#iwaizumi x gender neutral reader

[forusomimiya]

Iwaizumi as a boyfriend could never afford not to thank you for everything you would do for him. Long hours at work would make him exhausted when he got home, but it wouldn't be a problem for him to let you take care of him. A bubble bath, a hot dinner, or watching a movie together in bed. Whatever you did for him, he would always be there to thank you.

"Ah honey, be gentler... I promise I'll give you what you want... just keep being a good girl for me, okay?" The little spasms of his cock bumping against your nose let you know he would be about to cum. You just had to watch him give himself to you. Low moans and grunts as he watched you suck his balls and choke on his strong cock.

"Mmm yeah baby...so close so close... now spread your legs and let me taste you, I need you with me". You obeyed and let his fingers and mouth take you. His breath at your entrance made you tremble and cling tighter to his mouth as you gave him a taste of all of you.

So engrossed in the sensation of his tongue licking you that you didn't realise he was giving you a taste of his flavour too.

[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.

[rishiguro]

JOB‘S COMFORTER - I. HAJIME

warnings: iwaizumi-centered. feelings of guilt. he needs a hug ngl. hurt/no comfort. roughly 1.2k so rather short.

a/n: @shoyostar this one‘s for you

iwaizumi has never been the best at comforting people.

but today he wished he was.

he immediately knew that something was up when he entered your flat— quiet and dark, missing your usual chatter, the music coming from the kitchen as you baked or cooked something.

putting away his shoes, he frowned as he entered, tiptoeing his way through the hallway and peeking into every room he passed — finding it abandoned, dark and quiet, before moving on to the next one. this went on, his concern growing with every second until he stood in front of the door to your bedroom.

his heart clenched as he reached for the handle, stopping when he heard your muffled whimpers. he could practically see you lying on the bed, a comforter messily thrown over you with your head buried in the pillow, hoping to stifle your cries.

possibly even waiting for him to come in, wishing for him to take a seat on the mattress right next to you, rubbing your back for a minute or two to help calm your sobs before pulling you up and putting your head on his chest and tightly wrapping his arms around you. he should mumble some words of affirmation and comfort, reminding you of just how much he loved you and how much he cherished you.

but he stood frozen in front of the door with a clenched jaw, his hand reaching for the door handle only to float in the air just a few centimeters in front of it.

iwaizumi realized quite early in life his strengths in athletics resulted in him lacking in the delicate handling of emotions. instead of caring and soft, iwaizumi was brash and outright clumsy when it came to matters of the heart, feeling like a bull in a china shop.

breaking things no matter what he did or how he did them — and no matter if he wanted to or not.

it didn’t even matter just who he was trying to comfort: his best friend, his friends, lover or family.

he always stumbled over his words, laughing awkwardly when he tried to crack a joke to get them to laugh. sometimes when he tried to offer some positive words or share the burden, he only seemed to make it worse, noticing how the person‘s shoulders dropped further down, the frown deepened on their face or the tears got a little bit bigger. and every time they did his heart sunk a little bit deeper, guilt weighing heavily on his mind for days after. and when he didn’t speak, the long silence was just as uncomfortable, almost painful for everybody involved.

so he learned rather quick to just retreat, let the person be for a while, either to calm down on their own or being comforted by someone else.

someone who was better at it than him.

he swallowed thickly, listening to your pained sobs, imagining your teary and patchy face, hiding away from the world, your shoulders shaking violently.

he should be there for you just like he promised and yet he stood outside, frozen, forced to listen to his lover‘s cries.

to your cries.

clenching his hand, he pressed his fingernails deep into his palm, scoffing at his pathetic self. he was supposed to be your support, your rock, the one to keep you from drowning. yet here he stood, witnessing your anguish first hand, so close to you like never before and he still refused to extend a hand out to you, pulling you out, keeping you safe.

how could he even call himself your boyfriend when in your moments of distress, when you needed nothing but comfort, he stood right outside, doing absolutely nothing to ease your mind and be there for you.

he was nothing but a pathetic excuse of a lover.

but even if he could get himself to move, to open the door and get to you, would that be of any worth if all he did was make it worse? when he couldn‘t get you to stop crying but only make your heart even more, punching you down instead of helping you up?

never in his life did iwaizumi manage to genuinely comfort someone. he was not only unable to let himself be vulnerable, but also allow others to feel this way with him, too clumsy around feelings and too brash as soon as he tried to be calm and comforting for once. so why would it be any different now?

so instead, he clenched his jaw, stepping away slowly with silent steps.

surely you would be better off without him right now. he would probably only make it worse by saying something wrong or not saying enough, when all he wanted was to help you feel better.

his feet dragged him into the dark living room, slowly moving towards the couch. turning on the small light on the side table, he sat down, staring blankly at the wall. and even though it was quiet, it seemed like he could still hear your sobs echoing through his head, making his heart ache and his fingers itch to reach out to you.

but he couldn‘t.

he didn‘t notice how the minutes have passed and he didn‘t hear how the bedroom door creaked open, your slurring steps slowly inching towards the living room.

you rubbed over your cheeks, hands fisting the sleeves of the sweatshirt on your torso, stopping in your tracks as soon as you saw the pair of white trainers sitting neatly in front of your door and a jean jacket hanging on your rack.

slowly you inched towards the living room, where you found an almost catatonic iwaizumi sitting on the couch.

“oh, hi. home already?“

your unsteady voice ripped him right out of his trance, his head shooting in your direction. looking up, he glanced right into your still teary eyes, noticing how you had hastily wiped your cheeks with the sweatshirt you were currently wearing — his sweatshirt.

he could tell that you tried to keep your composure, not knowing if he had heard you earlier and for how long he has been here, trying to appear as normal as possible. noticing your efforts only made his heart sink deeper.

he didn‘t know if it was because you didn‘t want him to see you hurt or because you knew he wouldn‘t be able to comfort you, instead leaving you to your own merits — like he already did, even if you didn‘t know.

his dry lips opened and closed for a few times, trying to say something to you, offering you some form of comfort or reassurance, but no word came out. he wanted to tell you so many things, offer you alive or just a few sweet words of affirmation or even no words at all, instead only pulling you in for a long hug. but he didn’t. instead he could only helplessly stare up at you, forcing his lips into a small smile and nod softly.

iwaizumi has never been the best at comforting people.

but today he wished he was.

reblogs are appreciated !

[darkmegs]

THEIR “FANGIRL” LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! PT. 2 (sugawara koushi and iwaizumi hajime)

warning: x gn!reader, crack, shirtless suga, enjoy our cute boys. please let me know if there are any mistakes~

a/n: you lot seemed to really enjoy the first part so here’s part 2!!

[ part 1 (oikawa, atsumu & suna) ]

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

forever known as karasuno’s angel—which, by the way, was incredibly inaccurate—one can only imagine the heaps of girls his fandom fostered.

they would fawn over the pretty setter for both his looks and his charming personality, and even empathize with his situation of being replaced; this earned kageyama many glares from suga’s dedicated fan base, not that the oblivious first year noticed.

“we got it!!”

you, yachi, and kiyoko walked into the gymnasium, hauling the boxes of jerseys for the boys.

“wow!! it looks so cool!!!” hinata jumped with excitement.

“go on and try it on. let us know if it fits so we can make alterations in time for the inter-high tournament.” coach ukai told them, nodding towards the three of you managers.

“looks like i’m the star of the show,” noya declared, chest puffed out in pride. hinata gasped loudly, eyeing the orange set the libero had on.

suga laughed, taking his shirt off to try his jersey on. right on cue, a crowd of girls appeared by the gym windows, peering with watchful eyes at the scene ahead of them.

yachi tugged on your sleeve, “umm, senpai? those girls are here again…”

you looked up and spotted the sight. groaning, you handed your clipboard to yachi, “i’ll shoo them away.”

you marched towards the exit with purpose. once you stood there, you cleared your throat. the girls jumped like frightened cats and scurried against each other.

“ladies, is this any way to act? it’s creepy. do you want to make the boys uncomfortable?” you asked, with your hands on your hips.

they blinked.

“we’re only here for sugawara-san, not the boys!”

the crowd agreed, and you dragged your palm against your face. then, you heard the familiar voice of your boyfriend walking up behind you.

“hey, y/n. could you get this in a bigger size? it’s too tight around my biceps.”

wrong timing.

you sighed, “here we go.” suga only looked at you in confusion, before he heard the erupt squeals and chants the girls unleashed from seeing a shirtless sugawara right in front of them.

as you massaged your temples to ease the growing headache they were giving you, you failed to notice the girl walking up to you two.

“why are you standing so close?!”

you looked up and saw a first year, her eyesbrows furrowed together and her fists clenched in fury.

you and suga looked at each other. you opened your mouth to protest, but you didn’t get the chance to do anything when you felt her harshly tugging you towards her, making you stumble in your step. the girl wrapped her arm around your waist, steadying you in place. to prevent yourself from falling, your arms instinctively reached out to hang around her shoulders.

slowly, she raised an accusing finger at suga. “do you have no respect for y/n? with your sweaty body so close; you’ll taint my beloved’s honor!”

“your beloved?” suga repeated, tilting his head.

“have some decency and cover yourself up,” the girl told him, “or else your gym odor will dilute the scent of y/n’s shampoo.”

“my shampoo?” you asked, “do i even know—“

“emi-chan, from class 1-2. delighted to finally meet you, y/n-senpai.” she smiled, “though i am sorry i did not come to you earlier; i should have stopped this boy from besmirching your grace sooner!”

suga chuckled, “‘besmirching y/n’s grace’? i had no idea that was a thing.”

emi looked at him as though he were worth nothing, “yes, well, i don’t expect you to find fault in your actions, but just know that there is a fault.”

“oh my,” suga couldn’t help but find this ordeal amusing, he raised his arms up in faux surrender.

“and my lovely y/n must have rose-colored glasses on,” she turned to you, “when will you realize that he doesn’t deserve you?”

you blinked, “i—i like suga…a lot.”

sugawara blushed in the background, “aww thank you, angel. i like you a lot, too.”

emi pretended she didn’t hear him. “but..i like you a lot as well…won’t you like me, too?” she asked, her eyes slowly getting glossy.

“i’m sorry, emi, but i don’t know anything about you. besides your interest in my choice of shampoo, of course.” you said.

her bottom lip quivered, “oh…”

she gently let go, allowing you to stand up straight and flatten your clothes down. she looked tragically dejected, and you felt a bit bad.

“suga-senpai.” she eventually spoke up, her eyes darkly casted on the ground.

“…yes?”

“take care of y/n. if i see you staining their honor again, you’ll be hearing from me.” she told him.

suga nodded, “roger that. i wouldn’t want to feel your wrath, emi-chan.”

“i didn’t give you permission to call me that. it’s sato-san to you.”

suga saluted her, “yes, ma’am—i mean, sato-san.” he was having too much fun with this.

she nodded, approvingly. “you might be karasuno’s angel, but you’re the devil in my eyes.” she said, striding away from the gym with confidence.

sugawara leaned in closer to you with a mischievous smirk, “well, at least she’s right about that.”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he couldn’t believe it himself, honestly.

iwaizumi was so used to oikawa having all the pretty girls’ attention. his breath hitched when he first heard about it from matsukawa and hanamaki. the two swear they saw iwa blushing that day.

but iwaizumi was more than infatuated with you; he barely paid any heed towards his fangirls. you often giggled, telling him it was fine to talk to them whenever he was approached after a game. but he would always shake his head, wrapping his strong arms around you and muttering a low, ‘your attention is enough for me.’

“tooru-kun!!”

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. before every match, the seijoh cheerleaders passed by and flirted with their suave captain. the wing spiker found it incredibly irritating and he began walking away just like every other time, when some of the cheerleaders made their way to him.

“iwa!!”

he turned around and saw two cheerleaders approaching him. they waved, an unmistakable blush coating their cheeks.

“hi, iwa-kun…” one greeted.

the other giggled, “why are you so formal? i’m sure senpai is fine with us calling him haji. right, haji?”

iwaizumi cleared his throat loudly, feeling uncomfortable at the pet name; only you called him that. he heard oikawa’s teasing laughter, and he didn’t hesitate to throw a water bottle at the immature setter.

“who’s that?” iwaizumi quickly tried to change the topic, noticing a cowering girl standing behind them. it took the two girls a few seconds to snap out of their daze; too busy staring at iwa to register his words.

“eh? oh th-that’s hina-chan.”

iwaizumi nodded, as one of the girls grew bolder and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “she’s shy.”

the girl—hina—realized iwaizumi was looking at her and scurried away. the girls snickered, “she talks about you during practice; always asking questions about you and y/n.”

iwaizumi couldn’t care less if some girls were gossiping about him, but when you were involved, he had to intervene.

“oh yeah? and what does she say about y/n?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“hmm,” the girl tapped her chin in thought, “things like ‘why are they together?’ or ‘he shouldn’t be with them!’ and so on.”

iwaizumi could practically feel the vein in his forehead popping, a low growl scratching the back of his throat. his eyes immediately tried to find you, only to spot hina-chan talking to you.

he immediately jogged over to you, spotting the frown you wore on your face as hina spoke with burning fervor.

“and what’s going on here?” he asked, instantly wrapping an arm around you protectively.

hina looked away and huffed, “nothing.”

“really? you seemed to have been terrorizing y/n from the looks of it.”

her eyes widened, “i would never terrorize my darling y/n!”

now iwaizumi was incredibly confused. he thought hina was harassing you about him like a crazed fangirl but he seemed to have been greatly misled.

“ha?” he asked. you quickly held onto his arm to explain, “haji—“

“y/n shouldn’t be with you! y/n should be with me! i was only trying to prove how hostile you are!”

if iwaizumi wasn’t angry before, he sure was now. him? hostile? with you?!

“i’ll have you know i treat y/n with the upmost respect and care. a-at least i hope y/n knows i do…” he scratched the back of his head. “but i’d never be aggressive with them!” he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest with a scornful huff.

hina gasped, “but you threw a water bottle at oikawa-san! that’s very aggressive if you ask me!”

iwa scoffed, “that’s because he’s an idiot.”

deciding to speak up, you pulled iwaizumi closer to you. “hina…haji is a very good boyfriend. he treats me very well—he’s such a gentleman, really. he would never lay a finger on me, not a chance. so, you shouldn’t worry about him being “hostile” towards me, because he would never do such a thing.”

iwaizumi felt his ears burn at your words, and he cleared his throat in an attempt to swallow down his flustered feelings. you smiled as he lifted his hand up to cover his reddening face.

“i-i see…”

the pair of you watched as hina’s cheeks started heating up, her legs awkwardly shuffling in place as she gripped onto the ends of her skirt.

“i am s-so sorry, iwaizumi-senpai! i seem to have misunderstood…my sincerest apologies, i won’t bother you or y/n again!!” and with that, she ran back to her fellow cheerleaders, hiding behind them as tears started forming in her eyes due to embarrassment.

“she seemed really sweet,” you commented, turning to iwaizumi.

he nodded, still feeling a bit shy. you only grinned and poked his side playfully, “good luck on the game, haji. play well for me, okay?”

he coughed loudly, “right.” he said, before stalking back to his trio of friends, who were currently clutching their stomachs in a fit of laughter.

you heard a distant “who are you laughing at, dumbass?”, followed by a harsh thud, accompanied with the captain’s cry for help.

sorry for being so inactive, folks. i’m wrapping up my last semester and graduating soon so it’s been pretty hectic but i hope you enjoyed this short post hehe, till next time!

thanks for calling darkmegs!!

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Team Japan’s Manager

Future Mx. Iwaizumi

Hajime Iwaizumi featuring Team Japan x GN! Manager

Warnings: fluff, swearing, Oiks and Sumu in the same hcs

AN: this is an anon request!

Ughhhhhh *punch’s air repeatedly*

It’s fine, I’m fine, this is fine 😐

What do I have to be jealous of?

I mean, sure you’re engaged Iwaizumi Hajime, 28, Athletic trainer

And sure you’re the manager for the Team Japan Men’s Volleyball Team

😐🙄 anyways, needless to say I’m extremely jealous of you YN

You’ve been dating Iwa for a while now

Actually even since you both met in College 🥰

You somehow managed to bag one of the hottest men in the entire universe and we won’t question it

Because you 👏🏻 deserve 👏🏻 it 👏🏻

Anyways, you are Iwa we’re always pretty low key about your relationship

I mean, Oikawa knew

Oikawa knows everything 🙄

But otherwise, you were pretty on the dl

It’s not that you didn’t love Haji or want to show him off but seriously nobody likes a bragger

Even thought you’d deserve to brag YN

I mean you bagged HAJIME IWAIZUMI so please brag away 😌

I’d be walking around like “this is my partner Iwaizumi Hajime, 28, Athletic Trainer. Isn’t he GORGEOUS!!!”

Fortunately you aren’t me and you are a humble being, who values your privacy with your fiancé

You and Iwa got engaged before you came back to Japan and before you both landed the gigs with Team Japan volleyball

Of course you both knew you were applying for each job and you encouraged each other

They were your dream jobs after all!

Not sure what universe you are living in to dream about managing toddler men Yn but you do you 😅

Anyways, you and Iwa were extremely professional while at practice

Of course, Kuroo and the coaches knew you were engaged

But the team, the team did not

And there were absolutely no problems

😂😂😂 literally couldn’t even type that with a straight face

N E WAYS the guys were literally feral at practice and around you

You and Iwa both agreed that you shouldn’t wear you engagement ROCK at practice

Because like, it can get caught on the net, your finger could get jammed, literally so many problems

You wanted to get a band for practice but you just hadn’t gotten around to it

Not like you aren’t super busy or anything 😐

“YN WHERE ARE THE TOWELS?”

“YN do you have an extra nail file?”

“YN can you help with blocking practice?”

“YN where’s Bokuto?”

“YN Hinata’s locked in the bathroom again!”

Literally not busy at all 🙄

You literally crashed every single night when you got home and Iwa understood why

While he had a training room to seek refuge in, you had nowhere to run

You literally had a trail of 6ft plus ducklings following you

Every once in and a while you’d manage to escape to visit Iwa

You’d walk through the doors of the training room as Haji would watch

“Hey babe, how’s it going?” He’d ask as you’d put your hand up, collapsing on of the training tables

“Please Haji, just 5 minutes of quiet,” you’d groan out as you tried to recover

5 seconds later

“YN? YN!!! Hey there you are?” Hinata would yell with Kageyama on his heels

Iwa is just rolling his eyes in the corner

You stand up, fixing your hair and staring at the two dummies

“Yes?” You grit out

“Can you measure our jumping height? Kageyama said I’m still not as high as he is!” Hinata says

“You’re still shorter than me you shrimp!” Kageyama growls

“SAY THAT TO MY FACE CRAPPYAMA!” Hinata yells

“I would but I’d have to bend down,” kageyama smirks 😏

“Alright- Alright!” Iwa says, breaking it up as you sighed

“I’ll be there in 2 minutes guys, please try not to kill each,” you add as they leave

Iwa walks over to you grabs you and gives you a big hug, “love you babe, we will get your favorite tonight for dinner to make up for these idiots.”

Needless to say, Hajime was your savior the whole training season

And when it came to the actual Olympics he was there to support you the entire time

As you prepared for your first game, our favorite Argentinian v.ball player came to visit 🥰

“There’s my precious YN-Chan!” Oikawa gushes as you stare

You 👉🏻😐🙄 hello Toru

Kageyama and Ushijima are fuming in the corner because like why are you talking to HIM 😤

“So when is the big day Yn? Have you and Iwa-Chan decided when you’re going to get hitched?” Toru says

Team Japans heads snap to you 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ excuse me-

“Ha ha good one Oikawa,” Aran says

“Why would you ship YN with Iwa and not me!” Atsumu says offended

“Wait they don’t know?” Oikawa says

“Who doesn’t know what?” Iwa says, standing next to you

“That you and YN are engaged,” Oikawa says as Team Japan just stares at you

“Say sike right now!” Atsumu cries

You and Iwa 👉🏻😐🙄 well it was good while it lasted-

“Shittykawa it’s because they didnt know!” Iwa says

“YN really?!?” Hinata gushes 🥹

Flower MAN material YN write it down ✍️

“Dang! Well I guess congratulations!” Yaku adds

“It’s not a big deal guys, we don’t talk about it much,” you say

“Really Yn? Because I’d totally brag about being engaged to Iwa if I were you!” Hoshiumi laughs

He’s not wrong Yn 😏

“Omg wait Yn can I be a bridesmaids? Or a brides man or a man groom?” Bokuto :D

You 👉🏻😐😳 uhhh

“No Bokuto I’m going to be the best man for YN! Or brides person? Or person of honor?” Hinata questions

You and Iwa 👉🏻🤨 well at least they aren’t nervous anymore

“Now now everyone, I’m going to be the only person standing up for YN and Iwa,” Oikawa 🥰

“Over my dead body!” Atsumu screams

“Shittykawa shut up!” Iwa shouts

You just sigh, absolutely living your life ♥️

[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.”

[neapolitanupsidedowncake]

best friend headcanons for iwaizumi hajime (high school)!! gn!reader

you guys met when you were children, your parents were friends in the same neighborhood, so obviously they encouraged you to make friends with him

at first you were kinda startled by his intense personality (definitely one of those 5 year olds that screeched and yelled slaughter the enemy every 10 seconds)

but you warmed up to each other because you hanged out with each other a lot

back to high school lol

he was scared that you'd just use him for oikawa and leave him

but when he asked you that you aggressively assured him that you're not goin anywhere

by the way you, oikawa, and iwa are best friends forever 😎

invites you to his games, likes it when you cheer for him in the stands

he made this promise with you in middle school one time where if he wins a game then you have to give him coffee or some kind of reward

so you've kept that promise

overall a great best friend, threatens to murder anyone who tries to hurt you

[sassycheesecake]

In honor of Iwa-chan‘s birthday today, a small os for my bestie @rukia-uchiha-98 ❤️

Warnings: mentions of blood

You’re already in a bad mood when your friend drags you to a volleyball game that your school is having.

Aoba Johsai against Karasuno.

Now, if it were an actual match, you‘d understand her hype a lot more but the thing is, she really wants to watch that smug bastard Oikawa play.

Neither you or your friend knows anything about volleyball though, it’s just an excuse to watch pretty sweaty high school boys play ball and run around.

Pulling you by your uniform to some free places along the side of the gym hall, you and your friend sit down.

As soon as your friend spots the Captain of Aoba Johsai, she squeals in excitement and shakes you a little bit by the shoulders.

Letting her do what she wants, you just sit there with an annoyed expression and wait for her to calm down.

In the beginning, you watch the ball going to your team‘s field and the opponent‘s field but after a while, you get bored, so you fish your phone out of your hand.

Swiping through your homescreen, you open your Pinterest app to look at some more Satoru Gojo fanart to distract yourself.

All of sudden, your friend next to you screams out your name and she ducks to the side.

Before you can even react, an extremely heavy force lands on your face, making you see a white light for the moment.

Only a few seconds later, a vastly pain spreads through your face.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God (Y/N) are you okay?!“ A shrieking voice rings in your ear.

You barely acknowledge your friend‘s voice, as you hold on to your nose with your hands, when you felt a warm wetness against your hands.

Slowly pulling your hands back, you see blood covering your hands.

Due to your huge shock, your feel a lot of tissue papers being shoved into your face, covering half of it.

„Owwww….“ you mumble out.

„(Y/N)! SPEAK TO ME! WHAT YEAR IS IT?!“

„2012 and stop screaming in my ear, I am right next to you. Oh gosh this hurts so bad.“

„Oh sorry… let’s go to the nurse‘s office, maybe she can give you some ice.“

With both of you heading out to the gym to the school nurse‘s office, you hear a voice shouting behind you.

„HEY WAIT!“

Both turning around, you see a muscular guy in his Aoba Johsai uniform running towards you with the number „4“ on the front of his shirt.

His dark brown hair is slightly spiked up, it reminds you a little bit of a cute hedgehog.

The sweat is slightly running down on his face, his cheeks red from probably running after you.

His face shows deep concern and big regret and you can guess from his guilty face that he was the one that slammed the volleyball into your face.

Your friend is just as much as in shock like you, surprised that the Wing Spiker followed the two of you.

„Are you… are you okay?“ He pants when he stands in front of you.

„I uh… I am okay… just in pain…“ You retort.

„(Y/N) I will leave you be, since Iwaizumi is here, text me later what the nurse says.“ Your friend farewells you with a smirk on her face.

As you and the volleyball player stare after your friend, you mentally curse her for her devious smirk.

When the brunette turns around to look back at you, he frantically starts apologizing.

„I am really sorry, I-I uh…-“ You gently interrupt him.

„It’s not your fault that the ball flew in my direction, unless of course you did that on purpose, then I will slam a ball into your face.“ You threaten with a dangerous tone in your voice.

He looks even more horrified at the thought of him doing it on purpose.

„No! I swear! I tried receiving the ball from the opponent and it bounced off and flew with an incredible amount of speed into your direction.“ He mutters with a redness on his cheeks.

You hum at his explanation.

„We‘ll just blame physics then.“ You try to smile beneath the bloodied tissues, getting into the nurse‘s office.

The handsome looking stranger mirrors your smile, follows you into the room after making sure you’re okay with it because he still feels bad for your probably broken nose.

After the nurse has checked out your nose, she confirms that it is indeed broken and tells you to go to the hospital to have it checked out. She did give you some pain medication and a cold compress to hold against your nose. Luckily your nose stopped bleeding.

Both of you exiting the office, you notice you don’t even know his name, so you ask for it.

„Call me Hajime.“

„What a beautiful name. I‘ll see you around Hajime. Thank you for accompanying me.“

„Goodbye (Y/N), I‘ll see you around.“ Iwaizumi blushes a bit around his cheeks, the tips of his ears gushing red as well.

You part your ways, with you heading home and Iwaizumi back to the gym.

With a small smile, Iwaizumi walks back to the gym, a tumbling feeling settling in his stomach, like his heart is making more jumps than usual.

When he reaches the locker room, he sees his teammates almost done with changing into their school uniforms.

Hanamaki notices Iwaizumi first when he walks in.

„So? Got her number?“ The Outside Hitter asks intrigued.

Iwaizumi frowns at that.

„What?“

„We saw you running after that girl like a headless chicken, don’t try to deny it, we followed you until you both went inside the nurse‘s office.“ Matsukawa explains.

„You guys have nothing better to do than spy on my personal life?“

„Nope.“ They all say in sync.

„Iwa-chan, can I be the best man at your wedding and tell your future wife that you still collect Godzilla merch like a 10 year old geek?“

Iwaizumi throws a bottle from the bench at Oikawa, who barely dodges it.

The rest of the team laughs at their banter, happy that Iwaizumi may have found someone special in his life.

@nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert

[kissagii]

𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕖...

featuring: iwaizumi, akaashi, kuroo, sugawara x gn!reader

warnings: none :)

𝕚𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕫𝕦𝕞𝕚 𝕙𝕒𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕖

wearing his spare jersey to games

having an arm around your waist whenever you're together

random passionate kisses

him trying to seduce you by flexing

movie marathons going late into the night

being reminded to drink water throughout the day

him being at any of your events (sports or whatever you do)

𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 𝕜𝕖𝕚𝕛𝕚

sunset walks through the park

coffee shop dates

random flowers turning up in your backpack/locker/doorstep

him kissing your hand like a proper gentleman

late night conversations about philosophy

ranting about the classmates/coworkers that get on your nerves

him falling asleep on your chest to the sound of your heartbeat

𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕠 𝕥𝕖𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕠

him trying to impress you with the programs on his calculator

other guys being afraid to flirt with you

rambling to each other about your random interests

cheesy pickup lines as greetings

him dropping everything to come to your aid when you need it

texts reminding you to get to sleep on time

things you ask him to pass you being held out of your reach

𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕜𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚

compliments folded up inside origami birds

rib crushing surprise hugs

watching low quality romcoms to just to roast them

cheering loudly whenever he gets to play in a game

being surprised with your favorite food when you're feeling down

looking for shapes in the clouds and stars

forehead kisses

[sweet-citrus-candy]

sweet arms

(aka iwaizumi hajime’s arms)

that’s it. that’s the tweet.

summary: iwaizumi and you share a laugh over ice cream

(this happened during high school era! my fav <3 )

warnings: this is my first time posting my writing and i wrote this at 3 am. please don’t take it seriously. also a little itty bit of implied nsfw at the end if you squint, but it’s majorly fluff.

tags: childhood best friends to lovers and mutual pining (does neighbor to lovers count?)

tbh i really wrote this for the ending. so the parts leading up to it are pretty nonsensical and humorous.

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it’s a hot summer day and you and iwaizumi walk to the grocery store to buy ice cream. being neighbors and childhood friends, the two of you practically do everything together. which is why after buying the cold sweet treats, the two of you head to your “secret hideout”.

a long time ago you had discovered a large willow tree out of sight of any passerby’s, and deemed it a secret hideout. naturally, being close friends with iwaizumi lead you to sharing your finding with him. the two of you often hid there and played with action figures. iwaizumi was usually godzilla, and you often played as king kong. each battle had a different outcome, and neither of you had any clue who was going to win until the final move. recently, neither of you brought the action figures. you were both in the third year of high school, so you didn’t play with them as often. only occasionally.

most days, the two of you liked to talk and joke about the most random things. perhaps a neighbor was opening her mailbox while wearing pajamas with ducks on them. maybe one of you had spotted two children wearing a large trench coat trying to enter the movies. not all conversations were about the people living in the same city, but a lot of them were.

today, the two of you are joking about a little girl who bit into a lemon at the grocery store earlier.

“i saw her picking up a lemon when her dad’s back was turned, and she bit into it! and she made the funniest face. it looked like-,” iwaizumi says scrunching his face.

you laugh really hard at the face he’s making and try to imagine what the girl must’ve looked like.

“and when her dad turned around he didn’t see the lemon at first so he looked like a fish out of water trying to figure out what was happening!” iwaizumi laughs while imitating the confused dad.

seeing iwaizumi open and close his mouth repeatedly made you laugh so hard you start shaking. your stomach hurts from laughing so you lightly punch iwaizumi in the arm as revenge.

he feels something cold touch his arm so he stops and looks down. you notice him pausing so you look down as well. iwaizumi is wearing a tank top and there on his bare arm is a smear of ice cream. you forgot you were holding ice cream when you punched him since you were laughing so hard.

“oh my bad! did we get any napkins?”

“no, we didn’t.”

you panic and use the only solution you can think of at the moment. you lick the ice cream off his arm.

the two of you short circuit. there’s no way that you just did that. no way. you were hallucinating. totally.

iwaizumi on the other hand was still processing what just happened. his mind is blank before it floods with thoughts. his best friend -no, his crush- of who knows how long just licked his arm. he’s not sure if you like him back the way he does, but he prays you do. did you not know what you were doing to him?

“oh my god. im so sorry. i shouldn’t have. what was i thinking??” you ramble.

“hey, it’s ok,” he responds in a calm voice. in a quieter one he adds on, “i kinda liked it.”

your eyes open widely; you had heard what he whispered. although flustered, you tease him back.

“it sure tasted nice. your arms are so yummy.”

[admiringlove]

[18:51]

.

.

.

"you look like shit."

iwaizumi hajime scoffs at you from the park bench. although the atmosphere is a little bitter, you still break out the smallest smile. you can't help it. you slowly walk over to the seat, your hands shoved in your pockets as you sit down next to him. your eyes wander to his face, that only peers ahead.

"fuck," he mumbles, blinking back, "we're really eighteen, huh?"

"yeah, it sucks," you add, "i don't know what the heck i'm supposed to do with my life. hell, i don't even know how taxes work. or how to make my bed."

he laughs. and you're sure it's the most melodious thing you have ever heard. it keeps going for about thirty seconds, and you're glad it does. he sounds beautiful. his eyes are closed as he laughs, and you're glad he doesn't see you gawking at him. gosh, anyone would be able to tell how in love you are. except hajime, of course.

he stops laughing now, "the fact that you don't know how to make your bed is concerning."

"hey, come on. sheets are an absolute menace. i stick one side of them in, the other side comes out. it's so weird. who even came up with the concept of bedsheets?" you ask, giggling, "that dude was definitely high."

iwaizumi only laughs more, and it sort of lifts a weight from your heart. you knew why he was here in the first place. you and oikawa are probably the only people that know. ever since aoba johsai lost against karasuno high, iwaizumi hajime has been coming to this park. and he sits on this very bench every day for around half an hour before heading home. the sun is setting, and it's darker than it is light.

"you know, we used to play aliens here," you say enthusiastically as you point your finger, "over there by the swings and that red slide that used to be green. oikawa made himself the alien all the time. you were the police officer. and i was the person that gets abducted."

"it was always aliens," he shook his head, "that idiot never let us play anything else."

"i always had fun being rescued," you shrug, "i don't know 'bout you, it was fun watching you beat him up with a stick."

"and then i had to buy him icecream because he'd cry and tell me he was gonna complain to his pretty older sister," iwaizumi smiles at the memory, "god, i miss being a kid."

"me too," you mumble, "me too."

there's a comfortable silence surrounding you two. your eyes meet and then break contact a few times. there's stars in the sky now, and then, the atmosphere changes.

"i feel like i let everyone down," he whispers. there's space between the two of you, and you're starting to hate it, "i let oikawa down. i let you down. i'm a shit volleyball player, and i'm a shit ace."

"oi," you narrow your eyes, "don't say that. you didn't let us down. and you aren’t a shit ace."

"but i am though," he argues, "i would've won the game that day if i didn't wanna let you down."

you sigh, scooching closer to him before you smack the side of his head lightly. he feigns pain, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at you, "do you really want me to tell you what you say to oikawa all the time?"

he groans. you smile, "six who are strong are stronger together. i want you to remember that, okay? it wasn't your fault. everybody made mistakes. even kageyama made mistakes."

"but they won, anyway," he tsks, "i couldn't even get us to nationals."

this time, instead of smacking him, you pull him closer towards you. he looks at you, eyes red and glassy. his lips part, whispering, "what do i do?"

"rest," you whisper back, "you're supposed to rest after working hard for a very long time. so, rest."

he gulps the comforting air, leaning his head against your shoulder, "thank you."

"you don't thank friends, you moron," you sneer, "if you say sorry now, i will poke your eye. or even worse, that place where you're ticklish."

"i was totally not going to apologize for thanking you," he laughs, "but seriously, thank you."

"like i said, don't mention it."

maybe you would tell iwaizumi hajime that you were in love with him later. but that day was not going to be today. today, you were content just being his friend. today, you were going to get satisfaction from being there for him when he needs a shoulder to lean on the most. when he's not strong, but a crying mess who feels like he let every single one of his friends and teammates down.

today, you would be his best friend. and you would make him laugh as he cries.

© all works belong to admiringlove on tumblr. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

[eggyrocks]

bruised part four -> not slutty enough

m.list

♪ now playing: 2007 by you love her ♪

fun facts ->

when yn won her match, iwaizumi cheered out loud, "that's my girl"

in high school, yn would do her best to go to all the aoba johsai volleyball games; oikawa and iwaizumi would go to as many of yn's matches as they could

oikawa made a powerpoint presentation about volleyball and it's rules and made yn sit through it, it was extremely thorough and extensive

he wanted yn to do the same for boxing, but she hardly did her regular homework, she was not about to do an entire other project for no good reason

her powerpoint was one slide: "hit the other person. try not to let the other person hit you back."

yn, hitoka, and alisa hit their record for mirror selfies at the club: 238

yn and bokuto had a thumb wrestling match and an arm wrestling match. alisa thought it was flirting. it was not. they were both dead serious about winning (yn won the thumb war, bokuto won the arm wrestling)

bonus!

an: i honest to god don't really know anything about boxing im rlly just making shit up do NOT hold me to any realism lmafo

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[rishiguro]

12; VISIT

iwaizumi didn't have to wait for long until his best friend picked up the call.

"hello iwa-chan," oikawa sang with a smile on his lips, "can't believe that this is one of the rare moments where you're the one to call me"

iwaizumi's lips curved weakly, rolling his eyes at the setter's antics.

well, he wasn't wrong. usually it was indeed oikawa who called first, usually during his breaks at practice or on his days off, when iwaizumi was either also on a break or already off work, getting ready for bed.

"yeah well, miracles happen," iwaizumi stated, shrugging. his eyes darted to the top of his screen, reading the time. remembering how late it actually was for his friend, he couldn't help himself, scolding him. "and you really shouldn't be awake anymore, you know? i thought you fixed your sleeping schedule?"

oikawa gasped, a hand on his chest as he laid back in his chair. "excuse me, i'm doing perfectly fine, thank you very much?”

shortly after the brown haired man furrowed his brows, carefully examining the image on his screen.

"also, don't try to change the topic. don't think i can't see that you're definitely not at home. at at mattsun's or makki's"

iwaizumi cursed mentally. obviously it was pointless, his best friend has always been incredibly fast to pick up the slightest shift of mood or every piss-poor attempt to divert his attention. "i know, i'm sorry. it's just—" he sighed, ripping his eyes away from the screen in front of him and opting to look at his hand holding the phone, "yeah i don't really know how to say this"

oikawa's face fell as he heard his, body leaning towards the phone propped up on his desk.

"hajime, you're worrying me" he uttered carefully.

the two of them have known each other for all their lives and been through every stage of life together. they've experienced joy, anger, loss and heartbreak together, yet oikawa could count on one hand how often he has seen his best friend so distraught.

silent seconds turned into minutes, words hanging on iwaizumi's lips, yet never really managing to spill over the edge.

slowly oikawa started to get impatient, his leg bouncing rapidly under his desk. there was no way that his best friend would make jokes about such situations, so he knew that the prolonged silence should be credited to iwaizumi's nervousness. and while the setter didn't want to pressure his best to tell him anything, his mind started racing, jumping from one horrible scenario to the next. "i swear if this is just some stupid prank i will fly over there and—“

"i have cancer," iwaizumi blurted out, jaw clenching immediately after.

"what?" oikawa stared at his screen in disbelief as iwaizumi looked away from the camera.

he slowly nodded, pulling his knees closer to him as he sat. "cancer. i don't know much more yet, the doctors told me they're going to do some lab tests and x-rays to figure it out"

oikawa cursed loudly, hiding his face in his hands for some moments before starting to massage his temples with closed eyes.

"yeah. fuck"

silence settled over the two for the n-th time, however this time it was heavy on their shoulders. iwaizumi didn't even dare to turn his face back to the camera, afraid to face his best friend, afraid of what he might see.

he didn't want to be pitied, he didn't want to see the look of horror on his face or the sad look in his eyes.

he didn't want it to be real.

it was the brown haired setter that spoke again, parting his tightly closed lips again. "how far along?" iwaizumi's jaw clenched. " don't know yet. not for sure, that is"

"okay" he nodded.

after moments that felt hours to him, iwaizumi allowed himself to take a glance on his phone screen. the setter was hunched over on his desk, face hidden in his hands. iwaizumi could see his forced deep breaths as his best friend desperately tried to stay calm.

the dark haired man swallowed, trying to get rid of the big lump in his throat. his eyes darted back to the time, instantly feeling regret. "i know it's late and i'm—“

"don't," his best friend immediately interrupted, holding his hand up. "don't you even dare to apologize. i just—" he paused for a second, leaning back on his chair again, arms falling down. his eyes were distant, like he was zoning out. "just don't know what else to say”

feeling ashamed, iwaizumi looked away again, chewing on his bottom lip.

"okay" oikawa took a deep breath, leaning forward before he started rapidly typing on his keyboard.

confused, iwaizumi looked at his best friend. "what are you doing?"

"i'm checking the next flights and getting myself a ticket,” he stated, like it was completely obvious.

"tooru—“

he shook his head, effectively cutting his best friend off, without even looking at the screen. "no, hajime. i don't care. my best friend is in the hospital and has cancer for fucks sake. there's no way i'm not going" he clenched his jaw, brows furrowed in concentration. "don't expect me to just stay here and not do anything. because i won't. i can't"

and if oikawa looked at the screen, he would've seen iwaizumi quickly wiping a tear from his cheek.

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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[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.

[cherryxoke]

WAYS THEY CUDDLE

aoba johsai edition:

The ones that guy you tight so you know that they are never letting you go. They want you to stay with them for as long as possible and holding you tight is the way they show it.

Hanamaki

The ones that lay on top of your chest because it’s just so comfy. They can fall asleep within minutes of laying on your chest and they always feel the need to squeeze your ribs as tight as they can.

Kunimi, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa

The ones that complain that they don’t want to but never let you go when you need to pee. They hold on as tight as they can when you say that. If that doesn’t work then they will pretend they’re sleeping so you can stay with them.

Kyotani, Kindaichi

The ones that are connected to you 24/7. Even without meaning to be they are naturally cuddly. They keep you by their side all the time. Somehow always holding your hand. It’s not a surprise that they are small spoon and refuse to be big spoon.

Oikawa, Yahaba

[white-poppie]

Kitty-incidence

Characters: I.Hajime x Gn! reader Genre:  fluff Writer: @ white-poppie Song recommendation: Backyard boy

HAIKYU!! (ハイキュー!!)

Iwaizumi huffed after seeing the grey clouds of deuterium floating like sail-boats high above. The faint tapping of rain against his window-sill made it impossible for him to concentrate on the book lying on the table.

He sighed and closed his book. Looking out of his window, he was pedestrians walking with their colourful umbrellas and raincoats, kids splashing in muddy puddles, cars speeding across them.

His eyes fell on a certain figure, drenched from head to toe, staggering around in their wet clothes with a bundle in their hand.

It didn’t take him long to realize who it was, Y/N L/N from year two. The person he was shipped with by the entirety of his team due to his extremely obvious crush on them.

He rushed downstairs and wore his shoes, taking an umbrella from the stand in his porch he ran out towards you.

“Y/N?” he shouted causing you to look back at him.

“Iwa senpai? What are you doing here?”

“I should be the one asking you that,” he huffed, “why are you out in the rain, do you want to get sick?”

You showed the small bundle wrapped in your rain coat, it was a shuddering cat, obviously breathing very slow.

“I saw her on my way, I couldn’t have left her alone, her breathing is very shallow,” you sniffed, “there is a vet nearby, I just need to take her there.”

Hajime rubbed a hand on his face and gave you the umbrella, “hold this, I will be back very quick.”

You nodded mindlessly and held the umbrella.

Within seconds Iwaizumi came running back with a second umbrella and a towel, “I’ll wrap this around the cat, you wear your rain coat.”

You gave the cat to Iwaizumi, he wrapped her tightly like a burrito while you wore the raincoat.

“Let’s go,” he said opening the umbrella and giving the cat to you.

After reaching the vet, you two patiently waited for the doctor’s analysis.

“She just has a little fever,” the vet checked, “give her some medicines and she will be fine.” 

Getting out of the clinic, you smiled at Hajime, “I am so glad she is okay.”

He nodded in understanding, “me too.”

“Thank you for helping me today,” you bowed in gratitude at Iwaizumi.

“Don’t mention it,” he chuckled leaning down to meet the cat, “I’ll come visit you soon.”

You laughed and held her paw, “Say bye, Haji.”

Oh god, if Iwaizumi wasn’t blushing earlier, he was now, for sure. Did you just name the cat Haji? Was this flirting or was this a way of gratitude. His ears turned red and he cleared his throat, “I-I will leave now.”

“Bye Iwa Senpai!”

“Iwa Senpai~” God his ears were ringing at this point.

“Iwa Senpai~”

“IWA SENPAI!” Iwaizumi flinched as he came back to his senses...a bit too late because he couldn’t control the ball that hit him on his face.

Kindaichi rushed to get the ball while Iwaizumi robbed his nose, groaning in pain.

“Iwa Senpai you have been very distracted today, are you sick?”

“No-I-”

“Yes he is,” Oikawa said smugly, spinning the ball on his index finger, “your Iwa senpai is lovesick.”

“Ehhh...” now everyone in the gym was suddenly interested.

“Who is it, Iwa senpai?” Kunimi questioned.

“This is stupid,” Kyotani tsked, continuing his practice.

“You are salty because no one likes you,” Matsukawa stated and Kyotani just growled.

“But really Iwaizumi, who is it?” Hanamaki questioned. Iwaizumi’s cheks were flushed with embarrassment.

“Its no one,” he replied and comments of ‘lie’ echoed in the gym.

“It’s Y/n,” Oikawa smirked and Iwaizumi cursed under his breath.

“Wait...Y/n as in Y/n L/n from my class?” Kunimi explained.

“Damnn Iwa likes the younger ones, huh?” Hanamaki chuckled.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, hiding his red face behind his palms.

“Aww he is getting flustered.” Iwa groaned at the mocking of his teammates. It was technically your fault to make him act like a 12-year-old in love.

“I am going to get some water,” he sighed, ignoring the snickers coming from behind him.

Iwa washed his face in cold water, lifting the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the water. He took a deep breath and started walking back into them gym, only to bump into a figure running into him.

“Careful,” he said holding them by their shoulders as a reflex.

You squeaked at the sudden contact, “Iw-Iwaizumi senpai!”

Oh god, oh no no, Iwaizumi quickly removed his hands and bit his lips in embarrassment. 

“H-hey Y/N, Wh-what are you doing here?” he stuttered, mentally slapping himself.

“I-I was going to library,” you answered, “how is the practice going?”

“Its going, good uhm great, yeah,” he answered hating the awkwardness.

“That’s great,” you squeaked out.

“Uhh how is the cat?” he questioned.

“Oh, Haji?” Yep, the cat you named after him, “she is doing pretty well, her fever is down and she is really active, you should come visit her soon.”

“Yeah I will,” he rubbed the nape of his neck in embarrasment, “uhh Y/N are you free this Saturday, y’know maybe we can play with...Haji and then go to this really nice cafe I know?”

“Yeah, Saturday sounds good,” you said trying to ignore the flush on your face.

“Alright,” he smiled, “Saturday it is.”

“WOOHOO CONGRATULATIONS!!!” Kunimi exclaimed, earning a slap from Oikawa. Oikawa looked straight at Iwaizumi and whipped out a thumbs up of approval while muttering a few words as if he hadn’t been caught spying with his minion.

Yeah...he wasn’t going to hear the end of it.

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