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lovemeafterhrs · 6 months

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living with suna rintarou - one / daily routine

word count: 1k

warnings: smoking, flirting, sexual tension.

suna’s ears perked up when he heard keys jingling from the other side of the doorframe, and he hid the small smirk pulling over his features as the front door swung open.

“what’s up, fellas?” her syrupy sweet voice rang through the living room, and she hung up her jacket with a little hum as she approached the set of plush couches.

“hey. how was your day?” osamu asked, pulling buds off a large stem with his fingers. he had a grinder on one thigh and a controller on the other, an amused smile on his face as he greeted her.

“it was alright. better now that i’m here with you.” a teasing smile pulled at her plump, red lips as she carded her manicured nails through her roommate’s hair. she leaned against the back of the couch and leaned further into rintarou’s personal space while simultaneously flirting with his best friend.

she was always doing stuff like this… touching up on him just to test his resolve. it seemed like she was always pushing his buttons to gauge his reactions, but he couldn’t bring himself to express his discontentment about it. probably because a part of him enjoyed it far too much to admit out loud.

“you guys look like you’re having fun.” she stated, pushing herself away from the couch to get a better look at the sight in front of her.

calm music poured from the speakers of the television as she mused over their choice in video game. atsumu was the only one currently playing, absorbed into the storyline as he waited for the other two.

seated between the twins, suna gave her a little wink of recognition with a blunt in hand. his tongue dragged over the seam of the tobacco leaf, and his eyes didn’t leave hers as she leaned down to pull off her shoes.

“yeah, you came home just in time.” he offered her a little smirk as he ran the flame over the wet wrapper. he watched her lean down to unbuckle her heels, and his eyes raked over her cleavage when her gaze was everted.

“sweet, we can smoke while i get ready.” she looked legitimately delighted at the thought, clapping her hands together as she fell into the plush cushions next to atsumu.

“where are you goin’ tonight?” the rambunctious blonde’s eyes finally left the television as he gave her a quick up and down. she didn’t catch suna’s roll of the eyes at his friend’s behavior, but both of the twins gave him a little snicker as he sparked the blunt.

“me and a couple of the girls are going to the club.”

“oh, yeah? so we shouldn’t expect you home tonight?” a playful smirk fell over rintarou’s features as he exhaled, before passing to osamu.

“probably not until the early morning.” she shrugged, watching smoke plum through the room as the blunt made its way around the circle. atsumu choked down a laugh that was barely hidden by his coughing fit.

“going out to cause trouble, then.” osamu replied, followed shortly by a cough. she gave him a knowing look and took a deep inhale of smoke with a teasing glint in her eyes.

“well, you know me.” her reply caused her roommate to look between the pair suspiciously, eyes scanning for his friend’s reaction. he didn’t like what he found, watching osamu’s cheeks turn a bright pink under her gaze.

content with osamu’s flustered image, she averted her eyes back to the screen as she passed the blunt to suna. “so, what’s this game all about?”

after a drawn-out explanation of their current adventure (including gameplay and smart-ass comments from the trio), she finally made her way to her room to change. after about an hour in front of her vanity, she was back in the living room to put on her shoes. her black skirt swayed with her hips as she walked over to the couch with boots in hand.

“you boys have any plans tonight?” she questioned, leaning down to tie the straps in place. this gave the men an opportunity to stare without shame, eyes bulging at the sight of her ample chest.

“you’re lookin’ at it.” suna’s reply seemed almost far away, focused entirely on taking in every inch of her appearance.

“cute, i’ll see you tomorrow then.” her eyes looked up to his, catching his stare with a little smirk. she rose from her seat, heels clacking against the hardwood as she leaned over to press a kiss to rintarou’s flushed cheek.

“we’ll be here. if you see me crashed on the floor, mind your business.” atsumu gave her a salute with his playful remark, and she returned it with a grin.

“alright, i’m heading out. don’t have too much fun without me.”

“wouldn’t dream of it.” suna replied, a smile tugging at his lips as he watched her gather her purse and coat.

“are you sure you don’t wanna smoke before you go?” the silver haired man’s voice caught her attention, and she turned to address him. suna could’ve sworn he saw hearts forming in her eyes when she looked at him, and he grimaced.

“that’s really sweet of you to ask, but i’m already late. smoke a fat one for me, alright?”

“anything for you, baby.” osamu drawled out, eyes falling on the bare skin above her stockings. his choice of words earned him a smack on the shoulder from his brother and a pointed glare from rintarou.

as soon as they heard the door slam closed, the twins had already set out to annoy their friend further.

“god, your roommate is so fucking hot.” atsumu’s quip did not go unnoticed, earning an eye twitch from the dark-haired man.

“shut the fuck up.”

“nah, he’s got a point.” osamu shrugged, effectively making the situation worse. the twins could hear a discontent huff from the other side of the couch as he dropped his controller against the cushions.

“osamu you don’t get an opinion on this ever.” he snapped, side-eyeing both of them as he reached for the grinder.

“why am i not allowed to have an opinion on your roommate being attractive?”

“because you totally want to have sex with her, idiot.” rintarou scoffed and grabbed the rolling tray off the table, motioning for atsumu to pass him the papers off the other side of the table.

“well to be fair, i kind of already did.” before osamu could stop himself, the words were falling out of his mouth as his friend’s eyes widened.

“what did you just say?”

#okay so roommate! suna brainrot seriously #no thoughts just him #suna rintarou #rintarou suna #suna rintarou x reader #rintarou suna x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu smau #not technically haikyuu smau but connects to haikyuu smau so ill forgive it #suna rintarou girlies rise up...#hq #hq x reader

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fish-with-more-eyes · 6 months

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lazy lighting practice w snos :3

i should. probably fix a bunch of stuff in this but i will not <333

#idk why ppl hc osamu as a smoker but it gave me a good excuse to draw him when i found this reference pic #nyeh i haven't drawn in ages T-T #haikyuu fanart #sunaosa #miya osamu #suna rintarou #woohoo yeeting this out into the world and hoping the next one is better skdfs #fellas is it gay to-#hq brainrot doodles #haikyuu

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rintaco · 2 years

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𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐌𝐄, 𝐇𝐈𝐌: (𝐈)

suna x reader (fem)

angst. slight fluff. 4.1k words

chapter one. (why do you come, when it’s already too late?) summary: suna knows you, and you know him. yet despite all of your feelings for each other, would it be enough to brave the tests of life? or is it just futile efforts leading to fruitless outcomes?

Love wasn’t something that he’d say he prioritised. He’d always been one to think that if he ended up dying alone, then that’s that. That he’ll be fine with it. That it doesn’t really matter. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t see. Maybe that’s why he never recognised it; his own habits, behavior, emotions.

Not until he’s been brought to this point.

Suna’s sitting in his car in the pouring rain, jacket hood pulled over his head, head slumped over the wheel, vehicle parked right outside your apartment complex. He sighs; it’s been a long day.

Suna knew. Suna’s always known.

You’re a good person. Down to your bones. Every fibre of your being screamed good. Everything your parents wanted, you’d adhere to them.

You’d always scored good grades, even back when he first got to know you in high school. Suna found out later on that it was because your mother’s family owned a huge pharmaceutical company, and that your parents were both strict businesspeople. That was why you strove so hard to mirror even a little of such success. Both you and Suna were always taking turns topping classes. That was where all your banter started. Though, you were a peaceful person above all. You’d always play mediator. No matter who was fighting.

Yeah he remembers. Why wouldn’t he?

There was a time when you argued with him. The only bad part was that he couldn’t fucking remember why. But it took a toll. Usually when you two fought it’d be over in a matter of seconds because either of you would give in.

But that situation was different.

It was bad. It got bad to the point where that was the first time he let his best friend go to sleep angry. Sad. Frustrated. It was bad to the point where Suna felt that same way. Couldn’t even fall asleep. It was bad to the point where he saw the circles under your eyes get darker the next day he saw you at school. The guilt had gnawed at him the entire day.

You ignored him when he asked if you could talk. Pushed past his shoulder. Forcefully and all.

He remembers you ignoring him for three days straight. He remembers not wanting to be on bad terms with you anymore. Because fuck, you’re his best friend. And he was just a teenager at age seventeen who didn’t know shit about the world—but if he could be absolutely sure of one thing? It was that the world would suck without you in his life.

It was criminal how someone could have a hold over someone else like you had over him. Didn’t even have a normal appetite for those three days because you ignored his texts. Couldn’t even hit a good spike during training because you chose to greet Atsumu at the court but not him. Made him realise that his girlfriend at the time didn’t mean shit next to you.

Suna straightens up, eyes widening. Now he remembers why you were fighting.

EIGHT YEARS AGO

“So, should I go with her?”

You deadpanned. It was almost funny how unamused you were. “Are you high?”

“No.”

“Then why are you asking a dumb question?”

“Aren’t you the one who’s always calling me a dumbass?”

“Didn’t think you were this dumb, though.”

A pregnant pause filled the room. Your fingers on the controller stopped moving. Suna won that round. But he toggled the off button for his switch. The screen turned blank.

Neither of you spoke for a while.

“Chill out, would you?”

That was the night that Suna learned telling you to ‘chill out’ during a fight was a no-go.

“Whatever, Rin,” you sighed, tossing the controller onto his bed behind you. You were grabbing your bag. All Suna could remember was feeling indignant because what the fuck was up with you? “Why don’t you just ask Rokka to come over? I’m leaving.”

You were pouting. He could hear it in your voice. But he didn’t fucking get it.

(He should’ve. In hindsight, he really should’ve.)

“Dude, what the fuck?”

(That wasn’t the way to go either.)

You were silent. Uncharacteristically silent. Usually if it was an argument that wasn’t too serious you’d be an ass. Just spouting words that made sense to you and then Suna would relegate his loss and then you’d force him to buy you ice cream even if it was twelve fucking a.m. and the both of you had classes the next day.

“Let it go, Rin.” The defeat in your voice wasn’t one he recognised. It was like you telling him I’m tired of talking, can we just drop this? And he didn’t want to.

You were being weird and Suna wanted to get to the bottom of it. But he was stubborn. And impatient. And impulsive. And spiteful.

Yeah, mostly spiteful. Spiteful because he wanted to hear something from you, but you never said the words.

In that moment, just before you started walking toward the door, he scoffed. He’d already dialled his (then) girlfriend’s number, and she’d picked up within seconds. Like always. For him.

“Hey, baby?”

“Yeah, Rin?” She sounded unusually happy. Probably because Suna didn’t use petnames too often with her back then.

“Think you could come over?” For a split second, he thought he almost saw you turn around. He wonders now what expression was on your face then. But you didn’t turn around. So Suna took it as his cue to be an ass. “Had a fight with someone. Wanna come over? Would be nice to talk to a pretty face for a change today.”

He knew. He knew it was a dick move. Yet he did it anyway. Because he was dumb. Fucking dumb, just like you always pointed out. But you had said them playfully. Yet he knew at that moment he deserved it. He knew his words would hurt you—and that was why he did it.

For some reason, you unintentionally hurt him. And that was him getting back at you, childish as it was.

Suna didn’t even wait for Rokka to respond, he just hung up then and there. He just wanted you to hear what he said. He just wanted to hurt you. In that one single moment. That single second. But the moment you actually turned around, whatever softness you had toward him before had vanished.

You were angry. And he’d never seen you angry. Not at him. Your ire was never directed at him. Until then. And then he realised what he’d done.

He hurt you. He hurt his best friend. On purpose. Just because of something he didn’t yet realise. If the roles were reversed, he knew you wouldn’t have done the same to him. You were better than him. You always were.

“Fuck you, Suna Rintarou.” You spat that in his face. And then slammed his bedroom door shut.

[ PRESENT ]

Even now he can remember your eyes when you spat those words at him. Since then he made himself promise that he would never do anything that’d upset you that much again. He drew a line he’d force himself never to cross. It stumped him back then, why he would do such a thing for anyone.

Doesn’t come as a surprise to himself now. He knows why. He could lose anyone—but not you. It took him way too long to realise, to admit to himself, but he’s run out of excuses. He had six whole damn months to do this, but look at him now. It’s so fucking corny that he’s laughing at himself.

Because now he’s at the precipice.

If he doesn’t do something, he just might lose you for good. The first step is for him to get out the fucking door so why can’t he bring himself to? A part of him wants to think it’s wrong of him and that he shouldn’t go through with this, but another part of him is telling him that what’s wrong is not saying a thing at all.

His green eyes flick up; your apartment’s on the eighth floor. The lights are on. You’re awake. He chuckles to himself. It’s 2am and you’re awake. 2am. Just like that night eight years prior. Except you’re both all grown up now. And that you have a big day tomorrow.

He can’t help but wonder— are you nervous? Excited? A part of him doesn’t want to admit that he wishes you’re feeling regretful.

On a normal day, he’d shake that small part of him away. But not tonight. He won’t do that tonight. He can’t.

He remembers Osamu’s words from earlier: if you don’t do it now you’ll regret it forever. He remembers Kita’s too: that’s what I’ve been trying to figure out myself too—why haven’t you done it sooner? Hell, even Atsumu’s words made sense.

Might wanna hurry up before you really lose her, you dumb fuck. As entertaining as it it, don’t really wanna see you being a loser your whole life.

A ghost of a smile graces Suna’s lips. He really is a dumb fuck. He came all the way here, what the fuck else is he waiting for? Atsumu’s right. He doesn’t ever want to lose you. In any sense of the word.

So there he is, on a Tuesday night, at 2am in the morning, getting out of his car into the pouring rain and running to your apartment. There he is, shooting his first shot with you since the ten years that he’s known you. There he is, fucking shivering in your apartment lobby, getting into the lift—hair matted wet against his face and wearing his heart on his sleeve.

It’s like he’s possessed by something he can’t explain—his feet takes him to your door, the familiar mahogany wood a welcoming sight. Anything he could relate to you would be anything good.

Even the way he knocks on your door feels foreign because he can’t remember the last time he did something that felt this right.

And when you open the door and see him outside in this state, your eyes widen. But they welcome him, still. They always do. Because that’s how you feel too, don’t you?

Yeah, you will always feel for Suna Rintarou. Just like how he will always feel for you.

EIGHT YEARS AGO.

Three days after you flipped out at Suna for being an ass, you started hating yourself for not being able to sleep well.

It was stupid. He was stupid. Such an asshole. Who the fuck dates a girl for a year and then ask their best friend if they should uproot their lives just to follow their girlfriend to a whole other continent?

Volleyball. Scholarship. Family. He had so much to stay in Japan for. So why the fuck was he even seriously considering it? Did they mean nothing to him?

…did you?

Maybe you should’ve just said something. But either way, it’d paint you in a bad light, wouldn’t it?

Your eyes caught sight of the digital clock on your nightstand. 2am. You’d been having a horrible time trying to sleep these past few days. Your phone was vibrating on your study desk. You didn’t want to pick it up. It could only be Suna, and you were still mad at him for what he said.

Insulting you to your face wasn’t something you’d stand for. Even if he thought Rokka was prettier than you, the least he could do was keep it to himself.

You really shouldn’t have wasted your tears over him that night. It wasn’t worth it. He probably started making out with Rokka the minute she came anyway, thoughts of his best friend hurriedly pushed aside. You thought it was pathetic how you could be thinking that and still be tearing up.

The knock on your window seemed to make them stop though. Your brows furrowed; half afraid of what was there. Logical reasoning told you it was Suna himself, but the dumb part of you thought it might be a ghost. The moment you opened your curtains, Suna may as well have been a ghost. He was wearing all white and face pale as a sheet. And for a moment there, you forgot that you swore to yourself you wouldn’t talk to him.

“What are you doing here in the middle of the night?” You were half-whispering half-screaming at him. As much as you wanted to make his ears bleed, you’d rather not wake your parents up. That was a whole other kind of hell to deal with.

Suna only offered a sheepish smile, the boyish gaze slipping through the gaps in his bangs. He climbed in slowly, sidestepping the clothes you’d tossed on the floor of your room. He’d been in here so many times you didn’t doubt he knew every inch of your room as well as you did.

“Someone wouldn’t pick up my calls.”

You shut the window, glad that you couldn’t see his expression right then. A sigh escaped your lips as you drew the curtains shut, deciding to interrogate him on how exactly he managed to climb up three storeys to your window.

“Someone is mad at you,” you replied, opting to ignore him standing there completely and just climbed under your covers again. They were perfectly comfortable and he was the culprit that got you out of them in the first place. He could stand in the middle of your room all night for all you cared.

He didn’t, though. He sat gently down at the side of your bed, careful not to get any part of you. Suna wasn’t looking directly at you, gaze fixed instead on what you thought may have been the most interesting piece of wall ever if he was staring at it that intently.

“I’m sorry.”

It wasn’t shocking that he was. As much as Suna seemed to be aloof most of the time and as much as he goofed around, he had always been perceptive. You’d always known that. What stunned you was the fact that he outright said it. He didn’t. Not usually.

The Suna you knew liked to go through an entire round of bullshit before he’d say anything close to an apology. The Suna you knew always hid behind tough words to convey his feelings. The Suna you knew was dumb, and an ass, and would rather die than ever admit he was wrong.

Yet here he was. Apologising as if it was something he said often.

It wasn’t until he turned to look at you slightly that you realised you’d been silent all along and burning a hole in his face. And if he’d come close enough, you thought that maybe you could confirm if those really were tears threatening to spill from the edges of his eyes.

A smirk lit his expression up. “I know I’m hot but quit staring,” he teased.

You thought he was but like hell were you admitting it. It was one of the traits you shared with him.

“Fuck off, Rin.” You were pouting. But unlike the other day, you felt better. Warmer inside. Like everything was fine again. You weren’t letting that comment slide easily—if he thought everything was okay just because of a damn apology he had another thing coming.

All you wanted was a peaceful night again without thoughts of Suna’s hurtful words disturbing it. As much as your logic screamed at you that he didn’t mean it, a nagging feeling at the back of your head kept thinking he did. And you didn’t know why his opinion mattered so much. Not back then. Before you could even think of opening your mouth and giving him a piece of your mind, you felt a hand on your cheek.

Opening your eyes, you found Suna’s clear green eyes inches away from your face. He had moved to squatting next to your bed, face level with yours. He wasn’t staring at anything in particular—you could see he was deep in thought—but his gaze happened to rest on your lips, and you were doing everything you could not to tremble.

“I didn’t mean any of it, y’know?” His voice was low and hoarse. His thumb was tracing circles on your cheek. “I was frustrated, and ended up saying something I didn’t mean.”

You understood. You were frustrated that day too. You didn’t really understand why you were. You just were.

If Suna didn’t sound sincere, you would’ve swatted his hand away, but he was your best friend—you knew he was genuine. Suna would never put on an act like this. He was being real.

“I hate you for that, Suna Rintarou.” You closed your eyes; you didn’t think you could handle staring at his perfect face any longer than you already were. He was too close. His fingers were too warm. His lips felt too far.

He chuckled. “How ‘bout I make it up to you, hm?” His thumb was still tracing circles. Your eyes were closed but you felt like you could feel him actually staring at you this time. You didn’t dare to open your eyes. You didn’t want to be wrong.

“Then you’ll probably spend your entire life trying to make it up to me.”

“You proposing to me already? Way too early, babe.”

You get up and hit him on the shoulder for his joke. Plus, you had to turn around. You’d rather not let him see your flustered expression. Was this really what you felt for him?

“Don’t ‘babe’ me. Shut up before Rokka flies over here and slaps the shit out of me for trying to steal her boyfriend.”

Suna was laughing, and you could feel the mattress sink under his weight as he sat beside your sleeping body. He leaned down, and this time, his lips were way too close. You could feel his hot breath fanning against your ear.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, I broke up with her a couple days ago.”

“What?”

You felt like a terrible person for feeling a little hopeful about the fact that he was single again. Rokka hadn’t always been extremely nice to you, but that poor girl probably felt hurt too. After all, all you could recall about her was her swooning publicly over Suna all the time.

“Yeah, it just wasn’t working out.” There was something in the tone of his voice that made you feel like you shouldn’t pry further. And normally you’d ignore that, but this time you listened.

“And now you come crying to me or something?”

Suna scoffed. “Nah, I just really missed my best friend and wanted to tell her how pretty she is.”

Any normal person would think that anyone saying that was just trying their luck, but luckily you knew him better than that. He wasn’t lying, but with the amount of things he was saying now that he doesn’t usually say, he’d gotten your heart beating out of your chest.

“Shut—”

“I’ll never do that to you again,” he blurted out before you could finish your sentence. “I promise.”

You didn’t know what that was referring to, but you accepted it anyway. You missed your best friend too, after all.

“You better.”

“I promise,” he repeated.

He kept it.

[ PRESENT ]

“Rin? What’re you doing here?”

Seeing Suna out of breath and showing up at your apartment at 2am brings back memories. Except the previous time he wasn’t soaked from the rain. And this time, you aren’t fighting.

So why’s he here at 2am? You can’t think of anything that could be going wrong.

“Don’t go through with it.”

Your heart drops. It’s not what you expected him to say. You don’t understand a thing. “What?”

Suna swallows the lump in his throat. He sees the way you’re looking at him like he’s a madman. And you should. He’s saying things he shouldn’t be. “Don’t marry him.”

You don’t know how to feel. A part of you has always loved Suna. A part of you loves him in a way you can’t explain. But can you really throw everything aside just for him? Just because he decides to show up twelve hours before your wedding and tells you not to go through with it?

“Are you high?”

This time, Suna isn’t going to answer wrong.

“I’ve never been this sane in the longest fucking time,” he tells you, taking one of your hands in his.

It tears your heart in two to even be having this conversation. “What are you talking about, Rin?”

He holds your hand tighter. “I love you.”

It’s weird. Weird to finally hear it. Weird to think that all along your feelings were the same. Weird to be feeling conflicted when at one point of time you thought you’d give anything to hear him say those words.

But a lot’s changed in eight years.

“I’m sorry it took me this long to say it, but—”

“And I’m sorry but… I can’t.”

There. You said it. You yank your hand away from his, and you have no guts to look him in the eyes. It was hard enough for you to say no to him. You can’t afford to sway now.

For a few seconds, the both of you just stand there in silence. It feels like hours though. Suna’s taken aback by the lack of feedback. He doesn’t understand it either. He knows you feel the same. So why won’t you?

“I know it’s selfish of me,” he says. He knows. “And I know it’s last minute—” he uses his fingers to tip your chin up to look at him. “But do you even love him?”

“That’s not fair.” You try to pull your hand away but he draws nearer to you.

Suna rests his forehead against yours. “It’s an arranged marriage,” he reminds you, eyes closed. “It’s purely for business, isn’t it? If you don’t want to go through with it, I’m sure your parents wouldn’t object.”

You want to tell him you didn’t have much of a choice. You want to tell him how much he overestimates your parents’ characters. You want to tell him that you’d put it off long enough. You want to scream at him for not confessing sooner.

So you steel your resolve.

“And what makes you think I don’t want this?”

“Do you?” Suna challenges.

You pull away to look him in the eyes. “Why wouldn’t I? He’s a great guy. He’s a gentleman, even if we aren’t all that close. He treats me well, and our parents get along great.”

“Do you love him?” Suna asks again.

You’re too tired to fight your feelings, so you resort to pushing him away. Your hand extends to push him away from your door, and you look at him one last time, the hand on the door handle trembling slightly. You want to tell him that you’ll see him tomorrow, but with what just went down, would he even still attend the wedding?

So you opt for another goodbye.

“Take care, Rin,” you whisper as you shut the door, your body crumbling to the ground as you sob your feelings out, hoping that Suna doesn’t hear a thing before he leaves.

A few minutes later, you hear the ding of the elevator and suppose that that’s Suna leaving. You hear his feet dragging against the floor, and you feel like the worst human being ever.

“Are you okay?”

The sudden voice startles you, but you look up to find a familiar face. Your soon-to-be husband. Despite only having known him for a short time, whatever you told Suna is true. He’s a decent man, you could tell.

“I couldn’t sleep and overheard you guys fighting.”

You force a smile. “Yeah, it’s nothing.”

You attempt to get up, only to find that he’s settling down beside you against the door. He looks at you through his black tresses and offers you a small smile.

“It’s not nothing if you’re crying like that,” he tells you. He feels warm. And you’re thankful you have him. You’re thankful that out of everyone, at least you didn’t get anyone creepy or insufferable. “You can tell me about it.”

He may not be Suna, but he understands you well, to a certain degree. The smile that appears on your face this time is a real one. “Thanks, S—”

“It’s been six months. Am I still that much of a stranger to you?” He cuts you off.

You giggle. You haven’t called him by his first name before, but it’s cute to see that it’s been bothering him. You don’t know if your mind’s going to change overnight, but you’re still grateful to have him here beside you.

Slowly, you rest your head in the crook of his neck. He smells clean, fresh. He always does. A small smile breaks through his usually stern expression after hearing your next words.

“Thanks, Kiyoomi.”

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Finally Figured out how to create a masterlist, turns out I'm not dumb. Hopefully this will make it easier for you guys to navigate my page. If you find any problems or fics that haven't been added just send it to my Req box and I'll be sure to fix it. Love you guys!!

❀𝓙𝓾𝓳𝓾𝓽𝓼𝓾 𝓚𝓪𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓷❀

Angst

Gojo Satoru

Ghosting

Geto Suguru

Ghosting

Fluff

Gojo Satoru

Bittersweet Savior

❀𝒯𝐿𝒪𝒰❀

Smut

Abby Anderson

Take It Back

Caught In a Riptide

Fluff

Abby Anderson

Redacted

Ellie Williams

My Pretty Girl

❀𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾❀

[DISCONTINUED}

Smut

Suna Rintarou

A Night To Remember

Smut blurbs

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa Brainrot

❀𝒞𝒪𝒟 𝑀𝒲❀

Smut

Simon (Ghost) Riley

Selfless

Unapologetic

Angst

Simon (Ghost) Riley

A Little While

A Minute Too Late

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nightyl · 2 years

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Nightyl Tori's Haikyuu Masterlist

Temporary

This masterlist includes my works on haikyuu. More on drabbles, but enjoy! Requests are open.

HQ Timeskip contains manga spoilers

MIYA ATSUMU

[4:06 PM] - miya atsumu, he's clingy and wants your attention.

A not-so-romantic date with Miya Atsumu - exactly how the title is, but it's fun

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

[4:07 PM] - it's summer and you feel hot.

Birthday - it's his birthday and you have a surprise.

Ours - reader is sad, omi comforts.

All over again - he falls in love with you in different moments, again and again.

"I'm still mad at you" - sakusa's mad but he loves you

AKASHI KEIJI

My Heroine - Akaashi Keiji, you both love reading and he gives you something.

SUNA RINTAROU

[10:26] - just bf suna dancing with you.

Headcanons

After break up - ft. sakusa, atsumu, and suna.

Tori thoughts brainrots

Sakusa brainrot #1

SMAUs

RUNAWAY - sakusa kiyoomi x reader

— Getting engaged to one of the biggest musicians feels like a dream, for sure. Oh, how you prayed that this was all a dream. What more could possibly go wrong if Y/N fled her own wedding? Accidentally getting in the wrong car assuming it was her friend’s, only to see her ex boyfriend, Sakusa Kiyoomi, behind the wheel? No biggie, I swear!

I'll try to write more! I'm still trying to find the strength to continue writing but I'm still working on being consistent. Thank you for reading! I get distracted and unmotivated a lot so there might be times I'll disappear.

#haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #hq hcs #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #hq drabbles #haikyuu masterlist #masterlist #haikyuu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu miya atsumu #suna rintaro #haikyuu akaashi #nightyl.writes

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taeyamayang · 2 years

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PRACTICE GAME, REMATCH?

ㅡa oneshot side story from my series Falling for Your Brother's Friend, Suna. this side story takes place after part 2 of the series. it is not 'required' to read the series as you can enjoy this piece as is, however, reading it gives you an idea to their bg, history, and some of their inside jokes/quirks.

pairing: Suna Rintarou x Reader

gist: from a friendly match to a serious bet. you find yourself defending half of the court with your brothers, the Miya twins, against Inarizaki's famous ace, middle blocker, and captain.

genre: fluff! | romance | a lot of bickering and teasing | suna fucking brainrot AGAIN and i do not apologize

warning: smoochies heh | not safe for suna simps | jealous suna | barely edited will do it when i'm free

୭ m.list | hq.list

How you spend your time this afternoon is not quite different from an ordinary after-class day. Mayhaps, the only difference is that you are not required to be in the volleyball gym yet you voluntarily chose to be here. After all, could there be any other places to kill time when your brothers, Atsumu and Osamu, and boyfriend, Suna Rintaro, are obsessed with playing volleyball?

However, your presence in the court is deemed unwelcomed by two individuals who share the same obnoxious face. Osamu, in particular, has been staring at you since you arrived but you ignore him with ease as usual. On the other hand, Atsumu, the blonde idiot is like a damned fly. He shoots glares at you from across the room, scrutinizing your every move, and judging your reason for staying. Every time you swat him out of your vision, he makes sure you know he is there.

“Stop staring at Suna and wipe your drool,” Atsumu calls from the court after tossing a ball to Aran. The ball bounces on the other side of the net in perfect trajectory.

“Shut up! I wasn’t drooling!” Your cheeks burn from embarrassment as pairs of eyes shift to you. You quickly glance at the boy you’re dating only to catch him looking at you. Even though you have been dating Suna for months, he still has the same effect on you when you first realized you’re head over heels for him, but still drooling is an exaggeration.

“Ha! You didn’t even deny staring at Suna! Go home and be productive. Cook me dinner!” Atsumu demands like he owns your family's place. It’s too late to deny watching your boyfriend block spikes from Aran (because you are indeed staring at him. To be true, how can you not when he looks hot in his jersey?) so the only way to win the chaff is to throw in your expertise... insults.

“If I’m not looking at him, who else would I look at? You and your flat ass? I’d rather stare at a freaking wall it wouldn’t be much different!” Your insults work as Atsumu begins to fume.

“Welcome to my life, everyone.” A loud sigh rolls out from Osamu’s lips as he shakes his head in disappointment. The two of you continued bickering loudly as he massage his temples as if to soothe stress.

“Samu?!” You call, turning your attention to the gray-headed in hopes to gain a comrade.

“I shared with you mama’s nutrients for nine months don’t you dare betray me now. I don't have a flat ass, you gotta agree on me with this, twin!” Atsumu jots in. He always uses the twin card whenever he needs Samu to be on his side. Although it never worked, not even once.

“For fucks sake, I will not take anyone’s side!” Osamu exclaims, exasperated for the nth time since you and Atsumu learned how to bicker back and forth like a toddler fighting over a plastic toy. As you and the blonde go on with exchanging insults, Aran with an admiring smile walks up to Osamu.

“I can see that you have an interesting family. Is there anything that the two of them agree on?” Aran asks, stirring Osamu's thoughts to wonder. Sure, there are tons of things that the two of you disagree on but there is one thing that makes everyone certain that you and Atsumu share the same DNA.

“Volleyball,” Osamu replies, eyes still glued to the two of you. “Those two are freaks of volleyball, although (y/n) refuses to admit it.”

“Hm, volleyball.” A soft-toned voice catches Osamu and Aran off guard. Kita appears next to Osamu. Between his hands is a volleyball and on his face is a tender smile. He proposes, “How about a three-on-three match? The Miyas versus Inarizaki’s men’s volleyball team members?”

“A-are you serious, Kita-san?” Osamu stutters, looking at him with wide eyes. Nonetheless, Kita’s idea tinder the flame in him. People have seen him and Atsumu play together but never the three of you on the same team. Perhaps, it’s about time to show what is like to be a Miya.

“Interesting, I’m down to play!” Aran raises his hand and Kita nods in approval.

“Hey, dimwits! Kita-san is proposing a three-on-three battle. We’re on the same team, what do you say?” Osamu cuts off the unending heated (not really) argument between the two of you. You look at each other; at the same time a similar spark lights in your eyes. With a click of a tongue and sly smile, Osamu whispers to himself. “There you go, the freaks of volleyball.”

“You better save every ball, (y/n).” Atsumu cups his dominant shoulder with one hand as he begins to roll his arm into circles. For the meantime, he dimisses all arguments he was ready to throw at you at the back of his mind. For later, of course. Atsumu clearly has his priorities straight.

“Just keep your eyes forward, I got your back, dumbass.” Likewise, confidence seeps as you respond.

Osamu proves that he knows his siblings well. If there’s one thing the two of them instantly agree on, it’s volleyball. Both you and Atsumu make your way to where the rest are.

“I’m in, too.” A boy calls from the other side of the court. Your eyes meet with a sharp pair and your walls crash beneath your feet. Suna strides in the direction where you and the rest are located. His orbs linger at you as the corners of his lips are pulled by his infamous sneer.

“Alright, all is set. This is the Miyas against three of us.” Kita joins his hands together to commence the match. “You have a spare uniform at the women’s locker room right, (y/n)?”

“Yep!” Kita’s question causes you to tear your eyes from your boyfriend. As each prepare for the match, Suna slithery walks up to you.

“How about we put a bet on this game, just between the two of us? Whoever team win earns a favor.” He says.

“You are serious about this, huh?” You tip your head up to meet his gaze. Cocking your eyebrow in question causes Suna to taunt you further.

“I won’t go easy on you, love.” Yet, you play his game.

“Don’t sulk when you lose, love.” You mockingly mirror his tone. You shoot him an arrogant grin, one that reaches your eyes. “If this game earns me a favor from none other than Suna Rintarou who would rather do nothing than anything then, be my guest. I’m in.” You shoot him a wink before jogging your way out of the gym and to the women’s locker room. Albeit, Suna is left attempting to hide a smile showing on his face. Your strong spirit and competitive nature are one of the many things that charmed him.

Soon everyone is set. News within Inarizaki flies like pollens in the wind as students who stayed behind after finals begin to gather in the gym. They must have heard of the three-on-three match between the Miya siblings and the men’s volleyball team. It's no wonder as their team has garnered several admirers since they started making a name in tournaments outside of Hyogo so it is not surprising to see a swarm of girls and a few boys squealing in excitement as they anticipate the game. You were just like them a few months back; standing on the courtside and pretending to cheer on your brothers when you are thoroughly captivated by a tall blocker.

A freshman on the men's volleyball team offered to be the commentator of the game to spice it up a bit. He rolled an old folder to make it into a makeshift amplifier.

"Alright everyone gather your voice and cheer for the team standing on the left side. Give it up for the Miyas! Wearing number seven, we have Inarizaki's men's volleyball team setter, Atsumu Miya!" And just that with his name called out, screams from the crowd echoed in the gym. The cheers did not die down as the commentator introduces the next member. "Together with him in his team, wearing number eleven is Inarizaki's men's volleyball team wing spiker, Osamu Miya! And the last and certainly not the least, but maybe the tiniest."

"Hey!" You cut him off and the crowd laughs. The commentator who is also your batchmate lifts two fingers to show a peace sign. He continues, "Standing with jersey number thirteen is Inarizaki's women's volleyball team's newest member and libero, (y/n) Miya!" You can't help but side-eye the crowd. Being introduced next to your famous brothers put weight on your shoulder. Nevertheless, the audience cheers for you.

Afterward, the commentator introduces the other team. Kita Shinsuke, the captain, remained unmoved by the cheers by keeping his eyes forward. Aran Ojiro flashed a cute smile while nodding at the spectators. Finally, Suna Rintarou held your breath by sticking his gaze on you. He did not flinch at the defeaning cheers bouncing off the wall of the gymnasium as he stares at you with a look on his face.

“The first serve goes to the boys of the Inarizaki volleyball team. Aran Ojiro, the team’s ace, throws the ball up and... BAM!” The powerful hit of Aran’s palm on the volleyball almost scared the shit out of you. His commanding serve reaches your team’s side of the court and flies passed your brothers. As the libero of the team, you are tasked to keep the ball up. By instinct, you dive into the floor chest first. Your free hand stretches forward to meet with the ball, and when you and everyone in the court thought your dive wouldn’t make it, the ball lands on the back of your hand.

“OH GOD, BROTHERS!” You called out of triumph as you watch it bounce from your hand and back into the air.

“I KNOW!” The adrenaline starts to kick in as they both reply in unison with their eyes following the ball.

“THAT WAS A QUICK SAVE BY MIYA!” The commentator yells and the crowd shrieks in excitement. The commentator clears his throat after realizing his mistake. “The three of them are Miyas, my bad. I meant, THE YOUNGEST MIYA SAVED THE BALL!” He once again shouts resulting in another whoop from the crowd.

Following the game, Atsumu gracefully tosses the ball to his twin. It lands above the net allowing Osamu to freely execute his spike. With the twist of his arm and his eyes focused on a blank spot on the other side of the court, Osamu smashes it in a hit. The ball lands in a sharp motion rendering the three shaken by the swift moves the three of you pulled.

“One point for the Miyas!” The commentator shouts and the audience, mostly fans of your brothers, jump in cheer. The commentator continues. “And the game has begun.”

The match is a close fight between two teams. As one team gains a point the other follows through. It is hard to decipher which team will have the bragging rights after the game.

As of the moment, both teams have tied on a score of twenty-three. Just as the heat of the game sets in you notice more eyes on the court.

Atsumu prepares to deliver his serve. He raises one hand in the air to silence the roomㅡhis iconic service ritual that you thought is obnoxious yet very him to do.

Your eyes go past the net and surprisingly meets with a pair of narrow grey-olive orbs. As soon as your eyes lock, a lazy smirk tugs his lips. Your team is nearing twenty-five points, now is not the time to lose concentration. But even as you tear your eyes away from him the image of it is stuck in your head. Damn it, he is doing this on purpose, you thought. Still, your eagerness to win clears your clouded thoughts.

Right on time, Atsumu hits the ball as he spikes. Unfortunately, Kita receives it with ease passing it to Aran before the latter spikes it back to your side of the court. The relentless afterschool practice pays off as you briskly receive it using your forearm. The rally begins. Just as when you thought you have your mind fully invested in the game, a loud murmur from a group of boys near the sideline of the court perks your ears.

“Is it over?” The boy who had just entered the gym asks between breaths.

“Not yet. Told you she’d be here. It’s the siblings versus Inarizaki’s men's volleyball team.” The other boy replies and asks, “You still have your eyes on her? Thought she’s taken?”

“Like it matters? I supported her since tryouts.”

“Dude, I heard she’s dating Suna, the middle blocker.” The boy giggles as he playfully smacks the other on his chest.

As you hear his name drop, you look at Suna who’s currently anticipating the ball from your side. When he notices you looking at him he quickly shoots you a questioning look before returning his focus to the game. While you, completely off-tracked by the conversation you heard, shift your gaze at the boys talking about you. The friends of the boy who came late nudge him as they catch you looking in their direction.

“Keep it low you fucking dumbasses.” The boy’s face immediately turns tomato.

“Nah, she’s looking at me, bro. Looks like aside from Suna you got me as your other competitor to win (y/n)'s heart." The other boy teases, earning a series of giggles from their group.

what the fuck.

You out of everyone you have encountered most definitely can’t handle attention, specifically this type of attention. You are used to standing in the shadows of your famous twin brothers. With your though utterly shriveled, your limbs are immovable; almost like you’ve tossed your basics in volleyball into the bin. You don’t even know where the ball is at as you attempt to draw back your focus back into the game.

Just as you were completely lost, a cutting strike of a ball landing to your side shook your senses. You look at where the ball came from and there you witness your worst nightmare. Suna is boring his eyes to you, brows pressed to the center of his forehead, and his lips pursed into a thin line. He wipes a bead of sweat at the side of his face using his shoulder. The unofficial referee whistles and the commentator declares a point to their team. Being at the front and side with only the net separating you from him, his aura intimidates you.

“Eyes on me.” He says in a baritone voice, and you swear if eyes can burn, you’re burnt to ashes.

Your distraction causes the other team to lead a point. The least you want to do right now is to turn your head to peer at your brothers because even without looking at them you can feel their fuming stares at the back of your skull. You don't want to yet reprimanded by your brothers mid-game because you were eavesdropping.

Hence, you focus on the game, You won’t let the other team win, not when you placed a bet. Although, you have not decided what favor you want him to do you still yearn to win the game with your brothers.

Continuing the final minutes of the game, Kita serves his team. The ball falls directly within Atsumu’s reach. By instinct, the latter receives the ball. He curses under his breath as soon as he realizes he has fallen into the captain’s trap. If there’s anyone who knows their strengths and weaknesses, it’s got to be their team captain. The twins are certain that Kita did it intentionally. With your team’s setter’s hands tied you and Osamu are left to decide who sets the ball.

Osamu has cleaner sets than you are but if he tosses you the ball, it might be a bigger risk. You don’t spike because most of the time your hits are too soft to make it to the other side. Spiking is definitely not your strength, hence, it draws you to a choice.

“Mine!” You call out, following the ball. Atsumu’s lids stretch out as his mouth gapes open. Out of pride and just to piss you brother off, you hate doing sets in front of Atsumu even though your brother has claimed that you have a talent for setting (but according to him you still suck at spiking so you’re no better than him. that asshole). You hate to admit to yourself that you are, in some aspects, most similar to him than Osamu.

Still, this phenomenon before him is like a miracle unraveled. Osamu gets into the position, anchoring his feet to the ground ready to jump into the air and hit the ball.

The ball lands on the tips of your fingers, and suddenly Atsumu’s tips on tossing a ball replay in your head. He told you about focusing on the spot in the air in which you want the ball to hit its peak. Be aware of the angle you are at and control your upper body. Don’t hit it too hard but not too soft, just right for the spiker to reach.

Keeping these in mind, you put his words into action. The ball hits the vertex of the parabola at the spot where you wanted. A satisfied and hungry grin plays on Osamu’s lips as he sees the ball in the perfect spot. He could already feel the throbbing pain of pounding the ball with the expanse of his hand. And he did so. He hits it with full force only to land on three pairs of hands on the other side of the net. Kita’s team successfully defended his attack using a three-player block.

“Inarizaki’s men's volleyball team wins!” The commentator announces. Cheers dull you ears as you hear a loud call from your brother.

“(Y/n)! That was a perfect toss! I am so proud of you!” Atsumu surprises you as he lifts you into an embrace. Although your team lost the match, a wide stretch of smile adorns your face.

“It was?!” You ask looking at him from below. He jumps in joy with you still in his arms.

“It was! it was! You are so good you make me so proud.” You hold him by his shoulder. “Who taught you to toss?”

“You!” You enthusiastically responded.

“Who’s the best teacher?” Atsumu asks and without a second thought, you reply.

“You!” The two of you rejoice as if you had won the game which leads to Osamu looking at the both of you in disgust.

“Oi, morons, we lost the match in case you both didn’t notice. And what happened to hating each other’s guts an hour ago?” His words are ignored by you and Atsumu as you both get lost in your bubble. Soon, Kita approaches Osamu to shake his hand and thank him for a good game.

Perhaps, it is true that winning isn’t just about taking home the trophy but it is in the learnings from every match...

Sike.

After the adrenaline has flushed out from your system the three of you are utterly gutted with losing. Osamu is disappointed by putting his faith in the two of you, Atsumu’s pride is crushed, and you are burdened by a losing bet.

“I need a rematch!” Atsumu and his petty behavior resumes.

Since losing the game, the three of you are tasked to clean the gym. The twins are rolling the net while you are gathering the balls inside a steel container. As you pick up the final stray ball on the floor a squeak from rubber shoes meeting the ground tells you that someone has approached you.

It's probably him.

"What did the boys say during the game?" You were expecting him to ask about fulfilling his favor but you are met with your sleep paralysis demon in flesh. Suna pins you down with his eyes.

"Oh, about that." Your throat runs dry and you can't help but falter your eyes somewhere but him before continuing. "They were, uh, teasing a boy who seemed to like me."

Your statement did nothing good as a visible clench in his jaws is seen. Albeit, you try to lighten the mood. "He likes my gameplay, that's it. I heard he supported me from the beginning of tryouts!"

He turns to look at the other side to hide an expression on his face. His bottom lip is slightly pouted and the creases on his face soften. It is typical to see an umimpressed and unapproachable look on his face, but never this. Yes, he may look pissed and annoyed but with the way his cheeks round and his lips protruded out he looks squishy. If only you have a camera with you to take a snap of his face so you can immortalize this moment you would have taken hundreds.

"I supported you before your tryouts. I supported you even when you were the soccer team's acting manager." Suna points out and right off the bat, you understood where his sudden shift in his mood is coming from.

He's jealous.

You take this as a cue to wrap your arms around his tiny waist and pull him into an embrace. Your face only reaches up to his chest but this is good enough.

"Of course, you did. That's why you're my best boy." You coo to him, holding him tighter.

"As it should." You feel his hand cup the back of your head and the other on your back.

"About the bet. What do you want me to do for you?" You ask, still in his embrace. Suna hums for a moment and knowing him, he probably has a sly smile on his face. For sure even before he proposed a bet he already have a favor in mind that he wants you to do.

"I want a-" Your romantic moment is interrupted by an overprotective blonde brother.

"Suna! Get your hands off my sister! And you, young lady, you are coming home with us. You are not hanging out with Suna alone!" Atsumu commands from across the room. He is carrying the metal rods of the net stand and tailed with him is Osamu who is lifting half of its weight. Suna immediately lifts his hands up and as soon he did you untangled your arms.

"You sound like dad!" You bicker.

Osamu puffs out air, halting in his steps as his free hand lands on his twin's shoulder.

"It might be too late for that, tsumu. I have failed you as our sister's guardian." Osamu looks at his twin with apologetic eyes. Contrary, Atsumu flashes him a confused look. Horror paints your entire being as your mind connects with Osamu. You know what he is talking about. He is referring to that day. Though he pledged not to speak of it, cold sweats trail the sides of your face.

Osamu won't break his promise, right?

Thankfully, Suna changes the conversation by speaking. "I won't do anything, I promise." Being reminded of his guardian role that he set up for himself Atsumu raises a finger to point at his teammate.

"I am holding onto your words, Rin!" Osamu pushes his twin out of the gym as he murmurs "Quit it, let's go."

Soon, you and Suna are left alone. You pick up where your last conversation with Suna ended before Atsumu caused a scene.

"You said you wanted a?" You ask, blinking at him innocently. A growing smile crawls on his face as his eyes wander on you fondly. He chews the insides of his cheeks as he dips in to whisper to your ear.

"A kiss."

Two fucking words. It took two words to leave you stunned. While it takes him ten seconds to break his promise to your brother, Atsumu. Your brother isn't overprotective of the thought of Suna hurting you may it be physically or emotionally. He is most concerned about this. This exactly. Doing what lovers do because in the eyes of Atsumu you are his little sister, too young to involve yourself in romantic affairs. Suna pulls back to meet with your eyes but your vision is glued to point past his shoulder.

"Is it too much? I can think of a different one if you don't like it." Suna says with hushed voice.

"Where? Here? Are you kidding me?! What if someone walks in? What if my brothers walk in?"

"Oh, you want it now, huh?" Suna takes a step closer.

"T-that's not what I meant!" Your words are caught in your throat.

"Hm? It's not like it's our first time." Another step forward and his voice drops.

"What if my brother sees us?" You ask quietly feeling the hard wall on your back. A post is on your right which kinda lifts your worries. If ever your brothers come in the post has fully covered you both, but still, you asked.

"It will be quick." Suna decreased the distance between the two of you by inching his head forward. His body weight is supported by his arm placed on the wall at the side of his head. Slowly, he dips in. Just as his lips are barely an inch away from yours, he reassures you, "you can still say no."

Swiftly, without much thought, you hand cups his nape before pushing his face towards you. Once you feel his lips on you, your lids flutter close. Your other hand finds its way to his hair, grasping it gently thus earning a soft moan from him. Suna deepens the kiss by tilting his head to the side. The back of your head slightly hits the wall as his parted lips push forward. He steadies you by putting in hands on your waist, carefully not making drastic moves that could cause you to feel discomfort.

The kiss was slow but not messy. Suna takes the lead by motioning you to tilt to the other side. Feeling every edge of your lips and tasting you. You missed his lips, the tendering molding of his’ against yours. You long for his touch, the gentle press of his fingers on your skin, and the warmth of his body close to you. For now, you forget about the risks. You take in the present, kissing him back passionately and without restraint. All that you want right now is him. He takes you by surprise as his teeth claw on your bottom lip, pulling it lightly before releasing it. He leaves pecks on your swollen mouth. He pulls back leaving you enough room to speak.

"Don't tell my brothers."

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collin-thegreat · 1 year

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Welcome To my blog

I'm Collin, I'm 18, but I'll be turning 19 in May.

just your regular emo, weeb chick.

I update this post anytime i finish a draft

I refuse to interact with Minors and ageless blogs because I don't feel comfortable interacting with these types of blogs they will be blocked as well, my old content may not have mentioned "minors do not interact" but that doesn't mean interact with any of my content if you are one.

I consider minors as below 18

this is a blog about mostly anime, and I will eventually be writing fanfics, one-shots for many anime guys and girls requests are open, as well as brainrots 😝 I take fluff, smut, not big on angst but I will write angst for certain characters, for these guys, girls, and more.

There are characters from some of these below that I will only write platonic and fluff and maybe angst (depending on the character you choose) cuz I don't feel comfortable doing any smut for them cuz I do not see them as someone other than innocent

Jujutsu Kaisen

Gojo Satoru done- birthday drabble Toji Fushiguro Nanami Kento in progress- Nsfw Headcanons Megumi Fushiguro Sukuna Ryomen done- nsfw headcanons Naoyo Zenin Toge Inumaki yuuta Itadori Yuuji Nobara geto Choso Mei Mei Maki Zenin Mai Zenin

Haikyuu

Sakusa Kiyoomi (my mans/daddy) done- sfw headcanons done- NSFW headcanons done- part1 of sakusa birthday one-shot Atsumu Miya (pretty boy #3) Osamu Miya (Better twin) in progress- NSFW Headcannons Kita Shinsuke(pretty boy #4) Suna Rintarou(pretty fox boy) done- NSFW Headcanons done- SFW Headcannons futakuchi Aone Oikawa Tooru(pretty door) Terushima(daddy) Ushijima Wakatoshi(Buff daddy#1) Iwaizumi Hajime(buff daddy #2) in progress- NSFW Headcannons Done- Music Drabble Bokuto Koutoru (buff daddy #3) Daichi (Buff Daddy #4) Yaku done- Music drabble Kuroo Tetsuro(daddy rooster) Done: music drabble Akaashi Keiji (Pretty boy #1) Yamamoto done- Music drabble Kageyama Tobio(Pretty boy #2) Tendou Satori (Kinnie #1) Semi Semi Daishou Lev Sugawara Done- sfw/fluffy headcanons Tsukishima (salt boyo) Kenma done- music drabble shoyo (platonic only. this could change in the future) if you want others request

Naruto

Kakashi itachi sasuke naruto

Fairy tale

gray fullbuster natsu dragoneel rogue sting laxsus Mira Cana Erza Sting cobra/eric lyon gajeel juvia jallal

Obey Me

Lucifer done- sfw headcanons done- nsfw headcanons Diavolo levi mammon Beelzebub done- Nsfw Headcanons belphie barbatos satan solomon asmo simeon luke (PLATONIC ONLY)

Spy x Family

Loid yor

Demon Slayer

Muzan akaza douma tanjiro inosuke shinobu rengoku uzui obanai giyuu zenitsu kanea

Balance Unlimited

Daisuke Haru

Mha

Bakugou not done- sfw headcanons not done- NSFW headcanons Shoto Dabi hawks Aizawa midoriya denki kirishima Overhaul Shinsou twice tamaki monoma Present Mic Tetsutetsu Shindo Sero Ojiro will add more when I get the drafts done❤

attack on titan

Levi Ackerman done- sfw headcanons done- NSFW headcanons Eren Jaegar mikasa Erwin Hanji

bungo stray dogs

Osamu Dazai Chuuya Atsushi Ranpo Akutagawa Doppo

hunter x hunter

Chrollo hisoka illumi feitan gon (platonic only) Killua (Platonic only)

Nijisanji En

Vox Akuma Ike Eveland Ren Zotto done- NSFW headcanons Uki Shu Luca done- clingy reader on period fluff Mysta Aster Sonny Hex Haywire Fulgar Alban Doppio Ver Vanta Claude shoto zali Yugo Kyo(platonic only) the girls are only platonic that's why I didn't put them but I will write anything platonic for the girls

Genshin boys

Zhongli done- NSFW headcanons

Diluc Xiao Neuvillette Wriothesley done- NSFW headcanons razor(Platonic only) albedo kazuha Kaeya Childe Alhaitham Itto Wanderer Kaveh Cyno Gorou(Platonic only) Ayato pantanlone Zandik(Dottore)

Tokyo Ghoul

Ken Kaneki Touka Kirishima Hideyoshi Ayato Kirishima Koutarou if there are more you want just ask

Honkai Star rail Boys

blade dan Heng dan heng imbibitor Lunae Gepard Sampo in progress- Nsfw Headcanons Jing Yuan Dr. Ratio Aventurine

Argenti

Luka

Loucha

Welt boothill

Gallagher will add more to this one once I know and figure out their names

Seraph of the end

Guren Ferid Shinya Crowley

if you have more just DM me and request

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krisdreaming · 2 years

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How they respond when you ask if they would still love you if you were a worm

Featuring a miscellaneous collection of boys

A/N: Please enjoy my brainrot. I thought about it, so now you have to too. The boy in all caps for each response is the one that I thought of first :3

― "Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Vows that he would find a way to turn himself into a worm so that you could live out the rest of your lives together

BOKUTO KOUTAROU, Hinata Shouyou, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Nishinoya Yuu, Yamamoto Taketora, Tendou Satori, Haiba Lev

"Of course I would." (He's saying it solely because he knows it's what you want to hear, but y'know, it still works.)

SAWAMURA DAICHI, Akaashi Keiji, Iwaizumi Hajime, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Ennoshita Chikara, Asahi Azumane, Miya Osamu, Yaku Morisuke, Kita Shinsuke, Aran Ojiro, Semi Eita

"No." (He's a liar)

TSUKISHIMA KEI, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Suna Rintarou, Matsukawa Issei

Blinks at you slowly because honestly, he can't even formulate a response

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, Kageyama Tobio, Kozume Kenma, torn between putting Kita here instead

Laughs and says, "You're so adorable," before pulling you in for a kiss (joke's on him, because you're still going to circle back to that one later)

SUGAWARA KOUSHI, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro, Miya Atsumu

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu fluff #Haikyuu crack #Haikyuu x reader #Haikyuu x you #not tagging all these boys #lmao #feel like I'm missing someone tho?

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renardiererin · 10 months

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Ok but youve put the absolute most amount of brainrot in my head from your rockstar!suna post: just imagining him with rings and chains, making out backstage, him running his hand through his messy hair after a show, the twins scoffing at him for being whipped, teaching you to play guitar but only because he likes seeing you flustered from being so close to him…

OH MY GOD OKAY JUST IMAGINE--

rintarou suna has a bit of a bad reputation. not the nicest guy in the world; he does what he wants to do rather than listening to other people and what they have to say. he's a cold, heartless bitch. the only thing is, all of that goes away when he's with you. lifeless, dead eyes lighting up with pure love when he sees you at the barricade. he'll wink at you, giving all the girls around you a heart attack when they think it's for them. changing the lyrics of his band's songs to either highly sexual or overly lovey dovey phrases about you while holding eye contact with you. he's not a great benefit to your career. he's good for your heart but he's bad for business! he's an absolute loverboy when you two are alone. meeting him backstage after a show when his hair is messy and his ringed up hands are running through the dark locks falling over his forehead, him spotting you and immediately walking over to say, "hi baby," and shoving his tongue down your throat for the following 5 minutes. he'll sit on the backstage couch with you in between his legs, back flush against his chest as he guides your hands around the strings and teaches you the chords to your favorite taylor swift songs that he learned just to impress you. he'll laugh and kiss your cheeks & neck when you get flustered from being held against him and trapped by the guitar. he's a cutie. i'm so obsessed with rockstar suna.

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miya-rin · 1 year

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the suna rintarou brainrot is so very strong atm, im craving fake dating aus and best friends older sister fics😵‍💫

#i waNT HIM #lavs.lectures♡

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kyovtani · 2 years

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im convinced that suna gives us all the worst brainrot specifically because he’s a menace………. like he Knows his power and takes hold of our brains just because he can idk

exactfuckingly.

suna rintarou might not seem like the overly confident type simply because he isn't, yet he's still aware of his power. he only gets cocky about it when it comes to teasing you about how needy you are for him or whenever you start flirting with him and he craves the way you melt for him each and every time. suna rintarou doesnt need to be overly confident in his looks, his charisma and his attitude, he's aware of himself and the effect he has on others, but especially you, and that's all he needs. no matter how stubborn you are and how badly you wanna hide how much you want him, suna can read you like an open book and the worst part about it is the fcat that he won't hesitate to do just that an duse it to his advantage. of course he's just as obsessed with you and in some moments his little façade falls but he knows exactly what to say and do to save himself and shift the whole focus back on you. fucking son of a bitch istg

#; boy of choice: sunarin #; nonies

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mygnolia · 2 years

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guys u dont get it i am so obsessed with tobio kageyama and suna rintarou and atsumu miya and tsukishimi kei smdfndkdfjnksdjfhjwsdjfhgfskdjfhdjfhgfjdnhbfrjdsjdbfghdj BRAINROT BRAINROT BRAINROT

#ren den #can i tag this as simping hours #ren simps for 2d men #YAS #such a slay tag #ANYWAYS LIKE #THEMDFKLDKJNFJDW #idk the charisma the charm the....coldness???#like #kageyama has such a passion to be perfect and atsumu loves to show off and #and #idk #guys its SO BAD

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animatedrapture · 4 years

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so,,, head empty no thoughts, just: being a hardcore simp for suna? you're an inarizaki cheerleader, maybe? but he ignores tf out of you???? hes just not interested??? like, go be a miya twins fangirl, why are you a fangirl for him? smh. maybe atsumu sees you, you catch his eye. he points out to you at suna on one of their games. hes like, "damn suna, check it, that girl in the cheerleading team is hot." suna ignores him. pretends his best he doesn't know you. nope. not a single interaction at all. not like you've been pestering suna in class about how oh, you're such a good middle blocker! or that dreadfully horrible one you said yesterday it almost made him gag, suna-kun! spike me daddy (: ! and you laughed at him when he scowled, walking away from you. but atsumu, he says, "i should ask for her number, dontcha think sunarin?" this is where suna slips, he says "she doesn't like you" atsumu's like, "tf you mean ofc she likes me! she's a cheerleader for our team!" and finally he says, "nah man fuck off, she has a crush on me."

after the game when you come up to him as per usual, hes snarkier; it's annoying. you're annoying. it's annoying that you only laugh at him when he retorts something. tells you something mean. you grin at him and tell him he was so good today! congrats on the win! then you strut off in your short little cheerleader skirt, you dont even allow him to say anything back anymore.

god, so annoying. you are so annoying, he swears. but goddamn, as if he'd let atsumu get his hands on you.

want to know the story so far?

#HEAD EMPTY #suna rINTAROU ONLY #suNA RINTAROU BRAINROT #i fucking swear #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #[💌] — violet writes #[🦊] — violet thirsts #suna x reader #[💬] — violet answers #suna rintaro x reader

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augustinewrites · 2 years

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i hit delete by accident cause i’m an idiot (thank god i’d taken a screenshot earlier bcs i freaked out about how cute it was)

“and what are we not going to do today?” suna asks, glancing into the rear view mirror.

“cry!” his daughter cheers, almost blissfully unaware of the coming situation: the first day of school. she’s swinging her legs in her car seat, humming happily as she picks at the sequins of her new backpack.

“you hear that, daddy?” you ask, nudging him from the passenger seat. “we’re not going to cry today. because if you get upset—” your eyes flick to the little girl in the backseat. “someone else is going to get upset.”

“tch, are you kidding me? i’m not gonna cry,” he scoffs, as if he hadn’t been the one to hesitated most the first time you’d left her with a babysitter, the first time you’d left her at daycare.

as if you hadn’t caught him frowning while you were ironing her uniform. as if he hadn’t been unusually quiet in bed last night because he’d realized that his baby was going to school. kindergarten, the first stepping stone to growing up. his baby, his princess, was growing up.

and now he’s thinking about it again, dammit. like he had been while packing her lunch, when he’d braided her hair, and helped lace up her new black oxfords.

his grip on the steering wheel tightens as they turn into the school lot. there are parents and children all around, holding hands as they cross the street, hugging tightly at the entrance.

“rin? why are you slowing down so much?” you ask, smirk evident in your voice. “i know it’s a school zone, but we’re moving at a turtle’s speed.”

your daughter launches into some random fact about turtles that she’s picked up from the discovery channel. you respond with interest, but all suna can think about is the fact that once he’s done practice for the day, he won’t be able to pick her up right away, as usual. he’s going to have to wait for another three hours.

his daughter doesn’t seem to realize this, because she’s babbling on about turtles and how they like lettuce as he parks near the back of the lot (there was a spot closer, yes, he accidentally missed it). she babbles as the three of you walk hand in hand towards the entrance, swinging your arms like she always does. but she stops babbling when you hug her goodbye, telling her that daddy will pick her up at the end of the day.

“before lunch?” she asks, blinking up at the two of you.

his heart twists painfully. oh, kill him now.

“no, princess,” he murmurs, kneeling down to straighten her little blazer. “daddy will pick you up at 3:30, because that’s when big kid school’s done.”

her brows furrow. “but what about lunch?”

he tries his best to smile reassuringly. “you’re going to eat lunch here.”

“but— who’s going to sing the washing hand song with me?”

“you can sing it with all the new friends you’re going to make,” he suggests.

a deep frown is added to her furrowed brows. not a good sign. “but it’s our song, daddy. i want to sing the song and eat lunch with you.”

“well, you can sing it with him before dinner,” you suggest helpfully, but her bottom lip’s starting to tremble, tears beginning to gather on her lash line. suna can hardly open his mouth when she looks at him like that.

“hey, you don’t have to be sad, princess,” he says, but his voice is a little shaky. “you’re going to have so much fun today, i know it.”

she just sniffles, whimpering quietly as her tears spill over and roll down her cheeks, suna’s heart breaking in two.

he pulls her into his chest, smoothing a hand over her back (just like he had when she was a baby, and when she was toddler), murmuring reassurances into her ear. “i’ll be here to pick you up as soon as school is over, okay? and you can tell me all about your day.”

she pulls back to look at him, letting himself swipe the tears from her ruddy cheeks. “pinky promise?”

he locks pinkies with her, kissing her little fist. “i promise.”

she clings tightly to his hand as you both walk her over to the teacher. when it’s time for the students to head inside and he wraps her into one last hug, every cell of his being wants to keep her in his arms forever, but he knows he has to let go.

you slide your hand into his empty one, the two of you waving as she hesitantly follows her teacher into the classroom.

“you did good,” you assure him once you’re back in the car, your hand still squeezed tightly in his. “she’ll be fine, rin.”

and she is fine, which is good for his sake and her own. but there’s no better feeling than when he sees her run across the playground to leap into his arms. she’s unkempt, braid a mess and shirt scuffed with dirt, but smiling so bright.

she smiles even brighter when the two of you take her out for ice cream, babbling on and on about her day. how one of new friends has a cat too, and how her teacher was super impressed with how neat she could write her name.

the two of the disappear into the living room to watch the recording of uncle tsumu’s match while you empty her backpack. you clear out her lunchbox, tossing empty containers into the sink. in one of the pockets, there’s a few stick figure drawings of your little family, and one of suna spiking a ball.

you head into the living to show him, only to find your husband and daughter sprawled out on the couch together. she’s snuggled into his chest, tuckered out from her first day at big kid school. his hand is placed protectively over her back, keeping her close.

smiling, you pull a blanket over the two of them and shut off the tv.

#i’m c r y i n g #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou #haikyuu!!#haikyuu drabbles #dad!hq brainrot

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