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karasunotebook · 2 years

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Change is good

warnings: highly suggestive, nothing beyond heavy makeout

notes: 7 minutes in heaven(more like on the way to heaven lol), friends to lovers, kissing, mutual pining, HANAMAKI ‘HOT GUY’ TAKAHIRO, also i’ll prob make a pt2 version of this (nsfw) in the future

Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader

it’s been a minute since the plastic bottle pointed towards you. It’s been a minute since you saw the look of surprise on his face as the girl next to him scowled at you. It’s been a minute since you’ve both entered the small closet room for some privacy. And it’s been 10 seconds since he started staring. He’s still staring. Or gazing? You can’t tell because the single light bulb in the tiny room wasn’t providing enough light.

“Y/N,” his smooth voice interrupts your thoughts and breaks the silence. One thing you can tell was that he was leaning against the shelves. One feet up against the wall, the other leg stretched out. He stands up, straightening himself before walking closer to you. “So, wanna just chat? To fill this boring silence,” he chuckles lightly. As he approaches the dull light, you catch a glimpse of his soft pink brown hair. You had to stop yourself from reaching out to feel it. His eyes soften, staring into yours, waiting for your response.

“Sounds, great,” you reply. However, you feel a little regret in saying that. There was a part of you that wanted something more from this. Yes, Hanamaki has been your friend for a very long time. And you love the friendship you have. But you both can’t deny the spark and tension that’s always present.

It’s not often that you’re left alone together like this. There’s always another presence whether it was Matsukawa or Oikawa or Iwaizumi, sometimes even Yahaba and Kyoutani. And when it does happen, it’s always a close call with one of you leaning in to kiss the other. But it never happens, and it makes you both wonder maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

You notice his eyes drift down to his feet and he moves a little farther away from you, feeling a pang to your heart. “Well, then.” He clears his throat. “Anything new with you?” The boy asks as if you both haven’t been talking every day of the week. He sits down on the carpeted floor and pats the space next to him, gesturing you to sit beside him.

“Nope, same old same old.” You finally take a seat. Though, this time, you are much more closer to each other, your arms touching. “What about you?”

“Yeah, nothing feels different. Everything just seems to be the same. Don’t you think?” He turns to you, without realizing that you were staring at him while he spoke, your faces now inches apart. “But...you know. I want to change some things. Change is good right?” His eyes drift to your lips, lingering there for a moment. You feel your cheeks heat up. As if trying to break himself from a spell, he quickly looks away, clenching his jaw. “Sorry.” He quickly apologizes and you feel terrible.

“No, don’t be. I think change is great,” you respond quickly.

He turns back to you. “I think you’ve changed.” His statement makes you turn back to him.

“Really? How?” You ask.

“Well~” he starts.

“Careful, there,” you warn jokingly to which he laughs. The delightful sound of his laughter brings you butterflies every time.

“I was just going to say you got prettier. Every single day you get prettier and prettier. Why is that?”

You groan at the compliments. You were never good at receiving them. “Makki, stop joking around.” Hearing you call him by this nickname never fails to bring him joy. Only his close circle of friends called him that but something about the way it slips from your lips—it’s a totally different feeling.

“I’m not, though.” He tucks your hair behind your ear, leaning so that he’s fully admiring your face. “Wow,” he comments, making you blush even more than before. “Look. At. You,” he teases, making you lightly punch his shoulder. He likes to tease you like this. Even since you first started being friends. But these days, there’s definitely more to it.

“Okay, cool stuff. You’re not doing so bad yourself,” you roll your eyes, trying to act unaffected by his words. He smiles, sighing heavily.

“It’s too bad that...” he stops mid-sentence, his eyes now filled with longing. “forget it.” He moves back to his regular position.

You knew his thoughts. You knew because you felt the same way. But your fear is what’s holding you back. You knew he was holding back because he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. But this is your chance. To change things. No other guy has made you feel the way he did. And it made you unhappy seeing other girls fawn over him. Why did you have to wait for him, anyway?

You hesitated before moving in front of him. “Hanamaki, I want you to know, I really really like you.” You bite your lip, scared of what will happen next. What if you were wrong all along? What if he never liked you? Questions of doubt fog your brain as you try to form your next words. “I-If you are willing, I would want things to change b-between us a-and-” before you could finish your sentence, the smiling boy grabs your hand to pull you closer.

“Hold on, can I kiss you first? We got a few minutes left.” He asks. You nod and he wastes no time to bring his lips to yours. His right hand moves to your neck and the other runs down to your waist as you move your legs to straddle him. Your hands unconsciously move to his smooth brown hair, combing through it. You feel his tongue slide across your bottom lip, asking for an entrance to yours. Melting into his touch, you find yourself opening your mouth and letting your tongues search each other. Soon, your arms reach up to hug his neck. He’s got his arms wrapped around your waist. Stopping for a breath of air, he leans your forehead against his. “Do you realize how long I waited for that?” he breathes.

“Sorry for taking too long,” You say. You feel one hand move up to caress your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb.

“No,” he says before giving you a quick peck. “I’m sorry.” You respond with your lips returning to his in a deep kiss. He groans into your mouth as you keep massaging your lip against his.

It was simple all along. All you needed to do was overcome the bit of doubt to finally realize your true feelings for each other.

Hanamaki moves from your lips, peppering small kisses full of adoration across your cheek and moves downwards. You giggle at the ticklish feeling and you feel him smile against your skin. Gently, he tilts you toward the ground so that you are now beneath him. His kisses don’t stop but they became slower and wetter as his lips move to your sweet spot on your neck. He stops there and starts sucking and biting. You stifle a moan, trying your best not to be loud so that the others can hear. Hanamaki finally stops pleasuring that one spot on your neck and points out: “That’s gonna leave a mark. Sorry bout that.” He chuckles before placing another kiss on you.

“Makki,” you say trying to recover from the moments that had just occurred.

“Mhm,” he hummed a response, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. His sweet eyes move from your lips to your eyes. The daring look in his eyes was very distracting.

“U-um so, do you want to go out after this? Like…just ditch the party…” Your voice falters into a whine when his hand reaches your butt to give it a squeeze.

Hanamaki smiles. “Hell, yeah.” He places a kiss on your cheek, taking your hand and helping you both up, when he realizes time is almost up. “We can have more time alone then,” he whispers in your ear, making your blush become more apparent.

He give you one last kiss when the bell started ringing followed by a knock. “Time’s up folks!” A cheery voice calls out. You both exit the little room after smoothing each other’s clothes.

“Dang what happened in there?” Oikawa asks, studying your messy hairs, swollen lips, and beaming faces. You and Hanamaki’s hands were practically glued together. Hanamaki had no shame in telling everyone that you were going to be busy on a date with him. Everyone cheered for you both.

“About damn time! For fucks sake!” Mattsun shouts. Iwaizumi has a smirk on his face, while Oikawa is the one to open the door for you both.

“Have fun, kids~” the setter grins.

And thus, you exit the building with your newly acquired boyfriend, hand-in-hand.

#pls this is the oldest draft i have #sorry this was not hot at all but at least hanamaki takahiro is #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #reader x hanamaki #y/n x hanamaki #hanamaki x y/n #hanamaki fluff #hanamaki x you #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki takahiro

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koutarostiddies · 2 years

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The Man You Deserve

Hanamaki Takahiro x gn!reader

No warnings just fluff. Well, the usage of the pet name “babe”

It's true that Makki couldn't hold down a job. He gave various reasons, some blaming his bosses, others simply stating that the job just wasn't a good fit, but all said with such flourish and detail that many were sure they were all outlandish lies. To everyone that knew him they were simply excuses to not work harder than he had to. Of course with this came people’s perception of him being frivolous, noncommittal and irresponsible, but that wasn't the case–at least not as far as you were concerned.

When you met him he was working as a barista at the cafe near your job. He had planned on putting in his notice that day and you–you had decided to grab some tea for the first time on your way to work. You were running late and didn't have time to make some at home, something that was somewhat of a morning ritual for you. The cafe was pretty popular, one your co-workers were always insisting you go try, but coffee was never your thing and when it came to tea selection, many places were lacking.

With popularity came long lines and soon you found yourself wondering if you had been better off just making tea at home instead of listening to the women in front of you gawking at the barista. You paid them no mind, you just wanted your tea. The line moved faster than expected and before you knew it you stood face to face with the handsome barista everyone was swooning over. You had to admit he was very good to look at and unsuspectedly charming. With a smile like his you knew you were going to end up sacrificing your morning ritual for a new one.

Makki didn't put his notice in that day and as predicted you found yourself becoming a regular at the cafe, even on your days off–always making excuses to go there. You knew his schedule at that point, you almost wish you didn't because quite frankly it just made you look creepy. You tried to appear as if you were working, but he had caught you on more than one occasion as your eyes wandered and then settled on him. His cocky smirk should’ve made you roll your eyes on instinct and groan, but instead it had you feeling the flutter of a hundred butterflies’ wings inside your stomach. Why were you like this? You weren’t a teenager anymore.

On Makki's last day he offered you a free drink and his number. With a brush of your fingers and a blush on your face, you took the drink from him. “I’m not much of a barista. From the looks you give when you drink your tea, I always steep it for too long or not long enough. But I promise if you call me I can give you something better than tea.” It was also your last day there.

You started dating soon after, every day with him was a whirlwind; full of laughs and soon enough full of passion. In what felt like no time you met his friends and family. Everyone welcomed you with open arms. You were an unexpected, yet much needed, addition to his life. You were the stability and support he both needed and craved. You learned everything there was about each other and yet things always remained new and fresh. You grew together.

You had offered to move in with him, but he was reluctant at first– insisting that he find another job first because he didn't want you contributing more than you had to. You didn't want to hear it, his rent was far cheaper than yours and there was the added benefit of having him with you everyday. Plus, no more late night booty calls.

During the times when he was in between jobs he did everything he could to make your life easier. He learned to cook, he cleaned and he helped you relax when you got home. He spoiled you rotten and you felt like a selfish asshole every time he started to work again. But despite all that, when he got home–no matter how tired he was he always offered to cook for you.

"Hiro, come on. You know I was planning on doing it."

"It's fine, babe. It relaxes me. It just makes me feel complete, you know."

The Makki you knew was far from the one everyone else did. He might put on that laissez-faire attitude for everyone else, but with you, he was always intent on making you proud and everything he did he did with the utmost care and dedication.

Eventually he found a job that suited him, something that made him feel like he could finally settle down. And that's exactly what he planned on doing as he searched for a better home for you two. Insisting that now that you were both working you needed a home that reflected your security. Everything he did made your heart swell. Hanamaki Takahiro was simply the man of your dreams, the man you never thought you'd have or even deserved.

Despite conflicting schedules you managed to find time to look at apartments, settling on one an equal distance between both your jobs.

Unbeknownst to you, your dutiful boyfriend took a day off to spruce up the place after you moved in. You were at work and all you could think about was soaking in that huge tub in your new apartment. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, angrily pulling you away from your one moment of respite before your damned deadline.

"When are you headed home?"

"Never. I decided I'm going to live at work."

"Dammit, and here I was thinking that we found our dream apartment. It's the cafe next door, huh? I promise my tea brewing skills have improved. But I can still make coffee. I know you like it, I’ve seen you drink mine when you think I’m not looking."

"Ok, you've convinced me. I should be leaving in an hour or so."

"Gotcha. I'll be waiting."

"After all that, I better hope so. Love you, Hiro."

"Love you too, babe"

By the time you arrived home you were too hyper fixated on that bath that the soft lighting of the apartment and music playing went by unnoticed . You kicked off your shoes and groaned as you hung up your jacket.

"Hiro?" You scanned the apartment but your boyfriend was nowhere in sight.

"I'm in the bathroom." Perfect because that's exactly where you wanted to be right now. To say you were stunned would be an understatement when you had walked in to see the soft glow of candles surrounding your large bathtub. The gentle aroma of cherry blossoms tickled your nose as you bent over the tub to see the bath bombs fizzling away, a beautiful mix of reds and pinks spiraling around each other in the warm water. The only thing missing from this scene that he had set was rose petals.

"What's going on, Hiro?"

"Can't I spoil my one true love?" He teased as he stepped closer, his hand on your lower back as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"You're so lame."

"But you love it." He was right, you did love it. "Enjoy your bath, I have some things to fix up and I'll join you in a bit." It had been a while since you had bathed with him– your last tub offered you little to no room for such intimate moments. You had found yourselves getting a hotel room for the night when you both wanted to really indulge in each other.

You were nearly asleep in the tub by the time you felt the water displace and his slender body slip behind you.

"Hello," he whispered in your ear as he pulled you flush against his chest.

"Hello," You repeated, resting your head against him as he interlaced his fingers with yours.

"I've got something for you," he whispered before kissing you just behind the ear.

"Hiro, come on. You don't have to keep doing this. I love you, but save your money."

"You're not the boss of me."

"I can be, if you want," you press your ass against his crotch. “I bet I can give you better perks too.”

"Demon," he moaned as he nipped at your ear. "But seriously, I promise this will be the last thing I give you for a while. At least the last big thing."

"Fine."

"Ok, close your eyes."

"If I do, I might just end up falling asleep," you laugh.

"Indulge me."

As soon as you closed your eyes you felt him turning behind you. Whatever it was you reminded yourself to make sure it was the last thing he ever got you for another year.

"Ok, open your eyes." A suffocating silence filled the bathroom making Makki’s chest tighten as panic started to settle into his bones. He kept telling himself it was too much of a big gesture and too soon, that you were probably upset that he pulled a stunt like this while you were naked in a tub with him after a long day at work. He fucked up, he was sure of it.

"Hanamaki Takahiro, are you serious? This is a joke, it has to be." You turn around to look at him and the tears lining his lash line said everything they needed to.

"Really?" You start to blink back your own tears. He only nods as his start to stream down his face. "Will you do me the honor of spending the rest of your life with me? And possibly let me put the ring on your finger before my hand gets tired and I drop it in the water?"

"Yes, loser. I'll marry you. But I also kinda like to just see you hold out the ring for a while longer."

"Babe," he whined.

"You really didn't need to buy me a ring, Hiro."

"Yes I did. I want to show you and everyone that I’m committed to you and a future with you. You've given me so much and you've done so much for me when I didn't deserve it. You stood by me when many would've left me behind. I promise you that I'll be the man you deserve."

“Hiro…you already are. You've always been the man that I deserved."

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torusluvrr · 2 years

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SeaSerpent!Hanamaki x Sailor!gn!reader

Genre: strangers to lovers(kinda), supernatural!au, past to time!skip

Warnings: angst(heavy?), drowning, d3ath, bittersweet, loneliness, fluff a lil

"You have a long shot, kid." Your mother stood before you, standing proudly on the wooden boat underneath a gray gloomy sky. Your mother wore a small tank-top shirt with dirty fabric pants, her skin covered in dirt and salt from the ocean.

You were standing there agaped, truly idolizing the woman. Your mother was the afraid of anything except for one. Sea serpents. She never showed fear but inside, she was horrified. She was also in fear of losing you, especially to a sea serpent. You knew her hatred towards sea serpents, so as you grew, so did your hatred for sea serpents. You turned seventeen on the day your mother died to sea serpents, you were never the same as you went into a depressing state. Your hatred for sea serpents was powerful, and as much as you wanted them to go to extinction, you couldn't hurt nature. Your mother loved nature, though your mother was as rebellious and as adventurous as she was, she was compassionate. Though she hated serpents, she couldn't stand hurting them or other creatures. And because of that, she died. And soon you learned to never hold back once you encounter a sea serpent. Hatred boiled in your veins, growing hotter by the second. You wish you saved your mother who also saved you.

Your mother gave you a cheeky grin, hugging you to her side, shaking you playfully. You remember her accent clear as old as day when she spoke each minute, like a beautiful siren singing in your ears.

" 'M so proud of ya. I'm thinkin' one day you get to be captain of this ship the day when ya turn eighteen. Ya came all this way. I couldn't be any more proud of ya than I was from all those times before. Maybe there'll be men in the way!" Your mom teased you, using her index finger, curving it towards you, pretending to be a pirate by closing one eye and using the other to peer at you. You laughed, blush filled your cheeks with happiness. "I was thinkin', I wanted to give this for ya birth-" Your mother's sentence was interrupted by few of the men in the crew shouting, it alerted you and your mother, making your mother look at you sternly. You gave her a worried look before she took off, seeing the comotion, yelling at crew members to raise the sail and to try to move away. Some men ignored her and panicked, trying to prepare the cannons. Your mother looked stressed for a second before calming herself, running her fingers through her scalp. She turned to you, eyes full of worry. She walked towards you hurriedly, putting her rough hands onto your shoulders.

"As you mother and the captain of this ship, you are my top priority. And as my top priority, I expect you to hide somewhere where it can't see you." You shook your head, confused and in denial. "What about you?..Aren't you.. Aren't you gonna come with me?" A soft roar was heard as she gave you a stern look. You looked at her as if she was lying but she wasn't. Tears brimmed your eyes as the sea monster below hit the ship, causing you to stumble as your mother held herself steady. She held you up right after, carrying you easily as she ignored you thrash and cry in her arms. She held you gently, placing you behind crates that were standing next to the mizzen mast. You cried out as she hesitantly left you alone, leaving you in a sobbing and screaming mess. It broke her heart painfully hearing your screams, but if there something that could harm you, she would do anything just to prevent that happening. By keeping you safe. A sea serpent arose from the water, screeching as the cannons blew at it, a low growl erupting from under the boat. You wanted to run out and cling to your mother but you were scared, you were terrified. Your mother tried moving the ship away but something held it back. Was there another sea serpent?

Nevermind that, you were too scared to even look at the sea serpent who was above the surface. So you cowed away, trying to make yourself small as much as you can. Cries were heard from you which alerted the serpent, it clawed the mizzen mast, breaking it as it moves the crates out of the way. It stares at you in hunger as you hugged yourself, standing up and trying to run away. You felt it's presence right next to you until you were pushed onto the wooden floor, giving you splinters, a small wound on your knees and arms. You immediately turned around as everything was in slow motion. Your mother had pushed you, pain and regret written across her expression.

You saw a brown necklace with a locket that flew out of your mother's hands as her body was engulfed by a large mouth. It clashed across the floor as you cried out in emotional pain. You quickly crawled across the floor, your aching bloody knees and palms scraping against the floor as you eagerly reach the locket quickly, pulling it from the ground and to your chest. You heaved as you held the locket to your chest tightly. Men shouted and cried, cannons being fired. A creak was slowly heard until you realized the boat was being tilted over, the serpent swallowed a few men whole while you fell into the water, holding onto the locket tightly as you tried reaching above the surface. In panick, you thrash and turn as you slowly began feeling weak, not being able to hold the air you contained. You stopped thrashing as bubbles escaped your mouth, slowly fading into the dark sea. You nearly closed your eyes until you saw a shadow loom over you. Feeling something wrap around you, you closed your eyes as you passed out. You felt your body move through the water, feeling your body touch the cold air. You coughed harshly, water escaping your mouth. You blinked a few times, your eyes bloodshot from the water. Your vision was hazy and you felt weak, you saw a pair of bright yellow eyes looking into yours as you reached your hand out to touch the creature that saved you. It flinched before hesitantly scattering away, back into the ocean. You sat up, wincing at your palms touching the wet wood under you, staring half-lidded into the ocean. Your eyes soon widened as you realized you didn't have the locket your mother dropped. You panicked as your eyes started getting watery, shivering and hiccuping. You cried as tears escaped your eyes.

The crew men shook in their rubber shoes as you glared at them. "I told you what to do, didn't I? Now why isn't it done?" The man in your doorway fiddled with his fingers nervously as he avoided your glare, "listen captain... I've- I've got it done, al- alright? But it's just that.."

You raised your brow in annoyance, pressing your fingertips against your temple, leaning onto your elbow. "We only had just... just one person.. to-"

"Seriously??!" You scowled as the two men behind him jumped at your yell, you sighed in annoyance before calmly talking. "Don't let this happen again when we're in a season to get new men in my ship. You had a job to do. You failed to do it, I expect to not let this happen again. You're dismissed." You heard the men scatter away from your doorway, murmuring.

"Don't be too harsh on our guys," the dark curly haired man chuckles, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway. You sigh, a 'tired but willing to joke' smile appeared on your face. "Aren't you supposed to be out doing your thing? Keeping an eye out?"

You chuckle before your smile faded off, flipping through some papers. "It's not my fault they're so horrible at their job, y'know? Even I did better when I was seventeen. They had one simple thing to do. They're lucky I even let them stay on this ship instead of feeding them off to the monsters of the sea." He laughs, leaning off the door frame and walking towards you. He crosses his arms again and leans onto you, replacing the doorframe with you. "You're startin' to sound like a pirate there, cap."

You slowly turn your head at him, a deadpan expression on your face. You sigh, giving him a small smile before looking back to what you were looking at. "I advise you go back to your post, Matsukawa. You don't wanna become one of the guys now, do you?"

"That's my cue," he chuckles, acting nervous knowing you're just playing around. Before heading out of the room, he gives you a sympathetic smile before leaving. You study close onto the papers displayed on your desks, flipping through them before stopping on one.

It was an anatomy of a sea serpent, labeled aspects of the drawing. Your mother gave this to you when you were just a small child. Truth is, you never see sea serpents. Not after the incident. Suddenly, an image of your mom came up, and so did the image of her risking her life, just for you. Pursing your lips, you held your head in your hand.

Oh how you wish you could change things, if you had more time.

It wasn't until then you felt the ship shake and a few cries out. You immediately got up from your chair, a irritating screech coming from the chair before falling onto the floor. You rushed outside, seeing your men run around, readying the cannons. You run up to one of your men, your most trusted ones.

"Hajime! What-- what's going on?"

"A sea serpent is attacking!" He shouted through the yellings and screeching. A frightened expression was brought to your face when the information dawned on you, his hand landing on your shoulder. "It'll be okay, Y/n. We trust you." You look up at him, one of your men calling your name for the first time. And as in 'we', Matsukawa and Oikawa appeared behind him, a stern look on their faces, except Oikawa's seemed much nicer. "Thank you," you replied, fingers trembling.

"Move the ship away!" You shouted above your crew, a faint roar being heard, the boat rocking until it almost tilted. You were about to shout something when the boat's end began to rise, making you fall as well as your crew. Your back harshly hit the wooden wall, making your groan in pain. Some of your men even fell in the water, before the boat's end dropped, making you sigh in relief. It wasn't until the boat started to tilt sideways, your gaze immediately averting to your friends.

You see them reach out to you before everything felt wet, everything went silent, the bitter salty water engulfed you and entered your mouth. Forcing your eyes open, you see one of your friends Oikawa struggle, Matsukawa knocked out and fading into the darkness of the ocean, while Iwaizumi...

Iwaizumi was nowhere to be found.

A few bubbles escaped your mouth before everything became black.

You gasp, taking in the air as much as you can. Your body was cold. And the only thing that was keeping you warm was your tears that were streaming down. You lost everything. You mainly lost those who were close to you. Those who were important. Those who possibly accountable for how your heart aches for them. So much more.

You sat up, your body shivering in the cold. Staring at the sunset that barely gave you warmth, you closed your eyes, savoring the dreading moment.

You stayed like this until night, sleeping with no cushion, but on the bottom of your boat.

Your eyes went wide, getting up to your feet with such speed. You heard movement in the water, making you high on guard. You had no weapons, but fighting was worth the risk. Even if you could get killed in seconds. If it could being you with your friends, you wouldn't mind. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you saw a pink hair man peek out from the water. One you never saw before so he definitely wasn't one of your crew. What was he doing out here? How can he even survive in water? Did he get into a ship wreck with a sea monster too?

"It's you."

Wonder was written on his pale and beautiful complexion, watching him eye you. You were confused because you don't even know this guy, not one bit. You felt cold until blood rises to your cheeks, feeling your face get hot. You quickly looked away from the man that clinbed on top of the boat before standing up, his figure taller than your form.

You stopped blushing when you saw a bronze colored locket shining under the moonlight. You turned your head to look at him in surprise, not acknowledging he's even naked anymore. He dropped the locket into your hands, a soft smile on his face. "I'm guessing that was yours."

"It.. It was. How'd you know?"

"I was there," he replies, a sorrowful smile appearing on his face. Before you were gonna speak, he hugs you which you go mad crazy at. You couldn't mutter out the words, not when the cold stopped you, making your bottom lip quiver every second. It was odd though. Because his body gave you warmth. You expected him to share the same coldness knowing he's been in the ocean. Blood rose to your cheeks knowing his bare body was touching your body, luckily you were covered.

Creating some distance between you two, you open the locket, seeing an imagine of your mother on one side and you on the other. You look up at him with tears in your eyes before looking down at it, a raspy chuckle coming out of you. "I'm not sure.. If I have hoppe. I lost.. Everything. Everyone."

"I know." He looks at you with sad eyes before cupping your face in his hands, a bittersweet smile. "Maybe.."

You look up into his eyes, listening to what he has to say.

"Maybe we would've had different lives if we lived in didn't have different worlds and it wasn't so tragic." He takes a few steps back, and you, yearning for warmth follows him until water envelops the both of you, watching him become into a sea serpent. And somehow, you didn't react. You just stared into his yellow eyes while he stared into yours.

He held you close to his body, a few bubbles escaping your mouth. A low growl was heard and you felt yourself starting to let go, your body slowly becoming limp and freely float in the water. He held your body with his until your body was fully embedded with the cold, hugging you tightly.

"In another life."

The serlents who attacked were not hanamaki, I'll let u in on a little secret.

You survived the incident because of him, and nearly after that he tried searching for you for ages. And when he found you, you were so ready to die so he simply gave you what you wanted and what he wanted. Was to be close to you.

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ickymichi · 2 years

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thinking of living with makki in your small tokyo apartment just the two of you, sometimes mattsun, sitting on the balcony all night, watching endless hours of netflix, laying in bed on the weekends till all hours, always cuddled up with one and other. the skin to skin contact always making each other feel loved T^T

#my perfect lil partner i’ll forever love #✎—hq works #hanamaki x you #hanamaki x reader #haikyuu drabbles

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nishinoyaswife4 · 6 months

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How He Reacts to Other Men Hitting on You

Seijoh

Oikawa

He’s stepped away for a second. He hasn’t even been away for a full minute yet. But in the same fashion that you get no peace when his fans are around, he gets no peace in any other setting with you. He looks over to where he left you at the bar to find his seat occupied by another man, who by the looks of it was laying in on pretty thick. It wasn’t hard to see you leaning away the closer this man got to you. Oikawa quickly ends the conversation, and heads back to you. The closer he gets the more he can hear the shitty pickup lines coming from this man.

“So are you here with someone?”

Just as you’re about to answer you feel an arm around your shoulder. You look up to see your handsome boyfriend giving this stranger his best smile.

“Hello darling, who is this?” There is venom in his words. “My girlfriend has the habit of making friends wherever she goes.”

The stranger looks taken aback, and excuses himself shortly after. Oikawa doesn’t leave your side again that night.

Iwazumi

He’s convinced you to come to the gym with him to keep him company. He’s now fully regretting asking you as he watches a man approach you at the water fountain. He talks to you just a little too long for Iwa’s tastes. He likes to lie to himself and say he’s not the jealous type, but you know better. Especially now that you see him coming up behind the man who has been taking up your time.

“Oh! This is my boyfriend!” You tell the other man as Iwa approaches. “Maybe you could talk to him about a good place to start on your weightlifting!”

Iwa glares down at the new man, very obviously scaring him. The man lets out an awkward laugh and suddenly remembers he had to be anywhere else. Iwa decides that's enough of the gym for the day and takes you home. He wont answer you when you ask what's wrong but you don’t complain since he hasn’t stopped cuddling you.

Hanamaki

Man is panicking. He saw the guy approach you while you were shopping. He had stopped to look at something a few feet away, and now someone had swooped in on you. He stands there just staring at the two of you for a moment. Wondering if that was a real laugh or a fake one you had just given the stranger. It's not until you look at him making a face and rolling your eyes that he approaches.

“Hey baby, are you ready to go?” He approaches.

He throws a casual arm over your shoulder like he wasn’t just picturing you dumping him for this guy after a 5 minute conversation. He looks this guy up and down before greeting him like a friend all while holding your hand.

Matsukawa

You’re at a house party with him grabbing a drink when this random man approaches you. You make polite conversation trying to cut it short once you grab the drinks and head back to your boyfriend who is just lazing about on the couch. The man that was talking doesn’t seem to know how to read social cues or is just blatantly ignoring them follows you. He's still talking and you try to stay polite answering with a tight smile. You hand a drink to your friend and boyfriend before trying to take a seat still aware of the guy behind you. Before you can walk to your seat you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look back at the man in horror.

“Hey man don’t touch my girlfriend,” You look over at your boyfriend who is still lounging with a chill expression.

“This is your girlfriend?”

“Yeah man and I don’t want to repeat myself so take your hand off her yeah?” His expression doesn’t change. “Come here baby.”

You walk over to where he is and he pulls you down to sit in his lap. He doesn’t let you leave his side again that night.

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torusdove · 1 month

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These men would happily watch any Barbie movie with you. Will they admit that? No, absolutely not. Will they, however, watch the film from beginning to end without missing even a single second? Yes, absolutely.

They might've been skeptical the first time you offered it, but overtime they didn't complain and instead.. fully enjoyed the new Friday tradition. In fact, if you get into bed and put something else on, they might ask you themselves to put on a Barbie film instead.

"You enjoy them wholeheartedly, sweetheart. I like spending time with you regardless of what we're doing."

They're full of crap, and you know this too. Still, they're your own little princesses which you'd do anything for to amuse them.

That includes "believing" them when they tell you they enjoy watching the films for you, and not themselves.

Satoru Gojo, Yuuji Itadori, Choso, Tetsurō Kurō, Tadashi Yamaguchi (he does admit it, though), Tōru Oikawa, Takahiro Hanamaki, Kōtarō Bokuto, Rintarō Suna, Atsumu Miya, Kazuha, Thoma, Childe, Kaeya, Itto, Rafayel (lnd) + your favourite.

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dira333 · 8 months

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My Brother’s best Friend

Mattsukawa x Reader - requested by @shoulmate for the Haikyuu Request Game

Mild Angst to Fluff, 3700 words (my hand slipped)

You’re not all that fond of your teenage years.

But maybe that’s just he curse of teenage life, to cringe looking back.

You're the little sister, two years between you and Toruu, twelve between you and Suzu.

With that age gap, it's only natural that you’d cling to Toruu more and beg him to take you on his adventures.

There are times you think he only did that because Iwa had a soft spot for you.

“Can you stop?” Toruu’s standing in the door to your room, wiping dirt of his trousers as you cry.

“But I wanna come!”

“I don’t want you around all the time! We’re going to catch bugs and you think they’re disgusting.”

“Do not!”

“Do too! You just want to come because you think Iwa-chan is cute.”

“Do not!”

“Do too! You’re in love with him.” He singsongs the last part and you grab your pillow, throw it at him with all the strength a six-year-old can muster.

“Guys!” Your mom calls up from the doorway. “Iwa-chan is here. Are you ready?”

“I’m ready. She’s not coming.”

Toruu races down the stairs but you’re quick to follow him, wiping away your tears as you run.

“But I wanna come.”

Iwa’s wearing jeans that have been cut off at the knees, something you’ve begged your mom for two weeks already with no avail.

He’s sending you a tooth-gaped smile, offering you a lollipop as if he’s handing out secrets.

“I don’t mind.” He says. “Besides, she behaves better than you, Oink-kawa.”

“She does not!” Toruu exclaims with his usual dramatics, getting more into it when he sees Iwa roll his eyes and smile at you as if you’re sharing a joke he’s not in on.

“Do too.” You stick out your tongue.

You see the Volleyball under Toruus arm and jump out of your bed.

“Training? I’m coming with you.”

He rolls his eyes in mock annoyance.

“You’re not even interested in volleyball. You’re just coming to see Iwa-chan.”

“No, I’m just there for Kageyama.”

Toruu fake gags and you throw your shoe at him, regretting it right away when he catches it and flings it up the stairs.

“Well, looks like you won’t make it in time.”

“Toruu, you ass!” You yell but he’s already out the door.

You do make it in time, mainly because Toruu keeps forgetting that you’ve joined the track team.

Kageyama is cute.

Not as cute as Iwa-chan, but no boy is worth the hissy fits Toruu throws when he thinks you’re spending too much time with his best friend.

Calling Kageyama cute or agreeing to pass the ball to him still riles your brother up, but in a much safer way.

You don’t want to wake up with a shaved head or anything like that.

Somewhere along the lines you’ ve become a babysitter.

To Toruu, because he keeps neglecting his health in favor of beating Shittyjima and to Kageyama, because no one else is willing to spare him a minute of their time.

You know you’re not the right fit for either role.

After all, you can only handle so much.

You know Toruu doesn’t really mean to push you away whenever you come to his room. To remind him that he needs to eat, or get to bed on time, or to ask if he minds passing the ball to you.

It still hurts.

You know your parents don’t really mean anything by it when match after match passes without them attending. They’re busy, especially with helping Suzu now that she’s back at work and needs help babysitting.

But it hurts, even more when there’s no match of Toruu they’ve ever missed.

You know that Kageyama isn’t as mean as everyone pretends him to be.

His social skills are worse than his grades and you’re the one tutoring him in your freetime.

But it still hurts when he’s yelling, reminding you that whatever you do, no matter how hard you try, you’ll never measure up to your big brother.

Seijoh is good for Toruu.

He’s still a dick when it comes to volleyball, but he’s got more friends than just Iwa now.

There’s Hanamaki and Matsukawa now, or Maki and Mattsun as they like to be called.

They seem to have a soft spot for you too, but unlike Iwa they dare to tease you too.

“Oi, princess, you have dropped something.” Mattsun calls out when you walk past them studying in the kitchen.

“What?” You turn, confused. The only thing you were carrying was the glass of water that’s still firmly in your hand.

He bows down to pick something from the floor and holds it up to your face, hand closed around it.

His voice is nasally as he speaks, the dramatic flair almost too overdone. “My heart, mylady.”

When he opens his hand, he’s holding a bug.

The first time it happened you’d squealed in surprise.

But you grew up with a nuisance for a brother and recognize that plastic shine everywhere.

“Oh, I missed you.” You tell the fake bug, pick it out of his hand and fling it into your mouth, swallowing it whole.

An impressed smile dances around Mattsun's lips while Toruu gags in the corner.

“Nice.” Makki whispers somewhere on your side while Iwa brings out the important information.

“That one was real.” He says.

You roll your eyes and take a sip from your water, pretending to be less grossed out than you are.

“Grow up, boys.”

“Oi, Oikawa-chan.”

Makki’s leaning in the doorframe, one arm up to showcase his biceps - the little fucker knows exactly what he’s doing. Half your class is ogling him already but you ignore him as you trudge over.

“What?” You ask.

He stretches out one hand, too quick to dodge, and pinches your cheek.

“Is that the right way to greet your senpai?”

You’re just as quick to stab your hand into his side, aiming for his sensitive ribs.

“Fuck.” He curses when you hit him where it hurts.

“Language.” Class president yells somewhere behind you and you push Makki out the door before you can get detention for his wrongdoings.

“What do you want?”

“Can’t I just come see you when I want?”

“You can, but that way I’ll never get a boyfriend. Now, spill.”

He grins and offers you a piece of chewing gum before actually telling you what he came for.

“I was sent to ask if anyone wants to apply for the manager position. We want to do it lowkey since Shittykawa is so popular.”

“Yeah, no, not doing that. I’m already part of the Girl’s Volleyball Club.”

He grunts. “Not you. The boys want someone pretty- Stop that!” He steps away just in time to avoid another hit.

“You know your peers. Pick someone who’s not going to faint at the sight of your brother.”

“Easy. Oba Makoto. He’s got heart problems and can’t do sports but he knows a lot about Volleyball. He’s tried hitting on me twice, so he’s probably got some taste and won’t fall for my brother.”

Makki pulls a face. “A boy? Ah, well, okay, I'll bring it up. We’re going out for ice cream after school. Do you want to pretend to be Mattsun’s date?”

“Again? Toruu’s not going to buy it.”

“True, true. We can put fake spider’s in his ice cream?”

You ponder the offer for a moment. “Eh, it’s too soon to pull that kind of prank again. Besides, I should hit the gym after school. First years have to make an impression.”

“Fine. But you’re going as Mattsun’s date this weekend. There’s someone from my class who thinks he can’t pull girls and we have to set him straight.”

You roll your eyes. “Why would I do that?”

Makki grins deviously. “I have blackmail material?”

You shudder. “Fine. Text me the details later. I’ve got to get back to class.”

Iwa has the decency to say goodbye before he leaves for America.

It crushes the tiny bit of hope you’d nursed in the week - or so - since the news of Toruu’s upcoming departure. Without your brother here to supervise you, you could have explored what was left of your crush on him.

“You did a good job.” He says, awkwardly rubbing his neck as he stares at the trophies littering your shelves.

“Yeah, sure, I’m not bad.” You agree halfheartedly but he shakes his head.

“Not Volleyball, or the other stuff. I mean… with Oikawa. And Kageyama. You did what you could, I know.”

“Don’t.” You get up before he can tell you more stuff that you don’t need to hear. You don’t want him to talk about things like that. It makes you feel like you’ve done it all for his approval. In reality, you did it to have friends, to stay close to your brother.

And look how that turned out.

“Just hug me.” You tell Iwa, well aware that Toruu’s going to barge in any second, still immensely jealous of his friends. Well aware that your parents only allow Iwa in your room because there’s nothing going to happen. Ever.

You allow yourself to cry a little bit over it, but only when he’s gone and Toruu’s bedroom door has closed behind him too.

College is so much harder than you thought it would be.

You barely make it onto the Volleyball team, you’re behind on your reading, your assignments, cleaning your room.

All you want is to go home for the weekend and hide under your sheets until mom calls for dinner.

Instead you dress up for a party you don’t want to go to, invited by a guy you can’t even remember the name off.

But he’s two years older than you and the thought that he could be interested - and that Toruu’s not here to ruin it - is exhilarating.

Hours later you stumble down the stairs outside, the world spinning around you.

You’re going to throw up any second, you think, or crash into something.

Someone grabs your arm instead and you turn, hand raised to slap whoever’s daring to touch you.

“Whoa, princess, chill! It’s me.”

There’s only one person in the world calling you that.

“Mattsun?” You blink up at him, half of his face light up by a streetlamp. It’s him, but he looks concerned.

“You’re not okay?” You ask him, your tongue struggling to form the words.

“I should ask you that.”

“‘m fine.” You stagger a bit. “Just… need to throw up, I think.”

“When’s the last time you ate something?”

Why does he wanna know, you wonder, as you try to figure out the answer to his question.

“Well, I had breakfast. And they had some crackers inside, but they tasted awful.”

“Yeah, come on.” He pulls you forward slightly, slinging one arm around your back to keep you upright. “Let’s go get you something to eat. What do you think of Chicken Nuggets?”

“Yay,” you sway slightly as you try to do a happy dance, “Chicken Nuggies!”

Maybe it’s the bright light or the fact that the world has stopped spinning after Chicken Nuggets, fries and two cups of coffee, but Mattsun looks worried as he watches you dip the last of his fries into the ketchup.

He also looks older and taller, if that’s even possible.

“Why were you at that party?” He asks.

You shrug. “Got invited.”

He sighs. “But drinking? You’re what-”

“I’m nineteen,” you remind him, “Two years younger than you.”

He looks unconvinced and you lean forward to glare at him.

“You threw up on Toruu when you were 17, piss drunk after trying my father’s sake.”

He has the decency to blush at the memory.

Silence falls over the two of you.

It’s a comfortable silence, even after so much time passing.

You’ve barely seen Mattsun in the last two years. He’s been at your graduation, Makki too. But it had always felt a bit forced, wether it was them watching one of your matches or taking you out to ice cream on a random tuesday after school because they were College boys and could afford it.

It always felt like the shadow of your brother kept looming over you, reminding you that he was supposed to be at the table with you, Iwa included.

Mattsun clears his throat and you look up, surprised at the serious look on his face.

“Oikawa is going to kill me for this,” he mumbles before raising his voice to a normal volume. “What’s your schedule like? We could go to the cinema this weekend. There’s this new movie from that series you’ve always watched?”

You blink, surprised that he noticed that. He’s never been one for movies, not like Makki and you. He’d always rather stayed in and watched a rerun of his favorite series or blackmail Toruu to let you play Mario Kart with the four of them.

“Sure. Makki coming too?”

He blushes again, but this time without obvious reason.

“No. It would be just the two of us.”

You blink again. “Do I have to pretend to be your girlfriend? Do you know someone working at the Cinema?”

The sigh Mattsun lets out could move mountains.

“What?” You ask, defensively.

“I’m asking you out. On a date. A real date.” He presses the words out between his teeth, his hands already in his hair, pulling at the strands in thinly veiled despair.

“Oh.” You make. Then. “Oh?” And “OH!”

“Yeah.” The smile he’s giving you looks painful.

“But-” You start, but close your mouth again, too stunned to speak.

Mattsun rubs at a spot of dried ketchup on the table, his face the colour of Makki’s hair.

“Like, I’ve been trying to for years, but you always ask if Makki’s coming too. And I thought I’d have more time to get you to like me like that, but you’re already going to parties you probably shouldn’t be at and, well, better shoot my shot now and get an honest reaction than just keep hoping, right?”

There are a million things you want to say, and a million more you want to ask.

But in a way, it all makes sense, looking back.

How he’s always called you princess, has always been the only one doing it.

The fact that he’s never missed a game of yours or had a really good excuse.

Makki always having an excuse to get you to pretend you’re Mattsun’s girlfriend.

Iwa might have been your first crush but you’d always been closer to Mattsun than any of them, even your brother.

You laugh at the absurdity of it, how you’ve been to blind to see it until you.

“Toruu would hate that.” You say and realize, just as you say it, that you don't care. "Sure. Let's go out."

You stretch your hand out to shake his, to press his absurdly large hand, and grin mischievously back at him.

“But let’s keep it a secret from him. Just for now. I want something just for the two of us.”

The smile that’s growing on his face now, slow at first, but faster by the second, is something you’ve never seen before. Something you want to see again and again and again.

"Makki knows," Mattsun tells you as you wait in line for the popcorn.

You'd been obsessing over what to wear for hours, even going as far as to text some of the girls from your high school Volleyball team.

"So you finally started caring?" One of them asked and you'd chewed on that thought up until the moment Mattsun knocked on your door, his hair messed up just the right amount, his cheeks a little pinker than usual.

"He's not going to tell Toruu or Iwa, is he?"

"Nah." Mattsun shakes his head and if his hand brushes yours on accident, it stays where it is, the warmth of his hand seeping into yours.

You kiss him in the middle of the movie, not caring for whatever is happening on the screen.

He tastes like the candies you used to share on your fake dates in High School and the hopeful thrill of the future.

"Hey, Princess." Mattsun's waiting outside the gym, his large hand enclosing yours as you step closer and he bends down to press a kiss to your lips. "Great game."

"Thanks, I know." You wave at the girls leaving, some of them waving back at you.

"You look tired." You tell Mattsun as he leads you down the street towards the bus station, your hands swinging between you.

"That internship is kicking my ass." He tells you, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. "And I still need to write that assignment I told you about."

"You haven't finished yet?"

"No." He yawns loudly. "But I took some notes while you were warming up."

"Babe." You stop in front of the subway entrance and look up at him. "I love that you come to all my games, but that assignment is more important."

He smiles. "I love when you get all serious."

"I love you."

Pink floods his cheeks at your words. You're surprised, that they slipped out just like that, but you're not taking them back, too sure of their truth.

"You know." He mumbles awkwardly, "I always thought you had a crush on Iwa. Makki was the one shipping the two of us."

“I did have a crush on him.” You agree, your hand pressing his to let him know there’s more coming. “When I was, I don’t know, seven years old?”

Mattsun’s face lights up with one of his cheekiest grins. “What? You were not into his biceps?”

“Nah. Turns out I’m more into idiots who tell me fun facts about embalming.”

His smile turns wicked. “Yeah? Guess what; I’ve got some you probably haven’t heard yet.”

It’s one of those mornings where not enough sleep does not mix well with trying to act human.

A phone rings somewhere on your left and you grab it, trying to silence the alarm without looking. Instead you hear the well known sound of a video call connecting.

Your brain isn’t as quick as the internet these days and you’re still blinking into the camera as Iwa blinks back, less tired but more confused.

“I thought I called Mattsun-” He starts at the same time reality introduces itself to your brain. You fling the phone through the room and it lands on the carpet next to the door, the call still connected.

You scramble out of bed, well aware now that you look like you’ve spent the night not sleeping - it’s the upcoming exams, you swear - wearing one of Mattsun’s old shirts.

Iwa’s still calling your name and you pick up the phone again, staring at him with as much determination as you can muster.

“No word to Toruu.”

He looks as tired as you’ve felt just minutes ago. “Sure. Sure. I don’t even wanna know. Can you bring Mattsun on the call?”

“Hey Princess,” Mattsun greets you when you stumble through the door of his shared apartment, bags of groceries in your hands.

“Hey.” You stand on your tiptoes to kiss him on the lips, handing half of the bags to him. “I got the new Ramen you like.”

“Get a room.” Makki groans from the kitchen table where he’s working on assignments.

“Sure.” You tell him, “But the walls aren’t soundproof.”

“Not fair.” He whines. “Why don’t I have a girlfriend?”

“No clue.” You tell him as you start unpacking. “Maybe it’s because you have no job?”

“An unflattering hairstyle?” Mattsun offers.

“Because you chew with your mouth open?”

“Because you always lose in Mario Kart?”

Makki huffs at that. “The disrespect I have to endure in my own home. Oh, Shittykawa is calling.” He picks up before you can tell him not to, leaving you to dive under the kitchen counter.

Mattsun is left standing next to you, hiding his laughter at your situation in his palm as he nudges you with his foot.

“I’m gonna bite you.” You tell him, showcasing your teeth.

“Sure, if that’s your kink.” Mattsun teases, only for Makki to yell “I told you to get a room!”

This time, however, Toruu hears it too.

“Who’re you talking to?”

“Eh. Mattsun’s girlfriend.”

“Mattsun has a girlfriend?” You can hear your brother’s voice clearly, the curiosity in his voice.

Just above your head, Mattsun wiggles his fingers, a silent sign for you to take his hand and get up, to let go of that secret. After all, everyone else already knows.

And what’s Toruu even gonna do? He’s all the way in Argentina.

That’s the thought that pushes you to grip his hand and shoot up from behind the kitchen counter, mischievous grin on your lips.

“You called?” You ask.

“Is that my sister?” Toruu’s voice reaches a height you’ve never heard before.

Makki looks at you, sees you nod and turns his laptop so that you and Mattsun are in full view.

“If you don’t like it, that’s your problem.” Your voice is calm but your heart still races.

“But I thought you liked Iwa.” Your brother just looks confused.

You laugh, wholeheartedly, mountains toppling off your chest. “Dude, you’re so bad at reading women, it’s no surprise you’re still chasing a ball.”

Toruu gapes at you. “The disrespect.” He calls out. “Mattsun! I thought you were my friend!”

“Nah.” Mattsun grins and pulls you closer. “I know which Oikawa I’m picking.”

“Makki?” Toruu asks, his pout even audible in his voice.

“Depends on if she’s cooking tonight,” Makki tells him. “I can be bought with good food.”

“You can cook yourself.” You tell him and he pulls a face.

“And I’m Shittykawa’s friend again.”

You listen to them talk on with only half an ear, distracted by the way Mattsun grins down at you.

“What?” You ask.

“Went better than expected?” He asks. You shrug. His grin grows.

“What?” You ask.

Instead of an answer, he leans down to kiss you. You step on your tiptoes in anticipation, meeting him halfway.

Somewhere behind you, you hear the sentence that has grown to be the soundtrack of your relationship, now spoken by two voices instead of one.

“Get a room!”

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datingdonovan · 5 days

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a/n: stfu I found yet another makki timestamp I never posted. guess I was like obsessed w makki during the era right before I stopped writing for hq *cough* you mean the era right before I got my tsukki bf and disappeared from Tumblr anyway if you haven't been following my tags & tales, my roomie is watching hq for the 1st time and it's causing me to want to possibly get back into writing for it, or at least post all the old stuff I wrote and never published. so anybody who's still in this fandom on here, come get your freakin FOOD!!!!!!

4:35 pm

Hanamaki Takahiro (27) is no longer between jobs. Well, actually, he’s sort of between being between jobs. Basically, he doesn’t think that scooping ice cream is a real use of his talents, but a friend of a friend landed him this gig, just until the summer’s over. Despite the fact that it sucks, he’s never been one to say no to cash. And there are some upsides. Namely, the fact that this kid around his age drops by every Thursday after they get off work. Hanamaki’s not saying he’s in love or anything. He just thinks you’re the most attractive person to ever order ice cream.

It’s been about a month since you started coming, which means he’s really only seen you a handful of times, but he doesn’t plan on forgetting you anytime soon. The way you sort of awkwardly fumble your cash out of your wallet, the absentminded look in your eye as you study the board of flavors, the fact that you say “No, thank YOU!” right back to his coworker when you tip way too much. He loves it. He loves the way you wait at the counter, swiveling around in your chair without a care in the world, just existing there in your own pleasant daydreams. He’s pretty sure you’re begging to be watched.

And he’s even more sure now that you’re here, for the fifth week in a row, and you’re glancing at him from your seat at the bar. He misses it the first time, so shocked at being caught staring that he doesn’t quite register that actually, you were looking at him, too. He can’t even remember who looked first. Had he even been staring? Or had he been casually looking your way when he noticed you looking at him? He decides it’s no use wondering, and as he serves another customer their sundae, leaning over the counter, he sneaks a glance at you. And you are watching, dammit. Your eyes aren’t on his, they’re in his hair, and running along his bicep, and then you look up, and he smirks, and this is definitely the best job ever. He turns back to his work, willing himself not to actually do a stupid fist pump. Instead, he busies himself with crossing the delivered order off the list in front of him, starting on the next bowl of ice cream.

He’s trying really hard to focus on delivering ice creams. He really is. But he keeps looking up at you, now, every time he comes to the counter. When you make eye contact again, he sees the smile creep onto your face, and he can’t help smiling too. And you keep smiling at him, each time he comes over, like looking at you was the right thing to do. Two cones, a cup, and a milkshake later, he licks his lips and flexes a little as he walks away, and he’s pretty damn sure he hears you snort. And his heart’s starting to beat fast, because you noticed. You’re watching him intently, even when he’s not watching you.

And then it hits him. You’ve been sitting there a really long time. Without ice cream. Whoops.

Right about that time, it seems like it hits you, too, because he watches you nonchalantly get up from your seat and walk over to the register, questioning the blonde man about where your cone might be. The guy walks over to Hanamaki and starts rifling through the order list, and sure enough, there’s your cone, line straight through the order. “You crossed it off like you already finished it, idiot!” The blonde laughs and knocks his arm against Hanamaki before coming back to you at the counter. “Sorry. He’s not the brightest.”

Your ice cream is ready faster than any of the ones you’ve seen come out before, and the blonde man watches with a laugh as Makki hands it to you. “I swear, I’m not new.”

“I know,” you say. And you don’t know what’s gotten into you, because you add, “They just keep you around cause you’re cute.” And you leave him standing there, mouth hanging open, and walk to sit at one of the tables outside.

It’s not five minutes before he sits down next to you. “Hey, pretty thing.”

You look over and roll your eyes, trying not to smile. “What, do you need something?”

“Nope. Just got off.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“If it means you’ll let me sit here with you while you eat your ice cream alone instead of forcing me to go back inside—“

“So dramatic.” You laugh.

It takes a minute for him to work up the courage to say it, but he eventually does. “You really think I’m cute?”

You shrug. “I was just messing around.”

“Well, don’t all good things start with messing around?” He swivels to face you and flashes you that lazy smile. And he definitely leaves with your number… even if he’s getting dragged away by Ukai.

#the stuff of cece #haikyuu timestamps #hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki x you #hanamaki x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #hanamaki x y/n #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu!!#hehehehe I love him #hq #this is based on something that genuinely happened to me. not the hitting on me part but the forgetting my ice cream part lol. was hilariou #anyway if you're a hq blog please please come find me and interact #so many of my old friends are gone inactive or even deactivated #but cece's back babey #ready to absolutely tear it up w the fictional scenarios about adorable men who treat me right :)#hahahahhaa #honestly tho like several of my old y/n timestamps came true (yeah ask me ab it!!!) so this can also be seen as manifesting hahaha #bonkkK!!!!!!!#get hype im back babes and I want to be shipped with hq men lol

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rintarousgirl · 10 months

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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.

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luvingtsumu · 4 months

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TODDLER!HAIKYUU BOYS that will be possesive over their favorite daycare caregiver.

His favorite game was when you pretended to be a princess and he was the brave and charming knight that saved you.

For his 3 year old brain, you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, you always made sure his milk was warm and that he had his favorite stuffed animal whenever he took a nap.

Every time he saw you with another child on your arms, he felt the absolute betrayal. Why would you take care of another kid that wasn't him!?

"No!" he whined as he hold onto your leg while you had in your arms a sleeping little boy "y/n mine!" he puffed out his cheeks as he intensely pulled your shirt trying to catch your attention back to him.

You found him adorable, but every day it was more difficult to keep him from pushing the other kids that got close to you, and you were sure his mommy didn't like you because he seemed to like you more than her; and it was always a problem when she came to pick him up, because he never wanted to leave their place in your arms.

—MIYA ATSUMU, MICHINARI AKAGI, RYUNOSUKE TANAKA, YUU NISHINOYA, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, HINATA SHOYO, LEV HAIBA, OIKAWA TOORU, TAKAHIRO HANAMAKI, KANJI KOGANEGAWA, BOKUTO KOTARO, SATORI TENDOU, GOSHIKI TSUTOMU, MOTOYA KOMORI.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #miya atsumu #akagi michinari #ryunosuke tsunashi #yuu nishinoya #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #lev haiba #oikawa tooru #takahiro hanamaki #kanji koganegawa #bokuto kotaro #satori tendou #goshiki tsutomu #motoya komori #hq x you #haikyuu oneshot

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haezen · 1 year

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how he apologizes

suna, makki

haikyuu!! genre: hurt/comfort

a/n: they’re so silly and i’m in love with them (heheehehahaha) if you guys like this, show it some love. (i love seeing you guys reblog with # ! i read them and they make my day!) maybe i’ll do sakusa and atsumu next :>

dedicated to my lovely best friend @nami66m !

HOW SAKUSA APOLOGIZES

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SUNA

Rintarou is unbearably stubborn.

He says things that he doesn’t mean and his words are venomous. When the two of you got into a fight over something that didn’t even really matter, you are shocked when he spits your biggest insecurity back in your face. He will never forget the pained expression that washed over your features and almost instantly, he regretted ever saying it in the first place.

You held your head up high, trying to ignore the lump forming in your throat and the tears threatening to spill, before heading out of your shared home. He could tell that you were heartbroken to hear something you told him in confidence thrown back in your face. He knew that he fucked up, but yet he stood there unmoving like a statue, too afraid to move a muscle or utter a word. As he watched you storm out, he told himself that he never wants to see you leave out that door, running away from him again.

He stood in that same spot for a while, frozen. Why did he say those things? What were you even fighting about in the first place? How can he fix this?

He doesn’t know what to do. Before, all he did was run from his problems and avoid people he wronged like the plague. He’d ignored their texts and calls. He’d act like he wasn’t home when they’d knock on his door, begging for an explanation on why he went ghost. He’d even act like he didn’t know them when seeing them in public.

Rintarou doesn’t know how to admit he’s wrong because he believes that if he admits it, then you’ll find somebody better. You deserve somebody who wouldn’t hurt you in the first place: someone who acknowledges their faults and overcomes them with humility. And he has never done that — he doesn’t know how to.

So as he sits on the couch with his head in his hands and unbecoming tears streaming down his face, he decides that he needs to drive to the only person he can trust to ask for advice: Osamu.

You finally come home at midnight. Your cheeks and nose are red and he instantly realizes you’ve been walking out in the cold.

But when you open the door, you’re greeted by the warmth of the fireplace, candles lit everywhere you look, and Rintarou standing right in the kitchen like he’d been waiting there for hours. He offers you an uneasy smile, one that doesn’t reach his eyes. He smiles like he’s unsure of what to say or what your reaction will be.

Deep down, he wants to run and hide like he usually would. He’s afraid that you will leave him first because you’ve seen how ugly he can be.

He gestures to the kitchen island, and you see he’s made you your favorite food. It’s not perfect and the display looks awful, but the hopeful look in his eyes is begging for your acceptance and validation. You know he’s never done anything like this before.

The gesture makes you want to cry all over again, but you’re hesitant to forgive him so easily. When he’s met with silence, he continues.

“I made it all myself.” He explains, “But...I had to ask Osamu for help because I didn’t know where to start.” He admits, voice a little lower than before.

You step into the kitchen to take it all in — the kitchen is a mess, the sink full of dishes and it looks like he spilled something all over the stove. But you know he’s trying, in his own stupid way, to make it up to you.

He approaches you carefully, scared that you’ll storm out again. To his surprise, you await his embrace. He wraps his arms around you while you hesitantly wrap yours around him.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers for the first time, “I didn’t mean what I said.”

You think he might be crying.

“I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.”

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MAKKI

He hates to think that he could’ve done something wrong in the first place.

Because it was only a joke.

You had invited your family over for dinner. While all of you are having a good time and getting along for once, Makki decides to make a joke in an attempt to make your family like him. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the time or the place for this particular joke — it’s inappropriate and borderline offensive, especially to you. You, most out of everyone, are appalled and shocked that he’d even bring something like that up. It makes everyone stiff and the aura is suddenly uncomfortable; the air is stuffy and no one knows what to say in response. You excused yourself from the table, dragging Makki outside to the balcony by his ear. He groaned in complaint and once you left the table, everyone shared knowing looks. By the time the both of you returned inside, everyone had already finished their food and was ready to leave, eager to leave the tense atmosphere. You were beyond embarrassed and disappointed that the night had gone awry.

You pointedly ignored him for the rest of the night because you decided that you were too upset to fight. You cleaned up by yourself despite Makki’s protests to let him help you. You shouldered him off and he didn’t know what to do. He was starting to get frustrated, but he knew not to say anything in retort.

Unfortunately, like most men, Makki has his pride. But, he realizes that he would much rather admit he’d done something to upset you rather than sit, brood, and refuse to apologize. Of course, since it is Makki, he has to put a fun and exciting twist to it.

He’ll usually give you your space for a few hours, acting like he is oblivious to the silent treatment you always give him when you’re upset. He looks past all the harsh glares you throw his way and he ignores the scoffs you make when he walks past you in your shared apartment. He even gives you a flippant, ‘bye!’ when you leave to get some fresh air because the tension is so thick that the both of you feel like you’re going to suffocate.

While you��re gone, he scrambles to get things ready as he prepares to build a blanket fort for the both of you. It might be childish, but the two of you have never been afraid to indulge in ‘kiddie’ activities. And he knows how much you love to watch movies together. He even makes the quickest trip to the convenience store in his life – rushing to get you your favorite snacks and drink.

He barely makes it home before you return. He's putting the final touches when he hears you unlocking the door.

As he whips around, you walk in and your eyes go wide.

“What’s this?” You question, eyeing his guilty expression.

“I’m sorry.” Is all he says.

You scoff for probably the hundredth time today. As you unlace your shoes and shrug your coat off your shoulders, you hear him messing around with the television. Your heart is racing as you try to decide if you’re still upset at him.

“Do you know how uncomfortable you made everyone? You’re so–”

“I shouldn’t have made such a stupid joke.”

“You think?”

You fail to realize that your boyfriend has closed the distance between you two. He sweeps you off your feet, strong arms picking you up to hold you bridal style.

“Hey!” You scream.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs with a soft smile, before he playfully throws you inside the fort, your back hitting an array of pillows. You squeal in response and he is quick to follow you inside. You look around and he’s put a lot of effort in – he even used the bar stools so that you’d have more room. He sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulls you to his side.

“Please forgive me.” He whispers into your ear, kissing all over your face and neck as you protest.

“‘Hiro!” You laugh, trying to fight him off but it’s fruitless. You enjoy his proximity and even, you recognize the fact that he’s doing his best to cheer you up.

You can’t help the giggle that bubbles up from your throat as he restlessly starts attacking you with his affection.

Then, you forget why you were even mad in the first place.

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sutaro-min · 9 months

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[10:15 pm]

game over. game over. game over.

Matsukawa Issei stares, dead eyed, at the screen in front of him as a deep and guttural wave of despair sinks into his gut.

"idiot!" issei winces and pulls his headphones slightly away from his head as makki's voice blares out at full volume. "we could have won that round if you just listened to me!"

issei leans back and crosses his arms over his face. "that loss was all you man. I was the one actually being good at the game."

"no way you're delusional like that..." Issei stretches with a yawn, tuning out makki's usual post-game rant, when a pair of arms slide over his shoulders and gently wraps around his neck. he looks up to meet your eyes that peek out from behind his obnoxiously pink gaming chair.

"hey," you say and lean forward to rest your chin on his shoulder. "lost the game?"

"yeeaah, but maybe if I get a kiss I'll win the next round?" smirking, issei reaches up to draw his fingers through your hair. he settles his hand down on the back of your neck, and you roll your eyes as he gently pulls you closer to him. your lips are mere centimeters apart, and a gleeful issei closes his eyes to get his well deserved incentive.

"issei, is that a girl?!!?"

issei jerks his hand in surprise and accidentally knocks your heads together. "ow." you mutter. your hand goes up to feel the now tender red spot growing in the center of your forehead. in a huff you untangle issei's hand from your hair before moving toward his bed where all your study books have been strewn about.

an indignant issei, also rubbing his head, pulls his headphones back on.

"yes, makki, that was a girl." he rolls his eyes.

"no way. Matsukawa Issei actually has a REAL girl in his room?" Makki laughs. "the boys are gonna go crazy."

issei rolles his eyes. again.

"so who is it?" issei could just imagine makki leaning forward in his chair, eagerly waiting for the chance to embarrass issei in their "seijoh boys" group chat. issei refuses give makki that satisfaction.

he grins. "your sister."

makki goes dead silent.

"hello? you there makki?"

through his headphones, issei hears makki breathing in and letting a steady breath out. "yeah right issei. be serious--who is it?"

"mm, i'm pretty serious about this." issei glances over toward where you are by his bed, putting your textbooks back into your backpack. he furrows his brows and frowns when you stand up to swing your backpack over your shoulder.

"just because you go to the same university as my baby sister does NOT give you the authority to be making jokes like this--"

"hold on man, I gotta deafen for a sec."

"wait what? come on, just give me some serious answe--."

issei clicks the deafen button on his chatting client, effectively shutting up his best friend, and swivels his chair around to fully face you.

"what did makki say?" you ask. issei stands up and walks toward you.

"he didn't believe me when I told him his sister was here." he shrugs.

you hit him gently on his shoulder. "don't tease my brother like that. he was always more weakhearted between the two of us."

Issei spreads his hands out in front of him. "hey, I was only telling him the truth." you shake your head, laughing.

issei tilts his head to one side, then pulls you into his chest. "you leaving?"

you sigh and push your face closer into his shirt. "yeah I should head out before it gets even later. I have an early class tomorrow so..."

issei sighs, resting his chin on your head, when he suddenly pushes back and looks down at you--mischief twinkling in his eyes. He quickly slides his hands into yours, and pulls you back toward his desk. Issei sits down in his chair and nestles your legs in-between his own. due his sheer abundance of height, even sitting the two of you are still almost eye level. "how about this:"

you raise a brow.

"if I win this next game," he continues, "we have a sleepover."

you let out a full laugh this time. "oh man, you are funny huh?"

"hey," issei wines "I'm serious!"

you smile, and your eyes catch on a stray hair that rests against issei's forehead. you reach to brush it back, but issei grabs your hand before you can and intertwines his fingers with yours. "hm? whaddya say?"

you look at him. his eyes give the barest hints of "puppy dog" while still maintaining that cool "I don't care what you decide" smirk. but what melts your reserve is the slight tinge of pink that not-so-subtly creeps up his ears.

"fine," you give an exaggerated sigh, "i'll stay, but only if you win the next round."

issei grins and swivels around toward his setup. He un-deafens in the chatting client and pulls his headphones on again. "hey man you there? I'm back."

"Finally! where have you been?" makki exclaims in neglect. "I've been waiting for the past, like, 15 minutes now."

"sorry man, had to talk to my girl for a sec." issei quickly clicks around the screen to get his character ready, "down for one more round?"

"you know I am, but hold up for sec because 'your girl'?? c'mon man don't bs and just tell me who you have over. i am your best friend you can trust me!”

issei wordlessly turns his mic up to you in response, his eyes never leaving his screen. you lean forward closer to the mic. "issei wasn't lying," you say.

makki falls silent again.

"ready to start the game?" issei's mouse hovers over the Start Game button.

"_____???? WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING?" Makki shouts. "I'M BOOKING A TICKET TO TOKYO RIGHT NOW AND YOU BETTER BE--"

"okaay, starting!" issei gleams as he once again effectively shuts up his best friend, or (also more accurately) shuts up your brother, and clicks Start Game.

[ an: oop that was longer than i thought it would be so i did not read this through again. just brain rot]

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