#iwa x gn!reader

[zmbiesuga]

I'M NOT A VIOLENT DOG, I DON'T KNOW WHY I BITE.

pairing: i. hajime x gn!reader

includes: hurt/no comfort, iwa gets into a fight, blood mention, cursing, iwa and reader are friends, reader refuses to be with iwaizumi due to emotional constipation, pre-timeskip, w.c 3.0k

notes: "always an angel never a god", "i don't know why i am the way i am ; not strong enough to be your man", "i can't love you how you want me too", yeah. i'm having a fucking field day.

soundtrack: not strong enough, bite the hand

It's nearly midnight when you hear the soft raps against your front door. You cautiously open it to find a disheveled Hajime, bruised and battered with red blood trickling down his nose.

"...The other guy looks worse..." he mumbles, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck, "...I didn't know where else to go, (y/n) I'm sorry. I had a fight with my dad and Oikawa is asleep for once — "

"Haji, just..." you say, holding up your hand with a sigh, moving to the side, "...just get inside, it's cold."

He's the last face you wanna see and the last person you want to offer a semblance of comfort for right now, but even though you haven't talked in weeks, he's still your friend.

"What was it this time?" you whisper, leading him in the bathroom. He sits on the edge of the tub and watches you rummage through the cabinet to find a first aid kit.

He can't help the way his eyes trail over your body, he wants to hold you. That was his first thought, he wants to hold you, feel you pressed against him while he sobs and apologizes for every little thing he's ever done wrong by you.

But he won't.

"Some guy, said somethin' stupid to me," he mumbled, looking down at his lap where his fists lay clenched in anger, "I don't...it's not right, I know, I know it isn't (y/n). I can't help it, I get so worked up over everything and then..."

He stops mid-sentence, breathing hitching as he raises his head to look at you. His gaze is pleading, begging you to understand a part of him that he won't even show you.

You offer him a sympathetic look for a split second before your eyebrows furrow, pressing the tissue against his nose and tilting his head up higher with your other hand on his chin.

"You can help it, Haji," you muttered, pulling back to look at him, your gaze almost pitying and it makes him sick to his stomach, "I know you can. You know what your problem is? You never know what you're feeling because all your emotions stack on top of each other like a jenga tower waiting to fall."

His own brows knit together, his own expression slowly turning to frustration, "You don't know shit about how I feel," he growls, "you don't know anything."

"You're right, I don't," you quip back, hand gripping his chin tighter, "how should I? You want me to love you, but you won't show every part of yourself. You're scared and you don't trust me enough to love you past all of it."

His gaze softens once more, pulling your hand away with a gentle tug and looking down at the bathroom floor in shame.

"I know you're scared, Haji," you whispered again, voice cracking with emotion as your eyes glazed over with tears, "I can't expect you not to be, but...you don't trust me. I get it, okay? It's hard to open up right away and that's not what I expect. I just want you to find a way to sort through it yourself."

How could he open up? Hajime Iwaizumi, the hothead, Oikawa Tooru's best friend. A side character to everything who's only there for the development of the main guy. It doesn't matter how he feels, it's a burden. It's who he is, what defines him. He loses that and he loses everything...except you, but he's not sure how much he wants to trade in his reputation for you yet.

And here you are, waiting for a man who doesn't know if he wants to change. Waiting for someone who you know is so much more than anger, than the side character. Waiting and waiting for when he sees that himself, but to no avail.

When he slowly lifts his head up to meet your gaze, you expect an apology. You expect a change in heart from him, a promise to figure out how to sort through it all. You can see his own eyes are watery, ironic the way he wouldn't let you see him cry. You expect everything except what he actually confesses.

"I'm moving to California."

[lyssasdrafts]

— online love

cali! iwaizumi x reader

long distance relationship, bittersweet ending, gn! reader

“you only pass through my city every one in a million seconds in a broken clock.”

long distance with iwaizumi isn’t always easy. staying up until 3am taking to him, sharing every single detail from your day. him getting concerned whenever it takes a while for you to respond. calling you unexpectedly with just “because i missed you…” as an explanation.

“yet we talk like we're living, only miles, only minutes from another just around the block.”

you want to know about what his life there is like, he sends you pictures and tells you about his days. he tells you about learning a new language and what his college classes are like. in turn, you tell him about how that restaurant you used to go shut down recently and how all his old friends are doing; you keep him in touch. he tells you about his friends there and sends the videos he took with them. you smile to yourself a little whenever you see his stories and posts.

“i like california,” he tells you, voice lagging over the phone, “but i miss you more.”

“as i stare at my screen, shining blue and green, all alone in a coffee shop.”

he’s always thinking about you — all the places in california he wants to show you. he wants you to understand why he feels so homesick at times so that maybe you’ll understand his experience more, wants to show you how he met all his friends here and that they can’t compare to you.

you don’t mind the long distance, is what you keep telling yourself. you don’t mind only being able to text or call your boyfriend. you don’t mind not being able to go out on dates. laughing and shying away when your friends tease you about when they’ll get to meet your boyfriend. you miss him, you really do. you’d wished you would’ve had more time with him before he moved.

“i can’t help but imagine what maybe could've happened if you weren’t just an online love.”

he wishes you were here with him, so that maybe it would’ve been less lonely during all those nights he’d stayed up, staring at the sunrise through his broken dorm window and feeling jet lagged.

but your relationship just couldn’t handle the distance — getting into miscommunications and fights resulting in refusing to contact each other. being in two different places and points in your lives where it felt like you couldn’t fit the other into. eventually, you both decide that it’s better to stay friends. maybe things would’ve been different if you were more understanding and if he had been there, but alas, he can only wish you the best.

[luvring]

THE MOST ATTRACTIVE PERSON IN THE ROOM

timeskip iwaizumi x gn!reader ft. msby + osamu, akaashi | 1.5k words, swearing, implied alcohol, suggestive?

“okay, iwaizumi, i dare you to…” hinata drawls, tapping the wooden floor beneath him—the beat of the song that he’s gotten stuck in everyone’s heads today, you note.

“hmmm….”

“this is why we can’t play truth or dare with you, shoyo.” atsumu groans, though there’s a lopsided smile that accompanies it, before taking a sip of his drink. condensation drips down the side and he wipes it with the sleeve of his jacket.

“as if you didn’t steal my dare idea last turn!”

“can’t steal somethin’ that was never yours in the first place.”

“huh? i literally said it out loud.”

“i thought it before y’said it.”

“what?!”

“holy shit, get back to the dare.” osamu snorts and throws a pillow at their heads. “’m gonna have to retire by the time hinata comes up with 3 syllables.”

you laugh softly from your spot on the couch above. hajime snickers next to you, his arm hanging loosely above you.

not around you, of course. just above, on the couch, close enough to brush your head every time you lean a little too far back—which is why you’ve curled further into the edge instead, feet tucked under the throw blanket you had gifted hinata a few months earlier.

emboldened by the conversation as distraction, you let your eyes shift to loom at him. his cheeks are flushed, and eyes crinkled as he watches his team in amusement. there’s an almost empty drink in his left hand, more clinking ice than beverage. but he brings it to his lips to take another sip, and you watch, and you wish you could stop watching, but your eyes seem fixated on his lips as they meet the edge of his glass, and the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows.

the sound of bickering is muffled, and you should look away, really, it’d be embarrassing if he caught you, but he’s scratching the side of his neck, and he looks really good, and—

“okay, fine, iwaizumi.” hinata brings your focus back to the room and stares with sudden determination. “i dare you to kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

the two stare at each other. no immediate snarky remark or laughter follows.

you blink.

you think everyone blinks, actually.

your eyes flicker to hajime again, and you watch his mouth again, though this time it opens and closes twice, three times, as if words would appear if it silently lured them. “...i—what?”

“pfft—”

“don’t feel like getting kissed tonight, sorry, bro. alright, bo, you’re up next, right?”

“oh! yeah, wait, we’re skipping iwa?”

“oh, shut up, ’tsumu, like yer dumbass is the most attractive person in here.”

“i am, actually. objectively, even.”

“you have a twin, atsumu.”

“not seein’ your point here ’kaashi?”

“y’callin’ me ugly?”

“technically jus’ less attractive, but yeah, yer ugly.”

“guys,” you warn. you think bokuto’s still confused on who’s turn it is, while osamu’s put his drink down and sitting up straighter. “drop it. and hajime, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“yeah, but you’ll have to take a shot,” atsumu interjects.

“thought you as the self-proclaimed ‘most attractive person’ were gonna stop him anyway. was he supposed t’drink a shot if he picked ya?”

“no, we would’ve both taken shots.”

hajime raises a brow. “what? as the guy who’s supposed to have the dare—what the hell kind of logic is that? you know what—”

he lets out an exasperated sigh and moves his arm from behind you to rest on his thigh. and it’s not like it was touching you in the first place, but the vacancy makes the back of your neck feel a little colder. “fuck it, i’m tipsy enough.”

“fine, y’can kiss my cheek—”

“i’m not kissing you, atsumu,” hajime just less than growls.

atsumu puts his hands up in surrender while hinata snickers, and you think osamu’s building up to an “i told you so,” but you’re too busy watching the man next to you to really know.

there’s tension in his shoulders as he places his glass on his coaster—one of two that have actually been used, the other drinks leaving rings of water in their place. it’s a wonder that hinata has any in the first place.

your eyes move from his leg that’s started to bounce, to his hands that start to fiddle with the watch on his wrist, and then his mouth where he bites a lip.

and then they move up again, just a little higher, to his eyes—

which are already set on you.

neither of you say anything. but then his eyes flicker down to your lips, and a quick heat builds in your face, your ears, your neck. something in you thinks it must be a joke, but hajime’s already flushed face turns more red, and the (big) part of you that has a crush on him is just a little happy it seems to be because of you.

there’s no time to process that further though, his silence is enough to get the attention of the others anticipating his choice.

atsumu only looks between the both of you for a second before clapping his hands together. “ohh, ohoho—”

“ooh, iwa!”

“huh? ohh—”

“can you guys be normal for 2 minutes?” sakusa sighs and leans back into his chair, deciding to stare at the ceiling instead of his teammates if only for a moment. “and if you two are going to kiss, can you do it faster before my brain shuts down?”

“rude.”

hajime ignores them and clears his throat before facing you properly, shifting so one leg is propped on the couch underneath him. taking it as your cue, you sit up and collect your blanket to one side.

the room hasn’t been this quiet since you arrived first and offered to help set up. but it isn’t suffocating—the quiet is a buzz, and seems to sit in anticipation just as much as you.

“can i?” hajime asks softly.

you nod, your only hesitation is in wondering if he’s serious.

but even a little hesitation is enough. his lips purse, and a concerned crinkle appears between hajime’s brows that you almost want to reach to smooth out, its existence, you promise, unnecessary. he says your name. “seriously, we don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable.”

you’re shaking your head before he’s done his sentence. “it’s okay, haji.”

“ooh, haji—”

“shuddup, ’tsumu.”

“is it weird i feel awkward watching this?”

“aw, c’mon, ’ji, they’re cute.”

the conversation is an odd comfort as it dulls the sharp attention on you, the tension your body seems to hold everywhere.

hajime moves closer, shrinking the gap between you until your legs touch and you can count the inches between you on two hands. his cologne is easy to notice, and you wish you could pinpoint the fragrant notes, maybe write them down in your head to look for later. (you wonder if that's a weird thing to do.)

the lips your eyes had lingered on maybe a dozen times just tonight are a lot easier to watch as his tongue pokes out to lick them. subconsciously, you do the same.

then a hand comes up, hesitates before finding place on your cheek, and you let yourself lean into its touch. it’s odd—how you wished the arm behind you on the couch would accidentally move a little closer just a few minutes ago, and now your face is being held instead. you wonder if you could ever get used to it.

for a split (embarrassing) second, you even let yourself wonder what it would be like to wake up to the same touch and owner in bed beside you.

hajime looks at you, and you smile when your eyes lock. and maybe it’s your own drink kicking in, but you reach for his free hand to lace your fingers in between his as you nod once more, look at his lips one more time.

his chest rises as he takes a deep breath.

“seriously, guys, if ya don’t kiss already ’samu’s gonna start going bald.”

“the fuck?”

you can’t help the laugh that escapes you or the warm breath that hits hajime’s skin, nor can you fully get rid of the smile on your face as hajime murmurs what sounds like a “for fuck’s sake,” beneath one of his own and leans in.

and then he kisses you.

and you think there’s cheering, clapping and something about losing a bet on who’d kiss who first.

but it doesn’t matter—not while you’re finally finding out how soft hajime’s lips are, while his grip on your hand tightens, while his thumb rubs your skin and fingers moves closer to the back of your neck to pull you closer, closer.

your free hand comes to wrap around his shoulder, and he lets go of the other to reach around your back. somewhere in the back of your head you wonder how long (how deep?) a kiss is acceptable in front of an audience, but you can hear, feel, hajime take a deep breath as he pulls you close enough that his chest is pressed against yours, and you think the others can look away themselves when it’s too much—there’s someone more important to you.

me after writing atsumu myself: wow he's so funny silly stupid 🫶 mann i don’t necessarily Want to know about perfumes and alcohol until i’m writing a fic and go ah. what the hell is a good scent. like girl what is Cedarwood ? not everyone can smell like..mint and vanilla. and how am i supposed to know what this guy would drink when all i’ve had is soju with raspberry gingerale / mango concentrate. which is rlly good btw. yummy...

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Team Japan’s Manager:

The Team Crushes on Their Manager

Team Japan x GN! reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing

AN: this was due approx. 570 of you ago but nevertheless, here we go 🎉

Where do I even start?

Probably from the beginning because that’s when it ALL started

It was your first day as Team Japan’s new manager

No other job prospects huh Yn?

You were filled with hope and a renewed sense of purpose 🤩

You’d always loved Volleyball whether you played it, watched it or read a very specific manga surrounding it 👀

It was safe to say you were a fan!

The job seemed relatively straightforward

You’d come to work, take care of a bunch of world class athletes, clock out and repeat

Easy right?

Sure….

You walked into the building on your first day and it started almost immediately

There is no easing into this job YN 😌

“Well hello there gorgeous,” a very untoned blonde who seriously needed his roots retouched whistled

“Umm hi! I was wondering if you could-” you started to say before being unfortunately interrupted 🙄

“You want my autograph don’t ya sweetheart?” The blonde smirked, conveniently pulling out a sharpie that seemed to manifest from thin air

“Oh no, I’m looking for-” you try to say again before again being interrupted

“ATSUMU!” A voice shouted as you saw a rather angry looking man with black spiky hair marching up to you and the blonde, “what did I tell you about harassing guests?”

“I wasn’t harassing ‘em!” The blonde, known as Atsumu shouted back

Meanwhile you are just standing there like 🧍

“If you weren’t harassing them, then why do they look like they wanna run for their lives?” Another tall man with curly black hair replied, approaching from behind you

“SHUT YER TRAP SAKUSA!” Atsumu yelled again as the spiky haired man spoke

“If you both don’t get your asses back into that gym right now!”

Atsumu rolled his eyes before responding, “yes Iwaizumi” and turning to leave

But not before shooting a very unsolicited wink in your direction 🙄

“Stop making people feel so uncomfortable,” Sakusa berated as he and Atsumu argued back to the gym

“I’m so sorry about that. You must be Yn?” Iwaizumi asked turning to you as you smiled back widely

“That’s me!” You giggled as Iwaizumi’s eyes widened and his face turned pink at your sheer adorableness

Iwaizumi is just happy that you seem excited

He’s tired Yn, help him please

Iwaizumi begins showing you around the gym while various, rather large men walk past you

You excitedly ask questions, smiling and laughing

The guys are all like 👀👀👀👀👀

They’d heard about a new prospective manager starting but dang, you were way cuter than they imagined

After the tour you made your way to the gym with Iwaizumi to finally meet the team

As you stood there, adorable and bubbly, they all just stared at you like a bunch of creeps 😅

You remember in Season 2 when Yachi joined Karasuno and Suga had to tell Noya and Tanaka to stop staring…

Yeah that’s exactly what’s happening right now 😂

Iwaizumi is giving everyone his death glare because there is absolutely no way he’s letting anyone ruin this for him!

Iwa rn 👉🏻 🔥 👄🔥

Of course you notice them all looking at you but you simply think it’s because you are new

Delusion is always the solution Yn

“And finally, this is Yn, our new manager. I expect nothing but respect and kindness from you guys!” Coach yells as you smile and wave a greeting

“I’m so excited to work with you all!” You say, smiling bright as your eyes sparkle with excitement

This was the first of many incidents that sealed your fate

Now some of the team members fell hard for you immediately

*cough* ATSUMU, BOKUTO, HINATA *cough*

While others took a while to warm up to you

They all thought you were cute and sweet sure but it was your actions that spoke the loudest

For example…

“Hey Sakusa, I heard you are particular about laundry and hygiene, if you could please tell me the products you prefer so I can accommodate you? Oh and I’d you’d like, I can wear a mask around you to make you more comfortable!” You excitedly spoke, standing 6 feet apart from Sakusa so as to not be right in his space

Sakusa rn 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“Umm sure I can text you a list and you don’t have to wear a mask if you aren’t comfortable,” he responds, honestly shocked because who are you

You wave your hands and smile, “oh no it’s really ok! I’m very accommodating!”

It was safe to say you’d captured our precious Sakusa’s attention

But it doesn’t stop there

“Hey Suna, I noticed you left your arm guards in on the bench yesterday! I washed them for you last night oh and I recorded a video of Atsumu flubbing a serve and accidently hitting Kageyama. I can send it to you if you’d like?” You laughed as Suna just stared in awe

Who the heck were you and why were you so amazing!

Not only that but you provided help to Aran and Ushijima when it came to taking diligent notes about the teams progress

Made sure Kageyama had plenty to eat and got enough sleep

You measured down to the very millimeter for jump heights, making sure Hoshiumi knew exactly where he stood against the other players

You stayed late to help Komori and Yaku with their receiving practice

You came early to unlock the gym for Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata because lord knows they can’t be out of the gym for more than 8 hours 🙄

You even made sure the guys all followed Iwaizumi’s strict training regime to ensure they all stayed healthy and in the best shape!

It was easy to see why they all had fallen for you!

Competent, pretty, kind, amazing and funny? A perfect combination!

It had been about 6 months and you’d more than proven your worth as a manager

You’d even spent time outside of practice with all of them both individually as well as in groups

Surprisingly they’d all managed to keep their little crushes on you to a minimum

They respected you and didn’t want to mess up anything

When I say “they” I actually mean “most of them”…

Because, ya know, some people just can’t stop themselves 👀

It was safe to say they all knew each other had a crush on their precious manager

But for the sake of teamwork, most of them kept it to themselves

However, there is some people who can only hold it in so long

“I’m thinking about asking YN out this weekend,” Atsumu boldly and nonchalantly says

And just like that, the entire locker room halts

“Excuse me?” Yaku says, staring at Atsumu like he’s about to commit a felony

“What? YN is such a cutie and so awesome! Is it really a surprise that I’d ask them out?” Atsumu replies

All eyes narrow on the setter as he looks back confused

“And what makes you think YN even likes you?” Suna jokes as the rest of the team nods

“Awe come on! It’s pretty safe to say Yn has a crush on me, look at all the stuff they do for me,” Atsumu continues

“So? YN does that for all of us. Plus, maybe another one of us wants to ask them out?” Sakusa adds as Atsumu narrows his eyes

“Ok then, who wants to ask YN out?”

Literally all hands shoot up as the guys look around at each other, eyes wide as the realization sinks in

Soon the shock wears off and they narrow their eyes at each other like a duel in the Ok corral is about to go down 😑

“Well there’s no way all of us asking out YN would be a good idea. We’d probably scare them away!” Komori mentioned

“Nah, if Atsumu hasn’t scared them yet, pretty sure we’re safe,” Aran remarked as Atsumu looked at his friend, offended by his remarks

“What if we draw lots?” Hyakuzawa questioned

“That’s not really far to YN tho, what if they have a particular interest in a member?” Yaku answered

“First one to ask Yn out then?” Hakuba remarked

“Oh yeah, just a bunch of grown ass men running up to YN screaming ‘YN GO OUT WITH ME!’ That sounds like nightmare fuel!” Hoshiumi replied

“Ok so then we let Yn decide,” Iwa added, coming through the doors having just listened to the conversation, “we do our best to win YN’s affections and we let them decide.”

The team all nodded in agreement, ready for the challenge of winning their precious YN’s heart

The next morning, the gym felt different

You could tell immediately the moment you stepped in

“Good morning YN, I bought you coffee!” Iwaizumi smiled, handing you a cup of your favorite pick me up

“Thanks Hajime! I really needed this!”

“Hey Yn, I thought maybe you’d wanna have lunch with me today? My treat,” Yaku interrupted

“That would be awesome Mori!”

“Here Yn, I know how much you love these flowers so I got up early to go to the market to get some,” Sakusa flushed, pushing the flowers in your direction

“Wow thanks Kiyoomi! They are beautiful!”

Were these boys being weird? Sure

Were you gonna fight it? Absolutely not

Now these shenanigans continued for a few weeks and at first they were innocent

But then bringing you coffee, flowers or the occasional chocolate morphed into full blown outings

“Hey YN, I’m going to the art museum this weekend? You wanna come?” Komori asked as your eyes lit up

You loved art!!

“Hey YN, I’m gonna grab sushi tonight after practice, you wanna come?” Gao would ask as your mouth salivated

You loved sushi!

“Hey YN, I’m planning on going to the dog park with Hirugami tonight, you wanna come?” Hoshiumi would ask

Dogs? Say less!

“Hey YN, there’s a new cat cafe that just opened up, you wanna go with me?” Suna would declare

Cats? ABSOLUTELY

It took you a while to catch on that there was something strange going on with these guys

While the putting seemed innocent, their motives definitely were not

After a while, you’d finally gotten sick of it all and just asked

It was after practice, the gym was quiet

And there you were

“What is up with you guys taking me on all these dates for?”

… there to ruin it

Their amount of wide-eyed staring and red faces gave them away quicker than a smoking volcano

You sighed, knowing you had to tell them the truth

“Listen guys, I like you all but only as friends and coworkers ok?”

They all collectively sighed, having all been rejected at the same time

You felt bad but at the same time, they needed to know your feelings for them were platonic

“Hey we can still go out and have fun but it’ll only be as friends ok? Plus I have a boyfriend already.”

Their eyes all shot up at you, wondering who exactly it would be

“Wait you had a boyfriend this whole time?” Atsumu questioned

Yep :D

“Like before you even started working with us?” Yaku asked

Yep : D

“Ok then how come we’ve never met him before?” Sakusa demanded as you smiled

“Oh you have, he talks about you guys all the time!” You respond as everyone but Iwaizumi looks confused

“YN you’re not dating him, please YN anyone but him!” Iwa shouts, running up to you and shaking you as your grin devilishly

It seems to finally hit the others as their eyes go from shocked to horrified in a matter of seconds.

Before they can even process his name, they hear a “yoohoo Yn-Chan” radiate throughout the gym

Surprise an Oikawa ending 😅 if you didn’t see it coming, do you even know who I am? I will always work that man into everything possible!

[kairismess]

iwaizumi's biceps are... — hajime iwaizumi x gn!reader

🍰 iwaizumi bot that inspired this fic

✒️ word count:

🏐 genre: fluff . . . with undertones of suggestive (but nothing too crazy !)

🍙 author's note: i wanna be squished in between them and be gasping for air like a pretty person wants to be . also cocky iwaizumi is hot .

iwaizumi was challenged yet again by kyotani to an arm wrestling match, much to the older boy's dismay as he was busy enjoying the rest of the slow lunch period with you. he grumbled as he muttered to you he'd be back to make the boy can it and regret challenging him again to another silly competition, when all iwaizumi seems to do is beat him at his own game, time and time again.

you went with iwaizumi to the empty classroom where the rest of the underclassmen of the team was, hoping things would end quickly and painlessly. iwaizumi took off his white blazer, handing to you for safe keeping. you thought that things wouldn't be too eventful, since you knew iwaizumi was much more physically capable than some of the juniors and you needn't worry for him—but nothing could've prepared you for an eyeful of iwaizumi's sculpted, tanned biceps that bulged when they flexed as he moved. you seriously wished he would roll his sleeves up around you more often.

iwaizumi dealt with kyotani not long after and beat him in a matter of minutes, it wasn't that difficult for the boy anyway, with muscles like those. you were... sort of mesmerized with the way his arm's muscles rippled when they moved, how often do you think he works out? you wonder. you shake those thoughts off, only to have them re-enter your mind at lightspeed when iwaizumi asks for his blazer back. you hastily hand it to him, feeling so embarrassed at the realization that you were staring at your best friend's biceps.

"what's up? you're... you look flustered." iwaizumi asks you, pretty concerned as he takes his blazer from you. a part of you hoped he wouldn't put it on now, but another part of you wished he would put it on so you wouldn't be tempted to think anymore thoughts about him. you put on a forced smile and shook your head. "nothing's up, iwa." you tell him as he nods slowly and rolls down his sleeves, putting his blazer on. he leans in closer to you, his lips practically touching your ear, and mutters...

"...something tells me you wish i wouldn't out my blazer on right now... and since i'm such a good best friend... maybe i'll even let you see them more often, yeah?"

oh, fuck. he knows.

he smirks against your hair when he lingers by your ear for a few seconds, before pulling away and going back to normal, telling you to hurry your ass up before the bell rings. he was so complicated with his feelings sometimes... and it was hot. just as hot as he looked if he would keep that blazer off and those sleeves up. you were thinking of telling iwaizumi tomorrow that kyotani asked for a rematch, just without the juniors and with you two sitting together, and your eyes wandering over the length and bulge of his arm...

[educatedsimps]

— 11:06pm

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iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

a/n: college au! this is honestly just a little blurb i thought of during the day cuz i just can’t stop thinking of iwa these days smh

wc: 643

you sighed, laying your pen down on the table. you were officially done with your weekend assignments and a glance at the digital clock on your boyfriend’s desk told you it was already 11:06pm on a sunday.

iwaizumi sat cross-legged on his bed with his back against the wall, as he played games on his phone. he had already finished his assignments in the afternoon but being the master procrastinator you were, you left it till the last minute (a/n: like me ngl).

you crawled onto the bed and started to wiggle your way into his lap, finally sitting comfortably between his legs. your head was tucked under his chin and your arms hugged his torso.

“you done with your work?” he asked, half distracted by his game.

“mhmm…” you yawned.

the room was quiet except for the sound of the ceiling fan above you, and the sound of gunfire from iwaizumi’s phone. you shifted slightly so your head was against his chest, and you could hear his steady heartbeat.

“i’m sorry babe, i can’t really stop this game right now, oikawa would kill me if i just left him and mattsun halfway through. we’re about to win, though, so just gimme a moment, alright?” he explained.

you looked up and saw that he was in deep concentration. his brows were slightly pinched and his lips were pursed as his eyes darted across the screen. he was mumbling something like “that damn jerk just won’t die”. his fingers hit the screen repeatedly and you giggled at how engrossed your boyfriend was in the game.

the tiniest dimple in his left cheek started to show as he stuck his tongue out in concentration.

so damn cute.

you didn’t mind that he was playing a game with his friends from high school. they hadn’t seen each other since college started, and it was hard to find a time and place for them to meet up. honestly, you didn’t really care what he was doing as long as you got to cuddle with him.

“yes! we got it,” he hissed.

you giggled as he put his phone down on his bedside table and turned back to you. he bent down to kiss you on the lips before reaching over to turn the lights off.

his phone lit up, buzzing with an incoming call just as you two laid on the bed. iwaizumi grunted and reached over to pick it up. you yawned again and closed your eyes.

“iwa-chan~~ where did you go? we’re about to play another game,” you heard the whiny voice of your boyfriend’s best friend on the phone. you peeked at him to see his reaction.

iwaizumi tsked and replied, “go screw yourselves.. i’m with y/n and i gotta sleep, shitty-kawa. i’ll play with you guys next time, okay?”

“ooooh is iwa-chan with his-,” oikawa’s words got cut off as iwaizumi ended the call with a roll of his olive eyes, sighing in annoyance. even after dating for nearly two years, his friends still teased him about being able to “pull” someone as amazing as you.

you often heard quips like “how much did you pay them to be with you?” or “are you sure they can see clearly?” though you were pretty damn sure you could see clearly, because anyone could see that iwaizumi was one hell of a snacc (a/n: ok lyssa chill).

he flopped back into bed next to you and pulled you closer to him, burying his head into your neck and mumbling something about oikawa being stupid and having a class at 8am the next day. you chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair, planting a chaste kiss on his head.

“g’night, babe. i lohvfe youh,” he said from his place next to you, his words muffled.

“i love u more, haji.”

“ ‘mpothsible.”

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[eggyrocks]

SEVENTY TWO WITH IWA IM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR IT ALSO HAPPY 500 YIPEEE -(🗣️Anon)

the way i was praying to fucking god that someone would request this exactly thank u so much

500 followers special: #72: “I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.”

iwaizumi x gn reader, established relationship, use of 'baby' as a pet name, drinking & smoking, cursing, lame men, the threat of violence, not proofread

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There are three key mistakes that they made.

It's the same three mistakes they make every time they go out drinking, always in the same order.

First, they always order one too many rounds of shots. Whenever they're drunk enough to feel giddy and sober enough to stand upright, they always push their luck with one round that leads to another, and that leads to them crawling out of the bar when no one is looking to make their second mistake.

When there is a drag in their step and a slur in their speech, they find the nearest, painfully bright, twenty-four-hour convenience store, and they buy a fresh new pack of shiny cigarettes, and a sleek new lighter.

Which, in turn, almost always leads to their third mistake: getting lost.

They don't have the best sense of direction with a clear head. When their eyesight is blurred and their head is spinning, there is no chance of them stepping foot in the right direction. For a moment after they step out of the shop, they spin in one direction, and then another, trying to remember which one they came from.

It takes them all of one minute before they admit to hopelessness, collapsing to sit on the edge of the sidewalk, too drunk to care about the cleanliness of it.

The brightness of their phone makes them flinch, and hold the phone away from their face, trying to shield their eyes from it. "Fucking shit, Siri, for the love of god, please call Hajime."

They're a bit slow to process that the phone obeys them. They're still trying to figure out how the fuck you put the goddamn phone on speaker when he answers. Faintly, they can hear is phone on the other line. They give up, and slide their phone against their ear. "Haji," they say, drunk and whiny and frustrated, "I'm fucking lost."

He makes a noise on the other line of the phone that seems like it's a cross between reluctant amusement and frustration. "Where are you right now?"

"I don't know, I just said I'm lost," they reply, looking around their surroundings and trying to spot something that seems familiar. They twist their head back to see the shop they just bought the cigarettes from, and then perk up at the reminder that they have cigarettes in their pocket now. "I just bought some cigs at this random ass store and I don't know where the bar is or if my friends are still there."

Iwaizumi groans. "Fucking of course. Alright, listen, just stay there. I have your location on and I'll come find you."

A pout forms on their lips. "Are you mad at me?"

There's a bit of shuffling on the other end. "No, baby, I'm not mad at you. You're just kind of a dumbass sometimes."

They can't argue, so they laugh, holdinng the phone between their shoulder and their ear, as their hands tear into the packet of cigarettes. "How far away are you?" they question.

"About ten minutes," he says, voice sounding a bit further away now. "Hang up and save your battery. Call me back if anything happens and stay put."

"'Kay," they agree, words now muffled by the cigarette between their teeth. "Love you."

They wait until Iwaizumi responds, "Love you," before they're pocketing their phone once more, following his instructions to save the battery. And they wait.

It sucks. Sitting there on the sidewalk, the alcohol making them feel sloppy and messy, like their head is not on right. There's too many people on the street tonight, too. Crowds of people walk behind them, some stumbling into the same store as them for drunken snacks and hefty bottles of water. They try to people watch to pass the time, but it makes their head hurt to lift it up.

Their elbows are on their knees, and their eyes buried into the palms of their hands, lit cigarette loosely dangling from their fingers, waiting for the buzz of their phone or the sound of Iwaizumi's voice, when there's a warmth beside them.

It takes them a second to process the thigh being pressed against theirs from someone sitting too close. They know at once it's not Iwaizumi. The cologne is too strong and it makes them feel a bout of nausea.

They reluctantly lift their head to see the grinning, unfamiliar face of a man that looks just a touch less drunk than they feel. "You look way too drunk to be sitting here alone," he says in a way that seems more amused than concerned. They try to scoot away from him without him noticing. "Need help getting home?"

"No," they reply, putting all of their effort into making their voice sound clear and even. They inhale a puff of smoke and blow it out towards his face.

The stranger does not react to it, he just keeps grinning down at them. "What's your name?" he questions, unrelenting.

They just blink back at him, unwilling to provide even that.

And even then, he is still undeterred. "Okay, well, whatever your name is, I have a really good idea here. I have an Uber on the way, and you can just hop in there with me, and then come back to my place. How does that sound?"

"Fucking stupid," is their natural response. And the second it comes out of their mouth, they giggle, unable to stop themselves and aware that they are not in the right state of mind for this sort of conversation.

"Oh, come on, don't be like that," he replies, chuckling now too, as if he took their laughter as a good sign. "It'll be fun. I'll even let you sleep in one of my t-shirts."

All they can think of then is Iwaizumi, of stealing his clothes and sleeping in them for hours. The thought puts a smile on their face, and with their blurred vision getting worse, they start to lose sight of exactly where they are.

"Aw, see, look at that smile!" he says, but he feels far away, to them. "Uber's almost here. Want me to help you in?"

"I will knock you on your ass if you even think about."

His voice is clear, strong, and familiar, and it makes them shoot upright, allowing them a momentary moment of sobriety. The cigarette falls from their fingers, forgotten, as they turn to see Iwaizumi approaching, and launch to their feet.

He looks enraged, brow furrowed and a glare fixed harshly on his expression. But it's not anything they haven't seen on Iwaizumi before. It doesn't stop them as they rush towards him, arms flinging over his shoulders. "Haji!" they exclaim, ecstatic at the sight of him. "I missed you."

To his credit, Iwaizumi does take a moment to kiss the top of their head, and his arm does find its place secure around their waist, but his glare does not waiver from the man still seated on the edge of the sidewalk. "Get in your fucking Uber before I break your legs and you need help getting in, dickhead," he snarls.

The words hit their drunken ears, and they lean back from their embrace, trying to catch Iwaizumi's eye. "Are you talking to me right now?"

"No, baby, just hold on a second, alright?" he says to them. "Gotta make sure gentleman of the year here goes home on his own without fucking kidnapping someone else."

"I think you're gentleman of the year," they mumble, still holding onto his neck, and resting their head against his chest.

Iwaizumi's lip twitches, just slightly. And they're sure that there's a conversation that continues from that point, they can vaguely hear words that sound distant to them, and can feel curses rumble in Iwaizumi's chest, but all they can focus on is how nice it's going to be to go home with him. And to drink a glass of cold water. That they are really looking forward to.

Eventually, after what seems like another hour but is just an additional forty-five seconds, Iwaizumi gently pulls them to walk alongside them. Their feet stumble to follow, but it doesn't matter too much, he's holding up most of them, anyways.

"You gotta stop running away from your friends when you go out," he tells them. "I almost had to kill that guy. You'd be so upset if I had to go to jail for murder."

"Oh, is that what happened?" they slur, eyes closed and trusting Iwaizumi with every step they take. "Yeah, that'd be bad. I'd have to do a murder too so we'd be in jail together."

"Not sure it works that way."

"You're not mad at me, right?"

Iwaizumi chuckles. "No, not right now. I'll save the alcohol safety lecture for when you're hungover tomorrow."

"Awesome. So that means you'll carry me home the rest of the way, right?"

Iwaizumi sighs, as if this is some inconvenience for him. But he grins as he hooks his arm under their knees and holds them close to his chest. And they're asleep in his arms before he even clears the block.

an: DO NOT RUN AWAY FROM YOUR FRIENDS WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK. NO MATTER HOW FUN IT MAY SEEM. DO NOT DO IT.

[alienaiver]

Proposals Plus One

Iwaizumi Hajime x gn!reader

warnings: spoilers and references to Godzilla Minus One, it is gender neutral but you are being proposed to ! <3 also iwa gives oikawa the finger if thats not ur thing wordcount: 2.4k content: FLUFF, proposals, genderneutral reader, poc!friendly and body positive reader, Childhood friends to lovers trope, SFW, No use of y/n, canon compliant, post-timeskip, one-shot, established relationship, use of honorifics (iwa-chan is the only one, by oikawa of course), this was supposed to be a drabble hi, also oikawa appears at 5ish am in argentina, i salute him for his dedicated friendship

notes: when i describe iwaizumi watching the movie i basically just described myself LMFAO!!! anyways.. i wanted this to be a let-iwaizumi-experience-my-favorite-movie but it turned into... this! i hope u enjoy heheh <:) <33 PLEASE enjoy my title pun as a reference to Godzilla Minus One!!!!!

Iwaizumi’s hands are not still for more than a few seconds at a time during the little more than two hours you spend in the cinema. They shift between grasping onto his soda or taking the popcorn from you – only to put them back onto your lap, or grasp onto your hand like his life depends on it. Especially during the big, cinematic scenes. When Godzilla starts to charge the atomic beam attack, you hear him take a sharp intake and lean into you, like he really can’t contain his own mortal vessel.

It’s really cute.

You’re glad he brought you along with him, even if you’d been hesitant to begin with.

“Oikawa always goes with you,” you tried to argue, “I don’t want to take his spot.”

Iwaizumi had lowered his gaze and tried to hide his expression when he admitted that Oikawa wouldn’t be in Japan for the release. You genuinely thought he would, so you couldn’t hide the surprise at the admission. “So… you’re not imposing yourself.” he’d grunted afterwards and got up from the dining table, “but you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

Whenever there’s a big action scene, like when Noriko falls from the open and destroyed train free-fall into a pool of water or when Godzilla destroys the cinema, he leans forward in his seat before he looks at you and even through a dim cinema with lights only emitting from the screen, you can see the stars reflecting in his eyes, his mouth open in a smile you don’t see often on him. Like he can’t really believe what he’s seeing, and he’s checking with you to confirm it.

When the credits starts rolling and people start to leave, your boyfriend puts his palms on his temples as he uses a moment to process what he’s just seen. Then, very slowly like he’s edited into slow-motion he turns towards you. His eyes are wide and his mouth slack, but the more you get into view, the more the corners of his lips tugs upwards.

You laugh and grip his upper arm, squeeze it lightly, “was it everything you needed the 70th anniversary to be?”

The look he gives you is perplexed; almost like he can’t believe that you’re asking him that. He drags his hands down his face, dragging the skin with him and making a grimace, “what’s the time?” he then suddenly ask, real time seemingly catching up to his body as he hurries to check his watch.

“It’ll roll again at 6! That’s in 45 minutes! We can grab a quick bite and then”- he interrupts himself with a cough before he reminds himself and tenses his shoulders -”sorry, we have a reservation.”

You take him in for a minute, your underlip worried between your teeth as you weigh your options. The reservation isn’t important in and of itself; it’s just a small Yakiniku place that ended up being close to the cinema and you’re full from the popcorn and candy anyways.

You hum, dramatically as you pretend to be an actor for the effect. Iwaizumi’s already on his phone, checking the Google Maps route to the restaurant. You fish out your own phone and go to the cinema’s website to buy two new tickets. During the booking you see it’ll be shown in another of their screens, which only makes you smile mischievously.

When the booking’s confirmed, you start to get up with a sigh, “let’s talk about the movie at the restaurant, yeah?” you try to keep yourself neutral as to not give away your plan. Iwaizumi smiles and puts his arms through the sleeves of his light jean jacket. The summer heat is peaking, so he’d only worn it to have pockets.

You grab onto his hand and squeeze it as he gets up next to you, “thank you for coming with me, it means a lot.”

You kiss his him chaste on the lips before you start to drag him out. After you’ve both been by the bathroom, you pass by the snacks and tug at him, “can we go back in real quick? I really regretted not buying that chocolate bar when we browsed before the movie… please?”

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes at you but smiles widely and follows you, his other hand already searching his pocket for his wallet.

You grab two different chocolate bars, one you know that he likes and your own favorite. Then you go to the soda aisle and pretend to think it through deeply. Iwaizumi’s eyebrow perks up at your behavior, “what do you need soda for? The restaurant will have drinks. If you want something specific we can pick it up on the way home.”

You shake your head and tighten your lips into a frown, “yeah but look! They have this fun variant of melon soda. Don’t you want to taste?” you point to the small sign next to it, “it’s cinema exclusive.”

Iwaizumi is never really able to say no to you, but he is perplexed about the behavior you’re exhibiting. You bite your lip as you give him a pleading look, fearing your luck’s running out. The puppy eyes makes him shake his head and grab two cups to fill. You kiss his cheek with a laugh.

With renewed drinks and snacks (minus the popcorn, you can still feel the kernels stuck to your teeth) you go to sit down by one of their benches, pretending to tie your laces. Iwaizumi sees that your laces aren’t untied, but he stays quiet.

When you sit back up with a satisfied grunt, you grab your phone from your purse and find the tickets, “look babe! We’re in the middle row seats!”

He squints to look properly at what you’re showing him, his nose crinkling in a way you think is adorable. You wish you’d had a second phone to secretly record this reaction. There’s nothing like it. Warmth and blood rises to his face and makes his ears bright red as his eyes widen, mouth hanging slack.

“What did you- how… when did you?” he asks, clutching at his hair with his free hand. You laugh, proud to see him with revived excitement, “I booked them right after. We’re going to have so many snacks that dinner can be a little later… I’d rather experience that with you than that restaurant!”

Iwaizumi pulls back from you a little with a laugh as he drags his hand over his mouth, suddenly looking unsure of himself. You tilt your head to the side. He says, “but that restaurant’s really… uh… special.” You sigh and reach out for his hand, “yeah but you’re more special to me. We can always go some other time, right?”

You’re suddenly afraid he doesn’t want to watch it again, that it was just the adrenaline of excitement making him say it back when the credits where rolling. He mutters unintelligible words under his breath before he mumbles an announcement, “well now’s a good as time as any.”

He then looks at you, the blush returning as he puts the drinks and snacks down next to yours on the bench, “I uh- I need to call Shittykawa real quick.”

Your eyebrow quirks up at that, but you nod. Maybe he wants to tell him about the movie before you watch it again; this used to be their thing growing up after all.

You sit back down on the bench and take out your phone, scrolling through social media as you wait for him to make his call. You’re surprised when the sound of a FaceTime call starts ringing through the air and Iwaizumi looks annoyed. It’s not an uncommon expression on him, so you’re not sure you’re able to decipher the meaning behind it right now.

“Iwa-chan? That’s early! Doesn’t it take 10 minutes to the restaurant?” Oikawa gasps on the other end, “no way, did you get cold feet!? Iwa-chan!!” he suddenly scolds and Iwaizumi grunts out a shut up and you assume point the camera towards you because Oikawa’s voice greets you, strained and perfectly polite. It’s eerily unnatural when acted towards you and not a fan. Confused, you just wave at him and Oikawa gasps again. “In the cinema? That wasn’t the plan at all! Did you already do it?” he continues on, and you make a grimace to Iwaizumi. What the hell is he talking about?

Iwaizumi snaps at Oikawa and hurriedly moves out of earshot from you, mumbling into the phone. Then he comes back with his back straightened´up and stiff, legs seemingly wobbly under his weight. He puts his phone with Oikawa on the call up against the plant next to you, pointing it towards you. You can see Oikawa lying on his stomach on a bed, eye masks on and no light except for the screen – Argentina’s far behind Japan after all. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he’s jogged back in front of you and practically falls to his knee in front of you, wincing from the pain of landing unexpectedly hard.

You think you’re catching on.

Your breath catches in your throat as you keep your eyes locked onto the man in front of you, suddenly fearing he’ll disappear into thin air and that this is just a dream.

Iwaizumi clears his throat and opens his mouth to start talking before he catches himself and hastily goes through his pockets. He pats the chest pocket an extra time before his nimble fingers slide inside and come out with a blue velvet box. Your hands go to cover your mouth, because it’s the same color as Aoba Johsai’s turquoise.

“Why’d you choose Seijoh?” an angry-looking 15-year-old from your new class asked you during the rounds where you’re supposed to get to know each other. With a strained smile you admit sheepishly, “I loved the colors of the school’s volley uniform.”

When he sees your expression he laughs, “I planned to do this at the restaurant – but you willingly choosing to go to the cinema to watch my … uh, my thing, not once but twice. And in a day no less, well…” he clears his throat and looks away, “it kinda knocked me off my feet. I’ve known for a long time this was going to happen but… when you showed me your phone with that excited expression that I love? It’s like… well, it was like the entire universe conspired to confirm that it has to be you… you know?”

He shakes his head and apologizes for sounding so cheesy before he drags a hand through his spikes. When he looks directly into your eyes after gathering himself, you straighten your back and start nodding. He hasn’t even asked you yet but your legs are shaking with the intense feeling of your response.

He laughs when he sees you nod. The raspy and relaxed one, reserved for you. You stare at each other for a time, admiring each other’s eyes and being in this moment, this time in life carved for the two of you. Then he shakes his head and starts to open his mouth. It must take too long though, because your shared childhood menace of a best friend starts booing. You both look to him and Iwaizumi has a scolding ready on his tongue until he sees the fat tears shining on his screen, Oikawa’s nose red and wrinkled.

Iwaizumi decides to simply give him the middle finger before he turns back to you. He says your name with an embarrassed lilt to his tone and finally, at last, formally asks you;

“Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

You laugh, unabashed and excited. In your bewilderment you shake your head in disbelief and the raw fear in Iwaizumi’s eyes makes you flinch and yell out a too loud “yes!” to make sure that you were merely reacting to the overwhelming situation in front of you.

People in the cinema are looking, silently clapping and smiling at you both but generally keeping a polite distance. You sniffle and lean towards Iwaizumi, foregoing the ring to fall into his arms. It takes him a moment to process before his arms wraps around you too, pulling you into him so tightly, shaky breaths leaving him as he keeps pawing at your back, your hair, your neck. Like he can’t really believe this is happening, either. You repeat the word “yes” like a prayer, your heart thrumming at intervals you’ve never tried before.

You pull back and wipe a tear from Iwaizumi’s cheek, “you better calm down before we watch it again, huh?”

Oikawa clears his throat from the phone, “the ring, Iwa-chan! The ring!”

Iwaizumi gathers himself and rather forcefully grabs onto your hand before apologizing, letting his finger caress your knuckles in apology. You let him, and he fumbles to get the ring out. It’s a simple one, so very like him. Oikawa chimes in with your exact thought, “he was so panicky at the jeweler! You should’ve seen him!”

You wish you had. Flustered Iwaizumi is your favorite flavor, but seeing him with shaky fingers fitting the ring onto your finger, warms you more than anything else.

You perk up, “is your war finished?” you ask and Iwaizumi’s eyebrow rise for a second before he hears the reference to the movie you just watched and beams, eyes glowing with an excitement you didn’t think could be topped moments before. He leans forward and says yes before he kisses you.

Oikawa cheers and you hurry to pick up his phone and show Oikawa the ring in detail, “you could’ve warned me!” you scold him and he shrugs, “eh, I honestly thought you already knew. And don’t worry, I took plenty of screenshots for your families and friends. There’s even a pretty romantic shot of you hurling yourself into his arms.”

You gasp in feigned insult, “I did not hurl myself!”

Iwaizumi stands before you with his hands in his pockets, a bright smile, “you did kinda hurl yourself.”

“Shut up! Both of you! I’m not taking you into the movie with me! I’m canceling your ticket!”

Iwaizumi pretends to panic but leans down to rest his forehead against you, “you can hurl yourself at me for the rest of my life, I don’t mind. Don’t listen to Shittykawa.”

You shake your head at your two friends.

No, your friend and your fiance. It feels surreal. You wonder how long it’ll take you to get used to. You can’t wait to spend the time finding out.

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. hi queen here are your slice of life headcanons with iwa-chan, let’s see how good of a boyfie he can be based on the amounts of sol anime i’ve seen..

genre. fluff

for @melukonova <3

hajime iwaizumi x gn!reader.

⌗ walks with you every morning to school because you live in the same neighborhood as he does — so why not go together?

⌗ knew each other from young and through your parents so you kinda grew up together over the years and just stayed really close

⌗ study sessions at each other’s homes are a usual since you each have your strengths at school and wish to help each other to slay those exams later on🤞

⌗ supermarketing together ( yes, yes this was coming, don’t be surprised ) is less boring than going alone, right? especially when you beg him to let you sit in the cart and push you down the many aisles before a stock merchandiser gives you a dirty look

⌗ iwaizumi apologizes for your clownery and takes responsibility

⌗ after an eventful shopping session, you carry the bags together home ( he has the heavier ones and the majority of your own bags )

⌗ there were times where the clerks didn’t double bag and the ones containing produce tore..

⌗ cue you both running down a hill to grab the tomatoes that fell out

⌗ one time oikawa saw and laughed his ass off before gracing you with his assistance

⌗ just like you walk to school together, you also walk home together; iwa doesn’t want you walking alone at night since club activities drag sometimes, so he waits for you or you wait for him

⌗ you guys have a lot of classes together and are deskmates ( yay ), so it’s usually his job to prevent you from nodding off in classes or smacking your head down all together on the table..

⌗ miscommunications aren’t often since you guys have known each other for what feels like eons.. but there was this one time.

⌗ iwaizumi received a letter and it brought a bitterness to your heart as you watched a girl smiling giddily at him

⌗ did she have a thing for him? was it a letter confessing her feelings for him? not that you cared, of course — he was your best friend, nothing more than that

⌗ but was he really?

⌗ after the letter incident, you became a bit distant from iwaizumi, trying to avoid him as best as you can — making excuses to not go to school with him in the morning or return home with him

⌗ until oikawa, that is

⌗ “ah, y/n-chan! i finally caught you! it’s almost impossible to find you anymore, given you haven’t been around iwa-chan..” he’d trail off purposely before sliding his eyes to yours. “is there a reason for that, perhaps?”

⌗ of course he notices.

⌗ “i figured he was busy, so i didn’t wanna bother him..” you’d mumble back to him, avoiding his gaze. part of you felt ashamed that you had been avoiding hajime as you were, but you couldn’t bear to know how things had gone with that letter he was given.

⌗ a hum would leave tooru’s lips before he fished something out of his pocket, holding it up. “does this thing ring a bell, perhaps?”

⌗ and low be hold ( is that how you spell that lmao ), the letter hajime was given.. and tooru had it.

⌗ “a lot of my admirers like to give iwa-chan love letters addressed to me, and that one i assume you saw that day, was also for me.”

⌗ now, you felt like an idiot. of course it was for tooru — hajime was his best friend! he dealt with that bullshit all the time, and yet the one time you witness it.. you freeze up thinking it was for him.

⌗ “um, okay.. why are you telling me this again?”

⌗ “go to the courtyard and see for yourself!” would be his parting words as he leaves with a wink before returning to his classroom.

⌗ weird.

⌗ but you would go, anyway. tooru didn’t say things without purpose, or some kinda motive behind his words — it was just like him

⌗ as you arrive outside, you find hajime sitting under a sakura tree, and you think to yourself of the irony behind that sight, the cliche of it

⌗ he’s staring off into the rustling trees while you approach him carefully before sliding down on the tree, opposite from the side he was leaning against

⌗ “hey.”

⌗ “hey..” you would mumble back before letting out a breath. “i guess i have some explaining to do, don’t i?”

⌗ and so you tell everything you’d concluded after your encounter in the hall with tooru

⌗ long before you would connect the dots, hajime will have done so just by the changes in your expressions

⌗ you liked him. he didn’t think you ever would, considering how good you guys are as friends — but he could tell that you felt the same way as he did.. just that you hadn’t acknowledged it yet or realized for yourself

⌗ that brings up a new question. “riddle me this, if the letter was in fact for me, how would you have felt?”

⌗ pause. what? a who now?

⌗ “it would be weird to see you with someone else.” you finally answered, raising a brow. “why? did someone confess to you?”

⌗ a laugh left his lips as he shook his head. “no y/n, i was not confessed to, i’m just testing something.” he answered truthfully, quieting his laughter. “you said it was weird for you to see me with someone else. why is that?”

⌗ your hands felt clammy. why was he asking so many questions all of the sudden? and why so many regarding how you feel? it’s not like you could explain — even you didn’t understand!

⌗ “because it just- is!” you would blurt in defense, becoming increasingly more flustered with his inquiries. what were you, a criminal? was it a crime to feel a certain way without explanation?

⌗ and then he would shift around the tree to see your face, noting the way you covered your cheeks.

⌗ you gave away so much without even knowing what you were doing

⌗ “okay.” he would begin, letting out a breath. “so what if it was you being with me?” he asked after a moment to think — to phrase it right, as he moved to be in front of you, kneeled on the grass. “what if you were with me, how would that make you feel?”

⌗ you, with hajime? that.. wasn’t something you considered. maybe one time you thought of making a pact to get married when you both reached your forties — but other than that..

⌗ “i don’t know- i haven’t.. thought of it.” why were you so nervous now? the morning breeze made it brisk — why were you feeling all warm?

⌗ “well, then what do you think now if i asked you out, to be with me?” to be more than my best friend, he wanted to add.

⌗ and you were starstruck, completely shocked by the question because hajime, of all people, the least likely to ask this of you, is asking it.. right this second, in front of you.

⌗ no letter needed

⌗ and who were you to refuse when you wanted to be with him, too.

notes. i sped through this with one working braincell so i’m not sure how good this is.. but i hope it fulfills your needs of a slice of life iwa-chan :’)

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[alaskasmonsters]

Hi!! Congratulations on your event 🤍 you deserve more love and recognition for how beautiful your works are ✨️ if i may request, can you do "shut up and hold me" + iwaizumi? It could be an enemies to lovers kinda thing or something. Thank you! 🤍

𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖙 𝖚𝖕 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖒𝖊! (iwaizumi hajime)

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

content: hugs, reader had a bad day, enemies to lovers core, iwa and reader are childhood worsties, a littleeee bit of angst, fluff

a/n: thank you thank you <33 you’re so sweet anon 🥺🥺 mwuah mwuah! <33 a little bit of enemies to lovers just like you asked <3 hope you enjoy this!

☁️1k follower event (open)

“What the hell?” Iwaizumi cursed, when you almost ran into him, face set in a frown as he stared down at you. “You should pay more attention to where you’re going.” 

You bit your lip and looked away, feeling uncomfortable under the boy’s intense stare. Every other day you would have used his words as an invitation to start a fight with him, throw a half-hearted insult at his head that he would reciprocate with a glare and an insult of his own.

The two of you weren’t really friends although you’ve known each other since elementary school and have always visited the same classes — even now in high school. For some reason you’ve never really gotten along, always been at each other’s throats, always fought over stupid things.

You even liked fighting with him. Even though he was annoying and always criticised you for ‘being such a brat’ as he put it. But today…

You felt tears welling up behind your eyes. You scrunched up your face at the sensation, annoyed. You didn’t want to cry in front of him. 

Iwaizumi noticed. 

“Y/n…?” His voice was much gentler and you kind of wanted to punch him, but you also…

Your hands balled into fists and you clenched your jaw.

“Shut up and hold me.”

The boy didn’t move, eyebrows raising a little in surprise. He looked startled and you couldn’t blame him. The two of you didn’t have that kind of relationship. You didn’t hug. You barely even talked outside of your little fights. 

Your shoulders tensed, the longer you waited for his response, his rejection, the more you just wanted to turn around and stomp off. Run away. It wasn’t like you expected Iwaizumi to actually hug you. You weren’t an idiot.

Still…you felt disappointed that he didn’t.

Wasn’t that just stupid? 

“Just forget I aske-“ 

Before you could finish your sentence Iwaizumi closed the distance between you with a small step and pulled you into his arms, wrapping his arms around you. 

You froze as your face hit his chest and his arms held you, one hand on the back of your head, softly nudging your face into the crook of his neck as the other pulled you closer on your lower neck.

You didn’t fight his grip. You gave in, burying your face in his neck and wrapping your arms around his torso.

Iwaizumi radiated such warmth, you felt yourself relax in his grip immediately.

“Don’t be an idiot, of course, I’ll hold you…” the boy muttered, sounding only a little annoyed with you. 

You sniffed, pushing your face deeper into the crook of his neck and you could swear he held you even closer.

“Thank you…”

[no1frogfan]

Untitled Iwa/Seijoh4 drabble

Iwaizumi x gn reader (x the rest of Seijoh4 a bit)

Word count: ~800

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MDNI, handjob, blowjob (sort of). Iwa has a serious hand fetish, reader has small hands

Note: I’ve been thinking about the Seijoh4 and reader together as camp counselors or employees at a secluded vacation spot or something and it evolved into…this. My brain has been overrun and I need to exorcise it. It’s all so smutty y’all. I’m down bad for Iwa and Issei and the other boys are just lucky to be along for the ride lol

Mattsun | Makki

You cut the deck in half, sliding the halves closer to deftly riffle and interweave the stacks. The ends are pushed toward each other, the center bending upward to bridge the halves back together and square the deck. The tendons in the back of your hands ripple in concert with each movement of your fingers. You cut the deck in half again, riffling, bridging, squaring, repeating practiced movements. Iwaizumi is entranced.

“You’re good at that.” He rasps.

“Too bad being good at shuffling doesn’t translate to being good at playing.” You gesture at the dwindling pile of makeshift poker chips beside you.

The five of you have guests to take care of bright and early, but here you all are drinking and playing cards into the wee hours, long after everyone else has gone to bed.

“If you run out of chips, we can always switch to strip poker,” Matsukawa drawls.

That makes you laugh. “Very funny, Mattsun. I clearly wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“That’s the point,” Makki snickers beside you.

You roll your eyes as you square the deck a final time. Iwaizumi stares as you deal, fingertips skimming nimbly over the deck, flicking your wrist to slide cards across the table that settle in neat piles in front of each of them.

He finds himself watching your hands too often these days.

He likes it when you drink coffee in the mornings, wrapping both of your small hands fully around the mug to bring it to your lips. You like to savor your coffee, the heat of it seeping into you and waking you up almost as much as the caffeine.

He likes it when you speak, elegant gestures paralleling your words. Sometimes counting off a to-do list or drumming your fingers. Other times tucking your hair behind your ears or darting around animatedly. Occasionally, when he ignores you, you’ll squeeze his arm to get his attention.

He likes it when you help the guests into their life vests, methodically clasping each buckle and tightening each strap, then running your hands back over to double-check every connection before lifting the younger kids into the boat. Your hands are strong then, blunt nails indenting the foam of the vests.

It’s a daily habit now for him to imagine how they’d feel on him. As streams of hot water run down his body every night, he envisions them firmly kneading his broad shoulders, caressing the wide expanse of his chest, greedily trailing down his muscled stomach. Maybe you’d skim your fingers up his sturdy thighs as you kneel in front of him, desire soaking through your underwear, begging to touch him.

And when he lets you, when you finally reach out and hold him, would you be able to wrap around him with one hand? Or would you need both to fully encircle him?

Would you be eager to finish him like that, lust-filled eyes watching him crumble under your touch? Maybe you’d enjoy using one hand to softly massage his balls while the other pumps his cock, occasionally swirling your wrist to smear the precum gathering at his slit. Or perhaps you’d prefer to tease him, stroking him languidly, letting his pleasure transform oh so slowly into an unbearable urgency.

And when you push him to the brink, when he can't hold back any longer, would you want him to make a mess of you, to splatter his cum on your cheeks and have it drip down your wrists? Would you want him to watch as you lick your fingers clean? Or would you stretch out your tongue at the last moment and take him into your mouth, hungry for—

“Helloooo? Earth to Iwa-channnn?” Oikawa’s sing-song voice rips Iwaizumi out of his thoughts. “Finally! It’s your turn. And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll fold.”

Iwaizumi blinks rapidly. Four pairs of eyes stare at him in a mixture of confusion and amusement. “In your dreams, Crappykawa.”

He finally studies the cards in his hand while the others go back to chatting. On his left, Mattsun lets out a snort. Iwaizumi glances over. Matsukawa raises his eyebrows, pointedly looking down at Iwaizumi’s lap before meeting his eyes again, silently mouthing, “Really?”

Iwaizumi reddens, shooting Mattsun a glare before turning back to his cards. He doesn’t need to look down to know there’s a painful erection straining against his shorts. For once, he’s glad you’re not sitting next to him, that he’s flanked by Mattsun and Makki tonight. He’s certain they’ll keep his secret because he’s watched them too, and he knows they’ve imagined doing the exact same things to you.

[llightshower]

“im right here.” ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

m.list

pairing: aged up!iwaizumi x gn!reader (who’s scared of the ocean.)

summary: you n your bf, iwa, go out to the beach on an excruciatingly hot day so he goes in the water to cool of… but you wont.

wc: <600

warnings/ content: pet names (hon, babe, baby).

iwa told you that you guys should have brought the umbrella, but you didn’t wanna carry it on the sand so now, here you are, on your beach towel at 12 in the afternoon with the sun directly hitting your face like a ball of pure fire.

“iwa you were right.”

“i fucking know,” he wiped sweat off his face as he set up his chair.

the two of you tried to sit in the sun, but it was just too much and you were starting to get a migraine.

“im going in the water baby,” iwa said, squinting his eyes to look down at you.

“noo, don’t leave, don’t let me suffer in the sun alone,” you pouted.

“so come with?” he responded so matter-of-factly.

you sighed, getting up. the two of you practically jumping over the hot sand until you were at the water. you stood where the ocean met the sand, iwa getting in.

“that’s it,” he looked at you confused, sure that you weren’t any less hot than before but you knew damn well you were not getting any closer into that water.

iwa walked back to you telling you to get in and that you would for sure pass out if you didn’t. you two would have gone home, but it’s not like it was any colder there.

“babe, just get in.”

“no, im fine really.”

he grabbed your hand, dragging you into the water, ignoring you telling him to let go. you stood in the water for 5 seconds before turning around to leave, but iwa softly grabbed your wrist not wanting you to leave.

“no iwa, i hate the water, it makes my hair messy.”

“so i’ll brush it?”

“well, it’s not good for my skin- the salt water.”

“that’s a lie.”

you rolled your eyes, annoyed that he was right once again, “fine iwa, im scared of the ocean.”

“what? why? you know im right here.”

you crossed your arms, “because the waves, and what if i just drift out? you know im not the best swimmer, and the fucking fish-“

he laughed a little, not making fun of you, the opposite. he laughed at why you thought he’d think it’s stupid, he truly didn’t care.

“im right here, i won’t let you drift away or anything, we don’t have to go that deep either,” he spoke very sincerely, “i promise.”

you tried to hide a little smile, but you couldn’t, you loved how caring iwa was.

“fine,” you rolled your eyes and he linked his arm with yours. he guided you through the water, softly, and constantly assuring you that you’re fine.

you stopped moving once your neck was in water while you were standing, “okay that’s it.”

iwa looked at you and smiled, “not so bad is it?”

you were still a bit anxious but he made you feel a bit better, you shook your head, however it was only a matter of time till you wanted to walk back and iwa didn’t mind.

as you two walked back to where you were sitting he said, “don’t try and lie to me, hon, i can always tell.”

you laughed, “the water really does make my hair messy!”

“mhmm.”

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Clarity

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader (Oikawa's Younger Sister)

**Wordcount: 1,414 **Note: Based on Clarity by Zedd **Trope: Friends to Lovers (?) **Warning(s): Kinda Long sorry, Y/N is a girl in this but could easily be read as GN as well **Genre: Fluff, A little angst but happy endeing

Nerves hit as you walked through the front gates of Shiratorizawa Academy. This was your dream; this school was one of the best in the region for education. It was also one of the hardest to get into and yet finally all those years of hard work paid off and you were standing in front of your new school. You were scared but excited. You also missed your brother, though you knew you’d see him after school it was weird not going to the same school. You two had gone to the same school since elementary school, he was just a grade above you. He chose to go to Aoba Johsai, he liked the volleyball program, and it was where most kids from our junior high went to high school. It just wasn’t the place for you, you knew you were where you should be.

School was going smoothly, and the first few weeks went by in a flash. You had yet to pick an extracurricular to do after school though and the pressure of picking one was really starting to get to you. You ended up applying for the boys’ volleyball club manager position. You knew they had a great program but hadn’t had a manager in a long time. The spot was hard to get but you figured you’d give it a go, after all you had tons of experience from being at every one of Toru’s games to helping him and Iwaizumi practice. You practically knew everything there was to know about volleyball. A week later you heard back, and you were accepted.

That afternoon you headed to the gym for practice. You walked in to find a bunch of scary tall intimidating boys in there. “Why hello there little girl, who might you be?” a tall red-haired boy asked as he walked toward you to greet you properly. This question had all eyes turn to you. “I’m Oikawa… Oikawa Y/N… I’m the new manager… Nice to meet you all.” You greet them as you bow. The group of boys quickly introduced themselves and practice started. You recognized one of the boys in your year Shirabu. You two shared quite a few classes together. The boy who caught your attention the most though was a tall boy with olive-brown hair and olive-colored eyes. He had introduced himself as Ushijima Wakatoshi a year 2 on the team. You remember your brother mentioning Ushiwaka before. He couldn’t stand him. Was this the same guy your brother hated?

As time passed you became quite close with the whole team. You were closest with Shirabu since you two shared many classes together and often times partnered up for group activities. You really enjoyed being the manager, the only problem was your brother. He was NOT happy when he heard that you joined the volleyball team as manager. “But Y/N whyyyyyy? You could have come to Aoba Johsai and been our manager instead” you brother whined. “Come one Iwa-chan back me up here.” “I mean as long as Y/n-chan is happy, I’m happy for her and will support her, though personally I can’t stand them either.” “Ugh fine. But Y/N promise me one thing?” “Sure Toru, what’s up?” “Do NOT fall in love with the big stupid Ushiwaka. Got it?” You couldn’t help but laugh at your brother and his crazy request. “You never know I may already just be head over heels in love with the brick wall that is Ushiwaka” you sarcastically reply. “So mean Y/N!”

The rest of the school year seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye, though being manager, you didn’t get much of a break. The boys conditioned over breaks which meant you were also there, helping, supporting from the sidelines. The boys liked how thorough you were. You would really put a lot into helping them get better. During these conditioning times you learned Ushijima always stayed late and you always stayed with him, helping where you could. Most of this time was spent in silence but you didn’t mind his company was quite nice. The times you two would talk, it would end up being hours on end talking about anything and everything. These were some of your favorite break memories. Sooner than you’d like it was time to start year two.

Not long into starting your second year Ushijima was announced to have made the All-Japan Youth team. The team took this as a time to go out an celebrate, though you weren’t much of a party person of course you attended. You were outside away from the noise when you felt a presence behind you. A presence you were very familiar with, Ushijima. “Hey Y/N. What are you doing out here?” “Just getting some fresh air the party is just a lot. It’s a bit overwhelming. What about you?” “I also came for some fresh air.”  “Y/n…” You turned to the tall ace who was now mere inches away. “Yes Wakatoshi-kun?” “Thank you…” “What? What did I do?” “I honestly don’t think I would have made the All-Japan Youth team without your help during extra practice.” “You definitely, still would have made it without my help, you’re really talented Ushi. Never doubt that.” “Thanks Y/N” You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body he was so close. It seemed like he wanted to say something else, something more. But of course, Tendo had to interrupt. You both went back inside and enjoyed the party, though you definitely caught him watching you from afar, not that you weren’t doing the same.

Somehow word got to your brother about the party incident, and he blew it way out of proportion. You tried to explain but everything you said made it worse. He was furious and there was no stopping his rage. You assume he exchanged words with Ushijima because suddenly he was completely avoiding you. He would wait for you to leave before working on his extra training and if you refused, he would skip it. He wouldn’t talk to you unless it is necessary for volleyball. You had no idea what your brother said but at this point you were pissed at him for ruining your friendship with Ushijima.

It had been a few weeks and the Semi finals for the Interhigh Preliminaries were upon you. This meant your brother versus your team. Of course, you wanted to cheer for both, but you were so pissed at this point you decided to cheer for neither and just do your manger duties. You could see the tension between the two when they shook hands at the beginning of the game. The game was intense but ultimately Shiratorizawa came out on time and was off to Nationals. You couldn’t help but run over to your brother and friends to comfort them on their loss. Your brother decided to ignore you which just made you madder. You quickly comforted your friends and then went to celebrate with your team. As you walked up to Ushijima he quickly walked away. That was it you had enough. “Ushiwaka!! What is your deal?” you yelled across the gym getting everyone’s attention. You didn’t care if you made a scene this ends now. “Don’t you ignore me Ushiwaka! Was it something I said or did? Was it something my brother said” At that last statement you see a falter in his expression for a second before his face returns to its normal resting position. “It’s nothing Y/N. Stop making a scene.” “You know what Ushijima No I will not stop making a scene I’m tired of being ignored and pushed to the side.” “ Y/n drop it.” You hear your brother yelling at you from across the gym. “ NO you shut up, you don’t get to ruin my friendship and happiness because you’re jealous of his volleyball abilities.” Oikawa was to shocked to reply. “ Ushijima just listen to me, please. I don’t care what my brother said okay. Because you are the piece of me, I wish I didn’t need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don’t know why, but if our love is tragedy. Why are you my remedy and if our love is insanity, why are you my clarity?” “Y/N…” “I know you feel it too. Honestly it’s fucking crazy but I love you Wakatoshi.” The entire gym was silent it felt like an eternity before you heard him utter, “I love you too Y/N.”

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Expecting Life with their pregnant partner

Featuring Toru Oikawa, Atsumu Miya and

Daichi Sawamura

Toru Oikawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Atsumu Miya x pregnant GN! Reader; Daichi Sawamura x pregnant GN! Reader

Warnings: fluff, reader being a tiny bit reckless

A/N: i really loved the Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks version so I decided to expand it 😩 also thanks to @kingdaddydaichi for my current thighchi infatuation 🥲

Oikawa

“Hey love I’m home- oh my god YN are you ok?” Toru shouts as you look up from your positioned perched on the floor. He’s frantically throwing his bag to the ground while simultaneously trying to remove his shoes.

“Toru, calm down in fine!” You shout as your husband practically trips over his own feet trying to get to you as you sit on the floor. His hand goes to his chest when he sees what your doing, trying to calm himself and taking a seat on the couch.

“YN you nearly gave me a heart attack! Why are you painting your nails on the floor? I told you to go to the nail salon!” He scolded as you rolled your eyes and put the cap back on the polish.

“Toru, I have 5 weeks before my due date. I want to time my trips to get my nails done perfectly with my due date. I want to look nice when the baby gets here,” you pout as Toru shakes his head, rest his elbows on his knees.

“Love i’d pay for someone to come to the hospital to do you nails if it meant that much to you but you shouldn’t be getting on the floor like that when I’m not around,” he scolds as you glare back at him.

“I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own Toru!” You say, crossing your arms and turning your nose up at your husband.

“You want me to tell Iwa-Chan what you’ve been up too?” He says with a smirk as you neck snaps back, eyes widening

“You wouldn’t DARE!” You say and Toru takes out his phone.

“Say cheese darling,” he says before snapping a picture and showing it to you.

“Toru that’s not funny! Iwa will kick my butt if he finds out!” You whine.

“Then promise me this is the last time you’ll do this!” He says as he threatens to press send to his best friend.

You roll your eyes, resigning yourself the the fact that you have lost and nod in agreement.

“That wasn’t so hard now was it love,” Toru says before helping you off the ground, kissing your forehead lovingly.

Atsumu

Atsumu ran up the 3 flights of stairs to your shared apartment, not bothering to wait the extra few minutes for the elevator. When he received the phone call from Osamu saying, “don’t panic but Yn got hurt” every single thought flowed through this brain as he raced home to be with you.

“I’m here!! Where is Yn?” He said, slamming the door open as both you and Osamu jumped slightly at your husbands sudden entrance.

“Samu you freaking snitch!” You growled as Osamu rolled his eyes, moving out of the way as your husband closed in on you, examining you up and down for injuries, his vision landing on a towel in your hand.

“What the hell happened?” He shouted as you shushed him.

“Babe calm down! I’m fine, I literally just cut my finger while I was chopping up fruit it’s no big deal,” you said, as your husbands eyes landed on your hand.

“How deep is it? Do we need to take you the hospital? How much blood have you lost? Are you having any contractions? Is your waters broken?” Atsumu rattled out phrase after phrase as you just watched his panic stricken face.

“Sumu calm down would ya?!? It’s just a cut, nothing too deep or bad. Everything’s fine,” Osamu said as Atsumu’s head snapped to him.

“Then why did ya tell me?” He shouted back.

“I told ya not to panic ya idiot! I had it handled but I wanted you to know!” He said as he returned to your kitchen, putting away the onigiri he had brought you.

“YN why didn’t you just let Samu cut up your fruit baby? Ya knew he was comin!” Atsumu scolded as you frowned

“I can cut up fruit Sumu, I’m pregnant not helpless!” You said in return as Atsumu sighed.

“I know you’re not babe but please, I worry about ya being home when I’m at practice especially since I’m away from my phone. That’s why Samu comes to check on you. Please just promise me you’ll wait until I get home or Samu comes?” He begs as your instantly soften.

“Ok Sumu I promise,” you smile as your husband leans in, kissing your forehead.

“Gross get a room!” Osamu groans from the kitchen as Atsumu glares back at him.

“Why don’t cha get yourself a partner then it wouldn’t be so gross!” Your husband argues back.

You just sit there and sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that this, was in fact, your wonderful life.

Daichi

“Ummm- YN?” Your husband says as you studdenly bolt up, smacking your head on beam atop your attic.

“Ouch- crap, oh hey darling! How was work?” You say continuing to shift through boxes, your large belly serving as a stand as you move boxes from one location to another.

“It was fine, hey question- what the heck are you doing?” Your husband says, now standing on the top stair of the attic, as you finally find the box you were looking for.

“There it is!” You shout as you bring the box to your still very confused husband, “it’s the box of holiday decorations!”

Daichi gawked at you as you shifted your eyes from left to right, waiting for a response from your husband.

“YN it’s literally June, what do we need holiday decorations for?” He asks as you shrug.

“Well I was in the babies room and I was thinking about where to put the rocking chair. And then I got to thinking about how I’m to be rocking our baby to sleep in only a couple of months,” you said as Daichi tried to follow your logic.

“Ok babe but that still a few months away and we have yet to get to why you have holiday decorations out six months ahead of time?” He again questions.

“Well the baby is due in October and the last thing I’ll probably want to be doing is decorating for the holidays with a newborn. So I figured I’d decorate now and leave them up until next year,” you cheer, excited about your grand idea.

Daichi’s eyes widen as he tries to hold back a laugh, “ok babe well I’ll be around to help you in a few months so let’s just leave the decorations for now. And let’s not talk about how you shouldn’t even be up here. This attic is old and musty and what if you fell or something!”

You just roll your eyes and hand your husband the box, “your such a dad you know that! No wonder they called you ‘dadchi’ in high school.”

“No they didn’t Yn!” He protested

“Well not to your face love,” you laughed, heading down the stairs as you leave, your husband standing confused.

[scarfwrites]

um so (I'm so sorry I'm new to tumblr and I have never asked a question so I don't really know how this works, I apologise if I am doing something wrong) so I was going to ask if you can write a short fan fic iwaizumi x reader (female or gn) basically the reader is insecure and they start overthinking their relationship, iwa reassures them and showers them with sm love but I want it to be a little angsty in the beginning and then fluff, it's alright if you ignore this request, btw I wanted to say that your writing is awesome :)

Enough For Me

❅Genre : Fluff, Comfort, Angst

❅Pairings:  Iwaizumi x Reader

❅Warnings: none

❅ Summary : You couldn’t brush of those thoughts that told you that you weren’t good enough for Iwaizumi. But Iwaizumi reassures you are more than enough for him

❅A/N : I just wanna say thank you for the request! DW you’re doing great! I loved making this (mostly because iwa is my fav hehe) Also thank you so much! It honestly makes me really happy that you like my works 💙💙💙

This also made me slightly tear up 

As you make your way to the bleachers you see the crowds of people cheering for your boyfriends team. From the liveliness you can assume that his team was winning. It made you smile seeing the people cheer for Hajime everytime he landed a spike. The unwavering support your boyfriend’s team gets is something you wish you’d have in your performances.

“To you!” Oikawa sets the ball to the ace to which he spikes, causing their final point and ending the game in their victory.  The crowd's cheering is almost deafening. You hear the people around you talking to each other about the game.

|“Oikawa’s sets are so good!” |

|“No wonder why their team won!”| 

|“Have you seen their ace Iwaizumi? His strength and power are unmatchable to the other team”|

|“They’re all so handsome! Do you think we could have a chance with  Iwaizumi or Oikawa”|

|“Do you see how well they play? Only someone as talented as them would have any sort of chance with one of them”|

That last sentence stung your heart deeply. You’ve always felt like you weren’t enough for Hajime. Before the thoughts could fully cloud your mind you brushed it off as it was time to celebrate, afterall your boyfriend’s team just won. You waited outside the locker room but as you see Oikawa and Hajime walk out they get clouded by a lot of fan girls. You hid behind a pillar in order to not get caught by the crossfire from the amount of squealing the fangirls were making.

“You’re so amazing Oikawa!” A fangirl squealed

“You did so well!” Another fangirl squealed

“Thank you but no need for the flattery afterall I couldn’t have done it without my team” Oikawa said nobly making Iwaizumi roll your eyes which you couldn’t help but giggle 

“So talented and such a gentleman!” the fangirls let out a ear shattering scream

“You did so well with those spikes Iwaizumi!” a fangirl praised which surprised Hajime

“Thank you?” He responded astonished as he wasn’t used to getting compliments when Oikawa was right next to him

“You’re so strong! And so fit! Surely you’ve got a girlfriend!” The fangirl scanned Hajime’s build 

“Uh yeah I do” Hajime scratched the back of his head

“That girl must be as talented as you! They must be so lucky! I’m so jealous!” the girls continued to squealed 

You felt your heart sink again. You were glad of course that Hajime was getting praised, afterall he most definitely deserves it. He’s been open about feeling insecure that he wasn’t as good as Oikawa. But at the same time you couldn’t help but feel that belief makes you unworthy of him. Sure in academics you both would be equally matched but anything other than that you felt below him. Those praises just reminded you of how unworthy you are compared to him. The fog in your head lifts as you feel someone’s hand placed on your shoulder.

“Y/N? Why are you awkwardly standing there? You look so lost” Iwaizumi chuckled to himself

“Oh sorry! I was just thinking of something” you lied

“Is anything bothering you? You can tell me anything” Iwaizumi held your hands a gesture making your heart flutter

“Yeah I know don’t worry” you smiled making Iwaizumi smile back as he looked over to his friend

“Looks like Shittykawa over there is getting too ahead of himself again” Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes at the captain surrounded by his fangirls

“When is he not” you joked making Iwaizumi chuckle

“I’ve gotta get going,” Oikawa smiled, trying to leave “Iwa-chan! Y/N-chan! A little help!” Oikawa called out as the both of you look at each other

“Wanna ditch him?” Hajime smirked which you nod mischievously 

“HEY! WHERE ARE YOU BOTH GOING?! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE!” you hear Oikawa’s voice echoing as the two of you dash out of there leaving him with his fangirls

Your mind was clouded with all those thoughts about what people said to your boyfriend. Were you really enough for him? You tried so hard not to give in to those thoughts but everywhere you went with him as people stared you couldn’t stop those thoughts from plaguing your mind. As you walk down the hallways you see people all around you staring at the both of you. You try to look away and fight those thoughts but you couldn’t help it with all those whispers in your head.

|“Are they dating?”|

|“Iwaizumi has a girlfriend?”|

|“Isn’t that the same person who follows his team like a dog?”|

“Hey, are you alright?” You both stopped as you look to see Iwaizumi’s concerned face

“Huh? oh yeah! I’m fine” you faked a smile as Iwaizumi reaches one hand to wipe a tear from your eyes

“Y/N you were squeezing my hand and now you’re tearing up” Iwaizumi held your cheek “Hey, if there’s anything wrong you can tell me” Iwaizumi looked you eye to eye as you felt overwhelmed with those thoughts

One side desperately wanted to tell him, another side was convinced of how much of a hassle you were being and confessing to your problems would only add on to that.

“Y/N I’m here for you… If anything’s bothering you we get through this together right?” Iwaizumi spoke softly though as you were about to speak you hear the bell ring signalling that class was about to start

“Oh! We’re both gonna be late!” You panicked as you try quickly to get away 

“Y/N…” Iwaizumi frowned

“Let’s talk later! We can’t be late!” you chuckled nervously as Iwaizumi

calls out to you though you had already ran away towards your classroom making him sigh

Your heart sank well knowing that Iwaizumi is now worrying about you. You really didn’t want to feel more of a hassle then you already were. As Iwaizumi went towards the gym all he felt was distress knowing something was bothering you. You were the type to always be helpful and kind towards others, putting them first and never speaking about your own well being. You were always great comforting him and his team with their own problems but now he couldn’t do anything to find what’s been bothering you.

“Earth to Iwaizumi!” Makki waves a hand at Iwaizumi’s face

“Sorry…” Iwaizumi wiped his face as he stood up

“Something bothering you?” Makki asked as he looked at the vice captain

“Something’s bothering Y/N and they won’t tell me anything” Iwaizumi sighed deeply

“They have been acting differently lately” Makki noted

“Sounds like Y/N alright” Matsun commented

“That reminds me they never spoke about their problems like… ever?” Oikawa put a finger on his chin as he thought

“Yeah unlike you” Makki and Matsun snickered as Oikawa glared at the both of them

“They were slightly tearing up earlier today… Something bad is bothering them a lot” Iwaizumi frowned 

“After school why don’t you talk to them? Or better yet when they come here while we’re on break” Oikawa suggested placing his hand on his best friend’s shoulder as he nodded

Iwaizumi waited and waited for you to come to the gym, but you never came. Even during their break which you usually come with to spend time with the whole team you weren’t present. He wasn’t worried till hometime as you were nowhere to be seen. 

"That’s weird Y/N hasn’t visited us once today" Oikawa said as he drank water

"Do you think they’re avoiding me?" Iwaizumi spoke looking down

"Maybe they don’t want to talk about what’s been bothering them?" Kindaichi spoke his mind out loud

"Y/N always avoids confrontation so it could be true" Matsun nodded 

"Why don’t we all look for them around the school and if they aren’t there we’ll call their friends" Oikawa suggested as Iwaizumi got up and ran out quickly

"And off he goes" Makki said

Iwaizumi looked everywhere for you but you were nowhere to be found. Were you really avoiding him? He was about to give up searching for you till he remembered your favourite spot where you both hung out if you wanted to spend time alone together. He rushed towards the backstage in the auditorium and found you sitting in your room.

“Y/N! Are you alright?” Iwaizumi rushed towards your aid as his eyes widened in shock seeing your teary-eyed face 

“H-Hajime? I didn’t know you were all still here!” You tried wiping the tears off your face as you were embraced with a tight hug 

“I’m sorry for not being here Y/N…” he spoke softly as his hug tightened “Please, whatever’s been bothering you… let me be there for you” you hear his voice quiver as he never let go

You felt a rush of emotions overwhelm you. It was a first letting everything out of you in front of someone let alone your boyfriend. You’ve never shown Iwaizumi your vulnerable side, afraid of what he’d think of you. You felt so relieved that you were able to show him that you were feeling bothered after so long. Iwaizumi felt a wave of despair now knowing how much you’ve bottled inside from the amount of tears you poured. You felt his tight hug never let go accompanied with his words to comfort you. You felt all the tension and insecurities wash away and after a while you stopped crying.

“You ready to talk now?” Iwaizumi asked softly as he rubbed your back while you silently nod

“I’m sorry for all this…” you spoke quietly as he gave a sympathetic look

“It should be me apologising… I’m sorry you’ve had to bottle all this up” Iwaizumi expressed his remorse

“No… I shouldn’t have hidden this from you… I knew you wouldn’t hate me but… I didn’t want to be a hassle to you with all this unnecessary problems” you looked down as your eyes start to tear up again

“Don’t say your problems are unnecessary they’re just as important as anyone else’s” Iwaizumi placed his hand on your chin to face him “You’re never a hassle to me” he smiled softly 

“What’s been bothering you?” He looked at you

“Everyone’s always saying how you should get someone as talented as you or Oikawa. No one looks at me at my performances the way people look at you hitting a great spike. It makes me feel that you don’t deserve me and deserve someone better” you explained everything that’s been bothering you making the sadness you felt come crashing back in

“Hey hey, don’t say that about yourself you are more than enough for me” he wiped the tears falling from your cheeks “You aren’t untalented, you can sing beautifully enough to move us all. You are incredibly sympathetic and kind compared to anyone I've ever met. You put all of us first before yourself and you always cheer us up when we're down. If anything that makes you so much more of a great person” Iwaizumi smiled as he described what he thought of you making you blush beet red “You shouldn’t beat yourself up Y/N I don’t care about what any of those people say” he said firmly “You’re not perfect but you’re more than enough for me and I love you for that” He leaned in and pulled you for a soft peck on your lips

“Thank you Hajime…” you smiled softly as you buried your head in his chest making him chuckle

“Anytime, love” he softly whispered to you

[eggyrocks]

Hi!! I really love your work and congrats on getting 500 followers!! i was wondering if you could write #83 with mattsun?? thank you!!

yes yes yes i love this prompt fhjdkjkhlj i hope i do it justice

500 follower special: #83 “It’s always been you.”

mattsun x gn reader, friends to lovers, party setting, language, not proofread

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They picked a bathroom to hide in, them and Matsukawa. Outside the closed and locked bathroom door, is a crowd of drunk people listening to loud, bad music with the lights off. But inside that small, cramped bathroom, they sit with their back against the edge of the bathtub, legs stretched out towards Matsukawa, who leans against the opposite wall, his legs resting on top of theirs.

They like it better like this. When it's just them.

"Oikawa's gonna be mad at you," they say casually, holding a plastic cup up to their lips as they speak, trying to hide their self-satisfied grin. "This is the third person he's tried to set you up with that you've bailed on."

Matsukawa snickers, arms loosely crossed over his chest. Out there somewhere is his 'date,' probably bored and probably looking for him. They almost feel bad for whoever it is. They would feel worse if Matsukawa hadn't explicitly told Oikawa not to do this again.

And maybe they're just a little too overjoyed that he's here with them, again, instead of Oikawa's matchmaker experiment, to feel bad. Maybe their chest is fluttering at the idea that they're Matsukawa's first choice for company.

"Who cares? He's always up in arms about something," Matsukawa shrugs. "He'll get over it."

There's a knock on the door. Three loud, impatient bangs. "Occupied!" they call out to whoever's on the other side, not looking away from Matsukawa as they do.

From the other side, there's a groan, and retreating footsteps. Neither one of them feel too bad; they've got several other options, in a house like this.

"What about you?" Matsukawa asks, nodding his head in their direction. "Didn't you ditch the guy you came here with?"

That they do feel a bit bad for. The what's-his-name they showed up with seemed nice enough, they figured. And they had resolved before showing up to this stupid party that they would at least make an honest effort to stay by his side for the majority of the night.

But all it took was one look at Matsukawa from across the room, and they abandoned all of their resolve. All he had to do was smirk, and they were trailing behind him, obedient.

It always ends up like this. Just them.

"Eh," they respond with a shrug of their own, placing their cup on the floor beside them. "I don't think he's really my type."

Matsukawa scoffs. "You say that about everyone. I'm starting to think no one's your type."

Heat creeps up their neck. "Yeah, well you reject every-"

There's more knocks on the door, these ones more aggressive. Matsukawa lifts a leg off of theirs and jams the heel of his foot into the door. "Occupied," he says, voice low and not too concerned.

"Oikawa's looking for you two fuckers," the voice from the other side of the door, and they immediately recognize it to be Iwaizumi's. "And if he keeps annoying me about it, I'm gonna tell him where you are."

"Got it," Matsukawa calls back, eyes still heavy on them as he speaks. "Thanks Iwa."

They can hear Iwaizumi scoff as he retreats. Matsukawa gestures for them to continue. "Go on," he instructs.

"I was just saying," they continue, almost wishing they didn't have to; it's a dangerous line of conversation, "you can't really talk, since you've turned down every single person that's ever been interested in you."

And there's this sort of shift in the way Matsukawa looks at them. He lowers his gaze, and he leans forward, just a touch. "Have you ever thought," he starts, his voice shooting right through them, "that maybe there's a reason for that?"

They're not sure if their desperation for him is making them imagine something that's not there, for if there's a new light in his eyes, that he's looking at them differently. They swallow. "You're picky, is what I always thought."

Matsukawa sighs, and leans back against the wall. "Nah, you're way off."

"Well, then tell me," they insist, and now they're the one inching closer. There's a light knock on the door once more. "Fuck off," they spit out unceremoniously. "What's the reason, Issei?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Why do you wanna know so bad?" he questions.

Their face flushes, and they suddenly feel caught. They force themself to relax, shoulders slumping. "I mean, I dunno. I guess it's just...interesting."

Matsukawa removes his legs from theirs and sits cross-legged in front of them, inching closer. "What's so interesting about it, then?"

The small space of the bathroom suddenly feels much hotter than it did before, like the bright, yellow lights are heating up and burning them. Matsukawa does not once look away from them. "Is it so bad to wanna know things about you?" they question, unable to think of anything else reasonable when he's looking at them like that.

He looks over the details of their face, eyes roaming from the bridge of their nose to their shinning eyes to the curve of their lips. They feel like they can't breathe, when he looks at them like that. "I guess not," he answers softly and evenly. "It's you."

Their mouth feels like it's full of sand. "What?"

Matsukawa reaches forward and loops his fingers around the belt loops of their jeans, and he pulls them closer, sliding them against the tiled floor until their nose almost touches his. The sudden proximity makes their breath catch in their throat.

"I don't want them because they're not you," he says, eyes lowered.

Their eyes are wide and fixed on his, heart beating rapidly in the base of their throat. And they've lost all grip on their thoughts, head now full of buzzing static. All they can focus on his Matsukawa, and the way their body reacts to him.

"The reason I reject everyone is you," he tells them. "It's always been you."

For a moment, his words hang in the air. They don't settle in. They won't really settle in for a while. All that matters to them now is the way Matsukawa is looking at them, eyes intense and unwavering, "Issei," they finally breathe out, able to manage it because his name is one of the few comprehensible thoughts spinning in their head. "I want you."

The words come from them without much consideration of their meaning or implication, but it's true. They do want him. They've always wanted him. And it doesn't take much else for Matsukawa to smirk, and reach his hands up to cup their face, gently pulling them in closer.

And then-

"You two!" Oikawa's voice from the other side of the door rings out, accompanied by his fists slamming against the wood. "I am so sick of you two! Get out here and socialize with everyone else for once! God, with the amount of them you guys have been hiding you better've hooked up by now!"

Matsukawa doesn't even react, like he doesn't even hear the words of his friend as his eyes flutter shut, and his lips finally crash against theirs.

an: another one down....im afraid i'll be writing these forever......(also first time writing mattsun pls let me know what u think im afraid lmafo)

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