"are You Like... Into That?"

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summary: Kunimi x Reader. "reader's the one simping hard for kunimi and kunimi's just like "😑😑😑" but secretly likes them too" as requested by an anon!

word count: 2k

cw: uhhh two swear words

a/n: tysm for the request!! hope i did your boy justice

You just think Kunimi is nice to look at.

His hair is straight and natural and never greasy or obviously gelled; it looks soft and shiny. He probably rinses with cold water. You like how dreamy his eyes are— they’re deepset and often narrowed into a lazy smirk, but they have a faraway quality to them that makes the gray-brown shade reminiscent of the misty moors you’ve read about in books and seen in movies. You like the lean muscle on his thin frame, the way you can feel how deceptively strong he is whenever he decides that you’re his makeshift pillow at school.

“Is this comfortable?” He asks, slumping over you, forcing you to wilt over your desk beneath him.

“Not at all,” you answer honestly. “Your elbows are pointy, ow ow ow—” you wriggle until it no longer feels like he’s pressing directly on a pressure point— “but by all means, keep crushing me.”

“Hmm, thanks,” he hums into your back. “Class was so boring today.”

“The teacher is still in the classroom, Kunimi,” you say, voice muffled as he tries his best to become dead weight. “He can hear you, because we’re still in the classroom, missing lunch.”

“Nah,” he says, but graciously gets off, standing next to your desk while you gather your things, then holds out a hand to help you up. You take it, and it’s more the feeling of his skin on yours that makes you wobble on your feet than anything else. Your heart beats fast in your chest as you follow him, although he’s already let go.

“Where are we going?” You say into his ear, over his shoulder. He gives no indication that he heard you, so you do it again, speeding up your pace so you’re walking in stride with him.

“Gotta get a spot on the rooftop before everyone else shows up,” he says offhandedly, dodging a group of people standing still in the hallway. Obnoxious, you know he’s probably thinking.

“Ooh, the rooftop?” You tease. “Planning a confession?” There’s a saying about how all the best jokes have a grain of truth in them. In this case, you’re joking with a silo of hope.

“Too corny,” he wrinkles his face up, casting a disgusted glare towards the students who walk by in pairs, joined hands swinging between them. “PDA is gross, you know.”

You grab his hand again, his lack of protest reassuring you.

“You’re just jealous because you’re single.”

“Not for too long, I hope,” he says, eyes sliding to your face. You blink and drop his hand.

“What? Who? What?”

Your questions go unanswered, his volleyball seniors choosing that moment to swarm him. You wait on the edges of the group, mind spinning as you consider who your friend— your crush— would be interested in. You’re pretty sure that the only person he spends more time with than you is Yūtarō, and from the way Kunimi speaks about his teammate, you know it’s not him. You hope that it’s you, considering that you’ve been flirting overtly with him since the festival last summer, since you’d developed feelings for him. He’s never rejected you directly, after all, only made general comments on the futility of love and romance and relationships. You blow out a breath.

“Hi, sorry,” a face you recognize as a girl in another first-year class bows her way through the group of volley-boys. She’s biting her lip, clearly nervous, clearly clutching a letter behind her back. She has the locker next to Kunimi’s, you recall. A sick feeling rises in your stomach while all the others make a path for her straight to Oikawa. She makes a turn just before she reaches the third-year. “Um, hi, Kunimi, do you, ah, have a moment?”

You can’t look. You pay attention instead to the third years, watching Iwaizumi clamp a hand over Oikawa’s mouth before he can coo over his junior’s first confession. While they struggle, you bite your lip hard, shoving your hands in your pockets, feeling suddenly too hot and too cold all over. You’re probably allergic to watching people you like get confessed to or something, and now you have a fever.

Unwillingly, your gaze slides back to Kunimi, who, for once, looks wide-eyed and surprised. The girl appears to have finished her part, and he looks frozen as his eyes dart to the other people around, then back to her, then away again. Finally, he lands on Oikawa, who appears to have escaped his friend’s grip and has a disturbingly wide smile on his face.

“...Fine,” Kunimi says, and you watch him walk behind her to the stairs.

“Ah, so cute,” Oikawa says, leaning on the wall and sticking his nose up, an air of great wisdom and experience surrounding him. “Young love is in bloom today!”

You don’t want to wait for Kunimi to get back, so you adjust your bag and start to walk away, blinking rapidly.

“Don’t say shit like that,” you hear behind you, and then Iwaizumi is running up behind you, grabbing your shoulder. “Are you okay?” He sounds hesitant, and a little like he’s choking as he speaks.

“Yeah, of course I am,” your own voice sounds far off and too quiet for your words to be true. “Thank you for asking, Iwaizumi-san, don’t worry about me.”

“You’re crying,” he notes, and your eyes widen in alarm as your hands fly up to pat your cheeks, checking for wetness. “Well, not quite crying, but when Oikawa said that, your face, it kinda,” he gestures to his own. You look at him quizzically, unsure what he’s trying to mime. “...Crumpled?”

“Oh,” you say. “Yeah.” Both of you seem at a loss for words, then, but he walks with you all the way to the lunch stand and then he follows you to the back of the gym, where you sit with your knees curled up to your chest.

“Sorry you wasted your lunch period with me,” you mumble after twenty minutes of picking at your food.

“I didn’t want to leave you alone to wallow,” he says, mouth full of melon bun. “It’s bad for you.”

“Is that your professional medical opinion?” Your voice is watery, but you can feel the corners of your mouth lifting.

“For sure,” he tells you. “Are you feeling any better?”

“I guess,” you sigh, and look down. “I just really, really like him.”

“I get that,” Iwaizumi has a reputation for being loud and kind of rough, but his voice is softer than you’ve ever heard it.

“Thank you for staying with me, Iwaizumi-san,” you say, standing.

“No problem,” he smiles sympathetically at you. If Kunimi were here, he’d call it pity. You’d rather call it kindness.

The bell rings, and Iwaizumi bounds off around the corner.

“Sorry,” you hear him apologize to someone before his footsteps echo away. When you turn the corner yourself, you see— shiny hair, dark eyes, and a tall, narrow frame. One plus one plus one equals heartbreak.

“Y/N!” He says in greeting, then tilts his head upwards, seemingly searching for something to say.

You pause in front of him. “So?”

“So what?” He looks confused.

“The confession,” you say.

“Oh,” he says, straightening a little. “It was whatever. Look, I just wanted to tell you, uh…”

“Yes?” You say. You’re late for class. You’re not sure why you’re still standing here, face hot, waiting to hear whatever he has to say.

“Wait for me?” He asks, and you blink. You weren’t expecting that, of all things.

“Why?”

“I don’t,” he tucks his chin into his jacket collar, dark eyes resting on you warily, and despite yourself, you smile a little. “I don’t want to rush things, and I’m not— I don’t wanna mess up something I know’ll be good, okay? So just wait a little longer for me.”

“What about the, uh,” you swallow. “The girl who you were talking to earlier? I’m not waiting if you’re not.”

“Her?” He makes a grossed-out noise. “I rejected her. Why would I want anyone but you?”

The ‘12-’13 Seijoh VBC ten-year reunion is nothing short of chaotic.

You’re there because you joined (in the form of management) shortly after Iwaizumi sat with you during that fateful lunch period, and everyone else is there because playing volleyball with Oikawa apparently results in some kind of gravitational effect that keeps one circling him loosely forever. You, Kindaichi, and Kunimi huddle in a sort of commiserating bunch, even though the three of you have more than kept in touch over the years; where Oikawa is an Argentinian celebrity and Iwaizumi is well compensated for his career in athletic training, the former first years are barely out of undergrad, still working and suffering beneath the weight of recent student loans.

It’s Hanamaki who opens up the conversation, complaining about his recent bout of failed interviews, while Watari pats him on the back and Yahaba lists off places he could begin networking.

“What have you been doing?” You address Matsukawa, who is slumped on his elbows on the table, a slight smile on his features as he watches Hanamaki talk, formally.

“Me? Oh, I’m a mortician, or working towards it, anyway.”

“Of course you ask Mattsun first,” laughs Kindaichi. “You still think he’s ‘tall, dark, and handsome?’”

“No,” you groan, while the others at the table perk up considerably. “Don’t bring that up, please, I’m begging.”

“You had a crush on Mattsun?” Smirks Hanamaki, laying an arm across his shoulders.

“Not really!” You protest, waving your hands in front of you. “He was only the best looking of the third years, anyway.”

Oikawa makes a wounded noise, and Mattsun sticks his tongue out at him. Next to you, Kunimi lifts his glass and takes a long sip.

“Only the third years?” Asks Yahaba, raising his brows. Kindaichi grins. In your peripheral vision, you can see Kunimi drawing a line across his neck and mouthing shut the fuck up, shut up, shut up, shut up.

“Everyone knows that Y/N only had eyes for Kunimi, really,” Turnip-Head says anyway, and every head at the table swings toward your seatmate, who drops his hand and shuts his jaw with a click. "You were obvious!" He says in response to your embarrassed expression. He's not wrong, but you're still covering your eyes with your hands, peeking through the gaps.

“Do you have eyes? Why haven’t you changed your haircut?” Kunimi says, his voice bored. “Don’t you get tired of being called names because of it?”

Undeterred, Kindaichi takes another swig of beer and continues, nudging Kunimi hard, which only has the effect of pushing him into your side as he tries to escape his friend.

“He used to get jealous, after Y/N called Matsukawa-san hot, anyway,” Kindaichi adds. “He’d try harder in practice and everything.” There’s a chorus of oooohs around the table. Kunimi groans and drops his head onto your shoulder. You pat him reassuringly. His hair is soft.

“Kunimi has a crush,” Shido grins.

“It was a decade ago,” you feel the need to defend him.

“Yeah,” Kunimi says, sitting upright. There’s a scowl on his face, but his ears are subtly red.

“You should’ve said yes to dating back then,” Hanamaki butts in. “Then you wouldn’t be single now.”

“What do you mean I’m single now?” Kunimi arches an eyebrow. “That’s news to me.”

“Why didn’t you bring them, then?” Mattsun points at him. “That’s bad etiquette, you know.”

“Yeah, Akira,” you murmur affectionately, tucking his hair behind his ear. “You have bad etiquette.”

There’s a moment of silence as your former classmates look at you, then at Kunimi, then back at you. Then at both of you, holding hands under the table.

“You’re dating?” Yells Yahaba, standing up and swaying a little. General clamor ensues as you laugh and Kunimi brings your hands up to rest on the table, his eyes narrowly focused on Matsukawa, who seems happily oblivious as he knocks back more of his drink and attempts to rouse Makki into a thumb-wrestling match.

“He’s rubbed off on you,” Kindaichi tells you later, as you exit the restaurant. Kunimi drapes his jacket over you and rests his chin on your shoulder, putting his hands in your pants pockets.

“I hope so,” you smile softly. “Almost ten years together will do that to a person.”

On the way home, Akira asks you, almost sardonic (but you know he’s being genuine), "Was the wait worth it?"

You beam and kiss him, pulling him close by his shirt collar.

"Of course it was."

tagging: @crystal-lilac , @kohi-zeri

"look at the pretty dress daddy bought me!" your daughter twirls a few times until she loses balance, your husband catching her before she falls.

"its very pretty baby." you squat down to brush your daughters hair away from her face, brushing down the dress and leaving a kiss on her cheek, "can you braid my hair too mommy? please?"

"sure thing, go and get your hair ties and the clips okay?" she nods, running up the stairs towards her bathroom.

you turn back to suna, eyeing the shopping bags in his hands as he drops them to the floor.

"rin, i thought we had agreed on not buying anymore clothes for her right now." you wrap your arms around your husbands neck, and his hands make their way to your lower back. one hand sliding under your shirt to rub at your back.

"i don't remember agreeing to that." suna pecks your lips once before leaving a kiss on your forehead.

"i can see you smirking."

"you're imagining things babe." you giggle and roll your eyes, "we agreed to that because her closet is overfilling and we have no where to hang anything anymore," you run your hand through the hair on the back of his head, "if she asks, will you just have another closet built for her?" you smile and tilt your head.

he laughs and sighs, "baby, you can't blame me. she has your eyes, and i can never say no when she pulls the little puppy dog eyes you both do when you want something."

"mhm. sure."

"and if either of you asked, id just buy you a separate house to keep all the clothes you could want."

"really? that so very practical suna."

"incredibly practical and realistic, suna."

you tsk, "that was cheesy."

you drop your head onto his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and closing your eyes when he kisses the top of your head.

"mommy, come upstairs! and bring daddy too!"

you look at at suna, your chin resting on his chest, "cmon, she probably wants to do your makeup," you grab his hand and bring him with you towards the stairs. turning back you smile at him, "and this time i won't stop her from using the glitter on you."

"babe, you know that never comes out."

"oh i know. its what you deserve for not listening to me." you stick your tongue out at him and begin going up the stairs, yelping when you feel a pinch on your thigh.

whipping your head around you narrow your eyes at him ready to snap at him but he says, "i love you."

you roll your eyes, "i love you too."

"i know pretty. so that's why im begging. no glitter."

best boy yamaguchi deserves a whole series of zookeeper merch for him only!! 🐧🐼🦒🦁🧡

party preparation~

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pairing: rintaro suna x reader

genre: fluff, domestic fluff, drabble, slightly suggestive, suna’s a DORK and ugh he loves you so much <3

synopsis: getting ready for osamu’s halloween party with your fiancé

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“No. Absolutely not.”

You covered your mouth with your hand as you stared at your fiancé with furrowed brows, trying everything you could to not to react.

“I can tell you’re trying not to laugh.” Suna said, placing a hand on his hip before getting closer to you. “Imagine how the guys would act if they saw me wearing this. I’d never live it down.”

Suna was wearing a pair of firefighter pants with suspenders and no t-shirt. He was holding a fake axe that he was mindlessly swinging around, and a red plastic hat settled comfortably on top of his head.

You wondered how long it would take before you’d get used to seeing his incredible body. Both him and Osamu had crazy workout regimens that were absolutely exhausting compared the other volleyball guys already lengthy workouts. The difference was the other guys were lean, they ate clean and treated their bodies like temples.

Suna and Osamu spent far too many evenings after a particularly stressful day eating like pigs and stuffing themselves with all of the junk food they could get their hands on. It’s fine, they’d say, they’ll just burn the calories in the morning.

Which they always did… and then some. Coupled with hours of weight training and you get two beefy best friends who turn heads everywhere they go and they don’t even notice.

“I’m not trying not to laugh.” You spoke into your palm, not moving your hand from your face. You were blushing. Your own fiancé, who you’ve been with for years, was making you blush like crazy just because he was shirtless.

How ridiculous.

“Oh? Hmm..” Suna took your hand off of your mouth, pressing your palm to his toned abdomen. He smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you directly against him.

“Fancy meeting you here.” He smirked and leaned down to give you a soft kiss. Before pulling away completely, he whispered in your ear. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were a bit flustered right now.”

“Shut up.” You mumbled into his chest.

“Oh shit, no way?” He snorted, “You got a thing for firefighters, babe?” Suna stepped back, posing in a way that would only be present on the front cover of a “sexy first responder” themed calendar.

“You like what you see?” He asked with a cheeky grin.

“You’re such a dork!” You laughed, running over to him and stealing his toy axe. You whacked playfully at his arm and he squinted at you. Another devilish smirk crossed his lips and he flexed his biceps at you.

“If you wanted to see my muscles, you could’ve just asked me.” He winked at you.

“Oh my god, stop!” You threw the axe at him and ran away. He took this as a challenge, catching up to you in the blink of an eye and wrapping his arms around you. He picked you up effortlessly and tossed you on your bed.

“We need to get going.” You smiled. Suna nodded, flopping down on the bed next to you. You both turned on your sides to look at each other.

“Maybe I don’t wanna go now.” He said quietly.

“You didn’t want to go to begin with. If you really hate it, you can wear something else.” You sighed, pressing your palm against his cheek. “You could always do your original idea and go as Atsumu.”

Suna cracked up and shook his head. “I was kidding when I said that. I’m not putting that pig’s jersey on. Anyways, it’s fine. I don’t really hate this costume anymore.”

“Oh?” You blinked at him, “What changed in the past 20 minutes?”

“Mm,” Suna leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. He pulled away and gave you a tender, genuine smile. A smile meant for you and only you. The softest expression he could ever make and you were the reason behind it. “I liked the way you looked at me when you saw it.”

“What?!” You covered your mouth again, he shook his head and pulled your hand away.

“Stop acting like that. I loved it. Made me feel wanted.” He hesitated, thinking of how to finish his confession. “Not like you don’t always make me feel wanted… just, like, a bit extra. You looked like you wanted to eat me.”

You scrunched your nose at him and he laughed, giving you another kiss. “Am I wrong?”

“No. Okay. No. You’re sexy. So sexy it’s distracting.” You buried your face in his chest, “We’ve been trying to get ready for this party for almost an hour, Rin.”

“So what’s another 30 minutes?” His voice was barely a whisper as he pulled you on top of him. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of you since you put that costume on and all I can think about is taking it off.”

You looked down at him and your fiancé stared back up at you with nothing but adoration. You smiled again, leaning in to kiss him the way you’d been dying to all evening. Suna opened his mouth to let your tongue inside, the two of you moving from soft kisses to gasping for air and low groans in a matter of seconds.

He quickly flipped you over, hovering over you and pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you. So much. Fuck, I love you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back in for another kiss. “I love you too, Rin.”

“Good.” He leaned in and kissed down your neck, his hand working it’s way down to your waist. Sloppy, wet kisses with little bites causing quiet whines to escape from your lips.

“Now,” he mumbled against your skin, “let’s make these next 30 minutes count. We’ve got a party to go to.”

i made a quiz to determine which emotionally tortured and angelically talented art pop girl you are! here it is :-) reblog with your moon sign and who you get

sending so much love to everyone who feels like they’re never chosen as the best friend, as the partner, as the favorite. sending love to all of you who have been treated and felt like second best. sending love to all of you who have felt rejected and unwanted. to all of you who have had to try really hard to fit in because you felt like you never will. 

you are so loved. you will be seen and heard by the right people. you can trust that you are valuable and not defined by other people’s perceptions of you. if someone doesn’t see your worth, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

ugh my god, stupid frat boy gojo that turns out to be nothing like he seems.

yes, he's always at parties and being loud and reckless, but you take a swig of his jack and coke and only get the coke—because he really doesn't like the taste of alcohol that much.

yes, he's dating a new girl once a week and being fawned over constantly and hitting on everyone he sees, but his pick-up lines actually suck ??? and all the partners he moves on from all kind of say the same thing, that he never stops talking and is actually kind of weird ?? the sex isn't good or bad because there's no sex, at all.

and he's also much smarter than he looks and actually studies a lot in the library late at night and is a better tutor in physics than you could ever expected.

just as annoying as you figured, though.

it’s kinda silly how like people who like the same characters … like the same characters from other series

LIVE LAUGH LOVE FREAKS.

✧. ┊  “oh shit, yeah i love freaks.” ( 18 + )

╰┈➤ — haikyu!! men ; headcanons.

what kind of freaks the haikyu!! men are.

cw: pervy hq men, kinky bastards, need i say more? kuroo is mentioned twice bcs hes like a mix of both imo, lowercase & informal spelling + acryonyms intended !

OBVIOUS FREAKS

ATSUMU, oikawa, HONESTLY KINDAICHI??, tanaka, NISHINOYA, futakuchi, tendō, hear me out on hinata just a little, hanamaki, matsukawa, a little bit of kuroo, konoha, lev, sugawara, hayato, yahaba, koganegawa, bōkutō, suna, yamamoto, terushima, daishō, kuguri, inuoka, hoshiumi.

everyone knows they’re a freak and they aren’t afraid of that label too; in fact, they flaunt that shit like its a fucking first place, gold star, badge of honour medal for them. be careful around these men because whatever comes out of their mouths will not be pg 13. you need to run for the hills if sex is ever brought up in a conversation with these mfs because their horny has no off switch & they have zero filters. it is a daily battle to refrain from uttering the word “come” when talking to them. they could get a boner from the most random shit because it relates to some kink of theirs ?? like why are you hard from baking cookies,,, they’re the people who moan into the phone when their friend is calling their mom, yeah, those people. their one night stand stories are insane because crazy attracts crazy, meaning both parties’ kinks are equally as wild and thats a disaster waiting to happen. a one night stand with them will leave your body, mind and soul out of commission for a week straight because you will be physically broken and mentally unwell after being put through their crazy late night fantasies. they’re just preteen boys who never grew out of the hormonal horniness phase, or atleast learned how to turn it down a notch. most ( keyword; most ) of them are mr. hit it and quit it but they’re capable of finding someone, its just that their perception of woman is so severely warped by how much porn they’ve consumed they have impossibly high ( and strangely weird ?? ) standards so goodluck with that !!

SECRET FREAKS

KENMA, semi, shirabu, aone, yamaguchi, goshiki, kyōtani, osamu, kita, kunimi, akaashi, iwaizumi, kageyama, daichi, kawanishi, tsukishima, ushijima, did i mention kenma yet?, kuroo, yaku, kinoshita, ennoshita, washio, sakusa, akagi, hirugami, ginjima.

you would’ve never guessed they were one honestly, thats just how good they are at keeping it lowkey. their worst nightmare is their friends finding out what theyre like bcs they’d rather die than ever admit how needy and desperate they are. by the way they react to the very mention of sex you’d think they’re prudes or have never masturbated in their entire life because they’re either a) terrified and flustered of the topic or b) grossed out and disgusted as fuck BUT DON’T LET THEM FOOL YOU. they’re masters of acting cuz they’re actually the kinkiest mfs on the block and they’re probably even more wild than the obvious freaks when it comes to kinks. they probably read some nasty ass hentai to jack off to as well but you didn’t hear that from me.. don’t open their browser history btw unless you want to be traumatized indefinitely. their daydreams are so horny but you don’t even realize because they don’t show it on their faces, these mfs faces are STONE-COLD HARDENED. but just know that they’re imagining bending their crush over the teacher’s desk and rawdogging them for everyone to see in the middle of class while their teacher is explaining physics. they jack off in the shower and pretend they’re fucking their crush against the wall, and then proceed to do it AGAIN after their shower but this time against their bed.. most of them probably haven’t fucked in so long and thats why they’re like this bcs all their horniness has just manifested and multiplied x10. their kinks sometimes are more intense than the obvious freaks because these guys tend to like kinks that are so niche and bizarre that you didn’t even know they existed, and bcs they’re secretive about it their obsession with said kinks is greater than if they were open cuz its all bottled up and shit. once these mfs touch a women it is OVER FOR THEM !!

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