#hq makki

[cosmic-evening]

ᯓ★ high school reunion

ex bf!oikawa x gn!reader

a/n: you meet oikawa again at your high school reunion. second chance romance, iwaizumi & mattsun & makki features, minor profanities. probably ooc.

pt.2 of this drabble

hq m.list | gen m.list

this was all iwaizumi's fault, and you were going to punch him later.

walking down the halls of aoba johsai, the school you once went to, was nostalgic and distressing at the same time. they've changed the locker layout, you note. and the graffiti that was once on the wall is gone too.

you try not to notice that your initials, next to OT, was gone too.

you didn't even want to come. as much as you enjoyed your time at aoba johsai, there were some memories you would rather not relive. but iwaizumi, persistent as ever, convinced you to tag along.

and it was nice, you supposed, to see mattsun and makki again.

but you hadn't realised—and neither did iwa, apparently—that a certain brown-haired individual was here as well.

in iwaizumi's defence, he had thought oikawa was still in argentina.

it's outside the history classroom when your eyes meet a pair of chocolate-brown ones.

the memories come rushing back.

"y/n, i've been accepted in the argentinean volleyball club."

"tooru, that's amazing! when did you find out?"

"last night. but y/n, you do know what this means, right?"

"what do you mean?"

"we can't be together anymore, y/n. i need to focus on my career, and the long distance will just make things harder."

...

"i'm sorry, y/n, i wish it didnt have to end this way—"

you feel as if your heart stops.

there's a lot of yelling at iwaizumi afterward.

"what the hell, iwa? you said he wouldn't be here today!"

mattsun and makki are snickering at iwaizumi's bewildered expression.

"what— he's not supposed to, he's supposed to still be in argentina—ow, stop hitting me!"

iwaizumi sounds sincere enough that you decide to believe him.

you take a deep breath.

"okay, now what do i do? it's not like i have a ride, i took the bus here—mattsun, stop laughing—"

"y/n, it's really not that big of a deal." iwa's voice is calming, allowing you time to breathe—right up until the meaning of his words sink in. but before you can interject angrily, he continues. "just go out there. i'll do my best to distract him, and you can hang out with makki, or something."

"hey." mattsun cuts in. "i'm here too, you know."

and when the four of you laugh, you decide that maybe you can do this.

you can't do this.

it's taking all of your self-control just to not look at him, let alone try and continue conversation with makki. you've lost count of how many times you've glanced over at tooru—and how many times he's met your eyes when you do.

unable to tear your eyes away from him, you decide to walk over to the food table.

you don't miss makki's sympathetic gaze as you walk away.

you're halfway drinking a glass of orange juice when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

"y/n?"

it's only by sheer luck that you don't spill your drink all over yourself.

you turn around.

"oikawa."

and he visibly deflates at the last name. you almost feel bad, but you force the feeling away.

"it's... been a while," he starts, a little hesitantly. like he's unsure about what he's doing. like he's unsure he should even be talking to you.

"it has, hasn't it?"

your voice comes out colder than expected. but you can't help it; you can't help the way conversation is stilted around him now, when it used to be so easy.

he winces.

"listen, y/n, i'm really sorry about high school—"

"oh, you're sorry, are you?" you know you're being unfair, but the hurt is seeping through the cracks now. the cracks that are still there, even after years without seeing him.

"please hear me out, y/n." there's a desperate tone in his voice that makes you falter. "i need you to know that i've never hated myself more than when i left you here in japan."

you're silenced by the intensity in his voice. you're frozen; you don't trust yourself enough to speak, and no matter how hard you fought it, a little bit of you wanted to hear him out.

"i was young, and naïve, and i thought argentina was my best bet in making it big in volleyball, you know? i left because i thought it would be for the best, but i never knew how much it would hurt to leave. i know it's been years, but please, y/n, if there's even a little bit of you that can forgive me, i'll take it. i swear, i've never missed someone as much as i've missed you."

and he bows his head, shoulders shaking slightly, avoiding your gaze.

but the breaking point?

the point when your resolve breaks is when you see tears running down his cheeks.

and suddenly your hatred for him dissipates, just like that.

even after all these years, and you still have a soft spot for him.

when you leave the reunion with a now-unblocked number in your phone, you only have iwaizumi to thank.

[spoksstuff]

matsuhana as oikawa's n.1 fanboys 🇦🇷🥳

all credits to the original artist @hq_yunak on X & ig

[ywaizvmi]

another day of missing my SEIJOH 4— THE TEAM THAT'S SERVING VISUALS & TALENT

— I just want to see them again :( I MISS MY BABIES SO MUCH

[cottonlemonade]

A Little Push

Makki was currently leaning at the counter of the coffee shop, waiting for the order and you were trying your hardest not to drool as you were waiting with Oikawa, Mattsun, and Iwaizumi at the table in the corner.

"Hey, y/n. I think you dropped something.", Oikawa said, dragging you out of your dream world.

You looked down, fumbling with your jacket, then your bag, trying to find out what he meant.

"What?"

"Your standards."

Mattsun took a decidedly inconspicuous sip of water, looking at the ceiling and Iwaizumi raised a brow at his friend.

"Was that necessary?", the ace asked flatly.

"Is it necessary that they are still just gawking at each other rather than just finally f-"

"Think carefully about your next words, Trashykawa.", Iwaizumi grumbled and glanced around, worried that someone might overhear.

"He does have a point.", Mattsun agreed.

"They're gonna be ready when they're ready.", noted Iwaizumi wisely and smiled at you.

You returned the sentiment, grateful for his support, then he shrugged and added, "Until then just ignore them. That's what I do."

"Iwa!"

The other two boys broke into laughter, causing Makki to throw another longing look over his shoulder to you.

He still wasn’t quite sure of your feelings yet. He had his suspicions of course when you nearly had a heart attack last week when he picked a lash off your cheek, but remained otherwise entirely unconvinced, no matter how many times the guys assured him that it was safe to ask you out.

Carefully, he carried the coffees over to the table and set them down. His friends sat in such a way that guaranteed he would share the narrow bench with you. After he joined you, there were several moments of awkward silence in which he became acutely aware of your chubby thigh pressing against his.

“Wanna play truth or dare?”, Oikawa blurted out suddenly and, not waiting for an answer, he continued, “Super. Hey Makki, truth or dare?”

The wing spiker, a little perplexed, looked from Mattsun, who again pretended to inspect the ceiling, sipping some more water, to Iwaizumi, who just appeared mildly interested in the napkin holder in the middle of the table.

He knew both of the options would bring his downfall so decided to take the lesser of two evils. “Dare.”

The second he saw Oikawa’s devilish grin, he knew he was done for.

“Peeerfect~”, the captain said slowly, dragging out the word as much as possible, before looking at you, who seemed just as horrified by Oikawa as Makki felt.

Unnecessarily tousling his perfect hair, the setter simply leaned back in his chair. “Well, you know what I want you to do with her.”

“You do realize they are in public, right?”, Iwaizumi reminded his friend.

Oikawa raised his hand to his chest in pretend shock. “Where is your mind, Iwa-chan? I was talking about a harmless kiss.”

[uc1wa]

being mattsun & makki’s girl who they make take a picture in the middle of them doing the eiffel tower pose <3!!! both of their hands touching and pointed up over top of your form, mattsun wearing a nasty smirk while makki can’t help himself but to bite his lip knowing what comes next (thank u tooru for taking the pic! now get in there, hajime’s already waiting in bed!!)

[joy-girl]

Am I the only one who sees little Oikawa, Mattsun and Iwaizumi, when looking at these kids? 😭❤️ and also old Makki 🤣

[nectardaddy]

B.I.L.L.S , t. hanamaki

american hero. . . b.i.l.l.s. by towa bird

If I had a dollar then I wouldn't have to bother 'bout the bills. I'm so tired of paying rent.

pairing : hanamaki takahiro x f!reader

cw/notes : poverty/financial insecurity, conversation about/wishing for "what could be" (and a deep dive into the feeling of wanting), use of the pet name "sweetheart," humor as a coping mechanism, language, eating used as a metaphor, lots of metaphors in general, established long-term relationship, I am genuinely very proud of this fic so if you got tagged out of the blue that's why <3

word count : 2.6k

The apartment was dingy and run down, a muted tone of gray that submerged the entire cramped space into desolace. A desolace that bled into the other rooms, through the floorboards, through every nook and cranny of the compact unit - through the bones of the pair that inhabited it. Pictures and posters littered the drab walls. Old developed pictures and various music flyers stuck to drywall with bits and pieces of scotch tape - real frames were far too expensive - as they tried desperately to combat the dreary aura of the space. 

But it was difficult to fight against such longing; around every corner being yet another issue that would only ever be resolved with the one thing the pair didn’t have: funds. Air conditioning that went out every other month, as the landlord was too stingy to really fix it and complained with every call and maintenance request about the issue. Mold in the air vents, water pressure that was just short of a small stream, a lock on the door that barely bolted with a small chain lock that was used as a "replacement" that didn't really do anything. It reeked of dust and mildew, a musty smell that lingered no matter how many candles were lit and blown out. And trial and error to shut the, horribly painted, bedroom room; over the months they learned to turn the knob and slam rather than just slam. 

It was a constricted, at times uncomfortable; limited space meaning old cardboard boxes stayed within the living area or bedroom - mementos gathered dust that all but covered the unit entirely. Memories shoved in a box that would barely ever see the light of day, or simply, didn’t want to. Such a place didn’t deserve such warmth. A god forsaken space didn’t deserve the radiant coziness that came with trinkets and baubles, didn’t deserve the framed pictures - that would crash to the ground anyway, as the drywall often crumbled and fragmented - and surely didn’t deserve the mellow residents who resided in it. 

Both home from work, and both exhausted beyond belief, they sat together on an old, thrifted loveseat. A gaudy flower pattern that was stained and smelled of cigarettes from the latter owners, but a place to sit nonetheless. The man shuffled through a slew of mail, the woman, with her eyes closed and trying not to fall asleep right then and there, sat next to him. 

“I’m so fucking tired of paying this shit,” he grumbled before throwing the envelopes onto the rickety coffee table. A table that was discounted, dirt cheap, as one leg was cracked and wobbly. Oftentimes, it broke when too much weight was put on it, duct tape lined the connection between the leg and table itself. All it held was other envelopes - bills, an array of clipped coupons, and a long forgotten coffee cup, that’s rim was chipped and the handle cracked. 

“Then don’t,” the woman hummed in response, a cheeky reply to a serious notion. An exhaustion riddled in her voice that made him look over and sigh, heart strings pulled taut at seeing her weary form. “We can run away together and never have to see this shit hole again.” 

He stayed quiet for a moment, letting a pause settle between them. Allowed the sound of the fan in the far corner of the room to take over the silence he offered, the hum of it engulfed the room as it rotated to cool the entire apartment. “Maybe we should,” he sighed before a small smile pulled at his lips. “We can go off grid and everything, y’know they make shows about people that live like that, right? We could be famous.”

A breath of air passed through the woman’s nose as she chuckled, and she opened her eyes to look over at him. “You’re an idiot.” Even as she smiled at him, he couldn’t help but notice just how tired she looked. Her eyes were dark and hazy, unfocused even, as it seemed like all she wanted to do was close them again - to sleep. Her work uniform crumbled and wrinkled as she sat with her legs up on the small couch, too worn out to change upon coming, to what they reluctantly called, home. 

Home, to them, was coming back at odd hours. Never fully holding each other as the other had to whisk themselves away - to provide, to work. Times were fleeting, just as much as the money that came in. Gone within a second and drained from responsibilities. Every second together was taken with an ironclad grip, and sewn together with cups upon cups of coffee just to try and enjoy it all.

“Where would you want to go if we had the money to leave?” The off kilter question left his lips easily, without much thought put behind it. Because to him, that's all he ever thought about - leaving. He hoped one day he was able to scrape up enough funds, pack everything up, and leave the cramped unit all together with her by his side.

“Anywhere, honestly, this place sucks ass.” She groaned as she stretched her legs off the loveseat. A series of pops from overworked limbs hit his ears and made him frown - she didn't deserve to be this tired, not for this piece of shit apartment. Not for anything.

“I’m serious.” His normal, almost whimsical, tone went with the wind as he sat up a little straighter. He looked over to her with red tinged eyes, fatigued and strained, that swirled with an unforeseen worry.

“So am I.” A curt reply as she locked eyes with him. A realist, maybe a bit pessimistic to some, but the woman grounded herself in reality more than he. Didn't want to waste herself away with thoughts of what could be than what is. What could be was a sham, a figment of imagination she couldn't bear herself to think about often; as the thought of what is yanked her to the very pits of longing that she would later have to tear herself out of. 

“I know where I’d want to go.” A dream he hadn’t told her before, he wished he had the money to surprise her with it. But that day was far off in the distance, a mere glimmer of a memory, and he cracked under the pressure of wanting to share. At least this way, they could experience the dream together.

“Yeah? Where?” She closed her eyes again and let her head fall to his shoulder. 

“I’d want to go to Tokyo.”

She snorted at the thought, “spare me, Hiro, not this shit again.” A half hearted joke that landed a bit on edge, toed the line of snappy through drowsy laced words. A former wish she had heard before from him, a joke to only go to Tokyo to get piss drunk with friends. 

“No, not the bar hopping thing.” He assured and waved off the remark with a small chuckle. 

“Good, because you do that shit with Mattsun here anyway. You don’t need to drag me to Tokyo just for me to babysit you two idiots there.” Babysitting, truly, was an understatement to the woman. The thought made her cringe as she recalled past memories of his dear friend passed out in their bathroom, head in the toilet and completely out cold. 

“I want to take you to Ueno Park to see the cherry blossoms one day.” His voice was a twinge quieter than before, a bit breathless as he couldn’t believe himself for finally saying the dream aloud. Deep brown eyes shifted over to look at the woman, whose head still rested on his shoulder - completely silent.

The comment had her at a lack of words, letting another silence pass by them once more; but it lingered far too long. A silence that, as moments passed, began to have a weight to it and started to suffocate her. Every inhale became shallower than the last, and she couldn’t find it within herself to take a single breath more of the humid, musky air the apartment provided. She felt herself tumble into the gaping hole of wanting, needing, craving - pure, unbridled hunger for more than what is. A ravishing feeling that took her by the shoulders and shoved, falling head first into the empty, hollow feeling of what could be.

What could be was far from reality, what could be couldn’t happen.

She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked over at him, eyes a bit wider than before and lips parted through means to say something - nothing ever came. “You told me three years ago you wanted to do that.” Quiet words answered her unspoken question and she sucked in a breath. She remembered telling him that vividly, could recall the day to a tee as it held importance to her.

It rained that day, poured down onto the street as they ran back to their shared apartment - a better one than what they had now. Steps taken hastily, hand in hand, as he practically dragged her through the downpour with a laugh. Both forgot an umbrella, so they ran through the rain getting more and more soaked with every step. It wasn’t far from their unit, the pair only went down the street to a convenience store. But the storm they tried to outrun inevitability caught up with them, so the leisurely walk back home turned to a sprint.

Upon their return, they found themselves sprawled out on their bedroom floor. Their clothes drenched from rain and water puddled onto the hardwood underneath them. A silly action, to lay on the floor wet. But neither minded as they giggled and laughed with one another, enjoying the other’s company. 

Strawberry blonde hair stuck to his forehead and he raked a hand through it. A chuckle left his lips from an earlier conversation before he looked over at her once more, “if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you want to go?”

“What kind of question is that, Hiro?” A teasing tone laced within her cadence as she locked eyes with him. Bright and hopeful, full of love, and not an ounce of exhaustion swirling within them.

“One that I’m curious about, obviously, so indulge me.” The whimsy in his words was easily apparent, one of which she got used to quickly. And there was a sass in the timbre of his voice that muddled with care, a juxtaposition to his usual standalone brassiness. 

“What’s yours?”

“This isn’t about me, it’s about you.”

He watched the woman smile before she averted her eyes to the ceiling, scrunched her brows in thought a moment before she looked at him once more. “Probably Ueno Park, in April, to see the cherry blossoms.”

“Are you serious? Anywhere in the world, and you want Tokyo?” He never looked away from the woman throughout the conversation, and when she met his gaze once more he smiled. 

“Did you ask just to make fun of me, asshole?”

“No, god no.” He laughed, lips pulling into a silly smile before he took her hand in his own. “I’m just trying to figure out where I should ask you to marry me one day.”

The inescapable feeling of want consumed her, leaving nothing left behind as she was swallowed whole. A swirling sensation in her stomach that sickened her, made her ill to think about too long as all she could do was stare at him. “Takahiro.” Her words fell to a whisper as eyes flickered between his own, desperately trying to gauge the situation but to no avail. “You can’t be serious?”

“As a heart attack, sweetheart.” The smile he had started to falter, and the concern that saturated her eyes made his heart sink. But through that concern, the smallest, most miniscule, glimmer of need shone through. Even through tired, bloodshot eyes and a tinge of cynicism, she wanted the dream just as much as he, if not more.

“Hanamaki,” she breathed. “Be real for a second-” But she was cut off as he turned to face her, the old loveseat squeaking under the shift of weight, and he took her hands in his own

“I am being real, so put that name away.” Erring on defensive, put a care behind it that she couldn't ignore. A rare seriousness in his voice that made her swallow hard. “I’m taking you to see those damn cherry blossoms at some point, and when I do I'm asking you to marry me.” 

She opened her mouth to say something but promptly shut it, not knowing what to say to the man. But she felt as the ravenous feeling turned to a starved, almost primal, one. Felt her stomach twist into knots at the thought - she wanted to swallow the notion completely. Needed to feel the crunch and snap of it in her mouth, wanted her teeth caught in it, needed it to be consumed until nothing was left. She abstained from could be for too long and needed to devour the concept entirely. 

But could be wasn’t what is. What is left a bruise, tender and raw, that left a rotten taste in her mouth. She felt the urge to spit out the thought as it circled within her mind like a vulture, ready to dive within a split second. “But-”

“We will, I swear.” He cut off her protest and squeezed her hand. But to no avail, as she only looked at him with a sense of apprehension.

“But we're-” 

“I know, I know,” he sighed. Brown eyes slid over to the envelopes on the coffee table, bold red letters catching his attention that made him close his eyes. “Believe me, I know.” A disheartening belief that caused him to take a deep breath before opening his eyes again to look at her. He brought a hand to her cheek, pale fingers gently brushed over her skin with a warmth that was inviting, loving, and selfless. He gave her a small, out of sorts, smile, “but I want to do this. For you. For us. Hell, because we deserve to do something nice. I want us to have something to look forward to other than the same, shit ass, walls everyday.” 

She paused a moment, let his words sink in, before she bit down hard on the concept and refused to let go. “Ok,” she nodded carefully. “Alright, we’ll go to Ueno Park one day.” Could be tasted sweet and savory, mouth watering to think about. It eased a craving that deflected from what is - so just this once, she let herself free fall into it. “Do you even have a ring to ask me with?” 

His smile pulled into a grin at her question, and he chuckled. “Would you say yes to a ring pop?”

With a paltry laugh, she leaned into his hand that was still on his cheek. “As long as it's strawberry, then absolutely, you dumbass.”

“Strawberry it is, sweetheart.” 

However, he didn’t really need the sweet, confectionary ring. In one of the many old cardboard boxes within the living area and bedroom that collected dust - a particularly well kept, small box hidden in the back of their tiny, shared closet - was a ring he bought three years ago. Bought shortly after the conversation was had, when he still had the money to stretch. Stuffed between memories that would barely ever see the light of day, because a place like this didn't deserve such warmth.

But the warmth was willingly given anyway, whether the pair knew it or not.

series taglist (open, send an ASK) + a few moots bc I am genuinely very very very proud of this

@causenessus @softpia @renardiererin @kodzu-ken @phoenix-eclipses

@wyrcan @honeekyuu @wakashudou @wolffmaiden @eggyrocks

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[wintersnwnderlnd]

Real in Rio- Oikawa x Reader

Makki, Mattsun, and Iwa help Oikawa's girlfriend set up a graduation present to tell Oikawa he got accepted to play in Argentina.

Rushing through the halls, I dodged students cheerfully talking with their friends, and anxious teachers preparing for the nearing end of the year. Shuffling the bag on my shoulder, a grin made its way to my face as I slid around the corner towards the gym.

The sound of volleyballs slamming into the ground, and muffled shots grew louder as I neared the door, shrugging off my indoor shoes. Stumbling, I ran into the door, bouncing as I managed to slip on my gym shoes.

"Miss y/n, please be careful!" Coach yelled from across the gym as I nearly tumbled into the gym floor only saved by Mad Dog catching me.

"Thanks Kyo!" I patted his head softly as he grunted at me. I saw the boys standing over by the ball cart and ran over.

Makki turned, a smirk growing on his face as he spotted the bag, nudging Mattsun, "Hey, check it out.".

My smile grew as Iwa saw me coming over and moved to distract Toru. I grabbed Makki and Mattsun, dragging them a little farther away from the others.

"So, what did Coach say?" Mattsun questioned, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, based on the bag, good thinks I hope." Makki agreed.

My smile grew as I nodded, "He said as long as we lock up after I'm good for after practice.".

"After practice, Y/n-chan?" I squeaked as Toru wrapped his arms around my waist, sneaking up behind me. Iwa caught my bag as I slipped off my shoulder, shoving it behind Makki towards Kyotani, who took it and walked away.

"Just a... end of season/ pre-graduation gift, that the boys and I put together. Don't worry your pretty little head over it."

"Yeah Kawa, mind your pretty head." Makki snickered, coughing slightly when Iwa shoved him.

"Now I have to know! Y/n-Chan, tell me!" Toru whined, leaning down to lay his head on my shoulder with a pout, staring up at me with puppy eyes.

"Nuh-uh," I shook him off, backing up towards the locker rooms, "just finish practice. Then you can have your present.".

Mattsun and Makki kept snickering as I shot then a glare, Iwa shoving a ball into their hands and pushing them towards the court.

Toru continued to pout playfully, his eyes displaying his genuine curiosity as he picked up a ball heading back to practice.

Grabbing the bag from Kyotani, I thanked him again before rushing into the girls locker room.

*************************

I heard Coach call for last play, as I nervously adjusted my top. The outfit was not something you'd typically find in Japan; a small revealing blue bikini top decorated with rhinestones and feathers, a more conservative pair of boyshorts also bedazzled left my legs bare down to the heels strapped to my feet. Grabbing my hoodie, I threw it on quickly and peaked my head into the court.

"Coach, can I borrow Iwazumi please?" I called, getting a small wave and smile from Coach as he sent Iwa my way. Toru whined about Iwa coming to help instead of him but quickly shut up when Iwa smacked the back of his head.

I backed up behind the door, letting Iwa in.

"You ready?" He questioned, moving to grab the head piece I needed help putting on as I pulled the hoodie off. "You look great y/n, oikawa will love it."

I took a deep breath, sitting down to allow Iwa to place the headpiece in my hair, "I really hope so, otherwise I'll make a foul of myself." I twisted the bottom of my shorts in my fingers looking up at Iwa.

He smiled, gently squeezing my shoulder as he finished pinning the headpiece in place, "You'll do great. Practice should be done, I'll head out and get the music set up.".

I quickly got up, pulling Iwa into a hug, "Thank you for being my best friend, Iwa. Don't tell Makki I said that." I whispered, squeezing him tight.

"Always, your my best friend too. Don't yell Toru." He whispered back, causing me to giggle as I pulled back. He patted my arm and headed back into the court. Looking back only to give me a thumbs up signaling the rest of the team had cleared out and only my boys were left.

Taking a deep breath, my hand rested on the door handle as the music slowly began. I heard the maracas as Toru began questioning what was going on.

Opening the door, I stepped out, not looking out from behind the fans Makki and Mattsun were shaking, concealing my body.

"Y/n?" Toru questioned as the music's drums started to pick up. The beat dropped and Makki and Mattsun pulled back to reveal me, Toru's eyes widening at my outfit, cheeks going slightly pink.

All the birds of a feather

Do what they love most of all

We are the best at rhythm and laughter

That's why we love carnival

I stepped forward, walking towards him as my confidence grew. A smile making its way onto my face as Iwa shoved him back onto the bench when he tried to stand.

All the birds of a feather (oh, oh, oh)

Do what they love most of all (oh, oh, oh)

Moon and the stars, sun and guitars (oh, oh, oh)

My feet started to move with the music, the feathers and charms jingling with the music as I moved, singing along to the music.

Loving our life in the jungle (la-ia, la-ia)

Everything's wild and free (la-la ia, la-la ia)

Never alone 'cause this is our home

Magic can happen for real in Rio

Toru's face grew redder as I stopped in front of him, my body moving and dancing to the music. The bachata steps that I studied for hours on end when I found out Toru had been accepted to play in Argentina fresh in my mind. My boys cheering for me loudly as my smile grew with my confidence.

"Laya laya laya laya~ Laya laya laya laya laya laya laya laya~"

I panted as the song came to an end, my feet coming together in a stomped click. My smile so wide it kind of hurt but I just couldn't stop.

"You got accepted to play with Argentina!" I exclaimed, the boys breaking out into a cheer as Toru sat there slightly dazed.

I looked back and forth between him and the boys, as my breath started to calm down, "Toru?"

He blinked a few times before bursting out laughing, "I got accepted to play with Argentina!". He stood up, sweeping me off my feet causing me to giggle as he swung me around in his arms. "I got accepted!!!"

He finally set me down, drawing me in to a deep kiss, catching me off guard. I moaned quietly, leaning into his arms.

He pulled back, setting his forehead on mine, "I got in." He panted, "thank you, darling.".

"I hope you liked it. Iwa and the boys helped me plan it." I whispered, chewing on my lip softly as I stared up at him.

His eyes flickered to my lips, gently pulling my lip from between my teeth, "I loved it, sweetheart."

[that-one-xachster]

by saying something stupid like 'i love you'

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"I love you"

"What?"

"Nothing."

-> 3 times in which you try to tell him that you love him, but thats not how it goes

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can be taken for any character that you'd like, I was feeling a bit silly haha- might get back into writing

not sorry if this one shot sounds like a comedy show rather than fully angsty, I wrote it based on how I have interactions with people, so im not sorry cause I don't know how you interact with people. please dont come at me for it not sounding angsty or wtv GAAAA I SOUND RUDE LMFAO WHAT

not proofread!

[f/n] = friend's name

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"I love you."

"Huh?"

He looked up from your notebook, holding his pen, explaining the question in chemistry you didn't understand. He sat so close to you, your knees touching, making you feel like a man in the 1800s who just saw a woman's ankle.

You shook your head.

"Nothing."

He just shrugged and went back to explaining the problem to you, and you shifted your weight, resting your head in your palms.

You tapped your foot repeatedly against the table, listening to what he was explaining, before stopping him -

"Wait a second, isn't that the wrong step? You gotta restart-"

"Huh? What are you talking about- oh shit."

"See-"

"Yeah, funny story how about we both just go and ask [f/n]?"

"True. Do that, she's the smarter one."

"Smarter than you for sure."

"No, you're the most idiotic one out of all of us, shut up-"

"No can do-"

You two bickered back and forth until the class ended, never getting to ask [f/n].

Moments like these were what made you fall harder.

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"I love you."

He didn't even hear you this time. Of course he didn't, how would he? He was in the hall, talking to some other friends of his. You're not his only friend, you shouldn't be so selfish-

"Did you say something? Sorry, I was submitting this assignment."

The same friend mentioned before, [f/n] sat next to you in class. She was adamant that you had a thing for the guy, despite your multiple attempts to deny it. No way in absolute hell would you admit that you had a flimsy, silly, teensy little crush on him. No way.

"Nah, you can go back to that."

"I have a better idea, did you hear what happened this morning to-"

And she told you about some events that occurred in the morning, as if she were your personal newsletter. For free of course. She was the nerdy type, but had many friends and always knew what was up with the school, and of course she had to fill you in. You listened to her tell you about random fights, break ups, make ups, and people being stupid in general, enjoying the time you spend with your friend.

Sometimes a distraction is good right? Sometimes.

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"I love you."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No no no no- what? Repeat that."

"Dude, I said nothing-"

"Nuh uh, you keep mumbling random shit and won't tell me what it is bruh, spit it out."

"The hell you mean 'nuh uh'? Buddy you don't need to peek into everything I say, you see, im a verbal thinker hArDy hAr hAr-"

"..."

"..."

"....for the love of god never do that again."

"....yeah."

Akward silence engulfed you two. The teacher walked in after a few seconds, immediately starting the class.

Recovering from the past embarrassment, you whispered jokes to each other, poked each other with your pens, copied each other's notes when you couldn't finish writing them in time, and got caught laughing too much for a joke, but hey.

At least he didn't hear you mumble another soft, barely audible, "I love you."

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| ennoshita, atsumu, OIKAWA, tendou, hanamaki (hear me out), kirishima, denki (hmo), SERO, honenhuki, muramatsu (a very big hmo), + anyone else you'd like! these were the ones I thought of lol |

hope you enjoyed <3

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bonus ! funny little smidgen- well funny to me lmao

"Do you have the answers for math?" "I thought you did." "..." "..." "Ok- ok well I did half at home, I'll just do the other half now-" "Hold up- which half did you do?" "The first, why?" "Goddammit, I did the first too." "We're screwed?" "We're screwed."

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[seijohsorbet]

hc i can't get out my head (mostly about yahaba)

Yahaba is friends with tachi, goshiki and shiribu and pisses oikawa off.

Much to Oikawa's displeasure, Yahaba is Makki and Mattsuns Kid (along with watari. And oikawa is yahaba's aunt that spoils him way to much like way to much

daisuga's kid looks alot like ennoshita, like it's strange.

Yahaba and iwaizumi

Ennoshita was yamaguchi's gay awaking. That's how he realizied that he like tsukkishima.

[abductsanxiety]

I originally wanted to color the first few makkis I drew but I kept on drawing more instead of doing so

[lavenderthe8]

haikyuu!! edm artists

i go to a lot of raves and this is an idea ive been poking at for awhile so enjoy xx

sugawara

melodic bass

think: seven lions, trivecta

literally the sweetest DJ everrrrr

when he plays festivals, he never goes to the fan meet and greets

likes to walk around instead and meet his fans face to face (and he never wants them to pay money to see him)

is always fighting with the ticket companies to lower the ticket prices for his fans

also, is an avid kandi kid

literally was making full on rotating cuffs at like age twelve

he loves to collab with other artists, although he just can’t get behind hardstyle or dnb

he went to a warehouse rave like one time when he was in university, and just never went back again (it scared him a little bit)

yamaguchi actually sings a lot of the vocals for his songs, too

and of course, anyone that went to karasuno gets free tickets for lifeeeee

and ofc hinata always shows up to a few of suga’s shows, usually four or five a year

makki (and mattsun)

trap

think: troyboi, alison wonderland

literally just started remixing songs together in high school for the parties that oikawa would throw and it kinda just spiraled from there

started to just fuck around and do his own thing, and after awhile he stopped remixing and just started to make his own beats

actually stopped it for a long time after he graduated high school

kinda forgot about it before he heard that kyoutani had become pretty famous off his edm music

so he decided to go back and start playing around with it again

started releasing his songs, and eventually he got to open at a super small show near him

just like blew up after that

mattsun (and makki)

hardstyle

think: gammer, headhunterz

same thing with makki, DJing was not really at the top of his priority list, like, ever

he played around with makki’s mixer a lot when they were in school together, but he never really gave it much thought

makki was crashing at his place for a bit, and he mentioned that he was playing a show near them, so mattsun decided to tag along

literally fucking FELL in love with makki’s set, and immediately wanted to learn how to make songs too

they worked at it for awhile, and eventually mattsun found a type of edm that he really enjoyed making

started collabing almost immediately after, and got like a massive amount of fans really quickly

also, their visuals are like so silly

(lots of shrek and whatever stupid shit that’s been viral that week)

kyoutani also refuses to play shows with them because makki and mattsun have so many bad pictures of him from high school that they use on their merch and promotion videos and stuff

kyoutani

dubstep (duh)

think: subtronics, wooli

come on, you know this boy loves dubstep

as far as headbangers go, kyoutani gets whiplash at literally every show he goes to

super into edm growing up, and he always knew that he wanted to be a DJ

he bought himself a cheap starter kit in high school and from then on his career was pretty much set in stone

pretty bad at promoting himself, most of his social media literally was just him pointing at the camera and bopping his head along to one of his own tracks

but he DOES have a really big following

mostly because people would fall in love with him when they saw him playing a set (can you blame them?)

picks up A LOT of girls because of it

also, oikawa never lets him live it down, but kyoutani doessss have to give him credit for his DJ name lol

really wants to collab with kenma one day (it’s in the works, don’t worry)

and no comment on the makki and mattsun merch, although he does buy a new shirt every time they drop one with his face on it

tendou

techno

think: space 92, hi-lo

tendou was going to underground raves since he started high school idcidc

the music helped him focus soooo much, he would literally listen to it when he was studying

he even used it to fall asleep sometimes

after graduation when semi joined his band, tendou would tag along to the studio with him

eventuallyyyy he learned how to produce rock music, and then he started making his own beats

he also doesn’t really take inspiration from other artists, which is cool

just hears the track in his head and BOOM — he makes it into a song

doesn’t really have a following, he just plays when and where he can

but people love his energy, so he always has a good sized crowd watching him

atsumu

bass house

think: space laces, ac slater

experimented with a lot of different sounds before he finally found something that fit

eventually though, he fell in love with the dancing more than he did the actual music

he would go to shows to try and find inspo and would end up watching the ravers more than he would the actual DJ’s

eventually learned how to rave shuffle, and that’s when he realized that bass house was his calling

when he was playing a set and looked out to the crowd, it made him sooooo happy to see people dancing to his music

is also the type of DJ to call out 1… 2… 1, 2, 3, 4 before every fucking drop

it made osamu so mad when they were playing a show together

he also only listens to house music, even on his off days

so when he can’t find any new music to listen to, he just makes his own

has a really big following, but definitely wants to push himself and start headlining at festivals one day

suna

drum and bass

think: subsonic, noisia

prettiest DJ award goes to suna

he just knows exactly how to read the crowd

is very good at knowing the vibe and matching what the crowd wants

also, is just very beautiful

but his sets are always, like, super weird

lots of really experimental sounds and his visuals are like… scary? in a way

so his music definitely isn’t for everyone

has more of a cult following than anything, but he doesn’t care much about being in the spotlight

he plays edm because HE likes it, he could give a fuck what anyone else thinks

is also never seen without a beanie on

it’s sort of a game to his fans — “take a picture of suna without his fucking hat on”

(they never can)

osamu

midtempo bass

think: rezz, kloud

doesn’t have flashy visuals or lasers or anything like that

gets criticized a lot because some people say that his shows are “boring”

but his true fans know that’s not true

osamu is there to play music! he isn’t there to put on a light show

has a really big group of fans that are ride or die for him — a lot of them say that if you’ve never been to one of his sets, you’re not a real raver

sort of a staple DJ in the “sober rave” community

is super supportive of his fans, and he even has a link on his website for people to send in their own personal stories about what it’s like to be a sober raver

also HATES to collab with other people that he doesn’t know, it’s hard for him to understand their vision

which is why he usually only collabs with atsumu

also, is known for not saying a word during his shows

he walks on, plays some music, and walks off (and people love him for it)

kenma

progressive house

think: acivii, zedd

biggest DJ of his generation

like, let me just make it clear, kenma is very very famous

he doesn’t really care about the spotlight though

he just loves to play music

doesn’t interact with his fans much, kuroo runs all of his social media because he knows that kenma gets overwhelmed a lot with stuff like that

for the most part though, his fans are super respectful

kenma headlines at the same festivals every year, and he consistently sells out shows at massive venues

feels truly happy when he is DJing

one of his fans sent him a pair of cat ears that they made, and kenma wears them to almost every show he plays

has never actually been to a rave himself

takes a lot of inspiration from very early edm artists

just makes people really happy with his music

honorable mentions

akaashi

designs all of kenma’s merch

usually never attends the shows, he and kenma just have a sort of working relationship where kenma vaguely describes what he wants, and akaashi fulfills his request

does sit through every video that bokuto shows him after a rave, though

he also doesn’t have any social media for himself, he created an account literally to promote kenma

also, says he hates edm, but kenma is his number one spotify artist every year??

bokuto sees through his lies (and is taking him to a rave in a few months)

akaashi says that he isn’t excited (but he actually really is)

kiyoomi

atsumu’s manager

is so good about keeping him on track with scheduling and stuff

“omi, can we go get ice cream?” — “no, atsumu, sound check is in ten minutes.”

is sooooo good about keeping atsumu hydrated

this boy does not drink water, like ever

so omi has literally stopped his set before only to make atsumu down a bottle of water

atsumu ALWAYS dedicates his sets to kiyoomi

and kiyoomi secretly loves him for it

iwaizumi and oikawa

complete rave baes

oikawa’s entire social media presence is: volleyball, volleyball, rave, rave, rave, iwaizumi, iwaizumi at a rave, volleyball

it was actually iwaizumi’s idea to wear matching shoes to their first ever rave

the tradition never stopped

iwaizumi will complain that oikawa takes too many pictures of them during shows but he will also post every single picture of them together

one of oikawa’s “essential” items at a rave is a custom pashmina he had made with a picture of kyoutani sleeping

(they love to torture this poor boy)

will be rave dads one day — it’s canon

[ywaizvmi]

please do not separate my seijoh4 🥺

[cottonlemonade]

Can i get a medium hot chocolate to go for hanamaki? I know he’d be all silly with it too, asking what size pussy you got for the night or day pads (he knows what to pick. He just saw the meme on his phone and thought it would be funny to do it for real). But he’d come tumbling home with a bunch of your favorite food in hand ;~; + his favorite cream puffs from the café down the road. I feel very normal about him.

When You’re On Your Period

request: fluffy, boyfriend Makki when you’re on your period

“Pain…“

“Pain?“

“And suffering…“

“I appreciate the update, babe, but I‘m working on fixing it.“

“Hurry please…“, you whimper on the other end of the line.

“Because of the pain.“

“And the suffering!“

“Gotcha.“

“Thank you!“

“You‘re very welcome. - So, is now a bad time to make a joke about what size you need?“

“Hiro!“

“Pain and suffering, got it. Love you!“

He quickly hung up, readjusting the armful of supplies as he waited for his turn at the cash register. Having spent his life with two sisters he knew exactly what you needed of course. So he got you your comfort brands of hygiene products, medicine, tea and snacks. He even threw in a couple of portable heating packs for good measure, in case you wanted to starfish somewhere a power cord couldn’t reach.

The guy in front of him seemed to be on a similar mission and the two boys shared a sympathetic bready smile.

“I’m back!”, he called when he opened the door. The excited pat pat pat of your naked feet on the wooden floor could be heard and a moment later you hurried around the corner, bundled in a blanket. With wise foresight he had already rummaged for the painkillers first, holding the packet out to you. Offering a grateful smile, you took them and waddled to the kitchen for a glass of water.

He followed, shuffling in his slippers and watched you gulp down the medicine.

Then you slowly sank to the floor holding your middle. He joined you, pulling you into a hug and snaking his arms under the blanket to rub your soft tummy in order to relieve some of the pain a little faster.

Opening a bag of sour gummies he dangled a piece in front of your mouth until you opened up to snatch it. It felt like having a particularly dramatic snapping turtle for a girlfriend. He kissed your cheek and fed you one more, touched when you reached for the bag yourself to offer him one. Although he knew better, he ate it and pulled a face to make you laugh. You snuggled up against him more, your back pressed against his chest. For a while you cuddled on the kitchen floor of your apartment, then your eyes fell onto a large rectangular box on the kitchen counter.

“Did you go and buy cream puffs?”

“Of course.”

“Why?”

“Because they’re excellent to cheer someone up.”

“Hiro, they’re your favorites.”

“So you’re telling me you don’t want any?”

Silence. Then chubby hands grew from the blanket bundle making grabby motions toward the box.

“No no, gimme.”, you said quietly.

a/n: thank you for the request ^^ this is excellently synced with my very own pain and suffering so this was just what I needed 🌟

[haikyu-mp4]

♥︎ aoba johsai

back to masterlist

✪ marks my favourite for that character

Hanamaki Takahiro

At your service

Iwaizumi Hajime

Classroom duty ✪

Lucky misunderstanding

Vexing

An assortment of babysitters

Cooling down

Kunimi Akira

Saving up

Kyotani Kentaro

A little courage ✪

Glad you're here

Matsukawa Issei

Nice to look at

Hey now ✪

Like the wind

A light in the dark

Oikawa Tooru

Unusual affection ✪

You can have my number

Anyone else but you

Back for you

Sharing a heart – drabble

Stepping up

February, part 2

Gorgeous

An Olympic medal in pettiness

The enemy of my enemy

Reunion, part 2

[sugarwarachan]

random horny thoughts about hq men - seijoh + nekoma edition

CHARACTERS: mattsun, iwaizumi, makki, oikawa, kuroo, kenma, shohei CWS: nsfw, smut, all characters 18+, knife play, implied d/s undertones to a lot of these, toxic relationship elements, cheating/cucking if you squint, corruption kink, oral (f!receiving), bondage, spit kink NOTES: continue to enjoy my gross thoughts as i pull myself out of whatever writer's block hell i'm in. thank you to the anon who suggested shohei's - i accidentally deleted it i'm so sorry 😀

mattsun loves knife play. the idea of cutting your tights away from your body, tracing the knife ever so gently up the inside of your thigh before rippppp the metal tears through like butter. the flash of fear and unbridled lust in your eyes bricks him up instantly. he slots his thigh between yours and presses the flat of the blade ever so gently against your thrumming pulse. "ready to play, angel?"

iwaizumi finds out your ex never made you cum and makes it his personal mission to give you as many orgasms as possible. his fingers, tongue, dick, thighs, he wants to get you off in every way possible and erase that idiot’s ineptitude from your brain. “you cum so easily, baby. the fuck was your ex talking about?”

makki loves when you talk back. it’s foreplay for him to take you out somewhere nice and relentlessly tease you all night, each of you trading good-natured barbs that run just a little bit nasty (he likes when you’re mean, what can he say). there’s always a line, though, and when you cross it, his hand grips the back of your neck hard enough to stop you short. "I think we should go home, don't you?"

oikawa is prone to toxic situationships that always result in hurt feelings (his own). he sees you out with other guys and it actually boils his blood to the point where he’s calling you, whining about how you don’t make time for him anymore, and when you come over, he fucks you face down on the mattress to remind you that he’s the only one who knows how to make you cum the way you like

he’s super embarassed about it, but kuroo has a little bit of a corruption kink. like the first time he goes down on you and you get all blushy and embarassed - he’s hard as a rock. soothes you with soft kisses on your neck and stomach as he tells you how beautiful you look, how good you are just for him. he’s gentle in how he eats but he’s determined to make you as crazy for him as he is for you

kenma is lazy this kenma is lazy that - kenma finds out how much you like to be tied up and learns everything he can about bondage play. he buys a dummy to practice on (kuroo absolutely loses his mind over this), he watches tutorials, boy is dedicated to finding out how to make you cum this way. when this skinny streamer guy asks you out, you have no idea you’re gonna be roped into a bondage belt with a happy strap grazing over your clit as you sob into his arms (but you're not complaining)

your first impression of shohei is that he’s never known the touch of a woman but HOO BOY were you wrong. this man is a FREAK between the sheets. you can’t believe that the mild-mannered dude who barely says a word forces your mouth open so he can spit directly onto your tongue. by the time he’s done with you, you’re fucked out of your skull, covered in scratches, hickies, and cum, and being asked if you want to order taco bell

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