NHI BABYY i know your addiction on rin so if i dt you a toxic rindou fic this weekend is that alright with u ☹️
OH MY GOD??? i’d kiss the ground you’d walk on if you did pls i love you and i would love it if you’ll tag me to that toxic rindou fic you’re working on!!!
content warnings┊mentions of guns. needy rin. balls. dirty talk. overstim. cum. ballsss. heavy balls. thumb in ur butt. spit. praise.
zu’s note┊am feeling ?? idk my dick been real soft lately but i wanted to write bc i haven’t in a few days so here’s sum short. m working on a fic thoo that’ll be out sometime next week (hopefully)
NEEDY. THAT’S THE ONLY WORD THAT CAN BE USED TO DESCRIBE RIN RIGHT NOW. it’s been a week since he’s felt the tight squeeze of your little pussy. a week of fucking his fists to the thought of you. to the tons of your mundane photos that clog his camera roll.
Okay… but nhi (ugh ty for reading & and gushing with me sigh I love him so much), I will never be able to surpass you… I swear I still think about tattoo suna almost every week. It’s unhealthy… 😵💫
But glad to always have you back 🤪
SHUT UP OMG YOU’RE LITERALLY THE BEST??? have you ever stop and read whatever you’re writing because i swear you have talent and magic when it comes to writing and tattoo artist!suna… dreamy sigh 😻 i miss him too >:(
Pinning after one person for a decade of his life, the most eligible bachelor falls drunk in public and almost spills the identity of his lover. With the sending of a drunken video, to the injury he pertains… Miya Atsumu comes to face a honest question: was the ten years worth the wait — even if it may require a season off from volleyball and a brutally swollen ankle?
hmmm guess who’s next ? ( ,:
reblogs, likes, comments are always appreciated!!! i hope you guys enjoy ( ,:
sakusa // next
Ever since Miya Atsumu made his debut as a professional athlete, he’s made it clear that he was harboring feelings for a special someone. Always responding with the cliché but mysterious four words that could pertain to almost anything, “I have someone special” — the handsome heartthrob just deemed in the top ten most eligible bachelors of the year… a man worth millions, and a man desired by thousands; Miya Atsumu, had always had his eyes set on one person, and one alone.
suna rintarou would be the friend that would nonchalantly point out that there was a love letter placed on your desk with his face plastered to his screen. But when your first response, as you looked up at him in expectancy, “it’s from you huh?” with your face deadpanned and seemingly all knowing, it doesn’t catch your surprise when he simply responds back with a short, “yea,” as he proceeds to boringly look back at his phone.
Muttering under your breath about him being annoying but yet flattered at receiving such a sweet letter… you don’t notice your face turn a rosy pink as you proceed to look around, clutching the precious letter by your heart, as to whom it may be from — simply giddy at the fact you had a secret admirer.
But unknown to you, just like the color of your cheeks, his ears would also bleed the same color as he secretly sneaks glances at your pretty face - eyebrows furrowed intently as you bit the sides of your lip in nervousness. And again, little did you know… that suna rintarou, the best friend that stuck it through since forever, sacrificed his precious sleep to drop off the letter in the bitter cold of the early mornings, only to walk back to your house and wait for you with an extra jacket in hand so he could walk you back to school. You would never know how hard it was for him to stay in composure while answering that one worded response — hoping his voice wouldn’t crack and praying his facade wouldn’t break, for he waited this long to confess and he wasn’t willing to reveal himself until the perfect time — and how he didn’t expect his heart to pump so feverishly at the sight of your smile alone… and he would like to say, after the years of secretly pinning and caring after you… he will pursue you in his most fitting way — quietly but closely, simply content in loving you a bit more than a best friend, and expecting nothing in return from you… yet.
Nhi!!!!! hi, missed you 🥲 also!! everything is just so sexy here I love it ! (it’s nice to call you nhi again heh)
AE BABY HIIII <3 i missed you too and i just read your suna fluff,,, when i tell you, you write him so good like that overall boyfriend material vibe im kicking my feet in the air bc of giddiness HHSJSHSH he’s just so dreamy 🥺
warnings: none! its sfw (shock face), but my blog is still 18+! this is an actor au, inspired by @/nihaalart’s lovely actor au pieces, so Eren is an actor for the show Attack on Titan!
a/n: this is self indulgent fluff to the max. thank you to the lovely beautiful and talented @whats-her-quirk for screaming with me.
It’s not unusual for heads to turn when you walk into the writer’s room with the tray full of coffee cups, it’s a Pavlovian response to the aid that’s going to get them to finish the scripts by the deadline. But the way Marco is looking at you, with a glint of evil in light brown eyes that betrays the smile that stretches across his freckled face – you can feel your stomach start to twist up in knots for reasons other than the the few sips you stole from your iced oat milk latte.
“The table read is done,” he says as you hand over his cinnamon macchiato.
“No.”
“He should be over in –”
“Nooooo.” You continue to moan the syllable as you slump into your chair, running your hands over your face as you prepare for the worst.
TAGS/WARNINGS : NSFW. Fake Dating. Unrequited Love. Profanity. Enemies (not really) to Lovers. Friends with Benefits. Not very canon compliant.
SYNOPSIS : You have been in love with your best friend Sakusa Kiyoomi for as long as you can remember. The problem? He is in love with somebody else. And for you to snag even the tiniest bit of his affections, it seems like you would willingly go through drastic measures.. Even if it means teaming up with his lifelong rival, Suna Rintarō
BEGGING U SERIOUSLY PS PS PS PLEASE LOOK AT THIS NOTE : Very raw. Very emotional. Probably not in a way you expect it to but I want to say read everything before you say anything about the characters and their decisions. I wanted it to be as realistic as possible. Not everything happens the way we want it to as outsiders and situations may be a lot more difficult than we think hehe just saying this was so hard, so emotional to write. I hope you guys enjoy all 5.8k of it!
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Suna wouldn't call himself smart but he liked to believe he wasn't stupid either. A lot of people think he's very tactical, incredibly street smart, good with a lot of things. He's a fast learner, that's for sure. He usually accomplishes a lot of things without trying too hard as long as he's learned it properly. Volleyball was one of the very few things he felt as though his brain was working overtime—going around blocks, reading the opponent's movements, he always felt exhausted mentally after a match. Not to mention, he's practically the top scorer of the team.
However, right now, as his fingers grip the steering wheel of his car with another lady by his side, he couldn't help but feel like he's the one thing he never imagined himself to be—stupid.
It was a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. The ring on her necklace threw him off guard and the next thing he knew, he was taking her invitation despite having pre-existing plans. The view of the familiar black line running along the edge of her pendant, the gleam he's very used to seeing blinks at him almost mockingly—filling him up to the brim until he feels like he could snap.
There were too many questions in his head—maybe that's what prompted this decision. He wanted to find the answers no matter what, solve the clawing feelings in his chest as they try to push right out of him, find the missing piece of the puzzle he couldn't fully complete. He was determined to get through with it. His head had been blank at that time and the only thing in his mind was the fact that he had to be alone with Yura no matter what. She might be the key to everything. More than the ring hanging on her neck, she's giving him the opportunity to have her all to himself.
The only thing on his mind then was taking it.
Yet, his chest felt so heavy when he saw the look on your face. The moment he turned around, you were backing away from him like he's a fire that's been scorching you painfully. He saw the way it looked like you could crumble on the floor—but your fingers were wrapping around his arm, telling him it's okay to go and leave you behind. He could see it was taking all of you to take another second behind the strong facade you're trying so hard to keep. Your eyes slowly lose life at the betrayal and he felt like he couldn't breathe. He's dangerously close to losing one thing or the other.
He swears he wanted to choose you, no matter what. But something in him shouts that he has to pick Yura before he could decide on anything else. Maybe after this, he'd be able to choose you—have you, if you'd have him, that is. He felt like he lost all his chance with you now.
His skin stings at the leather of his steering wheel. Yura's getting too comfortable in his passenger seat—pressing things on his stereo and picking a song to fill up the space. Of course, she'd choose something slow and sensual. Somehow, even without a single thing happening, he felt it was so inappropriate. But he didn't say a thing and let her be.
She keeps making small talks with him, forcing him to mutter equally small replies of hmms and yeahs. He doesn’t know why she's acting too civil with him. He hadn't talked to her in a year—since that day her phone blinked Sakusa Kiyoomi on his bedside table. When he confronted her about it, she didn't waste time breaking off whatever was between them.
Truthfully, Suna believed it wouldn't mean anything—that he'd have her sprawled naked on his bed after a week or two. After all, he's been on and off with her for almost 5 years. Other girls come and go—guys, on her part, but they always found a way to back to fuck each other out of their minds when they were together. He thought this was another one of those instances. Suna didn't imagine the next time he'd be having her in his car is today, a whole year later.
Her fingers were gripping his forearm as she dragged him through one of the boutiques she wanted to see, feet skipping lightly over the hard pavement with glee in her eyes as she looked back at her shoulder to make sure he's following close by.
"Yura," Suna begins, fingers hovering over her wrist to tug her hold off. But, he decides against it—politely asking his ex-friends-with-benefits instead. "Yura, go on your own. Be quick with it."
She halts in her joyful bounce at that, slowly turning over to face Suna with a look on her face. One that says she's not happy to hear that. What did she want him to say? He drove her around because she said she needed it. Along with that are his personal issues he needed to solve within him and that's why he reluctantly went along with her schemes. Yet, he's not here to play friends. Not in the mood to act casual as though everything is okay. It's been a year since he's even talked to her and she's not available enough to be acting comfortable with him. Her actions make Suna flinch inwardly, bitter taste in his mouth as he watches her face go dim.
Granted, her sudden disappearance on him landed a huge blow. It took a lot more in him than he'd ever admit. He saw her everywhere the first few months, smelled her in everyone he's attracted to. Yura is beautiful. And for a while, she was his. All his. Then, all of a sudden, she's a band-aid being ripped away from his skin. It stung. There was a stupid burn, a terrible itch he couldn't scratch. That sounds pathetic, now. When you imagine him in a slump because a woman dumped him for the man he greatly dislikes, it doesn't sound like Suna Rintarō'.
But that was him a few months ago. Truly, horribly, sadly.
Yura stuck to him so nicely. No amount of washing her off ever made her grip on him loosen. He wanted her. Even as he saw her walking hand in hand, happy and in love with his rival, he wanted her. To him, it was normal to have her around with a single call—no matter who she was fucking the past couple of weeks. He used her as much as she used him. But suddenly, she's in the hands of someone he couldn't look down on even if he tried. Sakusa Kiyoomi is good-looking, tall, rich. He's just as much as him. If he looked down on Sakusa, he'd be looking down on himself. Even he knew that.
He pursued her so badly deep in his heart. He wanted to steal her back. He'd be at the parties they always attended. He'd always be in them because he's in the same industry as her boyfriend. He would always come alone and be far from her but he'd dress so nicely, everyone looks at him the moment he enters the doors, all for the wishful thinking that she'd come running back to him.
Truthfully, Yura probably caught on but why would she look anywhere when she has another man on her side? One equally as much of a scene-stealer. His lone rival. It's fucking humiliating. He's alone, too. What a joke. No way he'd ever steal her back like this.
Then, you'd arrived like his guardian angel. Suddenly, you were there to present yourself. Now, he won't be attending these parties alone. You'd be by his side and Yura would be stuck thinking the same things he once did. You're so beautiful, so amazing, gorgeous—God, you'd have all the men in your feet if you ever let them.
Perfect. You were the perfect person to use.
He needed you and you needed him. You'd use each other so dirtily and throw each other aside the moment it's all said and done.
"Yura," he repeats, tone exasperated. "I have plans. Make it quick."
The firmness in his tone makes her flinch. He couldn't care less right now, unfortunately. All he wanted was to go back to the cabin. Find you, apologize no matter how many fucking times it takes, have dinner with you, sleep with you. His mind keeps running with thoughts of you—racing, throbbing. It was almost painful how much you fill him up. His chest pounds without rhythm. The image of you in his head makes his heart break. He wants to go back to you. Yura is making this whole thing impossible.
"Rin, I just want you to come with me," she whispers, grip on him tightening and it makes his jaw clench.
He doesn't reply to her.
He wants to go back to you.
"Rin—"
"I'll be waiting for you here. Go," words to push her away were the only things he had the energy to speak of.
He just wants to go back.
When did it start? When you opened the front doors of your home to a silky red dress hanging so beautifully on your body so perfectly he felt like he could faint? When he watched you pick from the rows of instant noodles before smiling shyly towards him when he paid for your things? When you let him take that very same red dress off your shoulders and kissed him with your lip that was equally as red?
When did he start wanting nobody else but you?
You fit so nicely against him. Every nook, every curve, every corner—his hands find a place. Your neck, your breasts, your hips—you fit him like you're the puzzle piece he's always been looking for to make himself complete. Your warmth when he's inside you melts away all the hardness in his heart. It sounds like a cliché love story you hear all the time but he gets so sappy when he wakes up to see your face pressed on his arms. He thinks, he wants nothing more than to wake up to that very same face for the rest of his life. To feel the warmth until he's nothing but a cold corpse—no, even then he'd look for you. He believes he'd survive off holding your hand forever, and he will, as long as you'd let him.
But he's messed up. He's insane. There are parts of him that aren't fixed, aren't clear. He's supposed to clear the fog today. When he decided to leave you alone for the lunch he promised he'd take you to, he swore in his heart he wouldn't leave without an answer.
Unsurprisingly, it came earlier than he thought.
Yura's touch was nowhere near as warm as yours. Her grip on his forearm didn't fit like it was meant to be there—it was awkward, he wanted to shake it off. He wouldn't dream of holding her hand again even for a second. The stupid ring hanging on her neck was a familiar tug in his heart—but that's about it. Yura's eyes haven't gleamed the way they always used to the moment he saw her again in the cabin. Honestly, Suna couldn't even tell if he just imagined that it was even gleaming in the first place because when he saw your eyes so closely for the first time—when you were pressing up to him in the middle of the park the first time you asked him to play a role, his breath hitched so sharply he could feel it rattle his bones.
It was the first time he's ever seen something truly shine.
He's known for the longest time. He just had to find himself before he could have you. He's always been awake from his delusions with Yura but he wanted to see her again, so closely like she used to. Now that she is, he wanted nothing more than to be far away from her.
He didn't love her.
He probably never has.
She was a constant. Someone who was always a part of his life. He shared so many firsts with her—maybe that's why it was so hard to let her go. She was his teenage crush, a fever dream. So many highs they basically never come down. It was always adrenaline with Yura. It was fun. It suited his life then. He was so young, so carefree. He's so curious, so eager. She took his hand amidst all that.
If he forgot her too quickly, he would seem like a pushover—a simpleton. And he isn't. That's why he stuck with her for so long. Suna felt like the rush was cut off when she left him. He wasn't ready to mature, settling down was far too hard. He wanted the sex, the parties, the fact that being with Yura meant no commitments and no consequences. She was plaguing his mind like she was a part of him. It was way too difficult to stay away from her. If anyone understood and matched his energy, it would be her. He was free. He had volleyball and a beautiful woman by his side. Someone who didn't want commitment—who never wanted commitment It was such an easy thing.
She would always be by his side as he would always be at hers. They were each other's indispensable needs. What the other wants, the other gets. She's the only one suited enough to show him all he wants to see because she'd never leave him. She'd be all he needs.
Or at least, that's what Suna believed.
What he held onto for years.
That's why when she was gone, stripped away from him so suddenly. He felt like he was thrust back to the time when he let the woman he wanted slip from his fingers. It was so sudden. He hasn't come to terms with his feelings, then, as well. What more, she was with Sakusa.
It ignited so much in him. He was mad, furious. He thought, he would do anything to keep her away from his nemesis. There was a strong fire in him that couldn't be calmed. He wanted to take her back, more as a result of his little feud with Sakusa than his feelings with Yura, so he'd been looking for that opening—that opportunity that will make him secure her.
He couldn't let Sakusa get in between him and the woman he wants.
Not again.
And he's been so blinded by that envy and rage. It was so easy to mistake them for his feelings. When you do everything in your power to steal back a woman, you would think that was a result of love. No one ever interprets it as the burning rage and envy that consumes him to see his nemesis taking away the one woman who was able to give him all the immaturity and adrenaline he needs without question. No one thinks it's a result of his refusal to have Sakusa steal yet another woman he's interested in.
It was so confusing to the point he's confused himself for the longest time.
Perhaps that’s another reason he's with her right now.
He needed to put an end to whatever he thought he felt with her.
He's spent such few months with you, nothing like the years he did with Yura, but you find yourself a space in his heart way bigger than he's ever let anyone have. Yura was the only woman who has ever stayed past a single night in his life. There were many girls, many of them come and go. He wasn't interested. He barely is with anybody. Perhaps that's why it's so easy to distinguish love from infatuation and attraction.
He's attracted to Yura, incredibly so. Infatuation is a light word when he had no one to compare her to.
When you came, however, the distinction was clearer than the clearest of waters. One look and he could tell. He was never in love with Yura.
Yura made his heart beat, so fast, so good. But he never felt her anywhere that's outside of his bedroom. You make his heart pound. It was almost painful how your smile felt like his rib cages were bruising from beating too hard. When he closes his eyes and remembers the color of your eyes, the most beautiful of its shade he's ever seen, his skin is tingling with the memories of how you look at him. Your scent seems to be his most favorite thing in the world. He couldn't imagine someone could smell so simple but so good. It's like he's been looking for the way you fit around him his entire life when it was the first time he's ever held you in his arms.
He was never in love with Yura.
She walked outside one of the stores, paper bags hanging on her wrist as she walks over to him with a frown. "I finished buying the stuff I need." She stops, hesitating as she watches the look on his face. "Do you want to grab some coffee?"
Oh. He would. He'd grab coffee with her and get you food. Maybe some bagels and your favorite variation of iced coffee. Perhaps you'd like cheesecake too. You always mentioned it to him. He thought it was endearing how your eyes lit up. It was one of the many things he loves about you.
"Sure," he grabs the paper bag from her, leaving her behind as he walks over to unlock his car. She hooked her arms around his after catching up with a light run, one he shook off almost immediately.
He didn't want to be near her for multiple reasons.
One, he at least respected Sakusa's relationship with her enough to not let her get too close to her ex-friends-with-benefits. Two, he simply didn't want her to. Three, he wasn't in love with her. Neither does he like her enough to feel anything about it.
No.
It was always you.
The house was a lot more boisterous when he came in. The others seem to have returned home and are preoccupied with their respective hobbies. He asked Yura to go on ahead of him, he trusted her to give her boyfriend a good enough alibi. He didn't want to be caught in between their relationship and give Sakusa a reason to worry.
He had nothing to worry about.
It was a little later when they arrived. The line in the café was long but he was at least thankful that she stopped attempting any small talks with him. She's known him long enough to be able to tell that he didn't want to start a conversation with her. Surely, she must also think there's a lot left to talk about but it failed to matter with Suna. They ended a year ago, back when he found out she's been going out with him, and there's no reason for him to bring any of what they used to be back—especially not with a taken woman.
He passed by Osamu in the living room, the grey-haired twin's eyes flying over to his fingers half-buried in his pocket—possibly looking for the silver band on his finger. He wouldn't find it. Not this time. When their eyes meet, Osamu's eyes are filled with an emotion he couldn't exactly distinguish. But if he could guess, it was probably relief.
Nudging the door with his foot, his chest tightens at the sight of you curled up on the bed. Your eyes are shut tight and a crease on your forehead disrupts your usually peaceful features. Setting the paper bag of food down the bedside table, he sits on the edge of the bed—brushing the hairs away from your face and stroking your cheeks with his knuckles.
The coldness of his fingers jolts you awake, your eyes slowly adjusting to the faint light in the room. You could feel the difficulty in opening them, your eyes feel swollen and moist—a result of crying yourself to sleep. Blinking a couple more times, a figure you expected to see stares back at you. A frown on his face as he continues stroking your skin—jaw tight as he takes in the appearance of your tear-streaked face.
"Hey," he begins slowly, hesitation clear as he dips down to press a kiss on your forehead. His lips stay there for a second, probably way longer than that, before he's slipping his fingers beneath your head and lifting you up gently.
"Hi," you let him pull you upwards, staring at his eyes.
He doesn't waste any time, pulling you to his chest as you feel your tears start to flow mercilessly. His strong arms cage you to himself, holding you firmly as you feel yourself start to shake against him.
Neither of you speaks for a period of time. No one wants to acknowledge the fact that what you had is either ending or going much deeper than both of you planned.
It was a battle of finding out what the other feels. Silence is the answer to the questioning hearts, begging to find out if it's heartbreak or reciprocation waiting for them at the other side. No one feels like breaking the silence first, saying the three words that could potentially make or break your whole relationship with each other. It was hard to tell. Maybe it's the past holding both of you back, maybe it's the fear. Perhaps being unloved the first time was the last straw and the anxiety of it happening again keeps both of your tongues tied.
So, no one says anything.
The trip ends in two days.
It's only a matter of time.
If you only had that much left with each other, you wouldn't take the risk of ruining what you had. This is enough. For now. When the day after tomorrow comes, you'd be forced to find out—maybe by then you'd be strong enough to accept whatever it is that awaits you.
"Sorry," he whispers for the nth time. He's cradling your head, pressing kisses to your hair. "I'm sorry. I'm an asshole. I'm sorry, baby."
He's so gentle when he says that, it extinguishes the anger that never existed in you in the first place. Being mad at him when he went with her was such an easy thing to imagine. You thought you'd be furious. Hell, anyone should be furious. But when you were actually in front of it, watching the scene unfold, looking at the way his eyes slowly go through all kinds of emotions at the sight of the ring on her necklace—you couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad. Not at all. Even as he abandons your plans. Even as he left you alone.
You had felt broken. It was terrible. Looking back at it now, you probably cried yourself to dehydration. Your throat feels dry, stretching over the flesh when you try to form coherent words to speak. The dried tears on your cheeks are hard to hide. Especially when they had been falling over and over following the same trail the first one had.
But, that was about all you felt about the situation.
People would probably think you're stupid. Maybe in some cases, they're right. But you couldn’t help it. It's cheesy to say. A lot of people would think it's inexcusable, yet you couldn’t help but agree with the fact that love turns you into a different person.
Had this happened months ago, you would've left him in a heartbeat. If this was any man other than him, you would've gone in a blink. However, it's happening now. And it's happening with him. Your heart hurt at the thought of letting the last few days pass away from him. There's so much desperation in you. It was ruining you but you couldn't run away from it.
It's easy for people to look at you and call you pathetic. Truthfully? If you weren’t where you are right now, you'd agree with them. But it doesn't matter. You wanted to forgive him. You'd forgive him tonight, tomorrow, the day after that. You'd keep doing it until you don't need to forgive him because he'd be gone from you. He'd slip through your fingers just as easily as he came. It's pathetic. Love makes you pathetic. Love makes you all kinds of things you didn’t want to be. All kinds of people you'd look at from a distance and scorn at any day. It's easy, isn't it? To do it, to believe that way, to have an idea of how one should act when you're not the one experiencing it.
They'd never understand how it consumes someone to watch the days go by, the clock ticking and eating away every single chance you have with someone you love. They'd never get how you'd gladly suffer the consequences of your actions, if it meant you'd see a genuine smile on his face. They wouldn't know what it's like to have the regret of setting up a whole plan that you didn’t know would be the very same thing that would tear you apart.
There are too many what-ifs. Too many of them. What if you didn’t come up to Suna Rintarō that day? What if you didn't want to break Yura and Omi apart? What if you were content? What if you weren’t in love with Suna?
All of them remain as they are.
'Cause right now, you’re here.
And there isn't much you can do about it.
"Wanna go out with me?" Suna mumbles in your ear, slowly pulling you away from him to look at your face. "Are you hungry? I'd take you out to dinner."
You don't have to think about it.
You'd say yes in a heartbeat.
No matter where, no matter when.
You have two days left to love him.
You would at least make it worth the while.
He's just like he was the past few days. Both of you tried to ignore the hanging tension in the air as much as you can. It's inevitable to completely act like it wasn’t there but you could at least try.
He's gentle. Gentler than he ever was with you. He held your hand so tightly, thumb smoothing over your knuckles as he drives you to a restaurant. He lets you pick the music, laughing as you struggle to connect the Bluetooth with your phone, and helps you with it. He smiled afterward, pulling you over the center console to press a kiss on your lips—as if he's proud of you.
His compliments never failed in giving you butterflies. He called you beautiful when you got dressed up the first time, gorgeous as he watched you walk to his car, stunning when he helped you down. He said you smelled great, your hair looks perfect, and your smile is amazing.
"You're so beautiful," he tells you across the table, while you're scooping mashed potatoes into your spoon. His voice makes you stop midway. "You're always beautiful."
"Thank you, Rin," you tell him with a smile, bashful and awkward as you bend your head down. "You told me countless times already."
"I need to keep telling you," he reasons, quickly and without a trace of bluff. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
That made you jump, eyes meeting his in a state of confusion. It hurt to push the next words out of your tongue, but you did it nonetheless. "More than her?"
He could tell who you were referring to. The fact that you're bringing her up on a dinner date made his throat tighten. "The most beautiful," he repeats, more sternly this time. "More than anyone."
"You too, Rin," you hold his stare, smile lightly stretching over your features. "More than anyone."
"And you make me happy," Suna's rambling. He knows he is. But your eyes are beautiful. And the night is calm. The food is great and the music of the restaurant is perfect. They push the thoughts right out of him. "You make me so happy I think of you when I fall asleep."
"Rin—"
He cuts you off, continuing. "And when I wake up. And when I'm not in bed. Every time."
"Rin," you feel your lips trembling. You felt so exposed. His words feel so raw. The conversation feels like it came out of nowhere but at the same time, it feels so right. Like if there was the perfect place, the perfect time, this would be it. "You too. You make me so happy."
"No, I hurt you," he says it as a matter of fact. "Over and over again and you forgive me. Hell, I'm an asshole. I do all kinds of questionable things and I fail to be someone who gives you what you deserve and you still forgive me. You're such a good person it's fucking driving me mad."
He's running a hand through his hair now. He feels agitated. There are so many things he wants to say and no idea how. He felt like confessing but the fear eats him up. The words die so quickly. The fire was put out too fast. He can't say it.
"I don't regret doing it."
"I know, princess," he reaches a hand out to you, covering your smaller ones with his. There was a smile in his tone, like he knows you'll say that. You are a good person no matter what, even if you shouldn't be at times.
"I—," you look away from him, eyes downcast and bottom lip pulled between your teeth. "I don't want you to go, Rin. That's why."
He feels like he's gonna break apart. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Please don't." You sound so small.
"I promise."
"Do you, really?" The hopeful look in your eyes, the fear in them—he swears he could feel himself losing breath by the second. He doesn’t want to see you cry.
And he's never been more sure of anything his entire life.
"Yes, princess. God, yes."
He sounds out of breath. Like he's chasing after something neither of you could see. It sounds like a confession. To you, to him. It feels like a declaration of feelings. It's another step closer. Another step closer until fear eats both of you up at the same time.
It's frustrating. Just confess, God. You wanted to tell yourself. He wanted to tell himself. Unknowingly to both sides, you both want to confess. So badly. Neither of you knows why it's so hard. Is it because you had two days left and there's no telling how fate might screw you up? Was there some type of uncertainty holding you back? You couldn’t tell. But you were scared. So was he.
You're both scared.
No, you're terrified.
Three little words feel so huge.
You're not sure you’re ready for the calamity it will bring.
You're never ready when it comes to Suna Rintarō, it seems.
Not for the I love you's or the sudden slam of Yura's body on Suna's chest the moment he turned the knob of a quiet cabin as you get home from dinner.
Her eyes are rimmed with red. She looks like she's been crying for at least a whole hour. Her fingers are fisting his shirt, Suna's clothes are stained and he's frozen in place. His arm hovers over her body, awkwardly pausing in the air as he tries to register the whole thing in his head.
Omi is nowhere to be found.
"Yura," Suna snaps to his senses, holding Yura's shoulders tightly and pushing her away from him to look at her face. Confusion is etched all over Suna's eyes and you can't stop the dread that settles in your stomach. "Why are you crying? What the hell happened?
She responds to him with more tears, a sob breaking out of her throat as she tries to hug him to her again. Suna shakes his head, firmly standing her up again with a hand on her shoulders. He lightly shakes her to her senses.
"Yura, what the fuck happened? Tell me for one second and stop crying," he looks over to you, seeing you frozen behind him. You watch the scene with such wide, nervous eyes. He knows you're getting a flashback from just a few hours ago.
He wants to tell you he won't leave you alone. Not this time. Not if he has a choice.
But Yura breaks into a louder sob, taking his attention from you before he could even open his mouth. She's mumbling incoherent words and Suna is starting to get frustrated. You hold on to the back of Suna's shirt, fisting it between your fingers as you start to hear the words before she'd even say them.
"For fuck's sake, Yura!" Suna raises his voice, desperate to get the answer out of her as he, too, hears the words before she says them clearly.
The world isn't so kind to him.
He feels like he could pass out and die from everything going on.
Then she says it, making him shut his eyes.
"Kiyoomi fucking broke up with me!" Yura screams so loudly, sobs accompanying her voice as she stomps on the ground frustratingly. She's pushing his now limp and loose hold on her shoulders to bury her face on his neck. "He broke up with me, okay?!"
Your fingers lose your hold on the fabric of Suna's shirt at the same time she falls on his body. It takes Suna a few beats, a second or two, before he's turning over to you with a mellow stare.
He wants to tell you. So badly.
No matter what happens from here, it would always be you.
But you're shaking your head before he could open his mouth.
"I'll see you later," you swallow thickly. Suna starts shaking his head, fingers attempting to reach your wrist but Yura pulls him back. You can see the refusal in his eyes. "I promise I'll see you later, Rin," you attempt a weak smile, eyes flying over to Yura's distraught figure. "She needs you right now."
"Wait for me?" He sounds defeated. Hell, he feels defeated.
He's so tired. He just wants to get the hell away from here and go to a much prettier place, a calmer place with you.
Away from all of this.
"Of course, Rin. I always will."
That was the last thing you said before you walked up the stairs to leave them alone.
summary. with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.
genre. heavy angst, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+
word count. 200k
fic warnings. mean!gojo, ooc, adultery/infidelity, profanity, explicit smut, violence, emotional trauma/physical abuse from past experiences, neglect, heavy family drama, illnesses, classism, pregnancy, undertones of masochism, undertones of manipulation, abandonment issues, overall toxic relationships, graphic depictions of self-harm, suicide/murder (and attempts thereof), minor character death, plot loosely based on twotm & tre. please read with proper discretion.
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general masterlist + fic art + playlist + gallery + faqs
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summary. after a viral pandemic wiped out half of the world’s population, a group of abandoned young adults embark on a life-threatening journey in hopes of finding a safe permanent home. unfortunately, for you and Rin, love is only a temporary option.
genre. heavy angst, unrequited love, post apocalypse au, 18+
fic warnings. explicit smut, profanity, gore, infectious diseases, zombies, usage of guns and other weapons, smoking, blood, killings, suicide, minor and major character death
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general masterlist + playlist + official art + group fanart + zuna
+ one + two + three + four + five + six + seven + eight + nine + ten + epilogue
a band alternative universe and their reaction when you THROW YOUR BRA ONSTAGE!
characters + various tokyorev characters.
notes + originally was just a headcanon for baji only and made it for most of the cast with suggestions from my mutuals! contains crack with suggestive :)
tagging + shoutout to @01-20-1992 @gem1nis @512ba for giving your hilarious thoughts with me! @xjland so i can elaborate more on the baji one <3
DOESN'T EVEN NOTICE AND ACCIDENTALLY STEPS ON IT
these folks are the ones who is perhaps too concentrated onstage or they are too naïve and foolish. if they find a bra sitting on the floor they would pretend to not see it anyhow. one time they actually didn't see and slides on it by mistake, the whole audience was laughing at them while they're simply there processing what happened.
+ shinichiro. takemichi. i don’t have to explain why is it only these two.
THROWS IT BACK TO YOU
they picked it up respectfully with one hand while the other waved their hand signaling no. "thank you, but i don't need this," they say as they throw it to the audience again. they were tense and didn't understand why the female fans continued doing it to them, but witnessing their reaction to the bra is really adorable, i won't lie.
an uneasy smile was created before picking it up with trembling hands. their face was flushed with the sight of an actual undergarment being flung at them. "guys, come on," they whine as they hesitantly presents it to everyone within the arena. If they see you throwing the bra, they will confirm with "is this yours?" but don't worry, they'll keep it for personal reasons.
+ chifuyu. kazutora. naoto. inui.
KICKS IT OFFSTAGE
meanies who don't care about the bras and undies hurled at them while the other members are having the time of their life. they would immediately kick it off stage with one leg if they saw it resting on the floor and they either had a dissatisfied expression on their face or just did not react at all when dumping it.
now, hear me out: these men i'm about to name were EXPECTING these things to happen. they kept their guards on the look out, and when they noticed something flying towards them, their hands were as quick as lightning to take it up. strive to collect as many as possible, and at the end of the concert they will show you their whole collection—imagine opening their arms and finding two palms full of undergarments.
+ ran. hanma. baji. kokonoi. nahoya.
PICKS IT UP AND JUST LAUGH IT OFF
when they notice something, they immediately point their finger at it and pick it up. they are laughing heartily as they show it off to the other members. "this is way too hilarious, man,” they ask the entire audience as they set it at the rear of the stage or carry it for a bit before handing it over to security.
STARES AT IT AND CONTEMPLATING WHETHER TO TAKE IT OR NOT
they are simply standing there with a flushed smile and mentally chuckling for one second, five seconds, then ten seconds. too ashamed to pick it up, but it's not illegal to take those as well, right? after all, it was for them. will swiftly steal it when he believes no one is watching, ignoring the fact that all eyes are on him.
HANGS IT ON THEIR MIC AND POCKET OR WEARS IT AND RUN AROUND THE STAGE
the group's INSANE members. they will go crazy if their naked eyes are placed on the bras and panties on the ground. some of them will sniff it and comment on how it smells. some of them may wander about the venue, flinging your bra up in the air like a damn helicopter, throwing it up and down, and possibly wearing it and acting seductive. they have so little shame it's embarrassing.
+ hanma. nahoya. i can proudly say these are the only two who are capable on doing this.
PICKS IT UP CONFIDENTLY AND FLIRTS WITH YOU
"oh, look at this gorgeous one," they exclaim as they inspect your lovely bra. will most likely smile and flirt at you nonstop, and will almost certainly get you wet in the moment. i can picture them toying with your bra, lightly stroking it as if it were your boobs they were touching. oh, and they kiss it a couple of times.
+ takeomi. ran. wakasa. kokonoi. baji.
FLINCH
in a word, they're terrified. they'll recoil and back away as soon as it's tossed at them. stops for a little period before continuing on with what they were intended to perform picks it up or simply leaves it there for the other members to play with. just don't do that again since you'll give them a panic attack.
+ f!reader. royal!au. rebel!au. enemies-to-lovers. romance. heavy angst. fluff. slow burn. character deaths. eventual smut. ooc!manjiro i write him the way i want to idc.
+ this chapter contains blood, slight gore, and smut: fellatio, unprotected, feral!manjiro. huge thanks to @/lovesakusa — i’ve read the odyssey and it inspired me so much i sprinted to my notes app. you guys should read it, too! you’ll not regret it <3! and to @/512ba for helping me decide whether i should include the smut <3! + sorry for the vvv late update, i was experiencing a slight mental health decline / insecurity and all that + i had to deal with two research and other stuff. nonetheless, i hope you’ll have fun reading this chapter! endless thanks for the feedback + memes + asks last update! 11600+ word count and this isn’t proofread. xx
+ playlist. | masterlist.
CHAPTER TWELVE: SOMEONE TO BLAME.
Jasmines were in full-bloom that night. The moon, enormous and dazzling like a lantern in the heavens, cast a soothing glow in Elorus. The Jade Sea’s saline caress enveloped the Capital as a crisp wind blew in from the North.
Queen Ylan embraced herself as she gazed out over the vastness of the ocean. The wind reminded her of the North— of home. And of Myrefall, the white forest, as the first snow begins to dust the leafless branches.
During winters, the North would become a sheet of white land. Unforgivingly cold that hearths must be kept alive at all times. Despite the cruel winters, it was home. Her home before she traveled south to partake in the Four Trials. Her home before she was proclaimed queen.
Cheeks flushed, lips chapped, fingers numbed from the cold, Ylan would run through the woods with her sisters. They would amuse themselves by throwing snowballs at each other. Knit sweaters by the fireplace while exchanging stories from the myth which were first told by their bonnes. Stories that she had told and passed down to her children: Shinichiro, Manjiro, and Emma.
Certainly, not one place could rival the Capital’s beauty. From the serpentine alleyways, colorful stalls, and to the towering pillars of the temples, it buzzed with life and was painted with beauty. One would never want to leave. However, it was not the North. It was not home.
The North had its beauty, too. Instead of the Night of Clea, there was the Dawn of Vedona— the winter goddess. And her day was the first dawn of winter. Everyone would wake up at the twelfth bell to pray for an agreeable winter before celebrating with endless banquets and wine.
I REACHED THE TAG LIMIT SO MORE THOUGHTS UNDER THE CUT :>
NOT DRAKEN SUDDENLY APPEARING??? 😭😭😭 MAN WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN OMG AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN AVEN IS SAFE 😭 i badly need some answers bc my head is about to explode bc of all the questions i have LIKE WHERE DID HE GO??? WTF HAPPENED TO HIM???? WHAT IS HIS PLAIN??? DID HE MEET WITH THE OTHER ADVARI MEMBERS OR IS HE ACTING ON HIS OWN???
but moving on, pls what happened to aven will flip the shit out of manjiro i just know that if he ever find out what happened to aven and how she’s taken away HE’LL FLIP THE FUCK OUT!!! dark impulse will come right in i can feel it AAAAAHHHHH HUNTER I LOVE YOU AND I OWE YOU MY LIFE FOR THIS <333 such a beautiful chapter my heart clenched im not lying… ilysm and i cant wait to read the next one!!! :>
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