#kingtrashikawa

[sevenmoremillimeters]

₩ ! { ^//v//^/♡}

Send ₩ and my muse will tell yours how they really feel about them.

"H-huh..? Where’d that question come from?" Iwaizumi feels his cheeks heat up and he averts his gaze, his lips forming an irritated pout. "You know how I feel, you asshole..Why are you making me say it again?" He made the mistake of glancing to his side for a split second, where Oikawa was looking at him with large begging eyes. Fuck this. Fuck me.  ”Shit, fine okay. Here goes.”  Taking a deep breath, he starts talking. 

"When I first met you, I thought you were an annoying little brat -I still think you're an annoying little brat- but you were the first person to ever approach me without like, a teacher telling them to. You wouldn't leave me the fuck alone after that and a part of me really wanted to just be alone again, because Tooru no offense but your nagging is really annoying. Anyway, I also uh, really liked your attention. So I stuck by you, even though most of the time you only made me want to punch you with your 'Iwa-chan~ look at this!!' 'Iwa-chan, my kite flew in this tree, go get it for me!', and so on. Oi, don't laugh at me like that, getting that damn kite out of that tree was real dangerous!

I still don't know how I could handle you in some situations, but I guess it proves how much-. How much I really cared about you, even then.. Because over the years I learned that you're not all that most people may thing you are. And I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I would get so angry when people would come to me and ask how I could even stand you. 'Because honestly he's such a dick Iwaizumi-san! Go get some better friends.' Really. Someone said that to me, can you believe it? I mostly just didn't reply to things like that, who cares about those assholes anyway. They couldn't see how hard you trained, how you always did your very best trying to surpass those above you. They didn't know you at all, so how dared they talk about you like that. 

Then you started getting popular with girls and other guys too, and I pretended not to care. I think I didn't understand back then that I was jealous of the other people that got your attetion, not at you for being the one to get more attention. I was-. I was scared you'd leave me for someone better. Someone that wouldn't hit you every time you made a stupid comment. I liked how close we were and I didn't want you to leave. Where I'm going with this is, I guess, uh. I really love you, you know? And I'm sorry I'm not more of a sappy person or whatever.. But I'm glad I can call you my boyfriend now.. I still can't believe it."

During his monologue, he'd gradually turned back towards Oikawa and he swallowed thickly by the time he was done. Had it all made sense? The expression on the other's face was one he couldn't read and he could feel a blush rise up to his face at the fear that he'd been too heartfelt.

"Y-you're still an annoying little fuck though, don't think that that's changed.." Smooth save there, Hajime. Smooth. 

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✢ , ✣ , ✧ , ✬ , ✯ , ✰ , ★ , ✱ ( ♡♡ !! )

✢ :Physical advantage

Iwaizumi has a lot of power in his body and it doesn’t take him very much effort to develop muscles. Iwaizumi has serious guns. In volleyball this means that his spikes hit hard and fast. 

✣ :Physical disability/disadvantage

He’s by no means short, but he sees it as a serious disadvantage in the sport that he isn’t at least 5cm taller. At least 7 millimeters more goddamn it, he would’ve been 1.80, the poor child. I imagine he complains about it a lot and his teammates make fun of him for it behind his back. 

✧ :Mental or emotional strength

Iwaizumi trusts deeply in his team and is hard to discourage even if they’re in a losing streak in a game. He has the iron will to go on even if the odds seem totally out of their favor, because he believes that with all 6 of the people in the team they can still at least make a run for their money. His trust in others is what pushes him forward.

✬ :Something minor they enjoy

Something he enjoys that he’d never tell anyone else because he’d never live it down, is when he sees first years in Aoba Jousai making small improvements, especially when he was the one that helped them accomplish it. Outside of the team, he doesn’t have that many aquaintences at school so he really livens up whenever he’s at practise and there’s a good vibe for everyone. He can be a very proud dad. 

✯ :Way they could see themselves dying

I don't think Iwaizumi really thinks about this a lot, to be honest. But if he'd ever be asked he'd probably say something along the lines of "One time Oikawa served wrong and he hit the back of my head so hard I thought it was the end of me, so I guess that answers that." Death by Oikawa. 

✰ :Weird thing they want to try or have tried

He tried one time to get his hair to stand up like Kuroo's, is that weird enough?

★ :A socially unacceptable thought they've had

Can I kill this person and get away with it?

✱ :Someone or something who or that has played a part in a fantasy or daydream

Assikawa Tooru. What this fantasy was, Oik will have to find out himself.

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Unravel me||Tokyo Ghoul AU||IwaizumixOikawa

His nostrals flared, Iwaizumi Hajime took in the putrid scent of downtown Tokyo. There was no one else in close vacinity to him, as far as he could sense and he groaned low in his throat, feeling the hunger build up inside of him. Granted, his senses weren't as charp as a ghoul's could be, but he was pretty sure no human was close enough for him to even consider going after them. He'd wandered so far away from his usual hunting grounds that he didn't even have the slightest idea of where he was. Heck he might even have walked into an another ghoul's territory for all he knew, but it wasn't like he cared. He stopped caring about other ghouls years ago. 

A certain memory started rising dangerously close to the surface and Iwaizumi kissed his teeth in annoyance, shaking his head and willing it away to the far reaches of his wretched mind where it belonged. He didn't need distractions like that right now, what needed was some low-life drunkard to stumble into his path to provide him with an easy meal. When was the last time he ate anyway? Trying to remember, he halted his step and leaned against the cold wall of the alleyway he'd been walking through. Maybe a month ago? A bit less? He didn't feel at his strongerst that was for sure, so it should've at least been two to three weeks ago. 

A sudden sound to his right caught his attention, his hands flying up to the rim of the hood of his sweatshirt, pulling it upwards to obscure his face. He hadn't had the forethought to bring his mask when he headed out that night, but it wasn't like had the notoriety to be recognized if he didn't wear it all the time anyway. Softly he started stalking closer to the alleyway the noise had come from, bracing himself for whatever it would turn out to be. A human to prey on, or another ghoul.

Iwaizumi peeked around the corner and to his relief could sense it was a human, even better a tourist, who'd gotten lost in the multitude of winding streets that was Tokyo. The man reeked of desperation and fear, probably afraid that he wouldn't be able to find his way back to his hotel or where ever he was staying. This is going to be so easy. He straightened himself and removed his hood, rounding the corner and forcing on an easy smile.

"Excuse me sir, are you lost?" The tourist looked up, relief washing over his face as he wasn't only being helped, but he was spoken to in English as well. Admittedly not the best English, but English all the same.

"Ah yes I am! Could you tell me wher-" Iwaizumi knocked him out cold as soon as he'd gotten close enough, Don't trust people so easiliy. He thought, ready to sling the man over his shoulder to bring him to a more secluded place  when something knocked into him and sent him flying into a wall. Slumped against it after his fall, he coughed a few times before he could get his bearings again.

"What the.." Looking around in bewilderment, he could just see a kagune drawing back to its owner, a tall ghoul with a mask shaped like a wolf. "Who the fuck are you?" How long had the stranger been watching him, more importantly? Iwaizumi got up, watching the other ghoul intently, his kakugan visible now.

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@ , *, +, $

@ for a middle of the night text

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 1:09am][youre probably not even awake rn so i dont know why im even bothering to text you]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 1:10am][i had a nightmare]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 1:11pm][i uh. need to make sure youre okay even though i know it was just a dream]

* for a drunk text

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 11:26pm][to ru im home alone can u like maybe come over???]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 11:30pm][im not lonel y if thats what ur e thingking j stu get the fuck over her assikawa]

+ for a loving text

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 7:52pm][heard you got hurt at practise seriously tooru i dont go one time and this happens]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 7:54pm][is it your knee again? are you okay?]

$ for an accidental text

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 5:16pm][ill see you soon. love you]

[To:Iwa-chan’s bff<33 at 5:20pm][fuck that was meant for my mom]

[kingtrashikawa]

Dog Days || Oikawa and Kuroo

Oikawa blinks several times, puzzlement dawning in his eyes when Kuroo snickers out the word “blowing” — a choice of vocabulary that just has to be said when Tooru’s popsicle is comfortably shoved halfway into his mouth, of course. Realization strikes within seconds, bringing forth a blooming of warmth in the centers of his chilled cheeks; he honestly hadn’t been aware of what he’d been doing, only that the impassioned sucking was strangely….therapeutic. He shoots his fellow captain an amused glance from the corners of his eyes, removing the ice pop with a cold, wet slurp. Oikawa takes a moment to tongue feeling back into his numbed lips, a lingering hint of strawberry flavor still sweet upon his taste buds. The vivid scarlet hue of the food coloring, having dyed his mouth and tongue just as Kuroo’s own popsicle had done, gives Tooru the appearance of a vampire freshly finished with a feeding. “Oi…Kuroo-chan needs to get his mind out of the gutter!” Oikawa gives Tetsurou a gentle, joking push, laughing all the while.

He gets up momentarily to toss his ice pop in the trash, no longer having the stomach for the thing, but he returns  immediately afterward and folds himself back into Kuroo’s side. Plenty of urban legends about them have been passed along the grapevine, that’s for sure…and Oikawa really wishes it would all just fucking stop. Rumors of his promiscuity are one of the hottest, most infamous topics throughout the prefecture, it would seem, for there’s always at least one “friend of a friend” lying in wait somewhere out there to turn his platonic relationships into sexual conquests. His friendship with Kuroo is a tad bit unusual, that is true — they don’t really give a damn about skinship or nudity, and Oikawa wouldn’t have it any other way.

But he hates feeling guilty for resting his head on Kuroo’s shoulder. It’s fucking ridiculous. Oikawa can’t even link arms with him without sparking a flurry of groundless smack talk about how he’s trying to split apart Tetsurou and Tsukishima, or something else equally ridiculous of that nature. There’s nothing much to be done about it, though.

The gossips will keep on spouting their lies, and he shall continue to smile his plastic smile until the expression is genuine.

It would appear that Kuroo knows him well enough now to see through that mask, though. His thoughts are incredibly noisy tonight, a roiling stew of anxiousness, fear, and anger; they’ve knotted themselves into one big clusterfuck of issues in his mind. He choses a topic related more to the head than the heart and can only hope that Tetsurou won’t push further. He hopes this because if he were to be pressed, even if only slightly…Oikawa just isn’t certain what will come tumbling out of his unreliable mouth, not when his entire life feels like a pressure cooker steadily baking itself toward explosion.

"…Your vice-captain, Nobuyuki Kai? Damn. That’s so…random. People just won’t leave us alone, huh?" Tooru quietly inquires, sighing into Kuroo’s shoulder. Sure, their antics brought this kind of attention upon themselves…but Oikawa is so damn tired of it all."…I hate rumors, Kuroo. I know, I know — this probably sounds like crazy talk coming from me. And maybe I am just getting soft, but…..I don’t like how these stupid rumors hurt people. I wouldn’t give a damn if people just talked shit about me, but now….now my friends are getting hurt, too. It pisses me off.”

A long, protracted pause. Tooru’s eyes flutter closed, the pleasant evening breeze wicking away whatever salty perspiration had collected upon his arms and neck in the sticky heat of the day. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with my life, Kuroo. I really don’t. I….I was hoping to go pro, maybe. I thought I might be good enough….but I mustn’t be. Haven’t been scouted yet, that’s for sure. And don’t even ask about university; I don’t having a fucking clue what to do about that, either. My grades are pretty good, and they could be better if I study more…but for what? I don’t know what I want to study. What I want to be. And I d-don’t…don’t want to lose….” His mouth goes as dry as if he’d just swallowed a tablespoon of sawdust. “….I can’t lose my friends. My parents aren’t there for me. They don’t care. So I honestly wouldn’t know what the fuck I’d do if I lost h-…no, everyone. You included.”

[kuroo-kat]

There it goes. Always impressive how a small nudge can work, or maybe it's Tooru's mask finally wearing off... Kuroo watches it all with his feline eyes, hold him tight by the waist like he's Tooru's personal anchor, even though that's not his job, and waits for it. Waits for him to unfold whatever's making him act so off, and once it breaks down, it comes like a hurricane — Kuroo is controlled in his anger, but once he breaks, he shouts and claws his way out like a caged beast. Oikawa curls into himself, in a manner he'll never understand, rebuilds his walls while Kuroo tears him own down. They're too different to see clearly how each deals with their anger, but it doesn't mean he can't try and help.

And Kuroo is not stupid, he knows there's a lot more there to dig out than simply what Tooru is saying, but he'll let it be... for now.

"Tooru, look at me. Forget about the rumours, yeah? No one should care about those — look, you got friends. Me, Iwazumi, Bokuto, you team... we don't care! Rumours will go on, about you and me and Kei, and Kenma, about how sluttish we are, and I don't care. We know what we are, and I know my team is there for it... That's it. We know things better than any rumours, that's more than enough." He gripped the setter by the shoulders next, staring into his eyes with a frown next, some of his messy fringe falling over on of his eyes — which still wasn't enough to distract Kuroo from staring at him pointedly, worry stamped clear on his face.

He allowed this moment to linger on, before simply tugging the other close and into another lazy hug, bumping his forehead against his.

"Just don't remind me of college yet, I have no clue what to do either... I might as well not have a clue about just anything going on." Kuroo joked, smiling a bit as he gently patted Tooru's head, playing with the soft hair. How long did Tooru even spend taking care of that? And how much too... But Oikawa's parents always spoiled him, or so, that's the impression Kuroo held until now.

[moonlitcrow]

Draconid || Oikawa & Tsukishima

16. Stay up late to see a rare astrological sight with them (correcting it to astronomical sight because there's no such thing as astrological sight, oh well... And I take astronomy way too seriously.)

A slight glint of excitement grew on Tsukishima when he saw the last time announcement of a meteor shower, he wasn't an astronomy aficionado but still he found some joy to watch some events like today's or the epitome of cliché, considering his surname, a supermoon.

Tsukishima was about to sigh in defeat when a name, one he wouldn't consider usually, poped out on the screen. Oikawa Tooru. He couldn't help but let out a loud laugh, it wasn't going to happen. Or maybe? Kuroo mentioned once the guy liked aliens when he was a kid. It was almost the same. No it wasn't, and probably he grew up on that but still, it was worth the try.

He narrowed amber eyes, starting to type something that seemed to be written by anyone but him.

[to: Oikawa (10:20am)]

> Hello. Probably I'm one of the last you want to hear from after whatever happened. I'm not touching this subject for your sake. But still, I'm not happy with how we ended because of all this drama. I hate it. I simply hate getting startled when I see you around because I can't bring myself to even wave at you and still, you and Tetsurou seem so... Close? It feels wrong to me to constantly step away because I don't know how to act towards you and keep looking like I'm sulking like a jealous girl. Because it's so far from reality. I'm sorry, I'm talking too much about me. But I hope we could use the moment to fix things. I heard from Tetsurou you took a liking on sci-fi thematics and today Miyagi will be one of the best places to see a meteor shower so... If you want, I have a telescope ready. Just let me know.

He hit send, face burning in shame, antecipating one of the endless turn offs he received. The blond rested the cellphone on his forehead, eyes shut as he drummed the white gadget with nervous fingers.

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??

He has a really nice ass… Wait what.

His lips look so inviting, should i punch him for it or kiss him….

I wonder what his hair would feel like if I ran my fingers through it.

Damn I really love him don’t I..

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✺

Iwaizumi’s fingers tapped away at his laptop’s keyboard, eyes scanning the screen for any useful information. It wasn’t unusual for him to be up late researching volleybal strategies and techniques used by professional players, though he rarely took it to extremes like his captain would. He dragged his cursor to click on an interesting looking link and-

knock knock knock

"Huh?" Iwaizumi mumbled to himself, looking at the tiny clock on his desktop out of the corner of his eye to confirm that it was indeed over midnight. "Who the hell..?" A sigh escaped him as he slowly got up, stretching out a bit before he padded downstairs softly, to not wake his parents up. 

Another round of knocking sounded through the house before he managed to get to the door. Impatient bastard. He thought, reaching out for the doorknob and opening the door only slightly at first. “Who’s there?” He called out cautiously. 

"Iwa-chan.." He would recognize that voice anywhere. Instantly he opened the door all the way, the way the words had been spoken having alarmed Iwaizumi that somehow something was wrong.

"Tooru? It’s midnight you big dumbass, why are you here?" The frown on his face and the softness of his voice showcased his genuine concern, even though he might have looked angry to an outsider. Oikawa was no stranger to the nuances of his mimic though.  

Oikawa hadn’t said another word yet and remained unmoving, so Iwaizumi took it upon himself to grab his arm and pull him inside, out of the cold. Closing the door behind them, Iwaizumi looked Oikawa up and down. Why the hell was he here..?