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all mine : rintaro suna x bimbo!gf notes from the writer : fluff, 0.4k words
Suna doesn’t say no when you crawl into his lap with a handful of hair clips and a look of intense concentration on your face.
He doesn’t say yes either.
He just sighs, long-suffering, like this is something inevitable that happens to him now.
“Don’t move,” you tell him, already tugging his hair forward. “I’m being careful.”
You are not being careful.
You pull too hard, stop midway, then get distracted by a clip shaped like a little star. “Oh my god, this one’s cute.”
Suna hums in response, eyes half-lidded, phone abandoned face-down on the couch beside him. He had been scrolling five minutes ago. Now he’s watching you instead—every tiny frown of concentration, the way you stick your tongue out when you’re focused, how proud you look every time you manage to get a section right.
All of his attention, completely on you.
You shift closer, knee knocking into his thigh. “Does this hurt?”
“No,” he says immediately, even though you absolutely just yanked his hair again.
You smile at him like that settles it. Like he’s done something good just by existing. His chest tightens in that quiet, annoying way he never talks about.
You keep working, hands warm, movements messy but gentle in intent. You pause every few seconds to ask his opinion.
“Pigtails or half up?”
“Which side looks cuter?”
“Wait—does this look dumb?”
Every question pulls his focus deeper, like he’s being invited into your little world on purpose. He answers all of them, softly, seriously, like your choices matter more than anything else in the room.
When you’re finally done, you hop off his lap and spin the phone toward him so he can see.
“There!” you beam. “I made you pretty!”
He looks at the screen. His hair’s uneven. One clip is crooked. Another is definitely upside down.
He doesn’t change a thing.
Instead, he reaches out, hooks a finger into the belt loop of your shorts, and pulls you back between his knees—not rough, not fast. Just enough to keep you there.
“You done?” he asks.
You nod, pleased. “Mhm!”
“Awe man,” he says, gaze lifting back to your face. “I wasn’t finished lookin’ at you.”
Later that night, he posts a picture. Just the hair. Just the clips. No caption.
The comments blow up.
You don’t notice. You’re too busy sitting beside him, playing with the sleeve of his hoodie, while Suna ignores his phone entirely—because right now, you already have all of him.
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traffic light | suna rintarou
synopsis; you flirt with a biker at a red light
-> featuring best friend iwa!
a/n: biker!suna yayayayaya
You and Iwaizumi are on your way back from a meal out with friends, cruising through the quiet streets as he drives you home. It’s that in between hour where it’s not quite day, not quite night, where the sky is the colour of cotton candy and the sun is barely peeking out between the clouds.
You’re halfway into a rant about one of your friend’s questionable love life when something—or someone, rather—stops you dead in your tracks.
Literally, because Iwa brakes at the red light.
“So then I told her, why don’t you just dump his ass if he’s so—holy crap he’s cool.”
You barely register Iwa’s inquisitive hum when the low growl of a motorbike creeps up beside the car.
Damn. That’s hot.
He’s like the personification of an eclipse.
Black helmet. Black jacket. Black jeans. Slick black bike. You can’t even see this man’s face, but his demeanour alone is enough to do something to your pulse.
You bite your lip to contain the cheesy grin that’s about to break out onto your face and turn to Iwa. “He is so fine."
Iwa gives the stranger a quick side glance and huffs something close to a laugh. “You into bikers now?”
“Didn’t used to be. I’ve been getting a bunch of videos on my Instagram, though, and I’ve kinda been converted.”
Iwa shakes his head in either amusement, or bemusement—hard to tell. What’s clear is that he’s not fully grasping the appeal of this majestic individual, so you smack his arm like it might knock some sense into him.
“No, Haji, look. I’m serious.” You ball your hand into a fist and gnaw on your knuckles to contain a squeal. Your brain replays the time Maki and Mattsun called you a crazed lunatic and said Hajime was your carer—only to stomp the thought back down.
“What do I do?” you breathe.
“You can’t even see his face."
“Doesn’t matter,” you chide, ignoring Iwa's painfully typical male response. “It’s all about the body language. The aura, you know?"
"Can't say I do."
"Never mind."
You’re leaning forward now, peeking through the side mirror, heart kicking up as you admire the handsome stranger. Iwa’s right—you can hardly see the guy’s face through the helmet visor, but your imagination does all the work for you. Sharp jaw. High cheekbones. He’s got a lazy slouch that fits the brooding image you’ve painted of him perfectly. One hand rests on the throttle, the other tapping a rhythm on his thigh like he’s got nowhere better to be.
“Should I say something?” you whisper, rocking in your seat like a kid who just spotted a celebrity and is building up the courage to ask for an autograph.
“Want me to open the window?”
“No—“
Whirrrr.
You stare frantically at Iwa as the window slides down with a mechanical whir, and the purr of the biker's engine fills the silence.
"How could you do this to me—"
Iwa just clears his throat, gaze fixed on the road ahead as if to say, from now on, I am no longer present. Good luck.
Your stomach flips.
It's fine. You're overthinking. Maybe he didn't even hear. Maybe you can play this off. For all he knows, you just rolled down the window for some fresh air.
The biker turns his head.
Annnd you just made eye contact.
Well, you think you did. It's impossible to tell with his visor tinted so dark, but it definitely felt like eye contact. You realise you're still staring when the biker subtly jerks his chin at you in silent question.
Something wrong?
You’ve barely got time to think. The light will turn green any minute and it dawns on you that you might miss your chance.
And so—because you’re well-versed in the art of biker Instagram reels and see these kinds of interactions all the time—you lean out the window just a little and put on your best smile.
“I like your bike,” you call, only to immediately regret it because surely you could’ve said something better than that.
The man tilts his helmet slightly, like he wasn’t expecting the compliment. His voice is muffled, low, and amused when he replies:
“Thanks. You drive?”
Oh. Does he think you’re a fellow biker?
You snort at the thought. “God, no. I don't think that'd be safe for anyone." You wave a dismissive hand before adding, "I'm just the co-pilot."
He rolls his shoulder back, spine straightening just enough to give you a better look.
Hm. He’s broader than you imagined. Taller, too.
Guess being hunched over was hiding all that potential.
“Mm. The hard job,” he says—and if your ears aren't deceiving you, you'd say he was teasing.
Perfect. You can't help but grin. Now's your chance.
"The hard job," you echo. "Are you hiring?"
Iwa lets out a sound caught between a laugh and a groan.
The guy laughs—just a little. Deep and dry and unfairly attractive. Success, you think. At least you made him laugh.
Then, without looking away, he flips his visor up.
You try not to stare.
Dark, tired eyes. Green like freshly picked apples. Strands of messy brown hair falling over his forehead. It feels like a tease—one that has you impatiently wondering what the rest of him looks like under all that gear.
“What’s your name, passenger princess?”
You can hardly believe your ears. As if he's actually going along with this.
“(Y/n).”
“Suna,” he says. “You free Friday?”
Ohmygod. Ohmygod.
“You don’t even know what I like,” you goad, emboldened now that you've confirmed his interest.
He revs the engine once in response—slow and suggestive. “I know one thing.”
Your face warms.
Then he shifts forward slightly, one hand reaching into his jacket pocket. When it re-emerges, he’s holding a phone—already unlocked, already open on the “new contact” screen.
He doesn’t say anything, just gives a little tilt of his head as he extends it toward you through the window.
You take it and blink down at the screen.
Suddenly, you no longer remember your own name.
Your mind scrambles, fingers hovering uselessly over the keyboard as your brain reboots. When it finally does, your thumbs fly across the keyboard. You add your name, number, and a cute little emoji for good measure (a bike and princess emoji), then you hand it back, biting back a grin like a kid in a candy store.
He glances at the screen. His shoulders bounce, just once, like he laughed under his breath. Then he slides the phone back into his jacket.
The light turns green just in time.
“See you Friday, (y/n),” he says. And somehow, you have a feeling he’s smirking.
He lifts two fingers off the handle in a lazy little salute, then peels off into the night.
You spin in your seat so fast the seatbelt locks in place. “Haji, did you see that?! I got a date in like under two minutes!”
He’s already turning the corner, half smiling at your success. “Sure did. Guess that means I’m dropping you off on Friday?”
You giggle into your palms.
Best. Red light interaction Ever.
thank you to everyone who likes, comments &/or reblogs! ☺️
He’s always been pretty to me idc
WRONG NUMBER ⸻ HITOSHI SHINSO ; gn! reader
SYNOPSIS — the strange unknown number you vented to about your crush ends up being your crush. INCLUDES — college + modern au!, smau, crack, fluff, shinso is y/n's campus crush.
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NOTE — if you guys didn't get it, the 'diary entry' shinso wrote wasn't entirely made up bc he acc was staring at y/n LOL! i love his smartass.
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HOLY PEAK THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SMAU IVE READ IN A LONG TIME 🤍🤍🤍
WRONG NUMBER ⸻ HITOSHI SHINSO ; gn! reader
SYNOPSIS — the strange unknown number you vented to about your crush ends up being your crush. INCLUDES — college + modern au!, smau, crack, fluff, shinso is y/n's campus crush.
ᡣ𐭩 •｡ main masterlist — mha masterlist ꪆৎ ˚⋅
NOTE — if you guys didn't get it, the 'diary entry' shinso wrote wasn't entirely made up bc he acc was staring at y/n LOL! i love his smartass.
©neuvision — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.
guyssssss guess what i have laying in my drafts!!
it's half done and I'm so excited to post this!!! if you wanna be mentioned when it's posted please leave a comment and I'll mention you when it's done!
hi everyone!! soo i know i don’t post much at all anymore but ive kind of just lost my passion for writing, however im still active on tumblr just lurking lol
i’ve been thinking about this for awhile and i want to start doing art requests/commissions as a side gig while i try and figure out what to do with my life
below i’ve got some examples of my art, if you are interested at all please send an ask <3 if not id appreciate a like and rb
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pretty good i had double shifts the past two days but i have my day off tomorrow (monday) so! all’s good
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starting this out of boredom and because i love my moots: what are some things you think your followers should know about you? (that you haven’t mentioned yet) i’ll go first:
- i 🤍 musicals (hamilton, wicked, hadestown, wss, rent to name a few)
- glasses wearer
- 5’0 (sorry if you thought i was tall 💔 its the filipino genes)
- ♋️
- d1 eyeliner warrior
- gecko owner 🦎
one last thing: i am the biggest banana hater in the entire world fuck those things 🚫🍌
@crushmeeren @osamucide @whenanafallsinlove (ANA I SAW YOU INTERACT EARLIER LMFAO)
MADY IM SORRY I’VE BEEN SO MIA, uni is consuming me (in a cool way tho) anyways thank u for the tag love u as always mwah mwah 💕
things that i think my followers should know about me:
- i study international relations, my love for this career started with MUN (i’m a politics nerd)
- i have four cats (i’m sorry to all the dog lovers, but i’m a cat person 🙂↕️)
- i always use red lipstick, i’m not a huge fan of gloss lmao
- i hate eggs and whole milk 😔
- i’m a gemini 🫣 (i was born on 06/06/06)
(tag: @miyamoratsumuu @angeliicheartt @makiglazer or anyone who wants to join!)
omg first off my cousin was born the same day as u (ur much better than him he sucks) and im also a gemini!! twinning
things my followers should know about me:
- i’m inconsistent my apologies 😓
- i loveeeee genshin impact (will prob maybe write for it soon?)
- i love spicy food
- andddd uhhhh im like super cool
tags: whoever wants to!
How it feels getting back into fanfiction and all my old interests again after going off them for a few months
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warn / none
incl / bkugoo
note /
katsuki literally and i mean literally cannot sleep without you.
it's the middle of the night, around 4 am when your bladder decides enough is enough. your not psyched about having to slowly crawl over and off your boyfriends warm body but it's inevitable if you want too pee.
eventually you make it too the bathroom, sitting in relief, then you hear it.
footsteps
"fuck are you doin'" an adorabley soft bakugou mumbles as he stands in front of you, still on the toilet.
you giggle slightly as his eyes adjust, "peeing, what are you doing?"
bakugou doesn't say anything as you wipe and finished washing your hands. "fuckin left me, got scared."
you almost don't register as the man snuggles you back into bed, head on your chest arms tucked tightly against your waist.
"i had to pee, i didn't leave you, i would never do that."
he grunts before falling back asleep, and you nod off thinking it was a fluke, that he was just woken up by your movements
3 days later, the moment forgotten, it happens again.
"oh shit! you scared me..what is it..? was i to loud, sorry." you're in the kitchen, ravished with hunger and cooking together a small concoction of sugar and batter.
bakugou is barefoot across from you, staring in complete silence, you would laugh if you weren't so concerned for him.
"why'd you do that." his voice sounds like putty.
"do what sweetheart?" you patter over to him, cupping his face as he breathes into your palms.
"leave me again, you weren't in that bathroom." he mumbles.
you sigh and ignore the implications of what he said, that bakugou was missing you, and that he went looking.
"m' sorry, i got hungry."
"well, tell me next time then, i'll make you something."
he isn't angry, but he's got a sort of kicked puppy look on his face you know he doesn't think hes wearing. you smile.
"okay, back to bed? i was just finished here anyway."
he nods and you walk hand in hand to the mattress.
it when happens a third time you realize your boyfriend might not be able to sleep without you.
"kats, i'm just finishing up here, you don't have to stay awake with me."
"can't sleep." it's almost 1AM at this point and you aren't nearly as far ahead on your work as you should be.
katsuki would really much rather be asleep, his body feels tired and yet his eyes won't close.
"why not? is the light to bright?" katsuki groans like its the most obvious thing in the world, and really by now, it should be.
"just get in bed, i'm tired [Name]."
and you make no protest, your work was moving just about as slow as katsuki patience, you cling into bed next to him and as expected, he's out like a light.
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