#hanamaki takihiro x reader

[lovemeian]

when you’re jealous—

characters ! aone takanobu, sakusa kiyoomi, hinata shoyo, hanamaki takihiro x gn!reader

fluff? a lil angsty on some parts + bc we did jealous!character, so we’re now doing jealous!you + i alternated the people you’re getting jealous of since this is gender-neutral + makki calling issei ‘sleazy whore’ !

wanna suggest some different characters? ; tip! ; wanna be tagged?

he shouldn’t blame you too much. it’s not your fault others have impeccable taste like yours.

AONE TAKANOBU, 

it’s not that he’s oblivious, he’s actually very in tune to people’s emotions despite his stoic manner and expressions; he just doesn’t see anybody else worth his full attention but you.

so you were there, freshly off the train as you garner a look around to find your boyfriend— not the most difficult Where’s Waldo since anybody who knows him can spot him from miles away — and it’s been a cold september, the rush of autumn moving in swiftly but calmly as people start to wear thicker outerwear. as your eyes scanned carefully, you had messaged him to move to a warmer spot, like a coffee shop or bookstore, as you know he’d wait for you in front of the station so you could easily spot him. damn the cold and all for you.

you found him at the bookstore, peeking through the sections with his inscrutable expression. as your mouth stretched into a smile, voice ready to call him out— you stopped at another person appearing from the scene and your boyfriend turned. they started conversing, aone’s body expression was very clearly polite, but you know a person attracted when you see it.

you finished staring, rubbing at the straps of your bag for comfort as they exited the scene with scarlet cheeks and your boyfriend holding a business card, inhaling tightly and changing your pout to a smile.

“nobu!”

and just when you thought you could let your insecurities run wild, hand in hand with jealousy, as soon as your boyfriend had looked up— everything in him lit up. his eyes sparkled, his mouth pressed in its familiar thin line, quirk slightly at the edges, and his gaze, as familiar to you as anything else, softened. it always makes your heart skip a beat and you couldn’t help dropping the smile into a pout as you poke his sides.

“you never let me get jealous, do you?”

he blinked at you, confused. “huh?”

you looped your arm against his, snuggling into the warmth he was emitting. “—but if anyone is gonna be brave enough, know that i’m going to defend what’s mine, m’kay?” you tugged a little, because no matter how tall you think you are, your boyfriend is taller, and he’s used to the non-vocal patterns you had established in the early days of your relationship, knowing you meant for him to crouch down enough for you to plant a cheeky kiss on the corner of his mouth, eyes twinkling. “’cos your mine, yeah? well now that we’re here, might as well buy hot chocolate, i think they have a two for one deal! ooh, if they sell walnut cakes we can buy the pack one!”

as you continued to ramble on, the man beside you is blushing from the tips of his ears, whilst his arm that you had looped yourself over, tightened ever so slightly.

‘mine’ was his favourite declaration.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI,

ooh, you know you were being irrational.

but omi was missing his usual kisses. you gave them like you had an abundance in stock, and always just for him with your soft smiles and loving gazes. but pulling out of the parking lot after lunch, you’d usually take his hand and give him a couple of kisses, but right now you were frowning, almost half out of the car as you crossed your arms and nestled against the door.

and truth be told, omi’s not the type to make first move or ask ‘where his kisses’ are, but ten minutes more of the silence without your usual hums, fiddling with the bluetooth so you can play your newest hyper fixation, or taking his hand and giving his knuckles kisses— and he couldn’t take it anymore.

“love?”

“hm?” oh, thank god you’re still answering him.

“are you okay?”

“no,” you mumbled, pouting. he shot you a concerned look. “’am just being silly.”

“silly? can i help?”

you sighed, finally turning to your boyfriend and opening your palm. the relief that he let out is palpable as he placed his hand and you curl your fingers around it, putting it in a crushing grip. “i got jealous.”

his eyebrows shot up. “jealous?”

“the waiter was ogling at you, and they weren’t even trying to be subtle about it.” his mouth twitched and you noticed it right away as you frowned at him. “oh, does that make you happy, sir? should’ve asked for their number maybe?”

he brought his hand, still clasped among your own, and pressed butterfly kisses along your knuckles with a breathy little chuckle. “of course not, my love. i just thought i did something horrific when you weren’t giving me your attention as usual.”

your smile bloomed. “aw, did my omi got needy?”

his scowl was immediate. it made you smile harder. “that’s not what i meant.”

“it’s okay, love makes us a little silly.”

“a little silly, huh?” his held on you tightened as he hummed on his own, thinking he didn’t mind a future with this kind of happiness. didn’t mind love when its this silly, not especially when its with you.

HINATA SHOYO,

a day at the beach and you were frowning. hot under the sun, and sticky underneath several layers of sunscreen.

and your man, despite the bright, dark green board shorts and the god awful orange neon visor you told him he shouldn’t wear, and the thick layer of sunscreen he applied on his nose because he burns so quick— despite it all, he was good looking. almost ridiculously.

the scatter of freckles across his back, his happy little smirk, and his eyes, bright and excited at the feeling of sands on his toes, and the scent and sound of the sea not too far away— everything felt perfect.

almost perfect.

his smile dims into a half smirk at you. it’s half teasing and half frustration. “you really don’t wanna hold my hand, sweetheart?”

“nope, no.” you tighten your crossed arms over your chest, keeping pace but a good space away from him. “not when you look like that.”

“this isn’t that bad.”

you glare at him, pout turning into a point. “you look like a whole ass carrot, sho.”

“hey! i think it’s cute!”

“you are cute.” both of you turn at the unnamed voice, and a confident smiling girl in a cute bikini is stopped in the way. her friends, giggling, were at the side, whispering at each other as she stepped forward, her eyes only to sho as she offered up her phone. “can i have your number?”

he blinks, cheeks tinting. your mouth slackens as you narrow your eyes at the girl in question and her squealing friends.

“well, uh—”

you don’t know what came over you, but you didn’t like the way she was looking at your boyfriend, snatching his arm and pressing a cool hand on his chest. “sorry, he’s got a significant other.”

“oh!” she blushes. “sorry! i just thought—”

“—no, no it’s okay, have a great day!” as she rushes off, shoyo starts chuckling despite the stormy glare plastered on your your face. you shove him off. “having fun, huh? you— sho!” he tugs you back to him, sweat and sunscreen, and tilts your chin so you could see the absolute amusement in his face.

he tilts his chin down and kisses you fully on the mouth. he’s a little loud, sucking on your bottom lip as you blink at him when he pulls away, smirking. “jealous y/n will always be my favourite y/n. told you i look hot.”

HANAMAKI TAKIHIRO,

you didn’t think your crush was going to be this dense.

your flirting had never been thicker, touching his arm, laughing loud at his jokes, and even sharing food you’ve made to your neighbour with a sweet smile and a, ‘i made some extras, thought you’d love some?’

like you made some profiteroles knowing they’re his favourite, fresh and hot. how would he not know you like him?

“he’s playing with you,” your friend muses. “or he doesn’t like you and is trying to actively ignore it until the day you come out and say it.”

you burrow your head on your arms, hiccuping at the beer you’ve consumed with them, now empty and littering your coffee table. you weren’t drunk yet, nearing it by your hiccups. “then what am i supposed to do?”

“confess? yeet your shit to his face?”

“i don’t want to—hic! — yeet my shit to his face.” you frown at her. then check the time before scrambling to stand up, vertigo hitting but pushing away in favour of going after your recycled bins.

“what—where are you going?”

“gotta throw the trash!”

“he throws his trash at this time too, huh?” your friend snorts, waving you off. “good luck!”

life would be so easier if you weren’t so easily flustered, hiking up your bin, darting cautiously around to notice any signs of your very good looking neighbour— only to hear a chorus of laughter. your heart stutters in your chest as you see the familiar head of peach hair and a taller, more impressionable person. dark hair, lowered eyelids, and pulled smirk.

and your chest aches as you notice how close and easy they seem to be, random banter up in the air before makki stops a few spaces before the landing, gesturing something you can’t hear as you slink deeper into the shadows of the bins, calling yourself stupid, stupid of course he’s dating someone that good looking, holy fuck, now you look like a stalker hiding by the trash— his lover pulls his hair back to kiss his forehead and your jealousy spikes to burn your eyelids.

unfortunately for you and the alcohol still in your system, the shock has you hiccuping in an area where echoes seem to neuter. both boys turn their heads toward your general direction and you swear, you hope the ground could swallow you up and spit you out dead.

“. . . y/n?” makki asks, squinting until you groan, straighten up, maybe slap yourself in the face a little, and meekly met them under better lightning with the most awkward smile and disposition known to mankind.

“hi, hi, sorry about that. it’s trash day.” you wince. “hi makki and boyfriend!”

they both blink, slow. sharing a look until the dark man lets out a little chuckle, deep and rough, before he smacks a wet kiss to makki’s lips, making you gasp at the very blatant show of affection you had to turn away.

makki pulls away with a scramble and a smack to the other man’s face, glaring daggers as he spat and wiped his mouth. “fuck you, ‘ssei!”

“love you too, baby.” he winks. he turns to your shocked face. “we’re not together but it is adorable how makki’s little crush might think so.”

you blink. makki scowls at him. “fuck off.”

“aight, aight, you kids have fun.” he winks at you again. “don’t do somethin’ i wouldn’t do.”

“we won’t, you sleazy whore.” he rubs his face again as the other man retreated back, turning to you with a little frown. “i thought you know how i felt about you. i certainly knew how you felt about me.” as you gape at him like a fish, he steps closer, smile soft but smirky at the same time. clearly enjoying your flustered little look. “was just waiting for the prettiest profiterole maker to say somethin’ so i could do somethin’ about it.”

made by lavi <3

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[cheezritsu]

Haikyuu Best Matches Based on the Signs

Aoba Josai + Shiratorizawa, (Karasuno), (Nekoma, Fukurdani + Inariazki)

- AOBA JOSAI -

Oikawa Toru: Gemini / Scorpio / Leo / Pisces

Iwaizumi Hajime: Aries / Scorpio / Sagittarius 

Matsukawa Issei: Aquarius / Pisces /Cancer 

Hanamaki Takihiro: Sagittarius / Gemini 

Kyotani Kentaro: Aries / Aquarius / Taurus 

Kunimi Akira: Libra / Sagittarius / Gemini 

Kindaichi Yutaro: Aries / Aquarius / Sagittarius 

- SHIRATORIZAWA -

Ushijima Wakatoshi: Aries / Capricorn / Taurus 

Tendou Satori: Capricorn / Scorpio / Virgo 

Semi Eita: Gemini / Cancer / Pisces

Goshiki Tsutomu: Capricorn / Libra / Gemini 

Shirabu Kenjiro: Virgo / Leo / Capricorn

[lihdia]

seijoh 3rd years based off a panga panel i liked :)

[erensnubs]

𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒐

Hanamaki Takihiro x GN! Reader

Based off of the Laurie and Jo Scene in Little Women

Summary: Sometimes first loves never work out

Content: Angst, pure angst

From pirate ships, to being monarchs and warriors of old, you and Hanamaki Takahiro, were best friends.

He was the little boy who moved in next door, snot running down his nose, hands stained with dirt as he offered you a piece offering of roly polies and leaves.

You were the little kid who rolled around in the mud and terrorized the other kids by throwing sticks at them.

Needless to say you immediately became best friends. And menaces to your parents, the neighborhood kids and society in general.

You were together from the young ages of kindergarten, you were there to witness Hanamaki's awkward stage of puberty. You were there to witness him making other friends than you and lovers.

He was there when he saw you make other friends than him, dating a lot of people. He was there when you were scared of going to middle school, was there when you had anxiety over grades.

You were there for each other all the time, ups and downs, triumphs and trials.

So it was natural, that Hanamaki fell, completely and hopelessly;

In love with you.

You're running in the grass, rolling around with Hanamaki laughing your asses off. You guys have just graduated highschool and the two of you, being the dumb bitches you are decide to skip the family party to celebrate your accomplishments. 

“We’re adults now!” You yell, half skipping down the hill and eventually trip. 

You pick yourself up and start screaming. 

“I’M FREE FROM THIS GOD FORSAKEN TOWN! WE’RE FREE!” 

Hanamaki laughs, “Yeah says the one who barely passed history.” 

He grabs you by the arm and drags you through the flowers of the field and sets you down, all the while you giggle deliriously. 

Usually Hanamaki would be laughing along, making stupid jokes about your laugh. 

But he doesn’t. 

And it scares you. 

Before you even open your mouth to say anything, Hanamaki plops down beside you and thoughtfully asks, 

“What are we going to do, [Name]? After here?” 

The question sounded serious not like those ones where he asked you if he looked sexy for prom or if his crocs match the vibe of the weather that day. 

You paused to take in the question. 

“Well... I can’t really answer that Hiro Out of our whole friend group we’ve always been the floaters. The ones that never really know what we’re doing...” 

Hanamaki turns his head around, baby hairs sticking onto his skin from the sweat of running. His eyes are looking at you, no they’re looking through you. 

He breathes out a yes, like he’s been holding something from you. A secret he didn’t want to tell. 

You turn away abruptly hoping he doesn’t see your slight change of attitude. 

“Iwaizumi’s going to America, Mattsun is getting ready for college, and you know Oikawa is going over to Brazil to pursue volleyball.” 

“I honestly don’t know Hiro. I get that we can’t be kids who run around more and throw dirt at each other,” you say laughing softly. 

Hanamaki scoffs, “But you wish it was like that huh?” 

You sit up and pick the grass from the ground and throw it randomly into the air. 

“Of course! I still want to get a pirate ship and go and travel the world with you.” 

Hanamaki raises his eyebrows, “And steal gold from random people?” 

You smile cheekily, “Of course. Then we’ll build our chocolate empire, something that could rival Willy Wonka’s.” 

Hanamaki stands up and puts his hand out to you. 

You grab it, but why do you feel like the gesture is something much more than a friendly hand? 

The two of you start walking, swinging your arms around as you joke about your chocolate factory, your pirate ships, the adventures you’re going to have. 

The sun was setting, the long, green blades of grass turning yellow as you and Hanamaki run through them, creating scars and bumps on your skin. 

You were going to miss highschool. You were going to miss groaning about exams and certain substitute teachers. Miss skipping classes with Mattsun and Makki to go get wasted with cheap alcohol. 

You were going to miss Oikawa and his stupid smile and Iwaizumi and his stupid nicknames. You were going to miss crying with the 3rd years over lost volleyball games. 

Hell, you were probably going to cry when Oikawa and Iwaizumi left to continue their lives. You might even cry when Mattsun goes to college even if he isn’t going overseas. 

But at least you had Hanamaki. Your dearest friend. Though your relationship has gotten deeper and you were able to confide with each other, you were still the 2 children that fought other kids on the playground. 

You could always, always rely on him. Because you never changed with each other. 

“[Name]?” 

You turn around and see Hanamaki. His eyes glowed with something. 

And it was not of the setting sun. 

“Yes?” You say, the sky turning darker as moments pass. 

“I know we talk about us being adventurous and going with the flow... but I feel like we could do something more, you know?” he says it quietly, his thumb subconsciously rubbing yours. 

You look up at him, “What do you mean? You just want to suddenly work a 9-5 job in a corporate company? We talked about this Hiro...” 

He looks taken aback, “No no, that’s not what I meant [Name].”

Hanamaki gets quieter, “We could always be little kids, playing with swords and sticks. Together.” 

You pause as Hanamaki looks up at your eyes. Together? You’ve always been together? Always. 

Wait. 

He couldn’t possibly mean. 

You pull back from his grasp, 

“No Hiro I can’t do that. Please no.” 

You start walking away from him and he advances as he argues, trying to salvage something. 

“[Name], no I love you and I have always loved you since we were little! I can’t imagine myself being with anyone else besides you!” 

You walk faster and wrap your arms around yourself, “No, no, no. Hiro you’re being ridiculous.” 

“Yes, YES!” 

“No! We can’t!” 

“[NAME]! COME BACK HERE LET ME SEE YOU!” Hanamaki says running towards you. 

You spin around and stare at him, “We can’t work Hiro! I could never love you that way, and I would be lying, God I would be lying if I said that I did. Our whole life together we’re going to be pretending.” 

He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration, “Why?! We were just talking about doing adventures together! Why is that any different than what I proposed!?” 

You stomp your foot onto the ground, “Did you not just listen to me you dipshit? I could never love you romantically! Ever! I care for you, I worry for you but Hanamaki you are my friend. My closest friend. You are the one thing in my life that hasn’t changed so quickly and then you pull this shit?” 

Hanamaki starts yelling now, “BUT I MAKE YOU HAPPY! AND YOU MAKE ME HAPPY! WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER SIDE BY SIDE, FOR YEARS [NAME]! YEARS! I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU!” 

You start shaking your head, “No, don’t say that.”

Hanamaki starts rambling, “You always tell me that words and actions are your love languages- 

“Stop.” 

“And I’ve been doing it, [Name]. I have. I have been there for you, anywhere and-and-”

“Takihiro stop.” 

“And I can’t feel like this anymore. I can’t let you slip through my fingers and watch you run away from me like everyone else has-”

“TAKIHIRO STOP IT!” 

The only things that you could hear were the sounds of your breathing and the crickets in the grass. 

“Takihiro, you’re being a child. You’re being stupid and ridiculous. Do not let the fantasies of a boy ruin your future,” you say sternly, begging for your tears to not fall onto the ground. 

“You say that, [Name], and then run from everything that requires commitment,” he says sharply. 

“You’re a coward, [Name]. You’re hurting me.” 

Hanamaki is stepped away from you know and he starts walking away. 

“My life has no meaning anymore-”

You scoff, “Takihiro your love for me isn’t worth your life!” 

Hanamaki walks away and his voice is racked with sobs. Oh god he seriously does love you. 

Why? 

“Takihiro come back here!” 

You’re running towards him now, grabbing his arm but he pushes away. 

“Takihiro think with your brain! Just because we can’t be together the way you want doesn’t mean we have to sever all ties!” You say breathlessly. 

“I mean think about it, we could have never worked. You hate the fact I don’t eat your favorite ice cream, you constantly like to go out and I like staying home.” 

“I don’t care-” 

“I hate meeting your other family members because they look down on me, my family members have always been skeptical of you-” 

“I don’t care about that-” 

“And we would be miserable, Takihiro. Absolutely miserable with one another-” 

“No we wouldn’t,” he says stopping and grabbing your arm. Your noses were touching as his thin lips tried to connect with yours.

You pull away. 

“Admit it Makki. We are better off as friends, not lovers,” you say finally. 

“I’m ugly and I don’t care about my appearance like your other lovers do. I’m brutally honest with you and sometimes you cry about my opinion and-” 

“I love you [Name].” 

“I’m lazy and have no real goal in life, I have no foundation no, no rock or something. I don’t have a drive, Hiro! You’re going to be stuck with someone who doesn’t care.” 

“I love you.” 

“And you’re going to find someone else, a nice person, who likes eating your ice cream and dresses up. Who has a clear goal in life and someone your family will love-” 

“No one could ever replace you, [Name]-” 

You throw your hands up in frustration, “You’re mixing platonic and romantic feelings together and turning it into some big thing!” 

“No, I’m not.” 

“Yes you are.” 

Silence surpasses you again and Hanamaki starts walking away. 

You spoke up, “But-” 

He turns around again and looks at you with hope. Hope for something more. 

“That I don’t think I’ll ever be with someone romantically, Makki. I’ve gone years without.” 

Hanamaki scoffs and starts to laugh cruelly, 

“I don’t believe that, [Name]. You’re going to find someone, and you’re going to fall hard.” 

You sneer, “How do you know?” 

“I just do, you’re impossible to not fall in love with. You’re the sunshine in my life.” 

“Takihiro don’t say that, please.” 

He looks back at you, “But you are! You are my world, my-” 

“LEAVE ME! OH MY GOD LEAVE ME!” You yell at him and turn away. 

This was the 1st time Hanamaki hears you with that voice. 

"[Name]-"

"JUST GO PLEASE-"

"YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE [NAME]!” 

You spit out your words, “OH REALLY YOU THINK I WILL? ME? THE PERSON WHO TURNED YOU DOWN?!” 

“YES! YES [NAME],” Hanamaki says. 

“You’re going to fall in love with someone and you’re perfect, care free life will turn upside down and they’re going to love you. And you’re going to be perfect with each other-” 

“HANAMAKI-” 

“And I will watch. I will watch you grow and love this person. I will watch it happen because I still love you and I don’t think I’ll love anyone else.” 

“And I will watch you, I will watch you [Name], and- and,” 

You couldn’t bear to see his tears fall from his eyes, so you turn away. 

“I will imagine that it could have been me and you-”

“Hanamaki please-” 

“I don’t know what to do with myself but I will still take care of you and I truly love you, forever and-” 

“Hanamaki-” 

“I won’t ever stop, [Name]. Ever,” he says softly as he tries to reach out for your hand. 

You pull away, your voice breaking. 

“Hanamaki, go. I don’t want to see you right now,” you say softly. 

You don’t have to turn around to see him crumble. You can feel it. 

Because your heart was crumbling too. 

“I’ll go... get back safe, [Name],” he adds. 

You don’t say anything back, and hear the slow movements in the grass as your best friend walked away from you. 

Forever. 

The sky is dark, the stars seemed ashamed at your argument, and they don’t shine like they used to from years before. 

You stayed in the grass, silent tears on your face as you shielded yourself from the cold with your arms. 

You wanted to go home, but home wasn’t a place

It was a person. And his name was Hanamaki Takihiro. 

But home loved you, and you didn’t love it back the way they wanted. 

More tears flowed from your eyes at the sudden thought emerged from your eyes. 

You had no home anymore. 

AN: Another random little oneshot I did for my boy Hanamaki! Please comment your thoughts or reblog and like! I need constructive critiscm loves so I know what I can write and appeal to! 

Taglist: @saladskittles​

[lovemeian]

seijoh 5 inky thoughts—

not me headcanoning crap just because i have so many thoughts on men with tattoos, like. yes, sir. you’re right. you’re absolutely valid and right.

iwa calls you ‘doll’ + issei calls you ‘pretty girl/boy’ + tani’s an absolute sweetheart <3

masterlist.

tattoo artist!oikawa— an absolute flirt. biggest revenue of their shop is his instagram and wild thirst trap posts of his artists & piercers. has on sense of personal space or ‘privacy’ when it comes to them; they’re flexed arms + serious expression is free real estate. always booked to the brim months in advance, likes doing colourful works; dainty but intricate pieces are his speciality. talks you through the pain, very chatty, very flirty. it’s kinda hard not be attracted to him while your in his chair because he’s charisma is just wild. king of terms of endearments and praises— “breathe through your nose, pretty baby, you’re doing so well for me.” and like, he smells sweet and soft? like fresh laundry? and sandalwood and lavenver? and he’s so close that if you don’t end up simping for the man, i applaud your self control. & if you both vibe well and are comfortable with each other, mans might actually kiss your hand and end it with a wink.

tattoo artist & piercer!iwaizumi— mate, if your mouth doesn’t water the minute you come for your appointment idek what’s up. i just. see this black muscle shirt, sweatpants, and his face curled in concentration when he’s bent over you like sir, how rude for my poor heart. his arms flexing to control the machine, and he’s so close, he smells like fresh shower and musky body spray that mingles with sweat soon because its hours later, and he flexes and smiles at you, half apologetic about his state. but! also kind of baby powder??? if that makes sense??? and despite his very gruff stature, his voice is very calm and low like, if you’re scared and it’s your first time getting tattoo or pierced— “it’s okay, look at me. just look at me. you’ll be okay.” won’t call you pet names unless like, it’s sessions later and he’s gotten closer to you that he greets you with a smirk and a, “so what’s it this time, doll?” WOOF. his work is prided more on the critical details. takes lesser bookings because he does a lot of big or intricate pieces. incredibly patient and bonds well with his clients that if you’re down to be friends, the best (sexiest) friend to have.

piercer!makki— likes getting tattoos than giving them, but he’s an absolute joy to have as a piercer. will test your mood and make jokes to ease into the scariness of it all. breezy flirter, it’s just how he is. very casual with it, that even uses the most obnoxious petnames like ‘aye, honey bun, what’s up?’ ANNOYING but adorable. if he’s concentrating, then you’ll see his pierced tongue and if he catches you looking, man is winking, going, “like what you see, huh? can’t blame ‘ya.” annoying, but super cute— that’s his entire brand deal. will take so, so much care in telling you how to deal with aftercare so you don’t get it infected. likes recurring customers and is just so at eased that you just. . . relax right back. unconsciously draws circles on your skin while he hums while he works. he smells like coffee. just. fresh brew. and some fruity, minty candy that he’ll probably offer you if you’re too panicked. distracts you when the piercing’s about to go, like, will do one-liners like an idiot to keep you distracted.

tattoo artist!issei— ah. the sexiest tattoo artist you’ll probably meet. ngl, very intimidating even before you’re booking lol, his slots are at the oddest fucking hours that people wonder if his ass is an actual vampire from oikawa’s rude photos— sexy tol man in black clothes and so many silver accessories and smirks? to having a slot at 12am?? are you okay sir?? but his office is nice, superiorly wipe-cleaned from top to bottom, some moody rock song or croony jazz one, playing in the background. his odd hours are usually easier for him, because he’s a night owl. despite it, theres a long list of clients wanting to booked, always need to be months in advanced because he takes the fewest slots. he does more intricate, thick pieces. from pattern tattoos to really big ones. every single tattoo is worked on damn near for hours because he likes jotting as littlest of the details as possible. issei smells like body spray, gum, and kind of the really fresh humidifier smell shshsh, and lightly of smoke and leather. he can do long stretches of silence, sometimes humming along to the music, but will chat with you if ya wanna. he’s just more. lowkey. will call you ‘pretty girl/boy’. if a session gets really late, he’ll probably walk you to the station/bus stop? if you’re ok with it.

piercer!kyotani— poor bby, he looks intimidating, but he’s so soft and patient. it doesn’t help that some people piss him off— makki or oikawa — so you may sometimes hear him shouting, half growling when he slaps on latex gloves. and he looks so serious, listening to how/where you want your piercing, and the minute he speaks— answering any questions or the like, his voice is low and calm, and you can see how patient and knowledgeable about it he is. he would make you choose the songs to play, not back-biting on how much it might hurt, and to tell him immediately if anything feels wrong/too painful. his aftercare notes after are bulleted pointed, and telling you his number/social media is always free in case you have more questions or how the healing is doing. he’s the most concerned about his clients, asking for updates, and feeling satisfied from another satisfied customer. he’s actually such a sweetheart, best piercer this block of the gang.

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pragma, iv.

. . .love that is driven by the head, not the heart.

prev. | part 04: one year and no more

wc: 2,238 | oikawa tōru x f!reader

—fluff ; tw: marriage, mentions of divorce, mentions of babies(?) + guess what ending won? + enjoy my loves, and do request what kind of scenarios you want to see this y/n and tooru. their future? life like after?

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It’s been a year since you and Tooru have seen each other.

And to him, you’re still as beautiful as the first time he saw you that spring morning on the first day of school. There was a light rainshower, and Tooru had brought an umbrella to a girl struggling with her books and backpack. The strap had broke mid-way through your walk on the first day of school, putting you straight to a dour mood and muttering about omens and school years full of bad luck. And Oikawa, ever the charmer, raced to hold the umbrella over the both of you. You looked up then, at this Prince Charming with a proud smile. Armoured well and pretty, but soon, in the future, you were going to unravel him. Piece by piece. Stone by mortar.

“Need help?”

And you smiled your thanks, and Tooru felt a light thrum in his stomach. Butterflies, maybe. Trying to wake him up.

Tooru sees you now, nervous and fiddling. One year and no more. It echoes in his head in words and voices, branded in the corner of his brain and the forefront of his mind. It echoes softly, swiftly. He’s sat across from you in a little table by a neutral coffee shop; neither of you really have it as a first choice, but it’s here when needed. It seemed like a good space to meet your husband again, after so long.

He watches you in earnest, eyes unable to stray too far as you both commit to idle small talk and yearning glances. You look happier. There’s a glow in you that wrenches his heart open and prepped for examination. He hopes you can see it in his face, hopes. Yearns.

Tooru never really did file the papers.

He barely signed them, but the decision to be kept apart for a month was made, and if either of you thought you still wanted each other, to work on all the problems, and kinks, and insecurities, then when you met again, it was with professional help.

There was love between each other, it was there, alive and present, but it’s bleeding. Raw and punctured with too many holes that two pairs of hands struggle to handle, much less mend. Therapy had been good, individual assessments to conjoined ones, there was relief in admittance. Relief in hearing honesty.

Until it was decided that you two separate, for one year and no more.

There were futures at stake, and neither of you wanted to invalidate each other’s hopes and dreams. And if you both still wanted more, for that love story that started that day with the broken backpack and the false Prince Charming, then a coffee shop it is.

“You cut your hair,” Tooru observes loudly, clearing his throat. “The colour is really nice too.”

There’s a clumsy awkwardness, a pure, breathy chuckle.

You tuck your hair back, and Tooru’s heart clenches, breath stilting. On your left hand is a familiar gold band. It’s old and well worn, marred with a few nicks. A small, pink diamond rests in the centre of it.

“Let’s get married,” you said, all those years back, fingers through his hair as he was sitting on the floor between your legs, you on the couch, and the TV playing a horror movie Issei recommended. Your legs were on his shoulders, sometimes squeezing at him to annoy him.

But then he froze, hand clamped on your leg. “I was going to.” He looked back and up at you, mouth pressed into a pout. You snorted at it, pinching his lips. “I was going to buy a ring while I was here.”

Oikawa was already in Argentina then, and you were at your first apartment, a small studio that barely fit two people together when he came back to visit. There’s still not a lot of money to be made as Tooru had just started his career, and you were still attending University, trying to finish your thesis through blood, sweat and tears.

Life still felt so shaky then, but the words had come from a solid point inside you. A no truer fact to the inevitable that you wanted more than anything, it was with and  Tooru after all.

“Sorry, it’s just.” You ran your fingers down from his hair to cup his jaw and chin, rubbing at that corner of his bottom lip. “I love you. I know that for a fact. And I want to love you more in the future.”

“I mean, we can definitely love each other now. . .” You slapped his hand as he smirked, rubbing at your thigh.

“Be serious, dummy. I just told you we should get married.”

He adjusted, going at his knees and placing himself on top of your thighs. “I am serious. I was serious, I was going to buy a ring and all, propose in the airport and all that jazz. Makki and Issei were going to help— Iwa was going to video call from California and ask you for me just as I disappeared inside the building. Then I come back after Iwa proposes, I look hot and you’re crying, and I go down on one knee.”

“You’re. . . you’re stupid.” You tried to stop blushing, but you couldn’t help the giggle that came out.

He slapped your thigh. “I am not! You just proposed outta nowhere, while we’re watching that kid 360 his head!”

“I didn’t even ask you to marry me! I just said, ``Let's get married.”

“Oh, you did.” He blinked then made a scandalous half shriek, half gasp sound, putting his hands on his chest. “How could you! I am but a paltry prince from Miyagi, and all you Tokyo folks and your demanding— oof!” You kicked him a little, glaring.

“And if we went about your plan, Iwaizumi was the one who was going to propose to me. Not you!”

“I would’ve proposed straight after! A dashing prince saving you from a bumbly knight!”

“I’m telling Iwa.”

As you made a move to grab a phone, his ‘Noo!’ was dramatic as he captured your hands, pinned them on top of your head, and he was on top of you with one swift move. He had managed to avoid hurting you in the turnover, and he looked exceedingly smug, looking down on you.

“Get off,” you warned, trying not to get flustered. After all these years, Oikawa’s hold on you and your inhibitions were strong. You’ve seen him at his best and worst, and you still continued to blush under his strong gaze.

“Marry me.” His smile is heavenly, his eyes imploring.

“Not like this!”

“I love you,” he said softer, rubbing a thumb on your held wrist. Right where your pulse was beat erratically. Loudly. “Marry me.”

“Tooru. . .”

Weak, you were so weak when he dipped his head down to brush against your lips. You were already arching, wanting to kiss him, but he didn’t relent. His mouth formed into a smirk as he whispered against your lips, “Marry me, Y/n. Make me the luckiest man alive.”

“You’re the cheesiest man alive,” you manage to blurt out as the flutters in your stomach went thump, thump, thump!

He drew back a little, whining now. “Y/n.”

You laughed despite yourself. “Yes, yes I will marry you, you absolute ba—” But you never did finish your sentence, because he knew you like clockwork, all your favourite names for him, and he wanted to kiss you. Kiss his own happiness into you, the glow burning inside from yours to his.

You both chose and bought the rings together the very next day. The ceremony was small, only friends and family that has been through the years with you. You married in your parents’ backyard, wildflowers blooming as you came down in a light white dress, a bouquet of wildflowers tied to a string in your hand. When Tooru cried, you did too, calling him a dumbass and him calling you his wife. You sealed your marriage with a kiss on a Spring Day, a picture of frame of wet eyelids, wide smiles, and raised left hands was settled in your new home, right by the entrance.

“Thank you,” you reply now, voice soft but solid. “You look good too. Handsome.”

Tooru’s heart is beating rapidly in his chest, an he feels like an utter schoolboy. You delivered your compliment with a sincere smile and unperturbed gaze. You were more comfortable about yourself, about this. And Tooru feels like a schoolboy trying to maintain eye contact with the teacher he had a crush on.

“So, uh,” He cleared his throat, wincing at how awkward he was being. “How have you been?”

“Well. I’ve been well. I got a promotion last week.” You blushed at the admittance, then at the widening of his eyes, the radiance he was expelling.

“Really? That’s fantastic! You deserve it, so much, congratulations.” Then he blinks, remembering the menu. “We should have cake, there was tiramisu cake on the menu, let me just—” Before you can stop him, he’s already flagging down a waiter, ordering your favourite dessert, two slices because you can always finish one, and if they had a candle.

“Thank you, you shouldn’t have. . .”

He blinks again. “I should always have. I will always celebrate your achievements. I’m your number one fan.” His smile is so easy, so sincere, that it burns bright in your chest that you take his hand and he freezes. Oh god, neither of you have ever felt this way since high school. Not even as newlyweds. This felt like the first time you initiated anything, felt like the first time you felt his hand against yours.

But that’s not true. Tooru’s hands are rougher now, callouses from years of volleyball and hardworn practice. His sinew and skin is tighter against his bones, less softer than high school Tooru. And neither are yours. It’s new and a different kind of familiar.

He shifts your palms together until he can hold you back, gripping tight. “I love you,” he says softly, as if he’s confessing in an empty church. “I want to stay married. I want to keep my vow to love you forever. One year without you felt fine and empty. I didn’t enjoy being somewhat single again. I didn’t enjoy not talking to you everyday, even by nine o’clock obligation.” He snorts darkly. You squeeze his hand. “I want to try for that forever. Don’t want to lose you, not like that or worse ever again. I’ll move here if I have to, or take more vacations or take you there whenever your free. Any time. I’ll call you everyday and more, and—”

He inhales. “Just. You. Us. Please.”

“You’re such a dork.” Your eyes well up and you try to harden your watery voice, but it’s no matter, it comes out half choked and he’s blinking in alarm at the tears that are running down your cheek.

“Y/n—” He doesn’t release your hand, but takes his other and wipes at your cheeks, frowning, panicked.

Your laugh is bubbly and sputtery as you say, “I love you too. And you’re not moving here, your life is in Argentina, dummy.”

“But—”

“— I’ll move there.” You smile.

His shock is palpable, and even if the idea of living together more permenantly, seeing you everyday, sleeping next to you everyday— the first person he sees and the last person he says goodnight too — even if the scenic daydreams capture him in unbridled want and yearn, he can’t let you do that. “I can’t let you sacrifice that, I can’t. I don’t want you to hate me, I don’t want to destroy your future like that, I—”

“— The promotion,” you interject quietly. Firmly. “Doesn’t require my physical presence 24/7. I can drop by once a year if I have to, but mostly, video meetings are—”

And Tooru’s crying, the emotions welled up and overturn, and he’s off his chair and on his knees, burrowing on your lap as he gripped at your thighs, your legs. Your own tears are running down as you brush your fingers through his hair, trying to calm him down.

“Everyone’s looking,” you blubber, laughing through your own tears. “People are going to think I’m breaking up with you.”

As he calms down, he looks up at you with a watery gaze and a bright smile. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He hauls himself to a standing position, taking you by the arms with him, and starts to spin you across the tiny space. You yelp as he lets out a laugh, and now people are clapping? Unsure of the occasion, well they look like a married couple? So babies?

And once he’s stopped, your burrowed in his embrace, his warmth, his breath on your forehead, his hand against your own, running a thumb across the familiar gold band.

“One year and forever more,” he murmurs against your hair. “Maybe in the next life too, who knows?” Then, more thoughtfully, as if more to himself, “We’re going to have to buy you new clothes.”

“Why?”

“It’s hotter there, love. Plus, you’re going to enjoy the beach.” You narrow your eyes at the smirk on his lips. “How do you feel about matching bikinis?”

That earns him a swift kick him to the back of the knees.

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—feel free to ask for future scenarios of these two, always ready to indulge in some headcanons + drabbles <3

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OK HEY HI could I request a platonic and romantic matchup pls? (any gender is fine) my name is summer, Im 18, British, my zodiac sign is a Leo, I’m 5’3 and my mbti and ennagram is enfp 7w8😈 I have adhd and get distracted a lot, I’d say im prolly one of the most loudest in my class lmao, I have some anger issues, me and my friends bully eachother a lot, my fav colour is red and hot pink, apparently i get on peoples nerves a lot 💀, I talk A LOT I used to get told off by teachers about distracting other students, I like to argue with people online idk bro it’s fun, i have no personal space boundaries oops, I’m very energetic and jus wanna have fun, I DIG ACTION AND SCI-FIFILMS like marvel, dc ect, my fav animes are neon Genesis Evangelion and wonder egg priority ; my highest kin is actually rika from wonder egg 😜, I like expensive shi, I’m a sucker for key rings, anime figures, teddies and like fluffy shi, I have no idea what style I have ☠️ I just put on whatever is clean, I spend all my time and money on honkai impact, COD, genshin impact annnd ROBLOX, that’s it. Also I have long brown hair and blue- greeny eyes and loads of freckles‼️

shshsh this is a lot bby but heey 5'3 bbys <3

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"don't move," makki murmurs, scooted over from the picnic blanket both of you laid to eat lunch, but now full and warm and under the afternoon sunlight, very sleepy. you're on your belly whilst he's over you, and you distinctly felt a sharp movement on your upper shoulders. "what're you doing, dummy?" "i'm making constellations," makki mumbles, the smile evident from his voice. "lining across your pretty freckles."