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pixelwisp · 2 years

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Issei Matsukawa was pretty sure that some higher power thrived off of watching him suffer. As if the last few months weren’t taxing enough - getting ordained, dealing with groomzilla Oikawa, dealing with other groomzilla Iwaizumi, and taking on a co-op role of Iwa’s best man with Makki, who, by all accounts, should never be allowed to plan anything by himself - he now had to share a room with you; his best friend, Oikawa’s person of honor, and someone he’s been horrendously in love with for so long he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be in love with you.

When he first found out the news, he thought ‘this is fine, we can handle this. It’s just a room’, but the back of his mind was scrambling to figure out what he possibly could have done that would have pissed the gods enough for them to punish him like this (he could only recall that one time during New Years, when he picked his nose and wiped it on the shrine; but he was six, and Makki had dared him, so surely they had forgiven him for that?). He was too stuck in his head to notice the lilt in Oikawa’s voice as he explained that ‘We’re just trying to save some money, and Makki is already rooming with so-and-so, so you understand, right Mattsun?’, nor the mischievous glint in his eyes as he handed him the two hotel room keys, along with an order to not show up late to the ceremony, to which Mattsun only barely nodded to.

One night. One room. It’ll be fine, he thinks.

His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he saw the singular mattress in the middle of the hotel room. He briefly wondered if Oikawa was the aforementioned higher power. Does he know about the booger?

Mattsun almost wanted to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all, because of course. Of course Oikawa would use his own wedding to try to get Mattsun to confess for the millionth time. Of course Oikawa would make it as uncomfortable as possible for him in the process. Of course Makki would be in on it; Iwaizumi too, probably (although begrudgingly so). Of course he was, once again, at the mercy of his shitty friends, forced to suffer through another awful set up that’s destined to go horribly wrong.

He knew whoever was “upstairs” was laughing at him. They were laughing at his suffering and honestly? He wouldn’t be surprised if Oikawa did turn out to be some sort of demigod, who’s only mission was to make Mattsun wish the next funeral he’d have to plan was his own.

After a rush to the bathroom, a splash of cold water, and a less-than-peppy “pep” talk in the mirror, Mattsun decided that he could do this. He can totally sleep next to you for one night. He’ll face away from you, or lay over the blankets, or even sleep on the floor - whatever will help minimize contact between you two. He’ll hash out the details later. The important thing is, he can do this.

He could not do this.

He didn’t plan for you to look as good as you did tonight. He didn’t think to consider that you would practically beg him to dance, feeling you pressed up against his chest as you giggled breathlessly into his ear. He didn’t factor in the possibility that you would forget to pack pajamas, which meant you ended up in one of his shirts. He didn’t take into account how good you always smelled, and how it would envelope him as you laid next to him, soft breaths hitting his shoulder as he stared at the ceiling.

Mattsun played with his fingers as he tried his best to force sleep to overtake him, but all the little things had been building up throughout the day, and he was just so tired, and so hopelessly in love, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

He shifted; turned toward you. He took a moment to appreciate the moonlit path that shimmered across your cheekbone, the way your other cheek squished against the pillow, the hands that balled together against your chest. He saw your nose scrunch a little at something - probably his breath - and the final thread of hesitation gave away.

“Hey. Are you awake?” His voice was soft, a whisper, in case you were actually sleeping.

Your nose scrunched again.

“No,” you whispered back, and you smiled and opened your eyes to look at him. His breath caught in his throat, but he somehow managed a smile back.

“Funny.”

“I’m here all week.”

“Y/n,” he started. He swallowed. “Are we friends?”

You furrowed your brows, and nodded slowly.

He exhaled. Reached a hand to touch your cheek. His fingertips danced over your skin - his touch light as a feather, like you were the most delicate thing in the world.

“Just friends?”

You looked at him for what felt like an eternity, your face unreadable. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking, and every second you didn’t answer him had him falling deeper into a new kind of pain he had never experienced before.

You shook your head.

He felt the hope spread throughout his chest as he sucked in a breath. His touch deepened, ever so slightly.

“More?” He whispered. You reached up to cup the hand on your cheek, turning your head to place a soft kiss into his palm.

“More,” you affirmed.

Issei Matsukawa was pretty sure that he owed an apology to whatever higher power he had been cursing the last few months. Maybe Oikawa wasn’t a demigod - or maybe he was, but he was helpful, rather than spiteful - and maybe whoever was hanging out upstairs dealing with him had been as frustrated with him as he had been with himself.

As his fingers trailed up your thigh and you whispered affirmations of love into his very soul, he realized, begrudgingly, that he would have to thank Oikawa tomorrow, but when he smiled against your lips for the first time, he decided that he'd gladly thank a smug Oikawa a thousand times over if it meant he finally got to have you.

yet another repost from my old archive so I look semi productive. Minor edits but this one was always a fav so barely any edits tbh lol. enjoy the simple cute fluff fic and don't forget to check out our new network - shibuya station!

#matsukawa x reader #matsukawa #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #matsukawa fluff #mattsun x reader #mattsun fluff #hq fluff #hq imagines #hq ficlets #✧ — noe’s works

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ghostlygeto · 1 year

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haikyuu U ´꓃ ` U

angst nsft fluff

ᰔ tsukishima kei

melt to your touch

ᰔ ukai keishin

moonlit kitchen

volleyball “lessons”

in sickness..

unhappy ending

inanimate jealousy (part 2 of unhappy endings)

found family

ᰔ akaashi keiji

no words necessary

ᰔ bokuto kotaro

long time no see

mornings w bo

ᰔ oikawa toru

worst week ever

ᰔ sakusa kiyoomi

emergency gym bag

this was a mistake

my neighbor sakusa

first kiss

in the crowd

ᰔ miya osamu

would it be crazy?

six years passed

being a dad

ᰔ miya atsumu

atsumu’s girlfriend

ᰔ kuroo tetsurou

bad day good boyfriend

ᰔ hinata shoyo

back home

#haikyuu masterlist #masterlist #mine !!#navi !

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writingbymoonlight · 2 years

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For @lunaevangeline! Thanks again for joining my 100 follower event!

ft.: oikawa x reader

song #: song #26 on the playlist is "el perdón" by nicky jam and enrique iglesias. of course oikawa somehow ended up with a spanish song lol.

a/n: this is just angst. sorry .-.

It’s well past midnight and Oikawa realizes he should be sleeping, but he is instead silently sitting in his dimly lit living room, staring at the screen of his phone with pursed lips.

He cannot tear his gaze away from the engagement party photos you posted on Instagram because you look absolutely radiant.

Oikawa should be ecstatic that you found someone who treasures you and who you adore with every fiber of your being.

But the ache in his heart remains because, no matter how much he tries to deny it, he is still in love with you.

Oikawa’s known you since your first year of high school and he can recall being captivated by you the moment your eyes met during homeroom.

Unfortunately, he didn’t ask you out until you were third-years because he kept reminding himself that he needed to focus on making it to Nationals.

However, during his last year at Aoba Johsai, he couldn’t allow his feelings for you to quietly simmer any longer, so he finally confessed to you.

After that, you began dating and everything seemed perfect: Oikawa showered you with so much affection and you truly believed that no one else could make you happier than him.

Months later, Oikawa decided to move to Argentina to pursue his dream of playing volleyball professionally and you fully supported him.

And the two of you promised that you would figure out a way to make your relationship work.

You had relatives and friends who were skeptical of you having a long-distance relationship with a guy you had been dating for barely a year, but the setter was prepared to prove that there was no need for concern.

He swore that he would strive to fight for you and to love you eternally.

At the start, you and Oikawa texted each other all the time and spoke on the phone frequently, every call ending with “I love you”.

You visited each other as often as possible, and Oikawa looked forward to showing you around the South American country he now regarded as home.

Despite your efforts, the distance and time difference took its toll, little by little.

As you settled into your young adult lives, Oikawa became busy with his team and with laying down roots in Argentina while you focused on your own aspirations in Japan.

Scheduling flights and calls became challenging and the communication between you two commenced to falter.

You and Oikawa were aware of this and thus agreed to have a video call when neither of your schedules were hectic, so you could have a serious discussion.

Oikawa really did want to be with you, but during this conversation, he had inquired if you would ever consider moving to Argentina permanently and you hesitated in your response.

In this moment of hesitation, he could read the conflicting emotions in your eyes.

Oikawa knew he was basically asking if you would be willing to upend your life in Japan and be apart from your loved ones for his sake.

And he knew he didn’t foresee himself leaving Argentina.

So, as you attempted to come up with a plan to make things work, Oikawa declared that it would be best if you broke up.

And your heartbroken expression haunts him to this day.

Following the breakup, Oikawa did feel some alleviation because he didn’t have to fret over putting in effort into a long-distance relationship.

As the months passed, though, loneliness and the sensation of being incomplete slowly crept up on him and by the time he comprehended that your absence in his life was the cause of this, you were already dating someone else.

And now, you are marrying that person.

Oikawa wishes that he could run into the moonlit street and scream your name into the darkness, in hopes that you would suddenly materialize in front of him.

Then he could tell you how sorry he is.

Sorry that he didn’t ask you out sooner, sorry for contributing to the lack of communication, sorry for not maintaining his promise to fight for you and sorry for giving up so easily on your relationship.

But he understands that these words would be futile, so he turns off his phone and shuffles into his empty bedroom, conscious of the fact that you will remain in his heart for evermore.

#oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa angst #oikawa headcanons #oikawa tooru #oikawa torū #haikyuu x reader #eventsbymoonlight : 100 followers

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pridewon · 2 years

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@onehope said: 7. INSOMNIA : for one muse to find the other still awake at 3am. / ushioi :’))

Ushijima doesn’t typically wake up in the middle of the night. His sleep schedule is as regulated as the rest of his daily routine; and difficult to disturb. Few factors can pull him from his slumber; intense summer heatwaves are most certainly among this elite list. He tosses and turns in his bed, crumpled sheets doing little to help with his predicament (and still, he is also one of those people who struggle to sleep without them - a creature of habit and consistency through and through).

Ushijima turns on his back and stares at the ceiling, before he decides there is no point in staring at the ceiling, and sits up, and gets up, to find something more interesting or productive to do than staring at the ceiling. From the open suitcase on the floor of his hotel room which he hasn’t taken the time to unpack yet, he slips on a pair of light shorts and a t-shirt, catches his key between calloused fingers, and leaves the room for open (and suffocating - but less so than in his room) air of Fukuoka.

It doesn’t take long for him to realise he isn’t the only one to have fallen victim to the impossible temperatures of Southern Japan in the summer. The hotel is full of volleyball players; all gathered for a tournament, teams from across the country and nationals living abroad invited for the occasion - some sort of initiative from the JVA. Somehow, Ushijima is not all that surprised to recognise Oikawa’s silhouette leaning over a railing. Somehow, of all the players here, he finds it natural that the one he would stumble upon at three in the morning would be the most most entangled with his life, in the strangest and most puzzling of webs.

Ushijima is not particularly quiet when he approaches; he is not particularly loud either. His footsteps are muffled like those of a large bear taking his time to draw near, before he joins his unexpected (but sort of expected?) companion in his contemplation of the shores on the horizon line. “Mind if I join you?” He asks, out of courtesy. Reading others has never been his strong suit; but based on his recent experiences with Oikawa, he suspects the question will be met with a smile and and a teasing remark that will equate acceptance. Things have changed, since they last faced each other in highschool - since their last improvised one-on-one in the secrecy of a school gymnasium. Things have changed, for a change that Ushijima, for once, surprises himself with how easily he slips into it. He wonders what is to blame for it: him growing up, or Oikawa making it uncannily easy.

Oikawa does smile, and Ushijima knows it because he is looking at him; against the clear moonlit sky, shrouded in muted blues with shadows forming angles on his face Ushijima isn’t sure he has ever noticed before (everything looks different at night - he likes going for a run very early in winters because of that). Ushijima is looking, and he doesn’t try to hide it; there is very little Ushijima ever actively tries to hide. Ushijima is looking, because he is looking for confirmation for something: something he has noticed, the last time his and Oikawa’s paths crossed at a different tournament abroad; a shift in atmosphere, whenever solitude finds them, a shift in distance they (no longer seem to) put between each other. Ushijima is looking, and there is this subtle shift in the air when Oikawa looks back. If he believed in magic, he might call it a spell. For lack of a better word, he’ll call it...

... a change. Something new and something he cannot define. Still, even with a lack of words to express it... even Ushijima Wakatoshi has an inkling of suspicion.

He looks away, conforted, unable to tell if for better or worse; but with the feeling of seeing just a little bit clearer. The warm summer breeze brushes through his hair; calm, olive eyes looking to the shore.

An inkling of suspicion. That he grows more persuaded of with each fated meeting their have. Next to him, Oikawa hasn’t said a word. Ushijima notices he’s looking too; and decides he doesn’t mind either. Let it run its course. See where it takes them. Just like this unexpected meeting at three in the morning. “Do you want to go for a walk?”

#onehope #(ushijima; interactions)#i was thinking back on early ushioi and the lead up to them becoming a couple and got emotional :')#this got long for literally nothing wHAT IS GOING ON

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chrysalind · 1 month

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pairing: hanamaki takahiro x reader x matsukawa issei wc: 2.7k tags: pre-relationship, fluff, light angst, angst w/ happy ending, polyam, jealousy, implied iwaoi

“Truth or dare?”

You grind the heel of your sandal into the already packed sand below your feet. The air in front of you, warmed by the bonfire, must be at least ten degrees hotter than the dark void of brisk summer night at your back.

Hanamaki knocks his knee against yours, as if to egg you on, and the heat in your cheeks only intensifies. You make a small note of correction: the difference in temperature must be closer to fifteen.

“Truth,” you reply, not even considering the alternative. A chorus of groans sound from the other students and you count eight pairs of eyes on you, sixteen in total. Most are half-lidded from drink, but Matsukawa’s, you note, as they lazily meet yours, are just always like that. The smirk he wears is foreboding.

“Have you ever—” he leans forward and you swallow. Others look on in bated breath.

“—been with more than one person at a time?”

You blink, confused by the openness of the question. “Like…sex?”

He shrugs and shadows move jauntily across his torso as he waves his hand. “Sex, relationships, whatever.”

He says it casually, like he’s asking you whether you prefer coffee or tea. Like the discussion of polyamory, is as simple and commonplace as saying you like both drinks, depending on your mood.

But maybe his demeanour is so startling to you because you’re so sorely lacking in experience. After all, it was just last year that you’d finally grown comfortable being that close with one person, much less two. Yes, two is a good number for you; even, divisible, and simple enough.

“No,” you shake your head, grateful for an easy answer. “I’ve never even… I’ve never even dated more than one person at once.” You punctuate your answer with a laugh—a short giggle that you force out of nervousness more than anything. Thankfully, others—and Hanamaki, to your right—react in kind.

The game moves on when you call upon Oikawa, who theatrically accepts the dare of taking a moonlit dip in the ocean. As he runs off toward the nearby shore, Iwaizumi, who makes a big show of groaning and standing up, stalks off into the dark after him, mumbling something about making sure he doesn’t drown himself.

Their departure pauses the game and drunken chatter breaks out among the group almost immediately.

“You cold?” Hanamaki asks, long lashes casting shadows atop his cheeks. In the light of the fire, you can see two of the three freckles that sit on his left cheekbone, forming the base of what you’d previously observed to be an almost perfect equilateral triangle.

“A little,” you admit, feeling the cider slosh in its can as you make a show of rubbing your bare upper arm.

He shrugs off his zip-up sweater and drapes it over your shoulders, blanketing you in its warmth. You revel in the feeling—in this display of kindness, of affection—that had only grown more frequent between the two of you in the past few weeks. He leans back, as if to appraise you in this state, and a soft maritime breeze ruffles his bangs. One, you think, is more than enough for you. Especially if the one happens to be Hanamaki.

Oikawa returns in the next minute, dripping wet and glorious, wearing a teeth-chattering grin that doesn’t relent until he’s parked squarely in front of the fire. He had evidently neglected to take off his clothes before running into the surf and was now wearing a soaked pair of board shorts and Iwaizumi’s hoodie.

The other boy isn’t far behind him, a long-suffering scowl on his features as he takes his previous place. No one mentions that his clothes are also noticeably damp in many places, but a few giggle.

“Now,” Oikawa says, sweeping his gaze across the circle of their peers. He pushes back a lock of sopping wet hair, the action far more charming than could be replicated by anyone else. He zeroes in on a girl near the periphery of their group; a doe-eyed track athlete who you’d never seen out of athleisure.

“Sumire,” he singsongs, drawing out all three syllables of her name, and she leans back, playfully rolling her eyes. From the way she sways, you can tell that she’s had a good amount to drink, not unlike everyone else.

“Dare,” she puts forward with a grin and a wave of oooh’s ripple throughout your small group.

Oikawa makes a thoughtful noise, the fire in front of him dialing the mischievous light in his eyes up to a ten. “I dare you to kiss either Haruka or…” He scans the group once more, never pausing until—

“…Makki.”

Your mouth goes dry as you watch the two men share a smirk. Beside Sumire, Haruka tosses her hair and laughs before jokingly dodging a kiss from the taller girl.

“I guess Haruka won’t kiss me,” Sumire sighs dramatically before standing up. She strides across the circle, the drink making her swaying look more alluring than clumsy. Jealousy roils in you stomach, bitter and acerbic and it takes all your willpower to keep your hands unclenched.

It takes her all of four steps to reach the two of you, her flip-flops stopping just short of the edge of your shared towel. She crouches down in front of Hanamaki, who holds her stare with his own amused gaze. In your peripheral vision, you can see the others watching eagerly, their cheeks high with colour. Even Iwaizumi can’t feign disinterest. Matsukawa’s eyes meet yours and he dips his chin, the evening shadows masking his expression.

“You okay with this?” you hear Hanamaki say, just a fraction louder than a whisper. You turn to him, hope ballooning in your chest, but he isn’t looking at you.

He isn’t looking at you at all.

So it’s a mystery why you remain rooted in place, his sweater around your shoulders, and a desperate, ugly feeling in your chest that only digs its claws in deeper as she leans in.

He tilts his head to receive her and you watch—you all watch—as the kiss unfolds. It’s quick at first, just a brief peck on her lips that causes a laugh to bubble from her lips. She closes the distance again and the kiss morphs in nature; deepening into something less chaste. You freeze as she stumbles forward, her high ponytail fanning over to brush his cheek as he guides her into a straddle.

Nervous laughter sounds across the group and someone even whistles.

The jealousy within you is untenable now, bolstered by the white-hot humiliation that floods your system. You know that you hadn’t imagined the growing closeness between you—the late night texts, the flirty jokes, the invitation to come to this bonfire. So why are you being made to feel so stupid? Why did you have to be here at all?

The thought finally jars something within you, undoing the petrification that had previously taken hold of your limbs. You count three breaths, one inhale and one exhale each, before you uncross your legs to stand. Mumbling something about needing to use the bathroom, you stumble beyond the warm reach of the fire and into the cool night beyond.

Without the heat of the day, the grits of sand that find their way under your feet are damp and uncomfortably cold. You don’t let it deter you, however, as you make a beeline towards the lapping sounds of the shore. Salty air fills your lungs and you sniffle, trying to ignore the burn of moisture in your eyes as you make your way further towards the surf. Thankfully, there are few other groups tonight, scattered so far across the beach that it doesn’t take long for the din of drunken voices to be drowned out by the ocean.

You only stop once you reach a lifeguard tower, steadying your weight against the paint-chipped railing as you try to ground yourself. Your phone lets you know it’s almost midnight and you have half a mind to hike back to the parking lot and call a ride. After all, there’s nothing for you here.

“Hey.”

You whip your head around to face the sudden intrusion.

“It’s just—jeez, that’s fucking bright.” Matsukawa shields his eyes as you turn your phone’s flashlight on him.

“Matsukawa,” you say, putting your phone away.

“You can just call me Issei.” His tall figure, now shrouded in darkness, comes to sit next to you on the steps of the tower.

“I mean, we’ve known each other for…a year now?”

“Seven months,” you correct softly, pulling Hanamaki’s sweater tighter across your arms. “But o-okay…Issei.”

The silence between you stretches and settles, feeling almost comfortable as you sit together and look out at the dark horizon.

“You know it probably didn’t mean anything,” he says, as you slide onto the step above him.

You brush a damp layer of sand from your lower calf and consider feigning ignorance. In the end, you’re unable to shake it off.

“It didn’t look like that,” you say bitterly. “It seemed like he was having a lot of fun, actually.”

“Oh come on,” he says, his curls ruffling softly in the breeze, “you know what Makki’s like. He’s just down for anything.”

You sigh. You know this to be true, you just thought that maybe, just maybe, that something would change because something between you had changed. At least you thought it did.

“Trust me,” Matsukawa says, shoulder brushing against your hip as he leans back. “He likes you.”

“Really?” you breathe, catching the dark shine of his eyes when he turns to look at you.

“Yeah, I mean,” the wooden step creaks as he places his weight on it, “isn’t it obvious?” His gaze flickers down to your Cupid’s bow.

You swallow, suddenly wondering if he can see the stray smudge of tinted gloss on your upper chin.

“Issei,” you begin, your own voice sounding far away. “Do you think he thinks that I’m…”

He tilts his head. “That you’re…?”

“Pretty,” you utter, just above a whisper. You clear your throat. “Do you think he thinks I’m pretty?”

Matsukawa softens. “Of course he does,” he murmurs, shifting to sit on the step beside you.

“I know I do.”

“Really?” you blurt out, cheeks warm.

“Yes.” He gives you a sidelong glance. “I think you’re beautiful.”

Your next action, fuelled by the lingering buzz of liquor, is far clumsier than you’d like. You lean towards him and clumsily crush your lips against his—or at least where you think his lips are—only to miss and bump against his jaw. Thankfully, he only readjusts and smiles into your next kiss, his hand settling on your waist as he moves in closer.

His fingers ghost across your cheek and you draw in a stuttering breath, your mind spinning as he cages you against the worn steps. He plants a knee between your legs, nudging apart your thighs and if you were any less drunk, you think you’d feel a little bit of shame for being so pliant. However, even the thought of it is extinguished when he dips into the crook of your neck and drags his tongue across the hollow of your throat.

“I-Issei.” you squirm, your chest fluttering as he slips his hand up the hem of your shirt. He moves back up to kiss you, open-mouthed and languid as you continue to moan into his mouth.

It’s only a few seconds later when a cough sounds somewhere to your right and you yelp, scrambling backward as Issei looks up.

“Hey man,” he says to Hanamaki, still caging you beneath him.

“Oh my god,” is the only thing you’re able to utter. Your eyes dart between the two men, your chest tightening as the shock causes your limbs to lock in place.

“What’s up?” Hanamaki asks, sounding entirely calm. Amused, even.

Matsukawa’s eyes land on your shocked expression and it takes three whole seconds for him to back off of you.

“You know,” he replies, winking at you before turning away, “just hanging out.”

“Can I—?” Hanamaki asks, motioning towards you and Matsukawa stands up.

“Yeah, for sure.”

You watch as Matsukawa jaunts off the last step of the tower, steps softened by the sand as he walks away. Swallowing, you stare down at the ground, your pulse thundering in your ears as Hanamaki approaches you.

“Hey,” he says softly, wood creaking with his weight as he takes a seat beside you. “Can we talk?”

An agonizing mix of embarrassment and anger causes your throat to stick.

“Sorry about before, I just…” He reclines, planting an elbow between you. “It was just a stupid dare.”

“Didn’t look that way to me,” you snark before cringing at your own hypocritical nature.

“I know,” he mumbles. “But I promise that I don’t like Sumire like that. And I know that it was fucked up for me to kiss her like that in front of you, especially when—”

You glance up at him.

“—especially when I know how you feel about me.”

Blood rushes to your cheeks and you snap your gaze away again. You hear the water recede across the shore.

“Do you like Mattsun?” he asks as you watch a small wave lap across the sand.

“What?” Because that wasn’t the question you were expecting.

“Mattsun,” he reiterates, a half-smile playing at his lips. “Do you like him?”

“I—” you knit your brow, brain scrambling to piece together an appropriate response. You try not to think of your neck, still sensitive from the light drag of his teeth across your pulse point. “N-not in the way that I… I mean, I don’t really know him as well as—”

“It’s okay,” Hanamaki continues, entirely unperturbed. “I know he likes you.”

“Oh.” You twist your fingers into the sleeve of his sweater.

“I like you too,” he adds and you blink. “I like you a lot.”

“I-is that so?” you reply, stunned. You’ve thought about this moment in a dozen different ways, cycling through different settings, details, and ways he could finally, finally say something, but never in a million years could you have predicted this.

“I think we should spend more time together,” he suggests with an easy smile. Not so far in the distance, you spot Matsukawa near the shore. “All three of us, I mean.”

He takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb into the soft flesh of your palm.

“Would you like that?”

The gears turn slowly in your head, the situation still feeling hard to grasp as all the point are laid out in front of you.

You bite the inside of your cheek. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” he says breezily, before pulling you to your feet. “Take all the time you need.”

As if sensing the timing of the conclusion of your conversation, Matsukawa makes his way back toward you.

“We should really get back though.” Hanamaki says, as he leads you down the tower. “Before Iwaizumi thinks we all ran drunk into the sea and calls the coast guard.”

He keeps his hand in yours as you make your way back up the beach and Matsukawa falls in step beside you. You look up when his knuckles brush against the side of your arm and he gives you a knowing smirk.

Two is a good number for you, you think as you tentatively return his smile.

But three?

Three might be even better.

#matsukawa issei x reader #hanamaki takahiro x reader #haikyuu x reader #hanamaki takahiro x matsukawa issei x reader #light angst #angst with a happy ending #implied iwaoi #from: linde

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storytimewithnova · 8 months

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A Symphony of Stars

Once upon a time in the bustling city of Tokyo, there lived a talented musician named Eita. He had a heart full of dreams and a soul that poured music into every fiber of his being. His gentle voice and skillful guitar chords always captivated the hearts of the listeners, and he felt alive whenever he was on stage.

But behind his charming smile, Eita carried a longing for a love that soared high like the stars in the night sky. He believed that somewhere out there, he would find the perfect companions who would understand the melody of his soul. Little did he know, fate had already begun orchestrating a beautiful symphony of love in his life.

In Oikawa Tooru, a charismatic volleyball player, Eita discovered a kindred spirit. Oikawa's determination to reach the sky with his skills on the court resonated with Eita's passion for his music. They spent countless nights beneath the city lights, as Oikawa listened to Eita's mesmerizing melodies, feeling his heart beat in rhythm with every song.

Meanwhile, Miya Shoyo, a radiant ray of sunshine, found solace and inspiration in Eita's songs. His voice transported her to a world where dreams were tangible, and love was the greatest melody of all. The way Eita painted his emotions and hopes in his music made Miya believe that every verse was written for her.

As they journeyed together, their love grew wings spread wide, soaring across the sky like shooting stars. Eita's music became the soundtrack to their lives, each note reminding them of the love they shared. They danced under a sky full of stars, their laughter echoing like a sweet melody, and their hearts entwined like the strings of a guitar.

Eita, Oikawa, and Miya realized that their love formed a constellation of their own. Like the stars in the sky, they embraced the darkness and illuminated their paths towards an eternity of love. Each encounter served as a reminder that their love story was destined to defy the boundaries of time and space.

In the heart of Tokyo, Eita composed a song that would forever be etched in the hearts of the people who listened. He poured his love for Oikawa and Miya into every verse, painting a picture of a love that was as infinite as the sky. And as Eita strummed his guitar beneath a moonlit night, his voice carried the constellation of their love into the lives of those who listened.

And so, the world witnessed the power of love and music intermingling as Eita, Oikawa, and Miya created their cosmic symphony. Under the vast expanse of a sky full of stars, they found happiness in each other's arms, as their souls danced to the rhythm of life's sweetest melody.

As Eita's fame spread, his music reached the ears of people from all walks of life. Among those enchanted by his songs was a kind-hearted old man named Sora, who spent his days wandering the city, seeking solace in the melodies of street performers.

One fateful day, while Eita was performing in a crowded park, Sora stumbled across his captivating voice. Tears welled up in Sora's eyes as he listened, feeling the weight of his own lonely existence. He approached Eita after the performance, his voice quivering with emotion.

"Eita-san, your music touched my soul in ways I can't explain," Sora said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I have a story to share with you, one that is intertwined with the magic of music and love."

Eita, curious and intrigued, sat down beside Sora. As Sora began to speak, Eita's heart swayed with each word. Sora recounted a tale from his youth, about a love he had lost many years ago. His beloved, a talented dancer named Hikari, was the one who had introduced him to the wonders of music.

Back in their youth, Sora and Hikari spent endless nights beneath the stars, dancing across the city streets, their spirits soaring in perfect harmony. Eita's songs mirrored the ones Sora had once played for Hikari, and Sora hoped that Eita's music could help rekindle their long-forgotten love.

Eita, touched by Sora's story, decided to embark on a journey to reunite the lost lovers. Oikawa and Miya, who had become an indispensable part of his life, joined him without hesitation. They knew that the power of their love and music could transcend time and bring people together.

The trio set off on a pilgrimage across the city, seeking out places that held significance in Sora's memories with Hikari. As they roamed through bustling streets and hidden corners, Eita would play his guitar and sing his heart out, hoping that his music would guide Sora and Hikari back to each other.

Days turned into weeks, and Sora's hope never waned. As if in response to their unwavering determination, destiny intervened. In a small underground café, as Eita strummed the chords of a song that spoke of love's resilience, a familiar face emerged from the crowd.

It was Hikari, her eyes brimming with tears as she recognized the melody that once belonged to her and Sora. The music led her back to the love she thought had been lost forever. Sora's heart filled with overwhelming joy as he gazed upon his long-lost love, feeling the connection rekindled through Eita's music.

Eita, Oikawa, and Miya watched in awe as Sora and Hikari embraced, two souls that had journeyed through the ages, finally finding their way back to each other. In that moment, the power of love and music transcended everything, as if the universe itself had conspired to reunite these kindred spirits.

Eita, Oikawa, and Miya, their own love shining brighter than ever before, celebrated the reunion, their hearts filled with gratitude and an even deeper appreciation for the magic of music. They realized that their journey had not only brought happiness to Sora and Hikari but had also strengthened the bond they shared as a trio.

From that day forward, Eita's music carried a new message of hope, of love's ability to endure against all odds. His songs touched the hearts of many, reminding them that within the vast expanse of a sky full of stars, love and music could create miracles and bring together even the most distant souls.

And so, as Eita, Oikawa, Miya, Sora, and Hikari stood beneath a sky full of stars, their hearts aligned with the rhythm of the universe, they sang their final song together. The melody resonated through the night, igniting a spark of inspiration in every listener's soul.

As the last note lingered in the air, there was a collective moment of revelation. The crowd erupted in applause, their spirits lifted, and their burdens momentarily forgotten. The power of love, music, and the resilience of the human spirit had triumphed, leaving an eternal mark on each heart present that day.

Eita, Oikawa, Miya, Sora, and Hikari knew that their paths had intertwined for a reason. Their shared journey had not only reignited lost love but had also transformed the lives of all who had been touched by their story.

With grateful hearts and smiles that reflected a newfound sense of purpose, they bid their farewells, knowing that the memories and bonds forged during this extraordinary adventure would forever dwell in their souls.

As Eita continued to create music, he would often gaze up at the starry night sky, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the experiences that had shaped him. And every time his fingers danced across the strings of his guitar, he knew that his songs carried the magic of the sky full of stars, spreading love, hope, and unity to all who listened.

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reservations (8/19):

min yoogi / bts

kim jungwoo / nct

wonho / soloist

kim hanbin / soloist

yooa / oh my girl

accepted applications:

joong archen aydin / actor ➕ angkhan natthaphon / nathan, a piercer at refined ink

shin ryujin / itzy ➕ kwon dabi, a student at harmony university

yezi / solo ➕ lee areum, currently unemployed

im changkyun / monsta x ➕ bang seojoon, a youtuber / twitch streamer

cha eunwoo / singer ➕ sung injoo, an artist manager at starstruck entertainment

kim taehyung / bts ➕ lee hanbin, a media creator at starstruck entertainment

choi yeonjun / txt ➕ haru im, a bartender at moonlit groove

jo boah / actress ➕ siyeon 'stella' jeon, an editor-in-chief at presscraft media

hongjoong / ateez ➕ heo siwoo, tattoo artist enrolled in harmony university to make a career change to the medical field

boo seungkwan / seventeen ➕ yoon jihwan, a fifth year medical student

komatsu nana / actress ➕ oikawa nadia, a freelance model and part time barista at clay and sip café

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skiyoosmi · 2 years

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and then, we fell apart

⤷ series masterlist | TEASER TWO | next

⤷ sypnosis. you like him, they said he likes you. isn't it supposed to be as easy as that? apparently, it's not when oikawa tooru decides to ask you to fake-date him to make the new girl jealous. it would've been fine... if only you weren't in love with him.

25 Dec 2023, 00:01

"I still love you, you know? I don't think I'll ever stop," Tooru breaks the silence with a melancholic smile on his face as he leans forward to rest his arms against the railing, ignoring the cold sting the winter brings. The front porch was quiet compared to the ruckus his friends were making inside the cabin they rent out for two weeks every year to celebrate Christmas together.

You give him a short hum, burying your hands deep into the pockets of your coat.

"You do know you'll have to move on and forget about me someday, right?" You quietly reply. You don't have to sneak a peek to know he's already looking at you.

"And you know I can't do that. Even if I wanted to," he somehow jokes, chuckling softly when you roll your eyes before he continues, "which will never happen of course. I'll never want to move on nor will I ever want to forget you."

He finally turns his whole body and faces you completely, "You, YN YLN, have made me truly, completely, utterly, and madly in love with you."

You look back at him and mirror the blues on his face. He blinks back the tears threatening to escape his eyes and smiles instead, "I love you, YN."

As if on cue, the late snow of December begins to shower you. He follows your movements as you look up and hold out your hand to catch some of those that were slowly falling in front of you.

His heart clenches at the sight of the diamond ring in your finger, still twinkling despite the darkness of the night.

He hates the moonlight for reminding him.

"You can go now, YN. I just need a little more time here," he gestures to where he was currently standing, telling you that he still wasn't ready to go back inside. For some reason, unlike the past winters, the silence does not make him lonely tonight and instead, comforts the coldness in his heart.

"Will you be fine here?" you ask him a few moments after, unsure if it's alright to leave him here. He only gives you a sharp nod as he turns his back on you. His shoulders start to shake.

"Tooru," you softly say, "I'll always be here. We've been through so much together, haven't we? We loved and I know, it's unfortunate that we lost. But I'm here, always. Just remember that, okay?"

You begin walking away, before turning your head towards his direction once more, "I'm really sorry, Tooru."

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— Oikawa Tooru

There's a certain sort of hush in the world when Oikawa kisses you.

Time stills, but everything swirls around you, silently, revolving around the feeling of his lips against yours. Your head goes fuzzy, until all you can register is the warmth of his hand against your back, his soft breath fanning over your skin when he pulls away.

And his eyes.

They're beautiful under the night sky, illuminated solely by the full moon, watching carefully from above. She blesses you, bathing you under her merciful light, the sound of your name falling from Oikawa's lips filling you with an immeasurable happiness.

He kisses you again, softer this time, but somehow you feel this one more as you spiral into bliss, lifted by his gentle wings.

Oikawa always did soar above the clouds, never forgetting you, the one who carefully entrusted him with their heart. You suppose that's what he was: your moonlit angel.

He really was beautiful as he stood there, the stars adorning his head as he carefully pulls you closer. Your eyes flutter close, the faint scent of his cologne filling your nose, the loud beating of his heart against your ear. It sends tremors through your spine, the butterflies exploding in your stomach as you realize the effect you have on him.

"You're beautiful," he whispers, and for a moment, you're unsure if he's speaking to you, or the moon, or the world. But your doubts vanish the moment he leans in again, breath hitching as his lips mold perfectly with yours, reaching, yearning, for more.

Oikawa kisses you like it's his final day or the first time he's ever had you.

So maybe that's why it hurts so much when he finally reaches the heavens, as you crash into the earth.

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oooo sharing a bed with matsukawa?? i love that man but anyone honestly this trope is too good ajdhdjjd

hi ori ily 🖤🖤

hiii Amaya ily <333 I've had this idea in my head forever so this was literally perfect ;-;

wc: just under 1k

Issei Matsukawa was pretty sure that some higher power thrived off of watching him suffer. As if the last few months weren’t taxing enough - The entire process of getting ordained, dealing with groomzilla Oikawa, dealing with other groomzilla Iwaizumi, and taking on a co op role of Iwa’s Best Man with Makki, who, by all accounts, should never be allowed to plan anything by himself - he now had to share a room with you; his best friend, Oikawa’s person of honor, and someone he’s been disgustingly in love with for so long he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be in love with you.

When he first found out the news, he thought ‘this is fine, we can handle this. It’s just a room’, but the back of his mind was frantically trying to figure out what he possibly could have done that would have pissed the gods enough for them to punish him like this (he could only recall that one time during New Years, when he picked his nose and wiped it on the shrine; but he was six, and Makki had dared him, so surely they had forgiven him for that?). He was too stuck in his head to notice the lilt in Oikawa’s voice as he explained that ‘We’re just trying to save some money, and Makki is already rooming with so-and-so, so you understand, right Mattsun?’, nor the mischievous glint in his eyes as he handed him the two hotel room keys, along with an order to not show up late to the ceremony, to which Mattsun only barely nodded to.

One night. One room. It’s fine, he thinks.

It was not fine.

He knew whoever was "upstairs" was laughing at him. They were laughing at his suffering and honestly? He wouldn't be surprised if Oikawa did turn out to be some sort of demigod, who's only mission was to make Mattsun wish the next funeral he'd have to plan was his own.

After a rush to the bathroom, a splash of cold water, and a less-than-peppy "pep" talk in the mirror, Mattsun decided that he could do this. He can totally sleep next to you for one night. He'll face away from you, or lay over the blankets, or even sleep on the floor - whatever will help minimize contact between you two. He'll hash out the details later. The important thing is, he can do this.

He could not do this.

He didn't plan for you to look as good as you did tonight. He didn't think to consider that you would practically beg him to dance, feeling you pressed up against his chest as you giggled breathlessly into his ear. He didn't factor in the possibility that you would forget to pack pajamas, which meant you ended up in one of his shirts. He didn't take into account how good you always smelled, and how it would envelope him as you laid next to him, soft breaths hitting his shoulder as he stared at the ceiling.

"Hey. Are you awake?" His voice was soft, a whisper, in case you were actually sleeping.

Your nose scrunched again.

"No," you whispered back, and you smiled and opened your eyes to look at him. His breath caught in his throat, but he somehow managed a smile back.

"Funny."

"I'm here all week."

"Y/n," he started. He swallowed. "Are we friends?"

You furrowed your brows, and nodded slowly.

He exhaled. Reached a hand to touch your cheek. His fingertips danced over your skin - his touch light as a feather, like you were the most delicate thing in the world.

"Just friends?"

You looked at him for what felt like an eternity, your face unreadable. He couldn't tell what you were thinking, and every second you didn't answer him had him falling deeper into a new kind of pain he had never experienced before.

You shook your head.

He felt the hope spread throughout his chest as he sucked in a breath. His touch deepened, ever so slightly.

"More?" He whispered. You reached up to cup the hand on your cheek, turning your head to place a soft kiss into his palm.

"More," you affirmed.

Issei Matsukawa was pretty sure that he owed an apology to whatever higher power he had been cursing the last few months. Maybe Oikawa wasn't a demigod - or maybe he was, but he was helpful rather than spiteful - and maybe whoever was hanging out upstairs dealing with him had been as frustrated with him as he had been with himself.

As his fingers trailed up your thigh and you whispered love into every inch of his skin, he realized, begrudgingly, that he would have to thank Oikawa tomorrow, but when he smiled against your lips for the first time, he decided that maybe thanking Oikawa wasn't the worst thing in the world if it meant he finally got to have you.

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