#sunas solo

[rinsoap]

bf! suna rintaro who has a polaroid of you and him in his phone case. he takes a lot of pictures of the two of you, there is always proof of your relationship, but this one was by far his favourite.

you're on the couch, facing him and sitting pretty on his lap. one of your arms drapes lazily on his shoulders while your other hand carresses his cheek. there are cliché red solo cups scattered on the floor, the smell of cheap vodka and poorly rolled blunts only making you want to hold your boyfriend closer. bass thumping in your chest, you tilt your head to whisper in his ear over the music but suna interrupts your soft "love you" with a nod to someone else. you turn your upper body, lips parted and face flush, only to be met with a blinding flash. "y'all make me SICK," atsumu gags, moving the camera down to reveal his face and rolling his eyes while he waits for the photo to print. "BYE atsumu. thanks." your boyfriend shoos, jutting out his hand to receive the little polaroid that then atsumu presses into his hand annoyed. "ungrateful ass" he mumbles with a disappointed shake of his head, and you giggle as he gets distracted by another photo opportunity. you snatch the picture out of suna's hand and he tsks but a blush spreads quickly across his cheeks. the photo must have been good. your head was turned, staring down the barrel of the camera, lips swollen and lipgloss melted and smeared. one of your eyes was red, not unlike the lipstick stains you kissed into suna's jaw that one of your hands held. his were around your hips, but the photo couldn't capture how he was rubbing his thumb up and down your skin. your boyfriend was staring at you with red cheeks and his usual smirk was replaced with a genuine smile that said it all. you have this boy in loveeee ugh 😭

ᵎᵎᵎ ִֶ ࣪ ⊹ ֶָ ، 𓂅 the song that was playing at the party : nikes by frank ocean

[girlivealwaysbean]

sis who listened to blow by jackson wang thru reels 🤝 me telling her about got7 and jyp and the traumas of being a big 3 idol

[httpsleely]

HQ BOYS AS YOUR S/O—WHAT I IMAGINE THEIR INSTAGRAM WOULD BE LIKE

synopsis. hq! boys using instagram but they're down bad for you

ft. hinata shoyo, tsukishima kei, suna rintarou, kenma kozume

others. character! is aged up, hq timeskip! era

notes. idk i feel like this could be better but I'm too lazy to be bothered. this is just a silly little thought while i was drinking tea 😌

[ masterlist ]

HINATA SHOYO would post you a lot. He definitely has you on his profile picture; either it's your solo picture or a picture of you and him. His posts would only consist of four things: you, volleyball, his friend's, and himself (occasionally)—but there's more pictures of you in it than the three mentioned. His fans teases him and says that his account basically turned into a fan page of you. His bio would be in between something so sweet or so cheesy. He'll probably have a corny quote.

“Romance is icing, but the love is the cake—@your_username”

“my love: @your_username”

“My sunshine forever & always @your_username”

TSUKISHIMA KEI rarely posts you. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's just that. . . He likes having his privacy with you. but when he does post you, his fans go berserk. It's a rare opportunity for him to post you (I strongly believe he'd post you in special occasions; like anniversaries, special holidays (if you celebrate), or winning his games), so of course, everyone will have a field day about it. And when he posts you it's not just a simple picture, he'd have a full on note for you.

“Thank you @your_username for everything you do for me—for all the support you give me whether it may be coming to my games, cooking me good food, saying the exact words I need to hear, or even simply just your presence by my side. Thank you for being with me through everything. This 3rd year anniversary won't definitely be the last anniversary we'll celebrate—so here's to more love that I'll give you, pipsqueak. I love you always.”

SUNA RINTAROU post you way too much. He'd have at least five highlights about you; one for his favorite pictures of you, one for him and you, one for your unflattering pictures, one for very special occasions that he's with you, and one for videos he took of you. And he doesn't just post you on his stories, he also has tons of pictures of you on his main post. If hinata has three things he post, well, suna only has you on his instagram. People often mistake his account for your account because of how much pictures you have in it.

“Café hopping with @your_username”

“She said that I should post this picture of her @your_username”

“Idk who this person is, do you? @your_username?” (*but his post is literally you)

KENMA KOZUME posts (sometimes) whenever he feels like it. he just generally doesn't post a lot. But he posts about you on random occasions. mostly post dumps about you, like what he did in a month with you. Or simply just random pictures of you (some unflattering and some aesthetically pleasing). And he posts with no caption, just you and your @. his fans are basically dehydrated from pictures of the two of you, so they also have a field day whenever he post about you. I'm pretty sure it'd even go trending on twt (x) at least once or twice.

“🤍 @your_username”

“out & about w/ @your_username”

“ily @your_username”

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[captain-hawks]

LET ME SEE THE HEAT GET TO YOU.

rintarou suna x f!reader

wc: 2.1k tags: 18+ only, and they were roommates, the complete and utter objectification of rintarou suna's hands, hand kink, oral fixation, finger sucking, fingering -> requested

“What?”

Suna’s voice startles you from your drifting train of thought, and the back of your neck heats up in embarrassment as you peel your gaze away from the sight of his fingertips drumming against his mouth, turning your focus back to the television. 

It was accidental—the birth of this oddly distracting fixation. 

Suna’s been your roommate for nearly six months, an arrangement of convenience when your prior roommate bailed with hardly a week’s notice and left you scrambling for someone to take over the second bedroom. Given that he was in between apartments and had been crashing on Atsumu’s couch for nearly a month at that point, it worked out in both your favor and his.

You even managed to convince yourself that the slightly inconvenient attraction you felt for your friend was negligible in the face of the prospect of trying to carry the bills for the apartment solo—that, or the inevitable stress of finding a complete stranger to move in instead. 

And it was fine, for a little while.

Between work and cramming for finals, you hardly had time to dwell over things like how unfairly attractive he looks with his mussed bedhead and tired eyes when he makes his way out into the kitchen in the morning, or your newfound burden of knowledge of a tattoo that exists on the curve of his hip (courtesy of your single bathroom dwelling and a conveniently low-slung towel). 

But three weeks and four days ago on an unsuspecting Wednesday afternoon, Suna unknowingly smashed every single precarious eggshell you’d been tiptoeing over with what you’d mistakenly thought was practiced ease. 

Suna leans forward now, elbows resting on his knees as he watches the movie that you’ve hardly been paying attention to, and he idly drags the side of his thumb against his bottom lip. 

Warmth stirs in your gut. You think back to that day, the slice of cake sitting atop a small white plate in the middle of the kitchen. The easy way your fork cut through the icing and down its soft center. The gentle mirth in Suna’s eyes as he stood on the other side of the island and listened to you recount a silly story from work.

The even easier way he’d reached across the expanse of marble countertop, wordlessly swiping away a rogue bit of frosting from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, leaving you to flounder for your words mid-sentence as he casually licked it off after.

To Suna, it was clearly nothing, given the way he’s carried on since like it never even happened.

For you, it’s become a Problem™. 

Because now you can’t stop thinking about his stupid goddamn hands.

His large hands with those long, slender fingers and neatly kept nails. 

It really doesn’t help that you’ve spent enough time watching him play volleyball to know the extent of their power, the quick dexterity with which he effortlessly blocks and serves, the impressive amount of control he can leverage with his digits curled around the ball’s surface.

Logically, they’re just hands.

This is what you try to tell yourself when you’re free from the stifling, one-sided terrarium of unrequited pining that you’ve turned your cozy third floor apartment into. You let your eyes sweep downward when you’re at work, when you’re in class, while you’re walking the aisles at the grocery store—and there’s not a goddamn single hand that passes through your line of sight that sets your heart racing like the ones that belong to your roommate. 

Now you can hardly catch his eye in the bathroom mirror when you reach across the counter while he’s brushing his teeth without feeling warm all over at the sight of his fingers wrapped around his toothbrush. 

Just last week, you nearly choked on your own dinner when you glanced up across the kitchen table to find him pressing his mouth to a piece of rice clinging to his knuckle. 

The loose, uninhibited state your thoughts pile into at night doesn’t help your current predicament in the slightest, as you’ve begun to find yourself restless as you dwell on other things—other places Suna’s hands could slide and cup and grasp. 

You’ve imagined how they’d feel pressed down on your tongue or molded against your breasts. Wrapped around your hips. Lodged deep in the slick of your cunt.

Spread, curled, grasping and thrusting until you’re coming so hard on nothing but the precise stretch of his digits that you can barely breathe.

It’s a date with someone who isn’t Suna, of all things, that brings it all crashing to a head. 

Glancing down at your phone as it lights up on the bathroom counter, you groan when the time flashes across the screen. You’re running late.

“Wow, where are you headed?” Suna curiously pokes his head into the bathroom, and his eyes widen a fraction when he notices your outfit. 

“Shit,” you gasp, jumping at the sudden sound of his voice and smearing a line of lipstick beyond the corner of your mouth in the process. The applicator clatters into the sink. 

Whipping around, you inhale, clutching the edges of the counter with both hands as you blink at your roommate in surprise. 

“Sorry,” he says, wincing.

“I have a date,” you tell him, words coming out in a rush. 

Suna blinks, and while he’s in no way the most talkative person you’ve ever met, you’ve also yet to see him at a loss for words like he seems to be now. You don’t bother adding that the date in question is for the express purpose of giving you reprieve from the pathetically Pavlovian response you’ve developed to the mere sight of his hands.

“There’s—” he belatedly motions toward your face, where you can feel the smudged trail of lipstick. 

You should probably turn around and start digging around under the sink for makeup remover, but predictably, you’re too focused on…yes…his hands. 

When you make no move to clean yourself up, Suna takes a step forward, the toes of his socks brushing against your bare feet. He reaches out, eyes focused on the corner of your mouth, and swipes two fingers over the mess. 

You stand there, rooted to the spot, the dizzying rush of blood in your ears hindering your ability to tell him that wiping it with his bare hands isn’t going to do anything.

And then his fingertips softly feather over the upper edges of your mouth.

You meet his gaze, your ribcage shuddering at the intensity of it, and before you’re fully aware of what you’re doing, your head tips back just enough to let his fingers slip to the plush center of your bottom lip. 

Suna stares at you, unblinking, and he applies just enough pressure to part your lips.

Hot, insistent sparks of arousal flood your nervous system, setting alight the trail of desire that’s been steadily coating your better judgment like sticky, rich honey. 

You lean forward, your hips and thighs brushing against his, and take Suna’s fingers into your mouth.

Whatever you were feeling before, whatever petty fantasies you’ve imagined in the quiet beneath your sheets, they pale in comparison to this—to the feeling of your tongue wrapped around Suna’s slender digits. The pressure of them against your tongue as the saliva pools in your mouth. The molten path that blazes through your gut when he pushes in further, from the second knuckle to the third.

A moan crawls up your throat, drool slipping out past your lips and down your chin as you suck, and you’d be embarrassed—if not for the hitch of his breath, the appreciative, answering groan that leaves Suna as he cups the side of your neck with his free hand.

The counter presses into your backside as Suna’s body presses more firmly into yours, his thumb scraping beneath your chin as he watches you come untethered. 

“Fuck,” he mutters as you shudder at the friction he draws between your legs, desperately trying to take his fingers even deeper into the wet recesses of your warm mouth.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know the errant swipe of your lipstick is likely nothing compared to the state of your lips as a whole right now.

And Suna seems to know exactly what you’re thinking, because without warning, he turns you around to face the mirror.

He’s hard, you can feel him pressing into your backside as the bite of the counter meets your hips. 

“You’re a mess,” he murmurs softly against the shell of your ear, eyes dark as he finds yours in the mirror.

He’s not wrong—you are a mess. Lipstick is smeared well past the boundary of your mouth, and his fingers are stained red and slick with your saliva. Your chest heaves.

Suna slides his fingers back into your mouth, and this time, he watches you watch yourself as you suck on them, observes the none-too-subtle shudder that wracks down your spine at the depraved sight before you. 

He smooths out the wrinkles in your dress, hand trailing down your front. 

Your cunt aches.

“Suna…,” you gasp out.

He doesn’t break eye contact as he mouths at the curve of your jaw. 

“…please…”

He adds a third finger as you continue to suck, and teeth drag down the side of your neck, his lips a hot brand as he presses them to your nape. 

“Rin—”

The fingers in your mouth curl, and you place a hand over his, slowly tugging up the skirt of your dress.

“I thought you had a date,” he rasps, your phone vibrating beside you as a text message flashes across the screen.

“Change of plans,” you gasp as his hand slips out of your grip, rucking up the skirt of your dress to reveal the pretty, lacy panties beneath. 

“You sure?” he asks, eyes finding yours in the mirror again, fingertips toying with the waistband of your underwear. His fingers leave your mouth, slipping down your front to caress your collarbone. 

You nod.

Suna’s hand slips lower, gliding into your underwear, and he exhales when his fingers find the full extent of what a mess he’s made of you.

“And I thought your mouth was wet.” He sounds amused, but his tone is rougher now, the hard press of his erection against the globes of your ass more insistent as he begins to finger your slit.

You gasp at the sensation, your legs sliding further apart as your entire body relaxes into his, your head tipping back against his shoulder. His free hand finds a home loosely splayed across the throat that you’ve bared to him. 

A slender finger slips easily into your wet hole, and the pleasure from that alone has your entire spine arching, hips eagerly rocking into his touch.

“Sensitive,” he observes, curling the digit against your plush, slick inner walls. 

You whimper. 

It’d be so much easier to stumble into his bedroom or yours, to be splayed wide across the sheets, hips arching up off of the mattress as he sinks three fingers deep. But it’s the filthy sight of yourself in the mirror that keeps you firmly rooted to the spot, body wholly overheated with arousal and desire. 

Your legs spread a bit wider of their own accord, your balance going slightly askew, and Suna holds you fast as you writhe when one finger becomes two. Arousal drips from your folds, coating his hand and soaking into your underwear. The tightness of your hole relents around the stretch, and your throbbing clit aches as his palm firmly rocks against it. 

An unhinged laugh threatens to burst out of you as you think about the last time a guy fingered you—the abysmal way you’d had to fake an orgasm out of pity just to get him to give up as your enjoyment petered out further with each overenthusiastic stroke.

You think about now, how your entire body’s been reduced to a livewire of heady pleasure, ready to burst on a hair trigger. Suna could probably stop moving his hand altogether and you’d still end up trembling and moaning and gushing all over his fingers before long anyway. 

And it’s the sensation of his fingers sliding back into your mouth that finally sends you over the edge. The bright line of bulbs across the top of the mirror merge into one as your vision goes white, your climax rocking through you with reckless abandon. Suna’s nose slides against your cheek and he exhales roughly, his own muscles taut as his fingers guide you through it.

Your phone vibrates again on the counter.

“I can’t believe you’re standing up your date,” he murmurs, teasing, teeth nipping at your earlobe. 

He’s still hard.

“I mean, I guess I can go looking like this,” you reply, making a circular gesture at yourself while you turn to face him.

Suna catches your chin in his hand, gently.

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

You dart your tongue out, letting it poke against the tip of his thumb.

The corner of his mouth curves upward as he leans in to kiss you. 

[kikiyoomis]

when you first met suna, the first thing you thought was that “yea he definitely smokes, drinks and fucks around.” and every time you saw him that impression only cemented itself.

your university program had this famed student run party. it was the only highlight of the new school year. people got so incredibly wasted, lost their virginity, got high as fuck… it was a party that encaptured the student body.

you were excited to go to the party, it was a chance to dress up, look sexy and maybe flirt with a couple of guys way out of your league using liquid courage. and besides you had your trustworthy friends with you, so at least you have someone watching your back… at least when they’re sober.

entering the party, the loud music pounded into your ears. people were dancing, drinking, playing games. you scanned the room looking for any familiar faces to go and talk to.

unsurprisingly, you saw suna standing around the patio with a couple of his friends and some girls. he had a red solo cup in hand while his friends smoked. the girls were all giggling and the boys’ body language seemed to give off a flirty intention.

a girl touches suna’s arm and he turns to face her, her hand slipping back to herself. he smiles and laughs and you think to yourself that if he does that more often he could easily be the most popular person on campus. he has the looks and the body it would easily attract a vast majority of people. and it already has for the most part.

‘but it’s none of my business’ you think before heading off towards your friends for a round of shots to start off the night.

drink after drink, dancing with your friends, talking with people you know you’ll never see again, it was really a fun night. so fun in fact, that you’ve ran away from your friends to hide in a dark corner kissing a man you don’t have a single clue about. no seriously. one moment you were dancing, and then the next moment you were no longer on the dance floor with your friends and instead with this man. not that you really care that much consider you’re having the best moment you’ve ever had in your entire life.

he was such a damn good kisser. after every breath you pull him back because you didn’t have enough. tongues fighting for dominance and lips bruising themselves purple with the intensity of the kiss.

“god, fuck, you’re really not gonna let me go huh,” he teases and you leave a hickey on his neck. he places a hand around your ass and leans back, bringing you down with him.

“mmm shut up and kiss me some more” you say locking your lips with his again. it was addicting and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“hey suna where are you?!” a voice calls out suddenly, startling the both of you. the two of you sat in silence, waiting for the guy to pass. you can hear him walking around the little corner you were in, making your heart beat in anxiousness. it would be so embarrassing if someone spots you two…

only when another friend tells him to forget about suna and to just go to the second party that the first guy leaves.

“i thought they’d never leave. that friend has some sense to just leave suna. he’s probably getting high somewhere…” you mumble, a little grumpy at the interruption. the guy you’re with laughs and pulls you closer to the point you’re straddling his lap.

“why? don’t want to share me?” the comment almost cures your drunken mind. despite literally locking lips with him for who knows how long you finally take a look at his face.

suna smiles smugly at you, amused at the fact that the person he’s been kissing simply never bothered to see who it was.

you sat there stunned, at a loss for words. suna leans forward and places a couple of kissing on your exposed nape, travelling upwards until he reaches the corner of your mouth.

“i’ve never been a stoner or done any drugs but i think what you’ve done to me is getting me higher than any drugs could” he teases.

“… you’ve never done drugs?” you say surprised as you mindlessly wrap your arms around his shoulders. though there wasn’t any proof that he did do them, it was just an assumption considering the crowd he involves himself with.

“the worst i do is drink since i am a professional athlete and need to care about diets and shit like that. but im such a lightweight that two drinks is all it takes to have me drunk.”

the reality was so far off of your impression of him. but then again it makes sense.

“do you do this often then? considering what we’re doing now?” you ask, purposefully leaning closer to him to the point you can feel each others breath.

“jealous are we?” he teases, pulling your hips closer to his.

“do you want the whole truth or should i just lie to get this over with so we can book a hotel room and have some fun” he asks, his hand reaching under your shirt, his finger lifting the underwire of your bra ever so slightly.

“if i ask for the whole truth is the hotel room offer still gonna be up?” you ask.

“of course, i’ll make you feel so good that even if you got blackout drunk your body will still remember everything when your mind doesn’t”

it wasn’t that you’ve never liked him, but you’ve also never hated him. he was someone you thought you would never be entangled with so you were indifferent. both of your lives were so different that there wasn’t going to be any reason the two of you would even speak. maybe it was the alcohol in your system but there’s something attracting you to him. something that makes you want to know him more and a little something that would make you sad to see him go.

“i want to know” you tell him.

“i don’t do these things with other people” he says.

“huh? but your frien-“

“my friends do, but i didn’t want to seem like the type of guy to flirt around and seem like an unfaithful partner around my crush. though i seem to have failed according to you”

you raise an eyebrow at suna who seemed to accuse you of ruining his character.

“did your crush reject you? considering you’re even willing to go to a hotel room with me” you act boldly, kissing his cheek while your hand caresses his body lower and lower. suna catches on quickly and grabs your naughty hand and presses to his mouth.

“i don’t think so but i don’t think they’re rejecting me since they’re so excited to go to the hotel room that they can’t keep their hands off of me”

[kawoala]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES . . . !? suna rintarou ; 3, part one.

╰ ⨳ word count ; .4k ( 452 )

╰ ⨳ content warning ; party scene 、 drinking 、 anxious! reader 、 blacking out 、 mention of vomit.

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you hate parties.

despite how many parties you went to during high school, or your freshman year of uni, despite the fact that you don’t hate drinking, despite the fact that you accepted the invitation to the party in the first place.

even as you were following rintarou into the house, stopping every so often so he could dap somebody up - he’s a popular guy, he says - you felt a deep sense of regret deep in your stomach, festering like a broken appliance; still functioning but in need of fixing.

you feel like your arms are permanently wrapped around your own body as you follow rintarou into the kitchen. it’s dimly lit, kind of dirty, but cozy. there are two men leaning on the corner, chatting away. rintarou introduces them as tatsuki and komori - the party hosts and his friends - and then immediately tells you to ignore all of komori’s attempts at flirting.

as you’re talking to the three boys about something random - komori had brought up his sports science class, which led rintarou to get on his ass about talking about school at a party, which somehow led to tatsuki bringing up their last party - a pair of arms wraps around your shoulders and squeezes.

you don’t have to turn around to know who it is. you turn around and return the grin that runa is giving you. “i thought you were supposed to be here before me?” you narrow your eyes playfully.

“ugh!” she lets out a dramatic groan, rolling her eyes. “i don’t even want to talk about it. hana takes seven years to get herself together.”

you laugh, and runa greets the three boys with a hug. you can see komori’s eyes light up as he hugs runa, then watch them go dull when she hugs tatsuki. you suspect this is why you should ignore all of his attempts. you glance over at rintarou, who raises his brows, making you giggle.

you don’t remember much after that. komori had pushed a red solo cup into your hand and, after confirming with runa that it was safe, you had downed it. you did the same with the next one he handed you. and the next one . . . and the next one.

you remember small things; sitting on the kitchen counter with the four of them, sitting on the living room floor - maybe playing spin the bottle, being rushed into a car and onto someone’s lap, subsequently throwing up in said car.

the last thing you remember is the yellow light of the bathroom at your new apartment. the smell of pine - cologne or shampoo, you’re not sure. soft hands ghosting across your skin. the taste of vomit in your mouth.

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[tacticaldiary]

Shaped With Love

PAIRING: Miya Osamu x Reader

SYNOPSIS: "Still with me?" He asks and it takes a second before she realises that a normal person would respond quicker. It's all static and white noise in her head, you can't blame her for being a little late to the game.

All that comes out is a half strangled hum of agreement.

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Over her shoulder, Osamu clicks his tongue.

"Stop hovering, you're distracting me!" She protests, trying in vain to cover as much of the embarrassingly misshapen riceball in her hands from view.

"I'm not even touchin' ya, baby." He snickers.

"Might as well be." Vaguely she wonders how the fuck shaping rice can be this hard. Five whole minutes later and she can still see the salmon filling peeking out. It's humiliating really, her only saving grace is the absence of Suna and his camera.

"That an invitation?" He says, voice low with a boyish charm that makes her pause and turn around questioningly. "Well if ya insist."

He crowds her back into the counter with a grin, warm hands running up and down her waist affectionately before they spin her back around. Her face flushes hot when his warm chest presses against her back, strong arms winding around her to rest on top of her own.

Caged in.

It's comfortable. Familiar, and despite the embarrassment that still faintly prickles at her, she finds herself relaxing, leaning back into him. He notices, if the silent laugh she feels vibrate deep in his chest is anything to go by.

Gently, he pries apart her hands to get a look at the mess.

There's a beat of silence. A low whistle.

"Damn, this is outta my paygrade, doll." He laughs, tightens his hold when she tries to wriggle out of it, affronted. "Quit that, I'll help ya out." Tossing...whatever that shape was to the side, he scoops some fresh rice out of the pot, the filling out of the pan.

"Ya gotta be gentle, yeah? Overworkin' the rice ruins it shape." He explains, guiding her hands to start shaping it into a triangle. It's coming together much better and far more quickly than when she's tried to solo it, but it difficult to pay attention.

Not when Osamu speaks in that quiet, patient baritone right next to her head, hot breath fanning across her ear. The hands around hers are calloused and much larger. Capable and steady as the guide her, and she fights the urge to tug them up to press a kiss to the pads of his fingers.

"Still with me?" He asks and it takes a second before she realises that a normal person would respond quicker. It's all static and white noise in her head, you can't blame her for being a little late to the game.

All that comes out is a half strangled hum of agreement.

"Good." Is all he says. She'd bet her savings that he's got that smug half smile on his face, amusement twinkling in his eyes. She's seen him make these before, it doesn't take this long. Osamu's dragging it out, the bastard knows exactly what he's doing.

"There, ya did it." He finally says shifting to brace himself on either side of her, chin hooking over her shoulder. "It's easy."

Miraculously, the onigiri he leaves in her hands is a perfect triangle, as good as the ones he packs to sell.

"Of course it's easy when you do it." She turns around in his arms. "You could do this in your sleep."

"It's just practice." He responds easily, watching her take a bite. "Not gonna share?" He raises a brow, smiling when she shoves at his chest playfully.

"No way, you're too smug-"

He presses close and kisses her, taking care to snake a hand behind to the small of her back so the counter doesn't dig into her when she leans back over it.

The food is forgotten, a pleasant warmth in her cheeks and a buzzing in her blood when he pulls away, staring at her in thought.

"What?" She giggles, a little puzzled.

"Nothin'." Osamu brushes their lips together with a smile. "Just thinkin' I should've made more fillings if I got to taste them off ya like this."

A smug laugh rumbles out of him as she buries her face in his shoulder.

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[miiyas]

GATEKEEP

summary: rintarou suna is the drummer of mini college band ‘UNDRGROUND.’ while struggling to write songs for their new album ‘GATEKEEP’ with the rest of the band, suna finds inspiration in you, a struggling college student unsure of what to do with her future.

cw: language, may be ooc, drinking, smoking, i don’t know instruments please bare with me, minor whiplash references, mitski song references, tba. tag list open

WORLD FAMOUS (undrground) || sports med + yn

TEASER VERSE ONE/PART ONE ONE: attendance streak TWO: basic high school chemistry THREE: atsumu needs a date. FOUR: brainstorm (storm.) FIVE: loser (bliss.) SIX: best friend SEVEN: growing priority (worth.) EIGHT: ghosted (storm, drum solo.) NINE: “because i’m just some girl who doesn’t know what she wants, and you’re going to be great, and i’m gonna be forgotten—” TEN: broken sticks

VERSE TWO/PART TWO ONE: silent bickering TWO: immature (make up.) THREE: always about you, FOUR: every song is always about you FIVE: rekindle SIX: concert day. SEVEN: down pour (carry me out, UNDRGROUND cover) EIGHT: mended sticks NINE: “you’re the breeze in my austin nights”

tags: @egoistars @nekozaki @fairywriter-oracle @dazqa @urslytherin @akaashislovee @akqchii @anqelkoz @asrichin

[ay4tou]

window neighbor | suna rintarou x reader

summary: it's hard gaining peace in a big world like this. especially when gaming. (un)fortunately, your insomniac neighbor doesn't keep his windows closed.

author's note: finally filling my haikyuu agenda (´ ε ` ) hehehe this took me a bit longer than i expected it to be (i was inspired by this) | masterlist

It’s 3 a.m. again. Your gaming chair is creaking as you lean back, groaning at your monitor. The match was supposed to be easy. An easy solo queue before bed.

But no. Your team decided to collectively forget how to play, and now you’re stuck babysitting four digital liabilities.

“Who the hell even runs into the enemy ult?” you mutter, smashing the keyboard with enough aggression to scare your poor keys. “What the fuck, man?! I swear, if I get matched with them again, I’m deleting this damn game.”

Your teammate dies (again), and you groan, turning your chair toward the kitchen for a midnight snack. But just as you stand up, you catch a familiar flicker of light from the window across the street.

There he is. Su...Sinu? Sina? Sona?

What was his name again?

He's also in his kitchen right now, of course. Your kitchen and room windows are directly across from each other, and they somehow always manage to be awake at the same ungodly hour as you. It also doesn't help that your neighbor has huge windows.

You squint. Tonight, he's hunched over a laptop, casually eating a bowl of cereal. You try to ignore the man, opening the fridge and grabbing a soda. But as you crack it open, you glance up again, just to check if he's noticed you.

He did.

Suna glances up lazily from their laptop, spoon halfway to their mouth. He meets your gaze, raises an eyebrow, and then smirks.

"Who the hell smirks in this situation?" You muttered to yourself.

You narrow your eyes and point at him accusingly through the window, mouthing, Why are you always awake?

He shrugs, as if to say, Why are you always awake?

The first time you noticed him, he was sitting in the kitchen at 2 a.m., wearing headphones and yelling at their screen.

Someone else raging at online games in the dead of night, just like you.

You thought it was hilarious.

But then you started noticing him every night. And not just gaming, he was always up to something ridiculous. You've even seen him build a gaming setup on the kitchen counter one night.

You weren’t proud of how often you found yourself glancing at his window. But in your defense, he started it. He'd catch your eye mid-game, smirk, and go back to the game like nothing happened.

Finally, one night, you’ve had enough.

Instead of grabbing your usual notebook for yet another passive-aggressive window message, you decide to try something new. You march into your bedroom, grab a neon sticky note, and write:

“Tired of staring? Join the game.”

You slap it onto the window and stepped back, arms crossed. Across the street, he notices immediately. He blinks at the note, squints to read it, and then gives you a thumbs-up.

You wait. You were unsure that he was serious until you see him disappear from his kitchen. A moment later, a notification comes up from your laptop. It’s a friend request. Finally.

[37/50] SunaRin wants to be friends.

Oh. His name was Suna.

You stare at the screen, heart thumping, before accepting. A message pops up almost instantly:

SunaRin: sup

SunaRin: wow r u a whale

SunaRin: ok lets see if ure as good as you pretend to be

Oh, it’s on.

The first game is chaos.

He’s reckless, diving headfirst into the 1v1, and somehow always coming out on top. Meanwhile, you’re scrambling to keep up, muttering curses under your breath as he racks up points.

ay4tou: can you like stop for a sec holy shit

SunaRin: lol not when im winning you loser

ay4tou: ???

You groan audibly, but when you glance out the window, you can’t help but notice the smug grin he flashes your way.

It just makes your blood boil.

The few days you've been playing with each other has been a roller coaster of anger, victory, and way too much caffeine.

But one day, your neighbor's usual antics suddenly stop.

You’re mid-game when his usual banter stops. He goes quiet, and his character stands still. You glance out the window to see him leaning back in his chair, staring at the ceiling with a frustrated expression.

ay4tou: whats your deal

SunaRin: im bored

SunaRin: lets do something else

ay4tou: wdym something else

A second later, your phone buzzes. It’s a message from him.

“I’m tired of staring at your kitchen window. Meet me outside in 10.”

Your first instinct is to ignore it. This is weird. This is out of bounds. But curiosity... and maybe something else you don’t want to admit wins out.

Ten minutes later, you’re standing awkwardly in front of your building, wondering if you’ve been pranked. But then you see him walking toward you, hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets, looking as weird as ever.

“Wow,” he says, stopping in front of you. “You actually showed up. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

You cross your arms. “What’s this about? I was about to win that match, by the way.”

“Sure you were.” He grins, and for the first time, it doesn’t look smug. It looks nice.

“I figured we’ve spent so much time trash-talking each other, we might as well do it in person.”

“What? You dragged me outside just to insult me face-to-face?” you say, but there’s no real bite in your tone.

“Pretty much,” he replies. “That, and I figured it’s about time I got to know my favorite neighbor.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Fine. But don’t think this means I’m buying coffee.”

“Oh, you’ll be buying it eventually,” he says, already walking toward the café down the street. “I’m just giving you a head start before I destroy you in tomorrow’s rematch.”

You follow, shaking your head but laughing under your breath. Turns out, losing a little sleep isn’t so bad when a new friend makes it worthwhile.

[hxltic]

Imagine being the anonymous girl Suna gets absolutely infatuated with at a friend’s party.

🎶 BLAME IT (CLUB MIX)- JAMIE FOXX (FEAT. T-PAIN)

🎶 NEW FLAME- CHRIS BROWN (FEAT. USHER & RICK ROSS)

YOU

He’s sitting comfortably on the couch amongst a group of other guys when you walk in. He doesn’t spot you yet since you direct yourself to the kitchen. Once you return with a drink in your hand, something light and fruity, it’s easy to locate who the coordinator of the party is, considering the entire living room revolves around their friend group and whatever game was on the TV.

Yeah the rest of them were attractive, you observe, but they clearly knew it, talking all loud and sending not-so-subtle flirts to the slightly tipsy girls around them.

Except him. He sat with his arm thrown over the back pillows, other hand grasping the solo cup as the music blares.

His dark brown hair falls over his low eyes, and it looks like he hasn’t said a single word— only sending small nods and lifting his lip the slightest bit into a smile every now and then.

Your thigh-high boots imperceptibly clack on the wood floor with your entrance, but the man’s eyes tell you he hears it. He’s sharp to his senses, making no question there isn’t alcohol in his system.

•———•

SUNA

His friends aren’t discussing anything in particular, just enjoying themselves, some even too much. Nobody was really watching the game anyway.

“Sunarin, ‘yer quiet today,” Atsumu turns to check up on him. He’s not as drunk as he usually gets around this time of night, so his intentions are good.

Aran retorts, “He’s always quiet,” shooting a quick message and taking another swig of his drink.

“Not really. He gets worse than me sometimes.”

This causes Suna to lift his back from the cushion of the couch to defend himself, inducing a hearty laugh from Atsumu (that would laugh at anything this intoxicated).

“Woah woah, let’s not go that far; I’ve seen you butt-ass naked on several unwarranted occasions.”

Atsumu shrugs and Suna rests his case, returning to his previous position, shaking his head at the audacity of the accusation, and bringing the cup to his lips. He resumes what he does best: watching.

It was a good sized party, and usually he knows who will show up, but when he heard you and felt the unknown presence, he knew he hadn’t ever seen you before. If he had, he wouldn’t have to stare as long as he did.

The boots accentuated your legs, stopping at your mid thigh and leaving about two inches of space between that and your tight leather skirt. The material was clinging to your skin in a desperate attempt to cover what it’s supposed to.

Your thighs were big even under the ruched fabric as well. Were you an athlete? Why hadn’t he seen you on campus?

Suna went to take another sip, but this time, the cup lingered at his mouth for a larger amount of time. As he trailed his eyes up your body, admiring the dip of your breasts into the low-cut, long sleeve shirt that was perfect for the cooler seasons in comparison to the bras and single strands of clothes he’s seen, all he’s thinking about is the best way to throw those long legs over his shoulders and which way to flick his tongue to make your hips twist. In fact, they sway back and forth when you walk.

Your plush lips reach the cup in your own hand as you sit on the smaller accent couch to the left of him. The thighs he loves must multiply when you cross your legs one over the other and they smash together, but Suna never even knew legs were a turn-on until he saw you.

Little did he know, the most sober of his friends followed his eyes.

He leans in close, “Fuck, look at that. An absolute dime if I’ve ever seen one.”

Suna ignores him, humming half-assedly in response— but if he had known he would take it as encouragement, he wouldn’t have done anything at all.

“Hold on.”

He rises from his seat, stalking over to you. The brunette watches the whole thing unfold. A classic.

He holds a hand out in hopes you’ll take it. You do.

He uses the opportunity to take a seat and ask you about your day or where you’re from. You answer.

He brushes your hair behind your ear, because it usually works.

Of course the irritation bubbles in his stomach, but it dies down as quickly as it came. Because he notices things his friend doesn’t.

Your shoulders are tense. Your smile doesn’t even reach the one you walked in with. The leg underneath the top one bounces. And the whole time, you were looking directly at Suna.

A shameless, intrigued stare the two of you shared. The conversation with the man beside you couldn’t have been interesting enough to engage in, but you probably would have felt bad, so you giggle fakely at him every now and then and nod your head. He raises your hand (that he never let go) and brings it to his lips.

Suna’s pride swells when you don’t acknowledge it. Instead, you gaze through eyes that haven’t fell from you since you walked in. With one last sip of his drink, Suna tests you, placing the empty cup on the coffee table in front of him while simultaneously grabbing his phone off it. This darts your eyes away and they trail along his movements, negating any doubts he possessed.

Suna smiles one last time and comes to his feet. If you were feeling anything like he was, you would follow behind him.

•———•

YOU

“Hey, where’s the bathroom?” You smile at the man before you sweetly. Poor thing, you don’t even remember his name.

Coincidently, he points the direction the mysterious guy went, asking if he needed to lead you there. Your hand pats lightly on his as you tell him it’s okay.

You clench the bag between your fingers and dodge through the crowd of people, only barely being able to keep the head of brown hair in your view. He didn’t even look back.

Finally, he opens the sliding door to the backyard and turns the corner. Of course, you follow.

It’s a little chilly even with only a few inches of your body out when you push the glass to the right, then turn around and close it behind yourself. You observe your surroundings: surprisingly taken care of grass with fallen leaves scattered around, a grill on the pavement, a fence going around the area. The only thing it’s missing are some lounge chairs.

“If I didn’t know any better,” you turn your head to the voice in the dark of night as he approaches you leisurely, “I’d say you were following me.”

His lip lifts upwards once reveals himself under the patio light. He doesn’t stop until he’s less than a foot from you, taller than you’d imagine him sitting down and even more overwhelming when you’re alone.

You retort, making sure to cross your arms and tilt your head just as he did his, “Oh come on. You mean to tell me you didn’t plan this?”

His eyes flicker to your arms, then your chest.

You remind him, “My eyes are up here.”

This catches his attention, eventually morphing his smile into a downturned one. Then he’s moving again, pushing his arms back, shrugging the jacket off, and reaching around your body to throw it over your shoulders.

It was then you realized. You had falsely accused him of thinking about something he shouldn’t have been thinking about.

•———•

SUNA

He was definitely thinking about something he shouldn’t have been thinking about.

He should have never looked down.

The hanging gold jewelry rested just before the divot of your breasts. It was then he noticed the bumps prickling at your skin that signify your temperature, but even though there was good intent, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about other things that would rest perfectly between them. His hand, the growing tent in his black jeans, perhaps.

Your cheeks flush red at the gesture, and the embarrassment reveals itself in the lightness of your voice when you tell him thank you. You press your arms through the jacket and leave it unzipped.

“You can’t get embarrassed on me now.” Suna brings his finger to pinch under your chin. He brushes away the hair in your face from the cool breeze, making you close your eyes as a reflex, then stuffs the hand in his pocket. “Saw the way you were looking.”

And maybe he should have kept the hair there. And maybe he should have stayed in his seat. Because now when your eyes flutter open as he looks down at you, closer, willfully giving him control, he sinks in orbs that could easily end a man. They swam with want, still managing to be big and deer-like even with the desire lurking behind them. The only way he knew it was there was by the way you wouldn’t look back at his own eyes, but his lips.

“You were too.” Your voice floats through his ears, and you finally catch his gaze, but you can’t pick an eye to look in. His thumb comes to prod at your fluffy lip.

“You walk in like that and expect me not to? Look at you.”

He taps your hip with a finger, then nudges you around so your back is to his front. Your fingers gather the hair between you two and pull it to the side.

He presses up close, making sure his breath fans on your neck and his hands are gliding up your body. From this high angle he could really admire all of your chest that was on display for him, even as he was pressing light kisses just under your ear. They were warmth in the cold.

His fingers roll over your shoulders that are covered by his jacket. “In this dark, green shirt that matches your skin perfectly.”

“Yeah?” You smile. The last thing you thought he’d say is something you were contemplating while getting dressed. You’re quite glad you didn’t pick the baby blue dress.

“Yeah.” He sighs back. His touch creeps downwards, to your upper back, then under your arms and to the side of both your mounds. He doesn’t squeeze them together, but gently rolls his hands around the front. “Paired with your great posture, so your tits sit pretty.”

You release a satisfied humming sound that stills in the air. When he’s done feeling there, he slides down to your hips, rubbing circles into your back with his thumb using one hand, and the other lining the waistband of the leather skirt.

“And this little skirt that leaves little to imagination.” His voice gets impossibly lower when he says this one, reverberating through your core.

Before you can fall too deep into his complements, you quickly turn yourself around and rebut in the best way you know how to. Aggression.

“Is that all? Or do you want to flatter me some more?” You giggle, gripping onto his hands giddily. You have to stand on tiptoes to reach his lips.

“I can go all day.”

You try to ignore the innuendo and instead focus on the softness of his touch. The cold reddens his cheeks, softening his otherwise sharp features.

“What happened to ‘hello?’ Or ‘My name is?’”

He chuckles, and it’s a more than fulfilling sound. “I think you forget the part where you followed me out here. What if I was a murderer?”

“You wanted me to.”

“I did.”

“And you aren’t a murderer.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You would have killed me by now!”

He shakes his head, “Nah, I would’ve kept you around. Too pretty to die like that.”

You shine a bright smile at him and it’s like his world stops. Your face is all red from the complements or the cold, he doesn’t know, but even just holding onto you while you joke outside is enough for him.

“Hello, my name is Suna. Rintarō.”

“Suna.” You parrot. He tightens his grip on your hands. “What?”

“It sounds better when you say it.”

You decide to try and press his buttons like he’s done you so far. “It’ll sound even better if I’m screaming it, Rintarō.”

You almost trip with how suddenly he tugs you to his body by your hands, making sure to catch you as he was sure you’d stumble. One hand is firm on your waist while the other is at your nape to crane your neck up to him. Like a switch flips.

“I can arrange that,” he groans into your lips, then he passionately connects them while pulling you closer to him.

(He never got your number and only did once he attended every party after that)

[luvtsumu]

could yall imagine msby4, osamu and suna all at your grad at the same time!!!! i think it'd be so hectic and endearing :-(

they'd all come with their own boquet of flowers, probably having coordinated prior on what they're getting you!! the agreement was definitely small bouquets so that you'd at least be able to carry them all (BUT???? WHY WOULD BOKUTO NOT GIVE YOU AN ENTIRE GARDEN???? YOU DESERVE IT!!!!!)

atsumu is def a bit annoyed that bokuto got a bigger bouquet for you, BUT atsumu is the only one who got you a cute helium balloom!!

they'd be early to the ceremony, seeing you before and after!! you told them that it wasn't important for them to come so early (you had to be there 90 mins prior to the ceremony itself to get your gown, degree, and professional photos taken) but they insisted

they as in hinata, bokuto and atsumu... they just couldn't wait

sakusa, osamu and suna were more than happy to arrive on time... but for carpooling purposes and actually being able to find parking, going all together was the better choice

but what's 90 minutes?!?!??! time went by so fast with the number of pictures you got with them even before you got your gown

you'd obviously get solo pictures with everyone, all of them smiling in their photos that'd let everyone know how proud they are of you!!!

hinata definitely has his cheek pressed up against yours (careful not to smudge any of your make up though if you're wearing any!!), has an arm around your shoulders, and has his other pointing at your degree with you hold it! his smile is so bright and his eyes squint up. he giggles as you two take the photo which ends up making you laugh and show the camera a cheesy smile.

bokuto would have an arm around your shoulders too!! resting his cheek on top of yours and practically caging you as he gives the camera two thumbs up!! you'd smile big and mimic his pose which gets everyone laughing since you honestly give off "mini me" vibes with him

atsumu for sssuuurrreee sticks his tongue out in his photo with you. arm around your shoulders--not really since he puts up a peace sign behind your head to give you bunny ears--and his other hand pointing towards you. he'd wink at the camera too and they'd end up catching a photo of you rolling your eyes at him (that's the one he'd post LMAO)

sakusa, of course, is a little more reserved--but he's so proud of you and your accomplishments!! his arm still wraps around you respectfully and he smiles for the camera. he takes off his mask completely for you so you both get a good photo. he's definitely the most formal when it came to taking a photo with you (but anyone would be able to see how happy he is to see you graduating with the way his eyes squint up and his smile looks so natural)

osamu is super natural when taking a photo with you!! he's got an arm around your waist which atsumu calls him out for (he flips atsumu off LOL) and you laugh. someone gets a picture of this before the actual proper pose hahahaha. he'd tilt his head towards you and point at your degree, his smile cheesy and body language proud

suna, same as osamu tbh, but he practically headlocks you with how close he brings you with his arm. he smiles, rests his cheek against your head, and smiles at the camera while pointing at your degree. his smile is smth everyone gets caught off guard with--since when was he so soft?!

during the ceremony, the rowdy ones get restless because why the hell is it taking so long ahlddjsjdjdjdj but!!!!!

as soon as they see you getting ready to walk, they're EXCITED

everyone is up from their seats, clapping and cheering for you as loud as they can (except maybe sakusa, but he's still definitely standing and clapping obnoxiously loud) as soon as your name is called and they cheer allllll the way until you walk off the stage

the rest of the graduates and audience laugh at their enthusiasm, but, of course, find it endearing as they're yelling things along the lines of "that's our graduate!!!" "walk that stage y/n!!!!" "i love you!!!! give me your autograph!!!" "thats 40 thousand dollars right there!!!!"

and of course some people know who they are!!! you're definitely the talk of the town and some people are jealous you've got the rowdy volleyboys cheering you on so excitedly!!

after the ceremony, more pictures are taken (lots of group photos and silly ones too!!) and this time even with your family.

your family thanks them for coming and comments on how hilarious it was to hear them cheering. it gives them a great feeling (esp one of comfort!) knowing that you are loved so dearly by others!

the boys are also invited for dinner and who are they to say no?!?!?!?

later, they're definitely all posting photos on instagram!! hinats posts on his story and makes an actual post for you--he filmed your walk and definitely posted that, probably captioning it with "slaying their best slay rn 😫" LMAO,,, he also makes a cute collage of you, obviously wanting to highlight YOU as the graduate, for his story. for his post, he makes a photo of you two together the first photo, followed by a bunch more, a group photo, and then his favourite solo picture of you giving a cheesy smile to the camera as you hold up your degree!! he'd caption his post with a short cheesy paragraph about being proud of you and knowing you'll have a great future

bokuto also posts a video of your walk on his story and his yelling is so loud 😭😭😭 everyone who watches it definitely turns down their volume LOL but it's super sweet!! he follows it with a photo of you two together and just sticker bombs it. he also makes a post, making the first picture one he took of the bouquet he got you, then his favourite picture of the both of you, following it with more duo photos, a group photo, and even a photo of him and the boys while they waited. he captioned it with "SO HAPPY FOR @ YNUSERNAME !!! CONGRADS AND REMEBER ME WHEN YOU'RE FAMOUS!!! LOVE YOU!!!!!!!"

atsumu spams his story of your entire graduation actually LOL it started with him getting ready, him with osamu, the both of them getting you each a bouquet, him getting a balloon, them meeting up with the other boys, the hectic car ride that consisted of a loud karaoke session much to sakusa's (the driver) dismay, a video of them seeing you for the first time and how your face lit up, two 6-photo collages before the ceremony (mostly pictures of the both of you striking many different poses), a video of you getting ready to walk and him saying "it's happeenninng!", a video of you walking and his screaming (he's the one who yelled that he loves you and wants an autograph for suuurree), and bunncch of photos afterwards. he posts one group photo followed by his favourite photo of the two of you on his feed and captions it with "so proud of this scholar!!! c's get degrees!" and you're definitely defending your honour in the comments when you eventually see the post LMAO

sakusa, more reserved tbh, posts a picture of you walking the stage on his story! he has a video but thats for safekeeping and he fucking hates how loud atsumu was jsdkdjshdkdjsjdj anyways,,,, he tags you in the story, follows it with a cute photo collage with a couple cute stickers that said congrats! and some confetti, and he also posts a group photo on his feed. he captions it with something sweet and simple! "congradulations to @ ynusername. so proud of you and your success :-)"

osamu posts a video of you walking on his story (volume included LOL) and he's also cheering for you! a part of the video he posts, the camera turns to him and suna and they both exaggerate their cheering. they laugh together but it gets cut off (((and everyone who views it replays it just to see that part again))))). he posts a lot of pictures on his story, so obviously proud of you, and he also gets pictures at dinner! he's late for the actual feed post because he forgot LOL and the first picture is of him, you and atsumu together! it's a silly photo, of course, and it's follow by proper ones, duo photos, a group photo, and a cute picture of you! he captions it with "sry it's late :P happy grad to our happy grad <3" and ofc the boys put him on blast for being late

suna is similar to atsumu (not surprisingly) but not as aggressive. he definitely makes it more mysterious as to where he's going on his story as he posts a mirror selfie of him all dressed up (practically a thirst trap ugh....) and even posts the cute bouquet he got you without context LOL. after that, the next story post is a video of you scurrying over to him and the rest of the group. he posts a picture of the two of you together (def a .5 pic) and captions it with a simple "with the cutest graduate" !! of course he films your walk, posts it, and follows it with a collage of photos! his post for his feed is of the two of you (his favourite photo ofc), followed by a group photo, one with the boys, one with osamu and sakusa, a selfie, and then a silly one of you (probably a picture of you zoned out during dinner because of how tired you were LOL). he captions it with "cograds @ ynusername B] slay your best slay 🫰🏼"

anyway 😭😭😭 grad with these guys would definitely be so much fun

[cherrysurf]

hiiii!!! i am asking for the event hehe 😝so im gonna do a dance party after dark and for my drink can i have a strawberry mint mojito 🤓🤲 (i am very much a minor and not able to drink) with oikawa or suna you can choose pookie <33 i cant wait i love your writing!!!

hii twisha my love and dw in the clerb we all fam ;) LOLL

warnings: tattoo suna au, mentions of alcohol

i hope you love your stay here at evara resort….

It was your second stay at evara you had been passing the time splendidly it was now around 11pm and time for the dance party after dark event that they were having by the beach area of the resort you decided to wear your super cute beach dress and strap sandals and your hair loosely curled in a beach wavy hairstyle and light makeup but very glittery, as you arrive you decide to head to the bar you order a strawberry mint mojito to star the night now waiting by the bar for your drink you see a tall green eyed man with dark hair who looked like a mystery he had some tattoos that complimented he strong figure with his dark hair, now as you get your drink you head off to a seated area near the dance floor but close enough to the beach where you can hear the waves crashing back n forth you sit and just admire the atmosphere of it all till your view is interrupted by a tall dark figure “hey is this seat taken?” he asks, it was the man that you saw at the bar not too long ago. “no not at all” you say looking up at him staring into his eyes “cool thanks.” he says bluntly. Now as you’re starting to get a little nervous because of how attractive this man was, you start chugging your drink back, after that you break the silence “so what brings you here?” you say all of a sudden in a mood to talk possibly because of the alcohol “well i sorta came in this vacation with friends there actually the doofuses on the dance floor right now” he says pointing at the two boys who looked like twins one with blonde hair and the other with gray hair, you snort at the horrid sight of them dancing “ahh i see they must be fun” you say with a slight chuckle “yeah until there not how about you tho?” he responds “well i came because i like to solo travel a lot it brings me peace in a way” you say quickly no hesitation knowing the alcohol clearly had you spewing whatever you thought of “that’s cool i respect that might have to try it for my next trip” he says as he leans back on the chair “yeah you should i recommend it to anyone who wants to find themselves a bit more” you say looking at him as the colored lights dance on his face admiring his features. he looks at you with a tiny smile “hey id want to hangout maybe tomorrow if you’re free, i would’ve suggested tonight but i have to babysit dumb and dumber” he says locking eyes with you with a laugh “yeah i'd like that, we can exchange numbers” you say with a smile and cheeks clearly flushes not only from the alcohol this time tho “of course but for now why don’t you keep me company until they want to leave” he says with a sly smirk on his face clearly with confidence of alcohol as well. “i thought you’d never ask” you say smiling back

[teamatsumu]

Helloooo! I'm just thiiiiis happy you're open to hearing requests because I adore your writing so much!

I'm flying a lot this year for work and weddings and whatnot, and I'd love your take on Haikyuu characters travelling solo overseas on a plane! How they react if they're seated next to a cute reader and do/don't make any moves, or they're a complete mess and somehow miss the flight - whatever your thoughts may be on them as passengers 😊

Akaashi, Suna, Osamu have been on my mind but I'd honestly eat up anything you write about anyone really ❤️

Ohhhh my god i love this idea my thoughts are RACING

AKAASHI:

He is very quiet on planes, I think. Keeps to himself, doesn’t bother anyone. Definitely gets a window seat, doesn’t get up to use the bathroom unless it’s absolutely necessary. His flights are uneventful at best, and he manages to finish that one book he was slowly reading over the last few weeks.

If he is seated next to someone he finds cute, he doesn’t say anything about it. He will look at you from the corner of his eye, tiny glances every now and then, but he won’t bother you. But if you initiate conversation, he will definitely engage in it. And quite enthusiastically too. You nearly fly off your seat when you realize he works as a manga editor, and Akaashi happily answers all your wonderous questions. He thinks you’re enthusiasm on the subject is contagious, and he feels elated when you ask for his number near the end, because he is not sure if he would have the courage to.

SUNA:

Suna also minds his own business. He has his laptop, his phone, and a good pair of noise canceling headphones. He is set for the trip. He is someone who puts his comfort above all. Meaning his own pillow and blanket, and even more comfortable slippers for longer flights. He is about to have the time of his life.

But then he notices that his neighbor is cute, way cuter the more he looks, and he can’t help but have half his attention on whatever you’re doing. He might comment on something too, and if you respond positively, that can spark conversation. He doesn’t talk more if he thinks it’s bothering you. Suna knows his boundaries. But he is not shy, and he is sure he can use his wit to create a little friendship and maybe get your number by the time you two get off the flight.

OSAMU:

Osamu is a patient flier by all means. Between him and Atsumu, he always guns for the window seat, and often gets his way too after a few choice words and winning a few petty bets. When he is traveling alone, he exclusively gets a window seat, even if he has to pay extra. And of course, he needs to know what they are serving on the plane.

Okay here’s my Osamu headcanon, he does not like plane food. And he has a habit of mumbling under his breath about it. Usually, people who complained about it would annoy you, but the boy next to you has this thick accent and is speaking in a dialect you haven’t heard before, that you find extremely funny.

You indulge him, and he opens up immediately. He complains about the food and you echo his opinions. Before you know it, you are having a fiery discussion on food, and Osamu is seconds away from kissing you on the spot when you say that you think Udon is the best noodle.

Time flies by with him, and you get off the plane with promises that you would visit Onigiri Miya for a free meal soon.

[beebabae]

Im in love w rockstar! Suna 😫 do you think hed be a solo performer or part of a band (+who would be a part of the band)? 👀

thinking about rockstar bf!suna who is a part of a band with his best friends aran oijiro, atsumu miya, and osamu miya.

rockstar bf!suna who sings lead vocals while playing electric guitar, aran who plays the electric guitar, atsumu who plays drums, and finally osamu who plays bass.

rockstar bf!suna who’s singing the filthiest lyrics about how much he loves his gorgeous girlfriend with a raspy, almost distressed, whiny voice that drives the band’s fans absolutely insane. his trance inducing singing voice paired beautifully with his and aran’s notably skillful strumming of their respective dark red and light yellow electric guitars, atsumu’s riveting display of unexpected talent with his fast drumming on the drumset, as well as osamu’s captivating strumming flow on his dark navy bass.

you and kita are definitely their biggest supporters. <3

+ ik this is gonna sound sooo delulu but rin sings like deftone's lead singer, chino n a hint of alex g. :)

✩ sincerely, b. <3

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KISS! KISS! (FALL IN LOVE?)

synopsis: kiyoomi's had a crush on you for the longest. leave it to atsumu to play matchmaker.

warnings: truth or dare gone wrong (gone right ???), akaashi and bokuto are a couple bc i say so, swearing, drinking, idk how they all know each other but they do, what timeline is this in, had so much fun writing this, heated kiss (spoilers hehehe), this was so self indulgent but who cares!!!

IT'S loud.

music passes through sakusa's body, the heaviness of the bass bouncing through his chest. there's so much going on, so many distractions. there's couples grinding on each other, sweaty bodies moving to the rhythm of the music. there's a small crowd of people doing body shots in the kitchen; a group of friends sparking up in the living room.

despite the chaos of atsumu's house party, all he sees is you.

with one leg thrown over the other, you're seated on the old couch talking to a friend, looking absolutely divine. sakusa takes a sharp breath when you let out a laugh, giggling at something your friend told you, flashing your pretty smile and lighting up the room.

"will you just talk to her? if you like her, you should say somethin' now."

taking a sip from his red solo cup, kiyoomi entertains the thought for a second, before dismissing it entirely. shaking his head, he pleads innocence, "i have no idea what you're talking about."

because you're completely out of his league, he thinks to add.

"aw, c'mon! anyone can see you're head over heels for her!" atsumu throws his hands up, "do it for me, please? 'm sick of seein' ya like this."

kiyoomi sighs, leaning against the wall of the corner he's currently occupying, "just drop it, would you? i'm not going over there."

"but it's my birthday! what kind of wingman would i be if i get you go home a virgin?"

"i said drop it," kiyoom's face burns at atsumu's accusation, "i'm here for osamu anyways." atsumu scoffs.

"fine. if you don't so something i will," atsumu threatens.

before kiyoomi can grasp what was just said to him, atsumu downs the remainder of his cup, tossing it on the floor and strutting over to where you and your friend sit.

mortified, sakusa stands helplessly as atsumu kisses you on the cheek in greeting, before extending his finger to kiyoomi, whispering something in your ear. sakusa can't make out what your response is, but he sure as hell doesn't miss the way you stand with atsumu, linking your arm with his. atsumu gives a thumbs up and a wink, the both of you heading his way.

sakusa feels his eyes widen with every step you take, until you stand in front of him. he hopes you can't tell that he's nervous.

up close, you're even prettier.

"c'mon, oomi, let's go someplace quieter," atsumu waves him an invitation, leading him across the crowded house and through the sliding doors, joining the small crew of people on porch. everyone's sitting in plastic lawn chairs arranged in a circle, a small bonfire in the middle.

he recognizes the few familiar faces from volleyball, feeling relieved at the sight of akaashi. as long as he's here, things shoudn't get too crazy, then.

watching you rush to the circle, jealousy burns in sakusa's stomach at the sight of you greeting everyone, envious that everyone seemingly knows you better than he does. how the hell does everyone know you?

"oomi!" bokuto calls, snapping him out of his feelings, "it's good to see you, man! take a seat!"

"we're talking shit about kageyama!" hinata giggles, a deep red hue spread across his cheeks and nose.

"you're talking shit about kageyama. the rest of us are trying to have an actual conversation," suna corrects, amusement clear on his face.

"ya don' have to look so scared, oomi-oomi. sit your ass down, you're makin' me nervous." atsumu winks at him, a knowing grin on his face. kiyoomi wants to punch him.

sakusa hadn't realized he looked out of place, still standing by the door as if he were afraid of the people out here. shoving a hand in his pocket, he stalks over to where everyone sits, sending a particularly harsh glare towards atsumu.

kiyoomi can't decide if he's the luckiest man alive or a hated by the universe, because the only open seat is next to you. he lowers himself in the plastic chair, his resolve crumbling as seconds go by.

"hey," a voice calls to him. sakusa thinks he's about to explode, turning his head to the origin of the voice, he's met with your gentle features, "you're sakusa, right?" you aren't even trying to seduce him, but the way you bat your mink lashes sends him spiraling, "you're the only one here i don't know. i'm y/n." you finish.

sakusa feels himself blinking owlishly at the sudden conversation. forcing himself to clear his throat after a few nervous seconds of staring, he nods his head, "yeah, you can call me kiyoomi, though," taking a sip from his drink, he hopes the blush on his face will be accredited to the contents of his cup.

"okay, kiyoomi," manicured nails tap the sides of your cup, "it's nice to meet you, then."

"likewise," he states, upset that he didn't have more material to keep the conversation going, deflating at the thought of you finding him boring.

you're the complete opposite of him; you're bold and friendly, striking up dialogue with everyone as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

getting pulled into another conversation, he watches your bright eyes engage with everyone in the circle, your charisma shining through. not having much to add to the conversation, he listens to everyone's banter, sliding in a sly remark when he could.

it's a nice atmosphere; the music isn't as loud out here and the air isn't stuffy. it's just good friends celebrating a birthday. sakusa feels himself relax more in his chair.

"guys! we should play truth or dare!" hinata beams, his sudden burst of energy startling everyone. suna scoffs, chucking at his antics.

"i think it'll be fun!" bokuto agrees, akaashi solemnly nodding his head as well.

"if there's nothing better to do," shrugs osamu.

"god, you guys are like highschoolers," you jab, but there's no venom behind your words, "let's do it."

"well? are you in, oomi-oomi?" atsumu nudges him, but his eyes hold a level of mischievous that makes sakusa nervous. all eyes on him, how could he say no?

"yeah," kiyoomi nods, "let's play. who's going first?"

"i wanna go first," suna quips, a deviant look in his eye, "this one's for akaashi. truth or dare?"

akaashi looks confused, but responds nonetheless, "truth."

suna gives a knowing smile, "my second year," he starts, "there was a fancy training camp that a buncha' schools went to. it was boujee as hell and they even let us pick who we would room with. anyways, i was the lucky bastard who got the room next to you and bokuto."

bokuto gets uncharacteristically quiet as akaashi flushes red, "okay? you're yet to ask a question, suna."

chuckling, suna takes a swig from his heineken, shaking his head, "there is no question. your reaction told me all i needed to know."

the circle erupts in hooting and hollering, atsumu doubled over in laugher. even kiyoomi stifles a chuckle.

"that's not fair! that was a targeted question!" bokuto whines.

"oh boo-hoo, there's no rules against it," suna jokes, "akaashi it's your turn."

if looks could kill, suna would be dead.

"fine," akaashi glares at suna, before taking a deep breath and selecting his target, "atsumu. truth or dare?"

"i ain't no pussy," still laughing at the implications of suna's averted question, he bares his teeth in a wide smile, "i chose dare. give me your best shot."

"i dare you—" akaashi smirks like a predator who's just cornered it's prey, "—to share with the rest of us why you and your girlfriend broke up."

hinata's mouth drops open. sakusa freezes mid-sip. everyone's hand flies to cover their mouths.

"oh shit," osamu chimes, biting his lip to seal away any giggles.

"oh, will you—will you guys cut it out!" atsumu flails his arms around, exasperated, "—i'm not made of glass or anythin'. we broke up because we broke up. simple."

"you used so many words to say so little," osamu prods.

"it's obvious you're not over her," bokuto states, as if he were the only person to come to this conclusion.

"oh, shut it. i answered the damn question, so we're moving on!"

"he's definitely not over her," bokuto whispers. atsumu pretends he didn't hear that.

"—oomi-oomi. truth or dare?" sakusa's brows perk up at the sudden attention.

"truth," he states flatly, "i don't trust any dares coming from you."

"boooooo!" atsumu calls loudly, "don't be such a party pooper! chose dare!"

"no, you're going to embarrass me."

"quit bein' a coward," atsumu challenges, knowing he doesn't want to look like a wimp in front of you, "what's the worst that could happen?"

"fine," sakusa grits his teeth, "dare."

atsumu smirks.

"i dare you to kiss y/n."

that. that was the worst that could happen. sly bastard.

"what the fuck? i'm not doing that, atsumu."

"why not? scared of a little bit of action, oomi-oomi?"

"no," his face burns, "y/n didn't consent to a kiss, you sick fuck. this is textbook sexual harassment."

"oh?" atsumu pipes up at this flawed admission, "so if y/n gave you permission, you'd kiss her?"

sakusa doesn't speak, but his silence expresses enough. atsumu leans his head back in laughter.

"what am i going to do with you two, hmm?" he questions to no-one in particular, tilting his head in your direction, "y/n," he calls.

"truth or dare?"

"it's not her turn!" hinata quips.

"shhhh!" akaashi shushes him, mumbling something about wanting to see how this would turn out.

you sigh, "i know what you're doing, miya."

"you're avoidin' the question."

"it's not going to work, you know."

"then just pick." he persists.

"miya!"

"truth or dare, y/n?"

you hold your breath, "truth."

"do you want sakusa to kiss you?"

biting their cheeks in anticipation, everyone waits for your crushing reply. sakusa wishes the earth would just swallow him whole.

"yes."

sakusa almost spits out his drink.

"then what are you waiting for? kiss dammit!" atsumu commands.

the earth seems to stand still, the bass of the music drowning out completely. you want to kiss him. it takes everything in sakusa to hold back a smile and he briefly thinks he owes atsumu his life.

turning to look at you, he speaks softly, "you don't have to do this, you know. literally nothing would happen if we didn't complete the dare."

"you don't have to freak out, it's just a kiss." you shrug, hoping he can't tell how badly you want this, "if you don't want to kiss me, you can just say that."

"i didn't say that."

"then stop panicking." you insist, offering a shy smile, "if it makes you feel any better, i'll—"

"quit stallin'!" atsumu shouts, clearly pleased with himself.

sakusa's eyes flicker to your lips, "sorry in advance."

leaning over his arm rest, a callused hand caresses the side of your neck, pulling you into him. the sensation of your lips against his sends his nerves into a frenzy. it's a brief kiss that doesn't last for very long, and sakusa slowly pulls away to get a look at you.

there's something about this damned angle that makes you look so enchanting. the brightness of the fire and the illumination from the moonlight seem to be working against him, only tempting him more. despite them both, your eyes seem to be shining the brightest, captivating him in an inviting gaze that asks for more. his fingers twitch with the urge to touch you.

his eyes flicker down to your lips once again. he finds you doing the same. no words are exchanged, but you move in sync nonetheless.

"fuck it."

throwing caution to the wind, he pulls you back to him, your lips meeting once again. tilting his head to kiss you deeper, he nearly let's out a groan when he feels your palm rest on the nape of his neck, light fingers toying with the fine hairs found there. sakusa thinks he hears cheering, but he can't seem to focus on anything else besides your soft lips moving against his.

his tongue reaches out to swipe against your lips to test the waters, and you take the liberty of pulling him closer, using the back of his head to shield you both from wandering eyes.

more comfortable in the new-found privacy, he kisses you with more passion, biting your lip and experimenting with tongue, confidence burning in his veins when you let out a squeak. your lips move in a rhythm that makes him wish you two were alone out here, but sakusa knows this is as far as this should go.

satisfied with himself, he pulls away, basking in the intoxicated look in your eye, the string of saliva previously connecting the two of you breaks when you both move back into your seats.

nobody says a word.

"stop staring, perverts. you should've taken a picture so it would last longer."

"yeah, if you wanna keep watching, it's five bucks from each of you," you joke.

atsumu reaches for his wallet instantly. osamu reaches to stop him.

"i thought sakusa was gonna whip out his dick." suna snorts.

kiyoomi's face burns at his accusation because the thought did cross his mind, actually.

"pretty sure i heard y/n moan," akaashi prods.

"girl—" bokuto gives you a pointed look, "—you better take him home with you. tonight."

hinata nods, "did you see the way he kissed her? he went back for seconds!"

laughing at their energy, you turn to gage sakusa's reaction, "i'm with shoyo on this one. if you're gonna kiss me like that, at least take me on a date first."

sakusa blushes further, not trusting himself to speak. atsumu takes the liberty to speak for him.

"holy fuck, i'm the matchmaking god. come to me for all your relationship needs."

"i'm not asking a single guy for realtionship advice." osamu picks at his nails mindlessly.

"this again? i told you, it was a mutual breakup—"

"sho!" you beam, cutting them both off, "truth or dare?"

"dare!" hinata calls.

you grin, "try your best to suduce bokuto. lap dances, a strip tease, whatever—give it your best shot."

hinata lets out a bright stream of giggles, already standing to remove his shirt, "you're on!"

akaashi visibly pales.

the game continues on and one by one, the small crowd gets even smaller as people bid their goodbyes and happy birthdays to the hosts.

at one point, you dance with hinata and bokuto, yelling something about a hot girl summer. suna shows you tiktoks on his phone and akaashi teaches you how to play minsweeper. osamu shares his chips with you as atsumu plays with your hair. you fit in so well, everyone just clicks to you.

the patio crew are the only stragglers left, finally standing from their seats and heading inside to help clean up the aftermath of the party.

nobody speaks of the sexual tension between you and sakusa for the rest of the night, but it's painfully obvious to anyone within six feet of you two. something warm blooms in his chest when he watches you stumble around the house, more drunk on sleep than anything else, and he finds the courage to speak to you.

"did you have a good time?"

"hmm?" you attempt to blink the sleep from your eyes, leaning over to pick up solo cups from the floor, "oh, yeah. tonight was fun."

"it almost ended before it started. atsumu wanted to put 'pink + white' on his birthday playlist."

laughing at how awful that would've been, you snort, "i guarantee he would have burst into tears at the chorus." sakusa chuckles, enjoying this moment he gets to share with you.

briefly, kiyoomi sends up a quick prayer who whoever is listening.

"hey, uh," sakusa scratches the back of his neck, his heart hammering in his ears, "earlier you mentioned something about a date. is that offer still on the table?"

"yeah," standing straight, you try your best to seem relaxed, "what did you have in mind?"

"next saturday. are you free?"

"the freest."

"great," he feels a weight lift off his shoulders, "i'll pick you up at seven?"

"seven works fine," you offer a shy smile, "see you then."

BYE I LOVE FICS WHERE THEY'RE ALL ONE BIG FAMILY IDC IF ITS CORNY

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Suna opened the door and a heavy sigh escaped his lips.

It was raining and the chill of the night carried a light smell of dump leaves and dirt from the plants Suna kept outside, next the doormat of his apartment... it mixed with the unmistakable iron scent.

“What the fuck do you want?” His voice was quiet but sharp, cutting through the silence. It was past midnight. Maybe even later...

The low chuckle that followed was too soft to match the sight in front of him -Osamu, bruised and bloodied, drenched in rain. And Suna hated it, because it made him feel a familiar warmth inside his guts way too easily.

“Just wanted to check on ya, sleep-deprived ass.”

Immediately Suna shut the door. He nearly slammed it on Osamu's fingers, but the hand caught the frame just in time.

“Osamu,” Suna grumbled frustrated as he shoved the door opened. "Osamu,” he called him again, his voice stern.

But the brown haired twin stepped inside the apartment anyway. A hand with bloodied knuckles on the door and the other sliding on Suna's waist.

“Osamu...”

His voice was too weak and the thump of the closing door covered it. Feet shifted until Suna's back was pressed against the wall. Osamu's body caged him, incredibly warm despite the dampness of his clothes.

“I missed ya...” Osamu's lips found the soft skin of his neck, murmuring against him.

Suna's hands gripped Osamu's shoulders tightly, unsure if he wanted to push him away or pull him closer.

“You're drunk... and beaten up.”

The retort fell on deaf ears.

And Suna gasped softly as Osamu's lips started to trail wet kisses down his neck. Suna's body trembled under the slow and deliberate touch.

“Lemme stay tonight.”

Suna shook his head at his pleading.

“No-”

“I'll be gone in the mornin'-”

“Exactly.”

His tone was harsh, made up from self-defence.

But Osamu always knew how to make his knees weak.

“Then I'll make ya breakfast...”

Osamu's hands squeezed gently Suna's waist, bringing their bodies flush together.

“Just lemme-”

“I hate you.”

Suna's words came out in a breathless murmur.

“I love ya too, Rin.”

In the morning, Suna woke up to an empty bed and tangled sheets.

The lingering cologne on the pillow beside him was already fading.

From the kitchen, the smell of breakfast drifted in.

But the apartment remained silent.

Suna could hear only his heartbeat stop for the common disappointment.

It was always the same.

Osamu made him lick his bloody bruises clean...

Just to leave him with only one for himself, right above the pulsing point of his neck.

[PS. This is inspired by the lyrics sentence “Ma te lo dico subito tu non venire qui se poi cerchi solo un brivido, lasci solo un livido” from Rubini.]