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its so easy to love him

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fwb - jung hoseok

contains gn!reader (no pronouns or gendered terms), angst >:), fwb, unhappy ending, implied smut, college au

summary you walk in on hoseok with someone else, but you’re just friends with benefits, aren’t you?

words 1.3K

note(s) has my angst improved 👁👁? also me already having another request finished?? weird

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you sighed, falling back onto the soft sheets. still breathing heavily, you forced yourself up even if you wanted to lay longer, catch your breath, and cuddle.

you wet a small towel in the bathroom sink and returned to the bedroom with it; hoseok was still in the same position you left him, laying on his stomach, already half-asleep. tsking, you rolled him over and wiped off his lower stomach and face before wiping yourself off a bit as well.

thankfully the sheets hadn’t received too much damage, so you threw yourself back into bed, where hoseok clung to you right away - he’s already a pretty physically affectionate person on his own, it was barely a surprise when you realized he’s a post-coital cuddler.

“y/n?” hoseok mumbled tiredly, from where his face rested against your chest. “hm?”

“you free this weekend? probably gonna go to this party, wanna come?”

“i have to study,” you groaned, “got this dumbass test next week,” adjusting your position to cuddle up to hoseok more closely, you sighed comfortably.

“mm. that sucks,”

it really did.

-

you almost groaned audibly before remembering you were very much in a library. with a quiet sigh, you let your blue highlighter fall from your achy hand, making an audible clacking noise as it made contact with the desk. you got a look or two for that one and simply rolled your eyes.

refraining from just dropping your head onto the desk, you closed up your book, gathered your supplies and papers, and stuffed them into your bag.

it was a sunday, and you’d been studying for quite a few hours straight; if only you’d studied more and hadn’t begun practically last minute. though, you guess it was your fault for procrastinating…

you rubbed your temple, trying to ease the aching to no avail. you’d have to hurry home - to take some painkillers, and probably grab a snack and some water. you wanted to stop by hoseok’s within a few hours, it was still a bit early in the night, so he wouldn’t be home yet, but hey, more time for you to relax.

and surely, you really did relax; you’d promptly fell asleep after lying in bed, telling yourself you were just gonna rest your eyes before. you blinked your eyes open from your nap and groaned before grabbing your phone, it was a while after midnight.

at least you hadn’t slept longer, otherwise, you would have of had to abandon your plan of seeing hoseok in favor of sleeping. though, more sleep sounded quite appealing… no, you already got up from bed.

the trip to hoseok’s apartment is a quick one, thankfully; you weren’t up for going anywhere too far, and hoseok only lived a few blocks away.

you stopped at his door, on the fifth floor and brought your hand to the keypad to type in the code. it beeped with a green light so you pushed the door open. shutting the door behind you, you stepped further into the entryway, cursing under your breath when a pair of shoes almost made you trip. said shoes were an unfamiliar pair and instead of sitting neatly to the side they were tossed carelessly in the middle of the entrance, another pair - one of hoseok’s familiar pairs - was as well; it was odd because hoseok was a bit of a neat freak.

shrugging off your confusion, you took off your own shoes and placed them neatly before heading in the direction of hoseok’s room. the door was open and you could make out the dim lighting in the dark hallway.

a moan made you stop in your tracks. it was undoubtedly hoseok.

you stupidly continued to the door, the curiosity and anxiousness gnawing at your mind. your breath hitched when you peeked inside.

it was hoseok with another person. and it shouldn’t make you feel anything besides maybe embarrassment from witnessing your friend having sex with someone else. but instead, a frown sets on your lips, and there’s an ugly disruptive churn in your gut; you feel sad, angry, even though you probably have no right to.

you’re the one who agreed to this kind of relationship after all, and you’d never spoken about being exclusive; hoseok would probably say something like, ‘doesn’t that make us seem like a couple?’ and make a face. you knew hoseok hadn’t particularly been looking for a romantic relationship when you agreed to this, yet you never stopped your heart from fluttering or pitter-pattering when hoseok smiled so brightly at you or when he held you so tightly.

you silently slipped back out of the apartment, leaving no trace of your visit, and made your way back home, feet dragging on the concrete.

your bed seemed nice, safe right at that moment. you replaced your outfit with a comfortable pair of pajamas and fell into bed.

you hadn’t been oblivious to the fact that hoseok slept with others besides you, you weren’t dumb. but knowing of it and actually seeing and acknowledging it are two completely different things. so, what now?

-

like an idiot, you pretended everything was okay. the day after, you saw hoseok, hooked up, and listened to him talk about the party, where he’d conveniently left out the part where he spent his night with someone else.

you pretended just fine for a few weeks; it wore you down and in the end, you felt like you were wilting a bit, missing something.

you distanced from hoseok, only seeing him now and then for a quick hookup and losing the hangouts and conversations about everything and nothing. it would be fine.

maybe not. you were going to hoseok’s for the first time in two weeks and had seen him with the same person from before - you never saw their face but they had a distinct hair color. you dragged yourself back home again and laid in bed.

maybe the universe is giving you blatant signs to give up. you sigh at the ceiling, perhaps that’s what you should do. give up.

-

you lose track of time, suddenly the semester’s coming to an end and you can’t remember when you last saw hoseok, spoke to him even. was your friendship with him that fragile, invaluable? maybe.

“hey,”

blinking, you angle your head up to see the man you’d just been thinking of, hoseok, who’s in your favorite cafe. “can i sit?”

you shrug and hoseok chews his lower lip before sitting across from you. it’s awkward and your shoulders are tensed, you stare down at the drink in your hands, anything to avoid looking at hoseok at that moment.

“y/n… ah, we’ve been so busy, i feel like i haven’t seen you in months.”

probably because it may have been months, you don’t know. “yeah.” you answer plainly.

“…we should catch up soon. i would suggest today but i’m actually supposed to be meeting someone,” hoseok gives a strained smile.

“oh-“

“babe, there you are!” a voice says through a smile, and suddenly there’s someone standing next to hoseok and greeting him with a kiss. you recognize the hair color. hoseok smiles, bright and carefree. “y/n, this is my partner,“

“i actually met them at that party and-“

you act like you’re listening, nodding, and giving tight smiles, but you’re more in your head than anything, an endless train of what if’s plaguing your mind.

what if you’d just told hoseok how you felt? what if you went to the party with hoseok? what if you never agreed to the whole friends with benefits thing? what if-

“y/n?”

“…yeah?”

“i said i’d text you. see about meeting up sometime soon.”

“oh, yeah. okay,” you said dismissively with a nod. you weren’t planning on seeing him again.

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꒰ NOT SAYING ‘I LOVE YOU’ BACK PRANK ꒱

↳ note ⨾ repost! ↳ genre ⨾ fluff ↳ wc ⨾ 1.1k ↳ feat ⨾ bokuto, atsumu & kageyama

ʚ BOKUTO ɞ

“’kay, babe, i’m off to practice,” bokuto announces, walking past your shared bedroom, swinging a water bottle in his free hand.

“m’kay, have fun,” you reply absentmindedly, looking up from the book in your lap briefly to shoot your boyfriend a quick smile.

“love ‘ya!”

from your bedroom, where you sit on the bed, you hear the front door open and at your lack of reply, bokuto calls out, “i’m leaving now!”

“okay, babe! be safe!” you call back.

“i love you!”

at yet another lack of response, you hear the shutting of your front door and quick steps in the direction of your bedroom. “babe,” bokuto breathes out, oddly out of breath, eyes wide as he clutches onto one side of the door panel.

“yeah?” you look up from your book, raising an eyebrow at him in mock confusion

“i said ‘i love you,’“ he tries again, jutting his chin forward, awaiting your reply patiently.

pursing your lips together to bite back the smile that’s threatening to emerge, you nod stiffly. “mhm.” you hum, voice lilting at the end to cover up the laugh that’s desperate to be released.

“i. love. you.” bokuto repeats once more, taking a step forward into the bedroom, eyes squinting slightly as he analyzes your actions. bokuto may not be sharpest tool in the box when it came to academics but when it came to you? man knew you like the back of his hand. if there was a course called ‘y/n y/l/n’ he’d ace it with flying colors.

“aren’t you going to be late?” you murmur, glancing over at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “you should hurry up.”

“i love you,” bokuto replies instead of answering your question, looking you over you with suspicion and before you know it, he’s at your side of the bed. leaning down, he traps your head in between his large, slightly calloused hands and looks you in the eye.

“y/n?”

“yes?” your eyes flutter as you blink, lightly smiling at the look of concentration on his face.

“i love you.”

you attempt to look away, but he only gently nudges your head so no matter what, you’re looking at him. he lightly squishes your cheeks in, making your lips protrude into a pout.

“i’m not going to leave until you say it back.” bokuto wiggles an eyebrow at you and you want to call him out on his bluff but with his determination, he’ll have you trapped in his hands for hours if he wanted to.

“i love you, too, baby,” your voice comes out garbled from your squished cheeks. your eyes light at the way bokuto’s grin widens and he leans down, pecking your pouted lips softly.

“thank you and goodbye.”

ʚ ATSUMU ɞ

“goin’ to the store, you want anything?” atsumu asks, looking down at your laid down form on the couch.

“no, i’m okay,” you smile up at him, grabbing at his hand to place a chaste kiss on the back. “thanks, though.”

“mm,” atsumu hums with a soft smile. he turns and grabs his jacket before swinging open the door. “i’ll be back in a flash. i love ‘ya.”

“mhm.”

atsumu begins to close the door behind him but when he hears no response, he stares at you through the crack, slowly waiting for your reply. when you don’t reply and the door is nearly shut, he swings it back open.

“hey,” he calls softly and you look over at him.

“did you forget something?”

“um, yeah.” atsumu raises an eyebrow. “your declaration of love for me.”

you shake your head with a confused expression. “what?”

with an exasperated sigh, atsumu repeats himself, “i said, i love you.” maybe losing his accent would make you hear him clearly.

you don’t respond again and atsumu widens his eyes in shock as you look away from him and back at the t.v.

“no, no, what happened in the last millisecond? you were just kissin’ my hand!” atsumu stomps into the living room, staring at you in disbelief.

“what do you mean? nothing’s wrong…”

atsumu steps closer to you and he frowns. “then why ain’t you telling me you love me?”

mister tough and cocky miya atsumu is a softie at heart and seeing his pout makes your heart warm.

“did you wanna come with me?” he prods, thinking aloud. “i know you like goin’ grocery shopping with me but i’m not heading there, i’m going to-”

“i love you.” you cut him off with a smile and he turns back to you, cheeks warming.

“were you tryna get a reaction from me?” he scowls, sad expression long gone. “how dare you? i’m leaving now.”

he straightens his posture and walks back over to the door with a stubborn huff.

“i love you!” you call just before the door closes.

“mhm,” atsumu mocks your light tone and the door shuts behind him. a few second later, the door opens again and with a conflicted look, atsumu mutters, “i love ‘ya, too.”

ʚ KAGEYAMA ɞ

“i’m going for a run,” kageyama announces shortly before opening the front door of your shared apartment.

“be back before dinner!” you shout from the kitchen while stirring the pot you were cooking.

“alright. love you.”

you bite back a reply, pondering whether or not he’ll notice. the door closes behind him and then you’re left alone in the apartment.

huh.

guess not.

you can’t help but snicker in amusement at kageyama’s obliviousness when he has something else on his mind.

about ten minutes later, as you’re sprinkling some seasoning in the simmering pot, you hear the door open again.

“tobio? did you forget some…” your voice trails off as you hear kageyama’s feet patter against the floor until he reaches the kitchen. you turn to him quizzically as he stares you down silently. “you okay?”

“you didn’t answer.”

shaking your head with a blink, your eyebrows knit in confusion. “wh-what?” i didn’t answer?

“when i left,” kageyama murmurs, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. “i said i love you and you didn’t say it back.”

your mouth opens and closes, unsure of what to say. ultimately, you let out a laugh at the fact that although it wasn’t right away, he did notice your lack of response.

“what’s so funny?”

“babe, you left like ten minutes ago and you just realized?” you can't help but grin up at him. your boyfriend was truly something different.

“…yeah.”

“well, in that case,” you muse, walking over to him to peck his cheek. “i love you, too. now hurry up, the food’ll be ready soon.”

“right,” he nods with a slight smile. “i’ll be off then.”

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suddenly i wish i was a towel (cr.)

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bad attitude | jjk | m

[ ! ] this is part of the bad influence collection. You can read it as a stand-alone though! 

— summary; in which Jungkook finally learns how to behave. Kind of. 

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, badboy!jk x goodgirl!reader, enemies with benefits/enemies to lovers, brattysub!kook x dom!reader, actually more of a switch!kook/switch!reader, the oc is kind of a demon with teasing because payback is a bitch, bondage, edging, dirty talk, begging, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb), creampie, stuffing, Taehyung makes a cameo, terrible use of the two wolves meme I’m so sorry 

— words; 7,2k 

— author’s note; yes I started this with a meme and no I’m not okay. This is kind of chaotic tbh but I wanted to write something a bit more unhinged and lighthearted after all that drama from the third part of the series. This happens some time after bad reputation. 

Also! Take a look at the text messages that brought them to this moment ;) 

Probably one of the dumbest things that Jungkook had ever heard came from his roommate and childhood friend, Taehyung, after a few hours scrolling through Facebook with a blunt hanging from the corner of his lips. Taehyung was in the deep web equivalent of social media: entrepreneur pages, where young, overly-dressed men with obviously rented convertibles promised to teach gullible people how to become millionaires by working at home (if you only pay for their courses). Nevertheless, what started as an ironic scroll through shallow motivational quotes quickly escalated into a semi-believable, mostly high rant about the importance of controlling your inner demons, which Jungkook sadly had to endure, since he was the only person around and, therefore, his roommate’s sole target. 

Taehyung was high out of his mind, but it seemed as if he would be the last to get that memo: in his twisted conception, he was spilling the hottest of truths (and not the incoherent ramble that it really was). Fighting through Jungkook’s complaints and eye rolls, he simply went on and on about how the page “Alpha Billionaire 101” wasn’t really that off beat when they said that you do, in fact, have two wolves inside you — and the one you feed is the one that wins. Jungkook was basically disassociating by the point that Taehyung started drawing some graphs, looking fixedly at the two wolves on the screen of his computer (one written “success and drive” and the other one representing “failure and procrastination”) and wishing that the gods above would strike him down once and for all. 

And why is that important? Well, because eventually Taehyung fell asleep and moved on with his life, only casually mentioning the other stuff he saw on that page, but his words stuck around, glued to the back of Jungkook’s head. Not because they held any sort of meaning, but because the wolf metaphor was just too stupid to forget. And that eventually caught up to Jungkook in the strangest, most unexpected of ways: with you and bondage being involved. 

Now, Jungkook had two wolves inside of him: one was extremely laid back and barely cared about most things that happened, as long as he was having a good time. The second wolf was a bitter, prideful, egocentric, mean little thing that simply wouldn’t fold no matter how much the world wanted it to. And it was that second wolf that took him to that position: because Jungkook told you that he was positive, certain, a hundred percent sure that he’d never be like you and beg for something during sex. 

Which made both of your wolves absolutely pissed. 

“What the fuck…” he mumbled, looking up at your agile hands moving like wasps around his wrists. The room was dark, barely illuminated by the moonlight that came from the window, but that wasn’t really the reason why his pupils were so blown-out. “Where did you learn to tie knots like this?” 

You smiled, giving a last pull on the ropes to make sure they would stay still. Jungkook had been elated when you finally told him that you’d be willing to try it out bondage. One thing he didn’t expect, though, was that he would be the one getting tied up. “I was in the Girl Scouts,” you told him, sitting back against his thighs. 

Jungkook scoffed, tugging at the ropes. They weren’t too tight, yet they burned his skin a bit — not an unwelcome feeling, but his mind wasn’t too focused on it. He had to live up to his own words. “Of course you were in the fucking Girl Scouts.” He rolled his eyes. “So, how long is this gonna take?”

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—pour up. (m)

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader x taehyung

⟶ genre: fuckboy!jungkook / fuckboy!taehyung + smut  

⟶ words: 14,048 (idk how it’s literally just smut)

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: sleeping with both notorious frat boys kim taehyung and jeon jungkook doesn’t sound so bad ━ especially when you’re drunk and faded.

⟶ warnings: mentions of drug/alcohol use, essentially pwp lol, threesome, double penetration, voyeurism, messy rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dry humping, manhandling, doggy style, riding (sort of?), fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), face riding, face fucking, deepthroating, breast play, slight begging (mostly oc making jungkook beg hehe), brief name calling, dirty talking, unprotected sex, creampie

⟶ note: this is a repost of a fic from my old blog! also shout out to miss jlin @bratkook​ for being the sweetest and for liking this trashy fic of mine, and a happy early birthday present to @onherwings​ miss juno, the resident taekook lover!! 💛

also the accompanying song to this fic is pour up by dean!

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tell me more | kim taehyung

pairings: professor!taehyung x student!female reader

words: 1507

genre: very very suggestive, mild slow burn (slow for a hc at least, idk)

synopsis: professor kim- taehyung, was the man that was going to satisfy your every sexual fantasy- well, that's what you kept telling yourself. every glance, every time he smiled at you, everything about him made you fucking ache. It's actually impossible to tell him this, but maybe he'll do it for you.

warnings: my gawd the TENSION, cursing, age gap (19/28), intended lowercase, mentions of a corruption kink and praise kink, he’s unfaithful lol

a/n: [part 2!] hey... yer admin aka admin 1... anyways awkwardness out of the way, a here's a headcannon after ghosting you guys after like a year :'D

disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, idols, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

(read my comment lol)

- he was terrible, honestly ⁃ a smartass of a man, you couldn’t believe it ⁃ most definitely not the hottest person in the room, no ⁃ of course not ⁃ it was absolutely unbelievable ⁃ completely unfair too ⁃ he’s your professor for fucks sake ⁃ preferred it you called him taehyung, the "professor kim" title made him feel too pretentious

- onto more important matters ⁃ but the way he adjusted his pants and spoke to the class at the same time- ⁃ “so, i’m assuming we all had a great time doing the homework” is how he typically began some days ⁃ but my god ⁃ his voice was sultry deep, never in a rush, and the taste of wit was always there ⁃ his slender but long fingers would always lightly tug his dark brown slacks up ⁃ goodness, his fingers ⁃ your mind ran rampant with visuals of where and how you wanted his hands to touch you ⁃ his head would be dipped a little bit ⁃ and his voluminous black hair would bounce with it to make sure his crisp button-down was in place too ⁃ but he’d always look up with hooded eyes and scan the room after asking his rhetorical questions ⁃ never missing your dreamy gaze at him ⁃ it was subconscious to cross your legs whenever you caught him staring ⁃ you couldn’t hold his strong eyes for too long ⁃ and when he’d give his lectures, he’d always want participation ⁃ but you sat in the back, never wanting the attention from your fellow classmates ⁃ mini group discussions were every class, and he never missed the opportunity to walk to the back ⁃ “how’s my favorite group in the back doing?” ⁃ shit ⁃ he’s looking right in your eyes ⁃ his hands in his pocket and sleeves rolled up, daring to fall down to his wrist

- perfect veins in sight ⁃ you were honestly too startled to respond, so one of your group members bullshitted a response for you ⁃ damn, your chance to talk to him! ⁃ but, the stars aligned and gave you another shot ⁃ he's assigned a video to watch for a class discussion, and you were genuinely interested ⁃ in fact, so interested that you wanted to lead the discussion that next class ⁃ instead of the three people that always spoke ⁃ so when he strutted into class at 12 p.m., hair a little shaggy but so fucking sexy ⁃ and a button or two loose ⁃ you knew it was gonna be a hell of a period ⁃ “so… thoughts on the video?” ⁃ he walked in front of the little podium holding the computer ⁃ leaned against it and pushed his hair back before his hands found his pockets ⁃ typical taehyung antics ⁃ and you couldn’t contain your eccentric excitement to have him hear your ideas and opinions ⁃ but nothing could prepare you for his responses ⁃ they were honestly things he always said to his students but ⁃ for obvious reasons ⁃ it was different when he said them to you

- you were hungry for his validation ⁃ “you know what, i was thinking the same thing… tell me more” ⁃ and he made sure to hold eye contact with the student sitting all the way in the corner of the class

- the one fidgeting and always looking away ⁃ “yes, i couldn’t agree more. you want to explain that in more detail?” ⁃ your legs crossed even tighter, you couldn’t believe the attention he was giving you and only you ⁃ he grinned and his arms folded as he seemed to look at your entire being ⁃ “that’s amazing, y/n, you’re the first person to say that in my class” ⁃ it was such generic responses but you were damn near creaming in your skirt ⁃ you smiled hard every time he complimented you, praised you ⁃ after your confidence ran out, you couldn’t contain your fingers fidgeting ⁃ “alright, i said it’d be a short class today, so you’re free to go, but you’re also free to stay after and ask me any questions about this topic or your upcoming final” ⁃ oh you had to stay ⁃ you’ve been lusting after this man all semester, ⁃ even if it was to have a conversation, you needed his attention even more now ⁃ the last student left with the clicking of the door ⁃ and you were still pretending to have trouble stuffing your laptop in your bag ⁃ “taehyung, i have a question for you” ⁃ you spoke to him without looking at him ⁃ fearing your confidence would run out again ⁃ he hummed at you in response as he shuffled his papers together ⁃ there was tension ⁃ one he had to ignore ⁃ it was his last class of the day

- his wife was waiting at home ⁃ “what do you think of the video? i mean, you said you agreed with me, but what is your take exactly?” ⁃ you stood a little in front of his desk area now, looking down at his form ⁃ he barely pushed the chair back and leaned back in that big old chair and folded his arms again ⁃ this time ⁃ you could see the slight bulge of the muscles ⁃ could smell his addicting cologne ⁃ could see the dangerous glint in his eyes ⁃ but he could always see yours too ⁃ god he was so attractive ⁃ “like i said, and like you said, everything you said was completely right” ⁃ he just had to test it out ⁃ you shuffled a bit, he sneakily peered down at the hem of your skirt to see you softly rubbing your thighs together ⁃ and he was right ⁃ as he leaned his weight on his elbows in that desk he peered up at you through his hair and said ⁃ “you have a pretty voice you know, you should speak more,” ⁃ your heart pounded and your breathing hitched just slightly ⁃ “i can tell you’re thinking about more subjects during my class time” ⁃ shit did he know? ⁃ does he know how badly you want him right now ⁃ he has to, of course he does, he’s the sexiest professor on campus ⁃ the youngest too ⁃ “yeah… you mean pertaining to the material right, professor?” ⁃ your voice very noticeably shook and thick with want, need even ⁃ his deep chuckle reverberated through his body as he pushed his chair back even more ⁃ professor, eh? ⁃ “come around and look at your last paper you wrote here” ⁃ you dropped your bag, not wanting to take up space behind the cramped desk ⁃ your bent over slightly and pushed your hair to the other side so it wasn’t in the way as you looked over the first paper you saw ⁃ you were so close to him ⁃ you were so mesmerizing ⁃ he thought you as mysterious as you thought him ⁃ your eyebrows furrowed the longer you looked at the papers ⁃ his eyes could clearly see your features now ⁃ and your body- ⁃ oh the blood was rushing to his growing bulge fast ⁃ you could feel the searing stare he was giving you, but all you could focus on was his warm leg pressed against your bare one ⁃ why was the room suddenly so stuffy? ⁃ “oh yeah, i remember this. thank you for the good grade once again, sir!” ⁃ you beamed at him ⁃ sir ⁃ such a pretty young woman you are ⁃ he just had to know ⁃ he gulped as he stood, forcing away his warning signs flashing in his mind ⁃ you watched as he slowly walked across the class to the door ⁃ “tell me something, y/n, and i need you to answer me honestly” ⁃ the seemingly ear-splitting sound of the door locking shouldn’t have turned you on even more ⁃ why were you sweating all of a sudden? ⁃ he pushed his hair back out of habit, you noticed ⁃ but god you whimpered so pathetically ⁃ he sauntered over to you ⁃ hands in his pockets ⁃ the look on his face was a far cry from his friendly appearance during class time ⁃ but it wasn’t class time anymore ⁃ and he was starving ⁃ he stood in front of your excited form, looming over you ⁃ you peeled your eyes away from his chest that was mere inches away from yours ⁃ and looked into those daunting eyes ⁃ those eyes that were thinking about hundreds of ways to ruin you ⁃ on his desk ⁃ the wall ⁃ his chair ⁃ he sighed out so fleetingly, his warm breath hitting your face when he bent down to your shorter height ⁃ turned his head slightly to your ear ⁃ and teased, ⁃ “can you keep a secret?”

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hello!! can you make haikyuu boys with one y / nq has a flirty and charming personality? Let's say you call everyone by "cute, adorable boy, darling, love" and that kind of thing, with the characters you want !!

𝗛𝗤 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔 𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗦/𝗢

#↳ with bokuto kotaro, iwaizumi hajime, miya atsumu and kuroo tetsuro!!!!

warnings: swearing, fluff :)

a/n: yas 🥰🥰 i believe in confident or flirty reader supremacy!!!! also it becomes suggestive in some parts (iwai's) so please be 16+ to read! this was a lil something i wanted to get out before i whip out some longer fics, but i hope this matched your standards anon! thank you sm for requesting, i had a lot of fun w it <3

༉‧₊˚. 𝗕𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢:

he'd be so into a flirty s/o- BYEE SAY NO MORE!!

like he loves it, someone to banter with? someone who he can joke around with? he's falling for you in no time.

especially when they're a verbal flirt, he probably won't be able to read body language all too well- apart from winks... and kissing... or making out.

he probably also can't tell that you're flirting with him unless it's super direct! he loves pick-up lines, especially smart ones that he's never heard before, those always get a good giggle out of him, but he also adores being complimented. calling him nicknames that no one else does gets his heart going.

'bo', 'taro' (omg like the food), 'kou', you probably won't call him endearments unless you know he's comfortable with them. (calling him 'cutie' is his ultimate weakness, but it's kinda cringe... oh well, he is cute tho)

greeting him at school, if you slip in a 'looking handsome as ever today, bokuto" with a sly wink, he'll be red in the face and giggling about it until break time.

babie 😟😟

i think just knowing someone that can be flirtatious or charming or 'bold' is very reassuring to bokuto, because he's someone who's 100% all the time. knowing he won't scare you away with how enthusiastic he can be is a dealbreaker. bonus points if you know how to reciprocate that energy or know how to calm him down without ruining his good vibes!

bokuto will ask you out almost INSTANTLY. no hesitation, and you'll probably agree with no hesitation either.

sometimes he'll flirt back, returning it with a compliment of his own, such as, 'you're looking fine as always, y/n!' or a bad pickup line, 'i must be in a museum, because you're a work of art!'

when you're in an official relationship, the flirting becomes even worse- like imagine:

"akaashi, do you think i complimented y/n enough today?" bokuto slumps as he plops down on the changeroom bench, dejected. "i think fifty times is more than enough, bokuto," the setter replies simply. "but what if they don't believe me? i need to text them right now!"

it's not even charming anymore, you're both just down bad

physical touch is another factor he likes and if he knows you're comfortable with it, he won't be shy when it comes to greeting you with hugs.

once he's really comfortable with you, he'll just cling onto you. wherever you go, expect fukurodani's ace to appear a minute later.

y'know how akaashi sometimes tells bokuto that there's a cute person in the stands watching him? so he can play better?

yah, you're the cute person in the stands.

you show up to every game that you can watch and he has a pre-game ritual with you where he must get a good luck kiss.

and you're more than happy to grant it, grabbing him by both cheeks and pulling him in.

bokuto thinks he can conquer the world when you pull away, saying, "show everyone just how great you are, yah?" he holds onto your waist tightly, "you'll be watching me, right?" "of course, i only got eyes for the most handsome volleyball player," he gives you a look, "most handsome man ever," you correct. the widest smile breaks out on his face, "i'll win for you, just watch!" you laugh softly with your boyfriend, gushing, "always."

on games that you can't attend, bokuto is pouting at you every day leading up to it, silently begging for you to come. as much as you want to, it just wasn't possible.

you need to warn akaashi about that a few days beforehand, so he knows what to do.

you'll send as many texts as possible wishing bokuto luck beforehand, selfies are not excluded. you'll even caption some of them, 'i'll be cheering for my favourite boy today :))'

you have him wrapped around your finger, and he has you around his too.

༉‧₊˚. 𝗜𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘:

*runs away giggling*

oh yeah, this man definitely goes wild when it comes to body language.

y'know the fuck-me-eyes? oH MY GOD- it will give him heart palpitations, especially when you smirk afterwards.

BUT also, hear me out, y'know how when people tilt their head upwards and slightly to the side it makes them look more confident? if you look at him like that with a small smirk, he is a GONER.

someone who's confident and self-assured is iwaizumi's type, so if you know your worth and never settle for less, he's so into that.

first few times when you did the look to him, he malfunctioned and needed a few minutes to comprehend everything, how captivating you became with that intense and purposeful eye contact, quirking your lips up slightly before walking away.

next few times, he becomes used to it and adds to the tension with a confident look of his own.

now it was your turn to internally shut down.

well, i mean, so long as hajime could breathe, you weren't safe from his irresistible good looks. and biceps.

oh the world is so cruel.

also dies a little inside every time you hold eye contact with him and turn your body to face him so he knows he has your full attention.

okay but fr the amount of tension there is between you two is NOT platonic... nor is it healthy, and iwaizumi decides to do something about this ;)

after a long work week, iwaizumi is relieved to be able to have friday night off so he can accept your offer to go to a local club and have a couple of drinks. and he was at his breaking point if you kept looking at him like that. iwaizumi wasn't sure just how much longer he could resist that coy smile of yours, and keeping his composure suddenly became one of the hardest things to do. especially when you're right in front of his face. so close, yet so far. as you near your face to his for the nth time that night, he loses all sense of restraint and meets your lips halfway in a fervent kiss. you melt into him with little to no hesitation and iwaizumi swears that you'll be the death of him. with how fast his heart was racing, it didn't seem like he had much longer on this earth. might as well spend the days telling you just how gorgeous you are. "what took you so long, love?" you muttered breathlessly against him. the athletic trainer smirks, "i'll make up for lost time, don't let that pretty face worry about it." he doesn't go home alone that night.

after that, he knows how to deal with you ;) AHAHAHAHHA lol

n e ways... you'd start calling him a lot more affectionate endearments from then on, such as 'darling', 'my love' or 'babe'.

when you two become official, you learn to reserve the look for moments of bribery- either because you want something or you're just looking for a good time up to you mwahaha

and he's hanging onto your every word when you speak to him, so long as you look at him like that.

༉‧₊˚. 𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗨:

ayo did you know that miya atsumu has his own version of the fuck-me-eyes LMFAOOO (the ones who get it, get it)

okay anyways, atsumu would also be a complete sucker for sweet talkers, more specifically people who he can have a back and forth with.

especially when you add your own terms of endearment to the end like yas, call that man a pretty boy and watch him turn into a mess right in front of you 😍

you be like, "you flirt like this to everyone, pretty boy?"

and he's all like "no brain, only y/n."

cackling at that PLS, he's all bark, no bite.

the chemistry between you happened naturally. he's an extroverted and charismatic character who always spiced up other people's lives, so when you brought something to his table, miya atsumu is running circles around you.

he's got a filthy mouth and loud insults to compliment it, but you know how to shut him up- much to osamu's pleasure.

speaking about osamu, he had no idea atsumu had positive adjectives in his vocabulary to describe someone with, so when he hears his blond-haired twin talk about you in a dreamy tone, he is shocked.

when atsumu realises his developing feelings for you, he begins to put a lot of emphasis in his body language... and it doesn't work. sometimes he'll catch you in a classroom and lean against the door with his arms crossed, trying to act as suave as possible.

because he's actually overthinking everything, such as what word he's going to say next, whether or not he should stand up a little straighter- he's a complete mess. it wasn't fair that you were so effortlessly charming.

but you find it endearing nonetheless, because it gives you a lot more to tease him about.

however when atsumu is head over heels for you, he becomes even messier- sometimes stuttering over his words and looking away so he can hide his flustered expression when you call him a 'pretty boy'.

he's transparent about his behaviour as well, and it's kind of hard to not notice how much a certain setter likes you when he's acting like a fool in love.

when you've had enough of it, you stop his rambling mid-sentence by putting a hand on his shoulder, smiling up at him, "you don't need to try so hard, miya, i like you the way you are."

with a supportive pat, you walk away, leaving a shocked miya atsumu in an empty hallway after school.

he chases after you and asks shyly to walk you home, and you've never heard him be so quiet and gentle before, so you take up his offer with a wide smile.

in a proper relationship, the flirting doesn't stop, except it's paired with more shameless terms of endearment. and it's become a contest to see who can be the cringiest.

"we still on today for after school, sugar bubs?" atsumu asks as he takes the seat beside you, and you gag a little at the nickname. "anything for you, my little lovely," you leaned your chin onto your hands, fluttering your lashes at him. he breaks out in laughter, "ew, that was horrible!" "i know, i'm sorry." suna grumbles from the corner, "do you guys ever shut the fuck up?"

much to atsumu's dismay, you've begun to call suna 'my little lovely' instead of him.

seriously though, this man adores you and is willing to put up with any shit you throw at him, so long as you continue being his.

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#𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 — 𝐇𝐐

⤷   pairings : suna rintaro, sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, miya osamu, kuroo tetsurou, matsun issei, oikawa tooru, bokuto kotarou

⤷   author’s note : yeah i don’t know. twitter posts: a fine source of inspiration

𝐑.𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀— lazy little asswipe. he’ll be sitting on the couch, eating and laughing at failed jump scare videos. would probably show you his favourite, commenting on how stupid the ideas were and you being lowkey concerned that this is what he found entertaining. you’ll hear your phone buzzing from the kitchen where it was charging and go check on it. there was a text message from your turd of a boyfriend saying “bring some snacks on your way back”. okay man. yeah sure, just fuck legs ami’right.

𝐊.𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀— tol man child can get salty sometimes. after getting into an argument about whether ants have feelings and him claiming that they are the spawn of satan, he has made it a mission to not talk to you. he’s just >:( every time you see him. so what happens when you run out of milk? adapt. improvise. overcome. atsumu bought you both some alphabet fridge magnets when he thought you were pregnant after noticing diapers in your apartment and you used the magnets to send a reminder for your boyfriend. you came back from taking a shower to see “NO fUck u” spelt under your “bUY moRE miLk”. fine. no more stawbee milk.

𝐌.𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔— bruh. sometimes he can be a pain in the ass, sometimes he can be a dick, sometimes he’s both. but there can be times where he’s kinda okay. you two pulled up to the mcdonald’s drive through in 2 separate cars because gas. who doesn’t love 3am chicky nuggies. you drive to the window and the employee goes “the person before you just paid for you meal and thinks you’re hot”. you could literally see assumu peering out his window, checking if you got the message.

𝐓.𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎— definition of a relationship? your clothes are my clothes. it ain’t your shirt anymore, it’s our shirt now. you’re sitting in the living room when kuroo struts in, wearing your leggings. you would be kinda annoyed if he didn’t look drop dead gorgeous in them. the fuck is this dude doing at the gym to be so double cheeked up like this. literally hand on hip, walk in the room with his ass walking in 5 minutes after. bouta clap some cheeks. ah hahaaaa :woozy_face:

𝐌.𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔— mans makes the best fucking nachos. have to wife his talented ass on the spot like damn. you both were eating said nachos and for a man who can make some bomb food, can’t eat for shit. he was struggling to get the good stuff on his chip so you used your chip to push it onto his. he stops, looks you dead in the eyes, and says “THIS is the support i need. can i marry you”. 

𝐊.𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎— bokuto is big boy. let’s emphasize on “boy”. cuZ BOY DOES HE GET LOST. how the fuck do you lose a 6’1 loud man. and in a grocery store of all places. so you know what you do? yell really loudly to attract said loud male. “marco” you yell, “polo” you hear. you stare at a fellow customer, who was highkey scared, and remark “that came from the ice cream section, didn’t it?”

𝐈.𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐍— he walking on thin ice. “baby, can we break up for like an hour so i can listen to the weekend’s album from a diff perspective?” ??? sure? but if you don’t see sum tears that breakup won’t be just for an hour. 

𝐓.𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀— it’s friday date night and you’re getting ready when you get a call from your boyfriend. “princess, i’m wearing a sweatshirt so if you could like dress down a bit so you don’t look twice as out of my league than you already do, i would greatly appreciate that”. laughs. He quickly adds “not that i won’t be popping anyone who’ll think of doing anything to you”. “tooru, we both know you’re not popping shit”.

© riintarro 2021. do not repost/copy, alter, or share any of my works onto any other platforms.

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they find out you hooked up with their friend/teammate before you started dating

characters: atsumu, oikawa, sakusa, ushijima 

warnings: just some possessive boys, suggestive things and mentions of alcohol

notes: the friends/teammates are from both high school and post time-skip, don’t pay too much attention it it sjkdfhgs, everyone is 18+

part one | part two | part three

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꒰ NOT SAYING ‘I LOVE YOU’ BACK PRANK ꒱

↳ note ⨾ repost! ↳ genre ⨾ fluff ↳ wc ⨾ 1.1k ↳ feat ⨾ bokuto, atsumu & kageyama

ʚ BOKUTO ɞ

“’kay, babe, i’m off to practice,” bokuto announces, walking past your shared bedroom, swinging a water bottle in his free hand.

“m’kay, have fun,” you reply absentmindedly, looking up from the book in your lap briefly to shoot your boyfriend a quick smile.

“love ‘ya!”

from your bedroom, where you sit on the bed, you hear the front door open and at your lack of reply, bokuto calls out, “i’m leaving now!”

“okay, babe! be safe!” you call back.

“i love you!”

at yet another lack of response, you hear the shutting of your front door and quick steps in the direction of your bedroom. “babe,” bokuto breathes out, oddly out of breath, eyes wide as he clutches onto one side of the door panel.

“yeah?” you look up from your book, raising an eyebrow at him in mock confusion

“i said ‘i love you,’“ he tries again, jutting his chin forward, awaiting your reply patiently.

pursing your lips together to bite back the smile that’s threatening to emerge, you nod stiffly. “mhm.” you hum, voice lilting at the end to cover up the laugh that’s desperate to be released.

“i. love. you.” bokuto repeats once more, taking a step forward into the bedroom, eyes squinting slightly as he analyzes your actions. bokuto may not be sharpest tool in the box when it came to academics but when it came to you? man knew you like the back of his hand. if there was a course called ‘y/n y/l/n’ he’d ace it with flying colors.

“aren’t you going to be late?” you murmur, glancing over at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “you should hurry up.”

“i love you,” bokuto replies instead of answering your question, looking you over you with suspicion and before you know it, he’s at your side of the bed. leaning down, he traps your head in between his large, slightly calloused hands and looks you in the eye.

“y/n?”

“yes?” your eyes flutter as you blink, lightly smiling at the look of concentration on his face.

“i love you.”

you attempt to look away, but he only gently nudges your head so no matter what, you’re looking at him. he lightly squishes your cheeks in, making your lips protrude into a pout.

“i’m not going to leave until you say it back.” bokuto wiggles an eyebrow at you and you want to call him out on his bluff but with his determination, he’ll have you trapped in his hands for hours if he wanted to.

“i love you, too, baby,” your voice comes out garbled from your squished cheeks. your eyes light at the way bokuto’s grin widens and he leans down, pecking your pouted lips softly.

“thank you and goodbye.”

ʚ ATSUMU ɞ

“goin’ to the store, you want anything?” atsumu asks, looking down at your laid down form on the couch.

“no, i’m okay,” you smile up at him, grabbing at his hand to place a chaste kiss on the back. “thanks, though.”

“mm,” atsumu hums with a soft smile. he turns and grabs his jacket before swinging open the door. “i’ll be back in a flash. i love ‘ya.”

“mhm.”

atsumu begins to close the door behind him but when he hears no response, he stares at you through the crack, slowly waiting for your reply. when you don’t reply and the door is nearly shut, he swings it back open.

“hey,” he calls softly and you look over at him.

“did you forget something?”

“um, yeah.” atsumu raises an eyebrow. “your declaration of love for me.”

you shake your head with a confused expression. “what?”

with an exasperated sigh, atsumu repeats himself, “i said, i love you.” maybe losing his accent would make you hear him clearly.

you don’t respond again and atsumu widens his eyes in shock as you look away from him and back at the t.v.

“no, no, what happened in the last millisecond? you were just kissin’ my hand!” atsumu stomps into the living room, staring at you in disbelief.

“what do you mean? nothing’s wrong…”

atsumu steps closer to you and he frowns. “then why ain’t you telling me you love me?”

mister tough and cocky miya atsumu is a softie at heart and seeing his pout makes your heart warm.

“did you wanna come with me?” he prods, thinking aloud. “i know you like goin’ grocery shopping with me but i’m not heading there, i’m going to-”

“i love you.” you cut him off with a smile and he turns back to you, cheeks warming.

“were you tryna get a reaction from me?” he scowls, sad expression long gone. “how dare you? i’m leaving now.”

he straightens his posture and walks back over to the door with a stubborn huff.

“i love you!” you call just before the door closes.

“mhm,” atsumu mocks your light tone and the door shuts behind him. a few second later, the door opens again and with a conflicted look, atsumu mutters, “i love ‘ya, too.”

ʚ KAGEYAMA ɞ

“i’m going for a run,” kageyama announces shortly before opening the front door of your shared apartment.

“be back before dinner!” you shout from the kitchen while stirring the pot you were cooking.

“alright. love you.”

you bite back a reply, pondering whether or not he’ll notice. the door closes behind him and then you’re left alone in the apartment.

huh.

guess not.

you can’t help but snicker in amusement at kageyama’s obliviousness when he has something else on his mind.

about ten minutes later, as you’re sprinkling some seasoning in the simmering pot, you hear the door open again.

“tobio? did you forget some…” your voice trails off as you hear kageyama’s feet patter against the floor until he reaches the kitchen. you turn to him quizzically as he stares you down silently. “you okay?”

“you didn’t answer.”

shaking your head with a blink, your eyebrows knit in confusion. “wh-what?” i didn’t answer?

“when i left,” kageyama murmurs, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck awkwardly. “i said i love you and you didn’t say it back.”

your mouth opens and closes, unsure of what to say. ultimately, you let out a laugh at the fact that although it wasn’t right away, he did notice your lack of response.

“what’s so funny?”

“babe, you left like ten minutes ago and you just realized?” you can't help but grin up at him. your boyfriend was truly something different.

“…yeah.”

“well, in that case,” you muse, walking over to him to peck his cheek. “i love you, too. now hurry up, the food’ll be ready soon.”

“right,” he nods with a slight smile. “i’ll be off then.”

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— 𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓-𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏!𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 an arranged marriage has been settled between the Sakusa family and yours. How will your handle the feelings you needed to let go years ago, when you live under the same roof with your former crush, Kiyoomi Sakusa.

“𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝…”

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. romance + drama + angst

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. foul language and deep topics

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. hope you guys enjoy this one heck of a rollercoaster ride :D

dec. 27, 2020

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tsumu x reader

gender neutral but mentions of coochie😐

timeskip af

ALSO STOP ASIAN HATE.

uh part 2

free robux

a/n: I made this a long time ago lololol but I am super busy and just wanted to post it bc im sorry for not updating any of my series !

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Aoba Johsai

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headcanons

being Aoba Johsai’s beloved manager

seeing their manager in a bunny outfit

how the Haikyuu boys goofed up their confession (Oikawa, Iwaizumi)

seeing their cheerleader crush (Oikawa, Iwaizumi)

overhearing that you love them (Iwaizumi, Oikawa)

pretending to be your boyfriend (Iwaizumi, Matsukawa)

pretending to be your boyfriend (Oikawa)

seeing their crush working at a maid cafe (Oikawa)

scared to confess (Oikawa)

misunderstood confessions, but reverse (Oikawa)

first date (Oikawa)

soft captain hcs (Oikawa)

meeting the parents (Oikawa)

lying that you’re okay (Oikawa)

being ignored by their s/o (Oikawa)

sleeping on the couch after an argument (Oikawa)

when they think you left them (Oikawa)

forgetting your anniversary (Oikawa)

coming home to you sleeping on the couch (Oikawa)

when their s/o didn’t save their contacts under a cute name (Oikawa)

fighting and making up (Oikawa)

getting caught buying their merch (Oikawa)

watching their s/o’s get confessed to (Oikawa)

watching his fangirls fall for his s/o (Oikawa)

when their s/o puts herself down (Oikawa)

dealing with their girlfriend’s younger sibling (Oikawa)

being partnered for a project (Iwaizumi)

scared to confess (Iwaizumi)

Oikawa’s sister crushing on Iwaizumi

pt. 2 confrontation

pt. 3 big reveal

first date (Iwaizumi)

cuddling hcs (Iwaizumi)

cuddling after an argument (Iwaizumi)

being ignored by their short gf (Iwaizumi)

fighting and making up (Iwaizumi)

sleeping on the couch after an argument (Iwaizumi)

when they think you left them (Iwaizumi)

pampering you after an argument (Iwaizumi)

calling them bro (Iwaizumi)

when their s/o didn’t save their contacts under a cute name (Iwaizumi)

catching their s/o sneaking out (Iwaizumi)

Iwaizumi learning his s/o was intimidated by him

Iwaizumi helping you when you have The Big Sad

helping babysit their girlfriend’s little sister (Iwaizumi)

scenarios

misunderstood confessions (Oikawa)

wearing another teammate’s jacket (Oikawa)

“I could always find someone better” (Oikawa)

“why am I even trying” (Oikawa)

when their crush stops calling them by their nickname (Iwaizumi)

dating in secret (Iwaizumi)

dating in secret gone wrong (Iwaizumi)

when you’re constantly on your phone (Iwaizumi)

old habits (Iwaizumi)

not telling them you’re sick/injured (Iwaizumi)

one-shots/fics

the other team

all bark and no bite (Oikawa)

Valentine’s Day mishap (Oikawa)

locker room confessions (Oikawa)

birthday surprise (Matsukawa)

camp crushes (Iwaizumi)

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wastelands. (9)

↳ suna rintarou x f!reader

summary: after a viral pandemic wiped out half of the world’s population, a group of abandoned young adults embark on a life-threatening journey in hopes of finding a safe permanent home. unfortunately, for you and Rin, love is only a temporary option.

genre: heavy angst, unrequited, post apocalypse au, 18+

cw: profanity, guns, gore, zombies, death

notes: alexa play I Want You by mitski for the slow dance scene. do not spoil in the replies ^^

series masterlist -> part ten (final)

In a world where the zombie virus was prevalent, death was simply inevitable. It was part of life; there would come a time where everyone would find themselves buried six feet under with maggots crawling on their skin and their flesh decomposing to leave nothing but bones. All of us would experience death at some point and the people who lived in this era would not make it long enough until the next. Life was a cycle embodying birth, death, and reincarnation.

But with the inevitability of death comes the inevitability of pain for those left behind.

After Sophia’s demise, both as a human and a zombie, the three guys decided to bury her cadaver on the backyard out of respect for the time they spent with her. Such a heartbreaking sight it was to see the Miya twins digging a hollow space for Sophia to lay on as her remains were covered only of cloth because a coffin was not something that all of you could give her at this situation. You couldn’t even give her a proper burial to commemorate the life she has lived for the past 21 years.

However, what was more heart-wrenching to see was how Rintarou decided not to join and watch Sophia’s body be buried deep-six. In respect for Rin’s decision, the four of you were left to take Sophia to her final resting place by daybreak. You could hear the boys muttering their silent prayers for her soul and thanking her for the memories she had with them. While you didn’t have much memories shared with Sophia, you wished for her soul to rest in peace hoping that she would be in a paradise where she could become truly happy.

Last night was still pretty much a blur, but the plethora of pain that you felt from Rin’s expression alone gave you equal suffering. As much as he pulled you for a hug with the relief of keeping you safe, it wasn’t a hidden fact that Suna would have saved Sophia had he was given a choice.

But between you and her, he was left to choose you.

“He knew it,” Kita spoke barely audibly as you stood in front of your parted companion’s burial mound. The morning breeze was blowing through your face like melted ice while your nose flared from the olid miasma brought by Sophia’s fast-decaying body. “Sunarin noticed how different she had become when they were arguing. He pulled me away later that night and asked me to keep the twins locked in their rooms ‘cause he suspected Sophia was on the brink of turning.”

Your eyes found the last mounds of soil that the twins had tossed over Sophia’s carcass before they flung the shovel to the side. Their faces were of similar melancholy.

“That’s gotta hurt,” Osamu added, standing next to you, “I mean, he shot her in the head. It probably killed him inside.”

Nodding your head sullenly was your initial response, “It definitely hurt him.”

Suna’s willingness to imbrue his hands with his ex-girlfriend’s blood was a painful image that you could never remove from your head. You have long forgotten whatever ill-intent Sophia has showed you because your human emotions sympathized with her more than anything else.

“At least no one else got hurt.” Shinsuke placed a hand on your back, soothing you with comfort.

In the midst of the tragic situation, Atsumu was one to lighten the mood. “Yo, what if one of us got bitten? What if I got bitten? Do you trust me that much?”

And his grey-haired twin being his number one counter, Osamu replied with, “I’ll bury you now, then.”

There was a minute of shared chuckles as you listened to the twins arguing about who should bury who as they pushed each other near to Sophia’s grave.

Kita took the chance to then pat your back and say, “You should go to Sunarin. He’s on the other side of the house.”

Sitting in the middle of the barren windswept land, you found Suna on his own with his legs folded and his arms wrapped around his knees. The gloom on his face was a great contrast to the golden hues of the parched fields, grieving at the thought of his long term girlfriend’s untimely death. The sun-baked earth was full of cracks in similar state to the crevice in his heart that he was keeping to himself.

You chose not to utter a word as you sat on the arid ground next to him considering that silence was what he needed, but you were hoping that your presence could add to his comfort. It was the loudest silence of your life to be sitting with the guy you loved as he was drowned by his deep thoughts. His loud exhale made you look at his gorgeous face while he gazed at the amber horizon with lachrymose eyes.

“I thought I’d be too late to save you,” he spoke, breaking his taciturn and reaching for your hand to intertwine your fingers with his.

You moved closer and placed your head on his shoulder. “Rin, I’m sorry about Sophia...”

“I feel sorry for killing her, too. It’s my fault this all happened in the first place,” he said, brushing his thumb on your hand, “but beyond anything else, it’s unavoidable.”

You were expecting that Suna would shut himself off from the world and be swallowed by his rue, but you were glad to know that he wasn’t exactly letting the guilt of killing Sophia affect him in a way where he normally would. He chose to see the situation as something uncontrollable as much as he lamented for his loss. Your relief was solely for the fact that he was getting better at handling his emotions without repercussions.

“Rin, it’s okay to cry,” you whispered, touching his cheek. “She was an important person to your life. You loved her, you shared memories with her—it’s normal to grieve.”

Suna’s amber eyes saw you with gentleness, leaning his face in as his nose touched the tip of yours. “Give me one whole day,” his voice broke before he pressed his lips on top of yours for a kiss. There was a desire for comfort with the way he kissed you, like he was seeking solace from the softness of your lips. His hand touched your cheek as he deepened his kisses with faint tears running down his eyes. “You’re important to me, too.”

One whole day to grieve over Sophia. You were not in the position to even decline because there shouldn’t be any limit to how long a person was allowable to be in bereft over their special someone. No matter which lens you try to look at it, Sophia was once an important person in his life the same way he was to you.

“I’m always here for you,” you promised, foreheads pressed together. The sunlight illuminated the side of his face and limned it with an aureate shade. “I’ve always been, for seven years.”

Suna grabbed your hand and planted a soft kiss on top of it. “I take back my oath,” he said, watching the minute of confusion that bathed in your eyes. “Not even death can pull me away from you.”

Because the recent events had taken a slight emotional toll on Rin, the rest of you decided to postpone your journey for a day or two. It wasn’t like Aomori would be going anywhere, in fact you were able to strategize how you would be able to arrive the destination unscathed. Your hope to see your brother along with the people that came to you in this journey were the only things that gave you purpose.

After all, you were the only person who still had an unresolved journey to take. The twins had no one else. Kita had no one else. Rin only had you.

But you, you have them and you have Asher waiting for you. Perhaps starting a new life at the Aomori camp would be the best way to end this arduous traverse where you would no longer have to live in a nomadic lifestyle, always worrying about your food and shelter, always engaging in a never-ending fight against the undead—this journey was temporary.

Once you arrive to your new safe permanent home, all of this would be over. Those four long months, nearing five, would finally come to an end.

For now, there was no harm in having fun even for a little while. When the guys thought of playing baseball on the fields outside, it felt like the unpleasantness of this zombie-infested world had left your mind. Seeing them have fun, watching Rin’s smile come back to his face after a whole day of mourning for his loss—it was certainly a great comfort to your heart. The fact that such people who had their own battles to take could still find a reason to be happy gave you inspiration to live your life without regret. To live without worry. To live without allowing yourself to suffer from the past.

“Just say you don’t know how to play, dumbass!” Osamu yelled at his twin, tossing the baseball bat to the ground and sitting next to an exhausted Kita.

“Just say ‘ya can’t keep up with me!” was Atsumu’s counter.

Suna was now laying on your lap while you threaded your fingers through his raven hair. His sharp amber eyes fluttered open to see your fond gaze. “Do you think we should reproduce within the next few years?” he theorized, earning the interest of the other guys who found their spots next to you. “So many people died and all. We need to procreate.”

Atsumu snickered. “Is that an invite to sex?”

“Maybe find your partner first,” you told the blond, sticking your tongue out playfully. “You’ve been dry for the longest time.”

“Shut up!” he whined, pursing his lips. “I bet girls will be all over me once we reach Aomori.”

Osamu faked a gag. “Like hell they will!”

And Kita joined the banter with a smile that turned his eyes into moon crescents. “I don’t think it’s ideal to multiply while the virus is still around,” he shared, laying his head on the ground with folded hands under it. “But I wonder what will happen to the future generations. We’ll be part of history, you know? They’ll look back at this era and remember it as the age of the great zombie apocalypse.”

A light chuckle came out of Rintarou’s lips, “Woah. Kitashin’s talking about deep stuff.”

“And it makes sense,” you argued with your boyfriend, “unlike Atsumu’s simulation theories.”

The blond puffed out his cheeks and stretched his legs forward. The bandaid on his nose had creased after he scrunched it. “Y’all would’ve had a boring zombie apocalypse without me.”

Frankly, he was right. Atsumu’s role throughout this journey was to elicit joy even in the most crucial moments. His stupidity should not be mistaken for his attempts of trying to bring light to heavy situations and you appreciated him for that.

The same way you appreciated Osamu for the compassion and bravery he has showed for the last 4 months.

The same way you appreciated Kita for being the paternal figure to a group of young adults who could still be undeniably immature at most times.

And there was Suna, but he already knew his importance to you.

“You’ll find Asher tomorrow, Y/N.” Kita had a reassuring smile on his face, one that the other three guys also gave you.

“Heck yeah,” agreed Atsumu, “we’re on the final stage.”

With your last night on the house, you’ve had trouble trying to sleep. Maybe because you were excited to finally get to Aomori to see Asher again and start a new beginning with Suna and the rest of the group. Looking back at the tears you’ve shed and the heartbreak you’ve had to suffer on this journey, you realized how just how resilient you actually were.

Losing your parents, losing your friends, losing the people that treated you with kindness—most people would have gone mad and just give everything up. But you continued to live every single day because you ought to; for yourself, for your brother, for Rin. You wondered if your departed loved ones were watching you from afar, hoping that you could make it long enough to reunite with your brother.

They didn’t get to continue their lives, but thinking about the paradise that awaited them gave you a sense of consolation.

You guessed that Rin was also having all these thoughts as you found him alone by the living room staring at the fireplace to keep himself warm from the bitter coldness of the night. There was soft music playing from the turntable as you walked towards him, watching the vinyl record spinning nonstop.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, getting up. “Did you feel cold without me?”

“I do,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck with a slow breath. “Can’t sleep too, huh?”

His hands held your waist in simultaneous to the small smile that he displayed on his beautiful face. “Guess so,” he answered, his voice overpowered by the melody coming from the turntable. “Want a hug?”

“Please.”

“Come here.”

There was no denying that Rintarou Suna was the absolute love of your life. He was the only person that gave you warmth in cold nights. He was the only person that filled your hollow heart. He was the only person that put everything else in the background because when there was just you and him, you were left with no one else to think about.

His hugs gave you security so you tightened the embrace with your head listening to the beat of his heart knowing that it was beating for you. His scent, his touches, his presence—how could a person serve as the whole world for you?

You hardly noticed that he was swaying your entangled bodies in harmony to the tunes. With his head resting on top of yours, he caged your waist around his arms as you slow-danced to the music.

As romantic as this was, you knew this moment would be embedded in your memories forever.

“I love you, Rin.” You didn’t mind saying it first because there was no point in holding back. He had to hear these words that you’ve always wanted to say in order for your heart to feel at rest. The heart that he now acknowledged with the same love that was no longer unrequited.

It took him a few years to be honest with himself, and albeit taking too long to do so, he was glad to say the same words, “I love you.” Kissing your forehead and pulling away to stare at your glistening eyes, he repeated, “I love you, Y/N.”

Although your eyes were brimming with tears, you pushed it back by closing your lids as you pressed a kiss on his lips. Locking on each other’s kisses and moving with so much gentleness as if it was your first kiss.

You could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, overwhelming your senses as the taste of him silenced all your other thoughts. This time, your heart wasn’t accelerating. It was as calm as it could be just like the tranquility of this night.

He pulled away with your arms draped around his neck while he reached for his pockets and later held your hand. You were far too hypnotized by his kisses that your mind froze as soon as he was sliding a diamond ring on your finger.

“Wh-What’s this?” Stunned and speechless, you looked at your hand with wide eyes.

You heard his low chuckle. “Found it here. I hope the old couple doesn’t mind me giving it to my girlfriend.”

“Rin,” you lowered your voice, swayed by your feelings. “It looks beautiful.”

“Like the new owner?” He grinned, bringing his mouth back to yours for a deeper kiss. “It’s not enough for all the love you’ve given me for the past seven years.”

You shook your head and cupped his cheeks. “Having you beside me is enough.” Having your fingers combing through his hair made him relax from your touch. “Rin, I don’t think I can ever love anyone the same way I love you.”

The familiar cocky smirk reappeared on his face. “I’m the luckiest, then,” he claimed, pinching your nose. “I love you too, angel.” When he lifted your chin so you could look up at him, his expression softened, “You’re seeing Asher soon. That’s our priority for now, okay?”

You gave him a thankful nod before he replaced it with a warm kiss. “Okay.”

Déjà vu. It was how it felt to be seated in the backseat of the hummer next to Suna and Atsumu while Kita drove the car with Osamu on his side. It was déjà vu how the twins were fast asleep on their seats while the three of you stayed awake through the afternoon travel. From what you could recall, this was the same situation that you were in when you left the RV a few months ago.

The path that Kita followed from Akita to Aomori was the trail that Haru traced for you on the map which was potentially the best road you could take to avoid the city. You hoped that it was still the case as of today because the rest of the prefectures were already uninhabited, although nothing was fairly new at seeing all these abandoned houses and empty streets.

Unfortunately, you only had limited ammunition and food supply but you were certain that Aomori could provide enough security once you did reach the place. The only worry you had was if you did not reach the destination and that would just become the worst case scenario.

Suna held your hand throughout the car ride as you both looked through the tinted windows to see abandoned cars lined up on the bridge that you were currently passing on. Kita had to meander through the road to avoid the cars that housed a few Zs that you couldn’t exactly classify because they were spread out.

“It’s strange,” Rin cautiously spoke, tightening his hand around yours. “Fuck knows what happened here.”

If all these cars were abandoned, that only meant one thing. There was a brutal attack from a swarm of zombies in great numbers because there was no way in hell that these people would just leave their cars in here. They were trapped and devoured in a circumstance left with no options.

The shattered windows, the broken car doors, the splutters of blood, and perhaps the putrescence that surrounded the bridge was an aftermath of a bloodthirsty feast against outnumbered humans. You could sense death even without going through one and the alertness in Suna’s stance gave you fret.

Kita tried to steer the Hummer away from other vehicles. “Jesus, it’s hard to—”

Bam! The exploding sound of a tire rung on your ears followed by another one that finally disrupted Osamu from his slumber. The Hummer had gone askew with both tires on the left side popping at the most unfortunate time.

“SHIT.” A series of curses left your lips as much as it did with the other guys. Now you couldn’t think straight because this was absolutely not what you were expecting.

“‘Tsumu, wake the fuck up!” Osamu shook his twin brother’s arm. Kita, on one hand, was slamming his fist on the steering wheel.

This was bad.

“Rin.” You squeezed his hand but he pressed a kiss on your lips to calm you down.

“You scared?” he asked only to see your nod. “Don’t be. I’m right here.”

Reaching for your Colt .45 under the seat, Suna did the same by extending his arm to get his shotgun loaded. “Guns,” he announced to the group. “Load ‘em up with full ammunition. We gotta get moving.”

Between the five of you, Suna was the brains of the group. His mind functioned faster than his movements and this gave you the idea that he had already planned out what to do after observing his surroundings in just a span of 2 minutes.

“Sunarin, it’s not safe,” a groggy but alert Atsumu told him, looking around the windows to sight any Zs nearby.

Suna’s lips moved in a downward slope. “It’s more to dangerous to stay. The Hummer’s not gonna take us anywhere anymore.” With a focused mind and a well-planned strategy, he tossed the satellite phone over to Osamu. “‘Samu, send SOS to Aran just in case. He knows what to do, I talked to him before I left. Let’s go.”

All five of you were on the qui vive once you did get out of the Hummer with your weapons while you walked along the bridge in quiet footsteps. The melancholic 6PM skies painted your surroundings with a cold blue tint while the silent breeze kissed your face to heighten your eerie.

“Just stay close to me, okay?” Rin whispered to you as the pads of his boots landed on the flat concrete. The smell was nauseating. In a place where fetor of decay was strong, you knew that you should be frightened. But despite knowing this very fact that was lingering in your heads, Suna remained calm and you weren’t sure if he was just playing unfazed for your sake.

“I’m scared.” You looked around to see nothing but wrecked cars. “I-I need to make it to Asher.”

I can’t die tonight, no I can’t die. You were walking side-by-side between Suna and Osamu while Kita and Atsumu were following your trail from the back, pointing their guns at every corner.

“Man,” Atsumu said in a hushed voice. “This is really the boss level—”

“Behind you!” Suna yelled as the first Z appeared from Atsumu’s back, almost launching its putrid mouth to the blond until Rin fulminated its head with his shotgun. “Z2.”

Another one appeared from the car next to Suna and your fast reflex allowed you to shoot your gun to its head twice. “Fuck!” You couldn’t be wrong. It was also a Z2, otherwise it wouldn’t be hissing that loud. Half of the zombie’s head was already split open with its brain barely hanging off its skull.

“This fucking place is infested.” Osamu loaded his gun with shaky hands. And just as he said that, two more Zs came teetering out from their hiding, forcing him to shoot a fusillade of his own bullets. “I think we should run.”

Much to the snarling noises and the distant staggering of incoming awakened Zs, all five of you started picking up on your pace by sprinting towards the other end of the bridge in hopes finding a hideout from the living dead.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” For the first time in your life, you saw genuine tremor in Atsumu’s eyes as he partook on the gun shooting because the Zs kept on multiplying in such huge numbers.

There were 10 of them now.

Wait, 12.

16.

No, shit—you lost count.

“Fuck, we’re outnumbered!” Osamu screamed, using a different gun now. “This is my last gun.”

A barrage of bullets left and right came from each of you as you finally got out of the bridge and onto a road with a row of seemingly empty buildings. Where do we go? Your heart was leaping out of your chest as you panted. Suna was heavily focused on using his artillery to snipe the Zs that chased the rest of you.

“They’re Z3s, watch out and aim for the head!” he raised his voice to warn everyone, walking backwards while you helped them out with all the riddling. “Shit. I’m running out of ammo.”

“AARGHH!” “NRGHH!” “GARGHH!”

You charged your gun to your left, right, and behind you—shooting it on each direction with every Z that you can see. All around you were of similar arctic white eyes, blanched skin, and rotten corpses that staggered on their way to follow your trail. The multitude of flesh-eating monsters did not decrease despite your efforts of killing each of them.

Panic became your best friend as your hands violently shook after seeing a mob of Zs heading fast towards the five of you. Holy shit.

“Sunarin!” Kita flung his extra shotgun towards the guy after seeing that he ran out of ammo and Suna gracefully caught it with wide, questioning eyes. “I’ll be fine you guys go ahead.”

“Kitashin, what do you mean—”

“Go! Run, the four of you!” Kita growled, pushing you all as he backed away. “Go!”

What is he planning? You were heaving both of exhaustion and worry as your legs were giving up from all the running.

Atsumu was shaking his head in absolute denial. “Kita-san, no! You’re coming with us!”

As the Zs were getting closer and closer, you were also running out of time. You could see Kita exchanging looks with Osamu and Suna, patting their cheeks in a manner where they seemed to have understood what he was planning to do. It only took a few seconds for the two guys to pull you back away from the scene.

You, being surprised, tried to withdraw your arm. “Wait—”

“Suna, get her to safety,” Kita ordered as you held your breath in bafflement. “Osamu, take care of Atsumu.”

No. No, what was happening? What was going on?

Before you knew it, you watched in complete terror as Kita ran towards the mass of zombies to slow them down and temporarily distract them from coming closer to the four of you. The very act of sacrifice emitted a cry out of you as you witnessed how Shinsuke Kita met the hungry horde of Z2s and Z3s taking him down and feasting on his flesh.

“No! Kita-san!” Atsumu bellowed with a clearly pained Osamu pulling him by the collar. “‘Samu, we can’t leave him—!”

“He’s gone!” Osamu shouted, urging his brother to match the speed of his footsteps. “Get it together! We need to save ourselves!”

While your heart had shattered from the dreadful events, Suna was charging his shotgun and shooting a few more zombies with gritted teeth. “S-Suna, K-Kita just...”

“It’ll be okay.” He drew in a deep breath to hide his obvious sorrow while taking your hand in his. By doing a 360 view of the place, he then instructed, “Brown apartment complex. We’ll get to the rooftop.”

It was quite difficult to formulate your thoughts with all the adrenaline rush and paroxysm of emotions that were drowning you all at once. Still, with Suna being the emotionally stronger one between you two, he didn’t let go of your hand as he guided the direction towards the building.

Kita. Kita just sacrificed himself.

Atsumu was still in a similar shaken up state as you while his brother acted as his support. You only had limited bullets so Suna asked you to just focus on your track and reassured that he would take care of riddling the zombies along the way. Surely, as soon as you entered the building and ascended hastily towards the stairs, there were more deafening cannonades sent to each and every zombie that chased you.

“This is fucking insane,” Osamu cussed under his breath, hitting bulls eye on the Z2’s face before you made it to another level on the stairs.

You didn’t stop running no matter how tired you were, no matter how much you were shaking, no matter how rapid your heart was beating. All you could see in your head was Asher waiting for you in the camp and it was the only thing that you were holding on to.

Not even the cacophony of gunshots and zombie snarls could distract you from the image of your brother that you would give up your life to.

“I’ve ran out of bullets, fuck!” Suna jogged on the stairs behind you, ensuring your safety before him. “Y/N, don’t let go of your gun and follow Osamu.”

Osamu. You looked up and saw the grey-haired twin kicking the door to the rooftop as you finally reached the destination. The light that shone through the darkness of the stairs blinded your sight as you ran, not until you heard Atsumu and Suna’s grunts.

“Motherf—Suna help!” Atsumu shrieked, punching the zombie that lunged on him while Rintarou kicked the other one and sent it flying down the stairs.

You could barely understand what was happening.

The minute you entered the rooftop, you collapsed on the floor and desperately tried to catch your breath while the three guys worked on blocking the door with an old chest fridge so the zombies could not enter further. Your chest rose and fell with rapid breaths, eyes glued to the twilight skies and thanking God that you were still even alive.

“Door’s locked. Osamu, did you contact Aran?”

“Y-Yeah. They’re coming by sunrise. He needs the coordinates.”

“I can’t believe Kita-san just...”

You closed your eyes to hear the pendulum of inhales and exhales that you were taking, like a fish gasping after surfacing from the water. Just like you, they were struggling to breathe too. They had collapsed on the floor to rest their exhausted limbs and allow their minds to process just how fast everything happened.

You couldn’t wrap your mind at the thought that you lost another person in the group in the most tragic way possible. Kita, whose last dying decision was to save his friends’ lives over his own. You were rendered speechless at his act of sacrifice knowing that you owe him the lives that he chose to spare for the rest of you.

Never did you expect that a single day could turn things around for the worse.

“Hey.” At the sound of Suna’s worried voice, you opened your eyes to see his familiar amber orbs. He pulled you up before you could even move and embraced you before you could even speak. “You’re alright.”

Your hands gripped his flannel as you hugged him tighter. “I-I thought I was gonna die, if Kita hadn’t—”

“No, I won’t let it happen.” He brushed your hair and kissed your temple, soothing your worries despite the pain in his voice. “You’re not gonna die here. Not tonight. You’ll live for many more years.”

You sunk your face on the crook of his neck and submerged yourself into his presence and his comfort. For the longest time, all this man did was to save your life proving that his love had always been shown through his actions.

Imagining a life without Rintarou Suna would tear you asunder in the most cruel way you could think of. He was part of your life, the other half of your soul, and you could only look forward to having your new beginning with him.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” You looked up at him with glossy eyes. “I-I don’t know how we’re gonna go to camp but I wanna restart my life with you in there. I wanna marry you, have your kids, live a happy life with you.”

He caressed your cheek with his thumb just before he pecked your forehead with a still breath. “I might—”

The loud thumping on the door stole his attention as he immediately got up to check if the chest fridge had moved, but Osamu was quick to push it even further, leaving no space for the Zs to even enter to.

And as you looked at Suna from behind, your eyes grew wide in horror while you gasped in utter shock because the very sight just tore you to fucking pieces and left your whole world shattering before you. No, it couldn’t be. It couldn’t be possible. At that moment, you felt like you would go berserk.

You refused to accept it.

“Rin...” you called in a soft voice, lips quivering in both fear and agony. He turned on his heel to focus his attention back to you and quickly saw the change in your expression. “...Y-You h-have a bite on your nape.”

There was pain in his eyes—a pain that wasn’t for him, but a pain that was for you. A pain that he concealed with a smile because he knew that if he showed even the tiniest bit of weakness, he would lose it, too.

“I know.”

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pairing: professor!levi x fem!reader

warnings: angst, brief violence, slight fluff, explicit language, age gap just because it’s levi and he’s an elderly

summary: you’re a college student making money on the side as sugar baby, but one evening levi seeks you out for a date, and it soon becomes clear that one arrangement is about to make your college life a lot more complicated.

words: 6,500+

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🪓  .wanderlust masterlist  🪵  — a collab series with @meiansmistress

-> you are so fed up with the increasing demand and workload at your job as the head of public relations of a well-known and established media company, and a secluded cabin surrounded by nature in a faraway town was everything you needed to get your mind away from work, not knowing what you might encounter there…

pairing: iwaizumi x fem!reader (main), with mentions of iwaoi

themes: lumberjack!iwa, mentions of bisexual!iwa, virgin!reader, ex-boyfriend playboy!oikawa, fluff, angst, smut (in the later chapters so nsfw 18+ MDNI), aged-up characters, some characters have the same post-timeskip jobs so spoiler alert

notes: after a very much long time of utter sinning with sister keri/asellus aka @meiansmistress in the church of meian server as well as having this entire idea living rent-free in our minds, we have now decided to turn all our thirst for lumberjack!iwa into a reality! *yeet* so anyways I hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed the journey throughout this series! :) *cries in more wips*

✦ I — views

✦ II — a serenade in the open

✦ III — the build-up

✦ IV — a dinner in exchange

✦ V — the truth of the matter

✦ VI —  bittersweet

✦ VII — breaking point

✦ VIII — lumberjack’d

✦ IX — requiem

✦ X — cold sheets

✦ XI — never let go

✦ XII — atonement

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