I Just Decided To Join In Lol Here's Me

i think bakugou is the type of father to push his kids to be social as soon as they can walk and talk. he was blessed with a little boy that definitely isn’t the loudest or most outspoken, would rather cling to his leg and hide when faced with other people. he never thought his baby would be… well… such a baby. but one step at a time never hurt anybody.

so it’s after nursery and he’s just doing a quick shop, bending down to his little man to ask, “you know that lady over there, she works here.” he points a finger in the direction of a woman stacking shelves in a polo top. his son nods, eyes wide.

“i need you —politely with your big boy manners— to ask her where the protein powder is.”

now the wide eyes were directed to him, gripping onto two of katsuki’s big fingers as he rises to his full height.

“can you do that for me, little man? i’m not sure where it is.”

and his son stares at him stunned, the shape of his eyes are yours, with red ruby pupils like his. it looks like he just asked him to shoot a man and bakugou almost wants to laugh before he feels the grip on his fingers tighten. he feels his heart skip a beat.

so he bends down again. “d’you wanna practice?”

and his son nods timidly, placing his other little hand on katsuki’s knee to give his full attention. that’s when he can see himself in his son, maybe you too. the willingness to try even if he’s scared. so going through a few practice sentences, katsuki asks, “y’ready little man?” and a pursed lip nod returns, cheeks all puffed out like yours when you’re determined to do something.

his son practically drags katsuki by his two fingers to the lady crouched stacking shelves and then pauses like he was struck with oh i actually have to do it now.

katsuki nudges him, an upturn of his lip and a raise of his brow, “cmon. like how we practiced.”

with a deep breath, his kid lets go of his hand and splutters, “where’s da pwoteen powda?”

the lady jumps at the sound, turning to face his son whose cheeks are freckled and flushed, eyes glossy and playing with his own hands. he does, however, hold eye contact though. katsuki’s proud of that.

he still pokes his shoulder, “we didn’t practice that! try again.” and then with a half smile, a glimmer in his eye he whispers a sorry to the lady.

then robotically, his son mumbles, “hello, pwease can you tell me where da pwo-teen powda is? pwease?”

the lady chuckles, wiping their hands on their knees, “course i can. is the powder for you?”

katsuki’s son whips his head left to right. “no. for my papa. i’m not allowed it.”

when the lady starts walking to direct the pair to the aisle, katsuki ruffles his sons hair, “good job. proud of you.” and his son gives him the cutest smile, missing a few teeth with a crinkled nose and his chest all puffed out like he just saved the world.

it would also be cute when you go shopping with your son, genuinely wondering where an item is and your son says, “dat lady works here! i can ask dem!” and your eyebrows raise in surprise. “sure, if you wanna.”

and your son does ask, saying please twice and even tacking a grin at the end.

“who taught you that? papa?”

“yes papa did. then he gave me a chocolate cake slice after for being so good at it.”

you giggle, “huh. i see.”

It's so cute when kids get restless or excited then they start fiddling with their clothes HSHSHSHAHA

Stop it, Inko!! He’s already dead!

Dont mind me, just thinking about …

Husband!Tsukki who cannot shut up about you when he comes back to work after your wedding, surprising all of his coworkers when he willingly shows off wedding photos

Husband!Tsukki who fiddles with his ring when he’s anxious, because it makes him think of you and that calms him down

Husband!Tsukki who refers to you by your new last name way too often in the first few months after your wedding because he’s just so enamored with the fact that you’re his

Husband!Tsukki who says “my wife,” in conversation instead of your name, even to people who know you (they try so hard not to make fun of him because it’s really sweet to see him so happy but also … the ones that were your friends first can’t resist giving him a little shit about it)

Husband!Tsukki who gets you flowers every couple of weeks, making sure that little centerpiece on your dining room table always looks fresh

Husband!Tsukki who surprises you on your first anniversary with a miniature version of your wedding cake (it was kind of a pain to get the guy who did the original to do this, but, Tsukki’s persuasive, he managed)

Husband!Tsukki who’s special ringtone for you is the song you danced to at your wedding

Just … Husband!Tsukki.

dialogues: look me in the eye

❀ timeskip! miya osamu, suna rintarō x gn! reader

summary: you can’t seem to look your crush in the eye

miya osamu

you were seated on one of the counter seats at onigiri miya. the closed sign turned out. osamu leaning over the counter.

“you look at my brother just fine and we’re identical twins.”

“he’s different! i don’t…”

“don’t?”

"i just don’t know you as well as him,” you said, lying through your teeth.

he raised his brow, the slight ghost of a smirk gracing his lips, “hmm, you barely see him though?”

“well it’s just,” fumbling through your worlds, “time is not indicator of quality.”

he laughed amused, walking over to you before slowly leaning in, caging you between his arms and the counter, his grey eyes boring into yours as you felt a heat rising in your cheeks, butterflies fluttering aggressively in your stomach, trying desperately to turn away.

“yn, let’s try this one more time okay?” his voice gentle as he titled your chin towards him, eyes meeting his again, a calloused thumb dragging along your cheek. “why won’t you look me in the eye?” half lidded gaze trained on yours in anticipation.

you were locked in with nowhere to escape, defenceless against his captivating eyes, feeling yourself sinking deeper into the pools of grey, “i…i like you,” you whispered, eyebrows furrowed, “okay? you happy now? you jerk,” lips pressed into a line.

he broke into a wide cheeky grin. “now that wasn’t so hard was it?” he removed his cap, wearing it on you before squeezing the top of your head and patting it affectionately.

“ow, that hurts samu,” you pouted.

“i like you too dummy,” he chuckled.

suna rintarō

laugter resonated from your corner booth as you giggled at some stupid thing the twins were bickering about. suna sat beside you, a lazy arm hung over your shared booth seat as he side-eyed your cheery expression.

the twins having been forewarned to leave a little earlier so suna could finally talk to you alone, came up with some excuse and sciddled away.

you kept it up your facade, asking him some questions about volleyball, small talk, though you were never able to hold his gaze for more than 3 seconds.

in contrast, his faded emerald eyes never left you as you eagerly scrambled to calm your ferocious beating heart. the quickening pulse fuelled by a reluctant combination of excitement and anxiousness as his attention continued to be undisturbed, solely fixated on you.

you fiddled with the ends of your top, sipping more of your drink again, but in your moment of haste, condensation lubricating whatever friction, the cup slips, cold liquid spashing, drenching suna’s top and torso.

in shock you manage to choke out a string of apologies, frantically gathering up tissues to clean your mess despite suna’s reassurance that he was okay.

“bold now are we?” his lip curving into a small smirk as he peered down at you. aggressively dabbing a damp spot on his chest.

“shut up just don’t want your coach complaining if i got you sick or something,” you pouted, grabbing a few more fresh tissues.

“how about this. i’ll forgive you for spilling something so cold on a little ole athlete like me and you tell me why you never look me in the eye.” he proposed, face inching closer towards yours.

“i look! sometimes….” you tried defending yourself before quickly averting your eyes.

“yn, look at me,” his voice soft as your head hung low, still shaking your head defiantly.

“you’re too attractive. you make my heart feel weird,” you grumbled, frown deepening as you looked up to see a wide smile on his face.

“so you have a crush on me huh?” he pinched your cheek, tugging it a little.

“i never said that!” you huffed, swatting his hand away, rubbing the sore apples of your cheek.

“you soo do yn,” he teased as you crossed your arms indignantly.

“well at least it’s convenient, because i have the biggest crush on you too,” he grinned.

sol’s comments ❀: have a great weekend cuties and sorry i always post things at 12am LOL. also this was supposed to include issei :((

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WHEN YOU CALL THEM A PET NAME FOR THE FIRST TIME — HAIKYUU

feat — timeskip!atsumu, suna, iwaizumi, bokuto + sakusa.

warnings — none just fluff!

note — i love this idea ‘cause i love pet names!

ఌ ATSUMU you were lying against his chest watching a movie when you hear your phone vibrate, nudging him a little to check he was awake, before you feel him pull you even tighter against him—nuzzling into you in response. “ya alright, angel?” he grumbles a little sleepy and you nod “‘tsum, can you hand me my phone, baby?” theres a beat of silence that follows after, but just when you pull away from his chest to look up at him you feel atsumu quickly flip you under him with a groan, before he’s flopping his weight on top of you and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “‘tsumu, what’re you doing?” you giggle and you hear him whine in response before he’s peppering your neck and face with open mouthed kisses, grinning a little giddily even though his cheeks are flushed pink, his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you in place under him so you can’t squirm away. “‘m yer baby— right, angel? yer so cute yer killin’ me, it ain’t fair!”

ఌ SUNA you were both relaxing in bed while you scrolled through your phones, occasionally showing eachother tiktoks or funny instagram videos. “baby, look at this!” you mumble and suna’s eyes are already narrowed when you show him your phone, his face looking unphased even though he’s silently thanking himself for turning off the light, because he can feel the heat rising from his chest. “you’re a weirdo. cmeer, pretty baby.” he drawls and you groan when you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling you tightly against his chest as he rests his chin on top of your head with a huff—only pulling away to place a few kisses to your temple every so often. you end up giggling and telling him how cute he looks when you notice the red dusting the tips of his ears, which earns you a flick to the forehead and a tsk before you’re fighting him to take a photo.

ఌ IWAIZUMI you were making dinner at your house while he prepped some things on the counter next to you. “hajime? can you pass me that, babe?” you ask and you watch him freeze before he speaks “huh? u-uh, yeah.” you raise a brow when you hear him fumbling with the item infront of him, turning his body away from you as he hands you it. “uh, everything okay?” “y-yeah it’s fine, dumbass.” he groans, and you would’ve left it alone if you couldn’t see the red tint on the tips of his ears, quietly tiptoeing over to catch a peek at his face—only to see the same blush spread across his cheeks aswell, and you can’t help but giggle at how cute he looks. “you look so cute!” “hey! s-shutup—go away, brat!” hajime grumbles, batting you away before he ends up wresting with you in the kitchen while you to steal more glances at his flushed features, which ends up with you thrown over his shoulder to calm down while he continues prepping.

ఌ BOKUTO grins as he bounces into his living room after practice, his arms outstretched waiting for you to run into them after a long day. “kou! welcome home, baby.” you giggle and you’re quick to find your place around him, only to huff when you’re not immediately pulled into a tight hug like expected. but you find yourself smiling when you’re looking up at a wide-eyed, pink cheeked koutarou blinking down at you anyway, finally jolting from his daydream when his eyes meet yours before he’s immediately melting into you, cooing and giggling into a few quick kisses. “babe! call me that again, please! i like being baby.” he laughs and you shriek giddily when you feel bokuto lift you a little and almost sprint to the couch, his childish giggles filling the house when he sits down with you securely on his lap— still hugging you close to his chest and nuzzling into you with a grin.

ఌ SAKUSA had came along with you while you went to the store to grab some stuff, because even though he hates crowds he wanted to spend time with you. “do we have everything, baby?” you ask and kiyoomi’s eyebrows furrow at the petname as he scans over the list in his hands, casting you a side glance while he tries to ignore the way his heart is racing in his chest. you cast him a glance and you feel yourself grin when you notice the blush peeking out from under his mask, giggling to yourself before he clears his throat with a tsk. grumbling under his breath as he fidgets with his mask “s-stop laughing.” kiyoomi grumbles, but you smile because you can’t deny how cute he looks when he’s grumpy, feeling him lace his fingers with your own before stuffing your intertwined hands in his jacket pocket and pulling you along with a huff.

— just remember that i love you

notes: fluff, tsukishima kei x gn!reader, drabble (wc: 906)

a/n: idk, i initially wanted to write a short scenario but...i couldn't control my hand and...this happened. still, i hope you enjoy !! (also, requests are currently open ♡)

m.list | rbs are very appreciated <3

“kei?”

“hmmm?” he hummed in response, lifting his gaze from his phone and throwing your way an almost imperceivable smile.

“so uh, i was wondering…what made you fall in love with me?” you blurted out, blushing violently as you internally wondered how the hell did you gather up the courage to ask a similar question.

kei seemed to have been taken aback by such a peculiar and sudden inquiry, his usually collected expression was now confused, as signs of surprise—his widened eyes—spoke for him.

indeed, what made him fall in love with you? kei didn’t necessarily know, so he simply and confidently answered with a “i don’t really know,” which slapped all of your expectations to the ground.

“you know, you are supposed to say cute and cheesy things,” you pouted, turning your head to the other side, but with a strange uneasiness swimming in the depths of your mind.

you heard his chuckle, before feeling his arms wrapping around you from behind and a series of kisses placed on the crook of your neck, making your heart skip a beat and shivers run down your spine.

“if you wanted me to say sweet and cheesy things, you could’ve just said so,” his deep voice reached your ears, making you more aware of how close you actually were.

you tried to wriggle out of his hold, and simply ignored the blonde’s questioning gaze.

“you know it…isn’t like that,” you whispered, trying to shake off the uneasiness.

that same day, you’d heard many girls at your school talk about the karasuno volleyball players. and many of them were fans of tsukishima kei, the number 11 middle blocker, the tall man with short hair and glasses, who is both smart and good at sports, yet isn’t really interested in socializing with strangers. and then, they started talking about you, how they thought you weren’t fit to be with him. and although you knew you didn’t need to be so self-conscious, after all kei always blew away your insecurities, repeating how you were the only one for him, you couldn’t avoid the thought of him being with someone else—maybe someone more suited for him.

“hey…listen up,” he lifted your face and was right away met with the worry mirrored in your eyes. it was as if he’d sensed that there was something wrong, and this was one of the things that made you fall in love with him.

“you know why i answered like that? well, because there are just too many things that made me fall for you, okay?” he ran a hand through his hair, flustered and with rosy cheeks matching yours, as he tried to ignore the fast beating of his heart.

“although i need to say that, at first, i just found you as annoying as shrimpy–” you interrupted him with a punch on his right arm, to which he responded with a roll of eyes and simply continued, “i couldn’t avoid but being dragged towards you, even though you were talking or smiling to someone else, i felt greedy and wanted that attention to be for me to enjoy–” “oh, so that’s why you started calling me names like ‘shorty’, ‘squirrel’ and…‘stinkin' pea’?” you frowned as kei only raised an eyebrow.

please can you at least let me finish, is what his eyes were probably yelling.

you sealed your lips and just said no more.

“okay so where was i? man this is getting so embarrassing,” he whispered before clearing his voice and looking straight into your eyes.

“even though at first you didn’t seem to like the idea of me being around, i loved the way you still tried to put up with me and my sarcasm. well, i guess i was lost in you before i could realize it. no other person would be as perfect to me as you are, and–” you basically jumped into his arms, him losing balance and almost dropping to the ground, as you wrapped your arms and legs around him like a baby koala.

“aww my tsukki, i didn’t know you could be so sweet!” you exclaimed, snuggling in his chest, as he reluctantly enclosed you in his arms, feeling his entire face burning up.

you were really happy though. all the insecurities and fears you had before simply dissipated, leaving the previously turmoiled heart, warmed and at peace.

“okay, now tell me, what was all of this about?” kei asked, sitting on the bed with you still in his arms.

you’d tried to evade his eyes, but in the end, you simply gave up, and spilled everything.

and, just like that he…kissed you. simply.

he slowly placed his lips onto yours, and as you were lost in the touch and the fondness of him, you deepened the kiss, more and more, so much that, when you let go, both of you were breathless.

he pressed his forehead against yours, and took a hand to your cheek, slightly grazing it, while almost looking inside of you, into your soul, touching your heart and your mind.

“whoever said that is, one, a complete dickhead, two, a brainless idiot, three, not worthy of your worries,” he softly but sternly retorted.

he tightened his hold on you and, as you lay your head against his shoulder, he murmured one last thing that made your heart almost jump out from happiness.

“[name]...just remember that i love you, and no one else.”

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suna rintarou x fem reader, 3.2k

you drunkenly confess to Suna. he tries to confront you. your fight or flight instincts are activated.

You want to die. You’re ready to throw yourself out the window of your dorm. You almost send a text to your mom telling her how much you love her because the afterlife? That’s where you’re headed.

And no you’re not being dramatic. What you are however, is fucked.

You should have known better than to let yourself get carried away and trying to outdrink the Miya Twins at some stupid party.

Now you’ve woken up with a headache massive enough to compete with Atsumu’s big head. Honestly, this isn’t your first rodeo with hangovers- you’re a college student, and mixed with your inability to say no, parties have become a somewhat weekly thing. Plus you’re sure you can outdrink the Miya’s at some point.

The hangover isn’t the end of the world. The memory of what you did last night however- it’s enough to convince you to give up alcohol forever.

Playing beer pong with your best friend.

Losing because you have the worst hand-eye coordination.

Volunteering for karaoke and singing horrible off-key.

Trying to call for a ride home and dialing the wrong number.

Accidentally calling Suna—

God, you can’t even bring yourself to think about it, but your brain hates you. The vivid memory replays in your head over and over again. You feel sick.

Rin, you had said. I’m so in love with you, you confessed.

You said a lot of other things before that too, but really you just want to remember what Suna had said in response. You don’t think he said anything. Did you hang up immediately? Who the hell knows?

If you remember correctly, Suna was also at another party last night too. You’re hoping he was, because maybe he was also too drunk to even remember anything. Maybe the party was too loud and he didn’t even hear any of it. Besides, there were no missed calls or messages from him after that so you think you have a good chance. Suna was definitely the type to call back after receiving a confession like that.

It’s that hope that pushes you to agree to go to brunch with your group of friends. You know you could skip it and easily blame the hangover to avoid Suna, but one part of you needs to know whether he remembers the confession. You can’t live with the suspense. You have to know right now so you can decide whether to live life as normal again or whether you have to drop out of college, fake your death and move to a different country.

When you get to the brunch spot, everyone is already there. Hope begins to bloom in your chest at the prospect of getting away with it when you arrive and Suna acts normal towards you. And by normal, you mean he immediately begins teasing you.

“Damn Y/N, you tried to outdrink Atsumu again?” he asks, a smug grin on his face as you sit opposite him.

“Too loud, please shut up I’m recovering.” You respond, trying to look disgruntled rather than fucking nervous.

Suna laughs in response, the way he always does when he knows he’s getting under your skin, but his response is comforting.

“It’s ok, I’m recovering too.” he says smoothly, taking a sip of coffee.

You look at him and use what little energy you have to suppress an eyeroll. Suna looks great compared to everyone else at the table; Atsumu is unnervingly quiet as he wolfs down his food, Osamu looks like he might hurl any second, and your friend Miwa is lost in her own world as she stares at the wall.

Suna, of course, looks like a model next to your barely put together outfit consisting of sweatpants and whatever jumper was on your floor. What kind of hungover person has the time to put on a nice jacket, classic white t-shirt and fashionable black pants? Suna Rintarou apparently.

It’s not fair and you’re tempted to say something until you remember you’re trying to keep a low profile (and if you open your big mouth, you might blurt out something that definitely should not be asked over the table in front of everyone).

So you quietly order your food, listen to Atsumu boast about his upcoming game, listen to Osamu about how much he has to do for the week and ignore Miwa when she tries to convince you to run for student council with her. You avoid looking directly at Suna for too long, because you know you’ll end up looking like a tomato.

Brunch ends before you can even comprehend anything, and you’re ready to walk away from the scene with confidence that Suna either doesn’t remember what you said last night, or he’s pretending not to and won’t bring it up. Either way, you’re grateful for one less headache.

When you all get up to leave though, and you’re ready to deuce the fuck out and suffer silently in your room, you hear Suna call out your name.

You hold your breath.

“What’s up?” you ask, turning to him.

“Are you okay?” Suna asks, scratching the back of his neck. His nervous habit he never seemed to grow out of. “You’ve been quiet all morning, when usually you could compete with Atsumu for being the loudest.”

“Yeah, I'll be okay.” you respond, trying to act cool. You are the queen of casual conversations. “Nothing a good nap won’t be able to solve.”

He nods at that.

You nod back.

A heavy silence falls between the two of you, and you think this is the cue for your getaway. “Think I’m gonna go—”

“Actually,” Suna cuts you off and you look at him in anticipation for his next words. He looks nervous, not meeting your eyes as he glares holes into the wall beside him. He fiddles with his fingers. Cracks his knuckles. Takes a big breath. It’s a rare show of hesitance and nervousness for him and a pit of dread starts to build in your stomach.

Fuck, you internally scream, fuck.

Suna clears his throat, seemingly over whatever internal battle he was fighting. He still can’t meet your eyes though.

“You…” he starts, “do you remember anything from last night? Because you called me and—”

Suna doesn’t get the chance to finish the rest of his sentence because you immediately bolt out of the restaurant.

He has always activated your fight or flight response, and though you’re usually up for the challenge, today your body decides this is a flight only option. Despite Suna and his athleticism, you were on the track team for high school and you have never been more grateful for it than today when you sprint like the wind around the streets. You can hear him chase after you, calling your name, how he just wants to talk.

But you will not stop for him. You’re not ready for the talk, especially not when you’re hungover and look like shit. Besides, you’re not sure you can even formulate a convincing lie to get yourself out of it and Suna has always seen right through you.

You run fast enough that he doesn’t seem to be able to catch up to you, and when you spot a small bookstore, you immediately rush inside and hide in one of the shelves in the back. You hope he didn’t see you come inside.

You try to catch your breath, standing there pretending to look at the books while you try to rationalize your situation. You stay there for a good five minutes, then another five just to be safe. Only when the sales assistant gives you a suspicious look do you leave.

You don’t go back to your dorm immediately. Suna knows where you live. Instead, you choose to hide away in Miwa’s dorm and nurse your hangover there. She seems distracted enough that she doesn’t question why you aren’t doing it from the comfort of your own room and you end up spending the night. It’s not until the next morning when she’s running around getting ready for class do you decide to put on a brave face and head home. Thank god you have Mondays off.

For the next week you live in fear of Suna catching you off-guard around campus, so you devise a plan to leave at odd times to attend your classes. You begin taking alternative routes as well, avoiding all the places you frequently go to. You’re extra careful walking home, jumping at every noise that even sounds vaguely similar to him and running away.

Your stupid evasion tactics don’t last long though. After a week of hiding, Suna catches you just as you’re about to leave your apartment to go for a grocery run, corners you at your front door and declares, “You can run back inside and hide, but I’m not leaving.”

You gulp, knowing you're backed into a corner. You live on the fifth floor too, so sneaking out isn’t an option. Shit.

“Hey, what’s up?” you try to ask casually, fake smile on your face.

Suna looks far from impressed.

“You’ve been avoiding me for a whole week. We need to talk.”

You meekly nod, sighing and opening your door wider to let him into your room. If you’re going to be rejected, you’d rather it be in the safety of your own room than in the hallway with your nosy neighbours. You steel yourself for what’s about to happen.

You aren’t a coward Y/N. You were bound to get rejected at one point, let’s do it with a little dignity.

Suna stands a safe distance away from you, standing next to your window while you remain by  the door. You look anywhere but him, hoping he would just get it over and done with.

Suna lets out a sigh when he sees the look on your face.

“Can you stop looking like I’m going to yell at you? It’s just me, I don’t bite.”

“That’s just my face.” you pout. “Besides, I don’t want to have this conversation; can we just drop it?”

“Will you look at me?” Suna says, “You’re making me nervous. And don’t think you can run away just because you’re next to the door.”

You nod reluctantly, but you still won’t meet his eyes. Your cheeks are already starting to heat up.

“You’re really not going to look at me?” He asks, tone softer than usual that you start to feel bad. “I just want to talk to you, I promise. I’m not even angry at you, just— frustrated.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. This is Rintarou, the soft side of him you’ve only been lucky to catch a glimpse of a handful of times; this is the guy that you daydream about, the one who tells you he likes you back in some alternate universe. Rintarou is more terrifying than Suna, because you can never say no to him.

“Y/N, please?” He pleads. “I haven’t seen you in a whole week. Please just look at me.”

Already, you’re lifting your head to look in his eyes. See? This is what he does to you, soft spoken words and you’re already putty in his hands, willing to bend over backwards just to make him happy. Almost like a reward for your bravery, Suna flashes his signature smile at you, and you almost melt.

“Ah,” he says softly, walking towards you and cupping both your cheeks in his hands, “there she is.”

Your cheeks heat up even more, and you try to turn away once more but he holds your head firmly in place.

“Will you be honest with me?”

Do you have any other choice? You nod, slowly, hesitantly, but it’s enough for him.

“Last Saturday night, when there was a full moon, you called me super duper drunk,” he starts, “and said, Suna Rintarou I hate you and your stupid face and your stupid smile and your stupid hands I think about holding all the time, did you mean it?”

Oh my god. You want the ground to suddenly open up and swallow you whole. You want an asteroid to suddenly hit the earth and destroy all living things. Anything  to get you away from the scene unfolding before you.

You stare at the little freckle on his cheek. “Yes.”

“You’re a terrible liar. My mother says I’m very handsome, so why would you call my face stupid?”

In between your thoughts of curling into a ball to feel sorry for yourself and bolting out of the room far away from Suna, you manage to roll your eyes.

“Where are you going with this?”

Suna completely ignores you.

“Moving on, you said, why are you so stupid Suna Rintarou? You’re so stupid when it comes to doing your homework on time and making all those stupid jokes. You always tease me more than anyone else, and it’s not fair that you target me when Atsumu literally exists—”

“Oh my god,” you interrupt, “did you memorize this or something?”

“Studied it better than any of my notes for a test.” he teases. “But don’t worry, I haven't even got to the good part yet.”

You could punch him right now. You really could.

“And after that you said, I hate how you make me feel special like that, you make me delusional enough to think that maybe I am special to you and that’s why you always choose me as your target. I hate that you’ve been blessed with everything but a goddamn brain, because if you did then maybe you’d realize it before I even had to tell you.”

“Maybe,” he heaves out a breath and smiles at you, “maybe if you did then you’d realize that I’ve been in love with you for the past year and a half.” Suna looks into your eyes then, and there’s a glint in his eye you’ve never seen till now. “Rin, you said my name softly like that, I’m so in love with you.”

“I—” you try to start but he’s left you speechless. You can’t believe he remembered everything you said.

“Though, my favourite part is when you said all those sweet things then proceeded to yell ‘you suck!’ into the phone then hung up before I could even say anything.” Suna giggles, he giggles, and you realize he thinks this whole situation is funny. He sobers up quickly, then his eyes seem to start analyzing you, searching for something. “I tried bringing it up with you last week, but you ran away before I could even say anything. And all this time, I’ve just… I’ve been wondering whether you meant it.”

You stare at him blankly, still trying to process his words. You’re sure that you’ve lost all your brain cells in a week because you’re still at a loss of what to say. But there’s nothing left to hide anyway, is there?

“Yes, I meant it. The last part,” you gulp, “I really meant it.”

“The part where you said that I sucked?” he asks, eyebrow raised questioningly.

You scowl at him. “You know what I mean! The last part!”

“The part where you said I’ve been blessed with everything but brains? Or the part where you called my jokes stupid?”

You can’t believe the nerve of this guy. Stupid, stupid, stupid motherfucking Suna Rintarou. You hate the fact that he’s teasing you over your feelings like this.

“You really do suck. So much. You’re the worst person I know. Fine. Yes I meant it, yes I’ve been in love with you for the past year and half you idiot. It’s all true okay.” you finally admit, exasperated. “So can you just stop wasting my time? Reject me already, so I can cry about it and glow up and make you regret your life decisions and—”

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you?” Suna asks suddenly, looking at you so earnestly you stop your rambling. “This isn’t how I pictured you saying it, and honestly I figured I would do it first, but this works too I guess. It was meant to be a lot more romantic, and you weren’t insulting me every five seconds when declaring your undying love for me—”

You cannot believe what you’re hearing right now.

“But… this works too.”  he says. “I’m in love with you too, been in love for a while now actually and I never really knew how to say it. So when you confessed last week, I just thought it was the perfect time to… you know.”

Now he’s the one blushing.

“What the fuck?” is all you can say right now.

Suna can sense that you’re about to ramble and ask a million questions so he beats you to it.

“I think we should kiss right now.” is all he says, before leaning dangerously close to you.

You immediately put your hand on his chest to stop him, effectively stopping him in his tracks.

“Hold on! What the hell, I’m still processing this Rin!”

Suna looks at you in confusion, already pulling you in closer again. “What is there left to process? I waited a whole week for you already!”

“You had a whole week to process my feelings— you’ve given me like five minutes!” you exclaim. “I don’t even think I’m awake right now, quick pinch me so I know it’s real.”

“Maybe if you come and kiss me you’ll know it’s real.” Suna says, stupud smirk on his face. “Come on pretty girl, process it later, I want my kiss.”

“Who says I want to kiss you?” you counter, but your resolve is already crumbling by the second.

He shoots you an incredulous look. “Seriously? You’re going to play hard to get right now? I’m here ready to kiss you and—”

You bolt away from his hold, giggling as you run towards the door but Suna doesn’t let you take more than two steps away from him.

“I’m serious, Y/N. I’ve been thinking about this for the past week, been dreaming about it much longer than that. Can I please kiss you?”

You would be a fool to deny him when you’ve been dreaming of the exact same thing as well. So you offer him a small nod, and that’s all it takes before he pulls you towards him, so gently, as if you’re fragile.

He cups your cheeks in his hands, smiling at you as if you are the sun itself. The light from your window seeps in at that moment and lights up his eyes in a way that makes you fall in love all over again.

He brushes his nose softly against yours, eyes closing as you smile in anticipation. Just when you can’t wait anymore, you feel his lips against yours and you can’t help but melt in his arms, your body flush against him.

You don’t know how to describe what it feels like to finally kiss him. He tastes of mint, lips languidly moving against yours, not too harsh but just enough that it leaves you wanting more and more (you don’t know if you’ll ever get enough of him).

After a considerable amount of time, you both pull away, chests heaving as your foreheads bump against each other.

“Well?” you ask, still basking in the moment as you gaze up at him.

He smiles back. “I’m glad you called me.”

“I’m glad I did too.”

a/n: I wanted to read a drunk confession fic with Suna but couldn't find one so... I wrote it. (I am the change I want to see in the world.)

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i’m SO excited to learn more about this mysterious guy…

thinking about...

a/n: shoutout to @raes-ramblings for always supporting my keigo brainrot & helping me with this!

clingy!Keigo who clings to his partner‘s waist when they get up in the morning because he doesn’t want them to leave the bed already. they will even drag him off the bed because he won‘t let go, no matter what.

clingy!Keigo who when his partner prepares breakfast, is hugging them from behind and follows them throughout the entire apartment.

clingy!Keigo who keeps kissing his partner when they try to leave for work that day.

clingy!Keigo who annoys his partner just to get their attention. he snatches their phone from their hands or stands in front of the TV. how dare his partner not give him their undivided attention?

clingy!Keigo who whines when his partner tries to push him off their lap because they need to go to the bathroom. sometimes he even pretends to be asleep just so he can stay there. obnoxious snores and everything.

‚keigo, i love you but i really need to go.‘

*kiss*

‚hmm not yet, i haven‘t kissed you properly!‘

*kiss*

‚you‘ve kissed me like thirty times in the past two minutes!‘

*kiss*

‚that‘s not enough.‘

*kiss*

‚is it ever gonna be enough for you?‘

*kiss*

‚you know the answer to that.‘

DRUNK WORDS, SOBER THOUGHTS.

“ you know what? i miss you. i miss my brother. ”

or, in which diluc gets drunk, kaeya is a little bit tipsy, and some confessions get spilled.

diluc/kaeya (familial/platonic u stinkies)

category/warnings: bittersweet, alcohol consumption, characters being drunk, brotherhood am i right yall 😊, kaeya is called a ragnvindr at some moments, i focus more on kaeya here i am so sorry diluc luvrs

note: blame tiktok, conan gray but also me for this fic. my head hurts mb if there are any mistakes @xiaophobic @starglitterz

“well, well, well, if this isn’t the diluc ragnvindr drunk. never thought i’d witness that sight again,” the blue haired man says while walking through the door to angel’s share and meeting no one other than his brother sitting by the bar, his head slugging down and hand holding a glass of some kind of an unidentified alcohol mixture — or at least, so he guessed, because the stench in the air couldn’t have been anything else.

he closes the door behind him and slowly makes his way to him, his eyesight refocusing and focusing over and over. fuck, maybe he was more than just tipsy.

“shut it,” diluc mumbles, his words slurred and eyes closed.

“oh, come on now, brother,” he says, plopping onto the barstool next to him. “it’s not like i’m the soberest either or anything like that.”

“we’re not brothers.”

kaeya feels a quick and small pang in his heart, yet he doesn’t react in any way. he’s used to it; after all, how could someone like him even deserve a family after all he’s done?

“maybe you’re a little bit less drunk than i thought you were,” he mutters quietly. it was supposed to be humorous yet his voice comes out as flat. maybe, if diluc was truly a little bit less drunk, he’d hear an unmistakable hurt in it — deeply hidden and almost unhearable, — but he wasn’t. and so he didn’t hear it.

neither did he see the emotions quickly flashing in kaeya’s visible eye. and the blue haired man thanks the archons above for that (not that he was particularly fond of them; but he had to thank someone for this miracle. although, maybe thanking this godawful alcohol diluc was drinking was a better choice).

“i’m not drunk.”

“yeah, you sure aren’t, my dear brother,” kaeya deadpans when diluc’s head almost land on the table. archons, he always knew he was a lightweight, but this? how much did he drink to get himself to this state, he wonders. and what even got him to drink. “oh? no denying to me calling you brother this time?”

there is silence between the two of them — two people whose misunderstandings and grudges got the best of them. they were both at fault; but they would never admit it. the ragnvindrs always had trouble with pride. and the brothers were no exception to that.

“you know what? i miss you. i miss my brother,” diluc ragnvindr throws out of himself. and it feels nice. it feels nice to finally say it — to say something he would never utter to do if he wasn’t under the influence of alcohol. diluc ragnvindr is a coward and he knows it — and he also knows he won’t remember anything from today. hell, he’s already beginning to forget things. he doesn’t look at the calvary captain nor does he lift his head. he simply chugs down on the rest of his drink.

kaeya sits silently; as if stunned, not daring to utter a word, too scared to pop this bubble, this imagination, because how many times did he dream of diluc ragnvindr calling him his brother again? how many times did he wish of being seen as family again?

“that’s a sweet confession, but i’d like to hear that when you’re sober,” he nonchalantly says, as if his throat didn’t get clogged up and his eyes teary.

“but we are brothers, are we not? actually, why did you stop using ragnvindr as your surname, huh? it’s yours to use, still. we’re family. or more like we were family,” he adds under his breath. they were family, once.

kaeya ragnvindr.

he longed for it. he longed for that surname or, to be more precise, for the feeling of belonging somewhere, to something, to someone. he longed for a home, a home where he could feel at peace, a home where he could shed all the masks and all the secrets. a home where he wouldn’t be anyone but just kaeya. no one more and no one less.

just kaeya.

and he once felt that way — before he decided to destroy it, envelop himself within the icy torrents and cutting himself from the outside world. yes, kaeya ragnvindr was a person he buried a long, long time ago. it was a child that died under the scorching flames and burning fire on that fateful day.

“…come on, brother. i’ll get you home. you’ve had enough,” the cryo user decides against diluc’s protests.

mondstadt is silent. there is no light in the windows and no chatter usually filling the streets. they must’ve spent more time in there than he thought they did. it’s peaceful. it’s quiet.

it’s nice.

“it reminds me of when we were kids. you remember? when you used to get so… so… tired and i’d have to carry you back home… and…” the redhead tries to talk, but his words only become more and more slurred. he’s falling asleep, kaeya realizes and he sighs thinking that he’d have to drag his brother’s unconscious body all the way to dawn winery. diluc was always the stronger one — but maybe, that has changed over the years. a lot of things did.

take care of one another, now, crepus used to say to them, day by day, month by month, year by year. brotherly bonds are not that easy to break.

i’m sorry, he whispers into the cold night, with his brother’s warm body slumped over his. he’s not sure who he’s apologizing to; there is no witness in sight, no spectator except the wind blowing and rustling up the leaves on the ground.

( it’s alright, child. you’ve done enough. )

( and for the first time in a very long time, kaeya ragnvindr or kaeya alberich; whoever he once was and whoever he was about to become, sighed a sigh of relief. )