kenma-sweets
slowly crawling out of my burnout hole, please be patient with me lol | 18
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having online friends is just “i made food does anyone want some” “i’m gonna fight ur dad” “remember that time you made a typo a year ago that we Still remind you of daily” “i know your deepest trauma but not your last name” “here are the random plants i associate you with” “good morning at 9pm” “goodnight at 7am” “my dog says hi” “LMAO NERD. keep talking about obscure anime tho i’m interested” “hey i know you’re asleep right now but this meme made me think of you” “if we were irls we’d Totally be dating by now” “one day when we live together....” “dude i bet i can jump higher than you let’s have a contest Right Now” “i don’t know what this weird school rivalry you have is but i support you!!!!!!” “getting in the car Right Now to give you a hug” “if i eat lunch while you eat dinner it’s basically like we’re eating together” “i am holding your hand as we speak” “i am kissing you on the forehead right now” “here let me braid your hair for you” “i love you” “i love you” “i love you”
Luke Hillestad | Moth and Datura, 2023 | oil on hemp, 36 x 28 cm
@lukehillestad
redid my theme... gonna take down most posts 2morrow and slowly reupload...
been lurking 4ever... thinking of posting content again :>
@Fanfic writers:
My friend send me this link, is a series on a profile on Ao3 (tumblr) that has different tutorials to insert things to fanfics via html code, I thought I would share bc it’s really cool
Lists of tutorials:
How to make images fit in mobile browsers
This is a tutorial/live example on how to make large images fit on mobile browsers but remain normal size on desktop browsers.
How to mimic letters, fliers, and stationery without using images
This is a tutorial/live example on how to mimic the look of letters, fliers, and stationery (as well as other forms of written media) without using images. For all your epistolary fic needs.
How to make a “choose your own adventure” Fic
This is a tutorial/live example on how to create a "Choose Your Own Adventure" fic. While this has been explained before (see here), this particular tutorial shows you how to use a work skin to hide the next parts from the reader until they click through to get to them.
How to make linked footnotes on Ao3
This is a live example of how an author can create linked footnotes in their work with only a little bit of HTML and no workskins required. This is best viewed by clicking "Entire Work". While I've included the actual coding in bold and italic once you click "Hide Creator's Style", there's a more detailed explanation here.
How to change text on Ao3 when the cursor is hovering over it (or clicked on mobile)
This a tutorial/live example on how to have text change or appear once a cursor is hovering over it. Helpful for pop-up spoilers, language translations, quick author's notes, etc.
How to mimic author’s notes and Kudos/Comment buttons
Anonymous on tumblr: do you have a skin that would mimic the author’s notes and review/kudos buttons section from the end of a fic? the desired effect being that the fic could go on after the “end” of the fic, so after the author’s notes and review/kudos buttons
Here's a tutorial/live example to do just that, with some of the buttons actually functioning. I'll explain more inside!
How to wrap text around images
This is a tutorial/live example on how to align images to the left or right of the screen and have text wrap around them.
How to mimic email windows
This is a tutorial/live example on how to mimic email windows on AO3 without the need to use images.
How to make ios text messages on Ao3
This is a tutorial/live example on how to mimic iOS text messages on AO3 without the need to use images. There's also a chapter on how to have emojis displayed on AO3 as well.
How to make Customized page deviders
Bored with the default page dividers? This is a tutorial/live example on how customize your page dividers with no images needed (though I do show you how you could use images if you wanted to do such a thing).
How to make invisible text (That can be highlighted)
This is a live example how to make invisible text that can only be seen by highlighting the text. Tutorial is included in text, and you can always leave comments about questions you may have.
MOBILE USERS: Sadly, this probably won't work for you, since highlighting in a mobile browser is different than web. I've tried correcting this, but have yet to find a solution.
How to make a rounded playlist
Original coding and design is from layouttest. I make no claims for it, just tweaked it so it will work on AO3.
How to create notebook lined paper on Ao3
This is a live example of my AO3 skin that allows the author to recreate the look of lined notebook paper in their work. To learn more about it, you can find the tutorial here.
Sticky notes on Ao3 without using images
This is a live example of my AO3 skin that allows the author to recreate the look of sticky notes (aka Post-Its) in their fic. To learn more about it, you can find the tutorial here.
How to make deadpool’s thinking thinking boxes on Ao3
This is a live example of my AO3 skin that allows the author to recreate the look of Deadpool's thinking boxes in their fic. To learn more about it, you can find the tutorial here.
How to make newspaper articles on Ao3
This is a live example of my AO3 skin that allows the author to recreate the look of a newspaper article in their work. To learn more about it, you can find the tutorial here.
why is there so much art on my dash pls i cannot handle it
Message in a bottle
Summary: Suna says “I love you” again for the first time
Word count: 2.1k
Genre: ex-husband Suna and ex-wife reader; angst to fluff; Suna calls you a poop
Your first thought is: Suna.
Footsteps patter as you circle around your living room in a flourish of high knees and twirls. You end one phone call for another, squealing in your hand from the excitement. He answers you devotedly, expectedly.
“I got the job!”
“You got the job!”
“I got the job!”
“I knew you would!”
He matches your energy, triples the high, and makes all your insecurities disappear. This was a big promotion that skipped several rungs of the corporate ladder, far beyond your reach, but Suna vouched for you when you couldn’t.
It’s weird to be reminded of your value by an ex-husband. Your friends like to point it out whenever you mention him, as if ex-husband is an addendum to his name, but as the seasons cycled one over the other, so has your relationship.
You’ve done one full rotation from friends to lovers to strangers and to finally friends once more. By all means the transition wasn’t seamless and came with a learning curve quite steep, but the two of you are better off than even your first round of friendship.
“Let’s celebrate,” you offer without a second thought. “We should go out tonight. Fancy. I know we usually don’t do fancy but this deserves fancy!”
Where you expect immediate consent, Suna stutters instead. That cracked, almost yes shatters something in your chest. It could be your heart but maybe it’s a rib because it feels like you’ve lost your breath. You stop circling your living room to lean against a wall.
“Oh, are you busy?”
He hesitates, a single inhale answering you instead of words and now you can’t help but close your eyes in frustration. The descent from your high is slow, agonizingly so, as you bend at the knee to slide down to the floor before hitting rock bottom.
“You could have—” just the sound of your morose tone makes you choke. The disappointment should be familiar. After signing the divorce papers, you made a new promise to yourself which was to stop expecting anything from him. Yet here you are, committed only to the same mistakes of relying on someone you shouldn’t.
Falling into Rintaro is obsessive, a swallow into the deep. He makes it easy when the candid words people keep like secrets slip smoothly through his lips.
Maybe if you’d loved him a little older, when you’d learned falling in love is an ideal but being in love is the process, maybe then it wouldn’t have taken a couple of mistakes to whittle away from the foundation of your relationship. Disappointments were tallied like grudges and eventually, you two separated not even a year into marriage.
It took years of estranged meetings, secluded conversations when somehow the two of you were left alone in a room, and a couple of awkward phone calls when neither of you knew of anyone else to be vulnerable to to be where you are now and find that balance again.
Here you are once more, with the scales tipped away from your favor.
“You could have just said that.”
“The accounting manager invited me to this company event. I didn’t plan on going, but she asked and—”
“Ayame?”
He pauses, “yeah.”
“You could have said her name. I’ve met Ayame.” She never worried you but the fact that Suna decided to hide that detail does now even when it shouldn’t.
“Yeah.”
“So you’re going with her?”
“Is that okay?”
The instinctual answer falls flat behind gritted teeth. You want to say of course as if you even have a right. Maybe your friends should suffix your name as a reminder too with ‘ex-wife.’
“Why are you asking me? You know it doesn’t matter what I say.”
He hums a displeased sound. It makes you wince because you’re not quite sure you have enough restraint in you if he decides to push any further.
Gratefully, he simply changes the subject. “I still want to celebrate with you. You should have your day. Let me take you out to that one place we always talk about but never go.”
“No, I’m—”
“You said you deserve it,” Suna reminds, “and I agree.”
“No, it’s okay. I—“
“Quit being weird. Say, ‘Rin?’” he over exaggerates in pitch to imitate you, possibly clutching imaginary pearls. “‘Did you just agree with me? Who is on the phone right now because you’re not my ex-husband.’ And then I’ll tell you I ate him like Kirby. Then you ask me who’s Kirby—“
“I know who Kirby is.”
Suna disagrees almost a little too quickly, “nah, you don’t know who Kirby is. You know who Kirby is?”
“Yes! I know who Kirby is.”
“Well I’ll tell you about him anyways and educate you on 1990s Nintendo lore for the next fifteen minutes.”
You force a chuckle for his sake only. It convinces him because one more time, he says, “let me take you out.”
Relenting is the only option because Suna knows how to pick and choose his battles.
You can finally hear the smile in his voice, another surge of ache filling your chest when he asks, “next week?”
Next week comes but you’ve already made the necessary steps to isolate yourself from a repeated mistake. The gaps between texts gradually grow longer until you’re confident to leave him on read. Sometimes you’d call him after work just to update him about your day, but instead you change out that piece of your routine for a compelling new podcast.
He allows you to let go in grace, a clean rip versus the tattered remains of your past marriage and it’s rewarding to witness the growth.
Suna doesn’t even argue when your response to him asking what time he should set the reservations is think i have a fever. can’t make it
You think you’ve outdone yourself, unexpectedly content on your quiet weekend. The floor feels smooth as you glide your toes along it, swept and polished from earlier. Your new candle is burning and your blanket’s delicately soft and warm from the dryer.
These are the hobbies of an ex-spouse, independently involved from their ex-lover. Suna is only a passing thought when you imagine his face when he receives your message but you carefully tuck him away. Somewhere special. Somewhere far.
Unfortunately, your phone, though, is in your palm. It rings with a call from Suna. His name erupts a mess in your chest that you thought you’d cleaned. You throw your phone to the side, shove it into the cracks of your sofa so that it may muffle the sound. He calls again, followed by a flurry of texts, and then another phone call. Then eventually, silence.
You exhale a breath of relief. It’s clear now, that you have to move on. It’s a peace you’ve come to terms with.
Peace that is shattered by someone banging on your door. It’s only ominous for a second, heart racing, until it is accompanied by your phone ringing once more.
Apprehension tremors into your fingers as they clumsily reach for the device.
“Thanks for answering the phone,” Suna grits, “now the door.”
“I’m sick!” you throw in a dry cough for good measure.
“August 16, 2015. We used that same excuse to bail on Atsumu when we woke up too late from a nap.” He pauses for your reply but you don’t even know what to say. “January 3, 2016 we did the same thing to Komori. We told him you had a fever, sent him a picture of you with a rag over your head–”
“You did not tell me that!”
“–and everything. And then you actually got sick two days later and you said you’d never do it again because of karma. I sent you the pics if you actually read my text messages. I’ve got the receipts. That’s our excuse so tell me why you are trying to use it on me.”
“I’m not using anything on you!” You sniffle exaggeratedly over the phone, “I’m sick. Stop yelling at a sick person.”
“Prove it.”
Your face twists at the incredulous request, “how am I supposed to do that? Do you want me to slide my used tissue under the door?”
Suna chuckles. He sounds less mad, “no. Send me a picture of your outfit.”
“What?”
“You have a sick fit.”
“A sick fit?” There’s deliberate pauses between each word, enunciating them so Suna can hear exactly how ridiculous he sounds.
“You wear that dumb hoodie you got from a souvenir shop in Harajuku because they have the thumb holes on the sleeve and always a pair of fuzzy socks.”
It’s impossible not to huff, “you don’t know me.”
“Of course I know you,” he whispers, “you’re my ex-wife, you poop. So open the door for your ex-husband.”
“Poopy ex-husband,” you say, finally softening.
Suna laughs, “sure. Poopy ex-husband.”
Breathing feels easier now, as if without your even knowing, Suna’s resolved everything. There’s comfort in the fear, companionship maybe. So you take steps back towards him and open the door.
His typical, sharp eyes dart up to you when you do, analyzing your expression with a rigid jaw then dropping to check your attire. He smirks slightly while pushing his way in.
“Called it,” he says, celebratory. “I knew you weren’t sick.”
You can’t help but point out the bag of takeout in his hands, “is that soup?”
He’s nonchalant when he says, “contingency planning. What if you were actually sick? I’d be a dick if I barged in here and I was wrong.”
“You’re a dick anyways.”
“Maybe,” Suna sets the food down on your small dining table. You take a step forward, planning to continue the banter but there’s an intensity when he turns around that stills you where you stand. You shift your weight to the heels of your feet to escape the brunt of his stare.
“But you’re a liar.” He articulates the final word with accusation but cracks at the end. If he weren’t your ex-husband, if you didn’t know what he looked like at the altar and in front of a notary public, then you would have overlooked it. He’s hurt, clear in the crumbled edges near his lips, and you’re the reason why.
His pain swallows you to him. You pull him into an embrace that crashes the both of you onto the ground. He knocks his head against your chair but he ignores it to pull you in. His palm presses to the back of your head, pushing you into his chest.
“You should have just told me,” Suna rushes to speak, as if this moment could be swept from him at any moment. “I would have never gone with Ayame if it bothered you.”
You shake your head. Doing so, you dip deeper into his neck, “that’s not it.”
“Then what was it?” Honesty ladens his statement. Accompanied by the rocking motion he’s got the both of you in, it seems like he really wants to know.
“I got scared.”
“Scared?”
“We haven’t been acting very divorcey lately and I guess it scared me.”
He hums as he sways you for a little while longer. You situate yourself against him by tucking your legs to your chest. He presses you closer.
“I can send you divorce memes in the morning,” Suna offers. “We can threeway a phone call with our lawyer for the hell of it.”
You giggle, “you know that’s not what I meant.”
“Good,” he says. Suna leans down to press against the top of your head. It feels too close to a kiss, a whisper of it. “I like what we have now.”
You concur with a nod into his chest, burrowing your face closer to him.
“I get to love you in a way I’ve never loved you,” your heart suspends in both anticipation and dread because he loves you. They’re words that you’d both thrown away into the ocean long before you even divorced and not even this slow kindling of your relationship, whatever this may be, has ever given either of you the confidence to say it again. He just has and the sound of it makes you tingle between your shoulders. There’s excitement but also fear because just as he’s said, it’s not the same.
You yearn for more, unsatisfied with the faded edges of affection. It’s easier now to admit to yourself that you love him too. Though you’re not sure you’re the same as him. You love him. You love him the way you promised you always would.
“What,” you shuffle against his hold and perch your chin against his collar bone. Your nose lands near his pulse. He smells of memories – of Monday mornings and midday meltdowns. He smells of everything in the in between that you can’t quite wrap around where he begins and ends. You swallow before finishing your words carefully, “do you mean?”
Suna tilts his head toward you. Bangs frame sharp lines in front of his eyes but aren’t enough to mask the intensity in his gaze.
He looks at you like an altar, vowing, “like how I’m supposed to.”
them reacting to you being sick
A/N: sry about the wait :3 i hope everyone enjoys <3
DOES NOT KNOW how to take cake of anyone !!!! definitely misread the instructions on the medicine label. probably also thinks that taking double the dosage makes it work faster… you’re better off taking care of yourself
lev, mattsun, tendou
insists that you have to get up and move around to get better (regardless of how sore or tired you are). they have never taken care of someone before in their life
hinata, bokuto, koganegawa
don’t even THINK about doing anything for yourself. they is at your beck and call. you shift because you get too hot ? they are already removing one of your (many) blankets and giving you cool water
sugawara, yamaguchi, iwaizumi, ushijima
is sick with you
kenma, asahi, oikawa
likes and reblogs are much appreciated <3
sakusa is staring at you. this in itself is not unusual. he’s not one for words, and his tolerance for touch can be mostly unpredictable, so the staring is just a thing he ends up doing sometimes.
just your luck that today, he seems more intent on it than usual - on the exact day it makes your skin crawl more than usual. you feel gross. like he’s eyeing you the way he eyes tables that need to be wiped down.
“uhm.. omi?”
he hums. not even a worded response, just a hum.
“sorry.”
at that, he startles, pulling himself up straighter to his full sitting height. “wait, for what?”
“that i’m having a bad week.”
“‘s not your fault, though.”
“maybe, but it’s made my attitude absolutely horrible. and also… i’m going to have to ask you to leave. i need- i need space.”
“oh. uh…” sakusa is a little stuck. you’ve never directly asked him to leave before. while he could be offended, he’s a little more awed that you’re finally starting to make selfish demands of him. “okay. i’ll be at the gym, i guess. or home, depending how long you need. do you need me to do anything first or while i’m gone? groceries or anything?”
you just need him out so you can let yourself feel every holed up emotion you need to feel. “no, thank you. you can text me if you want, but i’m turning off my phone until my head is on right.”
“okay. take care, love. call me when you’re ready.”
even though you asked for it, the lack of omi is abrupt. but he’s not stupid. he’s pretty well-versed in the science of you, and he thinks he knows at least half of what’s going on in your head. if you told anyone else, they wouldn’t believe you, but omi writes you love letters pretty regularly, and that night, he pens another to slide under your door in the morning:
Continua a leggere
Note: got my hair done, had to self project lmao and then it got really long and sappy
[text logs of Y/N and Sunarin]:
You: so it’s almost the new semester
Suna: oh is it really?
You: 🙄💀 shut up
You: you know what I mean
Suna: is it time?
You: it’s time
“It’s time,” you’d said. Time for your pre-semester makeover. For reasons Suna has never pretended to understand, you insist on being the hottest person in the lecture hall, semester after semester - at least for the first week before you default to barely brushed hair and wearing his clothes every day.
It’s always something different, depending on your mood and budget. One year it was just your nails. Most years, it’s a haircut of some sort. One year, it was a few new outfits that made him forget how to breathe.
It’s time - and you refused to tell Rin what your makeover would be this semester. Until…
He hears his door open. It’s you, with his spare key, shouting, “Rin!” as soon as you shut and lock the door behind you. “Come look!”
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
With all the athleticism of a two year old, he sprints through the house on socked feet, slipping on his tiled floor and almost busting his head open in his rush to see his pretty girl. He’s been fantasizing about previous versions of you all day; poor guy is about to die because every version of you is the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. Every time.
There you are now, hair cut short, highlighted in bold colors. He remembers days gone by when you didn’t have confidence for any of this, hiding behind curtains of undyed, barely styled hair, but now you beam at him like you own the world. And you do. His world.
The sight of you stops him in his tracks. “Fuck,” he whispers. “Fuck me. Baby, I’m going to have to learn boxing or something.” He scans all around your face, moving his head around to observe the way the color changes under the light.
Tipping your head, you tease, “Why’s that? Volleyball not enough of a workout for you?”
“Every year, you get prettier, and I have to fight off more suitors. Damn, you’re gorgeous.” He finally comes close enough to touch you, to drag his fingers through your hair. He kisses the top of your head, then your forehead, then…
You whisper, “You tease,” when he lingers millimeters from your lips. Hooking two fingers into his belt loops, you tug him forward. he stumbles a bit, straightens up away from your face, though the rest of him is closer than before. “Thank you.”
“…For?” He raises his eyebrows.
With a shrug, you respond. “For being you. For convincing me I’m pretty enough for… all this. And for loving my personality too. You know… You remember how I was when we started dating, and I only grew this much because you convinced me it was okay. Convinced me that I had to before you left me behind.”
“I would never leave you behind.” Rin sounds scandalized but the very thought.
“I know that now. But once I started looking for ways to be better for you, I found ways to be better for me too.”
There are no words to his response. Just soft, emotion-filled eyes and his hands creeping into the back pocket of your jeans. “Thank you. For looking this hot and still coming back to me every time.”
It’s not romantic, objectively speaking. But there’s a lot he’s said there without saying it. It’s in his tone, his stance, his eyes. It’s in every fiber of his being that doesn’t need words.
It’s, I love you. I’m proud of you. You can do whatever you want with me because I trust that it will only be good. I never want to lose you.
It’s a language the two of you are still developing, your own unreliable way of saying things without really saying them.
“Shut up, loser. Now get your hands out of my pockets and make me some dinner.”
“Is that any way to speak to your loving boyfriend?”
“It is when I’ve spent the last three hours in the salon. Come on, gimmie food.”
“So demanding.”
“Rin.”
“Yes, darling. Right away, darling.”
“…We can go for ice cream after this.”
“I have ice cream in the freezer.”
“Rin.”
“Yes ma’am, we’re going for ice cream after this. It’s a date. Me and the most beautiful woman in the universe.”
wake-up call
A/N : i’m back :D i really missed writing so i thought i’d start posting on my favorite shitpost site
summary : who’d wake you up in the morning and how they’d do it
inches slowly out of bed so they don’t wake you up. if you show any sign of being disturbed, they will STOP BREATHING and become a living statue
yamaguchi
shakes you like a magic 8 ball
atsumu, tendou
yanks the covers away from you, if they’re awake so are you !!!
suna, mattsun, osamu, sugawara (he is secretly a menace), kuroo
tries their absolute hardest not to wake you but does it anyway. trips over a cord or smth
bokuto, nishinoya, hinata, ushijima
you wake them up
kenma, asahi, tanaka, sakusa, oikawa
gently taps your shoulder and waits for you to wake up
daichi, aran
opens the blinds, turns on all the lights, probably has an alarm set
iwaizumi, akaashi, kita
hope you enjoyed ! likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3
new post this weekend maybe
welp... i’m back ????
rlly miss writing so if there’s anyone still here... HELLO
writers:
break up your paragraphs. big paragraphs are scary, your readers will get scared
fuuuuck epithets. “the other man got up” “the taller woman sat down” “the blonde walked away” nahhh. call them by their names or rework the sentence. you can do so much better than this (exception: if the reader doesn’t know the character(s) you’re referring to yet, it’s a-okay to refer to them by an identifying trait)
blunette is not a thing
new speaker, new paragraph. please.
“said” is such a great word. use it. make sweet love to it. but don’t kill it
use “said” more than you use synonyms for it. that way the use of synonyms gets more exciting. getting a sudden description of how a character is saying something (screaming, mumbling, sighing) is more interesting that way.
if your summary says “I suck at summaries” or “story better than summary” you’re turning off the reader, my dude. your summary is supposed to be your hook. you gotta own it, just like you’re gonna own the story they’re about to read
follow long sentences w short ones and short ones w long ones. same goes for paragraphs
your writing is always better than you think it is. you just think it’s bad because the story’s always gonna be predicable to the one who’s writing it
i love u guys keep on trucking
yeah this actually happened like 100% canon
you: *sneezes*
iwaizumi: are you sick?? *gets you a tissue* i swear to GOD *gives you medicine* it's because you keep staying up LATE *prepares you a healthy meal* and you eat like SHIT *draws you a hot bath* you're ALWAYS on your computer *gives you a blanket* this CANNOT keep happening *tucks you in bed* ENOUGH IS ENOUGH *takes away your laptop* GO TO SLEEP
them as ways i’ve died in botw
this was so much fun to write ! i should have something longer out in a couple days ♡
atsumu - didn’t think you could take fall damage and jumped off the ledge after the opening cutscene
sugawara - blew himself up with a bomb arrow on death mountain
kenma - no deaths !!!! god gamer !!!! got 1 shotted by a lynel
bokuto - got struck by lightning :/
nishinoya - dropped a metal chest on himself
tendou - ran out of stamina while paragliding
yachi - tried to sneak into an enemy camp but whistled instead of crouching
aone - mud pool. that’s it.
oikawa - freaked out at his first guardian interaction and forgot the controls </3
hope you enjoyed ! :) likes and reblogs are much appreciated ♡
the sun peaks through the curtains, beams landing on already warm skin. sakusa’s hands wrap tightly your frame—afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.
“good morning” he whispers into your shoulder, curls buried in the crook of your neck.
you stretch before replying, “mornin’ are you going in ?”
he hums, “later,” pulling away only slightly to study your face.
your fingers trace his jaw and then circle his moles. breath hitching when your eyes meet, the corners of his lips quirk upwards.
your eyes close again, and you lean further into his warmth.
“shower ?” you voice your thoughts, giggling lightly when he shuffles further into the covers.
“too far,” kiyoomi mumbles, burying his face into your neck and pulling you impossibly closer to him.
you shift onto his side of the bed and lay on his chest. “that’s fine,” you manage through a yawn.
sakusa’s warmth and steady heartbeat lulls you back to sleep. neither of you quite ready to start your day.
hope you enjoyed :) likes and reblogs are much appreciated ♡
AGAIGAIS
[4:05 PM] MIYA ATSUMU
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you’ve decided that you cannot stand miya atsumu.
and you don’t mean that—at least not entirely—but he’s standing in front of you, bag slung over his shoulder and a stupid little smile dragging across his lips, and you’re sure if you had a little more faith in your fighting ability you would punch him.
“i’m just asking for one chance—and if you hate it you’ll never have to hear from me again.” he raises a brow and both of you know that’s more than a lie.
“not to be dramatic but i’d rather be caught dead than on a date with you ‘tsumu.”
“oh c’mon, you’re breaking my heart,” he hums.
and you’re sure you could kill him, “good.”
he laughs—breathy and warm and a little more appealing than you’d ever care to admit. and if he hadn’t asked you out three times this week—if he hadn’t brought flowers to your locker and insisted on walking you home and showed up at your door in a thunderstorm—you’re sure you would find him much less endearing.
“what about that coffee shop you like? the one downtown?” he raises his hands in the air, as if that’ll make his offer any more appealing. “i’ll buy you anything you want.”
“and if i order the most expensive thing on the menu?”
he grins, “i guess i’m buying the most expensive thing on the menu.”
oh, and you cannot stand miya atsumu. you can’t stand the way he smiles and you can’t stand the way he stands at your locker and you absolutely can’t stand that now, as he stands at your door in the pouring rain, he still has that pretty little smile on his face.
“and if i hate it i never have to hear from you again?” you ask.
“only if you hate it,” he replies.
you shift on your feet, eyeing him as he stands in your doorway, and you decide that the only thing you can’t stand more than atsumu is the fact that you’re so tempted to say yes.
“i’m gonna hate it.” he shakes his head.
“you think i’d let that happen after all this? not in a million years, angel.”
you sigh, hoping he doesn’t notice the smile that crawls up your cheeks.
(he does)
“you seem a little too sure of yourself right now.”
“it’s confidence. you should try it sometime.” his gaze falls over your face and you already know you’ve set yourself up. “start by having some in me maybe.”
oh, how you hate him.
“one chance, miya.”
and he smirks, “one chance.”
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mkay gonna work on my carrd for a bit and then clean
hope everyone enjoys my suga hcs <3
sugawara as your boyfriend
my brain is currently rotting bc of suga ! love him so much so i definitely went heavy in the simp department </3
the most chaotic person ever
everyone thinks he’s the sweetest but he annoys you for sport an actual menace
will pinch you just for fun
definitely unplugged your phone charger while you were using it
then used it for his own phone :/
don’t try to get him back, i promise you’ll regret it (he always has something up his sleeve)
but he always makes up for it so maybe it’s not so bad
not true, he sabotaged your spotify wrapped by playing your least favorite artist when you weren’t around
pretty lowkey about your relationship. he doesn’t mind people knowing— but prefers not to share details
if you ask suga for help with your homework, he’ll either tease you or doodle on your arm
only serious 5% of the time
his favorite dates are game nights
arcades ? laser tag ? board games ? basically, anything where he can be competitive
please don’t ever play monopoly, he’s vicious and will kick your ass
will force you to get up early with him to be “productive” (rip night owls aka me)
koushi’s the type to ask to read you to sleep but wake you up every time you doze off because he has to “finish the job”
surprises you with little trinkets (a random bracelet he made, a charm he bought at a vendor, polaroid pictures from when he was younger)
somehow convinced you to get a pet with him
you now have 3 ferrets and 5 goldfish :’)
suga loves to go on long drives with you. doesn’t care who drives or where you’re going, he loves any time spent with you
you’ll be gone for a day and a half because he didn’t want to go home tbh same
will get a bunch of matching t-shirts when you guys go on roadtrips
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you guys DON’T understand !!!! big nose sakusa is my favorite agenda i WILL die with that claim
kiyoomi has a big, hooked nose that sticks out far from his side profile. he broke it a few times playing volleyball, and it sits crookedly on his “otherwise perfect” face. he’s never liked it, often wishing he could put it back to how it once was, but with the way you kiss the bridge of it and remind him of how handsome you think he is just as he is, he thinks he can bear the imperfection.