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something that's been on my mind lately has been idol!seijoh 4.....specifically idol!mattsun...no im not biased

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mattsun's the kind of boyfriend that calls u pretty to calm u down (doesn't matter if he's the one that made you mad or if anyone else did he is your diffuser no matter what)

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y/n : atsumu, you idiot!

atsumu : i'm sure you're right but why?

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y/n : atsumu, you idiot!

atsumu : i'm sure you're right but why?

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happy new year pretty bbys!!! new years resolution is to finally posts the fics in my drafts ive been holding out for a while hehe

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selfship qotw: what did your fav get you for christmas? ☃️🤍

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Photoshop

Pairing: Matsukawa Issei x Hanamaki!Reader Word Count: 1.1k Genre: fluff mostly <3 Preview: Takahiro had marked you and Issei as "off limits" to each other… unfortunately, neither of you really were good at listening to directions.

You had one person that your brother marked as “off limits.” One boy that you weren’t allowed to set your eyes on in that way. One person who you couldn’t touch.

Matsukawa Issei had one person his best friend marked as “off limits”. One girl that he wasn’t even allowed to give a second glance to. One person he had to ignore.

Unfortunately for Takahiro… neither of you really were ever good at listening to directions.

You giggled as hands grabbed your waist, tucking you into the familiar chest as you were dragged behind the wall you were passing.

You had tried, you really had, to stay away from each other. For years, you were sure. Eyes stealing glances at each other from across the room. When your brother’s back was turned.

“I missed you.” Issei whispered in your ear over your giggles as he pulled back just enough to drop his lips down to yours.

You had tried to distract yourself with a cycle of boys, dates that you only half wanted to go on with people you only half liked. Which was actually, how you’d wound up here, kissing Issei in secret behind a wall in public, out of sight from anyone who could possibly know you.

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It had been one of those dates. One of the ones you only half wanted to go on. One that ended about as well as you’d assumed it would. You’d snuck off to the bathroom to call Takahiro for a rescue about 20 minutes into the dinner. The boy’s comments and leering eyes had you shifting in your seat uncomfortably as you waited for your brother to come through the front door of the restaurant.

Surprisingly though, it wasn’t your brother who came through. Issei had come barging in in a frenzy, swinging his arms in faux anger, snapping at the boy across from you and pretending to be your jilted lover as he hauled you out of your seat. You could barely stop yourself from giggling as you followed him out.

You were both laughing, hysterically as he tossed you the spare helmet to his bike and helped you on behind him. Your knight in black leather, you’d called him. And he’d smirked and called you a motorcycle princess. It was a stupid joke you’d passed and laughed as you clung to him while he drove you home.

You’d showed up at your house only to find Takahiro still gone. Issei had meant to come in only to wait for your brother, only to wait for him. But when you’d leaned over the back of the couch to hand him a soda, you’d caught his lingering eyes and taken your chance.

Kissing him for the first time had stolen your breath, set off fireworks behind your eyelids. And there was no going back. The two of you had kissed, sloppily and desperately, right up until the moment you heard Takahiro’s keys in the front door of the house. You’d ducked out to your room before your brother could catch you doing the one thing he’d told you not to.

You hadn’t had the guts to tell him. The one single thing that your brother had asked you and his best friend to not do. Both of you snuck kisses in the kitchen during their game nights. You’d snuck him into your room countless times. Snuck out to see him. Slipped to the next town over to have dates. Lied relentlessly to your brother.

You wanted to feel guilty. You did, sometimes, feel guilty that is. But it was like all of that dissipated the second that his lips touched yours.

Your hands gripped onto his jacket as his arm snaked around your waist, lifting you onto your toes to kiss him easier. “I miss you.” He chuckled against your lips.

“You saw me this morning when you dropped those papers off to Takahiro.” You teased, scrunching your nose up at him as you pulled back.

His eyes twinkled as he looked down at you, biting at his lip as he raked his gaze over your face. “Yeah, but I didn’t get to kiss you this morning.”

You couldn’t help the blush that crept onto your cheeks, heat flexing across your skin as you leaned into him more. You wished, for your brother’s sake, that you didn’t want so desperately to be around Issei all of the time. You wished that you didn’t need to be around him all the time. But you did. You wanted him around you always. It was like he was the air in your lungs.

You’d tried to ignore it. To tell yourself you were dramatic. And then Issei had mused the same feelings back to you. The blood in his veins. That’s what he’d called you. Whispered against your skin as he confessed that he’d loved you for years. That he didn’t think he could hold it in anymore.

It was exhilarating, running around, sneaking around together, kissing behind buildings and on side streets. It was bitten lips and crappy excuses to explain away lost time and the tiny bruises flowering across the skin of your necks. It was-

“Y/n?” Your head snapped up, flipping around to the sound of the voice. “Mattsun?”

“Oh fuck.” You mumbled, eyes locking onto the floppy brown curls of the biggest mouth you both knew.

“Oikawa!” You called, but he had already turned and started off. “Oikawa!” You groaned and detangled yourself from Issei, and took off after the boy. Oikawa was too far gone, way faster than you could go, sighing and panting in exasperation by the time you reached his original spot.

“Well.” Issei sighed, catching up to you, hand running through his hair in nervousness. “Guess the secret is up?” You looked at Issei in disbelief. “What?” He threw his hands up in defense. “He’s def going straight to the group chat with that photo.”

“Photo!?” You shrieked, horror crossing your face as you processed what was about to happen.

As if on queue, Issei’s phone buzzed once. Twice. Four more times. You winced as your phone rang, Takahiro’s face appearing on your screen in the form of his contact photo.

“He-hey bro.” You squeaked out as you answered the call. The other end was silent. “Hiro?” You questioned through the phone. Still silence. “Takahiro?”

Issei’s fingers fumbled with his phone and you looked at him confused as he put the phone to his ear. “Makki?” You heard Issei’s voice echo through your phone and winced.

“Fucking tell me Oikawa learned how to fucking photoshop.”

a/n: idkkkk i just wanted the thoughts out of my head sorry its so bleh but i might write more for this later <3

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ALL OF THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE. ( BUT I LOVE YOU MORE. )

✧. ┊ every dead end street, led you straight to me.

╰┈➤ — haikyu!! men / fem!reader

because sometimes you just need a little reminder. ♡

you can’t help but wonder sometimes of your boyfriend’s past lovers. you’re not his first partner, yet he’s your first boyfriend. your mind can’t help but speculate about how he treated those before you, did he treat them the way he treats you now?

did he call them the same cute nicknames he calls you, cook their favourite foods when they’re hungry at 2:37 AM, cuddle them on the couch during a cold winter’s night?

he doesn’t mind telling you about his exes if you ask, though he prefers to keep discussions to a minimum since he feels it’s disrespectful to gush about a past lover to his current. he doesn’t keep past mementos of them, nor recall memories with them unless you inquire first.

people expect you to be jealous when they find out about his many previous partners. “their boyfriend knows how to treat a girl right because of all his past lovers” they’d gossip right infront of you, “he’s a womanizer for sure.”

they try to rile you up, create a rift between the two of you so they can have him for himself. as much as you can’t help but wonder about how he treated his past girlfriends, what about other women in his life?

his mother who raised him with good morals, manners and a kind heart, teaching him how to treat a woman right. his aunts who he would run to for advice on what gifts to give on a date, ensuring he always had enough money to pay the bill afterwards. his favourite older cousins he ranted to about how much he loved his girlfriend, who would yell at him whenever he screwed up big time.

maybe things would’ve been different for the two of you if you had met him earlier, had been his first. but you fell for the man you met when you did, and you’re happy about it.

you look down at your sleeping boyfriend in your lap, the both of you tucked under a thick blanket as he peacefully sleeps, face relaxed and a comforting smile.

any hint of jealously or uneasiness in the stability of your relationship fizzles out as soon as you gaze at his sleeping figure and think about how the women in his life have shaped him for the better, whether romantic or not. he’s become the man you met and fell in love with because of them. and for that you are grateful, because your boyfriend is the most wonderful man you could’ve imagined being with. someone who knows how to treat you right because of his past experience with other women.

every women he’s met has led him to you, and you’re happy you get to call him your first, even if you’re not his.

your hand instinctively reaches for his hair, running through it gently before caressing his face delicately, analyzing his beautiful features.

he’s perfect in your eyes.

did he feel the same way about his other girlfriends the way you feel for him?

your boyfriend stirs awake as you pull your hand away, startled you had woken him up. “i’m sorry,” you apologize quietly, “go back to sleep.”

“no, ‘s okay,” he mumbles sleepily, blinking the tiredness out of his eyes and lifting his head to meet your eyes. you blink at him in confusion for a moment before he pulls your face in slowly for a lazy, sleep fueled kiss.

it’s surprising at first but sweet and romantic. a hand on your cheek, he turns his head to deepen it further as you both melt into the kiss, his other hand on your waist and yours clutching his sweater.

his attention never strays while kissing you, tuning out everything else as a potential distraction from you. he makes you feel like the only person in the world, the most precious time to him is time spent with you.

your cheeks are warm when you both pull away for air afterwards, “what was that for?” you ask him, flustured at the sudden and unexpected kiss. your heart flutters just as it did when you first started dating him, he lays his head on your chest and laughs at your reaction when you tense up but hug his head close to your heart.

“because i love you.”

he enjoys the way you stutter while trying to come up with a response, before giving in and resting your head atop his, whispering softly for only him to hear.

“but i love you more.”

people say you never forget your first love. that everyone after them will never compare.

but to him, it doesn’t matter that you’re not his first because you are his last. he’s found the one for him, always and forever.

ATSUMU, OSAMU, goshiki, BOKUTO, HINATA, kageyama, aran, KITA, daichi, sugawara, semi, OIKAWA, kai, yamagata, IWAIZUMI, kuroo, hirugami, komori, AKAASHI, yaku, inuoka, akagi, lev.

© TOKIYOVIE 2023 - please do not repost, copy or edit my works.

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been watching a lot of allmin vids which simultaneously gave me inspo for more reader fics

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hi PLEASE imagine your f/o with a little puppy/kitten. Think abt how they’d pick it up and hold it. The little soft voice they’d use to talk to it. Them giving it a little kiss on the head, maybe. Now explode with fluff

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boyfriend! akaashi is the type to put his hand on the table corner when you bend down to get something

boyfriend! akaashi the type to say yes ma’am with a small smirk

boyfriend! akaashi is the type to hug you in public if you’re crying so no one can see

boyfriend! akaashi is the type to move the umbrella more on your side when he notices a few drops on your shoulder

boyfriend! akaashi is the type to hold eye contact with you. whenever. wherever.

boyfriend! akaashi is the type to be respectfully possessive and jealous, watching you from a distance and only intervening when you give him the look

boyfriend! akaashi is the type to buy you that bouquet of flowers you spent looking at for a second longer than the others

boyfriend! akaashi is helpful smart not mean smart, always taking time to explain things to you or offer suggestions. but only when he knows you want it

boyfriend! akaashi who puts his hand on your thigh while driving

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imagine your f/o being the one to fall first. imagine them being lovesick over YOU! every conversation ends on the subject of you with them, and they find ways to see you as much as they can.

proship/comship dni

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can you believe mattsun's biggest concern was that the uniform didn't suit him just look at him he looks like a whole ass snack

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a girl from my college club asks me to come up with a logo due tomorrow ???? so i ask her to send me an example and she never answered like ??? bro u told me literally at 7pm and expect me to send it tomorrow without any base or what u want istg

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hehe i love my new header

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too pretty!

featuring : matsukawa issei the loml <3

notes : you're jealous your bf is too pretty

you're aware that your friends are very attractive. 

oikawa's somewhat charming personality easily grabs a girl's attention, iwaizumi's buff figure immediately turns heads whenever he enters a room and makki had this boyish ruggish look that somewhat looks cute to some people. it's normal seeing them being hit on by girls and sometimes it's like a form of entertainment for you.

but your boyfriend on the other hand, now this is new.

you've been together since high school. you've always found issei attractive. he's not a smooth talker like oikawa, but his attentiveness and response when you talk to him makes you feel seen and heard. he doesn't seem as built as iwaizumi at first glance, but underneath those baggy clothes hid something you're glad only you can see and touch. he's not as easy going as makki, but the way he spontaneously shows up at your house at 3 in the morning when you're upset tells you maybe he's easy going when it comes to you. 

so falling in love with him was inevitable because all the things he does with you and only you are attractive. 

but you're not the only one who thinks that anymore. 

see, after your boyfriend figured out his own style that weren't baggy clothes and instead fitted his physique and also found a way to style his usual mess of a bedhead into luscious curls, he suddenly became attractive to everyone around him. 

and it pissed you off. he was always attractive without the sudden change but now its like that's all people see. 

like when you visited oikawa and iwaizumi at the gym and the manager shamelessly flirted with issei the moment you left to greet them. or when you visited makki with him at the cafe he worked at and makki's coworker only paid attention to issei and completely ignored you. or when you were out grocery shopping and left issei for five minutes only to come back to a girl who had the audacity to ask if he was single.

so yeah you're pissed off. and there's only one logical way to fix this.

"what are you doing?" issei asks as you settle down on his lap and ruffle his already done up hair. "baby, i just fixed it."

"i know. i'm ruining it." 

instead of being mad his hair is being messy, he raises an eyebrow instead. "but then we're gonna be late."

"you'll go out like this then." 

he has this amused smile now. "okay, what's up with you?"

"nothing." you said, somewhat proud of your work. "just fixing you up."

"this is the opposite of fixing me up, babe." he took your hands and plants kisses across your palms, then he rests his own hands on your hips. "why are you making me look like i just made out with you? there are other ways to achieve that." 

in another situation you would cave in but you had a mission. "you're too good looking. i'm trynna make you look less good looking."

this time, he laughs. "gee thanks babe. i appreciate the compliment." 

"i'm serious." you pout, though issei just keeps on laughing. "you're too pretty and girls are swooning all over you and you don't even do anything about it."

"whoa what," he stops, eyes locking onto yours. "who's swooning over who now?"

"everyone is all over you. can't you tell?" you huff when you realize his bed head makes him look even more attractive. damn it.

"honestly no." he says simply. "and you're…jealous?"

"i'm not jealous. i'm pissed. there's a difference."

"pretty sure they're the same thing, babe."

you squish his cheeks, framing his face with your hands. "stop being so pretty."

he chuckles and brings his hands up to cover yours. "this is really bothering you, huh?"

"maybe just a tad bit."

"you know i only got eyes on you, right?" he takes your hands off and leans in so you both are nose to nose.

"i've been told so once or twice."

"once or twice?"

"maybe hundreds of times but who's counting."

"and you know im stuck with you forever, right?"

"mhm," you indulge him by wrapping your arms around him, "you better be."

"so there's no reason for you to get all jealous." he says, eyebrows raising up as if an idea popped into his head. "what if you just kiss me if that happens?"

"like stake my claim? what are we, animals?" 

"i mean that's what i've been doing when guys hit on you."

"it is? wait, back up, when has that happened?"

"you're delusional if you think guys don't hit on you."

"they don't!"

"yeah well they don't get the chance to do it properly because my radar is just too good."

"oh my god, you're serious."

"deadass. and lemme tell you, it always works." he says proudly. "i get to turn you into mush and also send a warning to other guys. win-win situation."

"i do not turn to mush."

"really now?" he wiggles his eyebrows. "want a reminder?"

you think you've indulged him quite enough so you flick his forehead instead. he winces. good.

"so you don't mind?" you said, narrowing your eyes playfully. "you don't mind me staking my claim on you next time it happens?

"baby, please, I encourage it." he says, almost too quickly.

you giggle, feeling some sort of satisfaction that your boyfriend is all on board with you staking your claim in front of people. it should make you feel shy or embarrassed but it kind of makes you feel giddy instead. but he doesn't need to know that yet.

tempted to do a pt2 but it's just me reader making out w issei