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his fangirls: you're lying. here is a link to my overanalyzed "moments" that prove otherwise and a list of good fluff gojo boyfriend scenarios for you to read <3
friend: omg you know what the saddest part of naruto is? pein killing jiraiya-
me: too fast, i know. he should've killed him slowly and given me more time to relish that old toad looking ugly pedophilic child neglecting sexual harasser's death, a shame, really.
thinking about how the whole uchiha massacre could've been avoided if they made fugaku hokage instead of minato.. but of course konoha didn't, and then made a thirteen year old believe that killing his clan in cold blood was the only way to preserve peace. fugaku tolerated konoha's shit for so long and sacrificed his pride a shit ton of times just for the sake of peace, he could've made a great hokage and minato wouldn't have minded waiting a decade since he was still young. for a bunch of senile hags that preach peace, they sure avoided the one option that could've produced zero casualties.
neji: the hyuuga clan forcibly marks the branch families, we are forced to give our lives up for the head family and when i was like seven i almost got my cranial nerves crushed to death just because i kicked hinata a little too hard
naruto: ok and? hinata's dad is strict, your levels of suffering are the same so shut up and endure the cranial nerve crushing torture until i become hokage some twenty years later and change the clan traditions, if you don't die for the head family before then lol
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happy birthday to the miya twins, especially to my baby daddy and the loml miya osamu <3
"samu," you yell, running into his arms as he engulfs you in a bear hug, buring his head into your neck. you kick the front door close with your foot, grinning down at him as you run your fingers through his hair.
"samu," you repeat, taking his face into your hands and lifting it up so his eyes meet yours. "it's almost midnight, you know what that means." you bite your lip to contain your smile, eyes lighting up with excitement.
"uhh, sex?" osamu says, making you scowl. but nothing could hinder your good spirits for the day as you brighten up once again, letting him lead you both to the couch. "sure, if that's what you want, mr. birthday boy," you say, just as the clock struck twelve.
osamu's eyes widen in realisation, lips parting as it hit him. it was his birthday, and he's been too busy to remember. but how could he complain when he had the world's best gift wrapped in loose pajamas waiting to jump into his arms and smother him with love the second he comes home? and what better time than to ravish said gift than his birthday?
"soooo.." he drags out, grinning at you as he plops you down on the couch, hovering above you. "how 'bout that birthday sex?"
you groan, pushing at him weakly but really, how could you possibly deny him?
it's miya osamu, for fuck's sake, it's his birthday, and you just have to admit.. twenty six never looked better.
just imagine big, intimidating 6'3 athlete ushijima melting into your embrace like a baby the second you open the door, because he isn't scary like people automatically assumed he was, he is a sweetheart, your cute, lovely waka-chan that can never seem to say no to you, a pure gentleman that holds open doors for you to enter, is always nice to you, very open to criticism from his teammates or even rivals, is kind to elderly people and always considerate to his fans.
your boyfriend is just pure perfection bottled into a gigantic build, and that's just the way you love him.
"this is the worst day of my life," kiyoomi groans, burying his head into your chest as he lets out an audible sigh. you laugh, running your fingers through his soft curls as you engulf his broad shoulders into a tight hug. you still can't believe that your 6'3, usually solemn and mature, national player of a boyfriend was pouting at you, sulking about his favourite hair conditioner running out.
"baby," you deadpan, "you won a very important match today." kiyoomi props his face up, his chin planted under your chest, his pout only getting deeper. "yes," he agrees, his voice sounding disgruntled. "and then atsumu who was still sweaty hugged me as i was heading out the showers, and i had to shower again and my conditioner's run out by then."
he face planted onto your torso again, whining about how his hair didn't feel right without it. you can't help but smile at him, wondering how he has the ability to switch from being so serious to.. this. you feel your heart thump louder, taken over by a sense of pride at the fact that you are the only person he shows this side of himself to.
his pouty, clingy, childish, adorable side.
"omi," you say, brushing your fingers through his soft curls. "move up, baby." your boyfriend nods, obliging as he lets out a huge yawn. you hold his face in your arms, smiling at his tired and sour expression. "aw, don't be such a sour puss, omi. i'll go buy you the conditioner first thing in the morning, okay?" you plant a kiss on his lips, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. "for now, just bask in your win and get some well deserved sleep."
he nods, his pout being replaced with a small smile. whatever would he do without you?
kiyoomi buries his face into your neck, cuddling close to you. you tilt your head downwards, kissing his head and then smoothing his curls out. you notice how his hair didn't have it's usual bounce, not that you'd ever voice the thought out loud. "i'm so proud of you, kiyoomi," you find yourself saying instead, surprising yourself. "you did so well in today's match."
he hums contentedly, his warm breath tickling your neck as his hand entangles itself into yours so naturally like they were made to hold each other. you continue playing with his hair, placing gentle kisses on top of his head every now and then, your hand caressing his back.
you hear kiyoomi yawn into your neck, and you continue to rock his half asleep body in silence, making a mental note to restock his conditioner before time for his morning shower.
"i love you s' much, y/n. i got s' lucky with you."
his voice comes out muffled, but you're touched nonetheless, since your boyfriend wasn't exactly great at expressing his love in words.
"ugh, 'm so tired," he grumbles into your skin, "wanna talk more, baby." you shake your head, and then realise he can't see you. "no, kiyoomi," you say sternly. "we'll talk all you want after we wake up, baby. for now, you need rest."
"yes ma'am." kiyoomi's voice is barely above a whisper at this point, already having fallen asleep in your arms, feeling safe and sound.
"i love you too, baby," you tell him, even though you know he can't hear you. but he does, that being the last thing he hears before drifting into a comfortable, rewarding sleep, a small smile etching onto his face.
and so you kiss his head for the last time for the night before turning the lights off and closing your eyes as well, breathing in kiyoomi's familiar scent and basking in his comforting touch as you find yourself getting sleepy too.
summary: is there a difference between the love a friendship holds, and the love someone in love feels?
cw: none.
wordcout: 6.8k.
kazutora taps his shoes against the pavement in front of the shop.
it’s cloudy, surprisingly, since it was the middle of summer, and just yesterday the sun had crawled into kazutora’s skin, stinging enough for him to cause a ruckus— which he didn’t, of course, there were a few customers and kids inside the shop for him to curse the nature like that. he had done it once though, and his boss had made sure he not only apologized, but deeply regretted it too.
he wasn’t really a fan of summer, that was true. sunny days weren’t that fun, but cloudy, cold days weren’t any better.
still, the clouds were the least of his worries, only that kazutora didn’t want to admit it out loud.
— in which atsumu tries to salvage what's left of your sinking relationship.
category: angst with comfort
atsumu stares at your sleeping figure wistfully, wondering where it all began to go wrong. was it him? was it you? was it distance? or was it just that what you both had wasn't strong enough to withstand the tides of time? he didn't know. all he knew was that your relationship had begun to fizzle out quite some time ago and that the two of you were hanging on for dear life, but he wonders how much longer it's going to last for. not that long if it keeps sailing in this direction.
it might have been better if it ended quickly, like a ship crashing into a huge iceberg, that would have been less painful that what is happening to you two currently. it's like a small hole had opened up in the hull, making your relationship sink painfully slowly as the two of you simply watch on in silent horror, waiting for the inevitable to happen.
a massive shipwreck is in the works, and it's bound to happen anytime soon, and all you know is that you will drown, having lost the strength to fight a long time ago.
but what you don't know is that atsumu still wants to fight. he wants to salvage what you two have left, to gather all the broken pieces and put them all back together and hopefully make something beautiful out of the pain, because unlike you, your boyfriend isn't a quitter. he never was, and never will be, but the only problem is that atsumu can't find a reason to hold onto your love.
to him, it seems like a distant memory, something from the past. it seems nostalgic, like something out of his reach. all he needs is one reason to stay. one reason to try harder, to hold your hand in his and promise you that you'll both be just fine. just one reason.
and he will keep holding onto the thin thread that holds you two together until he finds that reason, because he promised you years ago that he'll make it last, and even if he can't, he'll go down trying.
you roll over in your sleep, and atsumu gulps, realising how long it's been since he last admired your beauty. you look so peaceful and undisturbed, and his heart aches reminiscing of the times you used to doze off on his chest as a boring movie played in the background. you never reached out to him anymore, not even in your sleep, the same you that used to lean into his touch almost as if it was second nature.
it's almost as if you've gotten used to being without him by your side, and it hurts.
it hurts atsumu to see you move on when you two haven't even ended things yet, and for a short moment, he considers if all this was even worth fighting for, but he quickly brushes the thought away, thinking back to your college days and how you two would never even have stayed together if you thought the same way that he did now.
he smiles, thinking of how you used to patiently wait for him when he's had to attend sudden overtime practices, how you graciously forgave him everytime he fell asleep during dates, tired from practice, how you used to show up to every game and silence the loud cheers, knowing they'd mess with his concentration, how you used to tell him to get 'em the next time whenever he lost and how you were just as excited as he was when he got scouted into a v1 league, jumping around and planting kisses onto his head, muttering how proud you were of him and how far he's come.
you used to be his support system and the backbone of your relationship, and now it's his turn to take over that role because this time around, he knows you're tired, so he'll just have to be patient with you as well, because just like quitting volleyball after losing a couple matches isn't an option, quitting on the love of his life because of a rough patch isn't either.
atsumu tucks a stray strand of your hair behind your ears, smiling as he mentally scolds himself for ever wanting a reason to fight for you, he has millions of reasons already, he just forgot about them for a while.
absently caressing your hair, atsumu wonders if taking you to the burger place where you two had your first date would be a good idea to reconcile, only to freeze in his tracks at the sudden sensation of you moving closer to him, leaning into his touch.. just the way you used to.
overwhelmed with excitement, he pulls you closer to his chest, hugging you tight as he buries his face into your neck, practically suffocating you and causing you to wake up from your peaceful slumber, gasping for air.
"you're holding me too t-tight," you manage to choke out, tapping his back as he releases you, still looking dazed. "why are you still up? it's past four in the morning, atsumu," you say, yawning loudly. your boyfriend frowns, his heart sinking again at the way you called him by his name. he missed the times where you lovingly addressed him as 'tsumu or some other sappy nickname.
"what's wrong?" you ask, eyes growing bigger as your drowsiness evaporates seeing the way atsumu's shoulders slouch sadly. as much as you want to go back to sleep, you can't just ignore him, especially when he looks so uncharacteristically dull.
"yer gonna leave me, aren't ya?" he says out of the blue, taking you by surprise. sure, things have been bad for a while now, and you're so close to giving up, but breaking up hasn't even crossed your mind yet. you open and then shut your mouth, unable to answer him.
"do ya still love me, y/n?" atsumu tries again, his hands coming to a rest on your shoulders. you nod almost reflexively, just like how you jump back after touching flaming cinders, like there's no other choice. you gave up on loving atsumu physically long ago, it's gotten too taxing and tiring and you felt like you weren't getting the same energy back from him, but your mind and heart have never stopped loving him, and all you ever needed was one reason to keep trying, to keep holding onto him, because you really didn't want to let go.
"i do, i can't ever stop loving you," you admit, your voice barely coming out as a croak, and you mean every word you said. atsumu smiles, although it doesn't reach his eyes. "but do ye love me enough to try?" you tense up at what he said, his question hitting you right at the one spot you didn't want to be hit at.
"do you?" you shoot back, heart thumping loudly in your chest. "because i'm tired, i'm so fucking tired of always being the one that has to try harder and fight a little more." your words shock you just as much as they shock him. for once at least, you want atsumu to show you he cares as much as you do.
"y/n," says atsumu, hands lifting off of your shoulders and moving to cup your jaw instead. "please, jus' look at me, baby," he pleads, as you slowly lift your head up, blinking back tears. you know it's your fault for letting it all get this far when you could've just told him to try harder before your relationship fell apart, but you were too immature, too stubborn, and you wanted your boyfriend to read you and understand your needs just like you understood his.
"ye know how fuckin' dumb i am, love," he says, leaning in and pressing your foreheads and noses together. "i know i can't read ya and sometimes 'm too slow to understand what ye want me to do, that never means i don't love ya, 'kay?" you nod, sniffing, knowing that what he's saying is genuine.
"fuck, i wish i was smarter than this, but even if i can be infuriating sometimes, 'm still yer man, y/n, ye can always gimme a good ol' slap on the back, face even, if you want me to try more," he says, pressing a soft kiss right next to your lips. "next time, jus' yell at me, baby, go crazy, tell me what 'm doin' wrong, pick a fight, but don' ever leave me, okay? i dunno what i'd do without ya."
you nod, your hands wrapping around his neck. "sorry i didn't tell you how i felt," you say. "i was being childish, i won't do it again."
atsumu shakes his head, rocking you back and forth comfortingly. "don' ever apologise ta me, love, yer too good to me," he says soothingly. "yer always too patient with me, it's 'bout time you acted up, i'll try ta be more understanding."
"i love you so much, 'tsumu," you rasp into his shoulder, drinking in his warmth and basking in his affection after so long. "we should make more time for each other too, this only got this far because we became too career oriented and got busy to the point where our relationship lost it's spark." your boyfriend nods into your neck. "we gotta reignite this shit till it's as bright as carnival fireworks, baby," he says, making you smile. you missed this. you missed him, and even the tiniest possibility of going back to being like how you used to be during the glory days of your relationship makes you feel giddy.
"i'll take a day off practice tomorrow, wanna go to that burger place where we had our first date?" atsumu says, grinning up at you.
you nod, smiling broadly in so long. "yeah, i'll take a day off work too, let's do it."
and just like that, you feel the sinkhole in the ship closing up slowly but surely. things are obviously still far from perfect, but it's a start. your relationship has been salvaged, with your boyfriend inspiring you to swim after the broken fragments, because if it's you and him, you're sure you can piece everything back together to create something stronger than you had before.
because all it takes is one moment. either for a relationship to fall apart, to start afresh, or to salvage a broken relationship, all it takes is that one golden moment that decides everything, and that moment for you was your boyfriend stepping up to start a conversation that you two so desperately needed.
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there's lots of things that you adore— long hugs, baby animals, hot chocolate and many more, but you must admit that of all the little things that give you joy, coming home to see your four year old daughter cuddled up on sakusa's chest is your absolute favourite.
you feel your heart warm at the sight, all your worries slowly fading away. you remain at the doorway, silently watching the dad-daughter duo laying on the couch, a loving smile etched on your face.
you watch your daughter place her tiny fingers on sakusa's forehead moles, looking fascinated. "what's wrong, princess?" you hear him ask. "you don't like daddy's moles?" your daughter shakes her head, getting up to sit on his chest. "not enough, daddy. you need more," she says, crossing her arms and pouting at him. "gonna give you some more."
"yeah?" sakusa asks. "is two moles not enough?" your daughter nods solemnly, making you let out a giggle at how serious she's being, and this causes the two heads of curly hair to turn to your direction, pretty faces breaking into welcoming smiles, and you can't help but stare in awe at how alike they look.
it's so unfair how much your little girl resembles him, really. from the soft ringlets of curly hair to the exact same dimpled smile that could melt even the hardest of hearts, your daughter is an exact copy of your husband, and it just makes you love her even more.
leaving your shoes at the entrance, you pick up your excited daughter in your arms, kissing her head as she wraps her arms around your neck.
"mommy," she begins, eyes lighting up. "let's give daddy more moles." you grin at sakusa, who looks pleasantly defeated. he never denies your daughter's requests, no matter how ridiculous they might be, and that's both his fatal flaw, and also the reason he's undoubtedly her favourite parent.
"you wanna give daddy more? why? he already has two," you say, setting her down and going to peck sakusa on the lips. "daddy's handsome with them, so he needs more," your daughter says stubbornly, beggining to pout again. "damn right, princess," you say, beaming at her. "let's give daddy more, i'll get the marker, alright?" your daughter nods excitedly, cute curls bouncing in the dim lighting and once again you're reminded of how much she looks like her father. looking at your little princess only makes you fall in love with sakusa more, and you silently thank the heavens above for the beautiful sight of two dimpled smiles waiting for you at home, ready to lighten up the darkest of your days.
you grab a marker from the shelf, setting your handbag over the counter and gently toss it over to your daughter, who promptly catches it, making you cheer.
"see? she's good at receiving already, she's just like you," you say, coming over to ruffle your daughter's head. "you wanna play volleyball like daddy?" your daughter nods, removing the cap on the marker. "i wanna be just like daddy when i grow up," she announces, pride shining in her beautiful eyes. "daddy is the coolest, and all my friends say he's handsome." grinning, she walks over to sakusa, who you're sure is holding back tears at her little declaration, settling on his chest, ready to draw more moles on him.
sakusa stares at his two girls, wondering how he got this lucky. just the thought of his precious little princess wanting to be like him is enough to make his heart burst with pride. a family like yours is all that he's ever wanted, because sakusa kiyoomi has a lot of love to give, and he couldn't be happier he has his two pretty girls to shower it with. you, his pillar of support and the love of his life, who gave him the best gift he's ever going to receive— his daughter.
"mommy, do we give daddy a mole on the cheek or a mole on the nose?" she asks you as you settle down on the couch as well, resting your husband's head in your lap and running your fingers through his soft curls. "hmm," you mutter, stroking your chin. "a mole on the nose sounds cuter, no?"
"okay," your daughter replies, brows bunched together in concentration as she dots a tiny mole on the tip of sakusa's nose and you have to admit.. it does look adorable. "aw, you look so cute, love," you compliment, pulling his cheeks. "yes, daddy," your daughter says, drawing one more. "see," she shrieks. "now you have one just like mine," she says excitedly, pointing to her own mole, a perfect little heart shaped one under her right eye.
"yeah?" you hear sakusa say, his voice cracking as he feels his lashes starting to get wet from the tears that he's been holding back for a while now. "can i see, sweetheart?" your daughter nods, scrambling to get the small vanity mirror from the table as you soothingly run your arms through your husband's hair, trying not to tear up yourself. "see, daddy," your daughter yells loudly, shoving the mirror in sakusa's face. he examines the drawn on moles, face breaking into that special smile of his. the fully genuine, beautiful broad smile that shows off his deep dimples. you can't help yourself from poking your index finger into one of the beautiful little crevices of his cheeks, your little girl imitating your actions on his other dimple.
"do you like it?" she asks eagerly, staring at sakusa with those cute puppy eyes of hers as she pokes his dimple once more.
"i love it, princess," he says, sniffling a little as you wipe the tears away from his eyes. "i love you the most, you know that, right?"
"i love you too, daddy," your daughter grins. "even more than i love mommy."
"hey, now!" you protest, pinching her chubby cheeks and tickling her waist. "daddy, save me!" she yells, cute laughter filling the living room.
"roger that, princess," you hear sakusa respond as he blocks your view with a cushion before grabbing your daughter back into his arms. "yeah, i've had enough for tonight," you grumble under your breath as you head towards the bathroom to freshen up, but you get pulled back by a much larger hand, finding yourself colliding into sakusa's side as his arm hooks over your shoulder, locking you in place.
"we're just kidding, love," he says, planting a kiss on your head. "we wouldn't last a day without you, now, will we, sweetheart?" he looks up at your daughter, who shakes her head solemnly, lips pressed into a thin line. you can't help but let out a laugh at how much she reminds of you of sakusa when he's being serious. "i love you the same, mommy, i lied," she says sincerely, reaching her tiny hand over to hold your much bigger one.
and of course you melt. who wouldn't? anybody in the world would fall for those pretty little apologetic dimpled smiles of theirs.
"it wasn't me, mommy, i swear it was daddy," your five year old son says earnestly, his twin brother nodding along.
"stop lying, brat!" atsumu complains, pointing a finger at him accusingly before turning to you. "baby, ya gotta believe me! ya know how kids lie 'bout stuff like this."
you sigh deeply, rolling your eyes at the disaster trio. this was a daily occurance, after all, with one of your three boys doing something stupid and then pointing fingers at each other. the worst part is, it's usually atsumu that lies, knowing you'd go easier on your sons than you would on him.
"i'll ask you all one last time. who made this mess on my beautiful rosewood cabinet?" you say, crossing your arms against your chest, glaring at your husband and sons. "and don't even bother trying to lie your way out, all three of you suck at it, anyway."
"it was daddy," the elder one of your twins speaks up again, adamantly. "he ordered pizza and then spilled it all over the cabinet while tickling me." you half smile at his words, almost close to believing him. that definitely sounds like something atsumu would do, alright.
"is that true, 'tsum?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at atsumu, who cowers, eyes darting to look anywhere else but at you. "thing is, sweet cheeks, the brat's only being half honest, true, we were playing around and i was tickling him but, we don't know whose hand knocked the pizza on yer counter," your husband hurries his words, sounding panicky. he knows how much you love that cabinet, it was very expensive and it had been a wedding gift from your parents and you've cherished it ever since. "ask the other brat if ya want! go on, kiddo, tell yer mom the truth and i'll buy you icecream."
"yeah, daddy's right," your younger twin cheers, "can we all go get icecream now?"
"now you're just bribing him," you snap. "you know what, i'll never find the culprit like this, how about i just let all three of you take the fall for it, instead?"
"oh no," your younger twin son says, his good cheer dying down. "mommy's really mad this time, daddy."
atsumu's hopeful smile fades, and your twins take a step back each. your two little brats were ready to run, and your big brat was ready for flight too. "no, no," you groan, "don't you three dare run away from me." too late. the twins take off first, screeching loudly as atsumu follows closely behind with you in tow, waving your arms around frantically as you try to reach him, although your efforts are fruitless.
"fuck, at least clean that mess up first, then you can run," you scream at atsumu, throwing a cushion at his head. "don't ya go swearing when the kids are around, baby! yer such a bad influence on them," he teases, dodging the cushion and ducking behind the sofa.
"says you," you retort, scooping the younger of your twin boys into your arms, squishing his chubby cheeks. "shall we make daddy clean it up all alone?" he nods frantically as your older son shrieks from under the dining table, voicing his agreement. you hear atsumu groan from behind the sofa.
"that's no fair, baby!" he whines, getting up and trudging over to where you are. "stupid brats, this is all because of ya two, now if i had a little princess like samu did, this wouldn't have happened," he mutters, sticking his tongue out at your sons, who repeat his actions back to him, unfazed.
"tell ya what, baby, fine, i'll clean up these little fools' mess," atsumu grumbles as you set your son down on the sofa, then leans close to your ear, hands squeezing your waist. "but in return, give me a cute little baby girl this time, 'kay?"
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Ni-ki || the chariot: He'll go for it, no problem. Has more than enough confidence, discipline and drive. Plus, it might make him feel rather powerful and "cool", and he likes that.
Jake || king of swords: Very straightforward and determined. Would probably know how to plan things out perfectly to get to his end goal, while always keeping his emotions under control (so to avoid self-sabotaging). If he recognizes a challenge that he would like to conquer, he'll give it his all.
Jay || knight of pentacles: Will do the chase if he thinks it's worth it. He's more realistic about things, and might only put effort into what he thinks could flourish into something solid.
Heeseung || queen of swords: He would go about it in a very logical and careful way. Still very direct and assertive, though, it's just that he doesn't care enough to chase for too long or to take too many risks.
Sunghoon || four of pentacles: Not into it. Won't go out of his way to chase anybody.
Jungwon || the high priestess: He's a rather private and cautious person. Doesn't like to appear or to feel like he's "desperate" to get someone's attention.
Sunoo || four of swords: It doesn't interest him at all. Wants to keep his peace.
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