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jasscheeks · 2 years

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bully ; suna rintarou

pairings: suna x f!reader

suna rintarou is a menace.

it's common knowledge amongst the students of inarizaki high, and suna is always making sure you know just how much he loves teasing you. especially when it comes to being behind closed doors, away from prying eyes. and by closed doors, he means smooshed against him in a cramped locker.

warning: kind of spicyyy but still very fluffy, probably the longest thing i’ll post here, 3 part series!

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brooding hazel eyes, soft dark hair, and the smell of his oh-so-sweet cologne. hands placed on his chest, feeling his unexpectedly muscular build underneath your fingers making your heart pound against your chest. you wondered if he could hear it, hear the way he made you go crazy just by being close to him. maybe he could also feel just how warm you were flushed against his body with his arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the warmth becoming unbearable for you to take as you squirmed.

pushing your back against the locker wall behind you, hoping to get some distance from the two of you. even if it was futile you had to try. but when you felt that piercing gaze on you, you froze in your spot, hands splayed over the cold wall behind you. "it would help if you cling to me a bit more," he spoke, that voice of his making you think back to how you got here in the first place. just how did you end up trapped in a locker with suna rintarou on a friday afternoon.

if it weren't for atsumu pestering you over becoming the volleyball club's manager. no matter how many times you denied he just came back stronger, towing around his twin brother who seemed the least bit interested in whatever was going on. so when you finally decided to march your way towards the gym after school, atsumu was running towards you, that smile he put on when he was excited written all over his stupid face.

little did he know that the gym was the last place you wanted to be. you knew just who was in the volleyball club, and he was just the person you were actively trying to avoid. you couldn't miss those piercing hazel eyes that followed you throughout the gym. it seemed like he wanted to walk up to you and strike up a conversation, but knowing him he'd never do it. he'd lead you on to walk up to him first, egging you on all practice. you knew his game all too well, considering you'd played it before.

no matter how much atsumu was talking in your face, you couldn't shake the feeling of suna's eyes staring right through you. but even if you looked in his direction he made it seem as if he was never staring at all, completely diverting his attention to something else. he knew just how to drive a girl crazy, especially you. he knew your tune, and how to strum it just right. after all it was like you were the only girl he was truly interested in pestering.

"so what finally made you change your mind?" atsumu's voice snapped you out of your daze, "realized you get to see me every day, hm?" you refocused on atsumu staring at you as he leaned on the wall in front of you, that lazy smile he wore every single day back on his face. oh, what you would give to wipe it off.

you rolled your eyes, continuing to sign the paperwork' the captain—you knew to be "mr. no gaps" shinsuke from atsumu—had given you to fill out. "in your dreams, tsumu. i just realized i don't have anything better to do," scoffing, you didn't see that fond look atsumu was giving you. the way his eyes sparkled when you turned his advances down when you pushed him away rejecting his hugs and wandering hands. god, he loved a girl who didn't want him.

but even if he was so blatantly obvious about his feelings for you, it seemed like everyone knew except you. with good reason, of course. your attention wasn't on atsumu, never has been and never will be. you'd always had your eye on the middle blocker. you didn't want to admit it to yourself but you knew how much you liked the attention he gave you, even if it wasn't often. you guessed that's what made it so special. he wasn't giving out his affection for free, you had to work for it, and that's what made him all the more intriguing.

throughout their practice, he played this game with you. though you swore you could feel his eyes on you, looking at him it seemed like you were just imagining things as he was always looking in the other direction. he'd purposely kick volleyballs in your direction giving him a reason to go shag the ball. and when he did he made sure to look you directly in the eyes, almost like he was sending you some message just by using his eyes.

suna never said a word to you, only gazed in your direction.

he kept this act up all throughout practice making sure not to do it too often so he wouldn't draw attention to just what he was doing. even when the rest of the team huddled around you after practice, asking you questions and welcoming you to the team, he had the most uninterested look on his face the entire time.

"so what made you want to be a manager, (y/n)-chan?" akagi sauntered up, taking a seat next to you. he peered over your shoulder getting a quick glimpse at the next set of papers you had to fill out in your hands.

you jumped a bit at the sound of his voice, you were so focused on reading through the fine print you didn't even notice him getting closer. "oh, uh...i guess i just wanted to try something new," you shrugged flashing a friendly grin in his direction.

"that reminds me, atsumu was going on about bringing someone along with him to be our manager and here you are!" he beamed, making your palms sweat just a bit. "he talks about you so cheerfully, i'm guessing you two are close, huh?" so, he was talking about you huh? you could only imagine the type of stuff he was telling the rest of them.

you let out a chuckle, it was most definitely forced but akagi couldn't tell the difference. "ah, is that so? yeah, we are a little, i've known him and osamu since middle school," and he hadn't changed from his middle school self. it seemed he kept the same personality and just got a little bigger. and the more he aged the bigger douchebag he became. although, he was a pesky brother to you in your eyes.

as soon as akagi opened his mouth to say one more thing, someone else called your name, their tone being all too familiar. the way your name rolled off their tongue so sharp but lazy at the same time sent a shiver down your spine. turning around, there he was, deadpan stare and all. he stared into your eyes like he hadn't been secretly pestering you the entire practice, innocent in a way.

"kita-san wants me to show you the girl's locker room," he told you, as he stopped in his tracks, keeping a good 6 feet between the two of you. knowing him it was probably a diversion just so he could be alone with you. he always found a way to get some alone time with you, and honestly it wasn't like you completely hated it.

you hesitated just a bit before gathering your things and standing up, you bowed towards akagi once, flashing a smile towards him. "it was nice talking to you akagi-san, i'll see you later?" you beamed, making sure he nodded or at least answered back before trying to catch up to an already leaving suna.

he was polite enough to keep the door open for you, he wasn't a complete asshole for all you knew. he backed up just a bit, letting you observe the room. you walking through the isles and absentmindedly brushed your fingers over the vents on the grey lockers. they were quite tall to be exact, taller than you to be sure.

glancing back at the boy behind you, those eyes now having this dark look to them. he stared at you as if he hasn't eaten in weeks, all while having his back propped up against the grey lockers behind him his hands tucked into his practice jerseys pockets. with his head tilted down like that, eyes staring into your anatomy, you could've sworn you felt something flutter in your stomach.

but you brushed it off, quickly coughing into your elbow. "i can just pick whichever one i want?" you asked making him tilt his head up to stare you down once again.

he shrugged, "i guess so, shinsuke or one of the coaches can get you the combination," he answered, pushing himself off of the lockers, getting closer and closer to you. he stopped a few lockers across from the one you picked, the only thing being between you two was the wooden bench that split the two rows of lockers.

trying to get your mind off of the way his gaze burned holes into the side of your face, you tried opening the locker in front of you. to your luck, it opened making a clicking sound as it did. the inside was quite spacious as you thought considering how tall the lockers were. you found a handle on the inside, almost like you could open them from inside of the locker. who would go inside of a locker anyways?

taking this time to examine your new locker, you decided to spark up a conversation between you two, the silence becoming a little too loud for you to bear.

"so...how are you rintarou-san?" you addressed him in a way you never would. just hearing that made him grimace at the sound. he could remember when you used to call him by his cheesy nicknames, and no matter how much he teased you for it he would much rather prefer those over this formal shit.

he scoffed, making you turn to finally look at him. "you've been ignoring me," you froze in your spot, eyes hooked on his. his lips sat in a straight line, no smile on them telling you that he was just playing with you. he knows. "why didn't you tell me you were signing up to be our manager?"

he knows how you've been ducking at every corner and weaving through every hallway, just to have some distance between the two of you. you thought he wouldn't notice, but even as the days went by you began to miss his company. it would be weird if he hadn't noticed that the person he talks to the majority of the day disappeared.

so instead of being around suna, atsumu occupied your time. he dragged you around every which way, and eventually, you became friends with the twins, closer friends than you had been before. shaking your head, you stalled, "no? i've just been, uh, hanging out with the miya's..." you stuttered, hoping he would at least believe you. "atsumu's the one who wanted me to sign up," in your defense it wasn't a lie, not completely, of course.

"you do know that he has a crush on you?" hearing that made your body go numb. turning towards him, you showed him this look of pure disbelief, to which he shook his head a sad smile growing on his face. "of all people, i thought you would've known."

an image of the blonde boy who always seemed to know where you were to annoy you. "h-he, he told you that?" you held onto the door of the locker you stood in front of, wanting so bad to just shrink into the depths of it and never come out.

suna sauntered towards your frame that was halfway into the locker behind you. he leaned on the door next to you, eyes never once leaving yours. "he didn't need to tell me, i see it every day," he shrugged. he then leaned his head on the locker, his hair smooshed against it. "ever took a moment to watch how he stared at you? he's head over heels in love, babe."

you shook your head at him, refuting the fact that atsumu, the boy you thought of as a brother, had a crush on you. "how could you know? he could just be acting friendly..." you looked away, eyes fixed on the bench in front of you.

it grew quiet in the room, not even the hum of the ventilation stuck around for that awkward feeling in the air. you half expected him to reply with some snarky comment, just something that could only fall from suna's mouth. but he was dead silent, no sigh or even a little huff of his breath.

you could see him scratch his cheek with his index finger out the corner of your eye, "don't make me spell it out for you," you glanced back into those eyes of his, only to see him already looking at you. "when i've liked someone for years i'm sure i can tell," he crossed his arms, gaze boring into yours.

it didn't take much to know that the someone he was talking about was you. it was so clear, even without the confession he gave you, he was crushing on you big time. maybe that's why you avoided him for so long, but it couldn't have been the only reason. hearing him say those three words set a fire in your heart, and you had no idea how to react to it.

you could remember every single part of that day. his hands holding you tight against his body, lips crashing onto each other. he was sure you liked him back just by your reaction to him kissing you, but he guessed he was wrong after you started dodging him every single time he tried talking to you.

he leaned in, a hand coming up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. "i’ll wait, (y/n)," you watched as his hand slowly slipped behind your neck, pulling you in closer. his eyes flickered towards your lips, "as long as it takes..."

you didn't stop him, you knew how much you wanted him to kiss you even if you would never admit it. but you couldn't just ignore the way he made your heart pound in your chest, how he made you feel warm all throughout your body. it was something no one else could do but him. you shook your head, slightly, “i can't answer you, not right now. i just need to think—," there it was, that other hand pulling you in from your waist. those hands that were pulling on your clothes just weeks ago, now gentle and calm.

he stared into your eyes, his other hand coming down to hold onto your waist. "i know, i know" he whispered into your ear, breath tickling your skin. "i’m fine waiting for your answer,"

"rin, you're, you're so close..." you muttered, but even if he was moving in closer you didn't dare push him away. instead, you grabbed onto his open varsity jacket, clutching onto it so tightly the zipper made imprints on your hands.

you were both so close, but neither of you moved further. instead, his eyes stayed on your tense face, your eyes shut tight. it took everything inside of him not to go any further, afraid you'd avoid him again if he did. but seeing you hold onto him like this made him think you were wanting the same thing, then again you proved his intuition wrong, becoming a wild card at the most crucial moment. you would go from loving him one second, to actively finding a way to get away from him the next.

he wanted to push further and feel the softness of your lips once again, but the sound of someone knocking on the locker room's door made you both jump. "(y/n)? you still in there?" atsumu's voice called from the other side of the door. knowing him, he was going to walk inside even if you did answer, but suna didn't care about that.

you heard him mutter something under his breath before he looked around. "by any chance, are you claustrophobic?" he whispered, to which you timidly shook your head no.

"(y/n) i'm coming in!" atsumu called, and almost immediately, suna wrapped an arm around your waist pushing you and him into the locker behind you, a small squeak coming from your throat. he closed the door, hearing a click go off before he peeked outside of the vent.

just as promised, atsumu entered the locker room, his steps louder than ever. you found yourself holding your breath as he slowly came onto the side you and suna were just standing in. you tried your best to be as silent as possible, quickly putting an end to your squirming as you clung to suna's jacket. you could hear atsumu's steps coming closer to the locker you both were in, and feeling suna pull you in closer didn't go unrecognized by you.

looking up at him, you couldn't help but notice his side profile. you noticed just how handsome he really was. his sharp jaw, a straight nose that pointed, and lips that looked as luscious as they felt. what you would give to feel them on your lips again. but you shook your head, loosening your grip on his jacket, trying to rid yourself of your intruding thoughts.

suna wasn't paying attention to you, more so to the boy who was outside of the locker. but no matter how hard he tried to pay attention to where atsumu moved, he couldn't help but glance down at your face, wanting to know what type of face you were making.

"she left her papers..." atsumu mumbled as you heard the rustling of him picking up the paperwork you still had yet to fill out. "odd." he stood there flipping through the papers before looking up and moving towards the door once again.

when you heard the door close is when you finally let your breath go. suna's arm slipped from around you, and you heard him also sigh to himself as he was also holding his breath. he turned around to look at you, but you couldn't bring yourself to look back into his eyes, so instead you pressed yourself as far away from him as you could. your hands splayed across the cold wall behind you as you pressed your back against it. but it clearly wasn't helping as you were still cramped together. it seemed all you knew how to do was run from him.

he sighed, "can't even look at me, huh?" he clicked his tongue as he turned back towards the door that kept you both inside. he went to open it, his fingers twiddling with it in the small space.

"why do you like me?" hearing you suddenly call made him stop. his fingers stopped moving against the lock, the jangling of it coming to a stop as he looked back at you. you gulped, "i mean all you used to do was tease me, so...why?"

his finger found the lock once again as he turned back around and shrugged. "i thought you were pretty," he spoke pushing the door open and stepping out. "and when i found out you were more than just a pretty face," he held a hand out to you as he stared you down with those hazel eyes. you stared at his hand, finally relaxing from the awkward spot you pushed yourself into.

taking his hand in yours, he pulled you out of the locker and spun you into his arms. steadying you, his free hand wrapped around your waist again, his fingers interlocking with yours, "i fell in love."

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orbitvenus · 2 years

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imagine them holding your cold hands with their sweater paw to warm you up or sometimes they simply reach out to hold your hands in theirs as they work at a desk while you lay on the bed. they won't let go unless you fall asleep where they tuck you in, they will fondly glance at your sleeping form from time to time with a soft smile painted on their lips and cuddle you once they finally finish their work.

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ilovebokutokoutaro · 2 years

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𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗺𝗮

Oikawa x reader/ part 1 / part 2

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭, 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐫 (𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐟, 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜)

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"𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦"

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Oikawa regretted it the second he woke up, he felt dread pick up at his skin as he saw your body lie next to him. Your hands held his arms with a desperation and it was as if you knew he'd leave. It was as if you knew he lied to you. His fingers slowly brushed the lose strands of hair behind your ear and his breathe hitched at the redness under your eye.

You looked so pretty to him.....but not pretty enough. You looked so lovely to him.....but not lovable enough. And even if he knew walking out of that room meant end, he couldn't help but pull his arm out of you grasp, he couldn't help but slide back into his clothes before he gathered his stuff up from the room. The small urge to stay pricking up at his heart had him folding your clothes and resting them on the edge on the bed.

A sigh left his chapped lips as he felt tears building up in his eyes, it wasn't his fault....how could he resist when you begged him like that...but he couldn't do anything more for you. He found himself walking out of the room then the apartment then out of the street your small apartment lied in.

And each step got heavier but he knew you weren't good enough for him, she was better. His feet carried him to her apartment and then he was banging his fists at her door. Before he could process he was already pulling her into his chest, holding her in his arms as he cried about how much he loved her and how he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't deal with relationships and even if he liked you, being with you wouldn't do him any good. He was too scared to make any efforts into being with you and maybe this was why he sat holding someone else's hand while secretly glancing at you.

Your eyes looked droopy, as if you were tired of something and he blamed you for not talking to him, a small fury building at the fact you weren't asking him to come back. You loved him, you said. So how could you forget him so easily? He watched as you dug your nails in your palm while he laughed with her. And he felt a sense of accomplishment when your eyes bubbled up with tears.

He couldn't love you but he couldn't just let you go either and it would be a lie if i said you weren't getting tired of him. It was starting to fade away slowly, the love was turning into hate and at this point you didn't care what happened to him. Even tho you knew he had power over you, you knew you couldn't let him overpower the will to leave.

The past few months were hard to you and anyone who told you to just move on and be happy that it is not as hard as you were making it should be punched directly into the face. Except the fact no one actually knew about anything oikawa had done to you, you could do nothing. Even if you were to sit there and scream for ages you knew he wasn't the one you needed anymore, the hopes that things could have been different still clinged to your heart.

But you knew better, you knew it wasn't him that you craved anymore, no more pain, no more of him. That's why maybe sipping at your fav drink while you chatted away with your friends as he side eyed your figure to get just any reactions from you didn't bug you anymore.

You had come to accept the fact no matter how loud you screamed or how hard you begged he would never hear you. He chose not to understand and you chose not to make him understand.

At first oikawa felt okay just by seeing you tearing up at how he held her, slowly the adverse reactions changed to indifference, and he enjoyed it throughout untill he found you slipping too far away from his grasp. He couldn't change things if he wanted to and he knew, but the rage of knowing you weren't in love with him anymore...just....just struck him so hard.

"i need to use the restroom~" you whined, as your friend clinged to your arm, not letting you go, your attempts futile. Oikawa didn't like the way you stood up with much efforts, he didn't like the way every other person there teased you and the guy who clinged to you. 'Ooohhh's and whistles echoing through the room as he asked for a kiss in return to letting you go. Your face flushed as you hit his head, yanking your hand as you rushed off to the restroom laughing.

Oikawa could feel his hands burning to rip that guy's throat apart and he huffed at the way you looked like you were having the time of your life, you were supposed to love him and only him. How could you move on so quickly.

"he's adorable" you giggled drying your hands before opening the door to the restroom open, only to be pushed back inside, the sound of door locking echoing through the small room. "Oikawa?" You grumbled, hissing at the way he harshly grabbed your arm. "Let me fucking go." You warned as his grip tightened. "Didn't glare at that lil hoe of yours like this when he was all over you though" he growled, pushing your body back against the wall.

Your movement stopped, all the attempts to get out of his grip halting and then you half scoffed half laughed, looking at him as if he's gone crazy. "What the actual fuck do you not get in minding your own motherfucking business." You didn't remember the last time you talked so rudely to someone, not untill today. Your hands pushed at his chest, making him let go of your arms as he stumbled a few steps backwards.

"i don't have anything to say anymore oikawa- even if i do...... isn't the only thing you want to hear is me crying and apologising? Everything is always my own fault afterall..." You chuckled, eyes dropping as he gulped audibly, your voice was barely above a whisper and he only realised how you scratched up your skin when you felt sad or nervous, how your lips turned down and he suddenly felt really really aware of how much he has utterly destroyed you.

With that you were out of his sight again, and by the time he collected himself and reached the hall you were gone. You weren't here anymore and even as he sat with his gf hands in hands he still felt his heart turning into knots at the hopeless look you had on your face.

And after everything he could only apologise, but then again what would he apologise for? Was there any apology that could rip off the trauma he sewed so painfully to every inch of you skin?

Tears finally bubbled up in your eyes as you trudged past the stony pathway, falling freely yet again after months. You couldn't keep yourself from sobbing and you didn't want to. "Why does he not leave me tf alone?" you cried kicking a stone on your way, your soft cries pouring out everything you buried deep inside your chest.

You wished you could tell someone you wished you could cry harder, you wished the pain would vanish but you knew the moment his touch burned your skin. When your heart throbbed again, and maybe he really did care and at the same time you knew the moment you go back, he wouldn't.

It was all about everyone else but you, it was about him, it was about her, but never about you. You never really mattered anyway.

Why did he have to go ahead and date your only friend? Who could you go to after this? Even if you felt like dying you really wouldn't have anyone- actually not. "Oh god-" you rushed to pull out your phone as you remembered you did have someone maybe to help you throughout this.

"please pick up-" you sobbed out as a few rings passed by. "Hello?" You heard from the other side and suddenly all words felt stuck in your throat. "Y/n?" The voice muttered, lacing with concern and it had you breaking down further. "Haji-" you cried, sobs wrecking through your whole body. "Oh god- what happened?" Iwaizumi panicked through the other side and you felt more breathless as you cried throughout the walk home, with iwaizumi telling you he was here and would be at your place in a few minutes.

You cried incoherent words to him and the moment you saw him standing in front of your house with the phone pressed against his ear, you let out the loudest cry and ran to him jumping into his arms the second he processed you were here.

"oh my-" he groaned stumbling but catching you through the jump regardless. "It fucking hurts so bad- i hate him so much." You sobbed and iwaizumi could finally tell what this was all about.

"let's go inside?" He asked and you nodded against his chest, refusing to let him go. He chuckled, picking you up in his arms as he walked to the door, fetching the key from you before pushing the door open. He finally put you back down as he reached the show racks. "Why are you even wearing these heels?" He grumbled, pushing off his shoes as he watched you struggle with yours.

These heels were a gift given to you by iwaizumi's mother and as beautiful as the heels were they were very hard to put on and get out of. The moment you finally pushed the heels off you were back into jumping on iwaizumi again. Feeling your heart finally ease up through the pain.

"oh god what tf did this dumbass do behind my back-" iwaizumi growled pulling you to sit on the couch. "Water?" He asked and you hummed to which he nodded and walked towards your kitchen. Having been at your place far too many times to know his way inside.

And the moment he left, you felt your nails digging up in your palms again, which was also the reason you rushed off after him and were now sitting on the kitchen counter as he plopped on a chair he dragged near you.

"so?" He started and you sighed, fidgeting with the glass resting against your palms which he pulled out of your grasp and put his hand there instead.

"i- i don't know where to start-" you choked and iwaizumi caressed your hand, passing you a sympathetic smile at which tears flooded your vision again. "As you know- things between me and......to- oikawa haven't been so well, when we got into the same college, we found some new friends and- and he has been- idk? So mean to me since then. Treating me like shit and-" you were cut off with a squeeze on your hand as iwaizumi mumbled a quick "have you confronted him yet?" His voice low and you knew he was mad, not at you tho.

"yes- so many fucking times and he slept with me haji, he fucking slept with me after everything i told him, after everytime i told him how much it hurt, after telling me my fucking feelings were invalid, he never understood me and I'm tired ik he never would, he doesn't even try and you know the irony? He went ahead and dated my closest friend here right after, like literally the morning after fucking up my guts. I knew he was lying- but but he said he won't leave so many times- and i told him he would- i told him he would leave and he kissed me telling me he won't. Then just as I'm finally getting rid of all these messed up feelings he goes ahead and talks to me as if i belong to him- he gets jealous of someone else touching me, when all this time he eased at watching me tear up and rip my skin as he held someone else and i feel so fucking us-ed."

"oh my god" iwaizumi sighed, standing up as he pulled you into his chest again. "It fucking hurts so bad" you sobbed against his shoulder, hands fumbling to grip his shirt tight as he stroked your head in hopes of bringing any type of confort to you.

Your words may not make much sense to anyone else but you knew iwaizumi would understand, you knew he would understand no matter how messed up the sentences had to be. "Y/n- hey come on look at me." Iwaizumi confronted, pulling away as you looked at him and he felt his heart aching at the sight of your bloodshot eyes, nose and cheeks flushing as tears flowed freely down your cheeks.

"you should've called me earlier i would've kicked his dick off" iwaizumi sighed, wiping your cheeks off the tears. "Haji i feel so dirty, no matter how many times i wash myself off i still feel his touch everywhere, i feel so fucking dirty-" you sobbed, bringing up your knees to your chest as you sobbed again. Putting a distance between hajime and you because you felt like he'd find you disgusting, just like you did.

And iwaizumi was quick to call oikawa and you panicked at the sound of ringing. "Ha- iwa no!!" You squealed and iwazumi grabbed you hands, motioning for you to shut up. "I love you." He whispered to you as he pecked your forehead.

"oikawa what the actual fuck?!" Iwaizumi growled through the phone and the way his voice went so deep you knew he'd rip oikawa's throat off if the said man was here. "Iwa-chan!!! What's wrong?" Oikawa huffed playfully and you chuckled. "Don't you fucking iwa chan me right now, you know exactly what you did." Iwaizumi huffed, holding both your trembling hands in his one as he gave you a warning glace to stop scratching yourself up, which you immediately obeyed.

"oh. I thought you were close to my house or something but it's just about y/n isn't it?" Oikawa said and you hated the way you could listen through their convo, a choked sob making it's way past your lips at his cruel choice of words.

"what the actual fuck are you saying, do you even fucking hear yourself oikawa?!" Iwaizumi yelled and panicked at the way your hands trembled even harder against his.

"I'll be back in a second." Iwaizumi pressed his lips against your forehead once again as he left to your bedroom and shut the door close, leaving you alone to your thoughts. And suddenly all the things you refused to accept came in easy to you.

Oikawa really didn't care about you and you knew it now, you sat there pulling at your skin as his words echoed past in your head to which you put your hands against your ears, sobs yet again managing to take full control of you.

"come with me" iwaizumi growled as he pulled you off the counter suddenly, putting on his hoodie over your head as he pulled you out of the door to your house, and locked the door before rushing to his car and sitting you down.

"where are we-" you started but iwaizumi shut the door close hard, "let me." He stated after getting into his seat, pulling both your seatbelts to safety before driving off in a hurry.

The ride was silent with your thoughts burying every inch of you in disgust. "Ugh" you groaned, feeling like throwing up as you remembered the way he held you that night.

Iwaizumi passed you a concerned glance as you doubled over in nausea. And before you knew the car suddenly stopped, iwaizumi coming out to pull you out of your seat as he rushed off to somewhere, you barely being able to look up because you knew what was going to happen.

"oh- iwa chan!" Oikawa greeted and your head ached at his cheery voice before you heard a loud slap echo and you finally looked up to see oikawa laying down on the street and your friends freezing in spot. "Y/n?! Oh my god have you been crying? What's going on?" Oikawa's girlfriend gasped rushing to pull you into a hug and you suddenly felt very aware of how you couldn't stop crying.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU KNOW?!" Oikawa yelled pushing iwaizumi hard as he stumbled a few steps back and scoffed. "Every fucking thing." Iwaizumi growled and oikawa looked at you with such a stare you wanted to pull his eyes out.

"tooru!" His girlfriend warned and he huffed. "You only know everything from her side, and you're taking sides already?" Oikawa laughed and you couldn't help but bury your face in your friend's neck, refusing to look at oikawa any longer.

"oh? Have you got anything to explain over how you slept with her and told her you won't leave her only to go ahead and date someone else the morning after." Iwaizumi asked actually feeling amused at the audacity.

You quickly pulled your hand up to your ears as your friend hugged you tighter, you could feel her heart thumping against her chest as her hands trembled.

"y/n....?" She whispered, voice shaky and you sobbed out a series of I'm sorry. All your friend now huddling close to you as you shut your eyes close in pain. "She's- NO BABY SHE'S LYING!" Oikawa hesitantly yelled and you could hear the awkward silence before she yelled out a "I CAN FUCKING TELL WHO'S LYING. I knew it was weird how you came to me suddenly and asked me to be your girlfriend, i knew it was weird how you avoided y/n right after we started dating, i knew it was weird how you glanced at her everytime we held hands. How you were so much clingier with me when she was with us. I fucking hate you so much" she cried and you felt your heart aching at the realisation no one was blaming you.

"baby.." oikawa groaned before turning his attention to you, "it was cuz you kept begging, it's all your fault, i get it i was wrong at times, but it was almost always your fault. Even now i bet you might've fed iwa chan with your body, are you jealous iwa chan? That she loves me and not you?" oikawa scoffed and you could actually feel your blood boiling.

"what are you-" iwaizumi started, feeling his heart clenching at the harsh words. He expected a lot of shit from his best friend but this was beyond even his expectations and maybe because oikawa acted exactly how you expected him to you couldn't help but pull yourself out from the circle if people trying to comfort you.

Rushing out of the comforting arms of your friends to tackle oikawa on the ground, "shut up. Shut up. Shut up." You sobbed, slapping, punching him as if it'd end the strorm playing in your head. "UGH I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU SO MUCH" you screamed, punching his face hard enough to make your knucles bleed and iwaizumi had to actually pick your thrashing body up to stop you from breaking his face.

"what did i do- WHAT DID I EVER DO THAT WAS SO WRONG FOR YOU TO TREAT ME LIKE THIS?!" You yelled, pulling your own hair in frustration as iwaizumi let you down. Oikawa laid there on the ground, not moving an inch.

"i hate you too." He finally muttered, standing up to gather his stuff before walking off. One of your friends rushing after him and you immediately turned around to bury your face in iwaizumi's chest.

"I'm so sorry y/n." Oikawa's girlfriend cried, the rest of your friends rushing to soothe you and maybe this was all for the better, maybe cuz you still expected oikawa to not understand that it didn't hurt as much.

And maybe it'll all be okay soon too, what you knew right now was that you didn't love him anymore, it was all just from the trauma of being pulled and pushed around as per his will that you felt so worthless, and maybe with so much support you'd soon get over it too.

Maybe it was really all okay.

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A/n: You all i cried writing this, so many breakdowns, so many times i deleted it to write this over and over untill i felt like it could reflect half of what i felt. I've gone through something like this irl, except the smut part ofc, but it still fucking hurt, most of the lines I've added in both the parts is something he has said to me and honestly there's so much more i could still add, but i couldn't get myself to relive the pain. I've learnt not to blame myself a little of few days ago. That i wasn't responsible for everything he did wrong. That hurting was really valid and that i wasn't wrong for reacting the way i did. It hurt, and i hated the way i was always to blame, i hated the way i kept blaming myself just like he did and never was really there for myself, i punished myself for not being what he wanted so many time untill i couldn't anymore and at one point i was done, done hurting myself for him. I never really got to solve this with him, and he probably gives no fucks about me leaving but I'm thankful. Thankful i left, thankful he doesn't care cuz if he did I'd walk right back into this hellhole.

This story means a whole lot to me and idk I'm just...idk what i feel about all this yet cuz I'm still healing, but I'm thankful for the people who stood by me throughout this and are still helping me gain myself back. This is not my best works and i think it's because writing this took me my everything.

Thank you for reading i love you all.

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haikyuudescendants · 4 months

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happy december 20, my love.

#haikyuu!!#my fanart #daishou suguru #hq #suguboku #bokushou #fukurodani #nohebi #bokuto kotarou #anniversary #:')#cries #I'm a little late ffs I always forget to post my drawings

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halchron · 10 months

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in your eyes i see there's something burning inside you

indie & selective multimuse loved by layla

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sukunas-bxtch97 · 18 days

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My Idiot [Abgeschlossen]

[⚤Yuuji Terushima x Reader]

Klapptext: ↱Yuuji hat dich betrogen, aber du kannst ihn einfach nicht vergessen. Also, was unternimmst du dagegen?↲

♥༻∞༺♡༻❤️༺♡༻∞༺♥

»Er sieht dich die ganze Zeit an, (D/N).« Hana deutet mit ihrem Finger in eine Richtung, aber du denkst nicht mal im Traum daran, dorthin zu sehen.

Warum solltest du auch? Immerhin ist er derjenige, der eure Beziehung zerstört hat.

»Es ist mir egal, Hana. Soll er mich doch anstarren, bis ihm die Augen rausfallen«, sagst du und greifst nach deiner Flasche.

Gerade, als du den Deckel der Flasche abdrehst, siehst du ein Mädchen an eurem Tisch vorbeilaufen.

Kaguya Takahashi.

Das Mädchen, dass mit daran schuld ist, dass du nicht mehr mit Yuuji zusammen bist.

Wut keimt in dir hoch und du zerquetscht dadurch deine Flasche. »(N/N).« Hana legt dir behutsam eine Hand auf die Schulter.

Abrupt reißt du deinen Blick von diesem hinterhältigen Stück und siehst in Hanas besorgte Augen.

»Mir geht es gut. Ich muss aber mal kurz weg«, teilst du ihr mit und lächelst sie halbherzig an.

Schnell stehst du von deinem Platz auf, nimmst deine Tasche und drehst dich um, bevor du losläufst, dabei kannst du einen brennenden Blick auf deinem Rücken spüren.

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Vollkommen in Gedanken versunken stehst du vor deinem Schließfach und kämpfst gegen deine Tränen an. Natürlich liebst du diesen Idioten noch immer und kannst ihn nicht vergessen, obwohl er dir das Herz gebrochen hat.

Du solltest ihm gegenüber eigentlich Hass und Wut verspüren, aber du kannst es nicht.

»Wie erbärmlich...«, murmelst du und raufst mit einer Hand durch deine (H/F) Haare.

»Hier bist du!«, hörst du jemand sagen, aber bevor du dich umdrehst, wischst du dir noch einmal mit einer Hand über die Augen, weil du tatsächlich geweint hast.

»Takeharu. Was willst du?«, fragst du ihn, während er vor dir stehen bleibt und seinen Blick prüfend über dein Gesicht wandern lässt.

»Das Ganze ist ein Missverständnis, (D/N). Yuuji hat dich nicht betrogen«, gibt Takeharu von sich.

Er soll dich nicht betrogen haben? Und was soll das mit Kaguya in der Sporthalle gewesen sein?

Ein bitterer Geschmack bereitet sich auf deiner Zunge aus und du lachst böse auf.

»Nein, natürlich nicht, er hat bloß Kaguya in der Sporthalle geküsst! Ich habe die beiden mit meinen eigenen Augen gesehen und wir wissen beide, wie Yuuji vor unserer Beziehung war«, fauchst du wütend.

»Es ist aber die Wahrheit und was Yuujis Verhalten betrifft ... Natürlich ist Yuuji schon ein Fall für sich, dass er mit den Mädels immer geflirtet hat und manchmal vielleicht zu aufdringlich war, aber er ist auch nur ein Mann«, erklärt dir Takeharu.

Du schnaubst wütend und löst deine Hand aus deinen Haaren, stattdessen spielst du jetzt mit dem Haargummi, das um dein Handgelenk befestigt ist.

»Hör mal, hast du dich wirklich mit Yuuji ausgespr-«, will Takeharu fragen, aber er wird von jemand anderes unterbrochen.

»Takeharu! (D/N)!«, ruft Kazuma, der auf euch zu rennt und vollkommen fertig aussieht.

Schweißperlen haben sich auf seiner Stirn gebildet und er atmet schwer, als er vor euch stehen bleibt.

»Was ist denn los, Bobata?«, fragt Takeharu.

»Yuuji wurde verletzt und ist jetzt im Krankenhaus.« Dein Herz setzt für einen kurzen Moment aus, aber du versuchst es dir nicht anmerken zulassen.

»Was? Was ist denn passiert?«, hakt Takeharu besorgt nach.

»Kommt mit.« Kazuma packt dich am Handgelenk und dreht sich um, bevor er losläuft.

»Moment mal, Kazuma! Ich habe nicht gesagt, dass ich mitkommen will!«, beschwerst du dich.

Im selben Augenblick wirft Kazuma dir einen Blick über die Schulter zu und du erschauderst.

Es muss also wahr sein, dass Yuuji tatsächlich verletzt ist, sonst hätte dich Kazuma nicht mit so einem wütenden Blick angesehen.

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Unsicher wandern deine (A/F) Augen zwischen Futamata und Bobata hin und her, die keine Anstalten machen mit zu kommen.

»Kommt ihr nicht mit rein?«, fragst du die beiden, weil sie ja Freunde von Yuuji sind, aber beide schütteln als Antwort bloß ihren Kopf.

Kazuma legt seine Hand auf die Türklinke und drückt diese runter. »Es ist an der Zeit, dass du dich mit Yuuji aussprichst und ihm zuhörst«, meint Kazuma und öffnet die Tür.

Du willst protestieren, aber bevor du das schaffst, wirst du in das Krankenzimmer geschoben und die Tür hinter dir wieder geschlossen.

Dein Blick wandert durch das Krankenzimmer und du kannst Yuuji auf einer der Liegen entdecken.

Seine braunen Augen fixieren dich und du stehst da, wie bestellt und nicht abgeholt.

»(D/N). Ich hätte nicht gedacht, dass du herkommen würdest«, gibt der Dunkelblondhaarige zu.

»Was hast du gemacht?«, stellst du ihm die Frage und ignorierst seine Worte.

Yuuji hebt eine Hand und kratzt sich am Nacken. »Na ja...«, sagt er, aber spricht nicht weiter.

Langsam setzt du dich in Bewegung und läufst auf die Liege zu, auf der er liegt. Du bleibst neben ihm stehen und nimmst sein Gesicht in deine Hände.

Du lässt deinen Blick prüfend über sein Gesicht wandern und musst feststellen, dass seine Wange leicht geschwollen und seine Unterlippe aufgeplatzt ist.

Yuuji sieht dich mit weit aufgerissen Augen an. Vermutlich kann er nicht fassen, dass du dich ihm freiwillig näherst.

»(D/N). Ic-«, will er sagen, aber du unterbricht ihn einfach.

»Du bist ein Idiot, Yuuji. Ich würde dich gerne hassen, aber ich kann es nicht«, gestehst du ihm und lässt sein Gesicht wieder los.

Du siehst verlegen weg, aber spürst seine Finger an deiner Wange. »Gott sei Dank hasst du mich nicht. Ich liebe dich auch, (D/N)«, sagt Yuuji und du drehst deinen Kopf wieder zu ihm.

Er sieht dich mit so einem intensiven Blick an, dass es dir die Sprache verschlägt.

»Ich habe sie nicht geküsst. Sie hat mich geküsst und das, obwohl ich ihr mehrmals gesagt hatte, dass ich kein Interesse an ihr habe und eine Freundin habe«, erzählt er dir und lässt seine Finger zu deinen Lippen wandern.

Er streichelt mit seinem Daumen über deine Oberlippe und lächelt dich an, so wie er es immer getan hat, als ihr noch zusammen wart.

»Ich glaub dir und es tut mir leid, dass ich dir keine Chance gegeben habe, dich zu erklären.«

»Nein, ich bin einfach ein Idiot und hätte es gar nicht so weit kommen lassen sollen, aber sie hatte mich überrascht und ... Verzeih mir«, sagt Yuuji und kommt deinem Gesicht näher.

»Ich brauch dich und will dich zurück, (D/N).« Seine Lippen streifen deine und du schließt seufzend deine Augen. Du hast dieses Gefühl viel zu lange vermisst, und du hast auch ihn schrecklich vermisst.

»Ich verzeihe dir, weil ich meinen Idioten brauche«, gibst du von dir und Yuuji lächelt dich an, bevor er seine Lippen auf deine drückt.

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