#suna rintarou blurbs

[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xxii. don't fall (literally)

(wc: aroundd 1.1k)

click. flash! 

you whip your head to the source of the sound, watching as suna lowers the camera from his face before inspecting the image he took of you. 

"is that me?" you ask. suna gives you an affirmative hum, leaning forward before you can even ask if you could take a look.

you're not exactly sure if it's because of his hidden talent in photography or the fact that he had known you for quite some time, but the way he perfectly captured your angle makes your lips part in awe. "that's a nice picture," you praise. 

"it is,” he answers contentedly.

your eyes glaze over the picture once more. it takes you a moment before you realize how little the distance got between you and suna—your eyes flicker up to his, still trained on his camera, and you’re so close you can count every one of his thin eyelashes.

you immediately sit up on the speedboat, back straight and hands politely on your lap. suna doesn’t notice. he keeps his eyes glued to the screen, pressing a few buttons to zoom in on the details. his actions make you a little nervous.

"you still use the same one?" you ask, referring to the camera in his hands. suna meets your gaze with innocence, his lips pressing into a slight pout when he nods yes. he looks like a kid caught red-handed, yet you're not exactly sure why. not knowing what else to say, you divert your eyes from him and settle on the islands you pass by.

"you still remember," he states rather than asks. his eyebrows raise inquisitively when you let out a low chuckle, a soft smile gracing your lips as you did. "of course i do," he doesn't have to think twice to know what you're talking about, "there was a time where that thing was in my face, like, every day."

a shy smile tugged at the corners of suna's mouth, eyes softening at the memory. it was during your sophomore year in college, a bit after kuroo's birthday party, when he asked if you'd be willing to be the centerpiece for his project in one of his elective classes. he came to you under the guise of needing to pull his grade up, but, really, all he wanted was an excuse to get you to talk to him again; to know you more without the speculating, teasing eyes of the miya twins.

“can’t believe you still continued that,” you murmur more to yourself, but it reaches suna’s ears.

“what do you mean?” his brows draw together, confused. the waves are getting stronger now, you notice.

adjusting yourself in your seat, you turn to face him once more. all the amusement and nostalgia drain from your features when you blink back at suna. “well, it seemed like you didn’t have time for anything else besides volleyball,” you shrug like it was obvious.

his eye twitches slightly in annoyance. is this really where you’re going? “i have a life, you know.”

“yeah, on the court,” you scoff.

“that’s not funny.”

“i’m not trying to be.”

“well, maybe if you stuck around, you’d know that we didn’t really have to sacrifice anything.” suna narrows his eyes at you, staring you down like an opponent on the court. it makes you uncomfortable, small. he had always looked at you this way whenever you two fought and you hated it. you hate it even more now.

your grip on the seat tightens as the boat rocked slightly. suna sees the second hurt flash in your eyes but it disappears quickly, replaced by something more distant and cold. guilt brews in the pits of his stomach but he doesn’t let his true emotions show through.

“hey,” you say, tone laced with guilt, feeding more onto the heavy burden knawing at his insides, “do you actually blame me? for the breakup?”

no. “i do.” suna pushes away the regret as soon as the words leave his lips, “we were supposed to talk. you had my hopes up.”

“i had your hopes up?” you croak back to him, almost lurching forward when the waves push and pull on the speedboat. suna kept his expression stoic, hands stubbornly glued to his side even as the boat rocked violently.

“you didn’t even—“ you cut yourself off with a frustrated huff, struggling to grasp how, until now, suna couldn’t even at least think about your side of the breakup. the boat operator pushes the throttle forward, prompting you to tighten your grip on the seats as the boat moves faster. “you didn’t even say the words!” your voice wavered, rising with the clash of the waves.

suna’s hand flies to the railing for balance. his eyebrows creased as more water droplets landed on his face, frustration evident in his eyes. “what words?”

“those words—“ a particularly large wave crashes onto your side of the speedboat, “fuck! the words you never said!” the words you wanted to hear. the words you needed him to say.

suna throws you a sarcastic smile, “that’s great, genius! i clearly know what you’re talking about.”

your jaw drops to the floor, mind deciding whether to categorize your ex as insensitive or just plain stupid. “are you fucking doing this on purpose?!”

the man across you tilts his head to the side, puzzled. plain stupid it is.

you try to stand up—tell the operator to turn back because clearly reuniting with your ex is a bad omen enough for weddings—but as soon as you get up on your feet, the operator pushes the throttle once more, cheekily shouting, “we’re speeding up!”

you tumble backward. the cold water engulfs you before you realize you’ve fallen off the boat. some of the water enters your nostrils but you kick your feet, eagerly persisting to the surface. you gasp for oxygen once you’ve broken through, heaving as you tried to stay afloat.

luckily, you see the boat just a short distance away from you. a few feet behind it was suna, speedily swimming in your direction.

“you fell off too?” you ask once he’s an arm’s length near you. you had to remind yourself that you were mid-argument when he pushes his hair back with one hand, gulping as you try not to stare so much.

but you quickly become confused when he shakes his head no. “i went to get you,” he tells you breathlessly.

a moment of silence dawns over you, save for the sound of the speedboat getting closer and suna trying to catch his breath. the egotistical part of him cheers silently, thinking that he had finally done something right. but you break that thought down when you suddenly hit the water between you, suna having to shield his face from the splash.

“i can swim, you idiot!” you exclaim.

though the ocean is freezing against his skin, it dissipates into nothing when he flushes a dark red. “i don’t know!” he tells you, seemingly annoyed at himself for diving into the water almost immediately—embarrassingly—after you did, “i mean, i know, but i just— i just did, okay?”

is he seriously mad right now? he looks mad, and it only fuels your frustration even more. he narrows his eyes at you before sharply looking away, huffing. you do the same.

the sound of the speedboat grows louder, as did the worried shouts of the operator. the man gives you his coat, apologizing to suna with the promise of getting you back to the hotel as quickly as possible.

you refuse to look at suna the whole time, not when you’re just as red as he is.

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notes angry pouty blushy sunayn served! sorry for the long wait i had a bit of a writer’s block + college T__T

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[rinsaint]

What are your thoughts on Suna x reader who wears a purity ring and everyone makes fun of them for it until the walk into class one day and see that they are not wearing and they only get they answer as to why is when Suna asks reader to meet him in the school gyms locker room

suna definitely is the type to make fun of reader for being the innocent christian girl. He would tease and bully you every day just to get a rise out of you. He would never miss up the chance to rile you up and watch you get flustered.

so when your math teacher told you that you would have to tutor suna rintarou, it made you slightly annoyed but nonetheless, you still obliged.

even if you would never admit it, there was some tension between you and suna. His constant flirtatious act towards you made butterflies swarm in your stomach. But you couldn’t do anything about it, your family didn’t want you to be with someone until you got married.

not like you had a chance with him anyways.

or so you thought, you’d never thought you find yourself on your bed as suna rintarou’s hands roamed your body. He squeezed the sides of your hips and you let out a whimper as he starts leaving kisses on your neck.

was this really happening?

You could have ever imagined that something like this was going to happen. Being in a christian family, you had made a purity pact with your mom and dad, the ring on your finger being a proof of that. But suna is too intoxicating, the way he treats you, the way he lets his flirty comments slip pass his mouth, the way he smirks everytime you stutter out a response from his teasing, the way his rings fit on his fingers and how he knowingly knows what to say to fluster you up, is all too much. But you liked it.

You let your head fall back as his fingers starts to rub circles on your clothe clit, “mm i wonder how your family would react if they saw their little angel spreading her legs right now.”

“S-suna-“

“Call me rin, yea?”

You made eye contact with him as his finger pulled your panties aside, teasing your hole, he slips two fingers in slowly, watching as you arch against him. His fingers pumped in and out of you, you gripped the back of his hair as he left noticeable marks on your neck. Suna felt you clench around him and he sped up his pace.

“rin.. i-i think m’close” you whined, you could feel sunas smirk that always has you weak in the knees against your neck.

“well cum for me then pretty.”

your toes curled and your vision was blurred and went white as you blissfully came around rins thick fingers. You gripped onto his fingers and felt his movement when he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, overstimulating you.

“r-rin i cant please.”

“yes you can angel, and you will, give me one more yeah?”

[todorokis-girl]

How he is:

He’s not a very physical man, PDA is not his thing, and even in private he can be stingy with his touches; but that’s what kills you, when he does provide them, they make your brain melt. The subtle touches while lounging on the couch and watching a movie, the gentle kisses on your shoulder as he walks behind you in the narrow kitchen, how he squeezes your thighs in the car while he drives, the kisses on your neck before bed, the gentle pat on your ass while you take showers together, and most importantly the way he wraps his pretty fingers around your throat and whispers in your ear how much he needs you.

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[rintarolovebot]

PLAYFUL RELATIONSHIPS

summary — the constant bullying in your relationship is the best. the playfulness is what you two enjoy even as you grew older.

author’s note this is also how me and my bf talk to each other and i decided to make one for my sunarin <3 some r from our conversations and some r just convos i saw online cause theyre funny 😭

additional hi i wanted to do something different so here we go :) i hope u guys enjoyed mwah

[pookalicious-hq]

whatever... suna rintarou x reader

a/n: small sunarin blurb i whipped up while trying to get out of a writers block, also implied miya sister manager reader tw: none <3 word count: 600ish

“Why are you laughing? You can’t actually find that funny.”

Rintarou’s face remained composed, but if you looked closely, you might catch the faintest curve at the corner of his lips, his eyes just barely hinting at amusement. It was a subtle shift, one that most people would overlook, but she knew better. She had spent enough time around him to recognize the telltale signs of his teasing.

“Not really,” he replied, his voice carrying that familiar, playful edge. A teasing glint flickered in his eyes, daring her to react. “I just wanted to see that little scrunch in your nose.”

Her nose crinkled in disapproval as if on command, the exact reaction he was hoping for. She hated how predictable she could be around him, and yet, a part of her didn’t mind at all. His teasing had a way of pulling out sides of her she didn’t always let show.

“I don’t scrunch my nose, idiot,” she shot back, though her tone lacked the bite she intended. Her pulse quickened in frustration, knowing she was giving him exactly what he wanted.

“You just did, idiot,” Rintarou countered, his smirk widening slightly, satisfied with the effect he had on her.

She rolled her eyes, but there was a softness to her exasperation. With a huff, she turned her gaze to the side, muttering a quick “whatever” as she tried to salvage her dignity. The way her cheeks puffed out ever so slightly when she was annoyed—Rintarou couldn’t help but find it endearing. The sight filled him with warmth, a sensation that seemed to grow stronger every time he was around her.

Naturally, she was the one looking up at him, her eyes just barely peeking out from under her perfectly curled lashes. But from his position on the ground, he found himself with a new perspective—one that made it increasingly difficult to maintain eye contact with the girl in front of him. The way the light caught in her hair, the soft curve of her lips, even the slight flush on her cheeks—it was all becoming harder to ignore. He could feel his heartbeat quicken, a reaction he wasn’t used to, but one that was becoming more familiar with each passing day.

Without meaning to, his gaze lingered just a moment longer on her lips, and he quickly looked away, hoping she didn’t notice.

“Sunarin!”

The spell was abruptly broken by Atsumu’s screeching voice. Both of them turned in the direction of the sound, matching looks of annoyance crossing their faces.

“Stop flirting with my sister and help clean up!”

Rintarou sighed, pushing himself up from the ground, brushing off the sudden awkwardness. “Shut up, fuck-face,” he shot back, though the slight pink tint on his cheeks might have suggested otherwise. “Aren’t you supposed to be helping too?”

Atsumu rolled his eyes dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, yeah, but you’re better at this organizing stuff than me. Plus, you two looked like you were having a moment,” he added with a sly grin.

She groaned, shooting her brother a glare. “We were not having a moment, you idiot.”

“Sure didn’t look like it,” Atsumu teased, his grin widening. “But whatever you say, nezumi-chan.”

Rintarou couldn’t help but chuckle at the siblings’ banter, a bit relieved by the shift in conversation. He glanced back at the girl above him, who was still glaring daggers at Atsumu, and felt that familiar warmth spread through him again. It was getting harder to ignore—this ease, this connection.

He picked up a stray volleyball, tossing it into a nearby basket. “Come on, let’s finish up before he starts yapping again.”

She let out a frustrated sigh but nodded, grabbing another volleyball. “Whatever. If he keeps this up, I’m locking him out of the house.”

Rintarou laughed, the sound lighter than before. “Sounds good to me.”

a/n: lmk if you want more sunarin content he's my fav... pinky promise i'll also get to working on my fic now mwah <3

[iiwaijime]

01. unrequitedlovers.org

unrequitedlovers.org

a website made for those who have fallen for someone they cannot have. chat with other people who are going through the same pain as you! discuss your problems with understanding partners in peace without the worry of anyone important finding out. completely safe, secure and anonymous. join now at unrequitedlovers.org/signup

the advertisement looks interesting enough; the fact that you've been in love with your brothers' best friend for almost seven years only adds to the temptation. stifling a yawn, you click the link to sign up. it's just an anonymous chat site, what's the worst that could happen?

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unrequitedlovers.org

a website made for those who have fallen for someone they cannot have. chat with other people who are going through the same pain as you! discuss your problems with understanding partners in peace without the worry of anyone important finding out. completely safe, secure and anonymous. join now at unrequitedlovers.org/signup

rintarou suna stares blankly at his laptop screen — or more specifically, the flashing advertisement playing right in the middle of his screen. what the hell, is it a dating site? a quick skim through the blurb says otherwise, and after a few seconds he realises that he's actually considering joining the site. after all, he's secretly been in love with the one person who's always been marked off-limits — his best friends' younger sister, y/n miya. oh well, whatever.

[...set username]

[are you sure? this cannot be changed once it is set]

[username set]

welcome to unrequitedlovers.org, jellyfruit!

scan this QR code to download the app now! he doesn't know why he listens and downloads it there too

suna squints at the welcome screen, already somewhat regretting his decision to sign up. the layout of the app is bright, somewhat gaudy, and more like a dating app than a chat site. a few users are automatically scrolled through in front of him. FIND YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND, says the text box above them.

the thing that all the profiles have in common is how unappealing they are; he's almost ready to log off when he sees the first interesting account. normalcatliker143 sits unobtrusively between romanticlover69 and DATEME_HOT_BABEZ, and he almost lets it pass by before he sees the profile picture. it's the first one he's seen that's not one of the automatic site ones or AI generated. he's about to send a friend request to them when a notification pops up onto his screen, and oh, what the fuck, normalcatliker143 has sent him a request first. he clicks the vaguely terrifying profile picture to find out a little more about them.

NORMALCATLIKER143

name: catliker is good

age: 18

likes: cats

dislikes: cat haters

bio: here cus im bored. i talk a lot if youll listen

he taps "accept".

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authors note(s) !!

ch1!!!!

FIRST CONTACT HAS BEEN MADE

ARHSDHDSHRHR

idk wat 2 write here um,, good luck chat

tooru oikawa screams like a little girl btw

send pics of black cat stuffed toys

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[yogurtkags]

୨ৎ ꒰ yogurtkags' ꒱ — masterlist. ୨ৎ

˚₊‧꒰ა series ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

if not for you — semi eita (ongoing; slow updates)

˚₊‧꒰ა oneshots ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

long live — kageyama tobio lucky charm — oikawa tooru lover boy — kuroo tetsuro here with me — kageyama tobio distant desires (18+) — miya atsumu stuck with you — kageyama tobio begin again — bokuto koutarou wind in your sails — iwaizumi hajime hush — sakusa kiyoomi count your blessings — miya osamu

˚₊‧꒰ა blurbs ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[11:23pm] — kageyama tobio red rouge (18+) — sakusa kiyoomi so high school — suna rintarou lovebirds — kuroo tetsuro

tags.

ᯓ★ : written in the stars ! — writing

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ : xoxo cid ! — general

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ : cid’s bookmarks ! — fic recs

₊˚࿔*:·୧ : cid’s fantasies ! — (nsfw)

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[satoruzlove]

m. list for @satoruzlove !

•all are gn! reader unless stated otherwise!! a lot of these don’t work, i am so terribly sorry lol

shower [kenji sato]

grief [iwaizumi hajime, fluff]

pouty bf gojo

unmotivated: s.gojo

dilf! oikawa

dilf! suna [borderline smut]

req:: dying your hair to match his

[kenma kozume]

he’s so proud to call you his wife that it’s annoying.

[multi]

you get me so high

[angst, tsukishima kei]

jjk boys as your boyfie !

[ megumi, itadori, gojo ]

7:03 pm

[manjirou ‘mikey’ sano.]

cute scenarios !

[ osamu , akaashi , kuroo , suna , oikawa ]

christmas hcs !

[ sakusa , osamu , suna , kuroo, atsumu ]

attractive things ab him !

[ sakusa , atsumu , suna,kuroo ]

bf kiyoomi !

domestic kiyoomi !

i love you’s !

[ hinata , suna , atsumu ]

req::saving grace [ k. sakusa ] !

random headcanons !

[ suna , sakusa , atsumu ]

req:: phones at the dinner table [k. sukusa] ! ❄️

college bf kenma !

cat papa kiyo !

req::let me ride ? - 🫧

[ suna , kiyoomi , atsumu ]

bf suna !

bf bakugou !

rich bf nanami ! [a single girly thing implied !]

kiyoomi & his introvert s/o !

best friend to lovers gojo !

househusband osamu domesticity ! [ ceo ! reader ]

dilf atsumu brain rot !

kiyoomi and his girly gf ! [FEM READER, IM SORRY):]

gojo and his chaotic but mature partner !

best friends to lovers with atsumu !

req:: don’t text me, don’t call me

[ atsumu miya, suna rintarou ] 🫧

college friend group w mikasa, eren and armin ! [ polyamory kinda implied if you squint ]

ask::kiyoomi’s love language !

accidental confessions ! :: smau

[ eren jeager and armin arlert ]

accidental confessions ! ::

[ levi ackerman and jean kirstein ]

lil kiyoomi drabble courtesy of bubble anon !

dream :: hinata shoyo [ 1k event !]

butterfly :: yamaguchi tadashi [ 1k event ]

wit :: tsukishima kei [ 1k event ]

bf gojo ++ hardworking s/o!

levi ++ sweetheart s/o !

rich bf nanami taking care of u<3 !

kiyoomi doesn’t like holding hands

mornings with hajime iwaizumi!

stoner suna blurb

[rintarous]

"yo y/n” suna calls out as you sat by the seats provided by your local basketball court near your apartment complex. “what?” you reply, looking up from your phone. “this one’s for you” suna winks at your direction, shooting the ball to the ring but misses.

“goodbye” you cringe, feeling the secondhand embarrassment for him. suna lets out a loud cackle and jogs over to you, pulling you into a tight, sweaty bearhug. “rin that’s gross!” you grimaced, pushing his sweaty body off of you. 

“don’t act like you’re not used to it, dummy” he jabs a finger at your forehead making you hiss and swat his hand away. “let’s go home i’m tired” suna then grabs your hand and drags you back home where you two can go shower and get some rest after a long week of work. 

[rintoorou]

ALOHA, HAWAII — xx. cute date idea

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notes suna ‘dry texter’ rintarou caught being a nervous yap in 4k !!!!!

tags @ilyless @strxwberri-s @bbybibi @trash-master-3000 @milesmoralesluvs @hanniemylovelyquokka @nbcvs @crispchocolates @cnnmairoll @tojirin @ryuverse @megumiif @chemiru @theycallmenanamisgirl @neoclb @krissiekris @nyxlai @tsukiran @frvppe @le000xxgrd @kr1nqu @kunihaver @toges-cough-syrup @myromanempiree @baskin-robinhoods @jeongintwt @itsdragonius @moucheslove @ichcocat @miiyas @samuel1004 @reignsaway @sonicsolos @httpshoyo

[kodaiki]

[4:09 p.m]

“you are the absolute cutest, aren’t you?” you coo, smooshing the face of the dog happily wagging his tail at your affection in between your palms. the dog cafe wasn’t a very far distance from your home, making it your favorite spot to hang out and have a good time, regardless of your mood. you usually walked to the quaint cafe alone since your friends didn’t live as close as you did, not that you minded!

hey, more dogs for you to play with, right?

but today was different because...

“you mean, you come to this place just to talk to dogs like they’re babies? i though you said we’d get school work done.” your boyfriend sits on the other side of the table with crossed arms and a deadpan expression on his face.

“these dogs,” you emphasize, holding up the dogs head to face suna, “motivate me.”

“uh-huh,” he hums, flicking his eyes from you and the dog, back to the open notebook in front of him. a few moments pass of suna doing his work quietly and you giving your utmost affection to the happy golden retriever named honey.

you’re surprised you managed to convince your boyfriend during the walk home on one of his off days from volleyball practice to come along with you. you weren’t expecting a yes - although it was a begrudging yes since all he wanted to do was go to his room and sleep - but you were practically skipping through the streets when he accepted.

(suna makes a mental note to accept more of your invitations if he were to receive that reaction from you every time.)

“is this why you’re always staying up all night to finish your homework?” suna asks when he looks back up to check on you.

“no…” you trail off, smile morphing into a pout. a bear passes before you admit more quietly, “…maybe.”

“i’m not surprised. at least let me help you, dummy-”

“y/n!” one of the workers near the counter, jabs her thumb in the back corner of the cafe. “rin’s awake.”

suna’s body freezes as he watches the grin spread across your face and you jump up from your seat.

“rin?” suna repeats with confusion.

“mhm,” you hum, happily skipping toward the back of the cafe, smoothly maneuvering between people in your way. “he’s my favorite~”

suna furrows his eyebrows in disbelief, wondering why on earth there was a dog at the cafe you were at with his nickname. and he was your favorite? it couldn’t be a coincidence.

he decides to follow you, curiosity getting the best of him, trailing after you with that same disinterested expression on his face.

when you reach the back, you happily call out, “hey rinrin,” with that dazzling smile of yours that took all of everything suna had to not to look like a flustered mess. laying down in the corner was a black labrador, glancing around the shop with half open eyes. at the sound of your voice, his head lifted slightly and tilted his head, acknowledging your presence. he lifts his head so you can get better access to pet him and scratch him behind the ears.

rin wasn’t the most affectionate dog but it didn’t mean he didn’t accept head pats or belly rubs. he was the dog that sat in the corner, watching everyone and everything, occasionally letting another dog sit beside him or play around with him, but he’d never engage in boisterous play. he was too chill for that.

you were the one to give him his name, in fact. you frequented the dog cafe often and knew practically every dog there. however, at the new arrival of a black labrador, you jumped at the opportunity to meet him. he didn’t run over at you like most of the other dogs did and was quite wary of you at first but after visiting multiple times, he eventually became accustomed to your company.

the story behind his name were all in the eyes of the dog. similar to your boyfriend, the dog’s expression, even as a puppy, remained tired looking, even after a three hour nap, and pensive, as if he was scanning the room and analyzing each and every person. he reminded you of suna in that way.

the workers didn’t mind either since they finally had something to call the new arrival. they also didn’t mind especially since you were probably on the top of the list of rin’s favorite people.

“doesn’t he look like you?” you coo, rubbing the spot that made rin’s eyes close. “i named him after you, rin.”

at the name, both your boyfriend and the dog averted their gazes to you in unison and from a third person's perspective, it probably looked like the most adorable scene.

“i look like a dog,” he deadpans, but you can’t see the light pink dust over his cheeks since you’re facing the labrador who’s giving you a look saying, ‘really, you named me after this mf?’

“your vibes are kinda the same! just look at your eyes! if you come by more often, you’ll see it,” you smile softly and suna purses his lips together to hide the smile on his own face. you actually named a dog after him, huh.

“is he gonna feel threatened by my presence if our vibes are so similar?” he crouches down beside you and offers a cautious hand for the dog to sniff. the dog hesitates and even looks at you before sniffing his hand.

“he’s good, rin,” you nod to the dog, “trust me.”

your boyfriend and the dog stare at each other for a while are you can’t help but look between them a few times, wondering if they’re having some sort of mental conversation. knowing the both of them, they’d probably be capable of that.

“i was rin first,” suna says simply, cocky smirk on his face, and the dog barks in response, as if out of defense. did he actually understand that?

“freaky,” you shudder, standing up from your crouched position. “he’s why i like coming here so often.”

“oh yeah?” suna asks, raising an eyebrow.

“mhm, when you have practice or you’re busy, he reminds me of you so i don’t miss you so much.”

you expressiveness never failed to make suna nearly go into cardiac arrest each time. before you were dating, no one believed the two of you could ever end up together. you were just, so different. while you were the type to get emotional and let people know how you feel, suna wasn’t one to share his vulnerable thoughts. it’s just how he was and when he was with you, he felt guilty for being like that when you offered him everything. but the gentle squeeze you’d give him when his hand was holding yours or when you were hugging, he knew you understood.

but what he loved most about you was probably the fact that he didn’t have to tell you how he was feeling. you could look at him, and though his expression could be in that normal stoic one he always wears, you would be able to see a difference, even if it was miniscule.

“we should take him home,” you exclaim, clapping your hands, “let’s co-parent, he’ll stay at my house one day and then yours the other, yeah?”

suna coughs to stifle from laughing at your request. “that’s ridiculous, y/n.”

“wha- why can’t we?” you jut your lip out, looking down at the dog, watching your exchange.

“we aren’t just going to steal the cafe’s dog,” he deadpans, crossing his arms.

“it’s not stealing!” you quickly quip, peering over his shoulder to see if anyone was listening in on your conversation. relaxing your shoulders, you shrug, “besides, i’m the customer who loves rin the most and i’m sure they wouldn’t mind giving him to me.”

“no.”

“but-”

“y/n.”

“i know, i know,” you frown, kicking your feet behind you and twisting your arms behind your back, “i just love him a lot.”

“and i’m sure he loves you, too. you can still visit as often as you want and i’ll come with if you want some rin-squared.”

though his tone displayed utter seriousness, you knew he was making a joke and you punched his shoulder lightly, feeling a small smile grow on your face. “you have your moments, suna rintarou.”

that, he does.

your both decided to move your belongings to a table closer to rin, knowing he wouldn’t make an effort to walk over to you - maybe if you were alone, but he still had to get used to suna. you spent the rest of the afternoon doing your schoolwork and sharing stories about your favorite dog. rin shifted his body close to you, settling in between the legs of your chair and rotated between rested his head on your feet or leaning against your leg.

i guess you could say you had two rin's that were sweet on you.

[cherrytoru]

suna doesn’t really understand how you’re supposed to feel when you’re in love. through all four girlfriends he’s never felt love how you should.

yuki gave him what he thought were butterflies after their first date and into the day after but that just turned out to be food poisoning from the shitty restaurant she picked. he couldn’t really blame her too much though, they were still in junior high with very little money to throw around. especially on a silly little date. no yuki didn’t make him feel love.

aki made him blush. a whole lot. the red dusting just didn’t seem to leave his face for a week. atsumu would point at him and laugh about it. osamu would chuckle a bit. and kita would console him asking why he was red. the whole team thought it was funny until a week later when everyone was painted red from their cheeks to their knuckles. aki didn’t make him blush, she made him sick.

ena made his head spin. he had met her one day after a game. she flirted and flirted with him and he couldn’t seem to get enough of it. but eventually she just kept talking and his head just kept throbbing. he was in such a daze he seemed to forget that he had spiked a ball with his head earlier in the day and was definitely feeling the effects of a concussion. he was not in love, he needed to go to the nurse.

kaori had him feeling faint. he followed by her side as they walked down town. he wanted to hold her hand, but he felt like if he made too fast or too bold of a movement he might melt into a puddle. but when he opened his bedroom door after a miserable train ride, he passed out on his bed. once again suna was not in love, just exhausted.

by the time y/n came around suna was starting to give up hope on falling in love. he didn’t understand it anymore. but the way she smiled and him and passed him a small note made his heart flutter. for a second he prayed it would be real this time, that he wasn’t going to be sick in the middle of class. and as he opened the note with her phone number written out carefully with a little heart next to it, suna knew that he definitely understood love now.

request are open!

[itsmiyamore]

*not proofread*

roommate!Suna Rintaro who takes care of you when you have a fever, who stays by your side to makes sure the cold rag hasn't fallen off your forehead when you toss and turn in your sleep, who admires you even though you're sick, who lovingly caresses your head soothingly with a faint smile on his lips, who's there when you wake up and ask for water, who brings it to you along with some soup, who reprimands you when you make a face, who sits down to spoon feed you, who stands up only to stop when you grab his hand, heart fluttering when you ask him, "Stay?"

[rintarolovebot]

GROCERY SHOPPING

summary in which you forced took your husband out for a grocery run and he takes advantage of the fact that you love him and can’t say no to the snacks he sneaks into the cart.

warnings/tags none. timeskip!suna. implied female reader (as the daughter called them mommy on the phone).

author’s note i’ve said it before and i’ll gladly say it again. i’m so in love with this man like ugh i can’t my heart just swells whenever i think of him i don’t think that’s good but he makes me happy.

“what is that?” you ask as he put down yet another pack of something inside your shopping cart. he has been at it ever since you two entered the grocery store.

he looks down at the pack he just placed as if he was not the one who picked them off the shelf. “gummy bears,” he says nonchalantly.

you raised your brows, “you seriously need more gummy bear packs from a different brand?” you asked.

he shrugs and walks towards you, giving you a kiss on the temple. “yeah..” he kisses your forehead, “i like both brands.”

you sighed and let him be. as always, the essentials only list you have made beforehand was now long forgotten. although, the cart is almost full of the ingredients you needed, so why not let your husband put the snacks he wanted in the cart too?

just as you thought of it, your husband comes into your view and puts down five bags of chips. you furrowed your brows as you looked at the chips then at him.

“five?”

“yup.”

“…”

“…please?”

you rolled your eyes yet your lips betrayed you as a small smile appeared, making him smile as well. “sure, yeah. get me some too please,” you said.

his smile grows wider, gives you a kiss before passing by and walked off to his previous location — the chips aisle.

your phone starts to vibrate, indicating someone was calling. you grabbed your phone from your pocket and answered the phone.

“hello?”

“hi mommy!” your daughter greets from the other line. “i did my homework today!” she enthusiastically informs you.

“you did? aww.. great job, my love! let mama see when me and daddy get home, okay?”

“yes, mommy!”

you smiled. “mommy has to go now, alright? i love you,” you said as you heard your little girl giggle at the other end.

“i love you too, mommy. bye bye, see you and daddy!”

just as you ended the call, you spot your husband with a frown and more chips in his hands. you chuckled and pushed the cart towards him so he could easily drop down the items he had in his hands.

“you didn’t let me talk to her,” he mumbled. you looked at him as you put both of your hands on his face to caress it, “i’m sorry, she just told me she finished her homework.. and i didn’t know that you were coming back so soon.”

he sighs and kisses your forehead before dropping down the chips. “you’re lucky i love you,” he mumbled as he rolled his eyes and takes control of the pushing of the cart.

“oh, trust me..” you looped your hand through his arm as you hugged it while he pushed the cart. “i know.”

end note my author’s note r always just side thoughts and random shit but hi hello!!! how are you guys doing? <333

[umitsundere1]

Now hear me out Suna with a collar and leash fetish…

Like I could see Suna coming home from practice all tired and worn out and you sitting at the door waiting for him like the good girl he knows you are with you collar that has Rinnie’s whore written on it in bold letters with a sliver leash hanging in between your legs.

And he leans down to pet your head tells you how good you are for being at the door like he asked.

“Such a good fucking girl”

“Sitting at the door like master asked you too”

“You look so pretty with your pretty pink collar baby makes your skin look all pretty”

“Ready for master to take you to your little play room to go play”

“Cmon kitten let’s go play, hm.”

*Sighh* What a dream…

[terrakiyo]

suna, as much as he denies it, looks forward to your next visit to the campus café.

whenever the bell chimes his gaze flickers to the door, interest fading quickly when he sees it’s not you. his gaze lingers whenever he sees someone that looks like you through the window.

suna really looks forward to seeing you again, much to his dismay. especially since you’re the reason he’s constantly checking his phone for any missed calls.

he knows you’re avoiding him. (osamu tells him you show up when it’s not his shift).

so, he takes desperate measures—for closure, or so he tells himself. and that’s exactly why he finds himself owing osamu a favor at five in the afternoon in the coffee shop.

his eyes flicker from his phone to the door when he hears a soft gasp. he allows a small smirk to grow on his lips.

you bounce on your feet, shyly looking at him. “hi.”

he smiles, “you haven’t called me.”

and you frown at him, “you’re supposed to say hi back.”

“hi.” he says, half-heartedly, before crossing his arms, “you haven’t called.”

you tentatively walk closer to the counter. you fiddle with your hoodie strings.

“i was going to,” you mutter. you lean against the counter.

suna gives you an amused look, “yeah?”

you nod, “yeah.”

now it’s his turn to lean against the counter. “when?”

he huffs a laugh when he sees your eyes widen, an embarrassed look flashing on your face. you look away from him, a pout blooming on your lips.

“…soon?” you squeak.

“sooner than three weeks?” he teases. a soft chuckle leaves his lips when he sees your bashful expression.

“i meant to call you sooner,” you trail off.

he raises a brow, “but?”

and you sigh, “i figured you’d forget me and then i’d be embarrassed for even calling.”

he pats your head, laughing when you swat his hand away.

“how could i?” he asks—it sounds more like a question to himself than to you, really.

you peer at him curiously.

he smiles at you, “you’re the only person who’s demanded i date ‘em.”

“figured it would’ve been worth a shot, you know?” he hums. you beam at him.

and then he says, “if you’d called me, that is.”

your smile drops, a look of panic taking over instead, you shake his arm. “i was gonna call you!”

“but you didn’t,” he sighs, “such a shame too, you were actually kind of cute.”

you glare at him, “then you should give me another chance!”

he stays silent, a pensive expression on his face. he closes his eyes, pretending to mull over your suggestion.

“buy something and i’ll consider it.”

you groan, “fine.”

you reach out for your wallet, an annoyed expression on your face.

“here,” you shove the money into his hands, “get me the same thing as last time.”

he smirks at you, “give me a minute.”

he did not, in fact, take a minute, he took three. you know because you counted. (and because every minute felt like your heart was about to burst).

and when you hear him call out your name in a teasing manner your heart clenches out of fear for his answer.

but when you look at the smile on his face and at the ‘date me’ on the plastic cup, you can’t help but let a smile mirror his.