a way to make easy money. two rich kids who have nothing better to do other than drop a grand on a bet.

a gambling scheme.

with twist and turns, challenges and money rewards. to keep them both interested in the little plan, one that has been pulled straight from a reality tv show.

"you're backing out now? it's been half a year, i think it's too late to feel remorse now." atsumu states, "do you need a recap of how much money we've bet? do you know how much money has been exchanged during this entire ordeal?"

"no, i don't, and don't be a dick." suna snaps, "you are just as much a part of this as i am."

"yeah, but i wasn't the one who brought it up." atsumu retorts, "i wasn't the one who stood up, and bet that i could get in good with them. that i could manipulate them with my killer charm."

"yes, but you proposed those sick side bets. bring them to the party, kiss them on this day, get them to make the first move within a week." suna mocks, "you're no better than me."

"so what? you going to go down there and tell them that you've been manipulating them for a little extra cash? that you've been fucking around with others the same time you've been buying them flowers, and making them eggs in the morning?"

your heart is beating hard against your chest, is it the anger, sadness, or alcohol that's giving you vertigo? is it the betrayal that causes all feeling to escape from your body, or is it how you feel like a complete idiot that sends you barging into the room.

you kick the door wide open, face red, and eyes already watering. the look of shock on suna's face and fear that paints it, and atsumu's smugness ever so present.

"don't even try." you say, holding up a finger to stop the brunette from saying anything. it's so funny, you can't seem to stop the manic smile from growing on your lips.

"let me explain–"

"oh, yeah sure. i don’t hate you babe, i never hated you, i love you, you’re everything i need. you’re the only one who understands me, and sees me. i can’t hate you." you mock, bringing up the words he spoke to you. "shut the fuck up suna."

it's as if those months have vanished, and all you feel is pure hate and rage towards those eyes that you thought you loved.

"you definitely outdid yourself with this one, this whole fucking twisted six month plan of yours.” you dryly laugh, bringing your hands up, "oh, but love, i don't feel that way, i tried to back out." you mimic. "go fuck yourself."

god, you seem so delusional.

"it's not like that!"

"yeah, and i like totally care." you say, rolling your eyes, "you don't mean shit. so pay miya what you owe and move on, because you lost! that's what you get for being a fucking cunt."

"love, you're drunk." suna sighs, taking a step towards you.

"don't come near me," you deadpan. "you manipulative, sick fuck. you will never be good enough for anybody, no one will ever love you, your sister doesn't even want to see you. i see you, and you're an insecure, needy, fucking freak."

you want to strike a nerve, and you know you have. you want to cause pain, regain some dignity that you've lost. you may have seen the worst of him, but he has not seen the worst of you.

"i'm done with you, i fucking hate you... and you're friends are hotter."

[scandeniall]

Attentive boyfriends — Suna and Sakusa

a/n: random drabbles of 2 of my top 5 boys being attentive . Sakusa my be ooc since I havent written for him in a while

warnings: like 1-2 curses. You’re adults/old enough to be at a bar. Not edited

Suna: Attentive bf Suna who notices how different you are when you slip back into the booth after running to the bathroom on your night out with friends. It’s not super obvious but he knows you and notices how you pause just a second longer before jumping in the conversation. He notices the hitch in your breath every so often and can feel how you shift in the seat every so often and your secret glance at the clock on your phone. The arm he’d previously had resting at the top of the booth comes around your shoulder his nails grazing gently along your shoulder while he halfway finishes his sentence. After the next person chimes in he ducks his lips towards your ear to mumble “you good?” He can tell that despite your answer reassurance that you are in fact not good and that he needs to get you out of the bar. He interrupts whatever story whatever friend is telling with “gotta go grab some shit out the car. Be back” while simultaneously helping you up his hand immediately attaching itself to your back as you navigate out. Once the two of you are in the emptier parking lot his hand slips unused your shirt to rest warmly on your waist. He can feel how you relax just the slightest before speaking “Whats up? We can leave right now just say the word and it’s done.” 100% willing to leave with no goodbyes. Just texts someone as soon as y’all are back home.

Sakusa: Attentive bf Sakusa who has you as his plus one to a gala and who hadn’t seen you half the night. But when he does he finally can immediately tell you’re exhausted as you laugh at the joke of another player’s significant other. He’ll excuse himself from whatever conversation he’s been dragged into and make his way over to you. Let’s you lean against him while taking your champagne flute as you wrap up the conversation. Once your 3rd party disappears he’s facing you and placing a quick kiss on your temple before asking if you’re ready to leave. Will stop you if you try to say he should stay a bit longer and mingle more. “You’re about to fall asleep standing up and you want to stay,” with a eyebrow raise. He’ll smile at your breathless laugh that you suppose he’s right before you tell him to at least go say his goodbyes. Reluctantly agrees and gives you his jacket with a promise of making it quick. Rushes through the goodbyes and good nights he hardly wanted to do in the first place. He’d much rather spend the night with you anyways.

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. because i’m that bitch who went to see this movie in theaters four times, you guys are getting my unhinged hcs for going to this movie with some hq boys

genre. crack. just crack.

ft. tooru oikawa, kenma kozume, hajime iwaizumi, rintaro suna, tetsuro kuroo, satori tendo

tw. headcanons may include some spoilers to the mario movie</3

gender neutral! reader.

➫    𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔   𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ ah, yes. as a long time fan and because he heard peaches, tooru had to see the movie just to mess with you a bit ( and to relive his childhood )

⌗ “y/n-chan, at the end of the line, I’LL. MAKE YOU MIIIIINEEE, OHHHHH—”

⌗ “tooru.. i’m already yours..”

⌗ showed up in attire befitting of the movie theme ( overalls!! ) and begged to get the film special when you guys were ordering food and drinks.

⌗ doesn’t look it, but has for sure played mario games before! definitely owned a wii and ds at some point in his life; totally did download play with hajime, i don’t make the rules ( tooru does. ). so it’s needless to say he knew his shit

⌗ movie aside — tooru will very much be cuddling you in the theater because it gets cold and he likes being close!!

     ➫    𝓚𝗢𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗘   𝓚𝗘𝗡𝗠𝗔   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ you are GOING to the movie, you have no veto rights to say no.

⌗ knows the entire soundtrack with every single extract from every song in every mf game, and found ALL the easter eggs down to the “chasse au canard” — the french title for duck hunt.

⌗ while kenma may have this unyielding expeession of indifference that hardly ever leaves his face, you never failed to miss that look of childlike wonder that flashed in those golden eyes of his throughout the movie.

⌗ isn’t one for pda but since it’s dark, he held your hand throughout the movie and squeezed it whenever he spotted another reference<3

⌗ the mario high does not die down after the movie so y’all play for a bit on the wii just for nostalgia

⌗ yk when people come off a carnival ride and are all like “let’s do that again” — yeah, that’s him. but with this movie.

➫ 𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ wasn’t crazy about going to the movie but when you kept begging to go, he just had to give into your pleas if it made you happy

⌗ it was needless to say, he was that meme of spongebob ascending when he heard the songs that were being played — especially when thunderstruck came on during the designing of the karts scene

⌗ “i know they did not just- what is this soundtrack. AND WHY IS IT IN A MARIO MOVIE.”

⌗ cannot choose between the kart scene and the arena fight between mario and donkey kong ( if he had to pick favs )

⌗ the training scene of mario doing the obstacle course had him howling — could not stop laughing and honestly, same.

⌗ comes out of the theater blabbering about everything he saw, acting like the gemini he is capable of being at times and it was just the cutest, rarest sight for you<3

➫ 𝓢𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝓡𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ made the FUNNIEST COMMENTS during the movie — istg people started looking at you cuz you could not stop laughing

⌗ “damn, bowser really just got jumped in broad daylight in brooklyn.” or “the fact that nobody said or questioned anything when a bunch of turtles just pulled up rampaging through the city — like just another day in brooklyn.”

⌗ he was LIVING for the shy guy scenes, like when they jumped spike in the streets of brooklyn or made those noises and did the head tilt when luigi was having this very non lgbtq moment with bowser

⌗ saw and heard cranky kong and now kins him just for the sarcasm and dry comments

⌗ he knows the mario brothers rap VERBATIM and sang it when it came on ( also sang the dk one )

⌗ immediately changed his ringtone to the gamecube start up noise when luigi’s phone went off in the movie and downloaded the entire soundtrack on spotify for studying purposes ( totally played it for many more reasons )

    ➫    𝓚𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢   𝓣𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ if you thought you were safe, no you are not. because when i tell you.. he picked up the bowser rizz like a disease ( kuroona fr ).

⌗ the whole “i guess love really makes a guy come out of his shell🥴” — yeah. expect to see him turn to you SPECIFICALLY during that scene ( because he has seen videos ) JUST TO SAY THAT TO YOU.

⌗ you either laughed, smacked his head or deadpanned — the choice is yours.

⌗ he gave you a side eye when mario ended up in the cat suit and me-owed into your ear mockingly before doing that chaotic ass laugh of his

⌗ when you go to shower and get ready for bed, don’t be surprised when you exit and hear piano noises of tetsuro just casually showing off his take on the underground theme

⌗ like tooru, he also sings peaches to you. literally came out of that movie and made bowser his new personality

➫ 𝓣𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗢 𝓢𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ come on now, this weeb is totally a nintendo geek / enthusiast — HE QUITE LITERALLY PUT THE TENDO IN NINTENDO so OF COURSE you guys are going to this movie

⌗ he was very eager and excited to attend, has literally been waiting all his life for this movie to come out- to like finally be MADE

⌗ it was just the cutest sight but he was a MENACE in the theater — literally snickering throughout the movie during every joke or was just pointing every reference

⌗ he did several impressions of toad to get a laugh out of you and honestly you couldn’t help yourself; it was silly and stupid but adorable

⌗ when take on me started playing during the drive with funky kong through the jungle kingdom, he did the high pitched bit from the memes and honestly you had to laugh

⌗ another peaches enthusiast.. “OHHHH PEACHES, PEACHAAAAAAS-” gets the flashlight pointed at him to hush and he covers his mouth before snickering

notes. yes i know this was unhinged and just on a whim but enjoy, thank you and goodnight

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