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⭬ IT'S GAME DAY | Kuroo Tetsuro
⭬ [7:24 PM] | Suna Rintaro
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you’re on a mission to buy something for jinu.
the market stretched wide before you, a puzzle of stalls and shopfronts spilling over with color. you pushed through the crowd slowly, eyes skimming each display until something caught. you hadn’t decided on what to buy yet, but jinu’s voice lingered in your mind, as if leaving crumbs that will lead you to his preferences.
a gold chain necklace gleamed under the sun. you reached out, then hesitated.
“i’m not really that keen on jewelry. too fussy.”
you moved on.
a rack of jackets caught your eye, bright splashes of orange and teal standing out like flags. you tugged one off the hanger, considering.
“maybe something that’s not too bright. kinda makes me feel like i’m trying too hard.”
you slipped it back, your lips pressing together.
a leather belt with a thick buckle hung heavy in another display. you brushed your fingers over it, weighing the quality.
“chunky things suffocate. i’d like something simple.”
you exhaled then stepped away. as you wove deeper into the crowd, a narrow shop window drew you in. it displayed a handwoven scarf in a muted terracotta shade with fine gold thread stitched along the edges.
inside, you asked to see it closer. the fabric was soft under your fingers when you brushed it. you pictured it draped around jinu’s neck, the color grounding him, the shimmer catching just enough light when he turned his head. it looked like him. it felt like him.
the clerk wrapped it neatly when you asked, folding the scarf into a black box and tying it off with a thin ribbon.
when you stepped back onto the busy street, the bag light in your hand, you found yourself smiling faintly. it felt like the perfect gift. exactly the sort of thing he would pick out himself, maybe even remind him of you.
when you reached jinu’s front door, your foot wouldn’t stop tapping. your nails pressed half-moons into your palms as you stared at the neat little bag.
jinu was bright and welcoming as he let you in, his mouth curving into a smile.
“hey, you’re early.”
“i—yeah. i was excited,” you said before you could stop yourself. you held out the bag carefully, as though the scarf inside was too fragile for anything less.
he accepted it with a laugh, shaking his head. “you didn’t have to.”
“of course i did,” you replied.
jinu slid the ribbon free, the box opening with a quiet sigh. the scarf unfolded in his hands, the terracotta catching the glow of the bright lights, the gold thread glinting just so.
and there it was. that damn smile. he was talking — blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff — but none of it mattered. all you could see was the curve of his mouth, the shine in his bright brown eyes, the way his whole face softened and lit up and how handsome he looked in this light and—
you’re snatched out of your daydreaming as he pulled you into a hug. his chin brushed the top of your head, his voice low against your hair.
“this is perfect. thank you.”
this was it. this was the jinu who tugged at the strings of your heart. he was always gentle in ways that slipped past defenses and made it impossible not to like him. he always made you want more than you were allowed. his words warmed you, and for a breath you almost let yourself believe in that warmth.
he stepped back, eyes still soft, smile widening.
“rumi’s going to love this.”
and there it was. the reminder that landed like a stone. the truth you’d known all along but still hollowed your chest out.
jinu carefully folded the scarf back into its box, already rehearsing how he’d hand it to her: the phrasing, the smile, the little pause before he said the things you’ve always wanted to confess to him. you watched that rehearsal play across his face, and smiled because that was easier than saying the thing swelling in your throat.
“jeez, i don’t even know what i’d do without you,” jinu said, nudging your shoulder with a laugh. “half the reason things are going well with her is because of you.”
you smiled, brittle and practiced and small. “what can i say? i have good taste.”
“yeah.” he grinned. “i’m lucky you’re my best friend.”
Tumblr is supposed to be my escape from reality what is this
Who the hell says "We have to give a shout out to huntrix, we couldn't have done it without their support. And to our fans, thank you. We really feed off your energy" in the movie.
It doesn't sound like romance, jinu, or abby.
Unless I'm trippin
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If I ever fucking play peacemaker again im gonna fuckkng freak out
i wanna get new headphones
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We love a queen who knows what she wants and gets what she wants
i like how when the girls discovered Rumi's patterns they were more upset ab the lying and less ab the demon thing.
It’s no spend Thursday and I’m dreaming about a Red Bull infusion
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Almost lost a finger to some sanity wipes 💔
Hii!! I was wondering if you could do a Mystery x fem!reader? Kind of a silly one shot request but I had the idea of it being like a gamer reader and Mystery secretly being really good at gaming? The reader rages completely at a game and gives up, then the next time she opens the game back up, the part she was struggling with she's passed. She's super confused because she knows she never did it but ignores it and continues on only to get to another hard part, but before she ends up turning the game off again Mystery takes the controller and gets through it. (I hope I didn't overdo it or anything, just a cute fluff one shot and you can take creative liberty with anything else)
ready player two
pairing: fem!reader x mystery tags: fluff, established relationship, gamer rage summary: The game felt endless. You have tried different skill combos, different attack patterns, you even changed the way you aggressively smash the buttons, but you just couldn’t move forward. Until Mystery decided to help you.
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The boss fight had been mocking you for hours. Fireballs, spinning blades, and a health bar that just wouldn’t quit. You had snacks scattered across the desk, an empty cup of iced coffee, and the beginnings of a headache pressing at your temples.
“Are you kidding me?!” you screeched as your character crumpled into pixels for the nth time. “This game is actually rigged. Whoever designed this should be tried in court.”
From the bed, Mystery hummed. He was lounging with a book in hand, his long legs stretched out comfortably, looking utterly unbothered by your meltdown. His expression didn’t waver, but you swore he was hiding a smile.
With a dramatic groan, you tossed the controller aside and collapsed onto the floor. “I’m done. I’m actually done. Goodbye cruel game, you win.”
“Mmm,” Mystery murmured, turning a page.
You didn’t touch the console again until the next day. But when you reopened the game, you froze.
“What...?”
The impossible boss — the one that had drained every ounce of your sanity — was already cleared. Your character stood safe on the next level’s platform, loot glittering in your inventory.
“WHAT?!” you yelped. “I didn’t—how did—did my game glitch?”
From the corner of your eye, you caught it: the smallest curve at Mystery’s lips as he sipped from his coffee.
“Weird,” you muttered, frowning at the screen. “Whatever. I’ll take it.”
Hours later, you were knee-deep in another nightmare section — lava pits, too-perfect jumps, enemies ambushing at every corner. Your character died once. Twice. A third time.
You groaned, clutching your controller like it had personally wronged you. “I swear, if I die one more time, I’m uninstalling. This game isn’t worth the hair I’m losing.”
Before you could rage quit, a warm hand slid over yours. Mystery gently pried the controller from your grip and sank onto the couch beside you.
“Love?” you blinked.
He didn’t answer. His stayed glued to the screen, calm and intent, fingers moving over the buttons with effortless precision. He dodged enemies like he knew where they’d appear, landed impossible jumps on the first try, and strung together perfect combos.
Your jaw dropped as he cleared the section in a single run, barely even scratched.
“You—what—how did you—” you stammered.
“Patience,” Mystery said softly, returning the controller like nothing had happened.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’ve done this before. You’ve been doing this, haven’t you? Was it you who beat that boss yesterday?”
The tiniest smile tugged at his mouth. Not quite a confession, but close enough.
“Myst!” you nudged him in the shoulder, half scandalized, half amazed. “You’ve been sneaking into my save file? That’s cheating!”
His gaze softened as it flicked toward you. “You were frustrated,” he said quietly. “I don’t like seeing you upset.”
Your protest fizzled instantly. The heat rushed to your face. “That’s—ugh, that’s not fair. You can’t be sweet about it.”
Finally, a quiet laugh slipped past his lips — warm, low, and rare. It made your heart flutter.
“You should thank me,” he teased gently.
You huffed, snatching your controller back, though you couldn’t stop your smile. “Fine. But only if you’re my official Player Two from now on.”
His eyes softened in that subtle, secret way they did when he was fond of you, and he leaned back against the couch.
“Deal,” he murmured.
The next evening, when you sat down to play again, something was different.
Your console booted up, the game loaded. But instead of your usual save file, the menu hovered over an option you swore you hadn’t created.
“New Game. Two Players?” you read aloud, blinking.
Mystery sat beside you cross-legged on the floor this time with a second controller already in hand, tilting his head ever so slightly.
“You said I’m your Player Two. I thought you might enjoy the game more with company.”
Your heart did a weird flip.
“You set up a co-op run?” you asked, grinning despite yourself.
“Mmm.” His calm gaze lingered on you. “This way, you don’t have to get frustrated alone.”
Warmth bloomed in your chest as you grabbed your own controller.
When the game started, you noticed he didn’t race ahead, didn’t try to show off. Instead, he stayed close to your character, letting you take the lead, offering quiet little tips whenever you stumbled. And when you failed — because you still did, often — he never sighed or teased. He just smiled faintly, revived your character, and kept going like it was no big deal.
When you cleared the stage together, Mystery glanced at you, that rare, soft smile spreading a little wider.
“See?” he murmured, eyes soft in that quiet way of his. “Better as two.”
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has anyone noticed that the demon patterns are more prominent in some of the saja boys than others?
I particularly noticed this in "Free" when you compare Rumi's patterns to Jinu's. I then went down a rabbit hole.
Jinu has the most.
I have a theory that's because he possesses the most guilt for his deal- that's why gwi-ma is more tolerable of him than other demons bc he's visibly easier to manipulate to gwi-ma.
Literally how the FUCK do u use Tumblr on a phone I feel like a grandma
I figured it out.
IT'S GAME DAY
kuroo loves when you come to his games
he always hopes to see you there whenever he 'sneakily' glances to the stands
howeverrrrr,
this man never outright asks you
cause he's a pussy. basically.
so instead he'll heavily hint at it.
talk about how his practices were just a few days before game day
"everyone's so hyped for this match!"
"it'll be the best one yet!"
he'd show off his jersey
"youd look so good in it"
flex his team captain responsibilities and his volleyball skills. obv
talk about a new play theyd been practicing
how excited he was to use it in this game
he'd force you to watch volleyball vids with him of the opposing team they're going up against.
nerd out while explaining the plays they're doing, calling out their faults adn whatnot
"we're going to crush them"
but neverrrrrr ask
you werent dumb though
who were you to say no?
you loved his games just as much he did
the excitement, the spirit, him
it didnt matter to him if he won or lost, watching him play was mesmerizing
AND
you got to watch his cute little rituals as he evades directly asking you to come to his games
you loved it
why stop?
I AM GOING TO CLEAR OUT MY DRAFTS. IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN. IT's BEEN 4 YEARS IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN
Literally how the FUCK do u use Tumblr on a phone I feel like a grandma
BARKBARKVARKBAARKBKARKROFOWOOFWOFOWOROROFROOFGRGGRRRRRGRRR
THIS SCENE ISNT TALKED AB ENOUGH AND IT UPSETS ME.
[7:24 PM]
Your boyfriend stayed in a starfish position, taking comfort in the floor of your bedroom. You weren't sure why he found it comfortable in the first place. It was a cheap dorm carpet. Or why he hadn't said a word for the past hour even though he promised not to fall asleep. That usually meant he was asleep.
It had become a habit 10 minutes ago to sneak a glance at him every five seconds, completely halting your studies. But he hadn't moved, much to your dismay.
"Rintaro?"
"Hm?"
"So you are awake."
"Have been."
"I dunno," You say, turning your body so you could give him your attention, "Seemed pretty dead to me."
He gave a small laugh, adjusting his position so he was now on his side facing you. His eyes were still closed but you knew he was giving you his attention.
"You know you should probably get up from the dirty, scratchy, uncomfortable floor."
"Nah, I'm comfy."
"Rin, baby, get up."
"Babying me gets you nowhere." His face scrunched, shaking his head in a form of disapproval. "Tsk, tsk, thought you knew better."
"Awe." You dramatically pouted before going into a fit of giggles.
"No."
"You sure?"
"Go away."
"This is my dorm."
"Our dorm." He so kindly corrected.
Your eyes narrowed at him, a small sigh leaving your lips. Begrudgingly, you got up and toppled onto him. He let out a harsh grunt but didn't do anything about it. Instead his eyes locked onto you, half closed paired with a small smirk on his face. There was a moment of silence as he looked over your features, "You look so beautiful baby." His eyes adored you. His voice was nothing but sincere.
Oh.
You could feel your face heat up. It was hot, and uncomfortable. Your heart melted and you felt weak. You almost let out a whimper at how he was looking at you, "Rin..."
He chuckled at you, carefully moving your hair out of your face, "What? You do." He adjusted himself and you, moving you so you were on the ground with him. He was laying on his side, so he could face you. He plopped a kiss on your forehead and sighed. "I can't wait to be able to do this in our bed. In our own home."
You smiled, "What do you mean? You said it was our dorm correct? Doesn't that mean we have a bed?"
He hummed. His eyes closed, pondering, "Mmm nah. We don't have a cat. Or framed pictures on the wall of our big family. With our big, luxurious bedroom."
"You dream big huh." You too closed your eyes, pondering your future with him.
"Indeed I do."
"Well, Suna Rintarou, let's focus on graduating first, making our little memories, in my little dorm until I get a little ring on my finger." You intertwined your hands with his. His fingers were long, hardened from volleyball. But they held your hand so delicately. They felt so soft, so gentle, so loving. He was so loving. Suna Rintaro loved you.
He kissed your ring finger, "Don't worry baby. I promise to have a big, fabulous, shiny ring on your finger so everyone can know you're my beautiful, glowing, and angelic lover." He meant every word, you knew that, but you could also see the goofy smile that adorned his face.
"You are so corny." You giggled. He kissed your face.
He got up, taking you with him, "Yeah, yeah. Let's go cuddle in our bed."
"Okay. I'm still taking all my blankets though."
"We'll see about that."
