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[adoriin]

• 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙞𝙣!!

hello, you can call me leila~

— twenty one years old and still away with the fairies <3

• 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨

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• 𝙣𝙖𝙫𝙞

— before you follow and dni

— about me

— masterlist

• 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩

— cruel summer sunarin x fem!reader, fluff

[adoriin]

spending sm time in fan spaces nd then actually rewatching jjk after god knows how long is soooo !!!! yuuji my beloved

[adoriin]

additionally kuroo/shigure/satoru va.

[adoriin]

spending sm time in fan spaces nd then actually rewatching jjk after god knows how long is soooo !!!! yuuji my beloved

[chimielie]

pretty damn close

summary: Suna x F!Reader. he picks you up.

wc: 1.3k

cw: none. reader is having a bad night for unspecified reasons and suna makes her feel better by being his weird aquarius self

a/n: i think i may be more attracted to suna’s car than i am to suna because i feature it so often

It’s a bad night. The stars are hidden behind a thick haze of city smog, the honking of cars is obscured by the thick ringing in your ears. Your knees touch through the rips in your jeans as you shiver, trying not to think about the germs on the sidewalk.

The scent of a cigarette floats through the air. You don’t smoke, but you could.

Before you ask the stranger for a light, a car pulls up in front of you, braking loudly through the miasma.

You put a hand on the door handle and pull yourself up, waiting for the click of the lock’s release before you pull it open and slide inside.

“Hey,” Suna says, and you chatter your teeth together in response.

He reaches over and turns up the heat in his car three notches. You sigh and drop your shoulders at the rush of warm air that comes through the vents, tucking your legs up as he speeds away from the potential of a nicotine buzz.

“Can we go to your place tonight?”

You expect a side glance or a questioning tone. You have a defensive answer prepared, brushing off your growing discomfort with your roommates, the way their eyes track you as you lead him through the common area to your bedroom. You don’t want to field their assumptions tonight, the ones you know they make because of the smudged eyeliner around his waterline, the black swoop of his hair, the careless way he walks, his center of gravity pulled back toward wherever it is he wants to be that is never, ever where he is.

“Sure,” he says, like it’s nothing. Maybe it is. Maybe the little world you occupy, your mini-lanterns dangling from the ceiling and tchotchkes lining the windowsill, can expand outside its limits.

The lines of Shizuoka’s road shine bright white under his headlights, toothpaste and baking soda strips against the asphalt. You twist your head so you can see the sky out the window and try to take a deep sniff of his car door’s lining without his noticing. Teak and gasoline, you like this smell so much you imagine it when you’re at work, when you’re walking to the grocery.

“This was our first time calling, you know,” you say to the stars.

“Was it?” There’s a little frown in his voice. “No way, we’ve gotta have called before.”

You shake your head.

“I checked my call log, and I never clear it.”

“Huh.”

“Huh,” you echo. “And I don’t like calling, so that’s probably why. I feel so awkward.”

“You’re always awkward,” he says.

“Not true!” You try to punch his arm, but you’re still pressed up against the window so now you’re lying across his passenger seat, twisted into a bow. You graze his sleeve. “I’m whimsical. On the phone, I feel like I’m in a business meeting.”

“I am not a business-y person,” he says.

“No, you’re really matter-of-fact,” you respond. Your punching hand is limp at your side now and he reaches over, picks it up and shakes it side to side like it’s something dead. He folds his fingers over yours and you stay carefully still. “I can see it in another universe.”

“Then in that universe you must be an heiress,” he says. “I’ll seduce you for your money.”

“I hope you’re not doing that now,” you say, wrinkling your nose. “I don’t make half as much as you, with tips.”

“But you’re so high-class,” he says, in a terrible tone that makes you suspicious that he’s making fun of you. You stick your tongue out and blow a raspberry, ladylike. “And I’m not seducing you.”

It’s true. Suna comes over, toes off his big boots made bigger by their chunky soles, sits on your bed and plays games with you. He eats all your snacks and he puts his hands up under your shirt, but just to trace his fingers over your skin in patterns to feel your stomach flip. He calls you a masochist but he never does anything about it.

“But you told ‘Samu I was your girlfriend,” you say, a whine that’s really a needle, sliding into his pressure points.

He throws the car into reverse and you cling to his hand, startled. Suna parallel parks in one try, showboating bastard, and gets out of the car and opens your door before you’re finished putting everything that spilled out of your purse on his floorboard back into it. You get out and he finds your hand again, but changes his mind and exchanges it to flatten his palm against the small of your back, burning a hole through your thin t-shirt.

You cross your arms and let him guide you into the building. His doorman is a blinking red button on a keypad that needs, counterintuitively, to be pressed if you want it to open. You poke his side, but he’s too well-trained by your boss and his twin brother, too hard to provoke. You don’t try very hard; you don’t like bothering Suna, you just want him to get tired of not telling you his secrets.

Suna’s apartment is enclosed behind a grey door marked 221. There’s no welcome mat, and inside isn’t welcoming either. He has nondescript dark grey furniture facing a big TV you can see your reflection in, sucking in your cheeks and pursing your lips. Behind you, he’s miming clawed hands and a snarling bite into your neck. When you turn to him, he’s very busy adjusting the way his keys hang on their hook.

“I didn’t say that,” Suna says, leading you to the kitchen, which has a butcher block island you’d like to kill him for. He opens his fridge and hands you a chilled bottle of water, a bar of dark chocolate with a bite taken out of it. You don’t like the texture but you take it to be polite. “I told ‘Samu you were my soulmate.”

“I just don’t feel like those two things are distinct,” you say. “I also really like being made aware of it when I’m in a relationship.”

“We’re not in a relationship,” he says, putting his hands on your hips and hoisting you up onto the counter, you bending your knees and pushing to help him out a little. “I’m still working on that.”

“When’re you gonna be done?”

He puts his face in your chest, cheek against your heartbeat. You flush, lean your head on top of his, slide a hand into the gap between the collar of his shirt and his neck, your cold fingers raising goosebumps but garnering no other reaction. Annoying, annoying, annoying.

“When you’re not having a bad night,” his voice is muffled by your shirt. “But soon. Just be patient with me.”

“I’m not having a bad night anymore,” your face, twisting into a scowl, says otherwise. “And I’ve waited a bunch of lifetimes. How soon is soon?”

“When I’ve cleaned my bedroom,” he says. You can see into the room if you look left, a sliver of spare, clean space just like the rest of the apartment. “And when I stop being scared that I’m gonna screw it up.”

“I see,” you say thoughtfully, tapping your fingers against his neck in a staccato beat. “The relationship or the asking?”

“Asking,” he says, and then, very quiet, “you make me nervous.”

“That’s silly,” you laugh, “I’m half as scary as you are. You’re like a black hole. I’m just, like, a rock or something that got pulled in.”

When he pulls back to look at you, Suna’s eyes are haloed with a bright ring of yellow-grey lustre, a pinprick of pupil expanding to swallow the universe. There’s something crackling all around you, the buzz of atoms getting closer to combustion. He’s not actually touching you, but you can still feel it.

“Nah,” he says. “If you were anything, you’d be stars.”

[adoriin]

suguru slutty-little-waist-and-loose-white-blouse geto

[adoriin]

in space, we're here ! gojo x reader

when speaking about satoru, you have to stifle the grin that threatens to make itself known. many think he's a handful, affectionately scoffing at your poorly concealed lovesick gaze when you mention him as if they could never imagine coming home to his antics at the end of a long day.

honestly, you're grateful for that.

the satoru you know, the satoru you love to know, isn't half as obnoxious as he attempts to be outside your four walls; no, he's gentle, quiet even. gentle in the way his hands graze your skin as you would if you were feeling the petals of a delicate flower. he's quiet first thing in the morning and last thing at night especially, dozy and soft as he reaches for you with one hand and his mug with the other, preparing his morning coffee or herbal tea before bed. he's also attentive, careful. but that spans his entire being, always observing and acting carefully whether that's on missions paired with snarky quips and remarks or at home, as he hands you his half-drunken mug of tea he's seen you eye up for the last half hour with an affectionate roll of his eyes.

he's not a completely different person, you've never been exempt from his teasing. but his words are delivered with little grins and sweet gazes, calling you out on your bed hair whilst brushing some of the strands carefully, eyes fond as he presses a kiss to your temple as you dozily lean against him.

his attentiveness is his own worst enemy he realises. the front he puts on is carefully constructed, a window that allows him to be seen without anyone getting too close. after all, being the strongest draws in the strongest enemies, the strongest hardships. he'd always thought it'd be irresponsible, unethical even, to fall in love. for someone like him whose top priority has to be the world, how could he ever prioritise just one? even so, the start of your relationship wasn't as turbulent as some would expect, you'd both argue it was the most natural progression you'd ever seen. you were bright in a way he hadn't encountered before, subdued but always there, shining slow and steady like a star. he'd once rather poetically voiced the sentiment aloud, knowing that after the initial giggle at his cheesiness, you'd understand. for someone resembling the moon, so beautifully solitary, the stars were a natural lifelong companion. it was this that had him falling into steady routines with you way easier than he thought was possible.

you were there, waiting for him at the end of long days and sullen weather, cosied up in bed and looking like the personification of comfort itself. he redacted his thoughts fast, because in moments like this, he knows he's in over his head, he's fallen fast and hard and never been so grateful to be suspended above the ground. he knows he'll continue to fall for eternity as your hands rake through his freshly washed hair every night, as you speak about your day whether it be mundane or packed to the brim. he knows even as he finally succumbs to the exhaustion weighing his body down: he'll hold no regrets so long as he can wake up to you every morning and lay with you every night.

you're grateful.

for his presence, for the weight of his head on your chest, and the tufts of his moonlit hair tickling your chin. you're grateful as your fingers trace the cool band on his finger and the mutual promise sealed with a kiss; a promise that no matter the path of his orbit around the world, you'll be the closest star.

a/n: idk what this is mjus very in love with satoru at this point and it's all coming out in convoluted metaphors and rambles pls love it thank u pookies <;33

[adoriin]

in space, we're here ! gojo x reader

when speaking about satoru, you have to stifle the grin that threatens to make itself known. many think he's a handful, affectionately scoffing at your poorly concealed lovesick gaze when you mention him as if they could never imagine coming home to his antics at the end of a long day.

honestly, you're grateful for that.

the satoru you know, the satoru you love to know, isn't half as obnoxious as he attempts to be outside your four walls; no, he's gentle, quiet even. gentle in the way his hands graze your skin as you would if you were feeling the petals of a delicate flower. he's quiet first thing in the morning and last thing at night especially, dozy and soft as he reaches for you with one hand and his mug with the other, preparing his morning coffee or herbal tea before bed. he's also attentive, careful. but that spans his entire being, always observing and acting carefully whether that's on missions paired with snarky quips and remarks or at home, as he hands you his half-drunken mug of tea he's seen you eye up for the last half hour with an affectionate roll of his eyes.

he's not a completely different person, you've never been exempt from his teasing. but his words are delivered with little grins and sweet gazes, calling you out on your bed hair whilst brushing some of the strands carefully, eyes fond as he presses a kiss to your temple as you dozily lean against him.

his attentiveness is his own worst enemy he realises. the front he puts on is carefully constructed, a window that allows him to be seen without anyone getting too close. after all, being the strongest draws in the strongest enemies, the strongest hardships. he'd always thought it'd be irresponsible, unethical even, to fall in love. for someone like him whose top priority has to be the world, how could he ever prioritise just one? even so, the start of your relationship wasn't as turbulent as some would expect, you'd both argue it was the most natural progression you'd ever seen. you were bright in a way he hadn't encountered before, subdued but always there, shining slow and steady like a star. he'd once rather poetically voiced the sentiment aloud, knowing that after the initial giggle at his cheesiness, you'd understand. for someone resembling the moon, so beautifully solitary, the stars were a natural lifelong companion. it was this that had him falling into steady routines with you way easier than he thought was possible.

you were there, waiting for him at the end of long days and sullen weather, cosied up in bed and looking like the personification of comfort itself. he redacted his thoughts fast, because in moments like this, he knows he's in over his head, he's fallen fast and hard and never been so grateful to be suspended above the ground. he knows he'll continue to fall for eternity as your hands rake through his freshly washed hair every night, as you speak about your day whether it be mundane or packed to the brim. he knows even as he finally succumbs to the exhaustion weighing his body down: he'll hold no regrets so long as he can wake up to you every morning and lay with you every night.

you're grateful.

for his presence, for the weight of his head on your chest, and the tufts of his moonlit hair tickling your chin. you're grateful as your fingers trace the cool band on his finger and the mutual promise sealed with a kiss; a promise that no matter the path of his orbit around the world, you'll be the closest star.

a/n: idk what this is mjus very in love with satoru at this point and it's all coming out in convoluted metaphors and rambles pls love it thank u pookies <;33

[torusdove]

— You taste sweet, like honey

Pairings: Yuuji x reader, Kento x reader, Satoru x reader, Choso x reader & Yuuta x reader.

Description: types of kisses I believe they fit!

— Pinky promise! ˚｡ Itadori Yuuji.

In the heart of the small, neighbourhood middle school, Itadori and you were found running behind one another. The laughter of innocence surrounded you both as you basked in the warmth of the sun, your hand stretched in front of you as you tried to lay your hands on his body, tagging him to be it.

Spring had brought the subtle wind with her, filling the air with the sweet scent of the blooming flowers and pollen that seemed to be giving Itadori a hard time once in a while.

With sparkling eyes, you took one big step, pressing your palm against his back. You absolutely didn’t mean to do it, but gasped anyway when he tumbled over into the fresh field of grass. It took him a little before he burst into laughter, rolling onto his back as he watched you with the same spark twinkling in his eyes.

“Y/n,” he breathed out, chest heaving up and down through a small cough that itched up into his throat. Those stupid pollen.

“We should marry when we’re allll grown up!”

You couldn’t fight the mischievous grin that seemed to grow into your lips, giggling softly behind your tiny hand before you took a seat beside his face, knees probably covered in green when you’d get up. “You’re silly!”

“I am dead-serious!” His voice became louder, sitting upright as his eyes struck yours with a certain certainty, “We will have a biiig house with eleven cats and seven birds!”

Caught up in his whimsy, imaginary future, you couldn’t help but giggle even more, innocent eyes crinkling into two new moons while he watched you with a smile curled into his lips. “Okay, ‘dori, I promise we will!”

Without another word, he extended his pinky high up into the sky, waiting patiently until you seemed to be doing the same, “Pinky promise?” And with all of your teeth on display in a big smile, you linked your pinky with his, your fingers intertwined in a gesture that felt as significant as any wedding ring, “Pinky promise!”

With your childish promise made, Itadori leaned in, his little lips pressing gently against your cheek. The kiss was sweet, innocent even, filled with the purity of childhood affection. Yet, both of your faces were flushing red, laughter filling the air a second later when the silliness was no longer ignorable.

As the sun shone her brightest colours in the sky, you continued to play, hearts filled with the joy of friendship and the magic of youthful promises that, for a moment, felt as real as the world around you.

— Morning affection ˚｡ Nanami Kento.

The soft glow of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue across the bedroom. Your eyes carefully fluttered open, aware of the new day dawning upon the world while stirring around gently. The empty spot beside you told you enough to mourn your loss already: Kento was awake and ready to head to work.

Nevertheless, you did have the privilege of being met by his back, blazer neatly straightened and tight around his biceps, hands probably busy fixing his tie. The smile that curled upwards into your lips had won the battle, watching him silently.

When he turned around and locked eyes with you, you could swear you saw the corners of his eyes soften around the edges, walking way too quickly towards you. Bending down a bit, slightly towering over your frame, his lips found their comfort on your forehead.

"Good morning, my love," he whispered, voice a gentle murmur. "’M sorry for waking you.” It was silly, the way he apologised for something that happened despite his quietness. So, with a soft smile, fully embracing his doting as the slumber still had a grasp around your wrist, you whispered, “Nonsense, Nami..”

As you felt him backing away, you debated whether to grasp his wrist and ask him to stay “for just five minutes longer”, but decided against it when he seemed at peace after giving you such a sweet goodbye.

Patting his chest softly, straightening his tie out just the tiniest bit, you watched him with a fond expression, “Gon’ miss you, Nami – hurry back home, ‘kay?”

With an amused grin, he nodded his head, letting his lips dip down to meet your forehead for a second time. You could feel his grin against your head, softly breaking out into a smile yourself.

“I will be back before you know it, sweetheart.” With that, he walked towards the bedroom door, glancing once more at your body being swallowed by the fluffy blankets. It may have been a brief moment for outsiders, but it warmed your body more than the blankets ever could. Watching him leave the room, you couldn’t help but sigh out contently, already counting down the seconds he’d come back home.

— Drowsy love ˚｡ Kamo Choso.

The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm ambience. Laying entwined in the comfort of your bed, the soft sheets cradled Choso and you like two warm arms. Both on the verge of sleep, but a gentle restlessness lingering in the air.

Your lips met lazily, a slow dance of affection. Eyes half-closed, you exchanged sweet, drowsy kisses, each one deepening the quiet intimacy between you. Fingertips traced gentle patterns on bare skin, a silent language of love spoken in the quiet of the night.

A contented sigh escaped as you parted from his lips, only to hear a whine coming from his lips in the hopes of gravitating back together. The world outside your bedroom seemed to fade away, leaving only the rhythmic exchange of sleepy kisses and the steady beating of your hearts.

The room filled with the soothing sounds of your shared breaths, creating a melody of quiet affection. The soft rustle of the sheets only echoed the tender moments between you even more, and in the hushed stillness, you continued your wordless exchange, savouring the sweetness of those sleepy kisses that spoke volumes about the love you held for one another.

— What were we waiting for? ˚｡ Gojo Satoru.

The room was bathed in a blue glow from the long-forgotten TV, a playlist playing in the background which neither of you paid any attention to. A low hum of laughter and music filled the air as Satoru and you, both slightly tipsy -rather, very much drunk-, found yourselves on the sofa in the middle of the shared living room.

Originally, you’d have shared this very same sofa with three other people: Suguru, Kento and Ieiri. However, with all three of them finding their way in life, the sofa only seemed familiar to your two figures.

With one last sip from your glass of wine, you let your head fall back against the headrest, closing your eyes while a deep sigh spilt from your mouth. Satoru couldn’t help but mirror your body, letting his fall back in the same way, only with his head turned towards the side of your face.

Your hair was messy, not unkept, but dishevelled enough to be called messy. There was a soft, red glow blooming into your hot cheeks, darker than the usual shade of lipstick that adorned your chapped lips. He noticed the way your chest moved at a much slower pace: a lazy, deep breath followed by a -just as- lazy deep exhale. Your eyes were fluttered shut, eyelashes moving the slightest bit along with your eyes.

Your exams were finally over, and now you could relax.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to feel his eyes burning holes into your soul, but this time the heat felt more unbearable. Maybe your tolerance for alcohol wasn’t as high as you thought.

Or perhaps he was staring a little harder than normal.

There was no escaping his gaze, no escaping his strikingly clear eyes, even when you had convinced yourself that opening your own slowly, would maybe get the job done.

It wouldn’t.

His irises were coloured a fierce blue, a luminous glow of happiness and youthfulness sparkling within them. They burned fanatically, challenging the sun by showing off its brightness. They could devour the beauty of the rest of the world with ease, leaving you to question whether you had seen anything that would even come close to their beauty. Resting your cheek on the headrest, you finally let your eyes meet.

A subtle shift in the atmosphere hinted at unspoken feelings.

Your cheeks felt hot and your head was pounding, fingers quick to fidget with the rims of your nails to get your mind a little more focused. A slight buzz in the back of your mind had you feeling hazy, dozy even. It made you question whether or not your eyes were betraying you by observing his body leaning more towards yours.

You couldn’t speak of any betrayal when your eyes caught his lingering on your lips, a playful smile etching its way into the corners of his mouth. He never lost his childish playfulness, your strand of hair being twirled around his finger absentmindedly being proof of it.

The TV played a soft melody, creating a backdrop for the unspoken tension between you. A bubble of air seemed to have settled its claws into your trachea, your hand carefully finding its way to his knee.

Satoru had always been beautiful, had always had girls running after him ever since you had known him. And up to this very moment, you had never quite understood.

In turn, Satoru let his body shift closer, lightly nudging your thigh with his. The air buzzed with quiet anticipation as you shared a secret, drowsy smile, realizing that something unspoken lingered between you.

A shared moment of vulnerability passed between your gaze, each recognizing the unspoken feelings. His hand found your fidgeting ones, intertwining his fingers with yours until you had become completely still. The room seemed to fade away as both of you moved closer, drawn together by an undeniable magnetic force.

With a gentle touch, your free hand brushed a strand of white away from his face, your fingertips grazing his cheek. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken words, but in that shared moment of silence, you both understood. Without needing to say a word, your lips met in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke volumes about the connection you had discovered in the midst of a tipsy night.

— This isn't goodbye ˚｡ Okkotsu Yuuta.

The airport terminal was buzzing with the hum of conversations and the shuffle of hurried footsteps. Surrounded by the busy crowd, Yuuta and you stood facing each other, expressions a mix of anticipation, sadness and longing. With his bag packed and his luggage beside him, you couldn’t help but tear up, trying to hold them back by flashing him a wobbly smile.

"I guess it is finally time.." Yuuta said, his voice tinged with slight excitement but also reluctance as his eyes picked up on your own. Your usually bright whites had turned a pinkish colour, the sparkle within them also nowhere to be found.

Your head moved up and down, blinking back tears and swallowing the big lump that seemed to be stuck in your trachea, "You will have a great time."

Noticing your soft speech, and your shimmering eyes, Yuuta couldn’t stop his body from moving closer into your proximity, reaching for your hands and squeezing them softly in reassurance, “I will be back before you know it.”

There was no use in giving him any sort of rebuttal, nodding once more as your hands lightly squeezed him back. “I know,” you measly whispered out, “I am proud of you for coming this far.”

These were the last moments of the two of you being able to be this close to one another, and Yuuta seemed to realise that as well. Pressing his forehead against yours, he spoke even softer than before, eyes strikingly clear, “I promise I’ll come back. I’ll come back stronger and braver, for you.”

You couldn’t manage more than a small smile, eyes glistening in the bright airport lighting, “I will be here.” Yuuta’s thumb brushed across your cheek, wiping away a stray tear as gently as he could.

It didn’t take him long, but it did take him a handful of courage to do what he desperately wanted to do months ago. With his hands gently cupping your face, he pressed his lips, with utmost tenderness, against yours. Surely, you could categorise it as a bittersweet kiss, filled with the promise of return and the ache of separation.

However, as you watched him disappear into the crowd, becoming one with the sea of people, you couldn’t help but not think of this as a departure, but more so as a new beginning that just had to reach its starting point.

Author speaking: i love reading comments and quoted reblogs ;) take care!! <3

[torusdove]

// — His way of loving you.

Pairings: Tōru Oikawa x reader, Rintarō Suna x reader, Kōshi Sugawara x reader & Keiji Akaashi x reader.

Warnings: none

Author's note: a little try :)

— Reading you before bed - Oikawa Tōru

TŌRU reads a book of your choice every night before the two of you head to bed. The sight of him in bed never fails to warm your heart: his back against your headboard, glasses perched onto the tip of his nose and a thick, wool blanket pulled over his exposed torso. You don't fail to notice the steaming mugs beside him on the table. Hot tea poured into your favourite mugs. As soon as you slip in bed, his arm is quick to tug you against him, head resting against his chest as you listen to his silky-smooth voice that lulls you to sleep.

— Letting you win games - Suna Rintarō

RINTARŌ lets you win, even in his favourite games. Even though it might not seem like much to an outsider, you know how competitive your partner is. You've heard the foul words that left his mouth whenever he lost a game with his friends. Yet, he doesn't seem to mind the word "loser" popping up his screen when he's playing against you. Because after all, the smile that curls into your lips is worth every loss.

— Cooking you homemade meals - Sugawara Kōshi

KŌSHI will cook you a homemade meal every night. He understands how tiring life can be sometimes, so he opts to lighten your day by welcoming you each evening with a heartwarming meal. He loves to cook, especially foreign cuisines, so neither of you will ever get bored of what you're eating. He takes all the time in the world to prepare it, sometimes delaying the amount of work he still has to mark for his class to ensure you'll go to bed with a warm, filling meal.

— Writing you love letters - Akaashi Keiji

KEIJI writes you love letters as it was the Mediaeval period. He finds it much more intimate, love in its purest form. He wasn't much of a texter when you first started dating him, anyway. He opted for phone calls more often than not. However, he found it rather hard to find his words on the spot. So, he figured he would love you in a way he adored most: handwritten, attentive letters. He uses the old-fashioned paper for it and always stamps it with red wax, a small heart carved in his stamp.

[torusdove]

// — The way they say “I love you”.

Pairings: Suna Rintarō x reader, Oikawa Tōru x reader, Miya Atsumu x reader, Miya Osamu x reader & Akaashi Keiji x reader.

Word count: 0.8k.

Warnings: none.

Author’s note: wanna write more!

— With a hoarse voice, under the blankets - Suna Rintarō

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[torusdove]

∥ – Game the night away.

Pairing: just Rintarō Suna

Word count: 0.3k

Warnings: none

Author's note: I love reading comments and quoted reblogs :)

Streamer!Rin who blew up after he arranged a stream of 49 hours. In the last minute, he actually fell asleep in front of his monitor with an energy drink in his hand. Had to get his keyboard replaced because it spilled all over his desk when he knocked-out.

Streamer!Rin who started off by playing games such as Call of Duty, GTA V and Apex Legends but soon switched to story mode games such as Until Dawn, The Last of Us and Life is Strange. However, he fell in love with Detroit: Become Human. His favourite character of the game is Connor. He also really enjoyed playing Kara and helping Alice along the way. (Spoiler for DBH!) He made sure Connor became a deviant but accidentally did kill Hank because he didn't know he had to build a relationship with him...

Streamer!Rin also enjoys playing light-hearted games such as Stardew Valley, Little Big Planet, and Animal Crossing. When he plays Animal Crossing, he is usually a lot quieter. You can hear some soft Lo-Fi hiphop playing in the background while he is extremely focused on forming a heart-shaped lake. He takes decorating his island so seriously, it's insane. Tsumu once messed with his island, which ended up with a hacked account on Tsumu's part. Rin had someone get into his PS5-account to buy the most obnoxious packs, which ended up costing... a lot. It is safe to say that Rin's island has never been touched again after that incident.

Streamer!Rin, who once got banned from Twitch after he threw his controller at Atsumu's head because he pulled out the HDMI-cable, I had to make a video about how violence is never the answer and that gaming could lead to unwanted behaviour. He got clowned by the rest of his friends for the rest of his life.

[adoriin]

0.6k, toru oikawa x gn!reader, fluff reposted after heavy editing + character change from old account!

"Oikawa Toru." 

Your voice pierced through the smacks in the training room, promptly causing the brunette to freeze in his serve practice, letting the ball fall from his fingers back into the basket.

On any other day the sheepish grin on his face would be enough to make you swoon, the boyish action making him look as charming and handsome as ever.

Unfortunately, this was not any other day. This was the day before your 3 year anniversary, precisely an hour and ten minutes before your date was supposed to happen.

"I thought you said you'd be home by 5 hm?" you walk towards him, causing him to back up until he's cornered, "I seem to recall you telling me to chill, hm? telling me that time management is another thing your an 'ace' at, hmm?" you rest your hand on his jersey clad chest and narrow your eyes at his abashed face, trying not to laugh when recalling his exaggerated words from earlier.

"Okay in my defence, there's still an hour left, I would've made it" he replies, one hand moving to rub his neck whilst the other rests upon yours on his chest. 

At this, your resolve softens a bit, the gentleness of the action making your heart stutter. You feel your bottom lip jut out a bit. You knew he wouldn't miss it. He made time for you, he treasured you really. You remember how he claimed one night in the safety and warmth of your shared bed that you helped him see the bigger picture. A picture that included you, you who worked just as hard as he did even if you didn't need to; you who were so patient with him when he couldn't express himself. You helped him realise that his results don't determine his worth.

You sigh, looking down at your shoes.

"I know you would've 'Ru...just wanted to check you weren't overdoing it..." At this, he chuckles before squishing your cheeks together in his hand, accentuating your pout.

"Have a little more faith in me, my love. I wouldn't dare overdo it if it meant being too tired to appreciate you as much as I can" his voice was airy, full of the life that made you fall in love with him., the charming little grin on his face shattering your resolve into millions of little places.

"Cheesy, Toru~" you smile and look away, only to be squished against him when his arm wraps around your shoulders, lips pressing against your temple gently.

"Shhhh you love it. Come on you can help me get ready." He leads you out of the gym, throwing out outfit ideas to the warm evening air as you walk home. You intertwine your hand with his across your body, resting your head on his shoulder as you hum in approval, letting his warmth lead you home.

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∥ – Cigarettes et pommes.

Pairing: college student!Rintarō × reader

Word count: 0.7k

Warnings: sugestive.

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The summer season peeked around the corner. No less than three weeks ago was the sun too shy to show her brightest colours to planet earth. Yet, she shone as bright as a diamond in the open sky, leaving your skin reddened with a couple of burns. Around the 20th hour of the day, she seemed to have cooled herself down, dazzling your bedroom in a beautiful, golden drizzle of what resembled a pool of honey.

Your skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat, chest heaving up and down as you couldn’t get rid of the heartfelt smile that was trying its hardest best to curl into the corner of your lips. With the sunlight pouring through the curtains and the fresh smell of sex, silence slipped into the bedroom as if it were an invited guest.

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sunarin x fem!reader, 0.7k words, mentions fucking once but that's it lol

The tone sounded twice before he picked up.

"Let me in"

"Well this is unexpected-"

"Just let me in, Rintaro." A silence and then he's hanging up. You pocket your phone, rubbing your face in an attempt to erase any evidence of a shitty night. The door opens and he's moving away instantly to let you in, thankfully staying silent until you get up to his room.

You let the stupid little bag drop to the floor, sitting down to undo the the small buckle on your heels. His eyes were sharp, boring holes into you from where he's sitting on his bed not helping your fingers as they fumble with the buckle. The arm of the sofa you're perched on is uncomfortable, all you really want to do is sleep for a while, an eternity if it was possible, in your own bed. So you don't know what possessed you to give this address to the concerned looking taxi driver whilst looking on the verge of  a break down.

It's been a week since you stopped seeing him, stopped turning up at his house at 10pm and stopped letting him take you as many times you wanted. A week since you convinced yourself it was the right thing to do so your feelings didn't progress any further, overflow and ruin everything you had with him. A couple of days since you agreed to go to a party with the poor guy you'd been 'dating' for a month, the one you were convinced you liked. An hour since said dude tried to kiss you and you ran as if he'd tried to do something worse.

So why were you here? Why were you in his apartment again? Why, when you were so sure, did you come crawling back to him even though you were 'completely over it'?

"Hey..." His voice was gentle and close, you realised. Frustrated tears ran down your cheeks as you perched there helplessly, he looks at you with an look in his eyes that you can't quite place before kneeling in front of you, unbuckling the straps of your heels easily. He walks through the open door of his room to the set of drawers and pulls out a neatly folded pair of sweats and a t shirt, yours, you realised as you took them from him and let yourself be guided to his ensuite.

You change in a daze, slipping out the bathroom and settling in the corner of his low bed. You can hear him in the kitchen as you curl up in the corner leaning against the wall, throw blanket clutched to your chest, tears beginning to fall freely.

You feel his presence before you see him, plopping himself down at your feet as he looks up at you, his head tilted just slightly, making your heart ache.

"Are you going to tell me what happened, hm?" His voice is gentle again and it makes the tears fall faster. He sighs before his hands are on your arms and you're being pulled closer to him. You're almost curled into him, forehead on his broad shoulder. His hand rubs your back and you can feel the blood rush to your head as you sob, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly.

And you savour it. There was no getting out of this one, a confession was inevitable and so was the collapse of your friendship as a result. It was the last time you'd be held by him and you savoured it.

Once your sobs have quietened down to small hiccups, you speak.

"He tried to kiss me" you mumble, nose pressed against his nape.

"Was he that bad?" Your hand meets his arm in a firm slap as he snorts and you try not to choke at the familiarity of it.

"He tried to kiss me and I ran because he wasn't you" you felt him tense underneath you, carrying on. "He wasn't you and I've spent a week - hell, fucking months - trying to convince myself that you aren't what I wanted because I'm not what you want. But then he tried to kiss me and it felt so so wrong because I realised that I loved you. I fucking love you, and I don’t have it in myself to be mad about it or pretend that I'm fine being with anyone else but- but I'm painfully aware that we're fucked now that I've said this. Isn’t that just fucking perfect?"  You’re a little breathless once you finish, choking on the bitter laugh you ended with as you rest your forehead on your bent knees.

“It is.“ You registered the smile in his voice, looking down at him to find him grinning. You’re too taken aback to do anything but stare at him in all his smiling glory; sharp canines and those hazel eyes that always render you speechless. He notices, laughing as he pulls you onto his lap. “it is just fucking perfect. I could never be mad about loving you too” Your arms wrap around his waist as you feel his lips meet your temple. It's new, the feeling of his smile against your skin, but you think maybe I love you wasn't the worst thing you could say to him.

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0.7k words about naps with rin x gn!reader~ repost after heavy edits from old account !!

Sunarin was a known lover of naps, often found napping as often as he could. Letting the lethargy drift away with the warmth of a big hoodie or soft blanket. Sunarin loved naps, but he loved naps with you more. If asked, he wouldn't know just what it was about you that relaxed him enough to fall asleep in your presence. Despite how he may come across, he's a fairly open person, there weren't any walls to built for you to knock down and yet, with you, he felt comfort like no other. He'd never experienced such intense feelings after barely a year of friendship, at least, that's when he napped with you for the first time. 

The memory was vivid in his mind, having discarded his homework after a weak half an hour and face planted on your bed only to have fallen asleep in minutes surrounded by your scent. His shallow breaths caught your attention, making you sigh both in exaspertaion and fondness. To be fair, it was 3pm on a Saturday, what better time to have a nap. It was that thought that had you clambering over his lanky figure carefully, deciding to take a small break as you scrolled through your phone beside him.

He'd woken up to the sound of your alarm, the note displayed underneath it making him smile despite the remnants of sleep clouding his brain: wake me up, we have work to finish =.=. He took notice of you then, the weight of your head on his shoulder feeling heavy and comforting if anything. He looked at you and tried to omit every detail to memory, your slightly mussed hair, the way your cheek looked so cute pressed against the pillow, your relaxed expression. He remembers feeling a little hotter than usual, his heart giving a particularly loud thud in his chest, not really flustered but more overwhelmed at such a warm feeling of belonging melting him slowly. He closed his eyes again with a content sigh, his hand squishing your cheeks incessantly to wake you up. When your whines finally sounded a little more coherent, he stopped, simply holding your cheeks as he attempted to fall asleep again.

A couple of years pass and he finds himself in nearly the same predicament - only a few things had changed. It was his alarm ringing this time, only you had still set the message displaying underneath: wake up rn !! u wont be able to sleep later >:(. You were closer to him too, face buried in his chest and hands grasping his hoodie even though you were wearing one of his anyway. Your leg was thrown over his, one of his hands under your hoodie, the warmth keeping you close even in sleep. You'd grown into your features a bit more but you were still the same person he knew in high school, soft, warm and constant. He sighed, knowing the lecture he'd have to listen to about circadian rhythms and the importance of sleeping at night if he didn't wake up properly now. Looking at your peaceful sleeping face made him smile at the sheer contradiction, debating whether to capture the way you were passed out against him to use against you later. He wouldn't but he snapped the picture anyway before discarding his phone on the bed.

He cupped your face in his hand, thumb caressing you cheek lightly as you sighed in your sleep. Your lips were puckered slightly, his thumb brushing over them before he leaned in, pressing his own to yours. He kisses you slowly until you wake up, smiling into the kiss at your attempts to kiss back in your dozy state. 

"Good morning to you too, Rin" you murmured into the little space between you, turning so you can rest your lips on his cheek.

"It's 4pm, babe" he's smiling. He's smiling wide and he knows he is, your sleepy affection making that familiar warmth overflow until he's consumed by you. Not that he minds, he thinks as he watches you blink awake slowly, in the comfort of your shared bed. He loves naps with you, but he loves you more.

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0.6k, fluff, oikawa x gn!reader

You’d been glancing at him all night. The warm air of the late summer evening settling on your skin as you watch him converse with his colleagues. Soft brown hair in perfect tufts on his head, a perfectly fitted shirt with a button popped open at his collar, tie loosened the slightest bit and a little playful glint in his eyes. He was gorgeous and you couldn’t bring yourself to ignore it.

You pressed your hand against your glass, your icy drink melting and cooling the glass down as you convinced yourself you were entirely smooth mingling with everyone at the mandatory work party, everyone except for him. At least, you thought you were, the expert escape to the restroom before your friend reached where he was standing and then returning as soon as they’d taken a seat at the bar? Sounded pretty damn smooth to you.

You look up to observe the party, the company had rented the entire rooftop bar, a mixture of all the local office’s employees conversing with each other under the dim lighting. Your eyes go to glance at him again, only to find he isn’t standing there anymore. Instead you see him walking towards the bar, your eyes meeting for a second before you look away. You think to yourself it’s probably a coincidence and he’s just getting himself a drink. He probably has girlfriend, or a wife even, and they’re probably a picture perfect couple who go for pretty picnics in the park and you’re fine with that. 

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0.6k, fluff, oikawa x gn!reader

You'd been glancing at him all night. The warm air of the late summer evening settling on your skin as you watch him converse with his colleagues. Soft brown hair in perfect tufts on his head, a perfectly fitted shirt with a button popped open at his collar, tie loosened the slightest bit and a little playful glint in his eyes. He was gorgeous and you couldn't bring yourself to ignore it.

You pressed your hand against your glass, your icy drink melting and cooling the glass down as you convinced yourself you were entirely smooth mingling with everyone at the mandatory work party, everyone except for him. At least, you thought you were, the expert escape to the restroom before your friend reached where he was standing and then returning as soon as they'd taken a seat at the bar? Sounded pretty damn smooth to you.

You look up to observe the party, the company had rented the entire rooftop bar, a mixture of all the local office's employees conversing with each other under the dim lighting. Your eyes go to glance at him again, only to find he isn't standing there anymore. Instead you see him walking towards the bar, your eyes meeting for a second before you look away. You think to yourself it's probably a coincidence and he's just getting himself a drink. He probably has girlfriend, or a wife even, and they're probably a picture perfect couple who go for pretty picnics in the park and you're fine with that. 

You're bought out of your thoughts by him clearing his throat, casting an amused glance at the straw you'd been unconsciously (and a little intensely) stirring your drink with.

"You know you can ask the bartender to stir your drink instead of shaking it, right?" and God, even his voice is perfect too, not too low and laced with amusement that makes you want to kick him in the shin as well as take him home.

"What if I don't want a man to stir my drink for me?" You ask, a little faux huff added to the end as you sip your well-mixed drink. He chuckled at that, sliding onto the seat next to you.

"Then you're doing great, sweetheart" You could feel the back of your neck heating, raising your eyes meet to his as a small smile danced on your lips. Probably doesn't have a girlfriend...or a wife.

"If only you were better at subtly avoiding me," He set his hand on the bar, fingers brushing yours and giving you time to move, before resting on top of yours without breaking eye contact. He'd smile a little more at your questioning gaze. "What? Have to keep hold of you somehow, I don't want you to disappear again~"

"And why is that? Why don't you want me to disappear Mr..." You trailed off, wanting to put a name to the prettiest face you'd ever seen.

"Toru, Oikawa Toru" he replied easily, his eyebrow raising slightly at your response.

"Mr Oikawa Toru."

"Maybe I find you interesting, maybe you look much too pretty to be sitting here for the rest of the night hm?" He said softly, barely disguising the hope at the end of his suggestion. Cute.

"Then take me somewhere you won't lose sight of me, Toru Oikawa" You leaned into his space slightly with a amused smile much like his earlier one, delighted at the colour blooming on his cheeks at your forwardness.

"I-I was thinking more... ditching for dessert-" You sit back in your seat again, gathering your jacket and sliding your hand out from under his, holding it in front of you instead, his to take. His warm hand envelopes yours immediately.

"Lead the way, sweetheart" 

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