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❝ *･🎥 ·̩͙ TRUTH OR DRINK ❞ | best friends edition

[ tags : you’re a small time internet personality/content creator, mentions of sex, best friends to… something, post time skip]

[ truth or drink m.list ]

you : hi, i’m y/n, and i… dude, i dunno, should i say i create content?

suna : that makes you sound like you’re on onlyfans.

you send suna a blank stare. he mirrors your expression. a beat passes and he doesn't budge. you squint at him.

you : …anyway, yeah. i guess you could say i’m a content creator or whatever. and this here is my loyal sidekick.

suna : suna rintaro, their loyal side chick.

you : i said sidekick.

suna waves a hand.

suna : same difference.

you roll your eyes but with a chuckle. suna smiles lopsidedly like he’s proud of himself for coaxing the laugh out of you. as this happens, the video cuts to a text on a white background. the text says, ‘these best friends will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.’

[how long have you been friends?]

you : since our last year of high school. he was a friend of a friend.

suna : said friend is actually behind the camera right now.

the camera pans to a figure amongst the crew. it’s miya osamu, the proud owner of onigiri miya. he waves to the camera, a half-smile is on his lips. the camera pans back to you and suna.

suna : he will be fact checking for us.

you : yes, because we all know one of us likes to lie.

suna : can’t believe you just outed yourself like that.

you : ha ha, very funny.

[how do you feel about your fans shipping you together?]

you see suna watching your reaction closely from the corner of your eye. you shrug.

you : i don’t mind. it makes for good content.

he nods absentmindedly. you catch his jaw flexing just barely before he leans back casually in his chair.

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❝ LATE NIGHT DANCING. ❞

⊱┊synopsis. dancing and being in love—two things that are best when done together.

⊱┊pairing. kageyama, kita, suna, atsumu & akaashi x gn!reader

⊱┊tags. fluff, unedited, romantic relationships

⊱┊note. this piece was commissioned by sy! if you're looking for more like these, my commissions are open :-)

KAGEYAMA TOBIO ;—

it’s late, and you’re huddled next to kageyama, bridgerton playing low in the background. the sound of violins cuts through the quiet, delicate and swelling. on screen, kate dances with anthony in the middle of a ballroom. “just keep looking at me. no one else matters.” anthony says, pulling kate closer.

you glance over.

kageyama’s lips are pressed together in a flat line, eyebrows furrowed, so immensely deep in concentration. a soft laugh escapes you.

“what?” kageyama whips his head towards you. “is there something funny i missed?”

“no.” you shake your head, but an idea’s already blooming in your head. “dance with me.”

he blinks. “what?”

“you heard me.” grinning, you’re already up, hands outstretched towards your boyfriend who’s still frozen in place. “come, my lord.”

“but i don’t dance.” his tone is blunt, like’s it’s not an excuse, but a fact. he takes your hand and stands up anyhow. “i can’t.”

“well, neither can i.” you shrug. guiding one of his hands to your waist, you slip the other into yours.

his posture is stiff and awkward. his back is too tense, arms too limp, feet too far apart.

“left foot first,” you whisper.

he takes a step.

you wince when a sharp pain is felt on your left foot.

“sorry.” he winces too. “i stepped on you, didn’t i?”

you giggle as he turn red. “maybe a little.”

you think he’d pull back from that little incident, but he doesn’t. after a quick look to the tv, he adjusts his grip and straightens his back. you catch the way his eyes flicker between the tv screen and your feet, locked in the same focus like when he’s reviewing footage from his volleyball games.

you laugh, soft and breathy. “you know i’m just doing this for fun, right?”

“I know,” he mutters, brows still pulled together in focus. “but… you know… just in case you feel like dancing again. i wanna be good at it. for you.”

you pause, blinking up at him. he’s not even looking at you. your heart flutters and a smile tugs at your lips. “wow. that was actually kind of sweet.”

kageyama scoffs, ears tinged red. “shut up.”

“no, what? say it again. i think i might cry.”

“i’m not gonna say it again.”

“you’re blushing.”

he groans, burying his face in your shoulder. “i’m never dancing with you again.”

you laugh, wrapping your arms around him, still swaying in place. “that’s fine,” you murmur, pressing your cheek against his. your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. “i have this one to hold over your head for all of eternity.”

“hey!”

KITA SHINSUKE ;—

ramen might be the best invention to ever grace this planet.

that’s the thought that crosses your mind as you fill a pot with tap water and set it on the stove. you’ve just turned the knob when you hear the slow shuffle of feet down the hallway. a quiet thud. then a pause. then more shuffling.

kita appears in the kitchen doorway, hair tousled and eyes heavy with sleep. his white shirt—once crisp and tucked neatly into the waistband of his pants—is wrinkled and and hanging crooked on his frame. there’s a faint crease on his cheek where it was pressed into the couch cushion, like a stamp of proof he’s been knocked out and dead to the world for a while. you’re almost certain he’s still a little drunk—atsumu had insisted on buying rounds for the old gang after his big win.

“hi,” he says, his voice raspy and low. a lopsided smile tugs faintly at his lips as he walks up behind you and slides his arms around your waist.

“hi,” you say back, somewhere between fond and amused. kita rests his head on your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. “i thought you’d be out longer. you snored for a solid twenty minutes.”

he hums. “didn’t mean to pass out. i wanted to eat ramen with you.”

“sorry i didn’t wake you. you looked like you needed it.”

he murmurs something in return that’s too incoherent to fully comprehend.

the water starts to boil. kita watches silently as you rip open the ramen packet and slide the noodles into the pot.

then, without warning, he turns you in his arms, guiding you to face him. his eyes are soft and still hazy with sleep, and he smells like a mix of his cologne and the sake he’s been nursing until about an hour ago. the corners of his mouth quirk up just slightly as he takes you back in his arms and starts swaying you both side to side.

you raise an eyebrow. “what are you doing?”

“dancing,” he says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

you glance at the stove. “but the noodles–”

kita turns your chin back toward him with a finger. “we have–” he holds up three fingers, “three minutes.”

you laugh—a real, unrestrained belly laugh. it’s rare you get to see him like this. kita’s always composed, so deliberate in everything that he does, in a quiet, matter-of-fact kind of way. so seeing him like this, unguarded and a little silly, feels like catching a rare celestial event.

he grins as he moves with you, steps slow and uncoordinated, like he’s making them up as he goes. there’s no music, just the gentle hum of the stove and the bubbling of water cooking your noodles.

“shin,” you murmur.

kita only hums in response.

“i think you might still be drunk.”

he shakes his head. “am not.”

you nod solemnly. “riiight. whatever you say.”

he blinks. “...okay. maybe just a little.”

you laugh again and rest your head against his shoulder, letting yourself melt in his hold. you catch yourself thinking how it’s ridiculous, really—how soft this feels, how sappy and sentimental it all is. and maybe, just maybe, there is something better than ramen.

and it’s the three minutes you spend waiting for them to cook.

SUNA RINTARO ;—

“that is so not happening.”

you glance over at suna from the other end of the couch, where you’re propped up against a cushion with your feet on his lap. “what’s not?”

he doesn’t look up from his phone. “the dancing. at the wedding.”

“oh,” you murmur, a beat or two too late. you try not to seem too disheartened by averting your gaze back to your phone screen, although you’ve stopped scrolling since a while ago.

you knew he’d say that. of course he would. he’d hate it—being at the center of attention, looking dumb in front of people he barely knows. dancing? in a room full of prying eyes? that’s basically his worse nightmare.

“i didn’t say you had to,” you add.

you feel suna shift under your legs. your gaze is still fixed onto your phone. “why do you want to anyways?” he asks. it’s not sarcastic, nor dismissive, only pure curiosity.

“i don’t know. i just thought it’d be nice. dancing together.” you shrug, trying to come off as nonchalant. as if the rejection didn’t hit you as hard as it did. “even if we suck at it,” you add.

“i don’t suck at anything,” he says almost immediately.

you huff a soft laugh. “yeah. right.”

he doesn’t respond, and you figure that’s the end of it.

a few days later, you’ve just come out of the shower only to find your bed still empty. it’s the night before the wedding, and you were hoping he’d already be half asleep under your blanket instead, you pad around your apartment to look for suna—intent on getting his stubborn, nocturnal ass to sleep.

you find him in the living room, where the lights are off and the tv is on. a paused youtube tutorial is frozen mid-step, meanwhile suna is posed awkwardly in the middle of the living room with a slight frown on his face. his phone lies face down on the couch, music playing softly from its speakers—a slow, classical song that sounds suspiciously like it belongs in a wedding playlist. he then shifts his weight from one foot to the other while counting under his breath. he pauses for a bit, then starts all over again.

you lean against the doorway, stunned into a few minutes of silence. “you’ve been practicing,” you finally whisper.

suna jumps at your voice, turning around too fast. “what- no! i mean, not really, i was just-”

“rin.” you smile, feeling as soft as putty as you walk over to him.

he says nothing but exhales through his nose. rubbing the back of his neck, you catch his cheeks turning slightly pink.

you step into his arms, one hand slipping into his while the other rests on his shoulder. he lets you, though his fingers twitch a little nervously in yours. you take a step, and suna follows suit. a little stiff, you admit—it’s obvious that he’s never done this before. but he shadows your movements in such concentration, it makes your chest ache. like he’s afraid of getting it wrong. like he wants so badly not to.

“you said you wanted to dance, didn’t you?” he mumbles, eyes trailing up to finally look at you after a few minutes of just watching your feet.

you smile and nod.

he swallows, but there’s a soft smile on his lips now that he’s seen yours. “just… don’t tell the twins.”

MIYA ATSUMU ;—

“so, what, ya drink coffee now?”

you and atsumu are walking side by side, passing dim shop windows and humming vending machines on the way back to the station. his hands are in his pockets, while yours are wrapped around a cup of coffee he insisted on buying for you even though you said you didn’t want one (you very much did).

you roll your eyes, sipping your latte. “you act like i’m still eight.”

he laughs. you never thought you’d miss the sound. it used to be the most obnoxious sound that annoyed you throughout high school. “well, you act like yer still eight.” he nudges you with an elbow.

you shake your head, hiding your grin behind another sip. atsumu’s grinning, too—stupid in that way it always is. like he knows he looks good and he’s weaponizing it.

this is familiar. too familiar. the rhythm of your footsteps, the lazy back-and-forth, the way he keeps looking over at you like he’s memorizing something. but there’s something in the air tonight, and you can’t quite put a finger on what. like there’s just a weird little itch in your chest you don’t feel like naming.

a song plays faintly from a corner store across the street, and just as you’re mid-sip, he grabs your free hand and spins you. no warning. just laughter and cold fingers and the kind of chaos that’s always followed him around.

“atsumu!” you stumble, catching yourself against his chest. your latte magically somehow is still in your head.

he just laughs. “c’mon. dance with me.”

“what? no way!” you exclaim, bewildered. “people will stare at us.”

“let them.” he’s still grinning. “live a little.”

your first steps are hesitant. he spins you again, then grabs your waist, which sends shivers up your spine. you can feel him watching you. his gaze soft, unreadable. the space between you narrows with every quiet turn.

then, it starts to rain.

you groan. “seriously?”

atsumu’s already pulling off his jacket. “here.”

“no, it’s fine, let’s just get somewhere dry, and–“ you stop mid-sentence when he steps closer and drapes the jacket over your shoulders.

his hands linger for a beat longer than necessary. you look up into his eyes, but his expression is unreadable, like there’s something he’s holding back.

“tsumu?”

he swallows. “i’minlovewithyou.”

the words come stumbling out his lips too fast. quiet, just above a whisper, but no hesitation. like he’s been holding it in all night but the rain pulled it out of him.

“what?” you ask. you’re not quite sure why you do, because you heard it clear enough the first time. maybe you simply want to hear him say it again.

“i wasn’t gonna say anything. but then you smiled that smile you do, and then it started raining. and i just really want to kiss you. and…” he laughs, breathless. “fuck it. i love you.”

you don’t speak. you just lean him and kiss him.

his lips are soft, and a little wet from the rain. they part in surprise, but he melts into it like he’s been waiting for this—you—for a long, long time.

when you pull back, you’re both blinking. soaked. grinning.

you tilt your head. “not bad.”

he squints at you. “not bad?”

you smile, a little smug. “maybe a solid seven?”

“you’re unbelievable,” he mutters, but there’s no heat behind it—just that grin again, a little crooked, a little too fond.

you shrug. “guess you’ll just have to try again then.”

and he does.

AKAASHI KEIJI ;—

you’re still getting used to the new apartment.

it’s only been a few days since the move, and everything’s still kind of a disaster. cardboard boxes are stacked like makeshift furniture against the walls, your mattress is just there on the floor like it gave up halfway through the day, and there’s one lamp plugged in by the couch casting this weirdly dramatic glow over the chaos.

you and akaashi has been unpacking bit by bit, and while akaashi’s set on setting up the kitchen, you’re crouched on the floor digging through a box labeled record player, vinyls, & cds.

“you kept this?” you ask, holding up the record sleeve—chet baker sings, corners soft with age, the title barely visible in the warm light of the single lamp.

from the kitchen, akaashi glances up from where he’s organizing a spice rack. he walks over when he sees what you're holding. “you got it for me,” he says, “couldn’t leave it behind.”

“i thought you said you didn’t like his voice.”

“i said he always sounds like he’s about to fall asleep,” he corrects, gently taking the sleeve from your hands. “but… i like how it sounds when you sing along.”

“oh.” you look at him, startled. “well that’s awfully sweet.”

“you’re dramatic,” he mutters, but he’s already removing the record player from the box it resided and setting it up on another box closer to a power outlet.

the room fills with soft crackle when he puts the vinyl in. ‘there will never be another you’ spills into the apartment, and fills the room with breathy vocals and smooth trumpet.

“dance with me,” you say.

akaashi turns to face you, a susupicious look on his face.

“just do it.” you motion him over.

you grab his hands when he gets close enough, stationing them on your hips. yours snake their way up around his neck, finding comfort at the base of his neck where hair meets skin. you sway together to the beat, slow and sure.

you rest your cheek on his shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“this might be the most romantic thing we’ve ever done,” you mumble into his shirt.

akaashi hums. “that’s a little concerning.”

you laugh, nudging your forehead into his neck. “hey, don’t knock it. we’ve got music, lighting, ambiance…”

“boxes.”

“okay, yeah. boxes.”

he pulls back slightly just to look at you. “you okay?”

you nod. you’re not even sure what okay means right now—everything’s still a mess, and you don’t know where your toothbrush is—but he’s here. warm, steady, holding you like you’re both exactly where you’re supposed to be.

“yeah,” you say quietly. “i’m really glad we decided to move in together.”

his thumb brushes gently over the back of your hand. “me too.”

neither of you say anything else after that. you continue to sway, between cardboard boxes and tangled bedsheets, letting the song play out—crackling, warm, familiar. the apartment still smells like a mix of dust and fresh paint. the curtains aren’t up yet. but the music curls around you both like a promise, soft and steady. like it’s always belonged there.

like you do, too.

❝ ON THE HOUSE. ❞

— the night you faked an anniversary and gojo wished the lie would last forever.

⊱┊pairing. gojo satoru x gn!reader ⊱┊tags. fluff, fake dating i guess???, a little suggestive, modern au, food mention, gojo is veeeryy down bad, unedited ⊱┊wc. 1.1k ⊱┊note. i have a very bad gojo brainrot recently.. also this is part of like a whole fake dating series im gonna do w a few other jjk characters so be sure to stay in tune for that :D

gojo is an accomplished scam artist. and so are you.

not the scary kind, though. not the consumer-fraud, voice-phishing, money-laundering kind. it’s strictly… recreational. strategic. and mostly harmless.

it all started on your birthday last year, when gojo surprised you at some bakery and somehow convinced the manager to bring out a full-sized cake “on the house”. and after that, well, it sort of spiraled. in the most ridiculous, fun way possible. is it honest? not exactly. but it’s never malicious. just a shared little secret between the two of you.

since then, every few months, one of you picks a restaurant. maybe a trending spot you saw from tiktok, maybe something you’ve been craving. then comes the prep: promo codes, discounts, loopholes. and finally, the icing on the cake, you’ll need to dress and act the part.

last time, you both wore your high school uniforms to get the student promo. the time before that, you brought a fake id with a birthday that’s three days away. tonight, you’re draped in jewelry and wearing something that’s showing a little more skin than you’re used to.

gojo isn’t used to the sight either—his eyes keep lingering too long on the exposed skin, and the way your jewelry glints in the soft light. still, he holds it together, all lazy charm and offhand quips, playing the part like it’s second nature. even if you do notice how differently he acts, or the flush on his cheeks, you blame the wine, which, of course, gojo also managed to get “on the house.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk fluff #jjk drabbles #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #jjk fanfic #jjk x reader #satoru gojo #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #kiawrites

❝ GOJO’S FAVORITE SITCOM. ❞

|| pairing. geto suguru x gn!reader

|| tags. fluff, 1k words, unedited, high school!geto, gojo is a mutual friend & he loves to play matchmaker,,

|| note. saw gege say geto's more popular with the girls and this came to mind >:)

the only thing worse than this godforsaken day is the heat that comes with it. it’s february, but your uniform is sticking to your skin, and sweat is beading along your hairline. it’s the kind of heat that makes chocolate melt, and you wonder if the girls swarming geto have considered that.

or if their brains are as melted as the chocolate.

“you’re awfully quiet.” gojo muses from next to you. he’s loudly—obnoxiously—slurping an iced black coffee that’s definitely stolen from nanami’s stash, if the tragic lack of sugar is anything to go by.

you glance at him, annoyed but far too drained to do anything about it. “it’s way too hot to be functioning properly,” you say flatly.

“it’s not the heat,” he says in an annoyingly pragmatic kind of way. “you’re obviously not handling your crush's success well.” he nods to himself, satisfied, like he’s just connected a set of imaginary dots only he can see.

“you’re projecting.” you gesture to the pile of stolen gifts he’s hoarded from nanami and shoko. “you’re the one who’s spiraling.”

gasping dramatically, gojo’s blue eyes light up in amusement. “so, you admit it. you do have a crush on him.”

#geto suguru #jjk geto #geto x reader #jujutsu geto #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fluff #jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk drabbles #geto x you #jjk commission #fic commissions #kiawrites

❝ *･🎥 ·̩͙ TRUTH OR DRINK ❞ | ex high school sweethearts edition

[ tags : suggestive, maybe an exes to lovers trope, they used to be academic rivals to lovers!!! reader attends uni from out of the country (unspecified), unedited pls go easy on me ]

[ truth or drink m.list ]

you : i'm y/n.

kuroo : wait, are we starting?

[yeah.]

kuroo : oh, sorry, i'm kuroo.

you : and we're exes. from high school.

the video cuts to a text on a white background. the text says, 'exes from high school ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.'

[how long did you guys date?]

kuroo : for like... two years?

you : yep. two years.

[do you guys still hang out together?]

you : yeah. we, like, share the same friend groups.

kuroo nods.

you : oh, but only when i'm in the country though.

kuroo : yeah, they just flew back here a few days ago. we've seen each other every day since then.

[when was the last time you hung out together?]

you : last night.

when your head turns to the camera, there are several raised eyebrows from the camera crew. realization dawns on you.

you : no. no-

kuroo : not- not like that.

you : yeah. wait, i mean- no. whatever, can we just take a shot?

the video cuts to both of you clinking your shot glasses together before downing the liquor down.

[who's going first?]

you : i will.

you clear your throat, eyes finally settling on the card in your hands. kuroo grins encouragingly.

you : do you still find me attractive?

kuroo : yes. of course.

you laugh while kuroo turns his head towards the camera. he raises his eyebrows suggestively with a grin on his face. you slap his arm.

[what about them is attractive?]

kuroo : everything. i mean, have you seen them? look at them.

you shrug your shoulders, trying to still seem nonchalant despite the warmth spreading up your neck.

you : you're not so bad yourself, i guess.

kuroo : you guess?

you : next question!

kuroo : what do you mean you guess???

you : you go.

kuroo shuffles forward and takes a card from the deck. kuroo smirks before reading the question.

kuroo : what was your favorite high school make out spot?

there's a few seconds that pass while you ponder your answer.

you : on second thought, i don't think we've ever really made out at school...

kuroo : yeah... i guess we spent most of high school competing with each other.

you : mhm.

kuroo : but i have to say my favorite would be the locker rooms.

your cheeks heat up, flashbacks of hushed voices and heated kisses flooding your head. you clear your throat and quickly regain your composure. noticing your behavior, kuroo smiles inwardly while he notes how easy it still is to read you. some things never change.

you : i remember when you first kissed me in the gym though.

kuroo chuckles.

[can you tell us more about that?]

you : we were fighting.

kuroo : no, we weren't. i wasn't doing anything, while you were going on and on about how i'm always ranked first in class and you're always second.

you roll your eyes before looking straight into the camera.

you : he never shuts up about it. he rubbed it in my face with every chance he got.

kuroo smiles. for a split second, he saw the younger, high school version of you as you complain. he missed you.

kuroo : so i kissed them.

you : i'm starting to think you being first place in class was only a scheme to date me.

kuroo : just accept it. i'm smarter than you are.

you : maybe. academically.

kuroo : sure, sure.

he waves a hand dismissively, resulting in you narrowing your eyes at him.

kuroo : you're always first in my heart though, sweetheart.

you : you are so irritating.

kuroo : you love me.

you curl your lip, feigning disgust. kuroo only laughs. there is a split second where a smile is shown on your face before the video cuts to the next scene.

you : who broke up with who, and how did it go down?

you are amused as you watch kuroo dramatically turn to the camera.

kuroo : they broke up with me. they told me they didn't love me anymore.

kuroo was going to face you again before he whips his head back towards the camera.

kuroo : and then!

you : there's an 'and then'?

kuroo : and then they fled the country.

you narrow your eyes.

you : you're making me sound like i'm an escape artist or some type of fugitive or something.

kuroo : you are.

you : wha-

kuroo : you're a criminal for stealing my h-

you kick him under the table. kuroo lets out an 'ow' and rubs his shin. there's more laughter from the crew.

kuroo : ooh, this one's interesting.

you : hurry up and read it then.

kuroo raises an eyebrow at you. you huff.

you : please.

you roll your eyes as kuroo grins, satisfied.

kuroo : kiss me like you did in high school.

kuroo notices when your lips form a straight line. you're nervous. kuroo moves his hand ever-so-slightly until it touches yours.

kuroo : should we drink instead?

you : no. no, it's fine, lets do it.

you start to lean over the table while kuroo's still in his seat.

kuroo : yeah. i mean, it'a not like it's been a while since we last kissed.

you :

kuroo : what? why are you looking at me like that?

kuroo is smirking slightly, which irks you.

you : you are so annoying.

kuroo : really?

you : tetsuro, just shut up and kiss me already.

kuroo finally leans over the table. when your lips finally meet, you get lost in the feeling of your lips melding with his. you turn your head to deepen the kiss, and kuroo follows suit instantly. you almost forget how there's still a camera recording your every move, and when you remember, you had to forcefully peel yourself away from him, leaving kuroo chasing after you before realization dawns on him too. it was long after you were settled in your seats before you start to speak up again.

you : right.

kuroo : ... nice.

you : nice.

you : it's my turn, right?

kuroo : mhm.

you pull a card from the deck, and groan instantly when you scan the words.

you : describe our last time having sex.

kuroo laughs. it's unclear whether it's out of amusement or nervousness.

kuroo : should be easy. you know, since it was just yesterday.

you : yeah.

you and kuroo share a look.

[would you like to elaborate?]

you chuckle nervously.

you : we're lying. obviously.

kuroo : we like to lie, yeah. that's... a thing we do.

you : our mothers would be ashamed.

kuroo : horrified.

you : yeah.

kuroo : yeah.

the scene cuts to both of you clinking your glasses and downing your shot together. two awkward smiles are worn after the glasses are empty.

kuroo : what's the biggest secret you've kept from me?

you : dang... i don't know, actually. do you have one?

kuroo shrugs.

kuroo : sure.

you : what is it?

kuroo : babe, this is your question.

you : oh. right.

you chuckle awkwardly, your gaze flitting up to the ceiling.

you : i lied when i said i fell out of love.

kuroo :

you : when we broke up.

when you finally manage to return kuroo's gaze, you are shocked to see the unbothered expression on his face.

kuroo : wow. really?

you : you don't sound surprised.

kuroo : y/n, i've known you since middle school.

you :

kuroo : you're not exactly the best liar. i knew you were trying to make leaving the country easier for both of us.

you : oh.

kuroo : yeah. oh.

you : whats your secret then?

a thin, slightly lopsided smile forms on kuroo's lips. your heart skips a beat.

kuroo : i still love you.

you've heard this the night before, but now that you're hearing him say it fully sober, you're sure your heart just leaped out of your chest and started running off elsewhere.

you : oh.

kuroo : oh?

you : what were you expecting me to reply with?

kuroo : i don't know, an 'i still love you too'?

kuroo's voice drops to a loud whisper.

kuroo : we could make this juicy for the viewers.

you laugh.

you : i already said i lied when i said i fell out of love with you.

kuroo grins. not the usual mischievous one, but one where he's baring his row of pearly whites in earnest joy.

kuroo : so you still love me.

you : not for long.

kuroo : you wound me.

you : good.

there is no more tension in the air when the video cuts to the next scene. your shoulders are visibly less tense and kuroo's hands are toying with one of your hands. you proceed to read out the card on your other hand.

you : did you always know that we wouldn't last?

kuroo : no. we're obviously made for each other.

the corners of kuroo's lips tug up into a grin. you sigh.

you : i guess nobody can put up with you as well as i do.

kuroo : you're my for lifer, babe.

you : you are going to be the death of me.

*･🎬 ·̩͙ special cut

after the director yells cut, the camera crew disperses almost immediately. you stand up from your seat, feeling the pressure of everyone's eyes on you fade away.

kuroo : well that was fun.

you nod. as he rises from his seat, kuroo lets his curiosity take over and takes the stack of cards from the table. he starts flipping through them, letting his eyes briefly scan each question.

kuroo : these questions were really- oh, y/n, answer this one.

you peek over his shoulder, reading the question yourself while kuroo reads it aloud.

kuroo : of all the lovers, where do you think i rank?

you : hm... probably last.

kuroo's jaw drops. you bite your lip to keep your laughter at bay.

kuroo : wow. woooooow.

you : tetsuro.

kuroo : and to think that we had something special.

you roll your eyes, watching as kuroo brings his palm to his chest, acting like you just shot him in the heart.

you : drama queen.

kuroo : drama queen? drama quee-

you kiss his cheek, which shuts him up in effect.

you : you're literally the first and only relationship i've ever had, dummy.

you leave kuroo in his place, whom you've managed to keep frozen in place. the camera catches you flashing a cheeky grin towards his direction before disappearing off camera completely. the last thing seen before the camera's turned off is kuroo chasing after you, despite still being in a stuttering mess.

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❝ INSIDE THE LINES. ❞

— during matsukawa's time babysitting your niece, more than a couple realizations occur to you.

⊱┊pairing. matsukawa issei x gn!reader ⊱┊tags. fluff, established relationship, reader has a 6 year old niece and works at the bakery, food mention, mattsun has a sleeve tattoo :], unedited ⊱┊wc. 1.3k ⊱┊note. cleaning out my drafts hehe this was back when i had my mattsun brain rot (OH btw while writing this he works as a tattoo artist in my mind but i didnt mention it anywhere)

"issei, i'm so sorry-"

"it's fine," matsukawa waves his hand dismissively. his eyes flicker to the clock on the wall. "when are you coming home?"

"soon. i just have to frost the cupcakes and wait for the customer to pick them up." you pan your phone to the chocolate cupcakes, fresh out of the oven and still steaming hot.

"those look really good, babe." matsukawa muses.

you hear a small voice squealing from behind the camera. "i wanna see!"

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❝ *･🎥 ·̩͙ TRUTH OR DRINK ❞ | friends with benefits edition

[ tags : a lot of nsfw/suggestive jokes, timeskip spoilers, mentions of commitment issues? a tfios reference LMAO, fwb to lovers trope ]

[ truth or drink series m.list ]

oikawa : hi!

you : hi, uh- my name's y/n.

oikawa : i'm oikawa, and we... met on tinder.

you send a death glare in his direction and oikawa smiles sheepishly. as this happens, the text that hovers above the two of you says, 'these "friends” will ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.'

oikawa : i'm jokiiing- stop looking at me like that-

you : we met in high school.

[are you... friends with benefits?]

you : yeah.

[what does that mean?]

oikawa : we’re best friends. but we also fu-

you step on his toes immediately, making him wince and pause in the middle of his sentence.

oikawa : ow, ow, fine- we sleep with each other.

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❝ STEAL A KISS. ❞

|| pairing. iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

|| tags. fluff, established relationship

|| note. i sent this brain rot to lex at some point and it was inspired by this gif i cant find but uh yeah <3

"i don't wanna hurt you-"

"you're just scared you're gonna lose," you put the elbow of your dominant arm against the table, and your other hand motions for your boyfriend to seat himself in the opposite chair.

"fine." he obliges with a sigh. shaking his head, he rolls the sleeve of his t-shirt up, exposing his shoulder and bicep, much to your viewing pleasure. "just... tell me if you wanna forfeit."

"ha, ha." you laugh sarcastically, grasping his hand in yours. "i will win."

iwaizumi thinks the determined look on your face is adorable. your tongue sticks out in concentration once you declared the start of the match. and to no one's surprise, he's able to keep his arm upright as you flail around in your seat in attempt to force his arm down. in a matter of seconds, you settle yourself down, huffing in both exhaustion and frustration.

"giving up?" he raises an eyebrow at your state.

"no." you shake your head. he laughs a little, receiving a glare from you which immediately shuts him up. "i am simply... rethinking my strategy."

he nods condescendingly, pursing his lips to fight back a smile. “sure, babe. no hurry. we hav-"

his words are cut short when you unexpectedly lean over the table and brush your lips against his tentatively. he instinctively leans in, further melding your lips together, and before he knows it, you pull away and his arm falls slack against the table.

"see, i told you i'd win."

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❝ *･🎥 ·̩͙ TRUTH OR DRINK ❞ | best friends edition

[ tags : you’re a small time internet personality/content creator, mentions of sex, best friends to… something, post time skip]

[ truth or drink m.list ]

you : hi, i’m y/n, and i… dude, i dunno, should i say i create content?

suna : that makes you sound like you’re on onlyfans.

you send suna a blank stare. he mirrors your expression. a beat passes and he doesn't budge. you squint at him.

you : …anyway, yeah. i guess you could say i’m a content creator or whatever. and this here is my loyal sidekick.

suna : suna rintaro, their loyal side chick.

you : i said sidekick.

suna waves a hand.

suna : same difference.

[how long have you been friends?]

you : since our last year of high school. he was a friend of a friend.

suna : said friend is actually behind the camera right now.

the camera pans to a figure amongst the crew. it’s miya osamu, the proud owner of onigiri miya. he waves to the camera, a half-smile is on his lips. the camera pans back to you and suna.

suna : he will be fact checking for us.

you : yes, because we all know one of us likes to lie.

suna : can’t believe you just outed yourself like that.

you : ha ha, very funny.

[how do you feel about your fans shipping you together?]

you see suna watching your reaction closely from the corner of your eye. you shrug.

you : i don’t mind. it makes for good content.

he nods absentmindedly. you catch his jaw flexing just barely before he leans back casually in his chair.

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❝ LATE NIGHT DANCING. ❞

⊱┊synopsis. dancing and being in love—two things that are best when done together.

⊱┊pairing. kageyama, kita, suna, atsumu & akaashi x gn!reader

⊱┊tags. fluff, unedited, romantic relationships

⊱┊note. this piece was commissioned by sy! if you're looking for more like these, my commissions are open :-)

KAGEYAMA TOBIO ;—

you glance over.

kageyama’s lips are pressed together in a flat line, eyebrows furrowed, so immensely deep in concentration. a soft laugh escapes you.

“what?” kageyama whips his head towards you. “is there something funny i missed?”

“no.” you shake your head, but an idea’s already blooming in your head. “dance with me.”

he blinks. “what?”

“you heard me.” grinning, you’re already up, hands outstretched towards your boyfriend who’s still frozen in place. “come, my lord.”

“but i don’t dance.” his tone is blunt, like’s it’s not an excuse, but a fact. he takes your hand and stands up anyhow. “i can’t.”

“well, neither can i.” you shrug. guiding one of his hands to your waist, you slip the other into yours.

his posture is stiff and awkward. his back is too tense, arms too limp, feet too far apart.

“left foot first,” you whisper.

he takes a step.

you wince when a sharp pain is felt on your left foot.

“sorry.” he winces too. “i stepped on you, didn’t i?”

you giggle as he turn red. “maybe a little.”

you laugh, soft and breathy. “you know i’m just doing this for fun, right?”

“I know,” he mutters, brows still pulled together in focus. “but… you know… just in case you feel like dancing again. i wanna be good at it. for you.”

you pause, blinking up at him. he’s not even looking at you. your heart flutters and a smile tugs at your lips. “wow. that was actually kind of sweet.”

kageyama scoffs, ears tinged red. “shut up.”

“no, what? say it again. i think i might cry.”

“i’m not gonna say it again.”

“you’re blushing.”

he groans, burying his face in your shoulder. “i’m never dancing with you again.”

“hey!”

KITA SHINSUKE ;—

ramen might be the best invention to ever grace this planet.

“hi,” he says, his voice raspy and low. a lopsided smile tugs faintly at his lips as he walks up behind you and slides his arms around your waist.

“hi,” you say back, somewhere between fond and amused. kita rests his head on your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. “i thought you’d be out longer. you snored for a solid twenty minutes.”

he hums. “didn’t mean to pass out. i wanted to eat ramen with you.”

“sorry i didn’t wake you. you looked like you needed it.”

he murmurs something in return that’s too incoherent to fully comprehend.

the water starts to boil. kita watches silently as you rip open the ramen packet and slide the noodles into the pot.

you raise an eyebrow. “what are you doing?”

“dancing,” he says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

you glance at the stove. “but the noodles–”

kita turns your chin back toward him with a finger. “we have–” he holds up three fingers, “three minutes.”

“shin,” you murmur.

kita only hums in response.

“i think you might still be drunk.”

he shakes his head. “am not.”

you nod solemnly. “riiight. whatever you say.”

he blinks. “...okay. maybe just a little.”

and it’s the three minutes you spend waiting for them to cook.

SUNA RINTARO ;—

“that is so not happening.”

you glance over at suna from the other end of the couch, where you’re propped up against a cushion with your feet on his lap. “what’s not?”

he doesn’t look up from his phone. “the dancing. at the wedding.”

“oh,” you murmur, a beat or two too late. you try not to seem too disheartened by averting your gaze back to your phone screen, although you’ve stopped scrolling since a while ago.

“i didn’t say you had to,” you add.

you feel suna shift under your legs. your gaze is still fixed onto your phone. “why do you want to anyways?” he asks. it’s not sarcastic, nor dismissive, only pure curiosity.

“i don’t suck at anything,” he says almost immediately.

you huff a soft laugh. “yeah. right.”

he doesn’t respond, and you figure that’s the end of it.

you lean against the doorway, stunned into a few minutes of silence. “you’ve been practicing,” you finally whisper.

suna jumps at your voice, turning around too fast. “what- no! i mean, not really, i was just-”

“rin.” you smile, feeling as soft as putty as you walk over to him.

he says nothing but exhales through his nose. rubbing the back of his neck, you catch his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“you said you wanted to dance, didn’t you?” he mumbles, eyes trailing up to finally look at you after a few minutes of just watching your feet.

you smile and nod.

he swallows, but there’s a soft smile on his lips now that he’s seen yours. “just… don’t tell the twins.”

MIYA ATSUMU ;—

“so, what, ya drink coffee now?”

you roll your eyes, sipping your latte. “you act like i’m still eight.”

you shake your head, hiding your grin behind another sip. atsumu’s grinning, too—stupid in that way it always is. like he knows he looks good and he’s weaponizing it.

“atsumu!” you stumble, catching yourself against his chest. your latte magically somehow is still in your head.

he just laughs. “c’mon. dance with me.”

“what? no way!” you exclaim, bewildered. “people will stare at us.”

“let them.” he’s still grinning. “live a little.”

then, it starts to rain.

you groan. “seriously?”

atsumu’s already pulling off his jacket. “here.”

“no, it’s fine, let’s just get somewhere dry, and–“ you stop mid-sentence when he steps closer and drapes the jacket over your shoulders.

his hands linger for a beat longer than necessary. you look up into his eyes, but his expression is unreadable, like there’s something he’s holding back.

“tsumu?”

he swallows. “i’minlovewithyou.”

the words come stumbling out his lips too fast. quiet, just above a whisper, but no hesitation. like he’s been holding it in all night but the rain pulled it out of him.

“what?” you ask. you’re not quite sure why you do, because you heard it clear enough the first time. maybe you simply want to hear him say it again.

“i wasn’t gonna say anything. but then you smiled that smile you do, and then it started raining. and i just really want to kiss you. and…” he laughs, breathless. “fuck it. i love you.”

you don’t speak. you just lean him and kiss him.

his lips are soft, and a little wet from the rain. they part in surprise, but he melts into it like he’s been waiting for this—you—for a long, long time.

when you pull back, you’re both blinking. soaked. grinning.

you tilt your head. “not bad.”

he squints at you. “not bad?”

you smile, a little smug. “maybe a solid seven?”

“you’re unbelievable,” he mutters, but there’s no heat behind it—just that grin again, a little crooked, a little too fond.

you shrug. “guess you’ll just have to try again then.”

and he does.

AKAASHI KEIJI ;—

you’re still getting used to the new apartment.

you and akaashi has been unpacking bit by bit, and while akaashi’s set on setting up the kitchen, you’re crouched on the floor digging through a box labeled record player, vinyls, & cds.

“you kept this?” you ask, holding up the record sleeve—chet baker sings, corners soft with age, the title barely visible in the warm light of the single lamp.

from the kitchen, akaashi glances up from where he’s organizing a spice rack. he walks over when he sees what you're holding. “you got it for me,” he says, “couldn’t leave it behind.”

“i thought you said you didn’t like his voice.”

“i said he always sounds like he’s about to fall asleep,” he corrects, gently taking the sleeve from your hands. “but… i like how it sounds when you sing along.”

“oh.” you look at him, startled. “well that’s awfully sweet.”

“you’re dramatic,” he mutters, but he’s already removing the record player from the box it resided and setting it up on another box closer to a power outlet.

the room fills with soft crackle when he puts the vinyl in. ‘there will never be another you’ spills into the apartment, and fills the room with breathy vocals and smooth trumpet.

“dance with me,” you say.

akaashi turns to face you, a susupicious look on his face.

“just do it.” you motion him over.

you rest your cheek on his shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“this might be the most romantic thing we’ve ever done,” you mumble into his shirt.

akaashi hums. “that’s a little concerning.”

you laugh, nudging your forehead into his neck. “hey, don’t knock it. we’ve got music, lighting, ambiance…”

“boxes.”

“okay, yeah. boxes.”

he pulls back slightly just to look at you. “you okay?”

“yeah,” you say quietly. “i’m really glad we decided to move in together.”

his thumb brushes gently over the back of your hand. “me too.”

like you do, too.

❝ ON THE HOUSE. ❞

— the night you faked an anniversary and gojo wished the lie would last forever.

gojo is an accomplished scam artist. and so are you.

not the scary kind, though. not the consumer-fraud, voice-phishing, money-laundering kind. it’s strictly… recreational. strategic. and mostly harmless.

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❝ GOJO’S FAVORITE SITCOM. ❞

|| pairing. geto suguru x gn!reader

|| tags. fluff, 1k words, unedited, high school!geto, gojo is a mutual friend & he loves to play matchmaker,,

|| note. saw gege say geto's more popular with the girls and this came to mind >:)

or if their brains are as melted as the chocolate.

you glance at him, annoyed but far too drained to do anything about it. “it’s way too hot to be functioning properly,” you say flatly.

“you’re projecting.” you gesture to the pile of stolen gifts he’s hoarded from nanami and shoko. “you’re the one who’s spiraling.”

gasping dramatically, gojo’s blue eyes light up in amusement. “so, you admit it. you do have a crush on him.”

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❝ *･🎥 ·̩͙ TRUTH OR DRINK ❞ | ex high school sweethearts edition

[ tags : suggestive, maybe an exes to lovers trope, they used to be academic rivals to lovers!!! reader attends uni from out of the country (unspecified), unedited pls go easy on me ]

[ truth or drink m.list ]

you : i'm y/n.

kuroo : wait, are we starting?

[yeah.]

kuroo : oh, sorry, i'm kuroo.

you : and we're exes. from high school.

the video cuts to a text on a white background. the text says, 'exes from high school ask each other a set of random questions. they can either answer the question or take a shot.'

[how long did you guys date?]

kuroo : for like... two years?

you : yep. two years.

[do you guys still hang out together?]

you : yeah. we, like, share the same friend groups.

kuroo nods.

you : oh, but only when i'm in the country though.

kuroo : yeah, they just flew back here a few days ago. we've seen each other every day since then.

[when was the last time you hung out together?]

you : last night.

when your head turns to the camera, there are several raised eyebrows from the camera crew. realization dawns on you.

you : no. no-

kuroo : not- not like that.

you : yeah. wait, i mean- no. whatever, can we just take a shot?

the video cuts to both of you clinking your shot glasses together before downing the liquor down.

[who's going first?]

you : i will.

you clear your throat, eyes finally settling on the card in your hands. kuroo grins encouragingly.

you : do you still find me attractive?

kuroo : yes. of course.

you laugh while kuroo turns his head towards the camera. he raises his eyebrows suggestively with a grin on his face. you slap his arm.

[what about them is attractive?]

kuroo : everything. i mean, have you seen them? look at them.

you shrug your shoulders, trying to still seem nonchalant despite the warmth spreading up your neck.

you : you're not so bad yourself, i guess.

kuroo : you guess?

you : next question!

kuroo : what do you mean you guess???

you : you go.

kuroo shuffles forward and takes a card from the deck. kuroo smirks before reading the question.

kuroo : what was your favorite high school make out spot?

there's a few seconds that pass while you ponder your answer.

you : on second thought, i don't think we've ever really made out at school...

kuroo : yeah... i guess we spent most of high school competing with each other.

you : mhm.

kuroo : but i have to say my favorite would be the locker rooms.

you : i remember when you first kissed me in the gym though.

kuroo chuckles.

[can you tell us more about that?]

you : we were fighting.

kuroo : no, we weren't. i wasn't doing anything, while you were going on and on about how i'm always ranked first in class and you're always second.

you roll your eyes before looking straight into the camera.

you : he never shuts up about it. he rubbed it in my face with every chance he got.

kuroo smiles. for a split second, he saw the younger, high school version of you as you complain. he missed you.

kuroo : so i kissed them.

you : i'm starting to think you being first place in class was only a scheme to date me.

kuroo : just accept it. i'm smarter than you are.

you : maybe. academically.

kuroo : sure, sure.

he waves a hand dismissively, resulting in you narrowing your eyes at him.

kuroo : you're always first in my heart though, sweetheart.

you : you are so irritating.

kuroo : you love me.

you curl your lip, feigning disgust. kuroo only laughs. there is a split second where a smile is shown on your face before the video cuts to the next scene.

you : who broke up with who, and how did it go down?

you are amused as you watch kuroo dramatically turn to the camera.

kuroo : they broke up with me. they told me they didn't love me anymore.

kuroo was going to face you again before he whips his head back towards the camera.

kuroo : and then!

you : there's an 'and then'?

kuroo : and then they fled the country.

you narrow your eyes.

you : you're making me sound like i'm an escape artist or some type of fugitive or something.

kuroo : you are.

you : wha-

kuroo : you're a criminal for stealing my h-

you kick him under the table. kuroo lets out an 'ow' and rubs his shin. there's more laughter from the crew.

kuroo : ooh, this one's interesting.

you : hurry up and read it then.

kuroo raises an eyebrow at you. you huff.

you : please.

you roll your eyes as kuroo grins, satisfied.

kuroo : kiss me like you did in high school.

kuroo notices when your lips form a straight line. you're nervous. kuroo moves his hand ever-so-slightly until it touches yours.

kuroo : should we drink instead?

you : no. no, it's fine, lets do it.

you start to lean over the table while kuroo's still in his seat.

kuroo : yeah. i mean, it'a not like it's been a while since we last kissed.

you :

kuroo : what? why are you looking at me like that?

kuroo is smirking slightly, which irks you.

you : you are so annoying.

kuroo : really?

you : tetsuro, just shut up and kiss me already.

you : right.

kuroo : ... nice.

you : nice.

you : it's my turn, right?

kuroo : mhm.

you pull a card from the deck, and groan instantly when you scan the words.

you : describe our last time having sex.

kuroo laughs. it's unclear whether it's out of amusement or nervousness.

kuroo : should be easy. you know, since it was just yesterday.

you : yeah.

you and kuroo share a look.

[would you like to elaborate?]

you chuckle nervously.

you : we're lying. obviously.

kuroo : we like to lie, yeah. that's... a thing we do.

you : our mothers would be ashamed.

kuroo : horrified.

you : yeah.

kuroo : yeah.

the scene cuts to both of you clinking your glasses and downing your shot together. two awkward smiles are worn after the glasses are empty.

kuroo : what's the biggest secret you've kept from me?

you : dang... i don't know, actually. do you have one?

kuroo shrugs.

kuroo : sure.

you : what is it?

kuroo : babe, this is your question.

you : oh. right.

you chuckle awkwardly, your gaze flitting up to the ceiling.

you : i lied when i said i fell out of love.

kuroo :

you : when we broke up.

when you finally manage to return kuroo's gaze, you are shocked to see the unbothered expression on his face.

kuroo : wow. really?

you : you don't sound surprised.

kuroo : y/n, i've known you since middle school.

you :

kuroo : you're not exactly the best liar. i knew you were trying to make leaving the country easier for both of us.

you : oh.

kuroo : yeah. oh.

you : whats your secret then?

a thin, slightly lopsided smile forms on kuroo's lips. your heart skips a beat.

kuroo : i still love you.

you've heard this the night before, but now that you're hearing him say it fully sober, you're sure your heart just leaped out of your chest and started running off elsewhere.

you : oh.

kuroo : oh?

you : what were you expecting me to reply with?

kuroo : i don't know, an 'i still love you too'?

kuroo's voice drops to a loud whisper.

kuroo : we could make this juicy for the viewers.

you laugh.

you : i already said i lied when i said i fell out of love with you.

kuroo grins. not the usual mischievous one, but one where he's baring his row of pearly whites in earnest joy.

kuroo : so you still love me.

you : not for long.

kuroo : you wound me.

you : good.

you : did you always know that we wouldn't last?

kuroo : no. we're obviously made for each other.

the corners of kuroo's lips tug up into a grin. you sigh.

you : i guess nobody can put up with you as well as i do.

kuroo : you're my for lifer, babe.

you : you are going to be the death of me.

*･🎬 ·̩͙ special cut

after the director yells cut, the camera crew disperses almost immediately. you stand up from your seat, feeling the pressure of everyone's eyes on you fade away.

kuroo : well that was fun.

you nod. as he rises from his seat, kuroo lets his curiosity take over and takes the stack of cards from the table. he starts flipping through them, letting his eyes briefly scan each question.

kuroo : these questions were really- oh, y/n, answer this one.

you peek over his shoulder, reading the question yourself while kuroo reads it aloud.

kuroo : of all the lovers, where do you think i rank?

you : hm... probably last.

kuroo's jaw drops. you bite your lip to keep your laughter at bay.

kuroo : wow. woooooow.

you : tetsuro.

kuroo : and to think that we had something special.

you roll your eyes, watching as kuroo brings his palm to his chest, acting like you just shot him in the heart.

you : drama queen.

kuroo : drama queen? drama quee-

you kiss his cheek, which shuts him up in effect.

you : you're literally the first and only relationship i've ever had, dummy.

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❝ INSIDE THE LINES. ❞

— during matsukawa's time babysitting your niece, more than a couple realizations occur to you.

"issei, i'm so sorry-"

"it's fine," matsukawa waves his hand dismissively. his eyes flicker to the clock on the wall. "when are you coming home?"

"soon. i just have to frost the cupcakes and wait for the customer to pick them up." you pan your phone to the chocolate cupcakes, fresh out of the oven and still steaming hot.

"those look really good, babe." matsukawa muses.

you hear a small voice squealing from behind the camera. "i wanna see!"

❝ *･🎥 ·̩͙ TRUTH OR DRINK ❞ | friends with benefits edition

[ tags : a lot of nsfw/suggestive jokes, timeskip spoilers, mentions of commitment issues? a tfios reference LMAO, fwb to lovers trope ]

[ truth or drink series m.list ]

oikawa : hi!

you : hi, uh- my name's y/n.

oikawa : i'm oikawa, and we... met on tinder.

oikawa : i'm jokiiing- stop looking at me like that-

you : we met in high school.

[are you... friends with benefits?]

you : yeah.

[what does that mean?]

oikawa : we’re best friends. but we also fu-

you step on his toes immediately, making him wince and pause in the middle of his sentence.

oikawa : ow, ow, fine- we sleep with each other.

❝ STEAL A KISS. ❞

|| pairing. iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

|| tags. fluff, established relationship

|| note. i sent this brain rot to lex at some point and it was inspired by this gif i cant find but uh yeah <3

"i don't wanna hurt you-"

"you're just scared you're gonna lose," you put the elbow of your dominant arm against the table, and your other hand motions for your boyfriend to seat himself in the opposite chair.

"fine." he obliges with a sigh. shaking his head, he rolls the sleeve of his t-shirt up, exposing his shoulder and bicep, much to your viewing pleasure. "just... tell me if you wanna forfeit."

"ha, ha." you laugh sarcastically, grasping his hand in yours. "i will win."

"giving up?" he raises an eyebrow at your state.

"no." you shake your head. he laughs a little, receiving a glare from you which immediately shuts him up. "i am simply... rethinking my strategy."

he nods condescendingly, pursing his lips to fight back a smile. “sure, babe. no hurry. we hav-"

"see, i told you i'd win."

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