.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LOOK, MOM! — Nanami Kento

[ sakusa kiyoomi ]

sakusa loved you. in fact, he was practically fucking obsessed with you.

you were the love of his life. every thought that passed in his mind somehow reminded him of you, and every minute he was away felt like absolute hell. he would do anything for you to call out his name, and he would not hesitate trade eternal heaven just if it meant seeing you smile one last time.

however, now, you were the reason he wanted to bang his head against the wall until he passed out.

it wasn’t something you actively did. you were the perfect partner, after all. you took care of him, made sure he didn’t overwork himself, made him feel very loved, and appreciated him dearly.

it was actually something you didn’t do.

you never let him take care of you, and it drove him absolutely fucking insane, especially in times like these. you were avoiding his eyes as you sat across of him, clearly doing your best to look at everything but him as he stared at you, eyes wide in disbelief. “i’m sorry, repeat that?”

your shoulders dropped. “i ignored you during the weekend because i was… unstable, and i didn’t want my sad mood to ruin yours, so i dealt with it alone. it’s really not that big of a deal.”

sakusa stared at you blankly. he could remember breaking down multiple times in your arms, and you always pulled him into the comfort of your company, assuring him that he’s always welcome and that you loved taking care of him.

you always noticed even if he was just a little upset, and did everything possible to make his mood better. he could recall uncountable amounts of times were he cried over the silliest stuff, yet you always validated him and made sure he was okay.

the words coming out of your mouth truly flabbergasted him, and he continued staring at you. after a few seconds, you turned to him, frowning. “i already apologized for ignoring you. i’m sorry, okay? i just really didn’t want you to worry and—“

“are you fucking insane?”

you halted, before you sulked, giving him a small pout in response. “rude.”

“why the hell didn’t you come to me when you felt upset?” he stressed, bewildered. “i’m your boyfriend!”

you shrugged calmly. your nonchalance was starting to piss him off. “didn’t want to inconvenience you.”

“inconvenience—?!” he stammered, baffled. “you— inconvenience— oh my god!”

you blinked back, confused. “…why are you shocked? my words are very logical. i was very upset, so i thought about what would be best for you and i followed it.”

for the first time, sakusa was truly astonished. he stared at you, face blank as your words repeated in his head, before he cleared his throat. “[y/n]?”

“…yeah?”

“do you love me?”

you arched an eyebrow. “obviously.”

“then, for the love of god, please call me the next time you’re upset.”

you scoffed loudly, as if he was the unreasonable one. “don’t be ridiculous—“

his jaw dropped. you thought he was the ridiculous one?

“—why would i do that? i would burden you. that makes no sense. i thought you were smart, kiyoomi.”

kiyoomi stared at you for a few more seconds, before he let his head bang against the table loudly.

as much as sakusa would love to lie and say, he did not switch your mind up with a simple conversation. it actually took him days and weeks and months and almost years of continuously restating and reassuring and convincing until you finally accepted his love, help and care.

however, sakusa didn’t mind.

because all the stress you caused by worrying him, the frustration as he repeatedly tried to get it through your head, the sadness he felt whenever you pushed him away, all of it was worth it,

all of it was worth it because it’s you.

all of it was worth it and the second you came home years later, finally married, stressed from work and simply walked over to lean on him, shutting your eyes as he embraced you as you quietly mumbled a simple ‘i need you.’ as you finally allowed yourself to let him take care of you, he was sure it was all really worth it.

and sakusa would do it all over again if he had to, if it meant you would lean at him, even if it was just a brief moment.

because the truth was, loving you was never about convenience to him. he didn’t need to be comfortable as he loved. he didn’t need to be undisturbed.

to him, loving you was a commitment, an unwavering devotion, a pledge to remain your safe space forever. he ached to be in your presence, and loathed your absence. to him, loving you was never about himself. it was never transactional.

sakusa would do anything for you. in fact, sakusa would do anything if it meant you would give him the same soft, gentle smile he had gotten used to waking up to every morning.

and if he had to spend a couple more years for you to believe him,

he would do it in every lifetime.

[ a/n: do u guys see the vision i had ]

Gojo-core

atsumu miya is cocky about one thing, and it's volleyball.

it's the only thing he can be fully confident about ( not that he isn't absolutely over confident about everything else ) and the one thing he actually excelled at.

and then there is you.

you, who managed to break down every bit of his egotistical self with just one smile that had him doubting if he smells good or not.

atsumu miya was head over heels in love with you, and that’s the least he could say about his feelings towards you.

“what are you looking at?” you ask, noticing his gaze lingering on you.

“just admiring you,” he says cheekily — and it was true, he was always admiring you.

you snort, “okay, lover boy.” you tease and he rolls his eyes, wrapping his arm around you.

you had him head over heels in love with you and you probably didn’t even realize it.

“kiss me,” he says suddenly, “what?” you utter out.

“kiss me,” he says again — he had noticed the faint tint of red on your lips, probably lip balm, strawberry? maybe cherry, who know. he was about to find out though.

you stare at him for a moment, confused before shrugging your shoulders and cupping his face, bringing him closer for a kiss.

you peck his lips and atsumu catches on to the faint taste of strawberries before you’re pulling away.

“hey!” he exclaims, “unfair.”

“what?” you asl, feigning innocence, “you wanted a kiss, i gave you one.”

“that barely qualified for a kiss,” he huffs and before you could respond, he’s holding you by the back of your neck and pulling you in for a proper kiss.

and yep, it was definitely strawberry flavored lip gloss you were wearing.

god, he’s so head over heels in love with you.

I've been loving this format so here's more of it!

I was originally thinking of doing seijoh 4 for this but I didn't know what pose to give makki and mattsun 😭

I'm fixing it before Gege decides to 👍🏼

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Please do not repost!

Thanks!!

Haikyuu-bu Chapter 88: Bigfoot Hyakuzawa Sighted

When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

I feel frustrated by Megumi's scars... I love this concept, but... ugh...

I also think Megumi is having a really hard time with everything that happened to him, and I really wanted to draw that.

Thanks for giving Megumi the finest gene

Here's your birthday cake 🎂

alternative!sukuna brainrot

i think about alternative!sukuna a lot to the point where it's almost how i envision him in modern day!

alternative!sukuna who buzzes his hair every month before it has a chance to grow long enough to get caught in the wind on cloudy days

alternative!sukuna who plays bass for a local rock band that is fairly popular after having posters plastered around town with the word's "63 SKIES" and supporting bands on the page in a distorted and jagged font that matches the intensity of their music and members

alternative!sukuna with metal piercing through his bottom lip, both eyebrows and septum, but not for the look, just because the feeling of being pierced gives him the adrenaline rush that only the last minute before beginning a set can bring

alternative!sukuna who's also tatted as fuck with ink running down both arms and legs, peeking up through the collar of his t-shirt just to reach every part of his face as well

alternative!sukuna who looks like the type of guy to smash bricks over another's face just for speaking to him in the wrong tone, but you find him cooing and caressing a small black cat at the back of the venue he's playing at

alternative!sukuna who immediately stands straight and drops his lips into a thin line at the sight of you holding back your tears of laughter

"well don't let me stop you"

"go to hell" the cat meows and you think she's agreeing with him.

alternative!sukuna who thinks little ole' you in your ugliest sweater and a pair of baggy pants might just be the oddest thing he's seen in a minute but has to remind himself that music isn't limited to anyone just because of the way they dress. he finds it even more interesting if anything, the way you prove that music is universal and has forever transcended stereotypes

alternative!sukuna notices that you have a few tattoos and piercings yourself, not as many as him, but just enough to stand out

"i like your neck tat. what is it?"

"hm?" you feel the side of your neck, sometimes forgetting the permanent ink is even there. "oh, it's kuchi kopi...from bob's burgers..."

alternative!sukuna who laughs hard, a single dimple on his left cheek and teeth fully on display, two sharper than the rest and one with a silver cap in the back. (you just know he was hardheaded as hell as a kid)

alternative!sukuna listens to you talk about your favorite songs and artists, calling you a poser when you mention a particular band that he wholeheartedly believes only he has the right to listen to

alternative!sukuna who thinks he wants to kiss you hard and nasty when you end up having the same favorite song by said band as him

alternative!sukuna who forgets that he promised to give a girl a ride home after catching her stumbling out of the venue with an empty water bottle (spoiler: it was vodka) in her hand

alternative!sukuna grimacing when he catches the raise of your eyebrow when the girl crashes into him slurring how "she was ready"

alternative!sukuna sighing and unlocking his car, telling her to get in and buckle up, that he'd be there in a second, watching as you awkwardly kick a rock around

alternative!sukuna explaining that it's not what it looks like, and he was genuinely trying to get her home safe

"this is my favorite venue and i'll be damned if they end up responsible for some brat's dui."

alternative!sukuna likes it when you laugh

alternative!sukuna who ends up driving the girl home with you in his backseat because the chick was knocked the fuck out by the time he offered to give you a ride too

alternative!sukuna who doesn't break your toes when you prop your feet up on his middle console, the act only making his lips curl at how natural it seemed

alternative!sukuna who tells you about his friends and how they formed the band when they were only 17, playing for free out of someone's garage just for a bit of recognition

he tells you how choso, their drummer once crashed his mom's car into a ditch which led to their first paid gig just for the money to go towards the damages

he tells you how much he can't stand their lead guitarist, satoru, and how he suspects he might have a crush on their lead vocalist , suguru.

you pretend you don't notice the photo of them all together stuck to his rear view mirror.

alternative!sukuna thinks he's oversharing, but can't help it when your cute voice asks him personal questions showing just how interested you are in what he's saying

alternative!sukuna who asks to show you something once the two of you drag the poor drunk girl into her house, locking the door behind her as she lies in the entryway after mumbling something about sucking his dick as payment

alternative!sukuna who takes you to his favorite music shop where he actually has a key specifically from the owner himself. he shows you all the different instruments and explains their make and model when you gasp at how pricey some of them are

alternative!sukuna who sneakily places money on the counter after you pick up a 'sisters of mercy' cd

"i love this album!"

"take it."

alternative!sukuna who shows you his dream guitar, even going as far as to play a song for you on it, before placing it back on the shelf

"why don't you get it?" you'll ask, watching him strum a few strings, eyeing the piece like he's seeing stars for the first time

"i don't deserve it yet."

alternative!sukuna who kicks your legs apart, making room for his longer legs to intertwine with yours and the two of you almost cant believe that you just met tonight, or yesterday considering you're still together after 2am

alternative!sukuna feeling safer with you than he's ever felt, going as far to opening up about his traumatic childhood and why he has 24/7 access to the shop in the first place

you want to cry at how willing he is to share his safe space with you and you think sukuna's the most amazing person you've ever met

alternative!sukuna who tells you that he's never met anyone like you before and how badly he needs to be able to see you again after tonight.

you agree.

alternative!sukuna who wordlessly kisses you before locking the shop back up, large hands cupping the sides of your face as yours hold on to his forearms, holding on to each other in fear that tonight was a dream

alternative!sukuna who tells you that this is your safe space now too. you think he doesn't notice that you replaced his money on the counter with yours, slipping his back into his middle console.

sukuna thinks you're the most amazing person he's ever met.

lol can you tell how much i love the man? like and reblog if you're feeling freaky