#angst lol

[tyronedatiger]

:)

Throwback to that one time I drew the Submas twins like they were straight outta the Mandela catalogue B)

Will post spoopy Ingo and Emmet ltr tho bcus they're cool

[insanitynikoru]

in honor of her banner ending; goodbye clorinde you kind of deserve this cus i didn't get your weapon <3

anyway i got kinda lazy towards the end lol. i'm also TIRED of drawing arlecchino so the fontaine characters are BENCHED for a while. i'll make mondstadt suffer instead i miss it +mondstadt is literally a gold mine for angst

[natnaezz]

All I could hope for is for you to get better, because all I can take is no more

[jeongyeon-steponm]

“If I keep making you laugh, will you love me?” Richie breathed out. The words feeling heavier leaving his mouth than when they were stuck in his throat.

“I… Richie, I don’t kn—“

Richie shook his head. Closing the distance by pressing their foreheads together. The tears in his eyes visible under the moon’s cold light. “Please. Just this once. Pretend with me. Pretend that it’s enough to make you stay.”

Hey, look it’s angst of my comfort character isn’t that funny!

[meeechiii]

I think abt Natalie and Simon a ton :(.

[xoxpetals]

Messy.

That's what a breakup with Tyler is

How did this even happen? How did it get to this point? Honestly neither of you knew at this point, the odd mix of silence and yelling all crashing down at once in uneven rhythms felt suffocating. The tension was indescribable, something either of you could break at any moment until-

That dreadful sentence slipped.

"Let's break up" your voice was quiet, it was shaking slightly wavering in the air but it was firm enough, firm enough that Tyler caught it.

You could see as his veins popped from his neck and arms as his muscles and jaw tensed in unsteady intervals- he looked torn in a moment of uncertainty and raw emotion and old wounds, the ghosts that always came back to haunt you even if you never knew when or where it even began in the first place.

"Fuck it fine! If you're so fucking sure of yourself and that's what you want- I- fucking leave then!" He was heaving as he shouted at you- You didn't notice it then, not in that explosive almost volcanic fit of anger, but his eyes didn't meet yours once, not as he said that. Not even anywhere close to where you stood. Because in truth, he couldn't bear to see you leave- to even think about it felt like absurdity. Not you, never you.

Both of your breathing were uncontrolled, the sheen of sweat on his skin and the dampness in his hair going to show how out of hand and blown way out of proportion this argument had become.

The next few sentences exchanged were raw and unfiltered laced with lies and undertones of truth, regret. But with the pride of being human, neither of you stopped either. Not until you reached that god forsaken door you and Tyler both knew would never be opened again if one of you were to close it now.

"Wait- fuck shit no baby- I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm so fucking sorry I take it back all of it I meant none of that- please don't go please just stay I'll change I'll do better-" the prideful Tyler Hernandez was now groveling, pleading at your feet once realization and truth finally dawned on him, the fact that you'd had enough. Your hand was touching the cold metal of the doorknob shoes on and bag in hand the sensation snapping you back to reality once more.

The shadow of your boyfriend's arms that once brought you so much comfort now feeling so unfamiliar snaking around your waist in a desperate attempt to make you stay, to keep you there, maybe talk it out, just maybe.

So, what will you do? What will it be?

[surfeitstar]

pretend — iwaizumi hajime x reader

characters — iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru, matsukawa issei, you

warnings — angst, no happy ending, hurt/no comfort, yearner!iwaizumi, alternate universe of reflections, ONESHOT

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

the first thing iwaizumi notices when he steps into the church is the smell. flowers, specifically lilacs and roses. the second thing is the heat.

or maybe it’s just him.

oikawa is already there, lounging in the seat next to his. he waves lazily as if they’re meeting at a café. “you made it,” oikawa says, eyes flicking briefly over him. “don’t look so tense. it’s a wedding, not a funeral.”

iwaizumi doesn’t answer. he can’t.

he’s spent days telling himself he can handle this. weeks. that it’s been years, that she’s happy now, and that should be enough.

but when the music starts, soft and deliberate, and people begin to rise from their seats, he feels his chest tighten like it used to right before a big game.

oikawa nudges him in his ribs. “stand, idiot.”

he obliges reluctantly.

the doors at the back of the hall open, and there she is.

it hits him like the first time all over again, and he feels it almost instantly. that awful, dizzy rush. he can feel every memory he’s tried to bury clawing its way back up all at once.

it was nothing like what he’d imagined. it was worse, because it was more. more beautiful than he ever could’ve imagined. he didn’t think it was possible until he saw her in that white dress in the sunlight, white gown flowing like water around her.

to him, time seemed to slow. the air vanished from his lungs. the years between then and now dissolved, leaving him fourteen again, seeing her for the first time.

and for one stupid, selfish second, he lets himself pretend.

pretend that she’s walking toward him. pretend that every step she took was for him, pretend it’s his hand she’ll take at the altar.

pretend this day is theirs.

but then she passes right past him, not even sparing a single glance his way, and he has no choice but to snap himself out of his delusions.

and she continues walking, slowly. past him, past every moment they’ve ever shared, past all of the history they’ve shared together.

and walks straight to matsukawa.

matsukawa stood there tall, calm. proud. smiling as if he’d just won the lottery.

he might as well have, iwaizumi thinks.

iwaizumi swallows. hard. matsukawa wasn’t crying, no, but iwaizumi could feel the burn of tears gathering behind his own eyes.

iwaizumi tries to remind himself to breathe. forces himself not to remember, but that’s all he can do.

his second year of high school. her laughter echoing off the gym walls as she sat on the floor, waiting for him after practice. the way her hand fit perfectly in his when they walked home, even in the sweltering summer heat. when everything was perfect.

but he remembers his third year of high school. why they ended. him snapping at her for no reason, too tired, too stressed, too wrapped up in his own frustration. her voice breaking when she asked if he even wanted to be with her anymore.

he’d said something stupid. something he didn’t mean, something that made her leave.

and she did.

iwaizumi wishes he hadn’t been so stupid. he cursed his younger self for being so naive, for letting her slip right through his fingers.

a part of him wishes he could go back and make himself see what he was about to lose. he hates that version of himself. reckless, thoughtless, too proud, too blind to realise that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

and now, as he sits there with the taste of regret sharp in his mouth, he wonders if he hadn’t said what he had said, would it be him at the altar now, standing where matsukawa is, watching her walk toward him instead?

maybe even two weeks ago, the day where he stood with her outside a coffee shop, the faintest trace of nerves in her voice when she’d asked:

“do you think I’m doing the right thing?”

he’d wanted to be selfish. god, he’d wanted to tell her no. that it should be him, that he still loved her, and that he’d never stopped.

instead, iwaizumi asked, “does he make you happy?”

she smiled, the same soft, sure smile she’d worn the day she told him she loved him, years ago. “yeah. he does.”

“well,” he said, forcing the words out through the ache in his throat, “there’s your answer.”

he clenches his fists as the priest begins to speak once more. “speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

oikawa glances at him. it’s quick, but it’s enough.

iwaizumi bites the inside of his cheek until he tastes blood. his chest aches with every word he doesn’t say.

and so, the ceremony continued. vows are exchanged, they kiss, and the guests erupt in applause.

he claps too, stands with the rest. he smiled, or something that felt like the ghost of one.

but the cheers are loud enough to hide the sound of his own heart breaking, and the tears on his face go unnoticed.

except by oikawa.

and oikawa doesn’t say a word.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

a/n; take this as my apology for discontinuing reflections 🤍

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

thanks for reading! all characters belong to haikyuu, all writing belongs to surfeitstar, please do not repost without permission. reblogs are greatly appreciated:) — ©️ 2025

[imiya]