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pairing: Suna Rintarou x gn!reader
genre: fluff ; comfort
warnings:Â none
betas: unbeta'd
a/n: this is a repost
wc: 1k
Even with clear directions from your best friend, he still has some difficulties with finding you. Most probably because itâs dark already, and youâre somewhere in the middle of a park. Itâs not far from your apartment, but Suna still thinks he might have beaten his own record in getting there.
His steps lead him towards the swings you two loved spending your time at during high school years, but youâre not there. Not on the swings, not on the slide, not even on one of the benches inside the fenced playground. Luckily itâs silent, the rather chilly weather effectively discourages people from leaving their warm four walls.
Luckily itâs silent, because he can hear the lively chatter of your friends and walks where heâs sure the source is. Suna finds the group a few steps away from the main alley, under a huge tree, and greets them before coming closer to make himself known.
âThanks for the call,â he nods with hands buried in his pockets. âAnd for staying with them. Iâll take it from here.â
âYou sure you donât need help?â
The man glances at you curled up on a cold grass and then quickly looks around the friends surrounding you dressed in clothes that might have been appropriate for the afternoon, but much less for an evening like this.
âYeah, Iâm good. Get home before you catch a cold.â
Thereâs laughter in response right before the good-nights and good-lucks, and let-us-know-if-you-need-anythings, but Suna barely pays any attention to it. He focuses on you, eyes scanning for any sign of discomfort even though he knows itâs the only thing you feel at the moment.
He crouches down and brushes your hair away from your face.
âHi baby, itâs me. Let me take you home, yeah?â
His voice is quiet and gentle, but still enough to make you aware of his presence; your eyes move towards him and you blink slowlyâaction he takes as an agreement.
One arm slides under your knees, another behind your back and under your arm, and then youâre being lifted from the cold ground. Your head instinctively leans on Sunaâs shoulder; heâs so warm and youâre so tired, and it feels as if you could fall asleep right there and then.
Your boyfriend carries you back to your shared apartment, and suddenly youâre overflowed with guilt. Heâs too good for you. Too kind, too loving, too supporting. It was supposed to be a fun night, both for you and him even if separately, but here you are, defeated by the feeling of impending doom. And here he is, dragged out of the comfort and into the dark, carrying your weight like itâs nothing.
Absorbed in your thoughts, you donât notice when you reach the familiar door until the man asks if you can stand on your own for a second. I can try, you think so you nod, and your feet indeed touch the floor but a strong arm still supports and embraces you tight.
The lock clicks and the door opens; Suna gently nudges you inside and into the bathroom, where he sits you on a tiny stool always kept by the bathtub. The fixture is filled with warm water while the man removes your clothes and make-up, and helps you get inside.
He lets you soak for a moment and your thoughts untangle, before grabbing your favourite shampoo. His fingertips massage your scalp in slow linear motions, sending tingles to your still numb limbs. With each move you feel the darkness dissipate a little, making it easier to breathe in the steamy air.
The touch disappears for a second and comes again on the skin on your faceâtiny circles blooming with foamâremoving the leftovers of the outing. It tickles like soft feathers and itâs not difficult to imagine this is what it is, even if for now theyâre only in black and white.
You canât tell if itâs been a minute or an hour, or even a whole eternity, before the hands move to the rest of your body. Theyâre rubbing at your muscles and joints, easing the tension with each squeeze.
Suna sees the expression on your face changeâfrom the one of a painful indifference into the relaxed softness, and he wouldnât make you move if not for a risk of you dozing off in the tub. He rinses the soap from your skin and hair, and wraps you in a fluffy towel on your way out.
Again, youâre seated on the stool, only this time with Suna behind you. As gently as he can, he brushes your hair, watching your reflection in the mirror closely for any sign of pain. But even if you felt any, you wouldnât dare to show it with how tenderly heâs taking care of you.
However, thereâs so much love in his gestures, in his touches, in his irises, so much more than you think you deserve, that the tears pool under your lids. They flow down your cheeks but Suna doesnât say anythingâhe knows not to say anythingâand lifts you silently to move you to the bedroom, where he dresses you in your favourite pyjamas.
Suna Rintarou is not a man of words; he doesnât know how to describe the feelings swarming in his heart, doesnât know how to name them. But he doesnât need to, because his actions speak louder than any words ever could; they tell you everything you need to know and more.
So, wrapped tightly in the arms of the man that you love and who loves you, breathing in the scent that means safety and peace, you hide your face in the crook of his neck. And your hands shyly embracing him back tell him everything he needs to know.
âIâm home.â
@hanayanetwork @haikyuunerd (tagging you since you reblogged but I reposted)
Thank you so much to @meiansmistress for these ADORABLE Akaashi thoughts!! ily and don't know what i'd do without you â„
Akaashi doesn't hesitate to take parental leave to help out for when the little one comes home. He's there by your side, doing everything he can to make it easier for you (without being overbearing!). He says "it's the least he can do when you and his little one add so much sparkle to his life"
When he's working from home, he'll put baby into a carrier and melts when he feels their little hands on his back or hears them coo as he works away on the computer or if he's on the phone with clients
BOOKS. ALL THE BOOKS. His bookshelf that was full of old books, classics, first prints now has a dedicated area FULL off baby books and fairy tales
He teaches the joys of reading, the wonder and magic that lives between pages. He reads every night (and only sometimes gets carried away, not paying attention to the time), reading with gusto, does all the voices and will make excuses like "well, that chapter ended on a cliffhanger, we better continue" and you can't help but smile at him as you rock the little one in your arms, listening to him and his passion
As your little one grows older, you listen to Akaashi and your little one from the doorway telling outlandish tales back and forth, hearing with a little huff
"Daddy! The Princess was ALWAYS a mermaid"
"That's not possible honey, she would need-" Akaashi responds lightly only to be cut off by a stubborn little voice.
"Nuh-uh! It is because I'm a writer just like Daddy and I said so!"
He doesn't correct them and listens intently as their story world unfolds, his heart so full of joy and pride that they love the written word as much as he does
When he goes back to the office and needs to work late and comes home exhausted, you let him rest and wash up while heating up dinner and talk about his day, only to see him leaning over your child's bed and kissing their forehead before he starts anything else
maybe its time for another Akaashi babie â„
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tag list: Taglist:â @meiansmistress @xmyshya @anime-nymph @chicoree @vivianvampyric again, as always, I don't have a form for tags list, but if you want to be tagged on anything feel free to send me an ask! â„
PAIRING : Suna RintarĆ x Reader. Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader.
GENRE : Angst.
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 RintarĆ
There's still epilogue to come but I just wanna say that this was one of the best series I've ever read. The pain, the tears, the longing, everything. It was all so perfect. And with a perfect ending.
Thank you for writing this, and for sharing this story with us. Thank you.
Congratulations on your double milestone!!!! Hope you're having a great day! đ
Could I have a moodboard for either Atsumu or Suna and colour blue? You can choose either one of them, whichever you find easier/more interesting/idk. I love them both a lot and ahhhhhhhhhh yeah.
So about other stuff... INFP, rather strongly introverted but also love people I'm close to and would do anything for them. Rather romantic? Warm and touchy with loved ones. I try to be cheerful. I love indie rock music lately, love concerts and festivals, spring, books, games, movies, food, cuddles, and a lot other stuff. What do I dislike... sports and moving too much đ€Ł but I do love walks. And I do not like summer and heat.
Hello Hello and welcome to another Anilysium Server Collab!
Weâre doings something a little different this time! Instead of the two separate collabs, we have both sfw and nsfw in one place, and we have a broad theme of Confessions!
We also provided some prompts that were optional for people to use, so now our creators had the freedom to run with their own ideas or use our prompt wheel to give them something a little more specific, and weâre gonna see how it goes! If youâd like to see some of our previous collabs, please check the masterpost here!Â
When does this collab go live? Monday 28th of February at Midnight GMT
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PLEASE NOTE! ** Next to the character means NSFW, and *** means DARK CONTENT! PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS THAT THE CREATORS HAVE GIVEN!
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pairing: Suna Rintarou x gn!reader
genre: fluff
warnings:Â none
betas: @lemonadencran thank you so much đ
a/n: Fic is part of the Anilysium Confessions collab! You can find the masterlist here
wc: 1k
Movies are unrealistic, Suna Rintarou thinks; it has nothing to do with the movie currently being displayed on the screen though, even if there are superpowers involved (no matter how much he wishes to have those). As a grown man he knows they are a work of fiction and doesnât question it, so no, itâs not about the superheroes.
Itâs not about the horrors eitherâSuna doesnât believe in monsters (the worst kind of monsters are people anyway), not in zombies, not in ghosts, not really in oni or youkai. The world is dark and evil as is, it doesnât need anything supernatural to make it scary for many.
Actually, it doesnât concern anything super-something, no, because those are obviously against the laws of nature, or physics, or whatever.
The biggest surprise (or maybe disappointment), he thinks, is the depiction of love. Heâs been fed with images of grand feelings and even greater gesturesâof departures and rushing to the airport, of dancing and kissing in the rain, of speeches and confessions at promsâbut thereâs nothing of the sort.
Sure, he has dated before, but none of his relationships lasted for long; they had always left saying he was too detached, heartless even. And back then he thought it was trueâafter all his only response was a shrug and a quiet ââkayââhe was never heartbroken, never fell into despair, never felt the pang in his chest. Maybe Iâm just incapable of loving, he thought.
But now, being 25 and having met so many different kinds of people, Suna realises it isnât true. Because here he is sitting on your couch, with your feet in his lap, and he glances at you crying for the hundredth time at the aftermath of Thanosâ snap. He thinks youâre soft and kindâitâs not frustrating, despite the many times heâs teased you about being a cry-baby with a flick on your forehead.
Still looking at you, he wonders when exactly he started having feelings deeper than just friendship, but he doesnât know. Thereâs never been a moment of a great enlightenment, of a realisation striking him like a lightning bolt. Which is why it took him so long; he canât help but think of himself as a frog being boiledâon a gradually increased flameâwhich doesnât notice the situation itâs in until itâs too late.
Even after all these years youâve known each other, itâs still fun to be around you. Itâs incredibly easy to agitate you but you always bark back. Your sense of humour is just as wicked as his, and you both love the disgusted faces of people around while youâre hiccuping from laughter. You never push him, yet he always ends up spilling his secrets and thoughts, and worries, and you always listen with just a hum of acknowledgement, only to point out a detail heâs been missing.
Thatâs whyâit being a sole reason as heâs always claimedâyouâve been his priority. Heâs always asked you first to accompany him to some event bringing the disapproval of his then-partners, cancelled who knows how many dates because you needed help (even if you didnât ask him to), and insisted on your participation in âhigh school boys reunion nights.â Over the years itâs been happening more and more frequently, until it became as natural as breathing.
Suna has never felt his heart acheânot even when it comes to youâeven though he has missed you. But you were always just a phone call away in these cases, which he has made use of, despite god knowing how much he hates doing that.
Once, he recalls, you named him a catâto which he proudly responded with âa fox! Not a cat!â but he supposes you were right. Heâs always needed a great deal of alone time to recharge, coming back when he craved human interactionâjust like a catâand youâlike a cat personâdonât seem to mind. Paradoxically, this is what kept him craving it more; your welcoming smile shone brighter than the sun itself, and filled him with indescribable warmth.
His eyes drop to his hands resting on your calves; the conjunction of skin radiates so much heat that Suna feels it in his chest and on his cheeks. He likes itâthe softness under his fingersâand how it blooms with goosebumps following their movement. Itâs really tempting to keep drawing patterns that would go up to your thighs andâif heâs luckyâmaybe even higher.
What wouldnât he give to be the one allowed to caress you like this, to leave trails of those tiny bumps and then kiss it âbetterâ. He wonders if your skin would leave the same taste on his tongue as your nameâsweet and refreshingâthough heâs quite sure it would be addictive. The olive eyes move up, following a mental path of his mouth, and stop at your lips. Theyâre so compelling, and he can barely stop himself from kissing them like a madman.
âRin?â
Your voice brings him back to the here and now, stripped of any what-ifs, and your eyes are exactly on his. Suna hums.
âYouâre staring at me.â
âAm I?â Play it cool, play it cool.
âYeah, you are. What are you thinking about?â
He cannot play it cool. Not when you look so amused and concerned, and so relaxed in his presence. Not when youâre splayed out on your couch in your dimly lit living room, with his hands on your calves. Not when you feel so warm and soft, and almost expectant.
He cannot play it cool, and he cannot bear your gaze. Suna lets his body fall behind yoursâhis face hidden in your hair and arm thrown over your waist. You tense.
âI think I love you.â
Your body relaxes with a long exhale, and then you laugh,
âTook you long enough, dumbass.â
Suna should feel insulted, maybe surprised that youâve known, maybe disappointed that youâve never acted on it. But he canât, because you turn to face him and kiss him softly and tenderly, as if youâve been waiting years to do this and youâre scared to shatter this moment. He kisses you back, just as softly and tenderly.
And no, your lips donât leave the same taste as your name.
Hello Hello and welcome to another Anilysium Server Collab!
Weâre doings something a little different this time! Instead of the two separate collabs, we have both sfw and nsfw in one place, and we have a broad theme of Confessions!
We also provided some prompts that were optional for people to use, so now our creators had the freedom to run with their own ideas or use our prompt wheel to give them something a little more specific, and weâre gonna see how it goes! If youâd like to see some of our previous collabs, please check the masterpost here!Â
When does this collab go live? Monday 28th of February at Midnight GMT
For all the tankies and misguided âleftistsâ who somehow think that backing Putin is the way to show how âpureâ their âcommunismâ isâTHIS is how you do it. THIS is how you rise up. These Russian protesters arenât talking shit, while hiding behind a keyboard, in the safety of a country thatâs safely not being invaded. These Russian citizens are openly protesting Putinâs war and their own government. They are putting it all on the line and literally risking everything to protest Putinâs imperialism. They are showing solidarity with the people of Ukraine.
