#matsukawa hurt/comfort

[tomasweetheart]

I'VE LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU THAT HURTS

matsukawa issei x m!reader (pronouns aren't mentioned but the intention is still there), established relationship

warnings: angst, really poor body image on mattsuns part including negative mentions of weight, hurt/comfort, cussing, use of pet names (baby, honey, pretty boy), matsukawa is referred to as mattsun and issei, the friends mentioned are not the seijoh four

notes: i projected a bit oops

mattsun had lost track of time. all he knew was that the light illuminating from his laptop hurt his bloodshot eyes, and if the soft sounds from it weren't the only thing keeping him sane, he would slam it shut in a heartbeat.

he doesn't know how he ended up in this position, really. he's not typically a sensitive guy, he's normally nonchalant, laid back. he walks the world like nothing can hurt him.

but then he thinks about what his friends said.

it was playful, at first. little jabs at his personality that he could rebuttal with ease. teasing them about their flaws, adamant on avoiding striking any nerves.

he just wished they would be as careful as him.

what got to him first, was the mention of his eyebrows. how they were too thick, that they didn't match his face.

which then led to the conversation about his jawline, how it was too triangular, too uneven.

and even though those comments hurt, he took them and bit his tongue. for his own sake. just shake it off, he thought, they're just joking stop being such a fucking baby

it was fine, really.

until they started talking about his weight. how he was too skinny, too tall, too boney. how almost nauseating it was that they could see how his ribs poked through his skin.

yeah, that's what got him.

from practice to home was a blur to him, but he remembers how he stormed to his room. how he sat in his own silence for a moment or so, before his body racked with violent sobs.

he cried. he cried until there was no more air in his lungs, until the sobs got caught in his throat. he gripped his hair and broke down for what felt like an eternity.

and even now, hours later, the thought of everything that happened makes him want to start sobbing again.

but he can't. the lump in his throat sticks there, not daring to move.

he really thinks he's fucking pathetic. to let such words get to him, he knows he shouldn't care. he knows they meant no harm. he knows they were just jokes. he knows he's not that bad looking.

right?

well, he guesses there must be some truth to their words if they poked and prodded at it. he guesses there's some truth if he's allowing himself to be this affected by it.

he doesn't hear you softly open the door to his bedroom.

you had grown worried, you tried to contact him over dozens of times within the past few hours, only to be left on delivered.

at first you were mad, you figured he was just ignoring you for makki or something unimportant, but once oikawa had told you that issei had left the gym in a sulk, you had just grown to be worried.

you slowly made your way towards him, the soft blue glow of his laptop being the only source of light in the room.

when you tripped over his sneakers is when he finally noticed you.

slowly, he turned from his laptop to face you. the cacoon of his blanket covering most of him. that's when you finally got a good look at his face.

his eyes were bloodshot, and his tears from earlier left stains of trails down his cheeks. the dried snot under his nose, his tussled hair and cracked lips showing his distress.

god, you swear, even like this he looks so beautiful.

"issei, baby, what's wrong?" you question, crouching down next to his bed. you reach your hand out, lightly stroking his face.

tears slowly begin to fall from his eyes again. you wipe them away gently with his thumbs.

the gesture alone sends him into another fit of sobs, you wrap your arms around him, rubbing circles on his back as you let him weep into the crook of your neck.

"i can't fucking . . . i'm so pathetic i'm sorry . . ." he blubbers, god he can't believe himself right now.

"nonono baby you aren't pathetic, you're allowed to cry. you're allowed to be upset," you reassure him, "take your time. i'm not going anywhere."

you two stay like that for a few minutes, issei composes himself the best to his ability, before sitting up and letting what happened fall from his lips in a hurry.

your face contorts in anger as he continues, not with him, of course. you couldn't believe what he was saying, what kind of friends were these people?

once he finished, you allowed yourself to speak.

"issei," you began, "what they said about you was absolutely ridiculous."

at first he's taken aback by your words, but then you continue,

"you are one of the most gorgeous boys i have ever laid my eyes on," you said, "your eyebrows aren't too thick, they fit your face perfectly. your jawline is perfect too, and even if it is asymmetrical, most peoples are. it's not uncommon and it certainly does not make you ugly."

you take a deep breath, cupping his hands in yours. giving him a reassuring squeeze before picking up again once more,

"and as for your weight," you began, "i just . . . the fact that they even felt the need to comment on that disgusts me. there is nothing wrong with your weight, as long as you are healthy that's all that matters. whether you be on the bigger or smaller side, as long as you are healthy that's all that should matter. ever. don't listen to the utter bullshit they spew because it's not true. you're a beautiful boy, you're my beautiful boy."

he starts crying again, but this time out of a warm feeling bursting in his chest. he pulls you in for a tight embrace, and you squeeze him just as hard.

"i love you so much." are the only words he's able to mutter before he falls asleep on your shoulders.

you then softly close the lid to his laptop, crawling under the covers with him and placing a kiss on his forehead.

sleep well, pretty boy. is all you can think before drifting off yourself

a/n: i just want to remind you guys that you are beautiful no matter what and you deserve good things. likes, reblogs & comments are appreciated!

[cottonlemonade]

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Miscellaneous

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Multi-Character Stories

🫧 When He Realizes You Are The One [drabble]

characters: Bokuto, Tendou, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Noya, Sugawara, Makki, Daichi, your fave 🫧 IKEA Assembling Chaos [drabble]

characters: Kuroo, Bokuto, Atsumu, Futakuchi, Mattsun, Makki, Noya, Tendou, Oikawa, Ukai, Konoha, Suna, your fave

🍡 The Health Benefits Of Period Sex [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Kuroo, Makki, Mattsun, Futakuchi, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Konoha, Noya, Oikawa, your fave

🍡 Chub Rub [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Noya, Sugawara, Atsumu, Osamu, Mattsun, Iwaizumi, Hoshiumi, Suna, Yaku, your fave

🫧 Watching The Great British Bake Off [reaction]

characters: Sugawara, Bokuto, Hinata, Yamaguchi, Aone, Asahi, Tendou, Kita, Kuroo, Ennoshita, Akaashi, Koganegawa, Makki, Hirugami, Kageyama, Aran, Goshiki, Semi, Kenma, Futakuchi, Noya, Konoha, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Hoshiumi, Suna, Shirabu, Daichi, Ushijima, Mattsun, Osamu, Atsumu, Hoshiumi, Hinata, Bokuto, Oikawa, Yaku, Sakusa, Inuoka

🫧 Teaching You How To Ride A Bike [drabble]

characters: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Noya, Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Ennoshita, Kita, Aran, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Oomimi, your fave

🍡 A Risky Game [drabble]

characters: Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Noya, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Sugawara, Mattsun, Makki, Tendou, Semi, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Post-time skip Hinata, Ukai, Suna, Hoshiumi, Yaku, Hirugami, Daichi, your fave

🫧 Hand Warmers [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Atsumu, Osamu, Suga, Noya, Komori, lowkey Tsukki, Hinata, Ushijima, Kenma, Suna, Hoshiumi, Hirugami, Yaku, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Bokuto, Kuroo, Kageyama, Mattsun, Makki, Semi, Konoha, your fave

🌱 Never Too Much [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Yaku, Suna, Noya, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto, Mattsun, Komori, your fave

🍡 One More Snooze [drabble]

characters: Osamu, Atsumu, Tendou, Komori, Kuroo, Bokuto, lowkey Kenma, Oikawa, Meian, Suna, Nishinoya, Konoha, Futakuchi, Hirugami, Sugawara, Yaku, Mattsun, Kita, your fave

🫧 Pants vs. Skirts [drabble]

characters: Tendou, Kuroo, Komori, Oikawa, Nishinoya, Konoha, Atsumu, Bokuto, Sugawara, Semi, Yaku, Inuoka, Matsukawa, Suna, Hoshiumi, your fave

🫧 fluff // 🌱 comfort // 🍡 suggestive // 🪭 spice // 🌧️ angst/hurt

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06 [closed] 🎃 Trick or Treat Movie Night (fall/900 followers)

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[suyaaachin]

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

when he's your rival

ft. kei tsukishima, tooru oikawa, tetsurou kuroo, atsumu miya

irrevocable words

ft. osamu miya, tetsurou kuroo, keiji akaashi, kei tsukishima

defending s/o from jealous girls

ft. tetsurou kuroo, tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima

protecting their crush on a subway

ft. keiji akaashi, wakatoshi ushijima, kei tsukishima

getting stuck in the locker room

ft. hajime iwaizumi, kei tsukishima, tetsurou kuroo, keiji akaashi

insecure s/o reacting to a confession part 2

ft. kotaro bokuto, tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima

part 2; ft. hajime iwaizumi, satori tendou, issei matsukawa

accidental ambush

ft. kotaro bokuto, tooru oikawa, wakatoshi ushijima, tetsurou kuroo

the morning after

ft. tobio kageyama, osamu miya, hajime iwaizumi, satori tendou

comforting their s/o after a major surgery

ft. shinsuke kita, rintaro suna, osamu miya, atsumi miya

asking them to pose for your drawing

ft. tetsurou kuroo, keiji akaashi, satori tendou

turn and keep going

ft. tetsurou kuroo, hajime iwaizumi, keiji akaashi

spell it out for me

ft. kei tsukishima, yaku morisuke, tooru oikawa

first time holding hands

ft. koushi sugawara, hajime iwaizumi, tadashi yamaguchi, keiji akaashi

s/o who cries a lot

ft. keiji akaashi, kei tsukishima, koushi sugawara

calling them by their full name

ft. daichi sawamura, hajime iwaizumi, keiji akaashi, morisuke yaku

too hot to cuddle

ft. atsumu miya, osamu miya, tetsurou kuroo, kenma kozuma, tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, kiyoomi sakusa

back cracking

ft. atsumu miya, kei tsukishima, hajime iwaizumi, tetsurou kuroo, rintarou suna, shinsuke kita, shoyo hinata, tooru oikawa, keishin ukai

is your girlfriend single?

ft. atsumu miya, rintaro suna, kotaro bokuto

only love can hurt like this

ft. tetsurou kuroo, kotaro bokuto, tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi

how they comfort you

ft. hajime iwaizumi, kotaro bokuto, kiyoomi sakusa

switch and bending machine

ft. kei tsukishima, kenma kozume, rintaro suna, tobio kageyama, eita semi, tetsurou kuroo, lev haiba, hajime iwaizumi, keiji akaashi

"oh no, you've got it all wrong. she does bite." part 2

ft. inarizaki, shiratorizawa

part 2; ft. karasuno, nekoma

domesticity with them

ft. hajime iwaizumi, tetsurou kuroo, keiji akaashi, aran ojiro, wakatoshi ushijima

s/o having a panic attack at night

ft. yu nishinoya, kei tsukishima, tetsurou kuroo

falling asleep on him part 2 part 3 part 4

ft. kei tsukishima, keiji akaashi, hajime iwaizumi

part 2; ft. kenma kozume, tetsurou kuroo

part 3; ft. tooru oikawa, atsumu miya

part 4; ft. tadashi yamaguchi, wakatoshi ushijima, osamu miya

accidentally hitting them in the balls part 2

ft. kotaro bokuto, tooru oikawa

part 2; ft. shoyo hinata, tetsurou kuroo

best friends

ft. shoyo hinata, satori tendou, kotaro bokuto and keiji akaashi

shutting you up (lovingly) part 2

ft. tooru oikawa, hajime iwaizumi, atsumu miya

part 2; ft. issei matsukawa, keiji akaashi, kotaro bokuto, rintaro suna

[rintarousgirl]

dating matsukawa issei is like...

a/n: please enjoy the headcanons! off topic but i have like 60 followers rn and i just want to say thank you very much and please send in requests!! beware of the smut below the cut (all smut is post timeskip)

★ - before dating matsukawa, you'd been crushing on him. and you'd been crushing on him for a while. ever since your first year of high school you'd found yourself growing incredibly fond of the heavy-lidded boy in your mathematics class.

★ - three years later, halfway through your third year, you confess to him on Valentine's Day. he's amused by your confession, watching you stare at your feet as you hold out a small box of chocolates and pink letter with neat handwriting out to him.

★ - it's more surprising to you when he accepts, curious and teasing the shy girl who'd confessed to the closed off matsukawa issei.

★ - he's very comfortable with you right off the bat, and there's no special milestones for things. he sits with you at lunch, or well, he drags you over to his table and introduces you to his volleyball friends.

★ - he always has an arm around your shoulders or waist. he likes holding you close to his side, enjoying how small you felt next to how tall he was. you certainly weren't complaining.

★ - loves hugging you from behind, resting his chin on your head and his hands dangling off your shoulders. also a big ego boost for him about his height.

★ - loves lazy cuddling in his bed. holds you close as the two of you watch a movie at his house. you groan when he falls asleep, but he grumbles and says, "how can I help it when you're so soft?"

★ - holds your chin when you kiss, so you can't get embarrassed and pull away. of course, if you want to stop, he will, but he won't let you hide. not from him.

★ - carries your bags and books for you in the school hallway.

★ - you have a box in his closet with all your belongings for when you're over there. sweatshirts, underwear, etc...

★ - handholding is a must. he's a surprisingly affectionate guy for seemingly being so lazy.

★ - buys your favorite flavor of chapstick so he always tastes good for you when you kiss. it's small, but it's sweet and thoughtful.

★ - always is sharing clothes with you. sometimes he'll purposefully leave his sweatshirts at your house in hopes you'll show up to school the next day.

★ - always buys you your favorite chocolates before dates. he'll stop by the store and grab them, even if you guys are just going to a picnic in the park or something.

★ - loves swimming. he loves to drag you and the other third-years to go swimming with him. is constantly pushing you off the dock and then jumping in after to you and pretending he didn't.

★ - is always willing to give piggyback rides when your feet/legs hurt. volleyball has built up a lot of muscle for him, and lifting you is no harder than lifting his baby brother.

★ - petnames include "baby, sugar, and sweetheart." along with multiple silly nicknames based on your name.

★ - dating matsukawa issei feels like summer all over again, even in the deep frostbite of japan's winter season. he's warm and soft and cuddly. he feels like late mornings in bed, sheets tangled and the sun peering in through the windows. it feels like freshly washed linen and blooming gardens. matsukawa issei feels like a breath of fresh air.

★ - matsukawa pins your wrists above you as you fuck, watching you gasp and squirm and be completely unable to do something about it as he overstimulates you.

★ - matsukawa can't keep his mouth off you. he's kissing your lips, your breasts, sucking deep marks into your neck, biting at your hips.

★ - matsukawa pounds into you until the sheets beneath you both are soaked with your fluids and the only noise leaving you are soft little "ah-ah-ah"'s.

★ - matsukawa loves to brush your hair from you eyes and watch as they cloud over with lust and want.

★ - matsukawa can't help but smirk and grow a bit hard when he sees you in your bathing suit.

★ - he loves sweet dirty talk.

★ - "can't help but touch you when you look so pretty just for me, baby."

★ - doesn't let you hide your face. "c'mon baby, let me see your face when you cum."

★ - is obsessed with eating you out. he loves the way you taste, and feels intoxicated when he's between your thighs. matsukawa issei is totally pussy drunk off you.

★ - he absolutely adores teasing you in public, watching you blush and bite your lip as your thighs rub together. you try so hard to maintain conversation with oikawa, iwaizumi, and hanamaki but you can't help the way you stutter and squirm as his hand brushes your clit, fingers touching you through your soaked panties.

★ - he loves it when you whine and cry for him.

★ "please," you gasp, reaching for him. he pins your hands above your head with one hand of his own, and your hips buck lightly. "i need you, issei."

★ - "shh, don't cry baby," he'll coo as he kisses your wet cheeks, "i'll touch you baby, i promise."

★ - he begs for just the tip after a stressful day at work, and he keeps his promise to go no further but you can't help the way you twitch and squirm. he'll hide his face in your neck, his hand firmly planted on your hip as he tries so hard not to bottom-out in you.

★ - laughs as your hands fumble with his belt, shaking and desperate for his cock.

★ - covers his mouth and hopes his groans are relatively quiet when you sneak under his desk while on a video call with his clients at the funeral home. tries his hardest to stay focused as you lick along his length and pop his tip into your mouth.

★ - loves semi-public sex. he'll fuck you in a closet at a family gathering, tease you under the table, grind against you behind the kitchen counter while everyone else is in the kitchen.

★ - has very high stamina and can easily go a handful of rounds. your pleasure always comes before his anyway.

[samiwok]

/SAMIWOK.2024/

🫧 ❛ LOVE LOTTERY ❜ ; iwaizumi x reader social media au

⁂ . . .GENRE !! modern, college au, minsunderstandings, childhood friends, hurt/comfort

⁂ . . .STARRING !! fem reader, iwaizumi, oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa

⁂ . . .NOTES !! cursing, might be written parts, taglist is always open, feel free to send an ask if you want to join!

* starting soon. updates once a week

✰ you told yourself three rules before entering university. one : you’ll focus more on your studies than you ever did. after all, now that your dream was so close you couldn’t allow yourself to ruin it all by lacking serious. two : you’d try to go towards others this year, your friends are not far, actually they’re with you and you know you can count on them but you need to meet new people. three : no love story. they never end well, and you can’t endure the pain caused by a broken heart. not again. but when on the very first day in tokyo national university, a familiar face appears right in front of you, it seems to be harder to respect your own rules.

oikawa & cie [ iwa gc ] ❖ [ y/n gc ] tsumu bully squad

ACT ONE !! … time has passed

✮ — 01. homesick ✮ — 02. no doubt it’s him ✮ — 03. what a face you have

. . . more to come

ACT TWO !! … yet these feelings never faded

. . . more to come

[lizzy06]

Matsukawa Issei x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Aoba Johsai Fic Rec Masterlist

Of Swings and Snakes | Pt.2 ✨✨by @dira333 (oneshot, angst with happy ending) [COMPLETED]

Wingman on crutches✨ by @cottonlemonade (oneshot, HILARIOUS, fluff) “Why is she talking to him?”.[COMPLETED]

Grids in the sky✨ by @myelocin (oneshot, angst, break up, lil comfort) here’s how you let go of seven years’ worth of love, while here’s how Issei’s the first to let go, then hold on to it. in which you love him a little less as the days go by, just as you love you a little more with every new goodbye that’s realized.[COMPLETED]

spare me the details/ tumblr✨✨ by @etherrreal/Dawn (etherrreal) (oneshot, fluff) matsukawa is a good friend, which is why when you ask for his help figuring out what to wear for your date, he agrees without thinking much of it. but the longer he spends watching you get ready, the more he realizes how much he doesn’t want you to go.[COMPLETED]

「Lamplight | 燈光」✨✨ by yuren Lover's Rock (oneshot, college au at start, angst with open ending, hurt/comfort)Just when you think you got the hang of things, life throws you into the wash and puts you on the heaviest spin cycle, and you think to yourself, what the fuck am I doing?[COMPLETED]

positions✨ by strawberricream (oneshot, fluff) issei never knew how much he loved touching you until he was granted unconditional permission to do so.[COMPLETED]

 Crow Series:Matsukawa✨ by thisworthierking  (oneshot, fluff) Your day gets worse when a crow steals your transit pass, luckily a cute middle blocker is there to help you out.[COMPLETED]

truth or truth✨ by fireflew1 (oneshot, fluff, humor) a game that you and your roommate play every friday night takes an unexpected, exciting turn.[COMPLETED]

Lavender Rose ✨by tsumuthestallion (oneshot, fluff) You were just a few minutes away from closing when the funeral director from across the street comes into your flower shop asking for a favor.[COMPLETED]

Run✨ by SolluxWantsMe (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) soulmate AU in which you and your soulmate both have black birthmarks in the first place that you touch each other.[COMPLETED]

Flirtations✨ by @v4mptsuki (oneshot, fluff) matsukawa is crushing on the reader, and he’s oblivious to her feelings for him despite her being oikawa’s childhood best friend.[COMPLETED]

Fake Dating and then Falling in Love  by @osamiiya (oneshot, fake dating, fluff)Fake dating each other to go to a wedding, falling in love.[COMPLETED]

Matsukawa x reader by @sunatooru (oneshot, fluff) Just an intese game of monopoly with mastsukawa.[COMPLETED]

Symbol of US by @umikawa (oneshot, fluff) “You trust me, don’t you?”.[COMPLETED]

Letter by @box-of-roses (oneshot, fluff) After spending the entire night trying to make the perfect confession letter you get to the end of the day. In your anxious state you find unlikely help.[COMPLETED]

Mayhem at The Festival by @cottonlemonade (oneshot, fluff) fluffy school festival with crush Mattsun.[COMPLETED]

Sleepy Cuddles With Matsukawa by @toru-oikawas-milkbread (oneshot, fluff) When the landlord can’t fix your freezing cold apartment building after the heat goes out just as it’s starting to get cold outside, you get desperate and call your boyfriend to come and help warm you up.[COMPLETED]

Can Not Sleep✨ by liillyliilly (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) He realized his fault in tying the two of them together, and for a moment he did look apologetic. So he offered words as a condolence, “You’re pretty.” [COMPLETED]

falling back into you by tatesu (oneshot, fluff) After running back into your ex, you discover you weren't as over him as you thought.[COMPLETED]

lamp light by tatesu (oneshot, fluff) Your first night sneaking out with your best friend takes an unexpected turn.[COMPLETED]

Winning you over by Teapots_and_Teacups (oneshot, fluff, suggestive at the end) Despite Matsukawa’s initial protest at your arrival at the room share house they all lived in, you’d settled enough that no one was exactly pushing you to look at new places to live. The four of them had all admitted that they were single and looking. You just happened to be single and in the middle of it all.[COMPLETED]

Be my Boo by abswrites (oneshot, fluff) When you and Lev sneak into a supposedly haunted funeral home, the last thing you were expecting was to meet a hot (ghost?) guy. But hey, you’re not complaining.[COMPLETED]

the sweater(s) by strawberricream (oneshot, fluff) your relationship with his sweater(s) as background background character(s).[COMPLETED]

everyday is everyday by strawberricream (oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

Lover's Rock  by patrocues (oneshot, college au, fluff) Matsukawa is not a smoother talker, which is why he decides to talk about dancing.[COMPLETED]

Say it.✨ by moonmayhem (oneshot, fluff) Requested Prompt: "Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it."[COMPLETED]

Falling by That_chump (oneshot, angsttt, fluff) When you met Matsukawa for the first time, you were immediately drawn to him. He’s tall, handsome, has a mysterious air to him. The more you got to know him, the more you saw firsthand how caring, loving, and passionate he could be. After getting to know him longer, you also began to see how self-deprecating and hard on himself he could be.[COMPLETED] Million Reasons<KINDA PART @ OF FALLING>  by That_chump (oneshot, angst with happy ending smut) After everything, you know you should let him go, but you can’t help but search for reasons to stay.[COMPLETED]

Seijoh's New Manager by demxnscous (oneshot, fluff) When your good acquaintance, Matsukawa, approaches you to ask if you'd be interested in taking the job of Manager for Seijoh's volley ball team, you're conflicted on whether or not you should even consider the offer…[COMPLETED]

We're Going to Tokyo!? by GoDownWithTheShips (oneshot, fluff) It's not as if every high school couple breaks up, some end up spending forever together. However, as the final whistle blows and surprised silence turns into thunderous roars, (F/N) isn't so sure whether Issei and her will make it past graduation. All she can hope is that the final whistle doesn't blow on their relationship.[COMPLETED]

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Consternation by asahiswife (oneshot, comfort, fluff) A rough day at work leads Issei down a dark train of thought. You're there to bring him back.[COMPLETED]

Horror Movie Trope by Kuroba_Nyx (oneshot, fluff) "So…I think a source said that this was based on a true story".[COMPLETED]

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Truth or Dare by h3art_ablaz3 (oneshot, making out, fluff) What happens when the Seijoh 4 end up playing truth or dare and you're dared to make out with your best friend that you've secretly liked for years?[COMPLETED]

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[nectardaddy]

the cards, the cards, the cards will tell . . . the past, the present, and the future as well . . . WANT A READING ?

note: happy holidays! while I don't celebrate the traditional holidays, I wanted to partake in a little something! so happy winter solstice <3 

specs/rules: these will be drabble length unless a fire gets set under me (500 words at least), please only request one I really don't want to get burnt out! give me some time to write these please and thank you :)) 

status: requests closed, slots are filled! <3

sit down at my table, put your minds at ease. if you relax, it will enable me to do anything I please . . . you want a love reading, huh?

alright, pick what calls to you: shoyo hinata, kei tsukishima, hajime iwaizumi, issei matsukawa, atsumu miya, osamu miya, rintaro suna, shinsuke kita, kotaro bokuto, keiji akaashi, tetsuro kuroo, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa, shugo meian, shimizu kiyoko, koushi sugawara

nothing speaking to you? ask the witch, they might be able to help! 

⋆｡✶ the major arcana

the fool . . . meet ugly  the magician . . . enemies to lovers  the high priestess . . . childhood friends to lovers  the lovers . . . meet cute  the tower . . . opposites attract  the sun . . . neighbors to lovers 

⋆｡✶the minor arcana

cups . . . fluff  swords . . . platonic relationship / friendship  wands . . . slice of life pentacles . . . hurt/comfort

see what's in the crystal ball ✧ i. matsukawa, the sun, four of wands upright

✧ s. kiyoko, the high priestess, ace of cups upright 

✧ a. miya, the magician, two of pentacles in reverse 

✧ i. matsukawa, the fool, page of cups upright 

✧ s. kita, the sun, knight of cups upright 

✧ o. miya, the fool

✧ k. sakusa, the high priestess, two of wands upright 

✧ h. iwaizumi, the magician

✧ k. akaashi, the high priestess, four of wands upright

✧ t. kuroo, the high priestess, two of pentacles in reverse

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

Place your gilded crown upon my head (and carve your home into my chest)

Day 6 of Thank You, Haikyuu - event masterlist here

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader (gn) x oikawa tooru

length: 8.3k

genre: medieval royalty au !! fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: arranged marriage but they fall in looove, some vague talk of war, also some very vague talk of prostitution, guys this is as close as I'll get to writing smut ever so soak it up

a/n: tell me you can't tell how in love I am with hanamaki and how badly I wanted to make this abt him

tags: @love-and-lore

Tooru thinks, at first, that he must have misunderstood the words directed at him, that there's no crisis he could come across that would cause Hajime to cast him aside like this. But when he blinks and stares, his eyes boring into the knight until he repeats himself, Tooru knows it to be true.

The betrayal that coils in his gut when he realizes that is painful in a way that Hajime had always protected him from. He'd forgotten what he was capable of, really, having seldom been on the receiving end of Hajime's sharp tongue. But it is there, nonetheless.

He supposes, though, that Hajime was always capable of it, and he can see it when he really considers the man in front of him. The two of them had grown up together, afternoons as children spent with wooden toy swords and sand castles morphing into long nights pouring over treaties and battle strategies, a shining sword strapped to Hajime's hip and a gilded crown perched atop Tooru's head.

There is a reason he chose to keep Hajime by his side, a reason he relies on his sharp wit and firm resolve. He just hadn't thought that he would ever have to pay the price… not like this, at least.

"We both knew this day would come, Your Highness," Hajime's voice rings through Tooru as he watches the prince lean, keeling over a bit to brace himself on the table between them, staring at the map of his nation. "Arranged marriages like this are… unavoidable."

"But not yet," Tooru snaps, his hands gripping the stone edge of the table. "We have… we had time. We still have time. This doesn't have to happen yet."

"You Highness," Hajime says it kindly, with a love that feels like a knife twisting in Tooru's ribs. "This is the best decision. A civil war in a neighbouring nation is dangerous. An allegiance like this will bring us the promise of peace no matter the outcome of the war on our borders."

"There's another way," Tooru says stubbornly, but his eyes flit over the maps in front of him desperately. "We don't need to do this. You - you don't need to ask this of me. We'll find another way." Hajime's sigh is almost imperceivable as he steps towards the Prince. 

"Tooru," he says gently. "This is the decision that must be made. Go to your father. Tell him what's been decided."

"My father is ill and bedridden," Tooru snaps. "And he doesn't - he doesn't know what's best for me or this country anymore. He will say yes no matter what I ask of him."

"I know, Your Highness," Hajime says firmly. "Which is why I will only ever present him with what is necessary… and right." Tooru's eyes, when he finally looks up at Hajime, are big and glassy, plush bottom lip quivering.

"This is not right," he chokes out. One of the knights by the entryway shifts on his feet, restless as he pretends not to look on.

"It is," Hajime insists,

"There is another way."

"Your Highness, this is-"

"You will find another way." There's a desperate tilt to Tooru's voice, a hysteria that threatens to break through that has Hajime turning his gaze sharply to the men on either side of the door.

"Matsukawa," he barks. The knight turns and stares. "Watch outside. No one is to enter." Matsukawa salutes to his captain as he leaves, slipping out and leaving just one other to look on as the scene unfolds, as Tooru crosses his arms and glares.

"Do you understand how much I love you?" Hajime says simply. Tooru straightens. 

"You have told me."

"Then please, my love, remember that it is true. Everything that I do here… I do for you. I must ask this of you… I would be a coward not to." Tooru scoffs at his words and looks away, blinking the tears back from his eyes.

"You could never be a coward," he says weakly. 

"I would be if I didn't guide you towards this decision. If I let my love for you cloud my devotion to you… there is no greater sin to me. I will not abandon my prince in his moment of need." Hajime's words are final, and when Tooru stares at him, he can't help but feel a bit of guilt swirling in his gut. How could he think that Hajime was ever doing this to cast him aside, to forsake this forbidden love that they share? Iwaizumi Hajime loves through loyalty, and it is not so often that Tooru forgets this. In this moment, Hajime bending to kneel before him, his head bowed, Tooru wonders how he ever thought his lover would abandon him.

"Please," says the knight, like a blade bowing before its master. "Let me love you in the only way that I know how. Let me keep you safe." And Tooru… well, he is often powerless in the face of his love, he finds. And this is no different.

"It will be done, then," he says simply. And in that moment, his fate is sealed.

"What if I am unwanted?" Tooru muses, a servant brushing through his hair as another smooths the silks that he wears. He watches Hajime through the reflection in his vanity mirror, the knight standing dutifully by the door of his chambers.

"Have the people not told you enough, Your Highness? You are beloved by all - there is no one who could not want you," he says honestly, but a glance towards the servants has Hajime clearing his throat and breaking eye contact with the prince, choosing to stare straight ahead, instead.

"What do you think?" Tooru asks the servant in front of him, the one who's just stepped back to admire their work. He blinks when he's spoken to, a nervousness hazing the air around him.

"Me, Your Highness? Well… it is true, of course. Your strength and beauty are known by all," the servant says politely. Tooru hums thoughtfully.

"And my fiance?" He asks bitterly, a sour look passing over his face. Hajime doesn't look at him this time, though, too aware of the watchful eyes of those attending to his beloved.

"It is as discussed, Your Highness. Your betrothed will be here shortly - a portion of your guard has been sent to… retrieve them and ensure safe travels. You will meet your fiance soon."

"Well," Tooru sighs with all the weight of a boy being adorned in a golden crown. "I suppose we'd better get on with this, then."

But as he stands and straightens his shoulders and walks past Hajime out into the long corridors of a place he once called home, Tooru can't help but feel the shackles of this life tightening around his wrists and ankles every step of the way. Hajime is dutiful as always, three paces behind him and never straying further, but with every moment Tooru feels the gap between them growing. He bears the weight of the crown on his head and wonders, in a sharp, stabbing sort of way, if Hajime feels the weight of the shield on his back and the sword on his hip, as well.

More likely, Tooru thinks bitterly as they approach the castle entrance, Hajime bears this weight better than Tooru ever could. As the commotion of a series of carriages pulling up outside clouds his thoughts, he thinks that perhaps Hajime has just always been a bit better at all of this than him.

But Hajime wonders, just for a moment, if this really was the right decision when you step out of the carriage in front of them and come face-to-face with your future husband. Your bow is… minimal, the action of someone who's grown up close enough to the throne to think it to be theirs. And as you're introduced by one of the attendees you've brought with you, Hajime takes note of you - of the way you speak, sharp and quick and clever.

Your eyes, most of all, are what startles him as they sweep across the people in front of you, settling on him for just a moment before returning to the Prince. There's a sort of hunger in them, a lust for power that he's often seen in royals. As Tooru glances towards him, Hajime knows that they're both wondering the same thing. Why would you willingly give up the war for the throne in your home nation, stepping down and allowing your siblings to continue the struggle without you, when you are so clearly hungry for that power?

"This is Iwaizumi," Tooru's voice pulls Hajime out of whatever trance he was in as he turns and bows to you while he's introduced. "He's the captain of my royal guard. He will… be yours now, as well. Your safety is in his hands. " Tooru stumbles a bit as he speaks, the reality of it all slamming into him a bit too harshly. Hajime is… no longer his alone. You are to be his spouse, his partner. His guard will be shared, his secrets will be… well, he tries not to think about it. Not yet, at least.

But his worries follow him into the evening, trailing after him as they curl into the long shadows cast by the torches on the stone walls. When he speaks to Hajime in hushed tones in his chambers after everyone's settled, you secluded to your pre-marital suite in a separate part of the castle, these worries of his seem to only grow.

"This was a bad idea," Tooru hisses. "We're going to get caught. It's - they don't seem like someone you can get a secret past, do they?"

"This is good," Hajime argues back patiently, settling Tooru with a calmness that the prince wishes he could share. "You chose well. Remember, we needed this to secure an alliance with whoever siezes the throne in their nation. They're quick and sharp, yes - but that's good. That's helpful to us, my love." 

"But what if we're discovered?" Tooru says desperately, a cracking pain heard in his voice that has Hajime moving towards him where he sits on his bed. He kneels before the prince, reaching to gently unfurl Tooru's clenched fists and release the silk bedding from his grip so that he can hold onto his hands instead, pressing kisses across his knuckles. 

"We will not be," Hajime says firmly. "I promise, my love. I will not let anything happen to you."

Promises such as that, however, are often difficult to keep - secrets becoming harder to bury under the weight of watchful eyes. As the days pass, you remain much the same as you were when you first arrived, quick and observant and upright, but… silent. Proper and polite with that razor-sharp edge of yours. It's when you and Tooru are in one of his many sitting rooms, a myriad of people having come and gone throughout the morning to speak to you about wedding preparations, that it begins to wear on the prince a bit too much. 

You're… quiet, throughout the whole thing, always looking to your fiance to answer, always letting his preferences take precedence. Tooru, for what it's worth, is trying desperately to figure out why - to try to decipher the intent behind your sharp gaze and politely folded hands. It unsettles him, eventually prompting him to huff and slouch in his chair and wave everyone away until it's just the two of you, Hajime standing where he always does by the door, always watchful, always present.

"Is something troubling you, Your Highness?" You ask as the last servant scurries out of the room and the door is shut once more. Tooru doesn't really try to hide his scowl at your words, but a sharp look from Hajime over your shoulder has him catching himself as he remembers the knight's words - as he remembers his lover begging on his knees to find some way to make this work.

"You have to at least try," he'd said. "This is your future spouse. Perhaps they are not so awful as they seem." Tooru sighs at the memory, at the way Hajime had kissed him and held him and coaxed him into agreeing. So, the prince tries.

"We'll have everything moved during the ceremony and wedding festivities," he says instead of answering your question. "So that the process doesn't disturb you."

"Moved, Your Highness?"

"Into my chambers," Tooru explains, his brows furrowing as he wonders how you're confused. "Your things will be moved into my suite when we're married because… you'll be moved in then." You look at him for a long moment then before you roll your shoulders back just a fraction, a split second of your perfect facade cracking. It's a moment of understanding, almost, as he sees the instant you show how heavily this weighs on your shoulders, as well. But it's gone as soon as it happens and Tooru's left with his lips downturned as he watches you again.

"May I speak candidly?" You ask. Tooru's frown deepens.

"We are to be married. I'm not sure why you wouldn't."

"Well," you begin carefully. "I'm not sure why we would alter our current arrangement. This is a diplomatic marriage - nothing more. There's no need for us to pretend that it's anything other than that." Tooru gapes at you as you speak, shock crossing over his face before anger burns through him. Hajime, where he stands behind you, turns and lets his gaze fall on you. You, who's come into his nation, inserted yourself into his life and his love, you cannot stand him enough to even live with him.

"We will be married," he repeats, his words a bit more venomous than perhaps is warranted, something he's reminded of when Hajime frowns pointedly at him over your head. "We could at least pretend to be able to stand one another."  You straighten back up at that, any moment of softness that had seeped into you slipping away at Tooru's outburst. 

"Your Highness," you say firmly. "I have no plans to chain you to me in any way that you do not wish. I am saying this for your benefit. I see no reason for you to cease living the way you please just because I'm here." Tooru sort of freezes at that, his gaze flitting to Hajime as the knight stands still, holding his breath at your words.

"What… do you mean?" Tooru curses himself for the way his voice wavers. But, in response, you almost smile, a quick upturn of your lips.

"The working girls employed by the royal families are famed across our nations' lines. I am not so ignorant as to be unaware of them," you say simply. Tooru almost chokes at that.

"I - I beg your pardon?" He splutters.

"What I'm saying, Your Highness," you sigh, apparently tired of him feigning ignorance. "Is that I understand how difficult it would become to continue having these visitors to your chambers, as I'm sure you do now, if I were to be here with you. I'd rather not be sent away in the evenings to bide my time elsewhere. I'd rather… well, my moving into your chambers is not a necessary part of this agreement."

You're quiet after you speak, turning your gaze to the window, to the summer sun that shines in and the sheer white curtains that blow in the breeze. You look… trapped, helpless and longing in a way that you hadn't before. Or perhaps, Tooru thinks rather painfully, he'd just never noticed.

You, with your endless pride and self-respect, who holds your head so high and your spine so straight - Tooru can't understand how you think so lowly of yourself that you expected him to keep you away from him, in a separate part of the castle alone, so that he could have affairs and live a life of his choosing so far from you.

When he reaches for your hand, tangling his fingers with yours despite your shock, Tooru feels like he's looking at you for the first time. Your hands, soft and gentle and trembling ever so slightly. Your eyes, soft and hurt in a way that only comes from fleeing a civil war. Tooru finds himself wishing he could apologize, wishing he could take back his cold, sullen gaze as you look at him. 

"I would not do that to you," is what he says instead. "I hold too much respect for you to treat you in such a way."

"You needn't have any respect for me, Your Highness," you say simply. "That was not part of this agreement." Tooru squeezes your hand gently.

"I am to be your husband. That is reason enough for me." Tooru says it like it's simple, like it's a fact written in the stars that you should already know. You stare at him unwaveringly, though, when he speaks, an uncertainty twisting in you.

"I'm not sure," he goes on. "Why you would think anything other than that. You hold onto your righteousness so tightly, I wouldn't think you'd be so willing to sacrifice your marriage like this." Tooru looks down at your hands as he speaks, at the way he twists his fingers with yours and the way that you so easily let him.

"It is all I have," you say quietly.

"Hm?"

"My righteousness. It is all I have. I have lost my nation to the war of my brothers. I have lost my home and been sent somewhere with customs different from mine, with food and weather and clothes that I barely know… all to marry a man who will barely speak to me. I have nothing left, Your Highness."

If Tooru hadn't been so shocked by your words, if a guilt and a selfishness had not burned through him, perhaps you wouldn't have been able to slip your hands from his grip so easily and stand before him. He looks up at you, all the same, his face twisted with regret. You take no notice.

"If you'll excuse me now, Your Highness, I'd like to retire to my chambers." You bow then, a proper and humble thing that has Tooru standing and putting his hands on your shoulders as you rise. You, royalty in your own right, stand before him and wait for his permission to leave.

"Why are you treating me as if I am crowned and you are not?" Tooru asks and his hands tighten on your shoulders. He wants to shake you, just a bit, just enough to rattle his panic out of himself.

"I am not anymore," you say, and you're not sure who flinches more at the waver in your voice, the flutter of your eyelids over glossy, tear-filled eyes. "I am marrying you. Your titles, your throne, your life will be mine." Tooru takes his hands off of you at that, stepping back to bow to you, ignoring the sharp, little inhale of your breath at the action.

When he rises, he glances at Hajime, and the knight straightens at the attention.  

"Iwaizumi will accompany you," he explains firmly.

"It's simply a walk to the other side of the castle."

"And your safety is my utmost priority. I've put my life in his hands many times. There is no one better to watch over you."

"He is your guard. You already gave me Hanamaki," you point out stubbornly, but Tooru just shakes his head.

"He is as much yours now as he is mine… all of this is," he says earnestly. You wonder, as you sweep out of the room with Hajime following dutifully behind, how truthful Tooru was being - how willing he will be to follow through with his promises.

Hajime, for what it's worth, is also reeling from the interaction, following swiftly behind you as you walk through the corridors as if they're your own. Although, if Tooru is to be believed, they really will be your own soon enough. He assumes, then, that you know your way around well enough to know that you are not, in fact, heading back to your rooms at all. Instead, you veer left, away from the stone walls and arched ceilings and out towards the castle gardens. 

"Your Highness," Hajime says gently. You stop slowly, a resigned sort of look passing over your face as you turn to him, like you knew this moment was coming.

"Am I to go back to my rooms?" You ask. Hajime blanches at the insinuation that he could order you to go anywhere at all. Hanamaki, where he's been trailing after the two of you, snorts at the look on his captain's face.

"No, Your Highness," Hajime says patiently, reeling himself in from the shock. "You are to go wherever you please. I merely wish to make sure you are confident in your direction." You tilt your head at that, eyeing him up and down for a moment before turning on your heel and continuing on your way.

"I am often confident, Iwaizumi," you call over your shoulder. "It is a small comfort amidst all of this." Needless to say, neither Hajime nor Hanamaki questions you beyond that as they follow you out to the gardens, dutifully walking three paces behind you as you wander endlessly through paths of flowers and around fountains and under great statues, the sun pouring and endless, golden glow onto the three of you. 

Hajime is impressed, he finds, at how long you walk and wonder and move before you finally give in to rest. The bench that you've found is shrouded by the shade of a weeping willow, a dozen or so of them scattered across this section of the garden and holding the sky's great light at bay. Hajime takes the time to look around while you sit - and pretends not to notice the way you slip your feet out of your shoes for just a moment to ease the ache that he's sure has set in. You're deep enough into the gardens that he has difficulty even remembering this place.

Hanamaki, to Hajime's firm approval, takes up residence a few feet from your bench, standing at attention solidly despite the heat and the sun shining down on his armour. As you sit, you tip your head back to look up at the tree, at the way the breeze slowly sways the branches and bathes you in shadow. The endlessness of the sprawling, open gardens and the distant horizon beyond, you learn, cannot find you here, and there is a peace to be found in this small solitude.

"I didn't know there were trees like this here," you say softly, keeping your head tipped back.

"They are not native to this area. The climate makes it difficult for them to grow here - it's only thanks to the dedication and skill of the groundskeepers that they are able to survive. But this is not their home." Hajime regrets adding that as soon as the words have left his mouth, pointedly looking away as Hanamaki tilts his head to scowl at him when he sees you clench your fists in your lap and bite your bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

"They grow everywhere back home," you say quietly, in a voice that's so soft it's almost missed by the two of them. But then, you begin to weep, shuttering sobs leaving you as you sit quietly, trying desperately to keep the outburst at bay. "I would like to be alone for a while," you say, keeping your eyes trained down to the ground.

"I am sorry, Your Highness." And Hajime does mean it. "You have been left in my care and I cannot leave you unattended here. However… privacy is something I can always offer you." With that, Hajime turns sharply to Hanamkai, who's already watching him, waiting for a command that he knows will come.

"The bridge we passed under that marks the entryway to this section - remain there. No one is to enter until you hear from me. Understood?" Hanamaki's response to his captain's command is firm, his departure from the two of you swift. Hajime, in turn, moves to stand just in front of the bench that you're seated on, off to the side so as to not obstruct your view of the surrounding gardens. He keeps his gaze trained forward, away from you and unable to look on without you noticing. 

When you weep then, there is a part of you that cries for the kindness of it all, for the steady, reliable solidness that is Hajime as he stands dutifully. The loyalty that he shows - it feels a bit too much like love, and that's something that you've found yourself desperate for since coming here.

Hajime stands for hours as you sob and sniffle and then breathe deeply to calm yourself. Through it all, he does not move, does not waver, does not look. When you clear your throat and stand, smoothing down your hair and patting your face, he does not move. 

It's not until you stand in front of him and speak that he looks at you.

"I would like to go back now… to my chambers, please," you say quietly, the solidness that he's learned to be so familiar with finding its way back into your voice.

"As you wish, Your Highness," is his response as he dips his head to bow. He does not mention the flush of your face, the redness of your eyes and nose and the way you quietly sniffle during the walk back. He offers his arm silently when you sigh, your feet aching as you begin the long trek. He does not complain when you lean a bit too much weight on him. Hajime loves through loyalty, through a constraint steadiness, and you find yourself understanding quickly why Tooru values him so much. 

That value, you learn over time, is something more than the loyalty of a knight to a prince. The pre-marital chambers that you'd been given are lavish, tall ceilings and velvet couches, the bed piled with silk sheets and cushions and woven blankets. Despite that, however, sleep evades you on the night before your wedding. 

As you roll over again, having tossed and turned the whole night, you wonder if you could make it to the ground floor from your window, if you could tie your sheets together and fling them out as some sort of line to climb down, a way out of this life and this love.

But there is nothing out there for you, just as there is nothing here. And Hanamaki stands guard just outside your door, tall and sturdy and… caring, if you're honest, trailing after you throughout your days and looking on. You can only begin to imagine his captain's punishment for him if he learned that the Crown Prince's betrothed flung themself out a window in the night.

So, instead, you rise, the sun just barely brushing over the vast horizon and giving you enough light to slip on layers of robes, the fabric laying heavily on your shoulders as you leave your chambers.

"Your Highness?" Comes Hanamaki's questioning voice as he dutifully falls into step behind you. You pause long enough to turn and look at him, at his wide, concerned eyes.

"Does sleep ever come on nights like these, do you think?" You ask. Something in him softens.

"I'm sure I wouldn't know, Your Highness, but there's not much the willow trees can't fix," he says kindly. You smile a bit, then, something that feels far off and foreign to you these days, and begin to make your way out towards the castle gardens.

As you pass the prince's chambers, however, your footsteps come to a stuttering halt. Matsukawa stands on guard outside the doors, stoically staring ahead so as not to intervene in the scene unfolding before him. Hajime stands in the doorway, having just slipped out from Tooru's rooms. He's dishevelled, his shirt untucked and his hair tousled. He looks like he's been caught, and there's a static in the air as you straighten, confirmation of the lingering theory that had been taking root in your heart making itself known.

"Iwaizumi," you say sternly. He straightens and bows.

"Your Highness," he says it quickly, but he does not move, does not rise. 

"Take a walk with me… clean yourself up first. I trust you'll be able to catch up." With that, you sweep past him, robes billowing as he remains still, waiting until you're out of sight to chastise Matsukawa for not warning him while the knight helps Hajime sort himself back into his armour.

Sure enough, you're merely entering the gardens when Hajime falls into step beside you, his shoulders heaving as he tries to catch his breath. You say nothing, merely continuing your stroll until the summer sun rises, the light peaking over the trees and illuminating the two of you, shining into the endless, open sky above.

"Tooru is kinder than he lets on when I'm near," you say honestly, continuing to stare ahead as you walk. Hajime, dutiful as always, follows your lead, walking and looking forward, beyond the flowerbeds and towards the endless, golden horizon. "And he is good - as a ruler, that is. I'm not sure our feelings for one another matter much beyond that."

Hajime bites his tongue at your words, at his urge to tell you that you're wrong, that Tooru spends his evenings speaking of you, of the wild lavender in your perfume and the sharp fire in your eyes. But Hajime knows that sometimes love is silent, and he lets this moment be whatever it is that you need. If you need to punish him for this, then so be it.

"It is a lonely life that he and I lead," you continue. "If someone were to find some kind of… companionship, something genuine and private, I…" You trail off then, just for a moment, staring out at the way the sun bathes the gardens, the way the light shines through the branches of the willow trees. "I would not take that from him - from anyone. Tooru deserves a love that is honest and real. I will not be what stands in the way of that. You have nothing to worry about."

Hajime, in a rare moment of emotion, turns to stare at you, struck by your words as he looks on at the way you blink to fight back the dampness pooling in your eyes. Something painful lurches in his heart at the sight.

"Your Highness -" he begins. 

"That is all," you say firmly, your voice wavering. "You may go back to him now. You are his… more than either of you could ever be mine." All that Hajime can do in that moment, then, is bow deeply before making a hasty exit, away from the shining light that floats around you like a halo and back through the tangled maze of castle corridors, the stone dark and cool and arching overhead.

Matsukawa is still standing guard outside of Tooru's chambers, and he stares at Hajime as he approaches, eyes searching his captain's face for any sign of pain, of the suffering that he's sure would follow a confrontation from you.

But Hajime is quiet, sullen in a way that isn't like him as he nods in acknowledgement and slips back in through the doors. Tooru, when he enters, sits up with a frown. It's not often that Hajime will come back like this after a night in his bed and Tooru knows that something must be wrong.

"Your fiance is kinder than we could've known," Hajime says softly, sitting on the edge of Tooru's great bed to stroke a hand through his hair slowly.

"What are you talking about?" Tooru's voice is breathy, his words rushed in his anxiety. Hajime just smiles, a sad, remorseful sort of thing.

"We've been caught," he says simply. When Tooru tenses, preparing to rip himself from bed in his panic, Hajime latches his arms around him to pull the prince against his chest and shush him softly. "It's alright, my love. Let me explain. And then… and then let me have their belongings moved in here with yours. Let your future have this."

"My future?" Tooru says quietly, slowly letting himself relax against Hajime's chest as the knight relays his conversation with you to him.

"Your future," he finishes with. "Perhaps it is time we stop fighting fate and let this life of ours take its course." Tooru tilts his head up at Hajime's words to look at him softly, reaching up to card a hand through his unruly hair. 

"As long as it is our life, still," he says quietly. Hajime presses a kiss to his forehead.

"It always will be, my Prince."

The wedding ceremony is, naturally, the biggest event in the nation, the spectacle of it all overwhelming even to the two of you, something that you realize as you stand at the alter looking up into Tooru's eyes, his hands gripping yours firmly as they tremble slightly. You're not sure if it's your nerves or his that are ricocheting around, but either way, the moment that your vows are spoken, it all seems to… calm, just a bit. 

When the two of you lean forward to press your lips together gently, you wonder if this was ever really so bad. The way that Tooru tangles a hand in your hair confirms that he's thinking the same thing. The polite ahem of the bishop and the joyous cheering of the crowd, however, has the two of you breaking apart, and as you stare up at him, you wonder if the nation has ever seen their future king flushed to his ears like this. You wonder if you'll ever have the privilege of seeing it again.

That, of course, brings you back down to earth - the thought of your cold, quiet chambers secluded away from him and the endless nights that you'll spend there begin to loom in front of you. As the two of you walk through the crowds of people, accepting well wishes and blessings and having flowers thrown at your feet, Tooru squeezes your hand in concern as your arm is slotted through his. He looks down at you with furrowed brows, but you smile in return, a painted-on sort of thing crafted for the masses of people in front of you.

"Smile, Your Highness," you say lowly to him, the display of him bending so that you can whisper something private in his ear an endearing one to the spectators. "Make them believe it, or this will all be for nothing." Tooru wishes desperately to tell you how wrong you are, but the facade continues through the exiting of the ceremony and all the way through to the feast that night, the hall of the castle filled with noise and cheer and festivities. 

There are fireworks somewhere outside, and you turn in your chair at the head table, as if somehow you'll be able to catch them through the window, but you catch Hajime's eye, instead, and turn back abruptly.

"We can have more," Tooru says easily.

"Your Highness?" You prompt questioningly.

"My name is still Tooru. We can have more fireworks if you wish to see them. Every evening for a fortnight in celebration." You click your tongue disapprovingly at his words.

"The people will think us too lavish," you say as you look out towards the crowds of people.

"The people will thank us for any reason to celebrate," Tooru says easily as he shrugs. But then he looks at you and it has you straightening, the way his eyes bore into you, big and honest and empathetic.

"There is no war here, my love," he says gently. "There is no reason not to live the way we do." You clear your throat and turn to sip your wine, anything to break his stare, to rid your mind of the words that roll off his tongue. My love.

"Perhaps," is all you say in response.

"Speaking of," he continues, reaching for your hand to tangle his fingers with yours. "Everything should be moved into my chambers by the time we're ready to retire tonight."

"Your Highness?" You question again.

"Tooru," he corrects gently. "Your belongings. They're being moved into my chambers."

"I thought we agreed that we wouldn't be doing that, Your Highness," you say pointedly, your voice a hushed whisper.

"It's Tooru," he repeats. "You suggested that, yes, but I disagreed." When Tooru looks at you then, you find yourself unable to look away. His eyes, boring into yours, are filled with something akin to passion, something gentle and loving and hungry swirling in them as he looks to you. "I would be a fool," he continues softly. "To keep someone like you away from me."

"Your Highness," you say desperately, shaking your head slightly as if to rid the heat from your cheeks. Tooru takes your intertwined hands to his mouth so that he can press kisses across your knuckles. Somewhere in the distance, onlookers cheer at the display, but you can't hear them past the blood pumping in your veins.

"It's Tooru," he says patiently. "And there is no part of me that wants you cast aside… tonight or any other night. If you are to be mine, then you shall be mine. And I shall be yours, in return."

"Tooru," you say firmly, your eyes wide at his sudden display. But he merely grins at his name finally passing your lips and pulls you to him gently, a hand on the back of your head as he kisses you.

This time, there is no bishop commanding it, no nation relying on it, no war held at bay by it. This time, Tooru kisses you just to kiss you, and you cannot help but let him. You cannot help but feel loved through it. 

But it is when the two of you break away that you fianlly look at him with concern. He pouts in response, a "what's wrong, my love," leaving his lips softly as you turn from him to look behind you. Hajime, standing dutifully in his place just out of reach of the two of you, looks on subtly. You expect, of course, to see some kind of sorrow in him, some sort of jealousy or loneliness painting his face. 

When he looks at you, though, his pupils blown and shoulders tense, the concealed lust in his eyes has you turning back in shock, leaning towards Tooru as he laughs and presses a kiss to your temple.

"Forgive me, my love, but you've been discussed," he says honestly.

"Clearly," you respond weakly, but you can't help but look back one more time, catching Hajime's gaze for just a moment.

"Well," you say quietly, Tooru tilting his head so that you can whisper in his ear once more. "It's a good thing the Crown Prince has such a large bed." At that, Tooru really laughs, a loud, honest sort of sound ringing through the hall as you smile at him, swirling the wine in your cup and hoping that everyone blames that for the flush of your cheeks and your husband's giddy smile.

When that laughter continues on throughout the night, into the privacy of Tooru's chambers and then his bed, you're sure that it's not the wine that's done it. You're sure that it has something more to do with the way you tug Hajime into the room after the two of you, his palm warm and calloused against yours. 

"What about Matsukawa?" You whisper as Tooru huffs somewhere behind you, the layers of your wedding robes thick and intricate against his wandering hands. Hajime stands before you, pressing kisses first to your intertwined hands and then up your arm, pausing after he places a final kiss on your shoulder, now bare thanks to Tooru's quick fingers.

"Matsukawa's loyal as a dog. He has protected Tooru and I from being found out for many years. He will protect you, as well," Hajime says softly, lips brushing against the skin of your shoulder and up your neck.

"And Hanamaki?" You ask, the breathiness of your voice peaking Tooru's attention as he smiles against your neck where he skims his lips across your skin.

"He is your private guard now, my love," Tooru reminds you gently. "Your fate is his own - your successes, your downfalls… he will not turn his back on you. Not for something like this."

"He and Matsukawa will entertain themselves in the hall. I wouldn't worry about it," Hajime says dryly. You laugh at that, an honest, real sound ringing through the room, and the two men on either side of you soften, arms reaching out to tug you closer and into bed. 

You wonder, somewhere distant in the back of your mind, how you ever sat in the darkness of your chambers, separate from the light and love that shines through Tooru's rooms. You wonder, throughout the night, why you'd spent those evenings like that, why you'd wept and longed for home when home is right here with you, in bed next to you. 

But loneliness is a stubborn, fickle thing, and it has you rolling over some hours later, poking Hajime's side gently and being met with a responding grunt.

"Is this really alright with you?" You ask him suddenly. On the other side of you, Tooru laughs, pulling the blankets further up your naked shoulder and pressing a kiss to your arm while Hajime grabs your other hand - the one that's smoothed itself over his abs and exposed stomach. He kisses across your knuckles as he watches you, your kiss-bruised lips and hair splayed across your pillow.

"I have no envy for this life of yours," he says honestly. Tooru's hand trails up and down your side under the blanket and you shudder at the touch, at the way his fingers brush over your exposed skin. "This tightrope that the two of you walk, filled with politics and customs and endless ceremony. I am content to stand right here by your side, keeping the two of you safe while you navigate this life."

Your eyes, wide and solemn at Hajime's words, grow damp as you blink up at him.

"Hajime…" you say softly as you reach for him. He lets you, of course, lets you wrap your arms around him and press your lips desperately to his for a moment before you bury your face in his neck. Tooru laughs from somewhere behind you, leaning over you to lay a series of kisses across Hajime's face.

"I know," he coos. "Hajime's always like that. I'm afraid there's no getting used to it." Hajime, for what it's worth, looks thoroughly embarrassed by the whole ordeal, a dusting of pink covering his cheeks up to his ears as he murmurs something about how it's just the truth. When you laugh and poke his cheek gently in mocking sympathy, he snaps at it playfully with his teeth before rolling you onto your back and making both you and Tooru forget whatever it was that you were laughing at in the first place.

It's early morning, then, when you're woken up, the faintest bit of sun peeking over the hills and through the windows, bathing Tooru in a halo of gold as he sleeps next to you. The source of your waking moves on the other side of you, Hajime leaning to press twin kisses to your foreheads - one to yours and one to Tooru's.

You watch as he clambers out of bed and begins picking up his clothes, donning layers of fabric and then armour, building himself back into the knight that he's known to be - building himself into a shield blocking the door to the outside world. You fold your arms over Tooru's chest and lean on your hands, eyeing the way Hajime moves as Tooru wakes slowly, bringing a hand up to clumsily brush through your hair.

Hajime spares just one glance back as he slips out of the room, one shining look of love and contentment shown to the two of you before he disappears.

"Go back to sleep, my love," Tooru says gently, his eyes already closed again as he settles. "It is still early. We have time." But try as you might, the world of sleep evades you and leaves you rolling over yet again, staring at the gilded patterns of the ceiling above you.

"What's bothering you?" Tooru's voice is gentle, thick with remnants of sleep as he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, turning your head gently to face him. "What are you thinking of?"

"Home," you respond easily. Sorrow flashes across his face, a touch of guilt clouding it. 

"I am so sorry, my love, for the way things turned out," he says softly.

"Are you?"

"I am sorry you had to stray so far from your home."

"But that's just my point," you say quietly, turning further to tuck yourself into Tooru's embrace. He welcomes it, of course, letting your legs tangle together under the sheets and you press your face to his chest, listening to the steady thumps of his heart. "There is a home for me here. I have strayed just far enough to build myself something new."

"Ah," Tooru says in acknowledgement, his arms tightening around you as he buries his face in your hair. "Well, don't let Hajime hear you say that. He doesn't like crying in front of his knights." You laugh at that, at the thickness in Tooru's voice and the way his words warble.

"I'm sure he'd make an exception for me," you say easily. When Tooru smiles down at you, the sunlight finally breaks properly over the horizon, shining beams of gold into the room and across your skin.

"We both would, my love," he says softly. "Time and time again."

It's over breakfast many months later that word finally comes from your family. Peace has come at last - although it is a delicate, precarious thing, you tell Tooru as you pour over the letter. One of your brothers has seized the throne and is attempting to restore the kingdom, reaching an olive branch towards you and your husband, willing to rebuild the alliance that once stood between nations.

"I'm glad it was him," you say as you fold the letter, handing it across the table for Tooru to read through - much to his pleasure. The letter had not been addressed to him. It was marked very clearly as a private letter for you alone and feels, through the weight of the paper, the heaviness of this trust that you've begun to build. "If it couldn't… since it wasn't me. I'm glad it was him. He'll do right by our people," you continue. Tooru eyes you over the letter.

"May I ask…?" he begins. You look at him pointedly. "Why didn't you stay to fight? You had other siblings who would've fit into an arranged marriage easily, so why offer yourself so willingly when it went so far against what you wished for yourself and your future?"

"Are you saying you wish for a different option, Your Highness?" You quip back. Hanamaki, standing at attention near the door, doesn't quite catch his laugh in time and is pinned by Hajime's chastising look at his obvious entertainment. Matsukawa smiles in that lazy way of his on the other side of the door at the spectacle, but Tooru just blinks, looking at you fondly.

"I would choose you in an endless crowd, my love," he says easily. "But I spend my days chasing after any glimpse I am worthy of getting into that head of yours."

"Flirt," you shoot back, but your cheeks flush all the same. You glance at Hajime, though, at the way he stands in his usual position by the two of you, his gaze fixed on you as you grow sombre. "Not all of us would've been good for the throne. Those who seek power, in fact, often abuse it. The surest way to promise safety to my people was to either take the throne for myself… or make sure that the right person took it in my place." Tooru pauses at your words, looking at you intently.

"You had a hand in your brother seizing the throne?" He asks.

"Of course," you respond easily. "It was the best decision. I also knew that a union with your nation would do a great deal of good for us. Everything I have done both here and in my life before you has been for the sake of my nation - my people. That is all." You say it like it's simple, like throwing yourself onto your sword in an act of love and loyalty is as easy as breathing.

Tooru stares - falls a bit more in love with you moment by moment until it feels as if the ground is disappearing from beneath his feet. Hajime, where is stands at his post by your side, softens so visibly that Matsukawa laughs.

Neither you nor Tooru can hold in your own laughter at Hajime's flustered chastising and Matsukawa's unbothered smile. Nobody really seems to mind. As the sun shines through the stained glass windows, bathing the three of you in colours akin to the fireworks of your wedding night, the patterns dancing in the safety of this sturdy love, you find that you really can't bring yourself to be bothered by it at all.

[kuroosdarling]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. roomie!matsukawa ! — the masterlist.

disclaimer: these can be read as singular pieces or in order. each fic will be updated with its own set of tags. thank you for reading !

ᥫ᭡. MY ONLY VICE — mattsun always had a bad habit. but with your help, maybe he can change that. question is, are you willing?

‎꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader, cigarette smoking, unprotected sex, oral f!receiving, fingering, semi-public sex — WC : 2.2k

ᥫ᭡. STORMY NIGHTS — the thunderstorm rages on outside, but what can you do about the one inside of you?

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader, unprotected sex, praise, minimal prep tbh, oral (f!receiving), fingering, slight cervix fucking, creampie, light dose of aftercare — WC : 2.6k

ᥫ᭡. WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR — working at a funeral home can take its toll. aka mattsun comes home after a bad day at work.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : hurt/comfort, pining, cigarette smoking, mentions of death, mattsun has the beginnings of an existential crisis : WC — 1.7k

ᥫ᭡. THE WORST GUYS — the dating scene sucks. especially when the only man you actually want to be with is your roommate.

more coming soon …

[starrbright]

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 | Matsukawa Issei

It's easy to attract when you know what you're doing, easier when you know it's already returned. What is difficult is to bear the effect of your stunt you decided to do to take the game between you two to another heat.

inspired by @cottonlemonade from her event and the work she wrote from my request. 💌💐🙇🏽‍♀️🙌🏼 i hope i don't disappoint TT

3.2k words. suggestive. crack—no smut. mild consumption of alcohol. all my y/n are afab, fat/chubby and of color. all main subjects are always 18 or older.

Jaguar by Joel Sartore

It's almost a year now of you as the manager for the team. It was what it was. Of course that came along the bonds you have with each of them that time gave you to form.

Now it's summer and you're parted from high school. And thanks to Oikawa a few weeks before, he gave the idea of going out to celebrate, so you just proposed a little trip and they were all for it. With Hajime and Issei, you handled everything for it.

There you all are on the way in one van with Hajime's father being the driver. You sat by the window on the first row with Tooru, and Makki besides him. Issei to himself on the left side at the end of the door, his long limbs free to its comfortability, the rest of the team behind and Haji upfront with his old man. The first hour of the drive was their usual ruckus, chattering between them occasionally until it dies to each their own conversations.

The tranquil scenery of the highway got what it deserves as the ride goes on; quiet. Simply staring at the passing view of endless trees and sky.

In the steady silence, Hajime takes a glance at the rear view mirror at you and Issei. None of you have spoken to each other since morning and it's still going. Both of you have been irritating the said man too much, not that he's ever spoken about it, though it was evident.

But evident wouldn't even be enough of a word for what's between you and Issei. It's sickeningly blatant when it began. Yet it was a miracle none of them broke the unspoken, not even a mere tease from Tooru and Makki—at least not with you both present at the same time specifically.

Because it's nothing, Issei said to his friends before when tease and assumptions were rousing at his end the first time then. It wasn't, it's not, that much is clear. Haji would say he barely gets his friend's reasoning, but he does get it—to wait, to let it simmer. Issei is patient after all; how long it's been going on without nothing happening is the testament.

The other part of his scheming self; taunting.

And it simply seemed you never minded it anyways. Rather you enjoyed it along with him. Haji or everyone would, really—say you're perfect for each other and no one doubts something will unfold in the two days of the trip.

For now, there's the unending sight of the road and plains in between—memory lane not far off as the ride goes.

Transferring in the last year of high school was something you didn't want but necessary because of the circumstances of your family, yet you didn't want to complain when they could still support you to a great school.

Already honed by some hurtful bits of your past from earlier years made it easier to blend in with the new people and find stability. Surrounded yourself in a little circle. Joined a barely active art club, and because you wanted to fill in your extracurricular activities so long as you could, you looked for more.

There you found a volleyball club looking for a new manager. You didn't know shit about the sport, let alone sports in general, but it was a spot you didn't want to waste to go on further with new things. You applied and new beginnings only continued from there on when you got accepted.

It was entirely scarier than moving to a new city. Being more than intimidated to stand before the players as you got introduced to them, yet that just went away when their captain presented himself to you, almost immediately getting a little laugh from you and covered your mouth. Catching a glimpse of their amused eyes and etch in their lips.

Easy and fun only because you got along very well with them.

And too well with Issei.

A natural beginning of attraction; wit and humour meeting, as well clashing of it. Much more the little literal games you do; his hand teasing of your plush sides whenever he could and your loud exasperations, hitting him back, or his words getting to you to a knowing point of limit that has you chasing him down to always to no use and cursing him in the end. What was oddly entertaining to it is what you have was really never touched. A line you both have yet to cross.

It drags on for a time enough for your hearts to be filled with each other.

The little town is bustling where you went for a stopover to have lunch and do groceries, the vicinity still lush of tall greens if not more now, the wind refreshing against the blazing heat of the mid afternoon, the scent of the sea near.

As you stretched out for a moment after stepping out of the van and merely bask the surroundings, an arm draped on your shoulders. Makki. “What's up with you two?” he asked only you could hear as you walked together towards the path of the restaurant, letting the rest of them go first.

A little breath you laugh, “Shouldn't you ask your friend that?” you replied.

“Well, I want to ask you first, and two, you're my friend as well.” He answers and you only roll your eyes, just deciding to answer him.

“I don't know,” you sigh lightly. Not admitting it's been bothering you that he hasn't spoken to you or even gave a mere glance. “He's…not….you know….I don't want to..do anything.” You tell unsurely.

Makki barely fought to keep off the smirk his mouth made from your answer as he just nodded. He hasn't talked to Issei about you for the shortest moment but his guess is not far off from whatever Issei is going at. And that is, baiting you by his mere absence. His friend could really be too full of himself sometimes.

“Don't worry about it, sure it's nothing.” Makki said and you just rolled your eyes again, his knowing tone still evident and you're too used to their teasing antics.

You glared at him, before you pushed him off you as you walked in the restaurant and he just laughs, the sight not going unnoticed by a few of them and the culprit himself as they already got a table. His eyes staring at you for a moment, your heart ceasing for a bit—before you tore it with a blink away.

A little smile on Issei you didn't see, his friends all side eyeing him.

You sat besides Haji, him with his father, Makki and Issei. Tooru across from you and the rest once again. Occupying yourself with your phone after taking your orders, your mind begins to reel you in deeply, though trying not to let it get to you too much.

“I think you're starting to get cruel,” Makki murmured to Issei before he takes a sip from his glass of water.

Issei grins a little, “I'm still just playing.”

“Hence why, cruel.” Makki remarked simply, a chuckle he makes, “Even for you.” though it's all in light despite how true.

“Can't help it that she's so cute like that.” He replied without missing a beat, leaning his elbows then on the table as he sat forward, taking in your sight from his peripheral, still on your phone, now leaned on Haji's shoulder as he and Tooru conversed.

Issei prides himself of his patience.

He wouldn't have thought it'd have a challenge, by you. At least he didn't expect it too soon but then again maybe it was long overdue.

However, that's not right now.

When lunch was done, it was time to go for groceries so off to the market you all went. The sight of the lively and colourful place was enough to get your mind off from what's bothering you, walking further in besides Hajime as the rest splits up to get what they want and need for the trip. He was always the only one you leaned on from the team. That's not gonna change soon, it seems. And because you both assigned yourselves to kitchen duties, besides Issei who's avoiding you like the plague

“Is he bothering you?” Hajime spoke then, amidst both of you browsing and picking up shelved items.

“When has he ever not?” You laugh a little.

“Are you upset?” He asks after paying for the items and held the bag, you go beside him again, hooking your arm on his, going next to buy fresh produce.

“I think so,” you answer almost mindlessly, dabbing your handkerchief from your face to your neck as you sweat from the endless heat, doing the same to him after.

“Getting sick of his games?” He continues to prod as you both started on looking over the fruits and vegetables.

“No….just…worried.” You admit then. Hajime almost scoffed. Typical for you to doubt, not that he could or would fault you, but it's plain funny to question Issei's…..adherence for you. And the whole situation just annoying now.

“We'll beat him up if he hurts you.” Haji says, of course he means it, though he knows there will be no such.

“I know.” You let out a laugh again with a little smile, squeezing his arm to yours for a bit and he kisses your forehead.

Soon as another hour passes, you arrive at your destination. The little villa to all your expectations. Hajime's father took his leave after making sure all was well. Settling down, you found yourself thinly on edge with him there, forcing your eyes to not look at him when he's near.

It's an understatement to how he's enjoying himself

You hope to just strangle him. You couldn't wait to get back at him.

That would be right now.

After settling down and freshening up yourself while they just wind down; the former third years in the living room, a few of the soon to be second and third years out roaming the villa or resting in their rooms. There you stood in front of the mirror as you finished putting on your clothes. Your agenda to be precise.

It’s just a little dress. One which you scoured from a thrift store you went to a few weeks ago before the trip was fully set , you knew what you were looking for even if almost none of what you saw didn't match that much to your taste, but thankfully with patience, you found the closest. With a few alterations you yourself did by researching online, trial and errors, a little crisis, and to the brink of giving up—you did, for a long moment before you forced yourself to suck it up, managed and pushed through to your satisfaction.

It hugs to you much, and shows your body enticingly. From the little frills that's on your bare round shoulders, the low cut on your chest showing much of what your cleavage could display, thanks to the bra that endows your breasts—rather suffocating, really. It's not convenient but it is for the situation you want to put yourself in. The soft fabrics tight around your wide and luscious curves, the shortness of it a full view of your thighs. The colour of cream gentle on your brown skin.

The strong heat amidst the little gushes of wind and crashing of waves under the blinding sun, all the perfect reasons for your little charade.

With a pounding heart, little stings in your nerves, a bit of coldness on your skin and heat inside you—you walk out of your room.

What is it about being chased?

Issei was taking a drink from his bottle of beer when he sees you head to the kitchen, a distant but clear view that has him slowly stop and put down his drink. He swallows. His jaw clenches. The grip of his fingers tightens on the glass. The burn of the alcohol lingers too longer than it should. His eyes bores.

He's already been riling himself up halfway through the trip earlier and when you arrived, just your denim shorts and a loose white shirt clinging a bit to you then from your sweat, a sheen of it on your neck, your black bra too visible from your thin top, it's a wonder to him even how he could hide such a tent. But that is certainly something. His legs spread wider on the couch and put a pillow on his lap in an unsuspecting flow. He couldn't care less when the boys simply all knew.

It's just boggling how you haven't fainted yet or continue to walk straight as you walk to the living room with a bottle of beer of your choice you can tolerate and a glass of water, feeling his gaze not tearing away from you and sat down on the floor besides Makki against one of the couches.

“Cute dress," Makki said, a grin he has since you made yourself known. Too damn proud of you for pulling such a stunt.

You continue to pretend he doesn't exist at all, taking a faint breath from your mouth through your nose and took a little drink from your glass. "I bought it from a thrift store and I altered it." You spoke then, a little laugh you let out and let yourself get carried away to distract and be at ease by your not so little excitement, going on how you did what you did.

If Issei didn't know you put much effort to what you're wearing, he would have just plainly thought how renewing it'd be to easily rip it apart off you.

How adorable.

He still thinks the thought with no remorse. But he relieves and trigger his thirst at the same time by your sight. The bits of your sweat that drips from your thighs and legs by sitting like that, your thighs exposed a little more. Curves spilling out twice. He barely has an idea anymore of what he and Hajime had been talking about just a moment ago.

Turns out Issei could be made a little mindless. Hajime, sick of his friend's ass, still let him keep his dignity; talking to him still like he's not eye fucking you.

All while the two made a group chat to only you three.

You: you did not just make a group chat for this.

Side eyeing your pink haired friend besides you.

Oikawa: duh

Hanamaki: what did you expect??

Hanamaki: you sure you know what you're doing?

You: no, duh. that's what makes it more fun though

You: i think

Hanamaki: uhuh

Hanamaki: looks like you do though. you're gonna kill a guy suddenly appearing like that

Oikawa: he's never been this down astronomically like that with you present😭🤣

Oikawa: look at him, he's almost brainless and our dear Iwa-chan is itching to punch him

It's so difficult to keep your mouth pursed just to stop you from smiling too wide and bursting out laughing.

You: eh, he's issei

You: i doubt he's affected that much

Hanamaki: you seriously downplaying how much he likes you?

Hanamaki: let alone he's still a man

Hanamaki: and how pretty you are

Hanamaki: his eyes have not left you

Oikawa: you didn't see how he manspread and covered his lap with that pillow after a moment you showed up 😋

You: thank you for that compliment, makki

You: and can you not bring up that up in our conversation, tooru

Hanamaki: what? you know it yourself, and that's what you intended anyways

Oikawa: 🤭💯

You: first of all, getting him hard was the back of my mind and instead just attracting him more. the effect is most likely the same but that was not what i had in mind when i planned it

Oikawa: you're not fooling anybody 😓

Hanamaki: still the same

Hanamaki i ain't wrong with thinking how he's thinking of the nastiest shit right now

You: you're disgustingggggggggg😭😭😭😭

You: he's literally here with us

You: and fuck you, tooru

Oikawa: 💅🏼

Hanamaki: duh

Hanamaki: so?

Hanamaki: and he's more disgusting than everyone here. that comes with having a horsecock, i guess

Hanamaki: i know yk how huge it is

Oikawa: 🗣️💯

You: HANAMAKI

The want to strangle them is so high. Almost howling a laughter right then and there while they're just grinning to themselves.

Hanamaki: 🙁😚

Breathing out and catching yourself more, you stood up, taking your bottle with you, saying it a little that you'll start prepping the foods and for dinner later. Amusement too high but immediately dying down and your wracking nerves are back.

It barely calms even as you begin to put out the frozen meats and chicken to thaw them, rinsing the vegetables after. It just heightens when footsteps you're too familiar of nears, much more see his towering figure stood up and walked away from the living room, the three taking their leave fully out of the vicinity for a while.

The vexing man at last speaks to you. “Hey, sweetheart.” his deep voice soft as he stands near you against the counter.

How infuriating. You want to run his pretty face on the ground. He simply laughs a little when you don't answer and continue to not look at him, your hand now holding a knife as you start to slice the greens.

You're now rightfully pissed, he knows, it's nothing but cute to him, though he knows as well he'll get nowhere if he doesn't start somewhere now.

So, there goes his hand gently laying atop of your own that holds the knife and goes behind you, his left arm sliding firmly around your wide and plush waist. “Don't get any ideas now, love.” he chuckles as he made you let go of the knife, and locked your fingers together.

You don't protest but instead relish the sensation of his presence looming over you and the sheer evidence of his body reacting to you, still with a bite however, “Nothing I've already had for a while now.” You remarked, rolling your eyes.

“I know, princess.” Issei says, hugging you comfortably tight against him as he buries his face on your neck. Getting more intoxicated by your softness and warmth, yet never been so renewed. Worth all the patience and thrill.

Quietness lies as he keeps you in his hold, as you let yourself dive deep in his embrace. The rest you both needed from your games. A stable and transparent continuation.

“Hi.” He murmurs, ghosting his lips on your skin.

“Hi,” you echo.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, trailing up his mouth with firm kisses until to your soft cheeks.

“I did.” You utter quietly, nuzzling on him.

Issei sighs, hugging you to a squeeze again. “‘Ve missed you, too.” He brought up your twined hands to his mouth and kissed your knuckles, the back of your hand and wrist. “We'll be here now.” and you don't doubt him.

“Did you do this for me?” he asks, his other hand now going down and went underneath your dress, dragging his fingers up your thigh tightly.

“For you.”

“Good. I'll take it off you later.”

to my issei fuckers, i hope you love this, @seijhoeist @iwaberry

i'm still working on makima, bear with me😓 i can't help it whenever i get impulsive. life has been been punching me a lot lately again but at least i made this🙏🏼 went to the library earlier today to continue this and coincidentally my best friend and her girlfriend was there as well which was just funny and fun, lmao.

[battydora]

haikyuu boys after you deny them cuddles :(

content: sfw, fluff, comfort

note: i just got denied cuddles and i, a bokuto kinnie, got sad so i'm gonna write this very self indulgently shh. this is sad i would never deny hq chr. cuddles 😭

note 2: also i feel like i missed a lot of other characters, my apologies, i will add more characters in future projects!

..

"ohhh baby!! come onn, just a little while, pleaseee? pretty please??" complains and whines, hoping you will change your mind and cuddle them. after you say 'no' multiple times, they give up and go to bed all pouty and needy, poor babies they just wanted some back and hair rubs.

— BOKUTO, atsumu, nishinoya, tanaka, sugawara, TERUSHIMA, koganegawa, LEV, yamamoto, hinata

..

"oh, okay then". understands you're not in the mood and kisses you goodnight but deep inside they're hurt and needy, please promise you'll cuddle them tomorrow (please, they feel sad :( )

— ASAHI, yamaguchi, FUKUNAGA, akaashi, matsukawa, ennoshita, AONE

..

complains at first but they don't insist, yet that doesn't stop them from cuddling you once you fall asleep.

— KUROO, yaku, hanamaki, OIKAWA, tendou, SUNA

..

unbothered, they don't mind if you don't cuddle them one night so they nod and fall asleep (but fail at the task because they still clinge onto you in their sleep without noticing)

— KENMA, iwaizumi, tsukishima, ushijima, KUNIMI, kyōtani, KAGEYAMA, daichi, osamu

[cottonlemonade]

Aoba Johsai Masterlist

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Oikawa Tooru

🌧️ How You Met (Not Enough) word count: 2.5k, pining

🪭🌧️ If He Could word count: 937, pining, University!AU

🌧️ He Misses You When He Travels [drabble]

🪭 Stuck At The Airport word count: 1k, established relationship, post-time skip

🌧️ All That Matters word count: 1.8k, pining, fake dating kinda, University!AU

🌧️🫧 Scattered Belongings word count: 769, implied pining, University!AU

🫧 Studying With Oikawa [drabble]

🌧️ Making Up After A Fight word count: 756, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 Take Out and Make Out word count: 850, new relationship, University!AU

🫧 Protecting A Rival 🍋 word count: 1k, rivals to lovers-implied

🪭 Celebrating An Anniversary [drabble]☕️

🫧 Chickening Out word count: 630

🫧 Keep Your Enemies Close 🍱 word count: 1.4k, enemies to lovers

🫧 Part-timing At Your Café [drabble]

Iwaizumi Hajime

🪭 POV: you wake up from a spicy dream [drabble] smau, established relationship, aged up

🪭 I Missed You word count: 1.3k, married, post-time skip

🫧 The One That Got Away word count: 1.1k, exes to lovers, post-time skip

🪭 Working From Home ☕️ word count: 656, married, post-time skip

🫧 Secret Admirer 🍱 word count: 1k

🫧 Scary Dog Privileges [drabble]

Hanamaki Takahiro

🫧 When You’re Sick [drabble] ☕️

🫧 Red String Of Fate ☕️ word count: 585, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 When You’re On Your Period [drabble] ☕️

Matsukawa Issei

🪭 The Coziness Of Storagerooms 🍋 word count: 882, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧 500 yen [drabble]

🪭 Noisy Neighbors 🍋 word count: 603, married, post-time skip

🍡 Celebrating An Anniversary ☕️ word count: 774, married, post-time skip

🫧Mayhem At The Festival 🍱 word count: 630

🫧 Wingman On Crutches 🍱 word count: 571

🍡 The Dare 🍱 word count: 551

🪭 Heatwave 🍋 word count: 1.3k, pining

🫧🍡 First Date 🎃 word count: 1k, University!AU

🌧️🫧 Dating You For A Bet [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [masterlist] full word count: 9.1k, University!AU

Kyotani Kentaro

🫧🍡 Dracula And His Damsel 🎃 word count: 1135, established relationship, post-time skip

🫧🪭 Payback 🎓 word count: 923, established relationship, university!AU

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🫧 fluff // 🌱 comfort // 🍡 suggestive // 🪭 spice // 🌧️ angst/hurt // 🍋|☕️|🍱|🎃 request

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[hanmaitani]

Stand-In's

PAIRING - Bodyguard!Matsukawa x Reckless!Reader WC - 2.0K GENRE - smut CW - matsukawa does some shitty things in this one…. im attracted to him more….non descript fingering, eating out, fucking, briefly described wlw action

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Matsukawa knows that it's wrong. That he shouldn't be doing this.

He can feel lips against his palm, wet and swollen as they form whines and whimpers under the brutal assault of his hips on the smaller ones trapped under him. His other hand follows the dip of spine, how it curves under his pressure.

His eyes are squeezed shut as he ruts deeper, but he can picture your form clearly in his mind. He can picture the way your face contorts against the pillow as the wet walls clamp down around his cock.

He’s unrelenting, unforgiving in his thrusts, fucking most of his length into the tight cunt he's shaping to take only him. Splitting it open.

He's groaning and biting at his lips. He knows it's wrong when your name falls from his lips as he chases an orgasm.

An orgasm he doesn't get because his hand slips off the lips he has been covering and it doesn't sound like you.

His groans are frustrated now as he pulls his length out of the tightness still clamped around him, pulling off the condom too as he leans away from the form.

"Tha-that's not my name." He feels bad when he sees the girl prop herself up.

You aren't here, you're back at home and the girl's eyes are watery, lips wobbling from the assault she was just taking from him. He feels awful, but it isn't you.

And no matter how much he was trying to pretend, it didn't work.

It never did.

And he knew this, because he was ashamed to say, was not the first time he'd tried this.

Not the first girl he'd left in tears because he hadn't finished or because he'd mumbled, groaned, moaned your name instead of hers.

His apology is almost pathetic as he gathers his things, dressing as he goes. He does feel bad, remorseful that he's hurt her like this, but he'd already learned that it was better to leave rather than trying to comfort her.

And he's deleted her number from his phone before he's even finished pulling out of her parking lot.

He's stewing in his own self-hatred for letting it happen again when he's entering your shared apartment, but it gets worse when he gets to his room, and hears what you've been up to.

You've only gotten worse since the first night you brought someone over to the apartment. Like you'd opened a door for yourself and now were purposefully trying to press his buttons. The nights you were home with someone else had him pressing his pillow over his ears.

You knew what you were doing to him. You'd moved your bed just perfectly to make sure your bed smacked the wall you shared with Matsukawa as loud as it could.

You were obnoxious with it, letting your boys press your face to the shared wall, pitching your moans up on purpose, over exaggerated, even faked sometimes.

He hates that the most.

That he knows when they're faked. Those times he knew that you were just aiming to be a bitch about it. Aiming to piss him off… and the worst part? It was working.

He always makes a point to refer to them as your boys. The boy you had over in a man's house.

You know it makes him mad. You almost get off on the way it bothers him. That you can get under his skin with your antics.

But bringing boys home aren't your only antics getting under his skin.

Your only fans account has become a bane of his existence as well.

Your new interest in having sleepovers with your girlfriends was quickly revealed to him to be just excuses to collaborate with other creators and boost your viewers.

He can't help but feel more jealous of the girls that touch you in those videos than the boys you bring home.

It's not like he doesn't appreciate the view of you touching another girl as much as she touches you… but he hates the way they can touch you in ways he can't, in ways he wants to.

You usually find your way to the girls' apartments for those collabs, never bringing them into your own home. None of them except Keiko.

Matsukawa is pretty sure he hates Keiko the second that he sets eyes on her for the first time. She looks like a bad influence on you. He recognizes her, of course, the girl who appears in too many of your videos.

She's in the hallway when Matsukawa exits his room, like she belongs there, smirking directly at his door when it opens. He nearly mistakes her for you for a second, Keiko's hair falling in the exact same way, the same attitude exuding from her stance.

He barely nods at her as he passes her towards the kitchen, hearing the shower through the bathroom door and concluding that's where you are.

"I know what she tastes like, you know." It's what makes his steps falter as he passes.

He isn't even sure that he heard her correctly, so he pauses and turns to her. "Excuse me?"

Her quiet laugh reminds him of how you get when you're trying to cause trouble with him and it puts him on edge. "I know you watch all her videos. I bet you wanna know how she tastes."

Matsukawa scoffs at her audacity, shaking his head as he looks down at her in irritation. "Watch yourself, you don’t know what you're talking about."

She seems to get the same kind of satisfaction from getting under his skin as you do, a smirk crossing her lips as she steps closer. "You could be part of my videos if you want."

He doesn't miss the way her tongue plays with her lip when she speaks to him or the way her fingers dance across his chest. It made his skin crawl a bit.

"I could tell you all about it if you want."

The way her eyes look up at him from under hooded lids as she whispers to him, fingers hooking into his belt loop, makes his breath hitch for a moment.

"I could tell you what makes her squirm." She's not shy about it as she steps even closer to him. "I could even pretend to be her if you want."

The offer, and the spark of interest at it that is present for less than a second, spreads shame across his cheeks and up to his ears and he narrows his eyes at her.

He's quick to grab her wrists, removing them from his body and drawing her closer in a smooth movement. "You need to back off and stop touching me."

The warning is low, growled out and meant to be menacing, but the way her smile persists and she doesn't break eye contact tells him that it doesn't exactly have the desired effect.

You aren't sure what you've walked into when you exit the bathroom, fluffy towel wrapped around your body and hair still dripping onto your shoulders. But Keiko is standing too close to Matsukawa for your comfortability, you are all too familiar with the look she's giving Matsukawa at that moment too.

It's the same eyes she's given any man who finds themselves in her bed.

You can't hear what they're saying but you're sure that she's going to end up in Matsukawa's room by the end of the night and you're not sure how to handle it, not sure why it makes your skin crawl the way it does, something ugly coiling up in your chest.

You can't stop yourself from clearing your throat as you step further into the hallway, purposefully pretending as though you don't even see Matsukawa, all your focus on Keiko. "Keiko, you ready?"

Your friend has no shame as she shakes herself out of his grasp and slips past him, following you towards your room. "Oh!" She fakes a revelation before the two of you make it to your room and turns back to where your bodyguard is still standing in the hallway. "Matsukawa should help us with the angles for this shoot, we never get the really good close ups, he sees them anyways."

You freeze in your spot at the suggestion, worries flooding your brain at the prospect. Matsukawa is no better off than you, a sudden need to flee overcoming his body as his eyes widen in shock. He's sure you're going to say no when-

"Why not? Help us out Mattsun, just hold the camera." It's less of an ask and more of an order when it comes from your mouth and he hates that, with your voice attached to it, he can't say no.

It's how he winds up in the worst position he's ever found himself in...

Your fingers are tangled in the sheets of your bed, clenching, as sweet moans and whimpers fall from your mouth. He hates that he can tell just how real they are as you get closer to your release.

Keiko's fingers are dipping into your core, echoing wet noises around your otherwise quiet room. And he's painfully hard at the sound. Keiko keeps quiet as her lips wrap around your clit, beckoning you closer and closer to your impending orgasm.

You mean to look at the camera that Matsukawa holds, even though it won't show your face, but you can't help finding his eyes, just behind it. Your lips are forming soft whimpers, a steady flow of "please, please, please," coming from your lips as he tilts the camera to where Keiko is buried between your thighs.

His cock is twitching in his pants and he wants nothing than to throw Keiko out of the room and take you by himself, to replace her tongue with his against your core, to really fill you up.

He barely holds it together, hands shaking behind the camera and eyes nearly rolling when you lock eyes with him just before your eyes roll back and you cum on Keiko's fingers and tongue.

"Did we get the shot?" He's still focused on the way your chest heaves as you come down from your orgasm, camera pointed at the way Keiko licks her fingers clean of you.

"Yeah, can I go now?" He doesn't miss the way that Keiko smirks when he rushes out of the room, leaving the camera behind.

The slam of his door, an echo through the apartment that follows mere seconds later and you're sure that you've crossed a line.

Matsukawa's head won't stop spinning, conflicted thoughts surging through him that makes him want to put his head through the nearest wall.

When the knock sounds on his door later in the night, he nearly doesn't open it. He's worried it's you coming to have a conversation about the events.

It's almost unbelievable when it's Keiko standing at his door instead, adorned in the same lingerie outfit you'd worn just earlier in the night.

He's ashamed at how easily he lets her push into his room.

Ashamed at how his heartbeat quickens when she pitches her voice to sound nearly identical to yours, calls him Mattsun as she trails her hand down to his bulge.

At how easily he gives in when she turns around and bends in the right way, nearly perfect in her mimic of you.

She guides Matsukawa's hands around to her front, dipping them to the exact spots that you're sensitive to.

Matsukawa feels guilty for a moment, like he must be hurting Keiko's feelings when she knows he'll be picturing you instead. Like he shouldn't be doing this when you're right on the other side of the wall. Even though he knows you still disappear to Suna's whenever the boy is back in town.

But then she speaks again.

"You can call me by her name."

And Matsukawa knows it's fucking wrong when he groans your name as he sinks into her, but he can't help himself.

a/n all the homies hate keiko...

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Annoying (fluff)

When They Knew (fluff)

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Oikawa

Surprise! (fluff)

My Prince (fluff)

When They Knew (fluff)

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Your Body, My Temple (smut)

Why Him? (fluff)

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My Love (fluff)

Excuses (fluff)

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Rules! NAVIGATION

[loveephia]

:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! my masterlist . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . special edition (valentines)!

a/n: surprise! this is a special masterlist accessing my valentine inarizaki one-shots. another surprise is that these are all tooth-rotting fluff AND hurt/comfort. my favorite mixture.

release date : undetermined. kita's is next!

ONE-SHOTS

suna rintarō's valentine special.

summary : in which suna absolutely despises valentines and has always thrown away every given box of chocolates, even the one his crush sent him.

atsumu miya's valentine special.

summary : in which you wanted to confess to atsumu, but as the school's beloved vice president, you've been too busy helping out with the limited valentine's day events. because of how often you were pulled away from atsumu, he decides to entertain his fangirls to try and make you jealous.

osamu miya's valentine special.

summary : in which you ask osamu how to bake a cake for your crush. osamu, heartbroken, willingly teaches you without him knowing that he was your crush all along.

kita shinsuke's valentine special. link goes here!

summary : in which you want to know who sent a gigantic bouquet of fresh roses on your desk, only to discover that it was given to you by kita, inarizaki's one and only golden boy.

HEADCANONS

what the HQ boys gave you for valentines. link goes here!

includes: a lot.

but if you want to know if your underrated HQ crush is on it, here is the list of names: hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, yamaguchi, sugawara, daichi, asahi, nishinoya, tanaka, oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamakki, kunimi, kindaichi, kyōtani, yahaba, ushijima, tendō, semi, shirabu, goshiki, kawanishi, hayato, bokuto, akaashi, konoha, washio, sarukui, haruki, kuroo, kenma, lev, yaku, yamamoto, kai, fukunaga, inuoka, shibayama, daishō, terushima, atsumu, osamu, suna, kita, aran, sakusa, komori, hoshiumi, and hirugami.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[tetsvhoe]

MASTERLIST !

— all works tagged under —out of spite; gwen because i would most likely have no time to link everything

— angst/hurt [a] ; fluff/comfort [f] ; crack/humor [c] ; suggestive [s]

— ♡ personal faves

updated: 8/20/23

[ HCS ] 

[ SMAU ] 

# SERIES

afraid — iwaizumi hajime x f!reader filo smau [ong] if fate permits — kuroo x f!reader smau [ong]

# HAIKYUU

millennialcore [c] how many dicks are you choking on? [c/s] i’m breaking up with you | sorry wrong person [c] pretty boy [f] jealous boys [f] what about me [f]

[ HAIKYUU ]

— KARASUNO 

# TSUKISHIMA KEI

seeing your toxic ex [f] “bite your lip once more, i dare you” [s] i just put on lip gloss [f]

# KAGEYAMA TOBIO

seeing your toxic ex [f]

# HINATA SHOYO

seeing your toxic ex [f]

# YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

nostalgic for the moment [f]

# DAICHI SAWAMURA

how dare you [f]

— NEKOMA 

# KUROO TETSURO

♡ seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ forever in a few hours [f] ♡ mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] they get teased with someone else [a/f] ♡ pushing you away [a/f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] ♡ regret and other cliches [a/f] baby i’m yours [f] oh no there’s only one court [f] i hope ur ok [f] i lost them [f] sober thoughts, drunk confessions [a/f] fluffy hair drabble they make you flinch [a/f] paper rings [a] how dare you [f] rubber ducks [f]

# KENMA KOZUME

♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] second best [a/f]

— AOBA JOHSAI 

# OIKAWA TOORU

seeing your toxic ex [f] “sorry, is that supposed to impress me?” [f] oh no there’s only one court [f] i hope ur ok [f]

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

♡ mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] seeing your toxic ex [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] 505 [a/s] the simple things [f] i just put on lip gloss [f]

# MATSUKAWA ISSEI

seeing your toxic ex [f] i lost them [f]

— FUKURODANI 

# BOKUTO KOUTARO

♡ seeing your toxic ex [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f]

# AKAASHI KEIJI

“you’re an idiot.” “but you love me.” [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] trees [a/f]

— SHIRATORIZAWA 

# TENDOU SATORI

“you couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.” [f]

— INARIZAKI 

# SUNA RINTARO

seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ they get teased with someone else [a/f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] ♡ regret and other cliches [a/f] “give me one reason why i shouldn’t leave.” [a/f] focus [a] hickey prank [f] i hope ur ok [f] i lost them [f] they make you flinch [a/f]

# MIYA ATSUMU

mentioning their ex during an argument [a/f] seeing your toxic ex [f] “god, i love your hands.” “let’s put them to good use then.” [s] ♡ “where have you been all my life?” “hiding from you.” [f] i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] hickey prank [f] i lost them [f] they make you flinch [a/f] how dare you [f]

# MIYA OSAMU

seeing your toxic ex [f] i miss the old u [a] i just put on lip gloss [f] how dare you [f]

— OTHER

# TERUSHIMA YUUJI

all fun and games until someone catches feelings [a/f] pillow talk [f] cigarette kisses [a/f]

# SAKUSA KIYOOMI

seeing your toxic ex [f] ♡ i know who you pretend i am [a] regret and other cliches [a/f] hickey prank [f]

[ JUJUTSU KAISEN ] 

# NANAMI KENTO

whatever you do, dont [f] sweet [f/s]

# GOJO SATORU

sticky [s]

# INUMAKI TOGE

indigo [f]