Aomine and gf have break up sex, he tries to remember every inches of her body and everything about her. He's going to States to being a pro and don't think long distance relationship would work.. thanks. I love your writing 😙

NSFW! Its like you guys ask me to hurt my own heart with these sad scenarios…

Your voices synced together in pleasure every time. Each time you finished, the pants matched and soothed down at the same time. There wouldn’t be a complaint when one wanted to go again. It was almost perfect.

Almost.

As you’re trying to regain some strength, Aomine’s lips are against your hips. He’s softly kissing every part of your skin there is from the hips to the rib cages underneath your breasts.

“D-Daiki, wait,” you mumbled with a knuckle over your lips. Aomine’s hands began to slide in between your thighs as he continued to kiss just a part of your breasts.

Aomine looked up to you just as his hands reached your wet lips. You moaned at the touch, anticipating his lips next against your breast. “Do you want to waste time?”

His soft voice and breath just brushed over your nipple, making it harden again. Before you could even shake your head, Aomine’s tongue and mouth played with your nipple. You yelped a moan to the sudden touch. It only became louder throughout Aomine’s room when his fingers slid into you. It was only two fingers, but you were still sensitive from moments ago, when you two had just finished.

“D-Daiki, the other one,” you insisted, turning your head, trying to stifle your excitement from the pleasure.

Aomine hummed once he put your other nipple into his mouth. The vibrations only made it all feel better when his tongue circled your nipple. He added another finger inside of you as he played with your insides to become wetter. Making the pleasure even more intense, he took your hardened nipples between his teeth, the other being pinched with his other hand.

“Ah! Daiki, I-!”

The pleasure was too much. It was such a tease. You wanted the real thing, and so did Aomine.

With your minds in sync, Aomine slid his fingers out of you and began to kiss you from your breasts all the way to your lips. But it was so slow, each kiss placed on your body. His hands glided against your hips and along your sides as his lips travelled up. You felt his hardened cock get comfortable in between your legs. Not that you complained. It was a tease to have it flat against your wet entrance.

As Aomine kissed the outlines of your jaw, your arms wrapped around his back and you held his neck. “Daiki, weren’t you the one saying we shouldn’t waste time?”

Your eyes widened when Aomine slowly met yours. His eyes were glistening. Quickly, Aomine shifted to your neck and kissed it over and over again until he was to your ear.

“Daiki, I’m sorry, I-“

“Shut up,” Aomine’s voice was low and deep in his throat. As he placed a soft kiss behind your ear, you felt his hand at the base of his cock, guiding it into your entrance. You let out a relieved gasp to feel his tip against your clit and sliding into your entrance. “Just… I’m trying not to forget anything.”

Suddenly, Aomine slammed himself into you, a loud moan echoing throughout the house now and a deep groan coming deep from Aomine’s throat. And he didn’t waste any time once he was in you. Aomine’s hips moved faster and dug deeper into you when he could. He wanted to fill every inch of you and feel every area of your body.

Aomine didn’t want to forget. But it was still hard to… To look you in the eyes. The situation would feel too real. He couldn’t lift himself up to look at you while he heard your moans. As much as he wanted to see the face you made for him, Aomine couldn’t handle it.

Suddenly, as Aomine slowed his pace, you lifted his face from your neck to over your face. Aomine tried to fight it, but as soon as he looked into your eyes, he saw it too.

You were crying. He didn’t want to say it because he felt it too. So he didn’t fight it when you brought his face to your lips. His pace got quicker entering you as your tongues wrapped around each other, tasting one another one last time.

Aomine gripped onto your hips as your walls tightened on him. It was so soon. He could go again. He wanted to go again. Aomine didn’t want this to end. But it had to.

But Aomine felt your thigh push his sides, trying to get him to fall over. As he broke the kiss to stop and look down at your leg, your hand pushed his cheek gently to look at him. As your crying eyes met his glistening ones, Aomine kissed your lips lightly, understanding.

Your bodies rolled over in the bed, Aomine now sitting against the wall and your body perfectly aligned on top and in front of him. No time was wasted as you rolled your hips over Aomine. You didn’t mean to but you glanced at the clock. It was almost time.

Noticing your attention somewhere else, Aomine grabbed onto your hips and pushed himself into you deeper. “Fuck, just-“ He did it again as you continued moan out the pleasures. “Just look her.”

You listened and held onto Aomine’s shoulders, rolling your hips faster. Aomine’s hands travelled to your breasts, cupping them as his mouth played with them. Your back arched, stuffing more of your breasts into his hands and mouth. The walls clasped onto Aomine’s pulsing cock, getting ready to be filled. It wanted to be filled, you wanted to feel the pleasure over and over again.

“Daiki, I’m going to cum,” you moaned, your pants getting the better of you.

As you look down to Aomine, he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. As his hips pushed deeper into you as you rolled faster, you didn’t say anything about your chest becoming wet.

“Fuck, ____, I’m cumming,” Aomine warned as your movement went faster.

“Daiki, Daiki,” you panted as you both wrapped your arms around one another tighter and harder.

With one last push, Aomine exploded into you with a groan of pleasure coming deep from his throat. You latched onto him, a high pitched moan coming from your mouth and next to Aomine’s ear. As your high was coming to an end, both your held breaths released and became pants.

Just as Aomine took himself from out of the crook of your neck, you shook your head. Your tears wouldn’t stop as you held onto him tighter. He got it. But he was crying too, and he just… Aomine wanted this to be as perfect as he could. For the both of you.

“Oi,” Aomine said quietly. You shook your head a bit faster but when Aomine cupped your face gently, he brought your lips to his. As your lips pressed, your tears rolled over his hands, but he wiped them away with his thumbs gently. Slowly, your lips parted and your foreheads rested against each other. “I love you, okay?”

You nodded as your nose sniffled the tears. “I love you too, Daiki. I love you so much.”

As the members called their flight, Momoi looked around one last time. She knew you wouldn’t be allowed here, but there was hope you would make it in time to say goodbye. “We’re really not going to wait for ____?”

“We broke up last night,” Aomine informed as he stood up. He jumped a little to have his duffel bag land comfortably on his shoulder.

“What?!” Momoi snapped her head shocked.

Before Momoi could argue, Aomine walked to the members and gave his ticket. He knew what Momoi was going to say. He knew what she was going to argue. And… Aomine just didn’t want to hear. Because he already knew.

Long distance could work out, but… You didnt deserve to be put through that. America and Japan had a time difference too vast for Aomine to have energy enough to stay up and just talk. You had work and school. When would you two even be able to talk?

Aomine and you were in love but with long distance, it just didn’t seem fair to put you through that when you didn’t deserve to be in pain. Just waiting for Aomine. Hoping to talk. Aomine’s chest burned at the thought that he couldn’t be there with you.

As Aomine sat in his seat aboard the plane, Momoi wasn’t too far behind. “Dai-chan, wait!”

“Shut up, Satsuki, it’s-“

“Are you sure this is okay?! I mean, you’re only going for a year and then you guys could maybe move in or-“

“Of course it’s not okay,” Aomine snapped. His eyes were wide with frustration. But as people turned to Aomine and Momoi frightened, he sighed and put on his hood. “It’s not okay. But… I’m not going to be the jerk who puts ____ through that. I just… I love her. I don’t want her to get hurt because I chose this.”

“Dai-chan…” Momoi trailed off. “But don’t you think she’s hurting over this?”

No, shit. But Aomine wont tell Momoi how the two of you stayed up all night crying in one another’s arms.

“She’ll be okay,” Aomine lied. Because he wasn’t doing okay, even though he promised you he would.

I need someone to hurt Tetsu. Since you said you're welcome to noncon scenarios I need some of that in my life with yandere Momoi / Aomine. Tetsu has a fem s/o and somehow she get in the mix of things while momoi pursues testsu. Aomine has a thing for the s/o so idk angst, make it dark, non-con, maybe they break in and things happen to both kuroko and so. dont b afraid to wirte anything youwant just yandere momoi and aomine noncon

Sory forgot to put nsfw for yandere aomine and Momoi with kuroko and s-o

Oh boy, so it begins. 

I forgot i had this one in my request box, thus for i forgot to warn everyone that it’s not just Dabi, and Hanamiya for the hardcore non-con. 

FOR THIS LAST BIT!!!! NUH-UH! I ALMOST STOPPED! Because dammit! As i was writing the last bit, Sadness and sorrow started playing on my youtube! 

For those of you who don’t know, ITS A VERY SAD SOUNDTRACK FROM NARUTO. 

I hope this was angsty and dark enough for you! I tried my best! If there are errors i will go back over this when i wake up! I have 52 requests still and i want to get as many as i can done so i can reopen the request box! xoxoxo Love you, enjoy the read my berry xoxo

WARNING: HxC NON-CON ~ ANGST ~ NOT HAPPY ENDING ~ TRIGGERS ~ PLEASE SKIP IF SENSITIVE ~ KIWI WILL NOT BE MAD IF YOU SKIP

“Ohayo gozaimasu Tetsu-chan!” There you were, with that heart warming smile that could cure cancer, too bad it couldn’t cure a broken leg. You jump on the side of Tetsuya’s hospital bed snaking your arms around his neck planting a sweet kiss on his cheek as he places his right arm on your back. “Ohayo gozaimasu, it’s really early you should still be sleeping _____.”

You only shook your head, “I couldn’t sleep all night! It’s hard sleeping without you curled up behind me, Tetsu! Hurry Up and heal please. We both miss you lots.” Right on cue, Nigou pops out of your small duffle bag to jump on Kuroko’s lap as he lays in the hospital bed. “See… We both miss you a lot.” Kuroko continued to stroke Nigou as you spoke to him. “Tetsu… I did think of something that would encour-” You were rudely interrupted as the curtain went flying revealing and smiling Momoi.

“Tetsu-kun! I’ve brought those meds of yours to take!” She was skipping over to him, in her hands his pain meds.

‘Out of all the hospitals why did she have to work here…’ Deep in thought, Nigou had awoken you from them as he growled the minute Momoi got closer to the pair of you.

“Awh, don’t worry Tetsu number two, I’m here to make daddy feel better.” She gathered the pills placing them in Kuroko’s hand… The way she emphasized “Daddy” really got under your skin, and it seemed to have gotten under Kuroko’s as well, “Momoi. Please don’t say such vulgar things.” Nigou barked in agreeance.

“I’m only teasing, Tetsu-kun!” She placed her hand on his shoulder, only for a second when she realized you were staring directly at her. “I’ll be back later with the rest of your meds, byee.”

As she left the room you pulled back the curtain, doing so you noticed the empty bed a few feet away, hoping it stays that way so you and Kuroko can have some alone time as he stayed here.

“Now! As i was saying!-” You cleared your throat before continuing on, a hint of pink tinting your cheeks, “An-anyway… I did think of something that would encourage you to heal a lot faster Tetsu.” Gathering up Nigou in your arms you placed him on the empty chair “Stay.”

“What exactly is that, ____.” Kuroko gave you his signature smile, god how could one male be so precious you thought.

Jerking his covers back leaning into him whispering “Why don’t i just show you, Tetsu.”

You began kneading his cock through his pants, his face flushed red as he watched your hand make work of his cock. “___-chan, what if a nurse comes back.” You looked up at him with those big bright (e/c) eyes. He could see how much you wanted to do this for him, there was a need in your eyes. You needed to do this.

Taking his hard cock out of his pants you swirl your tongue all around the very tip of his cock before sticking it inside your mouth, tasting the evidence of his arousal. His pre-cum had leaked all the way down his shaft, which only heighted your arousal. Sucking his cock was magnificent, first you led, and then he would lead. Taking turns on lead his arousal grew as did his voice. A sign that he too was enjoying this. 

He loved how your lips looked around his shaft, pumping your face making you gag as you strained to take more of him. Looking up at him, the sunsetting gave your face a warm glow, your eyes sparkled as you made eye contact with him. You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, adding an extra stimulation. Jacking him off as you sucked him off, he was slick from your saliva. Your tongue dancing on his cock as your lips glided up and down his length, your hands pumping following your lips. It became too much for Kuroko. “__-___-chan… I- This is going to make me-”  With a low groan he exploaded, gush after gush, salty seman erupted into your mouth. You swallowed quickly, his cock still pulsing and throbbing even as his final drops leaked onto your tongue.

Pulling your mouth from his cock, a string of saliva following from his cock. With one last swallow you crawled up next to the man you loved, “How was that? Was that enough encouragement for you to heal faster.”

“Ah, more than enough. It had a lot of love behind it, ____-chan. I promise to heal faster so i can come home to you.” He placed his hand on the side of you head, pulling you in closer as you and him both closed your eyes.

As you both drifted off to sleep it was not to your knowledge that someone was lurking in the shadows behind the curtain.

“Dai-chan… I need your help with something… You remember ____-____, right? The girl you used to be obsessed with…  What if i told you that you could have her for a night… And that there would be no consequences. That’s right, no consequences. I’ll turn off all the cameras in the hospital. Why? Well because, i figured it would only be fair if you got what you wanted while i was getting what i wanted. Okay see you tomorrow night.” Hanging up her phone, Momoi peeked into Kuroko’s room. You had left for the night, which meant Momoi could prepare everything for tomorrow.

The next morning had arrived, and you were more than ready to see your beloved. What you weren’t more than ready for was to see the bed next to Kuroko had been occupied with someone… What you really weren’t ready for though, is seeing who was in the bed… Aomine Daiki. He was once a childhood friend of yours until later down the road he developed feelings for you. They had gotten so strong that he would constantly try to get you alone, till one day Kuroko saw what he was trying to do. Your knight had stepped in defending you, later on you followed Kuroko to the same High School.

“Oi, look who it is. The lovely _____-____. Long time no see, this is quite the coincidence isn’t it?” Aomine smirked at you with preying eyes.

“___-chan.” Kuroko startled you, even though he was in his bed he was completely ghost like still.

“Ah come on, Tetsu. Let us catch up for a bit. I promise to be nice and gentl-”

“____-chan, come here for a moment.” Kuroko’s eyes were furious, he knew this was no coincidence and he knew something was up. The ruthlessness in his eyes made you stagger  to his bed.

“Pull the curtain so it’s just us, please.”

Doing as you were told with trembling hands, you had never seen Kuroko so upset. This look on his face was scarier than the time he went up against the Kirisaki team.

“Go home, ____.” There was nothing warm about his demand. He was serious.

“But I can’t just leav-”

“Go. I don’t like this one bit, or trust it. Please. Leave.” He placed both his hands on one of your trembling ones, “Come back tomorrow, but for now. Please go home, ___-chan. Go home to Nigou. Besides, i’m feeling pretty drowsy anyway, and i don’t think you want to sleep anymore. I love you, ____.” He placed a small kiss on your hand before letting go, indicating it was truly time for you to leave.

Opening back up the curtains you saw that Aomine was still there on the other bed, smiling, “See ya later… _____-____.”

It was night, and the smell of rubbing alcohol had awoken Kuroko. His eyes shot open to find a topless Momoi on top of him. Kuroko at the same time of protesting tried to shoot up from his bed, but a ball gag had cut his words off, and straps had stop his movements.

“Wakey wakey, Tetsu-kun” The lecherous gaze said everything, Momoi was fully prepared for what she was about to do. “Isn’t this great, Tetsu-kun. It’s finally just the two of us. We finally get to be together after all this time.” Her finger trailed down the side of his face as she spoke with pure lust.  Kuroko moved the side of his face so she would stop. His words muffled.

“Hmm? What’s that? You feel bad because, ____ isn’t here… What are you talking about, Tetsu-kun… She’s right here.” Reaching over never leaving his bed, Momoi pulled back his curtain.

There across from Kuroko, you were pinned down by Aomine on the other bed. You were struggling, you had no straps, no ball gag, no clothes, your entire body quivering as tears stained your once radiant face.

Kuroko began to wrestle around, his eyes shut tight as he used all his strength to break free… but it was futile, there was no way out of this. He knew what was to come, he didn’t care that it was about to happen to the both of you, simply just you he cared about. He could live on with what was about to happen, but he didn’t know if you would be able to… “Te-tetsu… pl- please, don’t let this hap-happen…”  Your voice was low, but the terror in it was loud enough. A despairing tear rolled down his cheek.

Kuroko saw Aomine reach up pinching your nipples hard and when you squeal and try to push him off of you, Aomine hauls back, slapping you across the face. It immediately silences you as he reaches again savagely pinching your nipple again. “Awh, look at you, _____. Pretending you don’t like this treatment.” Aomine laughed at his own words. “I thought good girls like you liked rough play.” Aomine released you nipple and began caressing your breast as his other hand holds you down.

Momoi continued to straddle Kuroko, “Look how good they are for one another, Tetsu-kun. I don’t think they would want us missing out on any fun.” Kuroko was so focused on you he didn’t even realize Momoi was lowering herself on to him. “Don’t worry, when you were asleep i gave you something to keep you nice and hard. So don’t worry about going soft.”

Kuroko froze in disbelief. This woman was insane.

Momoi was so wet, here she was about to fuck the man of her dreams. Plowing down on him she sank down so his cock could fill her up completely. “Ah! Tetsu! You’re so much bigger than i imagine! How could you waste this on her.”

You saw Momoi slam herself up and down on Kuroko, his cock going in and out of her as her juices covered his entire length. The tears never ending for the both of you. Aomine see’s the tears streaming down your face and he chortles unkindly. Pulling your hair Aomine turns your body around, his cock pressing against your entrance, “First your cunt then your ass, got it babe?” You shook your head violenting until Aomine grabs your throat, squeezing it hard. He squeezes harder as you thrash wildly beneath him. “Studdorn like always.” Without warning Aomine slams into you at a punishing pace, stretching you wide blood begins to slide down your leg. You quiver as he fucks you harder and harder, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin while he breaks you.

You can’t tell if it’s your body betraying you slowly or the blood from your entrance, but you can feel your insides become slick. Mingling with your horrified moans, Aomine grunts and groans. Yanking your hair, Aomine turns your face so you are looking at Kuroko, “Tetsu this is how you treat a woman.”

Kuroko and you both gave in, neither of you could save one another. Kuroko looked away, not being able to take watching Aomine slam himself into you anymore. You continued to watch Momoi buck her hips and she made Kuroko’s bed shake, her tongue hanged from her mouth, her saliva reaching her neck as her tits bounced around as she fucks Kuroko.

Aomine reaches around to play with your clit, lightly tugging and pulling, rubbing you faster while he inserts a finger and then a second into your ass. Your body betrayed you, “Te-Tetsu! Pl-Please!” Your orgasm takes over against your will, Aomine’s breath hot on your back.

Incensed by your cries Aomine becomes a savage beast, holding on to your nipples as he fucks into you. His hips bruising your skin, his nails digging into your nipples hard enough they bleed. “Fuck, ____. You’re going to make me cum.” Pouring himself into your unprotected pussy, his fingernails digging into your nipples as he cums.

Your eyes were shut, but you could hear the moans of Momoi, she too was at her point.

Playing with her tits, Momoi bounces uncontrollably on Kuroko’s cock, “Tetsu-kun, don’t hold it. I know you want to cum. I can feel it. Let the drug take control.”  Slamming down on him Momoi’s leg shoot as she screams, “Tetsu-kun I love you so much!” Even though Kuroko was using all his might to hold it back he couldn’t, the drug finally overpowered him, his own orgasm shaking him as his cums deep within Momoi.

After two hours of non-stop agonizing horror, Momoi and Aomine finally took their leave. Leaving you and Kuroko,  Aomine’s cum dripped out of you, your cunt filled to the brim. Kuroko continued to struggle, trying to get to you. Finally the strap broke loose. Rushing out of the bed, Kuroko landed on his face, his legs paralyzed from the drug still.

Crawling on the ground, Kuroko was determined to reach you.

Reaching the bed, Kuroko lifted himself up with the support of the bed, “____! ____!” Extending out to you, Kuroko touched your shoulder… but you moved away from your loves touch. Curling into a ball flinching, you mustered up what little voice you had left… “Stay away! Let Tetsu go! Please, don’t hurt me anymore. Please, I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt my Tetsu…”

Kuroko sank back to the floor, they had shattered you, your mind, spirit, everything. They took it all away from you. You were unable to recognize Kuroko’s touch, his voice… his warmth.

Kuroko sat on the ground next to your bed, his head cloudy with rage, gripping onto his head leaning down he screams. All he can do is remember the last time he saw your smile, the last time he heard your cheerful voice, and the last time he felt your warmth.

~Admin Kiwi xo

lol is there a limit? nah Idc cause u love me. anyway. I want a cute one w murasakibara 😭 ❤️ and cough cough aomine if ur up to it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) nsfw sfw don't matter

I think I have fallen in love with Aomine more now… And I blame you @jonin-goddess .

Aomine’s part is NSFW but Murasakibara’s input will not be. After Murasakibara’s part, Aomine’s will be under the cut due to it being NSFW!

Murasakibara

“Murasakibara-kun, you have to put the sunblock on. You’ll get sunburnt if you don’t,” you pouted as you held out the sunblock to your stubborn lover.

Murasakibara sat in the shade underneath the umbrella as he slid off his shirt from grabbing the back of his shirt and tugged over his head. His head popped out then he slowly looked over at you. You stiffened underneath Murasakibara’s stare.

“M-Murasakibara…-kun?” you tried again slowly. You leaned closer and noticed his eyes travel as you moved.

“____-kun looks cute today,” Murasakibara mumbled to himself as he motioned for you to come closer to him.

“Ah? Okay,” you responded as you crawled over to Murasakibara. He scooted in closer towards the umbrella and shifted his legs wider so you could kneel in between them. “Here let me put this on you.”

“Yes, yes,” Murasakibara answered obediently, closing his eyes as you prepped the sunblock into your hands.

You shrieked at Murasakibara’s slightly chilly hands grasping right above your bikini, just along your hips. Your head snapped to his contact then back to his one eye peeking at you. “Y-You scared me!”

For some reason, Murasakibara opened his eyes to lock eyes with yours. He scooted his face closer, just staring into your eyes. Murasakibara’s face was closer than you were comfortable with, seeing as you two were on a public beach. There were plenty of people around to see the affection you two were displaying. At the realization, Murasakibara half smiled as your cheeks began to pink. Slowly, Murasakibara’s lips lightly pressed against yours. As quickly as the kiss was, when his lips left yours, Murasakibara remained a few inches away, smiling a little too delighted. You were obviously flustered from the way you dropped the sunblock and covered your reddened cheeks.

Murasakibara’s arms wrapped around your hips now as he rested his forehead against yours. “____-kun really looks cute today.”

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Hiii can I have prompt 15 with Iwaizumi Hajime? thanks so much I live for angst ❤

Thanks for participating Anon-chan! You know I live for my husband and the angst!!!

Iwaizumi stared at these doors that he’s met more than he would like. They were just glass doors that automatically slid open when you were three feet within its entrance. But they made him feel defeated like Iwaizumi was as powerless as an ant against a human’s foot. He sighed to the analogy as he walked into the hospital.

“Hello, Iwaizumi-san,” one of the younger nurses greeted with a smile when Iwaizumi made his way over to the desk.

Her smile flinched when she noticed Iwaizumi’s smile. It wasn’t his smile that made the nurse know it was a tough day. Iwaizumi had dark circles underneath his eyes as well as a slight puff to them. He was exhausted but Iwaizumi was still pushing through.

If you weren’t going to give up, neither could he. That was what Iwaizumi kept telling himself.

“Hi there,” Iwaizumi greeted at the front desk. He pulled out his ID card and handed it over to the nurse. She nodded with a slight smile as she entered in the information she needed to on the computer.

Iwaizumi could tell she noticed. He tried to make his look more… Natural? Whatever felt natural to him right now. But he knew this nurse. She was always bubbly, insisting on conversation. Whenever she didn’t make much to talk about, Iwaizumi knew it was because she didn’t want to stress him out. He appreciated it really. But Iwaizumi was too restless to do much about it.

Work was shit. The home was shit. Every day has become shit. Iwaizumi just wanted to see you.

After the nurse returned Iwaizumi’s ID card, he made his ways down the hallways, elevators, and doors. He’s been here for so long, day after day, that the staff was treating him like a regular. And Iwaizumi didn’t know how to take it. They were such a good staff, but he wished they had all met on different occasions.

“I’m back,” Iwaizumi greeted, more like sighed, as he opened your hospital door.

Iwaizumi revealed his true mood whenever he walked into the room. It was just you, the only person capable of bringing him to be his true self whenever you two were together. Even if you were in a coma. There was no way Iwaizumi could pretend with you, even if you still hadn’t woken up in a year.

The first thing Iwaizumi heard was the beeps of the machine indicating your heart was still beating. He stared at it, just watching. Iwaizumi then noticed the fresh pair of flowers set up in the vase next to your bedside. He couldn’t help but smile when he recognized them.

“Stupid, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi said to himself as he walked to the bedside table. His hand grabbed yours as he picked up the note left next to the flowers. “Ne, ____, Shittykawa left you a note.”

Iwaizumi brought the single cushion couch closer to your bedside so he won’t need to let go of your hand. After he got comfortable, he sat on the couch and picked up the note to read to you. “I told him to get you something less flashy since you won’t see it for awhile, but he kept bugging me. Said ‘This could be the bouquet she’ll wake up to! And you’ll come thanking me, Iwa-chan because I helped!’ or some crap like that,” Iwaizumi managed to chuckle a laugh. He looked over at you with a smile.

Iwaizumi wasn’t expecting your eyes to meet his. He wasn’t expecting the feeding tube shoved down your throat to be gone either. The bruises and scars on your face and neck have faded immensely since the accident. Iwaizumi grasped your hand tighter as his face struggled to keep his emotions in.

Nothing was changing. It was just as much the same progress as it was almost a year ago. As Iwaizumi unconsciously dropped Oikawa’s note onto the floor, he held your cold hand with both of his own, bringing it to his tear covered cheek.

Iwaizumi cried silently. As he shut his eyes tighter, trying to block out the beeps of the heart monitor and ignoring the cold in your hand, his silent cries became faster and more audible. “Don’t die on me– Please.”

hmm one more lol gwah. Matsukawa ❤️😭😭 he's daddy af. can I have a angst to fluffy one like hella happy ending can be nsfw or not it don't matter ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Temporarily back from hiatus? And for you??? Wow, you so inspo to me all da time ♡

This song was for you. Right from the first play on the drums Matsukawa played to Iwaizumi’s voice singing the sorrow filled lyrics while he struck the guitar’s strings to Hanamaki rhythmically playing the bass guitar to Oikawa’s fingers passionately hitting the notes on the keyboard, you knew. Iwaizumi looking right at you right after he looked back at Matsukawa was the cherry on top. Maybe you knew in that moment that Matsukawa had already asked the band if they could play this bittersweet song.

They knew what it meant to you and Matsukawa. They knew that the words would hit you harder than any volleyball you’ve taken from Matsukawa. They knew you could never hate this song like you could never hate Matsukawa.

You wondered if they knew you would cry. Matsukawa wondered if you could see him cry on stage while he played the drums too calm.

“Matsukawa, please wait!” you cried, quite ugly as well. But you didn’t care. He just couldn’t leave. Not without saying what you needed to.

Matsukawa froze in his steps. As soon as the last note played, he ran off stage. He didn’t even wait until the band finished saying their goodbyes. If he turned around now, Matsukawa would never stop crying.

“I thought it was a good way to say goodbye, ____,” Matsukawa lightly chuckled, quietly under his breath. He pulled his leather jacket’s zipped up collar to his chin before he turned to you.

Matsukawa was so stupid. He thought if he hid his frown, he could blind you with some sort of gleam he had in his eyes. To make you believe that he wasn’t sad. It insulted you because you knew Matsukawa better than that.

“Issei, please wait. Don’t go,” you bawled. He was just five steps away. You took three.

When Matsukawa took three steps back, you whimpered harder. “We said we wouldn’t do this,” Matsukawa hissed quietly as he turned. He tussled his hand in his hair roughly, not even bothering to hide his frustration.

Didn’t you know? Matsukawa was so in love with you he would pathetically throw himself at you if you could take him instead. He actually has done that. But it was impossible. You two as a couple was impossible. When the two of you met so innocently in college, it wasn’t supposed to be anything. There wasn’t a chance of Matsukawa falling for you.

You were already engaged.

Matsukawa can’t even tell you when he fell for you. He could tell you when it was becoming impossible to have you out of his mind. There so many times he messed up in band practice because Matsukawa couldn’t stop thinking about you.

He was fucked.

But when you confessed to him? Matsukawa didn’t know how to stop being fucked in this situation. It was a different type of high Matsukawa felt when he was with you. Different from the drinks, the way he plays his drums, and the thrill of touring. Matsukawa was undeniably in love with you, he didn’t know how to stop.

The two of you definitely stop being in love when your fiance found out.

Matsukawa remembers the night. He relives it every night before he goes to sleep. It drives him crazy some days. You were taken right from him. He was powerless in the situation. Matsukawa was just a drummer in love with you, a woman engaged to a wealthy man so your family name would become more respected. It was getting harder and harder to see each other after your family discovered your sins. Being apart took a toll on Matsukawa’s confidence.

He was suffocating on your love.

It was hurting you too. You never told Matsukawa why you had pink eye bags but he knew why. Your fiance wouldn’t give up. His pride was much larger than his love for you. The walls of your bedroom began to turn into prison gates. The maids and butlers became hawks ready to snatch you as their prey and take you back to the nest. Your own family was turning you into a seven year old, punishing you on such higher levels. All you wanted was to see Matsukawa, no matter how hard it became.

You were suffocating on Matsukawa’s love.

“I need to. I’m…” Matsukawa sighed heavily. His eyes were starting to water, especially when he finally met your eyes. “I can’t keep doing this with you, ____. We both knew it wasn’t going to work out, it went on longer than needed to. I’m sorry, _____.”

“Issei, please don’t say that!” you shouted as you darted to him. You launched yourself to Matsukawa, arms out ready to wrap around his waist. The two of you fell back onto the concrete ground. Your forehead rested against his chest with his hands lightly on your back. “I can’t spend the rest of my life with him. Please… Not him. I’m in love with-”

“Don’t,” Matsukawa hissed. He bit down on his lip and turned to the side. “Please go, _____.”

Matsukawa didn’t wait for an answer. He sat up quickly and grabbed you into his arms as he stood. You stood as soon as Matsukawa brought you out of his arms. As soon as you turned your body to argue, he hugged you tightly in his arms. Matsukawa towered over you. He covered you. He didn’t want to let you go, but he knew he had to.

“Issei, I called off the wedding,” you whispered your cries into Matsukawa’s ears.

He didn’t move. So many seconds passed, it felt like too many. As soon as you turned to face him, Matsukawa’s hold flinched. “Please don’t lie to me like that.”

You intensely shook your head. “I wouldn’t lie about this.”

“How?” Matsukawa asked immediately.

You lightly wrapped your arms around Matsukawa’s body. You missed this. It felt so much more like what a home is supposed to be like instead of where you live. “I told him I won’t marry him. Then I told my parents.”

Matsukawa held you by your shoulders an arm length away. “You can’t run away! What were you-”

“I’m not running away! I’m putting my foot down!” you screeched, forcing all your weight against him, just so he could hold you again. “I don’t want to be in a marriage for money. Not when I can have a love that’s better. I can have you, and my parents need to respect that.”

“It’s not that easy to be-”

“I know,” you interjected. “But you’re worth it. Issei, I’m in love with you. Please,” you cried. You repeated it over and over again as your tears fell and you shook your head. “Issei, please say something.”

There was nothing Matsukawa could say or needed to say. Matsukawa was undeniably and pathetically in love with you. It wasn’t suffocating him anymore.

You were undeniably and shamelessly in love with Matsukawa. You hoped he could hear it through the trembling of your body as you cried together, happily.

yohoo. top 5 food. number 6, 8, 13, 14 and 33. ;)

sup you @jonin-goddess , how you?

there’s more to the ice cream but that’s all I can really think about lol

*inhales.* . u suck

@jonin-goddess HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS WHAT U SEND??????

Aomine and gf have break up sex, he tries to remember every inches of her body and everything about her. He's going to States to being a pro and don't think long distance relationship would work.. thanks. I love your writing 😙

NSFW! Its like you guys ask me to hurt my own heart with these sad scenarios…

Your voices synced together in pleasure every time. Each time you finished, the pants matched and soothed down at the same time. There wouldn’t be a complaint when one wanted to go again. It was almost perfect.

Almost.

As you’re trying to regain some strength, Aomine’s lips are against your hips. He’s softly kissing every part of your skin there is from the hips to the rib cages underneath your breasts.

“D-Daiki, wait,” you mumbled with a knuckle over your lips. Aomine’s hands began to slide in between your thighs as he continued to kiss just a part of your breasts.

Aomine looked up to you just as his hands reached your wet lips. You moaned at the touch, anticipating his lips next against your breast. “Do you want to waste time?”

His soft voice and breath just brushed over your nipple, making it harden again. Before you could even shake your head, Aomine’s tongue and mouth played with your nipple. You yelped a moan to the sudden touch. It only became louder throughout Aomine’s room when his fingers slid into you. It was only two fingers, but you were still sensitive from moments ago, when you two had just finished.

“D-Daiki, the other one,” you insisted, turning your head, trying to stifle your excitement from the pleasure.

Aomine hummed once he put your other nipple into his mouth. The vibrations only made it all feel better when his tongue circled your nipple. He added another finger inside of you as he played with your insides to become wetter. Making the pleasure even more intense, he took your hardened nipples between his teeth, the other being pinched with his other hand.

“Ah! Daiki, I-!”

The pleasure was too much. It was such a tease. You wanted the real thing, and so did Aomine.

With your minds in sync, Aomine slid his fingers out of you and began to kiss you from your breasts all the way to your lips. But it was so slow, each kiss placed on your body. His hands glided against your hips and along your sides as his lips travelled up. You felt his hardened cock get comfortable in between your legs. Not that you complained. It was a tease to have it flat against your wet entrance.

As Aomine kissed the outlines of your jaw, your arms wrapped around his back and you held his neck. “Daiki, weren’t you the one saying we shouldn’t waste time?”

Your eyes widened when Aomine slowly met yours. His eyes were glistening. Quickly, Aomine shifted to your neck and kissed it over and over again until he was to your ear.

“Daiki, I’m sorry, I-“

“Shut up,” Aomine’s voice was low and deep in his throat. As he placed a soft kiss behind your ear, you felt his hand at the base of his cock, guiding it into your entrance. You let out a relieved gasp to feel his tip against your clit and sliding into your entrance. “Just… I’m trying not to forget anything.”

Suddenly, Aomine slammed himself into you, a loud moan echoing throughout the house now and a deep groan coming deep from Aomine’s throat. And he didn’t waste any time once he was in you. Aomine’s hips moved faster and dug deeper into you when he could. He wanted to fill every inch of you and feel every area of your body.

Aomine didn’t want to forget. But it was still hard to… To look you in the eyes. The situation would feel too real. He couldn’t lift himself up to look at you while he heard your moans. As much as he wanted to see the face you made for him, Aomine couldn’t handle it.

Suddenly, as Aomine slowed his pace, you lifted his face from your neck to over your face. Aomine tried to fight it, but as soon as he looked into your eyes, he saw it too.

You were crying. He didn’t want to say it because he felt it too. So he didn’t fight it when you brought his face to your lips. His pace got quicker entering you as your tongues wrapped around each other, tasting one another one last time.

Aomine gripped onto your hips as your walls tightened on him. It was so soon. He could go again. He wanted to go again. Aomine didn’t want this to end. But it had to.

But Aomine felt your thigh push his sides, trying to get him to fall over. As he broke the kiss to stop and look down at your leg, your hand pushed his cheek gently to look at him. As your crying eyes met his glistening ones, Aomine kissed your lips lightly, understanding.

Your bodies rolled over in the bed, Aomine now sitting against the wall and your body perfectly aligned on top and in front of him. No time was wasted as you rolled your hips over Aomine. You didn’t mean to but you glanced at the clock. It was almost time.

Noticing your attention somewhere else, Aomine grabbed onto your hips and pushed himself into you deeper. “Fuck, just-“ He did it again as you continued moan out the pleasures. “Just look her.”

You listened and held onto Aomine’s shoulders, rolling your hips faster. Aomine’s hands travelled to your breasts, cupping them as his mouth played with them. Your back arched, stuffing more of your breasts into his hands and mouth. The walls clasped onto Aomine’s pulsing cock, getting ready to be filled. It wanted to be filled, you wanted to feel the pleasure over and over again.

“Daiki, I’m going to cum,” you moaned, your pants getting the better of you.

As you look down to Aomine, he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. As his hips pushed deeper into you as you rolled faster, you didn’t say anything about your chest becoming wet.

“Fuck, ____, I’m cumming,” Aomine warned as your movement went faster.

“Daiki, Daiki,” you panted as you both wrapped your arms around one another tighter and harder.

With one last push, Aomine exploded into you with a groan of pleasure coming deep from his throat. You latched onto him, a high pitched moan coming from your mouth and next to Aomine’s ear. As your high was coming to an end, both your held breaths released and became pants.

Just as Aomine took himself from out of the crook of your neck, you shook your head. Your tears wouldn’t stop as you held onto him tighter. He got it. But he was crying too, and he just… Aomine wanted this to be as perfect as he could. For the both of you.

“Oi,” Aomine said quietly. You shook your head a bit faster but when Aomine cupped your face gently, he brought your lips to his. As your lips pressed, your tears rolled over his hands, but he wiped them away with his thumbs gently. Slowly, your lips parted and your foreheads rested against each other. “I love you, okay?”

You nodded as your nose sniffled the tears. “I love you too, Daiki. I love you so much.”

As the members called their flight, Momoi looked around one last time. She knew you wouldn’t be allowed here, but there was hope you would make it in time to say goodbye. “We’re really not going to wait for ____?”

“We broke up last night,” Aomine informed as he stood up. He jumped a little to have his duffel bag land comfortably on his shoulder.

“What?!” Momoi snapped her head shocked.

Before Momoi could argue, Aomine walked to the members and gave his ticket. He knew what Momoi was going to say. He knew what she was going to argue. And… Aomine just didn’t want to hear. Because he already knew.

Long distance could work out, but… You didnt deserve to be put through that. America and Japan had a time difference too vast for Aomine to have energy enough to stay up and just talk. You had work and school. When would you two even be able to talk?

Aomine and you were in love but with long distance, it just didn’t seem fair to put you through that when you didn’t deserve to be in pain. Just waiting for Aomine. Hoping to talk. Aomine’s chest burned at the thought that he couldn’t be there with you.

As Aomine sat in his seat aboard the plane, Momoi wasn’t too far behind. “Dai-chan, wait!”

“Shut up, Satsuki, it’s-“

“Are you sure this is okay?! I mean, you’re only going for a year and then you guys could maybe move in or-“

“Of course it’s not okay,” Aomine snapped. His eyes were wide with frustration. But as people turned to Aomine and Momoi frightened, he sighed and put on his hood. “It’s not okay. But… I’m not going to be the jerk who puts ____ through that. I just… I love her. I don’t want her to get hurt because I chose this.”

“Dai-chan…” Momoi trailed off. “But don’t you think she’s hurting over this?”

No, shit. But Aomine wont tell Momoi how the two of you stayed up all night crying in one another’s arms.

“She’ll be okay,” Aomine lied. Because he wasn’t doing okay, even though he promised you he would.

OMFG. CAN I HAVE A REALLY FLUFFY ONE LIKE MAYBE COLLEGE AU??? OR AN AU WHERE YOU OWN A FLOWER SHOP AND HE OWNS A TATTOO PARLOR (for Kyou maybe??).... WITH BOKUTO AND ANOTHER FOR KYOUTANI. NO ANGST CAUSE NAKKA-CHAN, UR OTHER ONES ALREADY FULFILL THAT OK. 😂😂 ILYSM ❤️

Girl, you just KNOW what requests I like. I love this idea, so fucking cute T_T Watch me make this longer than I need to, but OH WELL IT’S CUTE, I love it! Hope you like it @jonin-goddess!

Bokuto

There he was again. The tattoo artist from next door. He came in regularly to check out your flowers, he would even buy some every now and then. They would be different. It didn’t seem like there was much meaning put into which one he wanted, he just bought any that looked nice in his opinion. Then again, he did get nervous talking to you about the flowers. It was cute. Whoever he would be buying the flowers for must like the gesture.

“Hello again,” you greeted with a smile.

“O-Oh, hi! Uh, just looking around this time, if I find one, I’ll let you know,” the man said quickly. He was nervous again. Must be a big occasion since he was looking at the bouquets you had prepped for wedding decors and such.

You stood next to him, curiously looking at the flowers you had prepared. You could feel his stare on you. He was confused but even more nervous. It was almost uncanny how many times you find this customer cute.

“Which one did you like today?” you turned to him, hands behind your back.

For some reason, he copied you. His eyes went to one flower after another, just as his eyes landed on one, it was like he was scared to get the answer wrong. You couldn’t help but have a small laugh.

“What? Is there something on my face?” he asked, playing with gray and black hair. There was no way it was natural, but you liked to think so. He was different, there would be no reason his hair could be grown different.

“No, no, it’s just cute how you act,” you pointed out.

“Y-You think I’m cute?” he questioned with a large smile. It was hesitant, but he couldn’t hold it back.

“Oh well,” you placed your knuckle against your chin, like you had to actually think about it. When you said he was cute, you were still talking about how he acted. But it was hard to lie how attractive the man was. If only he knew what soft spot you had for tattoos. Both his arms were covered in tattoos. The man even had owl eyes tattoo’d on his neck. It was different, but it was done nicely.

“Aw man,” he pouted with a hunch.

“Ah! Sorry! I was just… Yeah, you are cute,” you quickly answered. You hadn’t realized how long time had past since you were distracted by his tattoos.

“Oh, really?” it was like he was a puppy when the owner said ‘ball’ or ‘good boy’.

Yeah, he was definitely cute. Now that he knew, you couldn’t help but be a little nervous too.

“Y-Yeah,” quickly, you remembered that he is a regular who frequently purchases flowers. He had to be buying them for someone, maybe even a girlfriend. It’s not polite or decent to compliment someone’s boyfriend. “B-But I should be helping you get these flowers for your girlfriend. So which one did you like?”

Crap. You didn’t even mean to say it aloud, you just said what was in thought. The nerves from his eyes dawned on you.

“Girlfriend?” he asked confused. His eyebrow raised so high you were convinced it might reach the rood. Slowly, the tattoo artist brought a knuckle to his chin and looked away, lost in thought. “When did I give off I had a girlfriend?” he muttered to himself.

It was hard to hold back a laugh again. Just when his eyes met yours, you caught a glisten in his eyes. They were nice. “I just assumed since you buy my flowers alot. I’m sorry for that.”

“Ah, no it’s fine! I just-Um, well, I buy the flowers to put them in the shop!” the man said kindly.

Well that was surprising. Now you were the one smiling from ear to ear. “Oh really? That’s awfully nice of you.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I hope one day I can see how you set up the shop with my flowers. The last time I past by, I didn’t get to see how you did it. ”

As soon as the words left your mouth, the mans eyes went wide. “Oh, that, um, well-Look, actually I-”

The man had his hand in his hair as he turned to face you with a small nervous laugh, but his elbow hit one of the pots of your flowers. One second it was still on table, the next second the two of you were staring at a broken pot with dirt and your flowers on the ground.

“Oh my,” you commented.

Suddenly, the man gasped loudly and knelt down, quickly picking up the pieces. “I’m so sorry! I can clean it up, I am so sorry!”

“Oh, wait!” you quickly knelt down and grabbed a hold of the man’s hand.

It was like time didn’t exist. As you held onto his hand, the two of you met eyes. You could tell your cheeks were pink from how warm they were. This was the closest you had ever seen his eyes. They were different and interesting from admiring afar. But now you could see just how gorgeous they were. How gorgeous he was

“Ah, I… You could get cut from the pots,” you pointed out slowly. Slowly you let go of his hand and tucked a strand behind your ear again. “I didn’t want you getting hurt.”

He was smiling. “I-It’s okay. I can help you clean this up.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want you getting dirt on your hands before tattooing someone,” you smiled.

You hadn’t realized your shoulders were touching. Conscious of the thought, you wondered if he would say anything if you turned just enough so you could feel more of his skin against yours. He was pretty warm. When he smiled again at the touch, you couldn’t help but smile as well.

“Yeah, you’re right… Well, I, uh-”

“Do you have to go?” you turned. Shoot, your disappointment must have been all over your face.

This was the first time you had ever talked this long. It was nice. He was cute. You didn’t want him to go.

“Y-Yeah, sorry to leave you here with… That,” the man slowly looked at the pile of mess he made. Immediately he sighed and pulled out his wallet.

“Ah, you don’t have to,” you shook your head.

“What? No! I broke it, I need to-”

“No, it’s okay. I can come by and get it later, I don’t want you to be late to work,” I just want an excuse to see you in your shop, doing what you do.

“Oh, okay,” the man beamed. “You can come in any time!”

Ecstatic, the man jumped up and walked out the store with a wave. It took you a couple more minutes to sit and stare at the mess to actual realize what a big crush you had on this tattoo artist.

A big sigh left your mouth as you tried to calm your nerves. Unfortunately and totally expected, you didn’t feel any calmer. This was a stupid idea. As you held the flowers in your hand just outside your shop, you quickly wanted to run back in.

If you never do anything, this will be just some lame crush. With a loud groan, you took the steps and finally walked into the tattoo shop next to your store.

Instantly, all eyes were on you. Specifically, all the tattoo artists. They were all such different characters. As you met eyes with each different one, you quickly realized the tattoo artist with grey and black hair wasn’t present. Suddenly, your existence felt even more smaller. You didn’t know whether to feel intimidated or lame because you came into a tattoo shop… With flowers…

“May I help you?” a curly black haired man asked as he stepped away from his client, who was also looking at you. The client seemed thankful, but he was snickering once he saw you. You couldn’t help but be curious. But as soon as the tattoo artist was closer, you couldn’t help but stare at his small smile. He was so calm and cool.

“Ah, I came to drop these off to…” Wow. You actually have never learned his name. You pouted and a small laugh came out as you realized how awkward the situation was. At least the tattoo artist didn’t mind, he smiled only more pleasantly. “Um, I came to give these to a guy with grey and black hair. Spiked? I’m sorry, I assumed he worked here.”

“No need to be sorry, you’re not wrong. He’s actually just upstairs in his office. He’s the owner of the shop,” the man informed with his friendly smile.

“Oh, really?” that made your cheeks feel warm all of a sudden. How indecent of you, having a crush on the owner of a business. It was like-

“Yeah, let me fetch him,” the man answered. Without another word, he turned behind him and had his hand next to his mouth. “Bokuto-san!”

“Yes, Akaashi?!” His voice was so loud. Somehow, you didn’t doubt that, that would be part of his personality. It did just make you curious as to why he was so nervous whenever you two spoke.

“You have a delivery!”

“Just sign the package! I don’t have time to come down, I need to finish this rough draft before Oikawa comes in and throws some weird fit again like last time!” From the sounds of it, Bokuto was in a small office upstairs with the window you were staring at. Then again you were just assuming since Akaashi and everyone else was looking up at the window as well.

“I’m sorry, what was your name?” Akaashi turned to you with a smile.

“Ah, ____. If now is a bad time, I can-”

“That’s very rude of you to let ____-san drop off these flowers and not properly thank her, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi turned his attention back to the office and called out.

“Give it four seconds,” you overheard one of the artists say to his client as he continued to ink the man’s skin. He was tall, you could tell even from him sitting. He had black bangs covering half of his face and the rest of his hair was up, a bit spiked. He was covered in numerous tattoos, he even had an eyebrow piercing.

“____-san? I don’t know a-!”

Suddenly, Bokuto’s loud booming voice came to a halt. It was as if everyone in the shop knew what was going to happen so they stopped and turned to the window, snickering. Even the clients in the chairs or massage tables would look up at the window, waiting.

“Flowers?!” Suddenly, the window flew open with Bokuto hanging out half way.

As soon as your eyes met, you tried to do a small wave. Bokuto’s eyes went as wide as you knew an owl’s eyes could make. Everyone in the shop tried to hold back a laugh, but some failed to do so. As soon as Bokuto processed the moment, his hanging mouth and body left the office and was suddenly running down to meet you at the front of the store.

“H-Hey, ____-san!” Bokuto greeted once he was in front of you, panting. “I didn’t know you were coming now.” His smile was so big.

And your laugh was louder than you ever had since you met Bokuto. “I came to drop these off since you dropped the other pot.”

“You dropped ____-san’s flowers? That’s very rude of you Bokuto-san, and bad business. I apologize for his antics,” Akaashi bowed with a frown.

“Akaashi, it was an accident, I swear! I was just nervous because-” Suddenly Bokuto clasped his hands over his mouth. He turned to you and laughed awkwardly. “Uh, so, you didn’t have to do that! I thought you were coming to pick up the money I owe you.”

“Oh, well, I… Uh,” now that there was an audience you felt even more of a loser to do this. “It’s okay. I just came to gave you these instead.” Bokuto took the bouquet out of your hands as you held it out. He gazed at them in wonder and admiration. Even Akaashi couldn’t help but try to look at every angle of them. “They’re just hyacinths, carnations, and tulips.”

“Ah, forgiveness flowers,” Akaashi commented.

“Yes,” you agreed with a small smile. “How did you know?”

“A client asked me to tattoo hyacinths onto him before. Kind of a way to say he was sorry to his mother, since he put her name in the middle of them,” Akaashi told.

“Woah, man. These are amazing, ____-san! You made these for me?” Bokuto asked ecstatic. He couldn’t take his eyes off of them, and you couldn’t stop smiling at him.

“Yeah, so you could put them with the other bouquets you bought for the shop,” you insisted.

Suddenly, Bokuto flinched at the mention and the loud roaring from some of the tattoo artists. As your startled eyes darted the same man who anticipated how long Bokuto would realize it was you, Bokuto tried to hush him.

“Kuroo, shut up, man!” Bokuto hissed.

As you raised an eyebrow, you noticed Akaashi shake his head. “Is that what he told you?”

“Akaashi, stop!” Bokuto cried.

You felt silly to hear Kuroo continue to laugh and Bokuto beg Akaashi to be quiet. Curiosity got the best of you and you couldn’t help but look at the shop. Bokuto noticed and tried to get your attention, but you couldn’t unsee it now.

“____-san, I can explain! I was-”

“Bokuto-san, what’s going on? You don’t have flowers throughout the shop?” you weren’t hurt. You were just confused.

As Kuroo’s laugh got louder, you couldn’t help but look to him. “Oh man, Bo, man, you are such a dweeb.” Kuroo said as his laugh trailed off. He took off his gloves as he began to walk over. Kuroo put an arm around Bokuto’s neck, and just as Bokuto was about to protest, Kuroo poked Bokuto’s cheek with his pointer finger. “This guy has been too nervous to ask you out so he just buys your flowers.”

“Kuroo! Man, you’re making me look more like a dweeb now!” Bokuto cried. You didn’t even realize how red he had gotten. His whole face was red, including his neck.

“Wait, so… Do you throw the flowers away? I don’t mind, I mean those were expensive and you could-”

“He keeps them upstairs in his office,” Akaashi interrupted with a small laugh.

“Akaashi!”

You turned to the window Bokuto left open to his office. And you could actually see it. Not all of them, but you could see the bouquets Bokuto had bought in the past. Now that you finally really looked, you could even see the small flowering pot Bokuto had bought in the window sill.

“You’ve been taking care of them?” you asked, overjoyed. You had to calm yourself by bringing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Y-Yeah, I have,” Bokuto answered embarrassed. He was still red from the face down to his neck. But you couldn’t really say much. You felt as red as him. And you couldn’t stop smiling.

“So, since you like him and now you know what a big crush you have on my man, Bokuto, when are you guys going on a date?” Kuroo asks with a Cheshire smile.

“Hey, I can ask ____-san out without your help!” Bokuto complained with a fist in the air.

“Yeah, and where has that ended you up?” Kuroo asked, rolling his eyes.

Slowly, all of you looked to the window that revealed all. As the two of you met eyes with a small laugh, Bokuto smiled more confidently. “So, uh…. Yeah, would you-I mean, could I take you out on a date, ____-san?”

It was hard not to smile around Bokuto. But it wasn’t like you would want it to stop. “A date sounds nice.”

Kyoutani

“Hello,” you greeted with a small smile.

Kyoutani nodded his head to you, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette’s. He didn’t say much to you. It was really you who brought the conversation to him. But he was friendly (in a way) enough to hold some of the conversation.

As you watered the flowers outside of your shop, you couldn’t help but peek over to Kyoutani. For the owner of the tattoo shop next to you, he had no ink whatsoever on his body Well, none that were visible. As he exhaled again, he caught you staring at him.

“Ah, sorry, I-”

“You’re over watering them,” Kyoutani pointed out.

Quickly, you brought you attention back to your flowers and noticed a waterfall coming out of the bought and landing onto the sidewalk. “Ah! Oh, no! I’m so sorry!” Suddenly, you hear Kyoutani stifle a laugh. Once you turned to him, he turned his face away. “What’s so funny?”

“I didn’t laugh,” Kyoutani answered as he turned to you. He usually had such a mean face on, but right now his lips were in such an awkward pout. Even as he inhaled more smoke, it was still awkward.

“Yes, you did,” you teased, pointing at him with your watering pot. “Are you making fun of me?”

“I don’t need to make fun of a weirdo who talks to her flowers,” Kyoutani said qiuetly as he exhaled. He flinched when he felt sudden droplets on his face. “Hey! What the-”

“Says the guy who keeps only a strip of his natural hair color, blondie,” you stuck your tongue out with a laugh. You continued to flick little amounts of water onto to Kyoutani until he started to growl. You held your hands up defensively when Kyoutani tossed his cigarette onto the road. “Okay, okay I’ll stop.”

“Give me the stupid pot,” Kyoutani growled, pouting when you tried to hold back your laugh as you handed him the pot.

There was one flower pot you had hanging above the rest that you couldn’t reach. You would have to get a step ladder. There was one day Kyoutani happened to be out the same time as you while you were watering your flowers. The two of you didn’t say much to each other but when it got time to watering the flower pot above, you realized you forgot to get the step ladder. Too lazy to go back, you decided to try. Of course, getting on the tip of your toes and holding out watering pot wouldnt get it. Just as you were about to fall back from the poor balance, Kyoutani stood behind you.

He was intimidating. The black eye liner, definitely the hair, and the all black attire did give him a… Stronger presence than others. His mean pout didn’t help either. But when he held out his hand for the watering pot, you were in complete shock when he watered the plant for you.

Ever since then Kyoutani had done it every time needed. You two began to grow closer. Well, close enough to joke and help each other out. Whenever he had a client want a tattoo of a flower, he would stop by and draw it. Sometimes it would be after business hours, but you didn’t mind.

You could never tell Kyoutani this but you actually liked when he would stop by in the shop. He would take the flower and sit at the desk close to the counter, it was a perfect view to see how concentrated Kyoutani was on drawing. You tease Kyoutani that he can actually smile because you catch him sometimes when he’s finished a drawing or finally captured the essence of the flower. Its nice to tease him just so you can see him blush.

“Here,” Kyoutani muttered as he brought the pail down to you.

His skin was warm. The tips of your ears became hot when you grabbed the flowering pot from Kyoutani, your hands just brushing each other. “Thanks, Kyoutani.” Kyoutani nodded just before he walked toward the shops door. As you waved, you were curious why he stopped in his steps. “Kyoutani?”

Kyoutani slowly turned around, his lips moving around, as if he was trying to say the words. “I’m going to be stopping by later.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded slowly. “Another flower drawing?”

Your heart thudded when Kyoutani had pink on his cheeks. “Yeah. Something like that.”

“Okay, yeah just come through the back,” you instructed. You were still in awe. Kyoutani was blushing… But not like how he was embarrassed whenever you teased. Like…

He was blushing like some little school girl saying hi to her crush. As Kyoutani entered his shop, you couldn’t help but wonder who the flower tattoo he would be drawing was to him?

“I’m here,” Kyoutani greeted from behind you.

“Jesus! Kyoutani, you scared me!” you exclaimed, a hand on your heart.

Kyoutani chuckled. He didn’t even smile or anything, it was a small little smirk. But damn, was it cute. “Do you have the flower?”

“Oh, yeah, right over there,” you nodded to the desk.

“Thanks, I’ll hurry so you can close up,” Kyoutani said.

“No, no, take your time,” you assured. Please do so I can watch you.

You sighed to the realization of how much of a stalker you sounded. You quickly recovered a smile when Kyoutani raised an eyebrow to you. Kyoutani usually sat at the desk and faced the wall. But he actually took the chair and brought it so he could face you. So much for staring.

“Just let me know any other flower you need,” you called out. As Kyoutani opened his sketch book, you knew it was time to stop bothering him.

It wasn’t that Kyoutani told you to stop bothering him, it was just… Nice to watch him. He was so concentrated on doing what he loved, you didn’t have the heart to break his focus. No matter how much you wanted his focus to be on you.

Since you still had a few things to do before leaving the shop, you couldn’t really watch Kyoutani draw. As if you had the heart to since now he was facing you fully, with the exception of the flower between you two. Kyoutani would look at the flower and occasionally turn it to get the other angles. When you heard him move the pot, you couldn’t help look over to the flower.

It was amaryllis and lavender heathers that were in front of Kyoutani. The amaryllis symbolized “splendid beauty” and the lavender heathers meant “admiration”. Two flowers that cold obviously say he had a crush on someone. Kyoutani has never blushed or become so quiet whenever he asked about flowers. Of course he had someone he liked.

And you were just a little flower shop owner who had a silly crush on him.

It was stupid, right? To have a crush on a tattoo artist? Of course he wouldn’t like you, you were just a flower shop owner. That made you seem delicate, Kyoutani could definitely see that. You let him help you every time you needed to water that flowering pot. He couldn’t have thought of you as some independent woman, not like the girl he liked. No, the girl he must like was the total opposite of you.

As you sighed, Kyoutani rose from the chair. “Done already?”

“Already? I’ve been here for an hour and a half,” Kyoutani pointed out.

He was right. The clock to the right of you definitely changed. “Oh, wow. I didn’t even notice. How did the drawing go?” You couldn’t help but flinch when you saw him blush as he looked away. “Must be someone special, huh?”

It was just a silly crush. All you had to do was smile and mask the jealousy. It was a silly crush.

It did hurt a little when Kyoutani was surprised you said. Of course he had someone he liked.

“Well, she’ll like it. You always draw so nice, so-” you stopped when Kyoutani opened up his sketch book. When Kyoutani started ripping out the page, you shook your hands. “Oh, no, you don’t have to show me. You don’t even have to take it out, I was just-”

“Just look at it,” Kyoutani said as he practically shoved the paper in front of you.

He wouldn’t even look you in the eyes. Kyoutani just shoved the paper again when you just stared at it. As you took the paper from his hand, you couldn’t help but look at it with wide eyes. “This is… For me?”

“Obviously, right?” Kyoutani muttered, still not meeting your eyes. You could see the pink in his cheeks had gone to a deeper shade now.

It was a picture of you smiling with the flowers around you. “It’s… I love it.”

Kyoutani slowly looked at you. When you couldn’t stop staring at it with a big smile, he rubbed the back of his neck. “Really?” You nodded slowly, looking at every detail of his drawing. It was just too beautiful. But as you slowly looked to Kyoutani to thank him again, he was smiling at you.

For the first time, he actually smiled at you. And it was the best thing ever.

“Kyoutani, I like you,” you blurted out quietly.

His smile turned into surprise, like some shocked look a dog gives you. “Really?”

“Y-Yeah, so if this is just some nice gesture, I’m glad. But I don’t want to get my hopes up because in all honesty, I really do like you. So I just-”

“Well why do you think I drew you and not some dog in the middle of those flowers?” Kyoutani cut off with a pout. Ah, there was the mean mug again. But it wasn’t like you were complaining.

“Wait… So you-”

“Yeah, I think exactly what those flowers say. Just… About you,” Kyoutani trailed off as his eyes wandered else where. He was just as red as the amaryllis on the desk.

Then again, so were you to find out the silly crush you had on the tattoo artist next door wasn’t so silly anymore.

Ooooh, I've always wanted to send in a request bc I love your writing! How about a cute angsty fic with Mattsun? (Maybe make it end fluffy?)

Wow I don’t think this was cute angsty but it was definitely angsty…

It was like Matsukawa already knew what Hanamaki was making a face at. That’s why he didn’t look behind him, even when Hanamaki’s eyes went wider and wider with each second. Nope, Matsukawa wasn’t going to turn around and see-

“Hanamaki? Matsukawa?”

Fuck. As slowly as Matsukawa could turn, his grief turned into a small smile. Hanamaki could only do the same. And there you were, as beautiful as ever. Just like Matsukawa remembered. How could he forget?

“Hi, ____-san,” Matsukawa greeted kindly. Hanamaki nodded, hoping the tension behind his smile could be seen.

“I haven’t seen you since… Almost a year now! How are you guys?” you asked. You slid in next to Matsukawa, your smile closer than before. As he was sliding into the booth for you, he couldn’t help but notice how easily he did it. It was all just muscle memory, letting you be so close to Matsukawa.

And to have your smile that close… It blinded Matsukawa. It made his smile twitched. He really did miss your smile against his.

“I’m good. Got a new job, close to my apartment,” Matsukawa answered.

Hanamaki mentally complimented Matsukawa. He was holding it together so well. If Hanamaki was in Matsukawa’s situation right now, he would run away.

“Oh, right, you moved over closer to the college right?” you beamed.

“Yeah. I’m glad you remembered,” And Matsukawa meant it. Hanamaki could feel both his own and Matsukawa’s chest burn.

“Well, yeah. You’re hard to forget,” you laughed lightly.

That’s when you noticed both Matsukawa and Hanamaki flinch. But it was only a second. A second Matsukawa regretted instantly.

“Are you guys okay?” you asked surprised. It was small, but you felt some tension in the air.

“Yeah, you’re just…” Matsukawa’s voice trailed off. Amazing. Beautiful. Alive. Different. One of a kind. Someone he was in love with. Someone who was his. Someone who isn’t his anymore.

If only Matsukawa could reverse time.

“Just…?”

“The same,” Hanamaki finished, his voice a little higher pitched than usual. Matsukawa and you snapped your heads to Hanamaki, you with eyebrows raised and Matsukawa with the tension out of his system. Hanamaki forced a bigger smile. “You’re still just as bubbly as ever, ____-san.”

“Oh,” you laughed right after. “I guess. Can’t really change that, huh?”

“It’s not bad though,” Matsukawa added. Your eyes darted to Matsukawa surprised. “I like that part of you.” Love. He would’ve said love if he could.

“Really?” you asked. You had a smile of surprise and almost disbelief. But you were definitely happy. And definitely blushing.

It made Matsukawa smile more confidently. “Yeah, I do.”

Hanamaki watched you two, just smile at each other. Blush all across your cheeks, almost reaching your ears. It had been a long time since Matsukawa was even able to smile a little bit like that. And it hurt Hanamaki. He was happy for his best friend, but he knew he was hurting. He knew how broken Matsukawa’s heart was just having you here. As much as Hanamaki wished you were around, the real you, he just wanted you to leave.

Just so Matsukawa wouldn’t have to hide it anymore.

As you walked away with a wave to the two outside the restaurant, Matsukawa couldn’t help it. When you were finally out of sight, Matsukawa immediately began to walk faster to the car. Hanamaki didn’t say a word, he just followed behind his best friend.

It hurt. If feelings could kill, Matsukawa was convinced he could finally roll over and die. He almost convinced himself it would be better to be dead than alive. Almost.

As the two of them got into Hanamaki’s car, Matsukawa sat back in the passenger seat, trying to push the balls of his hands into his eye sockets, as if to hide the crying. But Matsukawa’s wails couldn’t be held in any longer. It’s been so long since he has seen you, since he could even talk to you.

But there wasn’t enough time to help him get over you. There would never be enough time for that. There would never be enough time for Matsukawa to accept the situation.

Hanamaki held onto Matsukawa’s shoulder, gripping it tighter. Matsukawa shook his head. It was the only thing he could do.

“Matsukawa, I know,” Hanamaki tried. He really did try for better words, but that’s all that could come out. Matsukawa could only shake his head. He didn’t even want to look into Hanamaki’s eyes.

It wasn’t the pity or the sadness Matsukawa couldn’t handle. It was just everything. Reality. Time. You. Matsukawa couldn’t handle anything right now.

Matsukawa dropped his hands and looked straight out the window. Hanamaki felt a tear fall down his cheek. How could he only do this for his best friend? For the two of you? Hanamaki couldn’t stand not being able to change this for Matsukawa. He wished this was different.

“Fuck, Hanamaki. Fuck,” Matsukawa cried.

“I know, man. I… It’s okay,” Hanamaki sighed. The air was heavy.

“No, man. It’s not okay,” Matsukawa began to cry again. He bent over in the seat, his elbows on his knees and his hands clenching onto fists full of hair. “I can’t fucking do this shit, Hanamaki.”

Hanamaki rubbed at Matsukawa’s back, just staring at the wheel. He wished this was different. The both of them definitely wished shit was different.

“I know, I’m sorry,”

Matsukawa shook his head. “No, shit. Sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“No, you’re right man. I’m sorry. I mean,” Hanamaki struggled again to find the words. He had been doing that lately. He looked to Matsukawa who was still crying. But when he turned to Hanamaki, the most broken he has ever seen him, Hanamaki couldn’t help but look away. This was hard. But it’s unbearable for Matsukawa.

Hanamaki slowly breaths out. Its shaky. Matsukawa wails louder, already know what his best friend was going to say.

“I mean, she’s your wife. It’s not okay she forgot about you,”

6 years gone in seconds.

You didn’t see the motorcycle. It was snowing. When you finally caught sight of him, you turned too hard and too late. Your car spun in so many circles, witnesses said there was no where else for you to hit other than the cement wall.

Matsukawa stayed by your side every day in the hospital. You slept for two and a half weeks straight. Everyone was worried you would never wake up. But Matsukawa stayed. He believed you would wake up and be okay.

He was only half right.

When you woke up, Matsukawa was just down seven stories, outside for his fifth smoke of the day. He couldn’t help but run to your room. Who could blame him? Even when it was time to lose hope or to start thinking about a future without you, you came back to him.

So of course he was furious when the doctor stopped him. Of course Matsukawa was yelling when the doctor said Matsukawa wasn’t allowed to see his own wife of 6 years. And of course, Matsukawa stopped moving, listening, almost breathing when the doctor told him you don’t remember a thing.

The last thing you remembered was getting ready for your day at college. You said you just started college there was no way you were 25. Matsukawa and you got married at 19. The two of you started college at 18.

You didn’t remember him. At that time, you two weren’t even dating.

Matsukawa was scared. He was paralyzed by his fears. He couldn’t go into your room. He couldn’t greet you how he wanted. Matsukawa was crying in the hospital hallway. And when the doctor asked him what he wanted to do?

Matsukawa left the hospital and never looked back.

Six days had past since that day Matsukawa and Hanamaki had run into you at the restaurant.

Matsukawa sat in his living room watching some volleyball game going on in the US. They were good. About 97% of the points were from blocks. It brought back Matsukawa to the days at Seijou. The days with the team and you in the stands. When he just had some silly crush on you.

If someone told Matsukawa he was going to marry you almost two years after high school, he would laugh. It would be some joke played on him for liking you, a girl way out of his league.

But if someone told you how it was really going to end up… Matsukawa would just think the world is cruel. Because it really was almost a hell without you next to him.

Suddenly, a knock was at Matsukawa’s door.

It was his day off. It might have been Hanamaki or the best friends, Oikawa and Iwaizumi, checking in on him. They had been doing that since the day of your awakening. And they definitely had been stopping by every day since you two last ran into each other.

So when he opened the door calmly, he wasn’t expecting to see you. With your wedding ring in your petite fingers.

“____-san, what are you-”

“Drop the ‘san’, Issei! Explain to me this!” you demanded. Matsukawa could see your eyes. They were red and puffy.

His mouth tried finding the words, he was stammering letters. Matsukawa couldn’t stop his eyes from getting bigger or from them burning. Fuck he was tired of crying.

“Goddammit, so it’s all true?!” you shrieked. “We really are married! Issei how could you-”

“You remember everything?” He sounded too hopeful. When you flinched in pain to his words, there was a bitter taste in his mouth.

“No! And I won’t because…. Because you just left me!” you cried.

There it was. The truth. The truth Matsukawa swore he would forgive himself.

“____, how did you find-”

“This?” You held up the wedding ring to his eyes again. You stepped closer when Matsukawa backed into his apartment, shocked. “My wedding ring?! The one you gave me?!”

“Yes! How did you-”

“I found it and thought it was my mother’s with some other man! I actually fought with her until she said it was mine, Issei!” you spat back. Matsukawa watched as you stomped back to the front door and shut it behind you. When you put the ring on the nearest table, you walked back to Matsukawa, pushing him with all your frustration. He actually fell back and sat there, just looking up at you with tears falling. Yours weren’t too slow to follow. “How could you ask everyone to keep that a secret from me?! That we were married?! Issei, we were friends in high school!”

You dropped to your knees just to slap Matsukawa. His face froze and didn’t bother to feel the sting.

“Issei, how could you just leave me behind just because I forgot everything?!”

Matsukawa slowly turned to you, his tears falling faster and heavier.

“Just because you forgot everything?” Matsukawa breathed out.

You yelped when Matsukawa grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his arms. “You don’t remember this!”

“Issei, what are you-”

“You don’t remember how it feels to just be able to let me hold you and not get nervous! I can feel your chest beating like crazy!”

“Hey, I don’t-”

Matsukawa held onto you tighter, almost wrapping himself around you. He cowered into you, holding the back of your head and pushing it into him. God, did he miss holding you. God did he miss being able to smell your hair. Matsukawa fucking missed you.

“____, you don’t remember me even telling you I fucking liked you! I’m in love with you and you don’t even remember that!” Matsukawa took you out of his arms and held you by the shoulders. “I was scared if I even tried, I wouldn’t get you back! I didn’t want to know what that was like!”

“But you didn’t even try to get me back!” you screeched. “Issei, I know it was hard but-”

“You don’t know how hard it was! No one knew how hard it was!” Matsukawa shot back. “I know, I know you were the one in pain! But I couldn’t…” Matsukawa held his head up as he looked at the carpet between his legs. The tears were blinding him as they fell from his eyes. “I couldn’t handle just seeing you say hi to me, like I wasn’t your husband. I didn’t know how to live from that. I didn’t know… I didn’t know how to help you when I couldn’t even fix me.”

“Issei,” you cried. You relaxed, only to slump your shoulders from how heavy the air was.

“I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry I did that to you,” Matsukawa shook his head. “I just… I-”

“You couldn’t do it, right?” you answered for him. The words stung. They were bitter. For the both of you. And when Matsukawa nodded, it was hard to hold in your tears.

“Do you know how crazy it was… To look at pictures of our wedding? Without you next to me?” you shot back, the pain intended. Matsukawa slowly looked up, waiting for you to slap him again. He looked like he was just asking for it at this point. “Issei, in that moment I just thought back to the time I fucking saw you after the accident and we talked like we hadn’t spoken since high school!”

“I know,” Matsukawa managed to get out. He shook his head. It was measurable how disappointed he was in  himself.

“And every time I saw you after that, you looked okay! As if… As if you were still the guy I liked in high school!” you pointed your fingers to yourself, as if you were the crazy one.

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m-”

“And I thought I was so fucking crazy for still being in love with you!” you snapped.

You brushed your hair back with your fingers, looking away then back at Matsukawa when all he did was stare at you in disbelief.

“Yes, Issei! I am still in love with you! I thought it was the same silly crush I had on you since high school, but no! Every time I saw you, I just never got the courage to admit I love you! Because you looked at me like I was some freak! And now that I know why, I know I’m not the crazy one! You are! You left me and-”

Matsukawa couldn’t help it. It was like the time you admitted you loved him. No, this was better, stronger. Matsukawa grabbed your face and smashed his lips to yours, the same taste it had always been since your guys’ first kiss.

It was your first again, but somehow, you knew this was better than the last.

When Matsukawa slowly broke the kiss, he held you in his arms, trembling. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He repeated the words over and over again. All you could do was look up into the ceiling and let more tears fall. It finally felt like you weren’t missing that whole chunk of life that made you wonder.

“How could you leave me? How could you just pretend to… How?” you asked, barely with a voice, leaning into him. It felt normal to hold Matsukawa, it felt like this was always meant to be.

“I’m so sorry, ____. Now and a thousand times over, I am sorry. I know it will never be enough but-”

“Never do it again,” you begged. “Please, never. I don’t want to wonder anymore why it feels like I have a big piece of nothing in my life. I don’t want to-”

Matsukawa took you out of his hold and brought your lips together one last time. It was so comforting to have his thumbs wipe away your tears. When your lips parted, Matsukawa rested his forehead on yours. You leaned into his touch, looking into his eyes.

They looked brighter. All the times you had seen him, they looked like they were else where, a different time. But now, they looked brighter. Happier. Yours.

“I’m never leaving you again,” Matsukawa breathed. He shook his head and brought your forehead to his lips. You tucked your head underneath his chin and cried into his chest. “I don’t want to remember what these days without you were like.”