#suna domestic

[liillyliilly]

Run Club

suna rintarou x reader words; 4679 synopsis; she's the best runner at inarizaki, he wants to spend more time with her- so the natural conclusion? offering to make a run club with her

It was practically 1,000 degrees outside and Suna was melting in the heat. The rest of the volleyball team was excited to finally be outside for once, the gym was beginning to grow old. Kita, in his ever intelligent wisdom, decided he wanted to do some more intensive cross training. Suna was covering his eyes with his hand, not even hooded eyes could deflect a boiling sun.

And there she was.

“Kita, who is that?” Atsumu got to the jump before Suna did, but Suna listened just a little more carefully to Kita’s words in response to Atsumu’s words.

“That’s L/N. She’s in my class. She’s the track captain, she’s also the one who’s going to help us with cross training today.”

In front of a group of other runners, including guys, was her. She was wearing a black sports bra and quite possibly the shortest shorts Suna had ever seen on a girl. She seemed to be leagues ahead of the other runners, yet she still was yelling at the kids to keep running. Keep pushing forward without thinking about the pain.

Suna thought she was crazy. Beautiful and crazy.

Eventually, she came up to the volleyball team, leaving her team of runners lying on the track practically crying and downing entire water bottles. She messed around on what appeared to be a fitness watch, frowned a little but then tapped around before finally walking over to Kita. Suna was thinking that she was going to kill the volleyball team with the same workout she must have just done with the track team.

Kita gave her a high five, an actual high five, and she mimicked a volleyball spike, laughing at Kita’s eye roll.

“Okay listen up, I’m going to put y’all through some actual training. Not any of this jumping around and diving bullcrap, but actual intensive running to build stamina and power.”

They ran. And then they ran again. They drank a little water, and then they ran again. Eventually even the Miya twins and Aran were sitting down on a grass patch picking strands out of the field and sweating so much that they could’ve produced enough liquid for a hydroelectric dam.

She was just stretching, preparing for one more lap. Kita thanked her for the help, and told the team to head back to the gym so they could go over a few plays. All the boys were leaning on each other and dragging their feet as they meandered back to their hideout. Suna wanted to stay though. So he asked Kita if he would just run one more time, and he could get the plays from Atsumu or Osamu the next day. Kita let him, on the condition that Suna wouldn’t try to outrun L/N.

“I’ve tried, it’s not something I can realistically say is possible for me. But I’m all for a good run, make sure you eat a good dinner when you get back to your dorm.” Kita waved him off and Suna snuck his way over to her.

He leaned his head over her shoulder, inspecting what exactly was on her watch, but she turned around before he could see anything.

“Ever heard of hello?” She poked him in the chest lightly. Suna shrugs. She continues speaking when he doesn’t make a move to leave her be, “This is my long run for today, 8 miles. Think you can stay on my pace? I’m not slowing down for you.”

“I’ll manage.”

So they ran, Suna got winded earlier than he thought, around the third mile. So he had to run slightly behind her, still trying to keep up and not get left behind. She talked to him, easily and without losing much steam. She talked mostly about running, Suna listened. At the end of the fourth mile, she paused.

She said something about stretching for a minute or two and then finishing the run and getting back to Inarizaki. He swallowed the gel tube she had offered him, letting the instant energy soak into his body. She did little hops and jumps, lunges and toe touches, Suna just sat down and tried to reset his energy.

He liked her shoulders, her legs, the way she did her hair, he especially liked the way she sweat. It wasn’t a waterfall like Atsumu and Osamu, it was a sheen on her body. The film of sweat coated her, and it made her shine, her face was flushed from the run, but she was still just smiling. Suna could finally care less about the single sun’s brutality, because she was worth a thousand vibrant suns in his eyes.

Screw Vitamin D, he needed Vitamin Her.

He kept up with her on the way back to Inarizaki, though he suspects that she slowed down slightly so he could keep in time and pace with her. Despite him being taller, and having longer legs, with the way she ran it was clear he was no match for her instinctive athleticism when it came to running.

With the stories she told about her failures in a bunch of other sports, and how she came to running in the first place, Suna was surprised. He hid it well, just nodding and trying to keep his breathing deep and long so that he wouldn’t croak like a fool in front of her. She liked to run because it was the only sport where she didn’t need to be good at anything besides breathing.

Her biology teacher, when she was in first year, said that the only thing needed for life is the ability to cellular respirate. To convert energy from sugars and food into ATP, the chemical reaction utilized breathing. Breathing allows the process to flow. Breathing to facilitate the conversion of sugar to ATP. Or something like that, Suna was getting distracted by the way her arm would occasionally brush his as she strode forward.

Getting back to Inarizaki was disappointing for Suna, he wanted to run with her for longer. Just to be with her for longer. Maybe that’s why he asked if she wanted to be in a run club with him. What he had meant to ask was if she wanted to run with him more often, but a run club comment came out before he caught it.

“Run club sounds like a great idea! It would be perfect for intra-athletic cross training, like volleyball did today at the track. I’ll talk to a few more of the other captains, I can be in charge and if you want, you can be second in command?”

“Yeah. I can do that.” He could not do it.

To call it a running club was a tortuous attempt at trying to tone down the reality of what it was. It was a group of boys who liked to watch her run. She knew that, and Suna knew that. She still beat them in every single race. The basketball captain, the tennis captain, even the swim captain came around and tried to beat her. She reigned on top of Inarkizaki’s holy track field. She was who they came to see. She was the shrine that the foxes would pray at.

The coaches saw her outstanding dedication to helping all the kids at Inarizaki, she won a coaches’ award for Most Dedicated Student Athlete. Suna thought it was extremely well earned for her.

Run club died down, and eventually it was just Suna and L/N again, the other boys got tired of just running all the time. Albeit, the sports teams were objectively just a little bit better that year. Running had shaped the teams into stamina beasts, Inarizaki could outlast any other team for the most part.

Suna had begun asking Kita more and more frequently to do running as an alternative to other conditioning routines. Kita agreed every single time. Suna supposed that Kita knew the real reason why he took breaks from training with the team, it was so he could spend more time with her.

Freaking track kids. Always freaking running around thinking they owned the place. Especially Ito Yuuta, freaking Ito always running with freaking Y/N. Even going as far to be freaking duo partners in all the freaking track competitions.

“If you sulk anymore I think your face will stay like that.” Aran then took a picture of Suna sitting on the bleaches with his shoulders hunched into himself and a disgusting scowl on his face.

“I just don’t know why we, as the volleyball team, have to watch the track competition.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re just mad because Ito gets to run with L/N instead of you running with her.” Osamu could suck an egg for all Suna cared.

Atsumu wanted to play a little game with Suna, just to see his reaction. Atsumu was also glad that Kita was with all the other sports captains cheering the runners on.

“I heard from a very reliable source that Ito copped a feel of her thigh before one of the races yesterday, and that he got a kiss from her when he won in his category.” Atsumu told Omimi just loud enough for Suna to hear.

The way Suna spun his head around was almost enough to have Atsumu falling to the ground in delight. Suna stood up and went right down to the field, folding his arms and shifting his weight from side to side.

She came barreling down the track from her race, giving high fives to her friends and hugs to her even closer friends. She had just won another first place prize, which made Suna unbelievably happy, but also he was seething.

Kita had finally caught wind of what was about to occur, and he tried to get down to the track to get Suna away from the track. But one of the adults had stopped him from going down, so Kita and the rest of the team just had to sit back and watch as the horror was about to unfurl.

Ito Yuuta also had just finished his race, giving Y/N a hug and twirling her around, which made her laugh.

Suna snapped.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Ito held up a hand in shock, clearly not understanding what was going on. “Celebrating a win?”

“Bet you’re thinking you’re going to celebrate with more than just a hug.”

She caught on faster than Ito did. She began to tell Suna to get back to the stands.

“So, you’re hiding stuff from me too? Is it because he’s a runner? What does he have that I don’t? I have like four inches on this guy.”

Suna was miserable now, completely distraught. He was only moderately calm when she pulled him away and sat him down on a bench reserved for the track kids.

“Let’s just take a deep breath Rintarou. Look, it's easy.” She inhaled deeply and then let out a breath.

“It’s not fair.” He whined. Suna didn’t think he was capable of whining. He also didn’t think he was capable of being so blindsided by his own jealousy. He dragged his hands down his face and realized he had fallen for bait given to him by Atsumu. He had fallen for a trap set up by a notorious jokester.

Only when Suna saw Ito kissing his boyfriend did Suna really get embarrassed. “I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not, you just acted like one for a few minutes.” She was rubbing his back and he felt even worse, he had acted like a complete child and there he was getting soothed by the same girl he had wanted to fight for.

“Just forget I said anything, I did anything, just forget I even exist please.”

“But you had at least four inches on that guy?” Suna groaned and ducked his head down even further. “That one was actually kinda funny, Rintarou.” She ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it.

She wanted to get one more kick out of the whole situation, “I think you have some kind of teenage hormonal rage going on, but based on Ito’s reactions, I fully believe you won. So, are you gonna celebrate with more than just a hug?”

“Y/N!”

Atsumu had to do 100 diving laps per Kita’s instruction as punishment for causing an embarrassment out of the volleyball team and for pushing Suna to his mental limits.

Suna always liked to lurk around her, even when she was tired of him. Getting asked how you were doing multiple times a day by the same person could in fact grow slightly old. When he got a hold of her number, he had made her number his personal journal.

Everything from complaints to worries were sent to her. One time, in class, she had her headphones in and was solving some problems. Kita, her seatmate, was getting slightly annoyed by all the buzzing from her phone that he just had to check and see what was going on. Kita did not expect to see twenty messages from Suna. So that's what he was doing on his phone during practice.

She did like having him around though, despite his clingy nature. Sometimes he wouldn’t even talk to her, he just wanted to be where she was. She could be in the library doing some research for a class, and he would ask if he could come and work on homework with her. She would be in her dorm folding clothes and he would be sitting at her desk trying to bask in the smell of her room without seeming like a creep.

They were sitting on the field, and the sun had just gone down. She used a flashlight to keep some light around so they wouldn’t be stuck in the dark. She was reading a book, for fun, which made Suna more intrigued. She had a small booklight, attached to the novel, lighting the pages in yellow. She would ask when it was good for her to flip a page, so Suna could read along. He was a slower reader than she was, he remembered that she shared classes with Kita, so obviously she would be smart.

It was a book about a younger guy meeting an older girl, and he was hopelessly in love. How ironic Suna thought. Fate was truly ironic, it loved to play little games on Suna like this. All the time, any chance it got, attempting to make Suna play along with the games at hand.

A few pages of reading together passed before Suna decided to stick her bookmark back into the book, taking it from her before she could complain. He set it aside, using his arm to push it far enough away so that she couldn’t just grab it back.

Sweat was still on their bodies from the run they had finished. But this was far more heart-rate inducing than any run they had ever gone on.

“I think I like you.” Suna used a hand to hold her face, looking right at her.

“That’s nice.” Suna shoved her shoulder, making her fall on her back as she started laughing and slightly rolling from side to side. Suna scoffed, rolling his eyes and falling onto his own back.

“That was and is going to be my only attempt at romance ever. I hope you know that. You’ve crushed any other chance for me being any sort of cute.” Suna mourned the fatality that had just occurred.

She pressed his shoulders down, and leaned over him. Then, she kissed him and ran.

Suna took chase quite quickly, stumbling a little at the shock, but he was racing for more than just training for volleyball. He had to win this race. Suna knew she let him catch up to her. She was spoon-feeding him all the right chances and opportunities, and he ate it all up.

“I need water.” He was holding her over his shoulder, and he was exhausted after running. He walked to the water cooler by the field bleachers.

“Let me down from here, I belong on the ground.” She kicked her feet a little, but he just clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“You’d be on the ground if you didn’t make my heart sink into my stomach at your response to my confession.”

“I’d really truly not call that a confession. You just said you liked me, which is true for an awful lot of people. I think even Kita-”

He put her back on the ground and covered her mouth with his hand. He raised his eyebrows, just asking her to try that one more time. She raised her hands in surrender.

The rest of the year went by swimmingly (read: runningly). Run club almost every other day, which now featured eating at the dining hall together for the last call meal.

One of his favorite memories from that year was buying running shoes together.

When they went to buy running shoes, it had been a whole day affair. She took her crossbody bag and waited for him at the front of the school gates way too early in the morning. A disastrous nine in the morning meeting time, and on a Saturday too. He was tired only because he had made the unfortunate decision to call Osamu and Atsumu to his dorm that night for both outfit advice and behavior advice.

“I think you should nix the shoe-buying and just make-out the whole day while you’re away from school.” Atsumu ate another chip from the bag that was laying on his stomach, he was lounging on Suna’s bed without a care in the world.

Osamu took the chips and shoved them into the garbage bin. After throwing Atsumu the middle finger, he spoke to Suna, “Just be yourself, you haven’t started calling the pair of you a couple or anything yet, so as far as you know, it’s just a hang-out between friends.”

Suna held up a linen shirt in front of himself, waiting for Osamu’s genuinely constructive assessment. As he did so, Kita walked past the open dorm room and watched as Suna kept switching between the linen shirt and a regular Uniqlo grey shirt.

“She likes boys who wear basic clothes, go with the grey shirt. Linen can be for your first wedding anniversary.” Atsumu howled at Kita’s comment, and Osamu threw a volleyball at Kita through the door, which he caught effortlessly.

The grey shirt was the best decision he made, because their outfits ended up matching. Grey shirts and green cargo pants. She took a photo of them to celebrate a boy actually having fashion taste at their school. She was holding up a peace sign and Suna had his hand on the top of her head.

He didn’t mind that she took her time trying on all the shoes, every new pair she calculated and did little motions in. He just sat on the bench as she kept walking back and forth trying to imagine running in the shoes.

It was either the beige pair or the black and white pair. He was partial to the black and white pair because they looked like his own shoes, both for running and for volleyball. But the beige shoes had an appeal because she looked at them like they were just perfect.

So, he bought her the black and white pair.

They were sitting on the train and he was holding the shoe boxes on his lap, and she was holding her phone in front of the both of them, they were watching a video about volleyball. When he had expressed that his favorite team was EJP Raijin, she picked that as her favorite team too, and they watched all the games together. The video was a highlight reel of some of the best plays done by EJP Raijin.

She was leaning her head on his shoulder, and he thought that this was the best that life could get for him.

The worst was when she and all the third years on his team graduated. He had never been one for goodbyes. Especially since he knew she would still be around the next year going to university in central Hyogo, and she had been talking to her coaches about letting her be an assistant coach for the Inarizaki track and cross country clubs. It was just giving up on his close relationship with her so she could go and do her own thing in college.

Then his birthday rolled around, January 25th. It was cold outside and Suna was throwing his volleyball up into the air as he laid on his back. It had been a year since she had graduated. She visited frequently, but she was always so busy with only doing her job that Suna could only sit aside and pout.

She had never asked him to be her boyfriend, but he supposes that he never asked her to let him be her boyfriend either. He had been in a mood the whole day. He really did just miss being with her. He also missed running. The cold weather had made Atsumu ban everyone from staying outside too long, so no running in the fresh air, only in circles in the gym while Osamu just shouted out things that L/N was probably doing with other boys so Suna wouldn’t stop running from boredom.

Atsumu texted him and told him to come to the track field. So obviously, it had to be some form of a joke. Atsumu never encouraged his players to disobey the rules, especially the ones he made up himself.

Still, Suna put on his heaviest coat and stomped outside.

It was the best birthday present ever.

His favorite person was warming up on the track, stretching out her legs and doing her little hops that drove him crazy. He thinks he never ran faster.

“What are you doing here? Track season doesn’t start for another month?” He held onto her like she would disappear if he let go, playing with her hair and rubbing his freezing nose into her neck.

“It’s your birthday? What kind of friend am I?” She held her hands behind his neck. Somehow her hands were always warm, so the skin on his nape prickled for a second before he realized that he actually wanted her hands all over his exposed face.

“I would hope you’re not a friend at all, especially considering the things I think at night.”

“You murder me in your dreams?”

“You’re so annoying, I could actually just squish you right now.”

“Squish me?” She laughed and he could feel her whole body shake with joy. “And you said you’d never say anything cute ever again.”

They went for a short jog, and Suna realized she had gotten even better at running. They stopped their run at a small convenience store, and she was picking through the hot drink section. Suna just rested his head on his hands that were resting on the length of a shelf, watching her inspect the different cans.

She bought two green teas and threw one to Suna as they sat outside the store, watching the snow begin to fall and make a frosted world the new normal.

“What did you get me as a birthday present?” Suna pushed his knee against hers. Tilting her head, she held up the green tea. “That does not count as my birthday present.”

“Okay, now that I make somewhat grown up money, what is it that my favorite Sunarin wants for his little birthday?” She made an effort to baby talk as corny as she could.

He started at her jaw, pressing small kisses, giving her an out if she wanted, but she just happily sipped her tea. He pushed the can down so he could finally kiss her the way he wanted to all those times he had chickened out.

When he licked her bottom lip, and tried to open her mouth more, she pushed him away, just slightly.

“Woah there buddy.” Suna bit her ear in response, “At least make me your girlfriend geez.”

“Done.”

He just wouldn’t let her break up with him. He committed so hard to that philosophy that she had a ring on her finger to prove it the very next year. It was just the engagement ring he said, he had another one planned for when they would actually get married.

She got even better at running, but her real passions lied in helping others advance their physical skills, which is why Suna got her the athletic trainer position on his team, EJP Raijin. Half so he could see her everyday, and half so that he could get mandated massages from her.

She still made him run though, and he enjoyed it more everyday.

It was a run club, with just the two of them.

8 YEARS LATER...

“Ryohei! Remi! Slow down!” Suna yelled after the twins. She was busy with a new workout for some of his teammates, so he had to take their sons out for a run. He was still trying to teach them how to pace themselves when it came to the longer runs. They were only 6 but they had the energy of firecrackers, at least for the first ten minutes of the run.

He quickly caught up and his kids were both panting and insulting each other.

“I beat you!” Remi put his hands on his hips.

“No way! I touched the tree years before you did!” Ryohei was close to punching the identical copy of himself.

Suna just rubbed his hands on their heads. Turning them around so they could make their way home. On the way back, they stopped at the bookstore so Suna could buy some of the books he remember Y/N had mentioned a few weeks ago. Ryohei was the bookworm out of the two, so he asked for a new book as well. Remi just poked around until he found the video game section and asked if he could get a new game. Suna was weak to resist.

They were dragging their feet and complaining. Suna could feel his eye twitching slightly, before he remembered what was planned for dinner.

“I think mommy’s got udon waiting for us at home.” That put the right amount of pep in their step to get them running again.

Ryohei and Remi were kicking each other under the kotatsu table until Suna pulled them up so they were standing and told them to go get sleep clothes on. Letting Suna kick Y/N instead.

“Stop it.” Suna nudged his knee against her’s. “I mean it, I’ll make you sleep in their room instead of ours.”

Suna shrugged.

“Did you run today?” Suna ate another bite of his food.

“No, I was too busy dealing with your ragamuffins until you got back from practice.” She rested her head on the table, finally enjoying a moment of peace and silence.

“I know just the right workout to make up for missing a run.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“Easy there, I can see where our kids get their energy from. Because we both know it’s not me.”

She raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know about that, there’s a few times where you really let loose and went stir crazy. I recall multiple times when I was in college, oh and that time in high school when you chewed out a gay man because you believed Atsumu’s lies.”

Suna scoffed, asking her to let that one go, because Ito just had to tell that story at their wedding reception and his mom still called him about it for a good laugh.

When Suna and Y/N heard a crash in the upstairs bathroom, where their kids were supposed to be brushing their teeth, and then complete silence. They looked at each other and just laughed.

Maybe a run club of four was just a little bit better than a run club of just two.

[flyingwargle]

suna is in a good mood.

"look at you, beaming like the sun has finally shone in your favor," komori drawls, nudging him in the locker room. "did one of your shitposts finally become viral on twitter?"

"that happened already," washio reminds him from across the bench. "remember that edit he made with miya?"

"you can have more than one shitpost go viral. well?" komori prompts.

suna pulls his t-shirt off for another. "it's nothing. looking forward to going home, that's all."

"i would too, if it weren't for the giant pile of bills that i ignored over the last month. what, is something special happening?"

"no."

"so elusive. come on, tell me!"

"if you look at the calendar," washio says, "i think you'll know."

"why do you also..." komori trails off as he does what he's told, breaking into a grin and giving suna another nudge. "you're so whipped, lover boy."

he shrugs him off, throwing his shorts into his gym bag and pulling on his jeans. with a last survey of his locker and bench, he zips his gym bag and swings it over his shoulder. "i'll see you guys next week."

"looking forward to the onigiri!" komori calls out after him. suna rolls his eyes, but he doesn't suppress his smile.

once a month for a week, osamu travels from hyogo to shizuoka to spend time with him, taking a break from the chaotic day-to-day restaurant work to experiment with new recipes, do administrative work, and generally unwind. although practice takes up most of suna's time, they relish in whatever domesticity they can afford, even if it's small moments like these once a month.

his apartment is half an hour away by train without any transfers, the building itself only a block away from the station. he texts osamu the entire time, who should be at home, unless he went out to buy groceries. another perk of his location is that it’s close to the supermarket, which makes grocery runs or preparing for board game night at his place convenient.

suna gets off at his stop and makes the short walk home. osamu still hasn't replied to him – is he that engrossed in whatever he's doing to not check his phone? oh, well, it'll be interesting to see what he's up to. suna enters his building, takes the elevator up, and unlocks the front door. "i'm back."

silence. not even the kitchen fan is whirring, which is a constant whenever osamu visits. with a raised eyebrow, he kicks his shoes off, treads down the hallway. "'samu?"

a pot simmers on the stove at low heat. the counters are filled with various bowls and pans, stained but otherwise empty. osamu is at the dining table, uncovered bowl of sushi rice left out, smaller dishes of fillings surrounding him. his head is lowered over the surface, cap pulled low. suna reaches over to lift it, realizes that he's asleep.

he has his phone out in an instant. he snaps a few pictures, smiling at his boyfriend's peaceful expression, the faintest snores rumbling at the back of his throat, his chest rising and falling in a languid rhythm. suna clears the rest of the table, moves a chair to sit beside him, and rests his head to face him.

it’s reminiscent of high school. osamu would nap after eating lunch, and suna would sit beside him, shake him awake when class resumes. once, though, he mirrored him, admired the way his eyes were curved, lips slightly parted, hair falling lightly over his eyes. he had brushed it away, noticed his natural dark hair color beneath the dyed gray, the messy bangs that sweep toward the right to distinguish him from his twin.

now, years later, his hair has returned to his natural color. there are darker shadows beneath his eyes, bangs still messy. suna reaches forward to brush them away. in the past, his touch never lingered; now, his fingers remain threaded through his hair, giving him a full view of his boyfriend’s face. affection floods him, and he leans forward to plant a kiss on his forehead. as he pulls away, osamu begins to stir, and a bleary eye opens at him. “rin?” he slurs.

“hey. didn’t mean to wake ya.”

osamu opens the other eye, slowly moving upright, wincing as he stretches his arms over his head. he looks around, blinks at the pot on the stove, the dishes left over the counters, then at him. “how long was i out for?”

“you were already asleep by the time i came home.”

“oh.” he blinks, realization sinking in a moment later. “oh.”

“you said that already.”

“welcome home.”

suna blinks, caught by surprise. he smiles. “thanks. happy to be home.”

they stand and survey the kitchen. “i was workin’ on a stew for dinner and new fillings for onigiri,” osamu says, gesturing at the dirty dishes, “but i guess i fell asleep while waitin’. hope it’s still salvageable.”

“you can save any food disaster.” suna takes his jacket off and heads for the sink. “i’ll clean, and you do whatever you were doing?”

“what did i do to bag a man who washes dishes?”

“you make me dinner.”

osamu chuckles. “ain’t that the fairest trade ya ever heard of?”

the stew is, fortunately, salvageable, and the dishes are washed and stacked on the dish rack. they sit across from each other, chatting about their days, then make onigiri to eat later. curled on the couch, they watch cooking videos for recipes that osamu wants to try to make. the night ends with a late snack, sleep descending on them in their shared bed, limbs tangled together, blanket thrown over their heads.

it’s a simple life, but it’s a life that suna is more than happy to have.

[obamousse]

New Fanfic

Name: Love Beneath The Stardom Lights

Rating: General Audience

Multi-chaptered - Chapter 1

Word count: 3,258 words

Characters: Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Suna Rintarou's sister, Suna Rintarou's father, Suna Rintarou's family

Relationships: Suna Rintarou x Miya Osamu

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Fluff and Angst, Eventual Happy Ending

Summary

Suna Rintarou - rising star in Japanese acting grounds - had provoked fervor amongst news anchors and the excitable public for three mysteries.

1. Why doesn't he date? 2. Why doesn't he live in lavish suburban neighborhoods with other big names, fully knowing he could afford to? 3. Why is he so quiet about his past?

In which Suna Rintarou - the greatest movie star of 1980's Japan - had reached the pinnacle of stardom budding idols could only dream of, yet all glory and fame were to crumble with one photo, one phone call, and one lover.

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58121665

Tags:

@mniqqss

@babeitsseptemberalready

@quysiooo

@tumblinglikeduckling

[snosrachdotetc]

im so soft for them fr!!!! pov: suna decides to surprise bake osamu a cake, but osamu comes home early and realizes his boyfriend's plan, he comes over to help roll his sleeves because he clearly is struggling baking this cake — but tis made with ///love///

[inarizakismanagers]

A/N: hey guys sorry for not posting in like forever, I do plan on writing more for this fic but releases will be slow. I may start writing some smaller drabbles and one shots more often, so feel free to message me for requests or leave them in the ask me section :))

Chapter 5

You woke with a pounding headache from the previous day's sex and alcohol induced coma, all of your decisions from the night before had hit you like a truck and now you had to mend the destruction they left in their wake.

The argument with your boyfriend, Yuji, would be particularly unpleasant to deal with however you knew the longer you left it the angrier he would become. His pride and ego had been hurt last night and he had been embarrassed in front of other people, a feeling of dread begins to pool in your stomach at the thought of his reaction. You had had first hand experience with your boyfriend's wrath all too often and it was not something you were looking forward to having to face.

You sat there contemplating your options, on the one hand you could get up and leave the stranger's apartment - Suna’s apartment to go deal with Yuji or you could avoid him today altogether. 

The thought of leaving him, breaking up with him had occurred to you many times but never as much as right now. There was no way you were going to go back to him in that relationship but at the same time the thought of attempting to break up with Yuji instilled terror in you. You couldn’t imagine how he would react or what he would do to you if you tried to break it off with him.

You settled on avoiding thinking about the subject, for now at least,you shifted your weight on the plush mattress turning to face Suna. You thought about the night you had spent with him, your cheeks dusting in pink feeling suddenly slightly self conscious at the thought.

Right now you were staring at dilemma number two, you didn't know what to do in this situation. You had gone home with Suna that night but you had no idea if you should’ve left already, you hadn't had many one night stands and the ones you did have the guy ended up leaving before you had woken up in the morning.

Not wanting to overstay your welcome and suddenly feeling in desperate need of a warm shower and change of clothes, you began to move to sit up and grab your clothes from the floor.

“Where are you going?” you heard a sleepy voice ask, you turned to face Suna heat rushing to your cheeks as you took in his form, his hair was a slightly tousled brown mop on his head, half lidded deep brown eyes watching you take him in. Your eyes dropped lower to his perfectly toned body and snake tattoo, for the love of mercy it was enough to make you wanna bash your head against a wall, why was he so freaking fine.

“You like what you see, darling” at that you snap your head back lowering it slightly in embarrassment, of course he caught you eye fucking him. “I’m going home, I need to shower and I have a lot of work to get done” you reply to his earlier question continuing to grab your stuff from the floor where it had been haphazardly thrown the night before. “Just shower here and let me make you some food, you haven’t eaten since yesterday it's nearly 4pm” he says checking his watch his tone is firm leaving no room for argument.

You’re slightly taken aback by his concern, but nod your head all the same when he raises an eyebrow in question challenging you to refuse.

“What would you like to eat?”

It was strange for Suna to wake up this morning, arms wrapped around your still sleeping, naked form. He wasn’t complaining though, he had only been able to fantasise for so long about having you in his bed, arms around you, kissing your lips. Now he’s got you where he’s only been able to dream of having you and he doesn’t make a single move to wake you. Too scared that when you wake up he’ll lose this perfect moment. Eventually, he feels you stir and closes his eyes, maybe if he pretends to sleep you’ll lull off too. You turn to face him, he feels your breath fan out on him and it takes everything in him to not wrap and arm around your hips another around the back of your head and kiss you.

Much to his horror you begin to get up and get dressed, why are you leaving? He thought the two of you had had a good night, he wanted to make you something to eat in hopes he could ask you on a date, a proper date because you deserved to be taken out and courted properly.

The other night he had been over excited at the thought of having you in his bed that he had abandoned his plan of asking you out on a date first. But he would do it right from now on, not just take you home after a night out.

He had convinced you to stay and shower and have food, he offered you a t-shirt, a pair of boxers and some joggers of his to wear as the only clothes you had to go home in was the skimpy dress you wore clubbing and torn up knickers. Of course when you put them on he saw that you were swimming in them, the clothes clearly being a couple sizes too big for you, nonetheless he felt a pang in his chest at the sight of you in his clothes. Something about seeing you in them just felt right to him.

He had made sure to cook whilst you had been showering, making two bowls of spicy beef ramen, setting the table. Normally, he’d have a maid prepare all of this but he felt a sense of contentment in being the one to take care of you.

Feelings like those were scarce in his line of work, so when they came you had to grab a hold of them and protect them at all cost. He thought more about how you would react when you found out what exactly it was that he did, as far as you were concerned he owned a nightclub that's it. Maybe that's all you needed to know at least for now, he was scared that you’d run if he told you, you were sweet and so pure with an easy going air that put people at ease. He, on the other hand, radiated an unapproachable, harsh demeanour that had people averting their gaze in fear when he looked at them.

The more he thought about it the more ridiculous he felt for thinking that you would want to be with him, however, he was nothing if not persistent and he had already decided you would be his even if he had to wait for you to realise it too.

[hanaonesflower]

Emmy you’re the queen of fluff and I bow down to you

“How come you get to ride in the cart?” He says, a pout in his voice but a smirk curling at his lips. Your hip cocks up as your arms cross over your chest, more than willing to duke this out with him in the entrance of the store.

“Uh, because I’m adorable?” Your words only make his grin spread even more, he knows he’s supposed to make an argument against that but he can’t bring himself to; it’s true, you’re perfect in every trace of the word.

But who was he to go down without a fight?

“But baaaaabe,” he whines further, folding his torso into the cart. “I’m so sore from practice and ‘Samu hit me with the ball and I’ve been walking funny since, and I just want my perfect, stunning, and oh, so smart-“

“Oh my god, fine, just get in the cart!” You snort, the giggles bubbling from your lips. He merely grins victoriously before scrambling himself up and into the cart, other shoppers watching in annoyance and amusement as you watch his knees fold up to his chest.

“Comfy?” You snort, to which he nods over enthusiastically. You roll your eyes before folding yourself over the front of the cart to plant a kiss on his head.

“What do you even need, anyways?” He hums, his head turning back and forth in the superstore, sharp eyes glazing over the shelves. You lean on the handles of the cart, looking around and making a beeline straight to the snacks, giving him a dramatic sigh as you do so.

“Well,” you hum. “I know you wanted m&m’s and popcorn, but I also wanted to grab a few bags of Doritos and since the fuckface I decided to let spoon me at night ate the last of my cookies,” your eyes glare dead at him, only to be met with a wide, toothy grin. “I need to buy more.”

“The guy who spoons you at night sounds hot.”

“The guy who spoons me at night sounds like I’m going to smother him with a pillow.” With that, you two make your way to the snack aisle, your eyes glazing over the contents of the shelves hungrily. “You want any drinks or anything?”

“Nah, I’ll just take whatever you buy.”

You glare at him, “that’s kinda the reason we’re in here in the first place, you clown.”

He snorts at the nickname before hooking his chin over the side of the cart, his sharp eyes flicking over the colored bottles and cans. “Toss me a grape soda.”

“Grape?”

“Yeah.”

“Mid,” you scoff, grabbing him a can to put in the cart. He blinks unamused at you, but ultimately keeps his mouth shut while you make your choice.

“Oh, but my choice is mid,” he teases as you plop a can of lemon lime in his lap.

“This flavor has been worshipped all over the world- you just like the taste of cough medicine or something.”

“My mom only buys the bubblegum flavored cough medicine.”

“Feral.”

The little back and forth you share passes the time as you turn the cart to the chips and Candy, and without sparing a second, you grab the Doritos and toss them carelessly into the cart, smirking as you hear them crunch against his head and body.

“You know, I may annoy you, but I am still in the cart,” he says, shielding himself from another bag of chips that you swat in the cart. When he turns his head up to glare at you, he sees the goofy smile spread over your cheeks, and he’ll happily get beat up by your snacks if it meant he could see it forever.

It’s simple. It’s comfortable, annoying each other throughout the aisles and laughing when the other makes a stupid jab, but Rintaro knows that this is all he’s worked up for. A domesticity that had to be crafted carefully, and he’s honored that you decided to map it with your love.

It’s nothing all like he’d expected love to be like- and now, it’s love he’d never change for anything.

“Get your cookies and lets get the hell out of here.”

“Why? Afraid we’ll miss another episode that we’ve seen forty-eight thousand times?” You jeer, steering the cart to the back wall, where all the cookies are tucked away. He decides to say nothing, merely letting your own joke make you chuckle.

He says you're easy to sedate like that. Really, he does it because the way you get the last word makes you happy.

He watches your lips pull back into an almost relieved smile, grabbing the box of cookies and nodding happily, all before turning back to him in the cart.

“Now be careful,” you warn, clutching the sweet to your chest protectively. “Suna, I’m trusting you with the most precious cargo in the cart. Do not blow it.”

“God, no need to bring out the government name, just give me the damned cookies,” he scoffs, making grabby hands and rolling his eyes when you hesitate. “And for the record, I’m the most precious cargo in the cart. Don’t even start with me.”

“You’re like. Fifth, on the tier list.”

“I’m going to fart on your pillow. Give me the cookies.”

You do, with another small smirk. "You want anything else, baby?" You ask, though you proceed to the checkout.

"Nah, I think I'm good, booger."

You hum and steer him to the self checkout, letting you bag the snacks while he passes them to you, citing you both as the "dream team"- which briefly collapses when you refuse to take his card to pay for everything and chuckling as he scrambles for the wallet tucked in his back pocket.

"You're annoying," he grumbles at your lack of acceptance for his chivalry.

"And you're squishing my snacks- you trying to sleep on the couch?"

Regardless, you push him out of the store and into the night air, and even if he'd rather chew on glass than admit it, the way your face relaxes at the feeling of fresh air makes him melt, and he smiles dopily until you jerk the cart.

"Okay. Get out."

"Huh?"

For a moment, just a moment, it's possible that Suna Rintaro forgot he's in the cart.

"Get out. I'm not wheeling you home, babe."

He sends you a playful glare before using massive hands to grip the side of the cart for leverage. He tries to push back, but his legs can't extend much farther out.

At this point, you're just watching, one brow cocked in amusement and tongue licking the corner of your mouth victoriously. If you didn't look so hot, Rintaro would be furious.

“Babe?”

“What's up, player?"

There’s a silence between you both. You're the absolute worst in this situation by barely even acknowledging his struggle. his lanky frame, still in the wired shopping cart, looks so cramped, and maybe, just maybe, if one of the Gods loved him, they would smite him down from the face of the earth right now.

You smirk, “problems?"

"I'm gonna cheat on you with Kita-San."

"Like he'll he's gonna want you when you're stuck in a cart you begged to be in."

He gnaws at his lip in focus, trying to will his knees to unbuckle from their position and out of the cart.

But they refuse.

He whimpers in his throat while you point and finally cackle at him, loudly, rudely, being absolutely no help in this scenario, and he finally hides his face in his bent knees in embarrassment.

“I’m stuck in the cart.”

[thechloediary]

atsusuna — “non-traditional love” 🩵

• rated g | wc: 5,4k

• relationship study, fluff

• reminiscing, memories

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53778631

[alienaiver]

wrote a new suna piece !!!

[sun4r1nnity]

suna rintarou x reader drabble

suna has never been this lucky.

what deity has blessed him to have this opportunity? the life he has with you right now, are what he's cherishing. seriously, what did he do to deserve you?

he gets to see that pretty smile of yours everyday, hears your voice that he swears makes him melts, and enjoying every domestic moment together with you, even when one time you accidentally burn a hole in his shirt because the iron was too hot—then later that day he went and bought a steam iron instead.

he smiles when you whine to him how your skincare is running out, and the next day you are shocked to see a whole new set of it on your vanity. you showed him the buldak ramen recipe on your reels, and then when you're unloading the groceries suna had brought home, surprised to see the stuff thats not on your list as you hold two big packet of carbonara ramen in your hand. you told him that you wanted to try the ribbon croissant that's been trending in the city, so he got them for you to try despite having to wait a long queue for it.

its what the least he could do for you. he loves to see you happy. he loves to take cares of you because it makes you happy. and happiness makes you prettier than ever. no wonder you have gotten so prettier everytime he lands his eyes on you, because his love for you is what has been shaping who you are today.

[heartmaddie]

haikyuu boys who imagine their future with you while you sleep. involves : children, marriage, pre+post time skip, implied fem!reader but can be read gn <3

haikyuu! boys who cradle you in their arms as you sleep, running their fingers down your back as they remind themselves to be gentle, not wanting to squeeze too hard and risk waking you up. haikyuu! boys who always smile when they see you in the stands, happily supporting and cheering for them and their team. it's comforting knowing that you'll be celebrating their win or gently holding them when they lose. haikyuu! boys who daydream about their future career in volleyball, playing for professional teams internationally, maybe even going to the olympics. haikyuu! boys who imagine you sitting in the friends and family section, their colours as ribbons in your hair, proudly wearing their jersey as you cheer obnoxiously loud. haikyuu! boys who imagine leaning over the barricades, gently pressing their chapped lips against your soft ones when they win, "did i do good baby?" they would whisper in your ear, pressing kisses against your cheek, and you'd giggle, "mhm, i'm very proud" they'd smile into your cheek, letting the camera's flash regardless of the intimate moment. haikyuu! boys who would gently cradle their little baby every day before work, pressing soft kisses against the child's smooth head, letting them soak in the last few minutes of domesticity before hours of harsh training.

haikyuu! boys who, when stressed, would run his fingers over the white gold band which hung from his neck, tracing every familiar engraving with his thumb, and in those moments he'd find the momentum of the court again. haikyuu! boys who shamelessly mention you and your child in every single interview, ever. "how was the training for this game, did you find it overbearing?" the reporter would ask, you were somewhere, talking to another player as he cradled his now toddler in his arms, "oh well, it's always stressful" he nods, "but my girls make it a bit more bearable" he'd finish with a cheeky grin. haikyuu! boys who can't imagine celebrating any of their wins, big or small, without every night ending with you and your child in his warm arms. ♡ SHOYO HINATA , ushijima wakatoshi , OIKAWA TOORU , kiyoomi sakusa , ATSUMU MIYA , RINTAROU SUNA , KOTAROU BOKUTO + ur fav!

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[flyingwargle]

july fanfic recommendations!

i read an obscene amount of fanfic last month with some that i must share with others, hence this post. i still over >100 fics to read so maybe this will be a monthly series? we'll see.

some fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

rotten work & other things worth doing t. 3k. atsumu and sakusa clean atsumu's bathroom together. that's it, that's the fic. lots of hurt/comfort and love and affection <3

The Sakusa Complaint Jar t. 3.6k. hilarious take on the swear jar, especially as atsumu learns he's more down bad for sakusa than he thought.

Appease and Assuage t. 5.1k. sakusa has a bad day and atsumu is there for him. very soft and raw with sakusa feeling off-kilter, and atsumu knows exactly how to help him.

come, morning light g. 5.2k. sakusa gets sick and tries to push atsumu away but eventually lets him in. very soft and domestic.

Here Is Your Verse m. 15.52. 2/2. atsumu ends his fwb relationship with sakusa because he caught feelings. they end up reconciling in the end.

when you hear hoofbeats t. 42.4k. 14/14. university au slowburn where sakusa has eds and he gets into a relationship with atsumu. be aware of the chapter warnings because it gets heavy but has a happy ending!

Stockholm Syndrome Isn't Real e. 50.2k 8/8. side sunaosa(komo). au where atsumu is a pro athlete but osamu is secretly a hacker and atsumu is kidnapped in his place. love the action, tension, and everything about this.

sunaosa

slip of the pen t. 6k. suna channels all his pining into award-winning books and osamu has never read any of them. the pining is top-tier in this.

moonsick m. 7.8k. fwb to lovers in suna's pov. is it really a sunaosa fic without one of them being emotionally constipated?

in the mood for love m. 8.3k. friends to exes to friends to lovers pipeline. i love the prose and osamu's thoughtful narration.

Litany in Which Certain Words Are Said t. 10.9k. 5 times osamu says "i love you" and 1 time suna says it back. oohh the yearning in this is top-tier!

a type of hunger m. 9.1k. i love the exploration of suna's hunger in this as an athlete and feeling like he's falling behind. good thing osamu is there for him <3

An Inconvenient Espionage e. 26.6k. 5/5. side sakuatsu. spy au, assholes to lovers. good action, good spy work, good tension 👀

somewhere to lay the flowers t. 25.6k. i've read a healthy amount of bastigod's works and trans suna has me in a chokehold. i also love magical realism and the mythology in this was woven wonderfully. suna's daughter is also a delight!

iwaoi

stumble into the sun e. 3.6k words of iwaizumi discovering that oikawa has a praise kink. it's also very soft and lovely.

Press '1' to Get a Call From Your Drunk Best Friend t. 5.4k. a drunk iwaizumi spills about his love and appreciation for oikawa. it's hilarious and fluffy and one of my favorites <3

HIPS DON'T LIE e. 8.1k. iwaizumi overhears girls talk about how good oikawa is in bed and is given a live demonstration from the man, himself.

i wanna ruin our friendship t. 18/18. oikawa comes to terms that he's in love with his best friend. features heavy themes, read the chapter warnings before proceeding. there's a happy ending!

bokuaka

Tell Me, Eurydice (How Could I Not?) t. 6.3k. lovely prose from akaashi's perspective about bokuto becoming captain and the idea of akaashi being his vice captain.

hoot if you've heard this one before t. 5.2k. bokuto and akaashi lose contact and find each other in university at a cafe that akaashi owns. lovely reconciliation fic and relationship recovery.

papers (the special, laminated ones) t. 5.3k. bokuto's parents have a tradition of laminating all his special papers and he isn't allowed to get them until "he's ready." i loved how sweet and fluffy this was, especially with his relationship with akaashi <3

Spaces aren’t Voids 7.2k. bokuto had every intention to propose until he lost the ring. a very fun and fluffy fic of a marriage proposal that doesn't quite go through but things go well in the end.

To Have and to Rail e. 12.4k. this is more humor than smut about akaashi's scientific exploration to match bokuto's stamina in bed. it doesn't go as well as he hopes (of course. good luck, akaashi)

onigiri miya: brand ambassadors (applications closed) g. 4k. bokuto is kinda slightly jealous of how close akaashi is to osamu because he's obsessed with onigiri miya. hinata feels the same way with kageyama. so what do they do? become brand ambassadors for osamu. absolutely hilarious and fluffy!

Kiss Me (Like You Wanna Be Loved) e. 56.6k. 27/27. oh the pipeline of strangers to roommates to fwb to lovers, i love it so. equal parts hurt/comfort, fluff, with the perfect amount of nsfw.

kagehina

soft serve t. 9.6k. hinata and kageyama drive an ice cream truck to fundraise money for karasuno's volleyball club. that's it, that's the fic.

Meme of the Day g. 4k. kageyama accidentally turns hinata into a meme. very fluffy and cute!

miscellaneous

yachi hitoka stop being so relatable challenge t. 4.1k. i loved this exploration of yachi being known and getting closer with the karasuno boys. she's such a precious cinnamon roll <3

north is everywhere. t. 12.1k. an exploration of kiyoko's development through high school, from being a manager out of obligation to continuing out of choice. also ace rep!

summer rolling down a cheek gen. 13.2k. a beautiful character study of kenma after the spring tournament as he thinks about the future and what comes next. beautiful prose and introspection.

[suyaaachin]

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

when he's your rival

ft. kei tsukishima, tooru oikawa, tetsurou kuroo, atsumu miya

irrevocable words

ft. osamu miya, tetsurou kuroo, keiji akaashi, kei tsukishima

defending s/o from jealous girls

ft. tetsurou kuroo, tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima

protecting their crush on a subway

ft. keiji akaashi, wakatoshi ushijima, kei tsukishima

getting stuck in the locker room

ft. hajime iwaizumi, kei tsukishima, tetsurou kuroo, keiji akaashi

insecure s/o reacting to a confession part 2

ft. kotaro bokuto, tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima

part 2; ft. hajime iwaizumi, satori tendou, issei matsukawa

accidental ambush

ft. kotaro bokuto, tooru oikawa, wakatoshi ushijima, tetsurou kuroo

the morning after

ft. tobio kageyama, osamu miya, hajime iwaizumi, satori tendou

comforting their s/o after a major surgery

ft. shinsuke kita, rintaro suna, osamu miya, atsumi miya

asking them to pose for your drawing

ft. tetsurou kuroo, keiji akaashi, satori tendou

turn and keep going

ft. tetsurou kuroo, hajime iwaizumi, keiji akaashi

spell it out for me

ft. kei tsukishima, yaku morisuke, tooru oikawa

first time holding hands

ft. koushi sugawara, hajime iwaizumi, tadashi yamaguchi, keiji akaashi

s/o who cries a lot

ft. keiji akaashi, kei tsukishima, koushi sugawara

calling them by their full name

ft. daichi sawamura, hajime iwaizumi, keiji akaashi, morisuke yaku

too hot to cuddle

ft. atsumu miya, osamu miya, tetsurou kuroo, kenma kozuma, tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, kiyoomi sakusa

back cracking

ft. atsumu miya, kei tsukishima, hajime iwaizumi, tetsurou kuroo, rintarou suna, shinsuke kita, shoyo hinata, tooru oikawa, keishin ukai

is your girlfriend single?

ft. atsumu miya, rintaro suna, kotaro bokuto

only love can hurt like this

ft. tetsurou kuroo, kotaro bokuto, tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi

how they comfort you

ft. hajime iwaizumi, kotaro bokuto, kiyoomi sakusa

switch and bending machine

ft. kei tsukishima, kenma kozume, rintaro suna, tobio kageyama, eita semi, tetsurou kuroo, lev haiba, hajime iwaizumi, keiji akaashi

"oh no, you've got it all wrong. she does bite." part 2

ft. inarizaki, shiratorizawa

part 2; ft. karasuno, nekoma

domesticity with them

ft. hajime iwaizumi, tetsurou kuroo, keiji akaashi, aran ojiro, wakatoshi ushijima

s/o having a panic attack at night

ft. yu nishinoya, kei tsukishima, tetsurou kuroo

falling asleep on him part 2 part 3 part 4

ft. kei tsukishima, keiji akaashi, hajime iwaizumi

part 2; ft. kenma kozume, tetsurou kuroo

part 3; ft. tooru oikawa, atsumu miya

part 4; ft. tadashi yamaguchi, wakatoshi ushijima, osamu miya

accidentally hitting them in the balls part 2

ft. kotaro bokuto, tooru oikawa

part 2; ft. shoyo hinata, tetsurou kuroo

best friends

ft. shoyo hinata, satori tendou, kotaro bokuto and keiji akaashi

shutting you up (lovingly) part 2

ft. tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, atsumu miya

part 2; ft. issei matsukawa, keiji akaashi, kotaro bokuto, rintaro suna

[bokutizer]

dada's so pwetty!

Includes : Sakusa, Oikawa, Suna Summary : Just a few daughters being enchanted by their dadas' looks Tags : fem!reader, fluff, domestic bliss pt. 2

You don't know what it is about SAKUSA, but you're sure he must be able to use some kind of sorcery. Because while you usually spend hours of playing volleyball with your daughter in your garden in hopes of tiring her out, reading to her, preparing a glass of warm milk for her before bed- While you do all of that to get your little mouse to sleep, all Sakusa has to do is lie down with her. That's it. Not a single effort needed. You would have kept on hanging onto your sorcery theory if one day you had not been silently standing outside of your daughter's room, the door slightly ajar and allowing you to view her and your husband lying together in her bed.

Sakusa is quiet as he lets her play with the dark curls on his head, his arm loosely wrapped around her back and keeping her close to him. He watches the way the ends of his hair wrap around her chubby fingers, the sight of it probably having an entrancing effect on her by the way her eyes slowly start getting droopier. It's usually like this. And it only takes a few minutes until her hand falls limply beside her head, and soft quiet snores start leaving her mouth. This time, however, Sakusa's able to hear her mutter something under her breath before her eyes fall shut. "Dada's so pretty." It's thanks to the complete silence in the room that he's able to hear it. And as always, Sakusa carefully gets up from the bed, tucking the blanket to her chin, and placing a soft peck against her forehead. Though, he doesn't realise that this time his lips linger there a little longer than usual. No sorcery then. Just love.

Shrieks and giggles resonate through the house as OIKAWA chases after the barely three feet short creature with a Yoda mask. You smile and shake your head absentmindedly at the tramping noises they make while speeding from the upper floor down the stairs, and into the kitchen where you're currently making dinner. You hear your daughter calling out to you for help, and you immediately lower the temperature of the stove before you feel her wrap her arms around your leg, trying to hide behind you. Both, Oikawa and you, smile knowingly at each other before he approaches you and wraps an arm around your waist.

"I see one pretty girl, but I could be swearing we had two of those in this house." Five years and one child later, and he's still the same smooth-talker, you think. But his talking does its work, as per usual, when you feel the grip on your leg loosen. "I'm here!" your daughter yells and slips her mask over her head, letting it fall to the ground. She laughs at Oikawa's faux and dramatic astonishment as he swiftly picks her up and holds her up against his chest, tenderly brushing his nose against hers. Small hands grab ahold of his face, his cheeks cradled in her soft palms when she speaks with an endearingly serious expression. "But dada's also pwetty, right mama?" She turns around and looks at you as if waiting for you to approve her statement. And of course you do, especially once you notice some moisture gathering in Oikawa's joyfully sparkling eyes as you lean over to press one peck on a chubby cheek and the other on one that somehow looks rosier than usual. "Yeah, he is."

SUNA always wonders how they do it. These menaces. These bad influences. These hooligans- The Miya twins. He will never understand why their annoyingly stupid antics are so hilarious to his daughter. So hilarious that she even once claimed wanting to marry one of them when she gets older. (At least she was referring to 'Samu, he thinks.) But as he watches Atsumu hold his daughter's fox plushy that Kita had once gifted her for her third birthday, moving it back and forth while talking in that high pitched voice, he has to admit that the twins can be quite an attraction. His daughter obviously thinks the same as she attentively listens to what Mr. Foxy (the toy - or rather Atsumu?) has to tell her.

Yes, the Miya twins are all fun and games. But there is only so much of excitement and action that a four year old's body can take. And once the exhaustion sets in, triggering her cranky and moody side, the only one she wants to be with are either her mommy or daddy. Luckily, the onigri shop has quietened down, only a few customers left that are finishing their meals. "C'mere." Suna says softly when he notices his daughter's eyes glaze over with sleepiness and she starts rubbing them. He's quick to cradle her against his chest, completely dwarfing her, as his hands rub small circles along her back when she leans her head against his shoulder. "We're leaving soon, then we'll go sleep. That' sound good?" He feels her cheek brush against his shirt as she quietly nods, but before her daddy's light strokes along her back and hair lull her to sleep, she catches uncle 'Tsumu say something to uncle 'Samu while holding her plushy up. "Check this. Mr Foxy looks just like Sunarin." Hearing their snickers, Suna swears he's about to give them a child-friendly comeback until a frail, whispering voice catches him off-guard. "Nuh-uh. Dada's prettier than Mr. Foxy." He's just glad the twins didn't catch it, otherwise he wouldn't hear the end of it.

[emmyrosee]

OKAY so i just read your recent dad!suna and i came with this vid right after and i can't help but think about how toddler akito goes mad complaining to suna about reader forgetting to kiss their cute son before going to work 😭

BUT DON'T WRITE IT PLEASE DON'T NO I'LL GNAW YOUR SKIN AND EAT YOUR FLESH

I CANT TELL IF THIS IS A THREAT BUT COME AT ME BC I MUST WRITE IT🤺🤺🤺

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There’s a small stomp of a foot behind Rintaro, and for a moment, he pauses his breakfast making, waiting for it to happen again.

And when it does, he chuckles and drops his shoulders, putting down the fruit he was slicing and turning to face the culprit. Akito stands behind him, with his arms crossed over his pajama clad torso, a small grimace painting his small face, and gosh, he looks so much like you when he’s mad, Rintaro can’t help but smirk.

“Something bothering you, sport?” He asks his tiny son, who huffs softly.

“No kiss, dadda,” he grumbles. “Mumma no kiss me. Mean mumma.”

Rintaro pauses, then thinks back to this morning. You’d left earlier than usual, sure, leaving Rintaro to the domestics for the morning, but there’s no doubt in his mind that you had in fact kissed the small boy goodbye, he was just asleep.

“Aw, bud,” he finally says, crouching down to meet his son’s height. He smiles softly, “mumma had to leave early today, she didn’t want to wake you up. I promise you, she gave you a kiss before she left, okay?”

“Liar,” Akito pouts.

Rintaro reels back at his son’s words, only to compose himself and sigh, “I wouldn’t lie to you about that. Besides,” Rintaro smirks, “there’s lipstick on your forehead.”

Akito tilts his head in confusion, so Rintaro turns off the stove and scoops his son into his arms, carrying him to the bathroom to show him that his mother had in fact left evidence of her affection on him.

“See, dude,” he says, jostling his son, gesturing toward the pretty pink stain on his forehead with his pinky. “Mumma always gives you kisses. She always will. I promise.”

“Why you no have kissy mark?” Akito asks, green eyes looking intently over his fathers face. “Mumma no kiss you?”

Rintaro chuckles, “mumma gave me a kiss on the lips today. Like you see us do every morning before I leave, yeah?”

This, has the cogs in Akito’s head turning. He plays with his fingers in thought before grimacing back up at his father, “want kiss on da lips.”

“I can kiss you, if you want a kiss-“

“Not from you,” he says, and Rintaro tries to not feel offended. “From mumma.”

Rintaro drops his head in defeat, not knowing quite how to quell his son’s annoyance, even if the situation is amusing to him.

Guess you’ll just have to give them both a ton of kisses before work now.

He smirks at the idea: oh well.

[fangdokja]

Fandoms & Characters I write for (OC + Fanfic)

The request and asks rules are applicable to two books ONLY:

"World Ablaze: For You, I Would Burn the World." - for fanfiction yanderes

“A Heart Devoured: A Dark Yandere Anthology” - for original yanderes

This list is still subject to future change, but for now, these are all the characters.

Note: Only CHARACTER NAMES colored RED are available to request for NSFW (especially if it's explicit sex) content.

Suggestive content may still appear with other characters, but explicit sex will not be permitted.

ALWAYS make sure to read the Request Rules and Regulations. Failure to abide will have your request ignored and deleted.

Characters Available:

Ace Attorney

Barok van Zieks

Herlock Sholmes

Miles Edgeworth

Phoenix Wright

Blue Lock

Jinpachi Ego

Michael Kaiser

Rin Itoshi

Sae Itoshi

Shidou Ryusei

Yoichi Isagi

Boku no Hero Academia

Note: I don't actually like BNHA, but the classic hero setting, and of course, character designs are legit. I can practice writing anyway as well.

Dabi / Toya Todoroki

Hawks (Keigo Takami)

Katsuki Bakugo (only aggressive Bakugo)

Villain! Midoriya Izuku (Deku) (villain only)

Shouto Todoroki

Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku

Hiroki Dan

Death Note

Light Yagami

L Lawliet

Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba)

Doma

Giyu Tomioka

Kyojuro Rengoku

Muzan Kibutsuji

Rui

Sabito

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Tanjiro Kamado

Tengen Uzui (not polyamorous)

Yoriichi Tsugikuni

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Dishonored Series

Anton Sokolov

Daud

Kirin Jindosh

The Outsider

Genshin Impact

Note: I stopped playing Genshin before most of Fontaine. Story was decent in Sumeru then went back to being cliche. Stayed for the gameplay then got bored. So I rely on research to write. And I only use this for practice writing anyway.

Alhaitham

Ayato Kamisato

Childe / Tartaglia

Cyno

Dainsleif

Diluc Ragnvindr

Itto (Arataki Itto)

Kaeya Alberich

Kazuha Kaedehara

Pantalone (Regrator)

Scaramouche / Wanderer / Kunikuzushi

Venti

Xiao

Zhongli / Rex Lapis / Morax

Haikyuu!!

Akira Kunimi

Atsumu Miya

Daichi Sawamura

Eita Semi

Futakuchi Kenji

Goshiki Tsutomu

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kei Tsukishima

Keishin Ukai

Kenma Kozume

Kentarou Kyotani (Mad Dog)

Lev Haiba

Kenjiro Shirabu

Oikawa Tooru

Osamu Miya

Suna Rintarou

Takanobu Aone

Tendō Satori

Tetsurou Kuroo

Tobio Kageyama

Yūji Terushima

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Honkai Star Rail

Note: I don’t play Honkai anymore, I gave the game to my friend since we don’t share stories. So I rely on research to write. I use this for practice writing anyway.

Argenti

Aventurine

Blade

Boothill

Caelus (Male Trailblazer)

Dr. Veritas Ratio

Jiaoqiu

Sampo Koski

Sunday (only villain, no domestic, Sunday)

How to Live as an Illegal Healer (manhwa version only)

Seunghyeon Kang

Hunter x Hunter

Chrollo Lucilfer

Feitan Portor

Gon Freecss

Hisoka Morow

Illumi Zoldyck

Kalluto Zoldyck

Killua Zoldyck

Kite

Knov

Kurapika

Leorio Paradinight

Nobunaga Hazama

Phinks

Shalnark

Uvogin

I'm Not That Kind Of Talent (manhwa version only)

Deon Hardt / Demon Aru

Cruel Hardt

Duke Illuster Starbe

Eduardo Deserte

Nemeseus

Jujutsu Kaisen

Inumaki Toge

Kenjaku

Megumi Fushiguro

Naoya Zenin

Ryomen Sukuna (both human + monster forms)

Satoru Gojo

Shiu Kong

Suguru Geto

Yuji Itadori

Kill The Hero (specify if manhwa / novel version)

Johann Georg

Kim Woo-Jin

Lee Jin-Ah

Park Yong-Wan

Se Jun-Lee

Mobile Legends: Bang Bang

Aamon

Claude

Gusion

Granger

Julian

Ling

Nolan

Suyou

Xavier

Naruto Shippuden

Deidara

Haku

Hashirama Senju

Hidan

Itachi Uchiha

Kabuto Yakushi

Kakashi Hatake

Kakuzu

Kisame Hoshigaki

Madara Uchiha

Minato Namikaze

Nagato Uzumaki

Pain

Shisui Uchiha

Tobirama Senju

Zabuza Momochi

One Punch Man (manga version only)

Amai Mask

Atomic Samurai

Bang (Silver Fang)

Boros

Child Emperor

Garou

Genos

Sneck

Stinger

Suiryu

Watchdog Man

Zombieman

Original Yanderes (OC's)

Yandere! Alpha! Wolf Hybrid

Yandere! Chief of Police

Yandere! Criminal Prosecutor

Yandere! Divorce Attorney

Yandere! Emperor

Yandere! Ex Boyfriend

Yandere! FBI Agent

Yandere! Hockey Captain

Yandere! Isekai! Knight

Yandere! Nerd

Yandere! Painter

Yandere! Prison Warden

Yandere! Professional Gambler

Yandere! Sugar Daddy

Yandere! Vigilante

Yandere! Volleyball Captain

Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor

Reverend Insanity (novel version only)

Fang Yuan

Fang Zheng

TOUCHSTARVED

Ais

Kuras

Mhin

Player Character (lore is legit)

Vere

Undertale Multiverse

Bad Time Trio (Undertale Sans + Underswap Papyrus + Storyshift Chara)

Bill! Sans

Dust! Sans / Murder! Sans

Error! Sans

Fresh! Sans

Ink! Sans

Horror! Sans

Killer! Sans

Murder Time Trio (Horror Sans + Dust Sans + Killer Sans)

Nightmare! Sans

Shattered Dream! Sans

Sixbones

Storyshift Chara

Underfell Papyrus

Underfell Sans

Undertale Chara

Undertale Frisk

Undertale Sans

Wuthering Waves

Note: Waiting for Scar release banner before I come back to play.

Aalto

Calcharo

Geshu Lin

Jiyan

Scar

Xiangli Yao

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Characters Currently Studying, but not limited to:

These characters are not yet available for requests, but will be added to the above list in the future. Also, if I remember some fandoms I used to be in. I want to study these more in-depth before writing actual individual yandere stories on them:

Blue Lock

Barou Shouei

Eita Otoya

Hyoma Chigiri

Meguru Bachira

Seishiro Nagi

Boku no Hero Academia

All Might (Toshinori Yagi)

Endeavor (Enji Todoroki)

Eraserhead (Shota Aizawa)

Hitoshi Shinso

Tenya Iida

Danganronpa

Byakuya Togami

Gundham Tanaka

Hajime Hinata

Kokichi Oma

Makoto Naegi

Mondo Oowada

Nagito Komaeda

DC

(maybe, not sure, I know nothing about DC lore except the basics, not too much of a comics fan, but Jan AI, ahh)

Bruce Wayne

Damian Wayne

Jason Todd (especially Jason, ahh)

Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Death Note

Ryuk

Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba)

Gyomei Himejima

Muichiro Tokito

Kaigaku

Kokushibo (Michikatsu Tsugikuni)

Yushiro (will simp for you)

Haikyuu!!

Koutarou Bokuto

Shoyo Hinata

Suguru Daishō

Tanaka Ryunosuke

Yu Nishinoya

Kuroko no Basket

Akashi Seijuuro

Hanamiya Makoto

Imayoshi Shoichi

Kise Ryouta

Kuroko Tetsuya

Midorima Shintarou

Murasakibara Atsushi

Jujutsu Kaisen

Aoi Todo

Kinji Hakari

Mahito

Naruto Shippuden

Orochimaru

One Punch Man

Drive Knight

Piofiore: Fated Memories

Dante Falzone

Gilbert Redford

Nicola Francesca

Orlok

Undertale Multiverse

Aftertale! Sans (Geno)

G! Sans (Gastertale)

Reaper! Sans

X-Tale! Chara

X-Tale! Frisk

X-Tale! Sans

Your Throne

Eros Orna Vasilios

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Important Note: There are some characters I will NEVER be writing for even if they are loved in the fandom and popular. Number one reason is because it reminds me too much of my husband in real life. So it's uncomfortable and awkward writing stories with characters that remind me too much of him (e.g. Toji from JJK, Yoo Joonghyuk from ORV, Aomine Daiki from KNB, Sung Jinwoo from SL, Wriothesley from GI, Callisto Regulus from VADTD to name a few. There's more, but these are some popular examples).

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