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atsubaka · 4 years ago

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the type of dads they'd be

w atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa, oikawa, iwa, kuroo, bokuto & ushijima

warnings: all characters are aged up (married), everyone has daughters cuz i'm soft for that kind of crap, and just domestic stuff ig

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✵ atsumu

ya know those types of dads your friends crush on? that's atsumu. whenever he picks up your daughter from kindergarten after training, your child is always surrounded by a mob of girls from her class - some were even from the higher grade levels 💀 they'd squeal so loud when they spot your husband's sports car come into view, making your daughter think he's their dad. they would even gossip about how lucky you were, to have been married to the blonde and how you're probably not even that pretty 🙄 atsumu would be nice to these girls - thinking they were d/n's friends, while they were obviously only being chummy with you bc ur dad was a pro athlete. so d/n couldn't help but throw a dirty smirk their way when her dad carries her and gives her a kiss on the cheek. d/n's not sharing lol

bonus: imagine the look on those girls' faces when both you and atsumu pick up your daughter the next day. they thought u were a literal mowdel cuz u hot sis 💅 #powercouple

✵ osamu

perfect husband? mhmm. loving father? oh yes. i see osamu as the family type of guy, who's a super chill parent but isn't lacking in the disciplining department. he's fully aware of the spats he and tsumu had when growing up, so he knows how important it is to be fair in everything involving his twin girls. they want the same toy? samu will buy another one. a twin gets something the other doesn't? daddy osamu to the rescue. what he does have trouble diving equally however, is his attention. to your dismay, both of your girls are daddy's girls - and they'd always argue about who gets to his on your husband's lap, or play with his hair, and even help him make meals. it's exhausting, but your husband wouldn't want it any other way. they're his girls after all, but it doesn't help the fact that you sometimes compete with your kids over his attention lol.

✵ suna

your husband and daughter drive you insane. they're like the exact same person who honestly share the same brain cell. all they do is nap, nap, nap - and you guessed it! NAP 24/7 while you're left doing all the chores. bless ur poor back 🥲 you were pretty sure the both of them have atleast ten hours of sleep at night, sometimes a bit less for rin whenever he games with the miyas, but they always seem to be so tired. it also doesn't help that your husband is absolute trash at telling d/n off, so you're left to do all the disciplining. making you the "evil" parent while your daughter sees rin as her saviour. everytime there's an issue, it's always 2 against 1 (ur the minority babe) and you've had enough! when u start ignoring the both of them and giving them the "passive aggressive" treatment, u bet they got their act together and are now at your beck and call 😌

✵ oikawa

another one who just can't say no his darling princess 😔 oikawa would spoil your daughter rotten, to the point where it becomes too much. anything she demands, he hands it to her on a gold platter. clothes, jewelry, toys, electronics, and even her own debit card 💀 (may i remind u d/n's only 6) it's gotten to the stage wherein your daughter was growing up to be super stuck up and over her head. you tried putting her in her place, but the brat doesn't listen to you. lol she doesn't even listen to her father. but to be fair, oikawa doesn't even try scolding d/n, all she has to do is whine and throw out her puppy dog eyes and all is forgiven. but u know who can put your daughter in her place? uncle iwa-chan ✋ both your husband and d/n literally line up saluting whenever iwa comes over - courtesy to your invitation of course. after a few whacks to oikawa's head and a firm talking with d/n, the house 👏is 👏 in 👏 order👏 .... until they get sloppy and u call iwa again.

✵ iwa

finally, somebody you can actually rely on 💀 Iwa's the ideal father figure, and any offspring of his can easily pass for a veteran's account. as ive mentioned in oiks's hc, iwa's an expert at dealing with spoiled children and adults so it's practically a given that he'll be the one doing most of the correcting when it comes to handling d/n. babe's a brat magnet i swear since this is iwa's child we're talking about, your daughter doesn't even have tantrums, even if she doesn't get what she wants. d/n's respectful, obedient, and everything oikawa's child isn't lol. despite being stern though, iwa's really soft with his family. he does d/n's hair and picks out her outfit for pre-school. after picking her up, he'll sometimes take her out for ice-cream, or if she does especially well in a test, he'll reward her by getting her something he knows she would like. 10/10 father material 🙌

✵ kuroo

good luck to d/n cuz this one's the type to embarrass his kid in front of other people. ya know those parents that demand a kiss when dropping off their kid? hm yup, this is kuroo. when his daughter refused to, man literally followed her outside and it's like time legit stopped when he dramatically called out d/n's name. other kids started whispering, so sucking up her pride, your daughter quickly gave her dad a kiss on the cheek, and turned to leave. but being the annoying piece of *censor* kuroo is, he turns her around and asked her to kiss his other cheek too cuz "it's not fair." ... yo, d/n's so done rn ✋ it's her first day of kindergarten and her dad's already messing it up. as well all know, kuroo's a dorky man, so yes - expect the dad jokes 💀 he thinks he's so smooth, and d/n actually asks you if you regret marrying him. on the contrary, your daughter is very, very, very smart. she memorized the entire periodic table, knows how to explain the concept of acids and bases, reads about chemical reactions, and listens to chemistry podcasts. all at the tender age of seven years old 💅 so in a way, she does take after your husband.

✵bokuto

that really fun dad every kid is jealous of. bo would be a very affectionate father, always squishing d/n's cheeks or spinning her around the living room. it's so precious how he loves showing your daughter off to his teammates, and buying her souvenirs from the places msby travelled to. they'll have this best friend dynamic where you're the third wheel 🤡 that doesn't mean they don't love you though! because they fight for your affections like all the time. like, if they went out somewhere together and you stay at home - they'll make it a race to see who could get to you first when they come back. they'll be such babies about it technically d/n is a baby, and bo's considered one too rip expect these two to always been hugging or whining for your attention. it's all fun and games until one of them becomes emo tho. yup, it runs in the blood so d/n inherited your husband's ridiculous mood swings. if one of them is in a bad mood, the other one who will quickly follow. ur starting to think it's a disease 💀 better have akaashi on speed dial 📲

✵ sakusa

he's super observant! he knows everything there is to know about d/n. from the curl of her hair all the way down to what shoe size fits her. he knows right away if something's wrong, so of your daughter comes home feeling sad, but tries her best to smile, believe me - he knows. sakusa wouldn't confront her about it head on, but would gently coax d/n into confiding in him herself. he understand how important space and patience is, so he implements this in his parenting. once d/n tells him about what's bothering her, he'll listen quietly to what she has to say. your husband may be the silent and aloof type, but you and your daughter bring out a completely different side to him. a side nobody thought even existed, so consider yourself lucky.

✵ ushijima

the type of dad that goes, "go ask your mother" whenever his daughter asks him for permission for something. dads are honestly more lenient than moms, so your daughter always goes to your husband first whenever she wants something, and this man - after being duped by d/n so many times before finally learned how to take a stand. little does your poor husband know... whenever she wants chocolate at night, or wants to stay up passed her bedtime she asked ushijima and when he'd bring up whether or not d/n's asked you for permission, she lies and says you have. toshi, oh poor, poor toshi, doesn't believe his sweet pumpkin to be a liar so he believes her 🥲 that is, until you arrive home and demand an explanation for all the mess.

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daikushiji · 4 years ago

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hellooo can i request hcs of oikawa , suna and iwa s/o posting a video on their tiktok of both of them doing something cute tgt with the caption “i’m gonna marry this man someday” . and it went viral but the boys didn’t know the s/o posted it and they found out through their fyp or their friends etc . can i have their reactions to it ?💕

"I'm gonna marry this man"

pairings: oikawa x reader, suna x reader, iwaizumi x reader

a/n: hiii omg thanks for the request bb, i love this idea aaahh it’s so cute!! hope you like it <33

[part 2 and part 3 here!]

Oikawa Tōru

scrolling through your gallery, you spent the night watching some videos you took of oikawa and his nephew takeru

your favourite was the one where your boyfriend taught him how to serve

placing his little hands and feet in the right position, oikawa held the ball to show him where to hit it

every time takeru did a good serve, oikawa ruffled his hair praising him

all fun and games till they started bickering about who was the best volleyball player

with his tongue stuck out, oikawa’s face contorted into a grimace

while his nephew just looked at him with a stoic expression and his arms crossed

out of nowhere, oikawa pulled takeru over his shoulders, saying that he had to admit that his uncle was the best or he would have dropped him

poor takeru was clinging to oikawa’s head for dear life

“put me down!”

”you have to say it first”

”yeah! you’re the best!”

but before takeru’s feet touched the ground again, oikawa was nuzzling his face into his nephew's cheek

you posted the video on father’s day as a joke, saying that your future husband was going to be the best dad ever

little did you know he would see it on his fyp the next morning

”darling, you know you have to propose to me first right?”

he teased you the whole day, calling you his future spouse and telling you about your family together

”how many kids do you want? six are enough for our personal volleyball team, you know. and a puppy! oh yeah, we should adopt a dog for the kids to play with”

”i changed my mind, i don’t want to marry you anymore”

”what are you talking about? we already have so many kids and even a dog to take care of, you can’t back off now”

”takeru’s right, you’re so lame”

Suna Rintarō

when you posted the video your boyfriend sent you, you didn’t give much importance to the thing

suna sent you stuff like that all the time

videos with him in the background saying ‘it made me think of you’

cute photos of plants and animals, even songs

(but honestly he really enjoyed sending you weird buzzfeed quizzes and memes)

in the video you posted, suna was saying that he had to film the sunset because he knew you would have loved it

and ofc your followers went feral

when atsumu saw the video on his fyp, he showed it to the entire team calling him a simp

suna barely lifted his gaze from the phone when the devilish twins started to stare at him

“what?”

they both had an annoying grin on their faces

”so? when it’s the wedding?”

”hey ‘tsumu leave him alone, maybe he’s sending a video to y/n even now”

together they really were insufferable

after they showed him the video you posted, those two expected suna to become a blushing mess

surprise surprise, he didn’t bat an eye

”suna you’re no fun”

but when he sent you the screenshot of the tiktok, you knew what was going to happen next

“i want WAP as our wedding song and we absolutely need a theme, let me think about what costumes we could wear”

he spent the rest of the day telling you about the worst wedding ideas ever

”oh and can the miyas be our flower boys?”

Iwaizumi Hajime

everybody knew he wasn't really the type to show PDA

but whenever he saw you, iwa was quick to drop everything to greet you with a hug

one time he literally dropped the volleyball net on his teammates when you entered the gym

was he carrying some heavy books when you called his name? ops not anymore

he would have shoved them into oikawa’s arms to come and say hi to you

so after filming him for a couple of weeks, you made a compilation of him hugging you and posted it on tiktok

as soon as oikawa saw his best friend on his fyp, he couldn't control himself

”iwachan! why don’t you ever greet me like this?”

”you’re lucky if i say hi to you”

”mean! i don’t understand why y/n want to marry you”

and then he noticed the caption

when you met up with him that day, his cheeks were flushed

engulfing you into a warm hug as usual, he immediately buried his face in your hair

you squeezed the back of his neck, softly giggling in his ear

”hey love, what’s wrong?”

”i saw the tiktok you posted”

”oh! i’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable, i can delete it right now”

”it’s not that...”

he started to mumble something under his breath

so you gently tilted his head back to make him face you

leaning against your palm, he finally found the courage to meet your eyes

”I just can’t stop thinking about the day i’m gonna marry you”

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iwadori · 4 years ago

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‘Daddy Day Care’ Dad!Haikyu Boy x Female Reader

AN: Okay HI! I’m very excited for this...so basically I’ve wanted to do a planned story thing but I know my attention span was too short to do a single chaptered fic so I’m going to do a multiple long stories ( when I mean long I mean 10-20K+ words each) based on the overall theme haikyu boys with kids. I’m also gonna thank @boba-duckie @teesumu and @dearkousei for helping me think of just ideas and how this would all work. But I hope you guys understand where I’m going with this and like it as much as I am excited to write this for you!! BUT Yes read the synopsis and tell me what you think guys!!!

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Main characters: Sakusa x Fem reader

Genre: angst,fluff

WIP

A baby left on your doorstep?

Y/N finds her neighbours baby, ‘Haru,‘ right outside her door. After raising Haru for a few years, turns out Haru is the baby of the pro-volleyball player Sakusa... and he wants his baby back. But raising a child that you’ve never known before is harder then Sakusa thinks, so his only option is calling the girl that his child basically calls “mum” to help raise his new found son, but what’s a ‘family unit’ without some love involved.

Oikawa Tooru

Main characters: Oikawa x Fem reader

Genre: angst,fluff

WIP

Is an olympic medal worth loosing your family over?

Oikawa Tooru and Oikawa Y/N, have been married for 10 years and live a nice life with their 4 year old child Tobio, their dog and their nice house. However Tooru has been neglecting Y/N for a while now, and with divorce being threatened by Y/N, Tooru proposes the idea of letting him have 2 weeks to make up the love lossed with him his wife and son...can he do it?

Kuroo Testurou

Main characters: Kuroo x Fem reader

Genre: angst,fluff

WIP

Look what the cat dragged in.

When Y/N L/N was a teenage girl she thought her life started and ended with her boyfriend Kuroo Testurou. But when her highschool sweetheart, accused her of cheating with no room for an explanation on the night before their wedding a pregnant Y/N fled tokyo and never went back. Up until, 5 years later, an adult Y/N gets relocated back to the city where her heat shattered and to make matters even worse her new business project partner has to be the man who shattered it. How will Y/N survive, having to work with the man who her life use to revolve around, especially with a 5 year old kid who he doesn’t even know exists.

Osamu Miya & Atsumu Miya

Main characters: Osamu x Fem reader, Atsumu x Fem reader

Genre: angst,fluff

WIP

“Mr Miya, you are the father.” Which one?

Y/N has known the Miya twins since they were all kids, and she’s always had a crush on Atsumu. But her crush got miscommunicated into wanting to be fuck buddies and that’s what the title of the relationship of her and Atsumu turned out to be. But after a freak confession and quick rejection, Y/N finds herself in the arms of her ex-crushes twin brother, who is also her best friend, Miya Osamu of course, like any romantic story, Y/N finds herself pregnant but who is actually the father?

Akaashi

Main characters: Akaashi x Fem reader, Past Iwaizumi x reader

Genre: angst,fluff

WIP

Will this guy be mr right?

After being scorned by her ex-Iwaizumi Hajime, and being left with his child as he lives a happy life with his wife and kids. Y/N L/N, 5 years later has picked herself up after her tragic past relationship with Iwaizumi...but at her new job her hot suave boss, Akaashi Keiji has now took an inkling to her and definitely wants the title of becoming her new man...but will accept the extra item that comes along with her?

EXTRA AN: Do you guys that read that iwa angst get the reference in Akaashi’s summary, what do you guys think so far ?? Which story are you most excited for. I’m making a taglist for people to be notified when this drops so just apply here (and that’s for some of my other works here) or just ask to be added in my askbox/dm. I’m actually super excited for thissss sooo yeah :3

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saintobio · 4 years ago

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underground fight club. (2)

↳ iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

summary: gym trainer by day, underground fighter by night—Hajime Iwaizumi gives you a front row access to Tokyo’s biggest underground fight club after setting his eyes on you as his shiny new toy. little does he know, you’re there to infiltrate the illegal underground fighting scene with another purpose in mind.

genre: angst, smut, underground fighter au, 18+

warnings: strong language, reference to guns, degradation, manipulation, dacryphilia, gagging, spitting, oral (giving), hair pulling, explicit sexual content, violence (between fighters), blood/injuries

a/n: hey guys, how are we feeling fighter!iwa bc i am: barking ;) very long chapter ahead! reblogs would be appreciated, ty and enjoy!!

masterlist -> part three

“You slept with him.”

“I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

You let out a weary sigh as you stared at Tobio from across your seat with an elbow propped on the desk. He was sitting with his legs stretched forward and his body slouched back in his chair like he was at the leisure of his home. He was dressed in very casual clothes that consisted of a dark blue oversized shirt and some black pants—his hair disheveled, his knuckles swollen. He held an icepack on his face to lessen the dark bruise that he obtained on his left jaw after fighting with Kentarou the other night and you were reminded of just how much damage the guy did to his face.

“I didn’t sleep with him,” you reiterated more firmly, but he refused to believe. “I swear, I didn’t—can you sit up properly?”

Tobio was adamant on shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “Stop denying. I literally saw you two leave.”

“So? Doesn’t mean I slept with him,” you argued, unwilling to admit that you did almost hookup with Iwaizumi. If being fingered classified it as ‘sleeping’ together then, whatever. You still would never admit it.

He scoffed at your refusal to say the truth. “You have a fucking hickey.”

Can he just...

“TMPD Officer Tobio Kageyama,” you spoke, deadpanned. “What’s it to you, anyway? My sex life is none of your damn business, so why don’t you just shut up and mind yours?”

The guy somehow found your reaction entertaining. “Intelligence Agent Y/N L/N, I know it’s none of my business but you need to stop lying—”

The loud sound of a folder being slammed against the desk startled the both of you and you could see Chief Director Matsuda glowering at you two in disappointment. You and Tobio instantly shut your mouth after realizing that this wasn’t the perfect time and place to be playing around.

“This is a joint investigation with the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and the Public Security Investigation Agency and the last thing I wanna see is two of my undercover agents fighting like cats and dogs in my office, understand?”

“Yessir,” you both answered in unison.

Director Matsuda wasn’t really an authoritarian leader by nature, in fact, there were times he would joke around with his agents but this particular case was just beginning to stress him out and you could understand why.

To make it simple, Tobio was a young police officer in the TMPD hoping to be promoted as a police detective while you were an agent for the PSIA that was offered to take part in this special assignment at the request of your father who was a Chief Investigator. The reason why you and Tobio were appointed to go undercover was because they needed agents who were young and unsuspecting which were the exact qualities they required to be able to infiltrate a very exclusive organization.

The thing was, this whole investigation was more than just the underground fight club. Sure, it was part of the case, but it was just an entryway into the bigger picture.

“While you two are busy foolin’ around, I’m gonna have to remind you that someone in that fighting club is responsible for the illicit manufacturing and trafficking of firearms that we have discovered over the course of three months,” Director Matsuda carefully reminded as he paced back and forth behind his desk. “They’re supplying ammunition for criminals and we can’t easily stop crimes if our suspects have powerful guns, can we?”

“Do we have more leads, Chief?” Tobio casually asked, trying to sit up straight. “A pixelated picture of a black Evo isn’t enough. Not all dudes even bring their cars there.”

Director Matsuda sighed and you realized that Tobio made a point. There were hardly any cars that night when Oikawa parked his car outside of the club and you guessed it was perhaps because they would catch some unwanted attention if passerby’s see many cars parked outside an abandoned warehouse.

“Akaashi is on it to find more clues,” the director said before glancing at you. “Your father’s also working with the PSIA to obtain more information based on the CCTV footages on the building parking lot where they made the unauthorized gun dealership.”

Keiji Akaashi was a Special Investigator who worked under your dad’s supervision and he was the one who obtained the CCTV screenshots of the Mitsubishi Evo that was caught in the unlawful situation 3 months ago. Apparently, the car was owned by someone who often visited the underground fight club because the small ‘Tokyo Fight Night’ sticker on its window made it a possible lead to the dealer.

“I don’t think it’s Hajime,” you stated, earning their attention. “He drives a pick-up truck.”

“You’re defending him ‘cause you sleep with him,” Tobio huffed in disbelief. “That can’t be his only car.”

Goddamn, this guy was infuriating but he was right about the latter. “I know it might not be his only car but it’s the only one I’ve seen. It can either be between his friends, but I need more time to crack this case.”

Besides, you really didn’t feel like Iwaizumi had anything to do with it. It seemed like the guy solely lived for the whole underground fighting. He even owned a gym for fuck’s sake. You considered that he didn’t have to participate in the illegal sale of ammunition because he already made enough money for himself.

“I only have one task for the both of you,” Director Matsuda ordered as he looked between you and Kageyama. “Infiltrate the fight club, find the dealer, and then we’ll get to the supplier. Don’t blow each other’s covers or we’re gonna have a hard time cleaning up the mess you’ll make. Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” you responded submissively, however Tobio was annoyingly sneering at you. “The hell you laughin’ at?”

At this point, Director Matsuda was already preoccupied by his secretary who came up to him to provide her reports and said that you and Kageyama were dismissed.

For now, Tobio removed the icepack from his face and gave you a taunting smirk. “Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to gain Iwaizumi’s trust? I had to get into a street fight just to have his attention but you managed to have it all in one night. That’s pussy privilege.”

“Shut up.” You crossed your arms. Although admittedly, you were blushing at the thought of how easily Iwaizumi trusted you.

The only thing that ticked you off was how possessive he could be especially after claiming that ‘you belonged to him now’. Was that a good thing? You couldn’t tell.

“He’s my best chance of earning some reputation in that club,” Tobio opened up. “I fucking sacrificed my face for it.”

Now it was your time to laugh at him. “What kinda lousy punches were you throwing in there, anyway? Did you even learn self defense at the police academy?”

“Why don’t you try being—agh, fuck,” he winced from the pain on his jaw, immediately putting the icepack back on it. “Don’t make me talk. I need to rest.”

And in an instant, he darted out of the office and left like the huge prick he was.

“No way, your ex-boyfriend cheated on you?”

The last hour of your shift was spent having boy talks with Becca and you ended up telling her about your ex from a year ago that you caught in bed with another girl.

“Yeah, he’s a dick,” you said. “I’m so glad I left him, though.”

You could never stay after he cheated because the feelings you had for him was long gone after he betrayed you. It was pretty stupid, actually. He was sleeping around just because he wasn’t satisfied with the time you were giving him. He knew your job could be hectic but that shouldn’t be enough reason for him to look at someone else if he really did love you.

Becca scrunched her nose in disgust. “Men are trash, but I’m glad Issei isn’t.”

You let out a small laugh. “Yeah, he does seem like a nice boyfriend to you.”

You checked the schedule for today and saw that Iwaizumi had two more trainees for the day. Based on their schedules, available trainers during MWF were Iwaizumi and Becca while the TThS schedule were for Issei and Hanamaki.

For a moment, you got distracted from your desk after seeing Iwaizumi getting way too close to his female trainee as he held her by the waist and guided her on how to do a proper roundhouse kick. She was giggling and whispering into his ear while he was smiling through it with his hands traveling on her hip.

Get a fucking room.

You heard Becca’s chuckle after she caught the look on your face and proceeded to give you an advice. “Be careful with Iwa. He’s got a lot of girls following him around.”

“I can see,” you noted, averting your eyes away from him. You shouldn’t even be getting jealous in the first place. What were you thinking? You were here because you were appointed to play a role that could help you in obtaining the necessary intel for the investigation, not to simply fool around with Iwaizumi. It was bad enough that your infatuation led you to having these unnecessary feelings for him when you should be knowing your limits. Surely, Chief Director Matsuda would hardly give any single damn whether you sleep with Hajime or not as long as you’d be able to stick to your assigned role and provide enough source when you report back to the office.

However, this was still not right.

But you didn’t know why you were more drawn to him either. The fact that the nature of your relationship in itself was risky, the fact that you wanted to get closer to him without barriers, the fact that you were a fucking undercover agent who found interest at a man who was breaking the law—why were you so captivated by the feeling? You wanted to continue it. You wanted to proceed whatever relations you had with Iwaizumi, sexual or not, because your heart was telling you to get to know him better. He had you wrapped around his fingers without realizing it.

When the clock struck 5, you were already rearranging the desk for the next receptionist on night shift and saw the girl coming out of the shower room after her training session with the man of your interest. You didn’t know if she did it on purpose but she specifically wore a plunging neckline that showed her main asset and you were quick to notice how Iwaizumi’s wandering eyes fed into it.

“Hey, nice session,” she flirtatiously told him just before she’d leave. “I had fun today.”

Iwaizumi returned her smile and winked at her. “Pleasure’s mine. See you again next week, gorgeous.”

Silently huffing, you decided to just head to the locker room and gather your stuff as you prepared to leave. You no longer wanted to witness another second of that man flirting with another girl after telling you that you belonged to him. Maybe it was a bit irrational of you, but he shouldn’t be claiming his possession on you when he was flirting with other women at the same time. Thankfully, there was no one else in the locker room when you came in because they’d have seen your annoyed expression. It didn’t take long though until you could smell the familiar scent approaching behind you. You suddenly couldn’t think straight.

“Hey,” Iwaizumi whispered on your ear as he held you from behind. “Is my princess going home?”

You held your breath and decided to be stubborn. “What do you think, boss?”

He released a low chuckle before leaving soft kisses on the crook of your neck. “I don’t think so. Stay with me for a little.”

It was challenging to ever stop yourself from submitting to his kisses because they placed your whole body on fire. Even his scent alone was enough to make your heart pound, plus his kisses? Cloud nine. He later twisted your hip so you could face him and he was looking down at you with a wanton gaze.

“I have to go,” you claimed, but didn’t even make an effort to move from his hold.

Iwaizumi responded with a shake of his head and a peck on your lips. You gave him a slight push but he found your resistance even more satisfying. “What’s wrong?”

You looked away knowing that when you did meet his gaze, you were going to fall for the trap. “I said I have to go and you have more girls waiting for you in there.”

He caught on and stared at you for the longest minute of your life before he showed entertainment at the reaction you were showing. “Are you jealous?”

“No,” you quickly denied. You finally had the courage to move away from his grip and head back out, but before you could fully make it out of the locker room, you were surprised when he hastily pulled you into the storage room while locking the door.

It was barely lit and the room was full of gym equipments, mats, and boxing materials but it was the idea being alone with him that caused your heart to beat like crazy. “Hajime, what are you—”

“I won’t have another trainee until six,” he informed, pulling you by the waist. “Do something for me ‘til then.”

You scoffed, gently pushing him by the chest. “Why didn’t you ask that girl to do it for you, then? I’m sure she’d love to do it.”

The simper he displayed across his face was meant to ridicule you. And he kept the same expression on until he unbuttoned half of your shirt and exposed your red laced bra. “Stay still, princess.”

Your hand was on the back of his head when he dug his face on your chest, keeping you pinned against the wall as he sucked on your collarbone. “H-Hey.”

He was suckling on the skin and leaving dark purple marks all over—from your collar bone, to the valley between your breasts. Your tensed body became relaxed by the time he was satisfied with the amount of hickeys he had left before he proceeded to kiss you on the lips. You were breathing each other in with the desperate movements of your lips like you were sucking the life out of one another. You’ve never been kissed with tremendous fervor and it was achingly satisfying.

He didn’t pull away. Instead, he pulled your hair and made you look at his olive eyes—your innocent eyes met with his predatory ones. “You think you have the fucking right to be jealous?”

You breathed heavily as you were startled by his sudden aggression. “N-No.”

“Do you think you can monopolize me?” he probed, tauntingly. Each second that passed made his grip tighter and you were already wincing from the stretch on your scalp. “Answer me.”

“No,” you stated, furrowing your brows and frowning in protest. “But it’s fucking unfair that you’re saying I belong to you.”

“Because that’s how it works, princess.” He softened his hold on your hair and slid his hand down on your nape as he gave you more gentle smooch. “Get on your knees.”

Your eyes widened at his request and your heart was pounding from your chest. Why did you find this extremely attractive? Why couldn’t you resist him?

“Wh-Why?”

“Just do it.”

Maybe you were fucking stupid, because you did get on your knees like an obedient little girl and Iwaizumi was evidently aroused from it. He made you grab the waistband of his black trackpants along with his Calvin Klein boxers, peeling them down enough until his manhood sprung free.

His thick, veiny cock was right on your face, all hard and ready for you to enjoy. It was of the perfect size with his girth proportionate to his length and just about pleasing to a woman’s eyes. He had a stern gaze on you as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, unable to completely slide it down due to the lack of lubrication. “Put it in your mouth,” he ordered. “I don’t wanna feel no fuckin’ teeth.”

You took a hard swallow before you positioned his tip on your mouth, allowing your tongue to have a taste of the precum leaking from it. It was salty, musky, and you were hollowing your cheeks when you started sucking on it like lollipop. He released a guttural moan at the sight of his cock disappearing inside your mouth and this made him impatiently force all of it into the back of your throat.

“Agh, fuck.” He threw his head back while you gagged at the sudden oral penetration and your tears were beginning to pool on the corner of your eyes. “Don’t stop, baby.”

You released his dick with a pop and utilized your hand to give him pleasuring strokes. “Your cock’s so big,” you told him, pumping his shaft at face level. You ran your tongue on the skin under his incredible length starting from below going upwards.

He smiled smugly down at you, holding on to his member before using it to give your puckered lips a few playful slaps. “Spit on it.”

You obliged to his request and drew in a spit that was thick enough to coat his throbbing cock. You used your hand to vigorously pump his length before putting his hardened member fully back inside your mouth. It was amazing how you could feel an ache between your legs while pleasuring the gorgeous man before you and you were getting off to the sound of his moans with the slightest bob of your head.

“You’re such a fucking whore,” he lowly chuckled, pulling your hair into a ponytail as he strictly kept eye contact with you. “You’re gonna swallow every drop of my cum like the slut you are, get it?” It wasn’t meant to be a question, it was an order.

When you were allowing him to go deeper inside of your cavern, he started thrusting on his own pace while keeping your head still. The loud squelching noises and your muffled whimpers filled up the whole storage room but he didn’t pause to let you breathe. He continued fucking your face roughly, tilting your head so his tip could hit your cheek, and he was groaning at the feeling of your mouth acting as a suction to his dick. He repositioned himself back into your throat and pulled your hair so you could take him ‘balls deep’ as they would say.

Fuck, at that point, you were crying. Light tears were brimming from your eyes as his thrusts got faster and rougher. Still, you kept your eyes on him just as he told you. He looked ridiculously hot with his eyebrows creased and his lips parted to release his raspy moans until eventually, you felt hot spurts of seed shooting straight into the back of your throat. You already swallowed even before you got to taste them and by the time he pulled out of you, you were coughing and gasping for breath.

“Good girl, c’mere.” He pulled his pants back up before also pulling you into his arms. He caressed your face and wiped the tears on your cheek to kiss your lips gently. “Was I too rough?”

You wanted to say yes, but he might hold back next time if you did and to be brutally honest, you wanted him to keep going all out. “No, it was alright.”

Iwaizumi was like a switch. One minute, he was aggressive. The next, he’d be gentle.

He leaned in to kiss your forehead, feeling assured, before he tapped your ass and held your hand as the both of you walked out of the storage room. “Wait for me to finish here. I wanna spend some time with you.”

You didn’t expect that ‘spending some time’ meant that you were going to be in his apartment cuddling and literally being in the most ‘Netflix and chill’ situation. You believed if you didn’t have your period, he would probably be fucking your brains out right now because this man had such a high sex drive. You would love to do it, however, this was better—just chilling, cuddling in bed, watching random movies. Being intimate with this guy felt like a crime because you were allowing yourself to get close to him without thinking of the possible consequences it could bring. It could bite you back in the ass in the future, but you didn’t want to think of that right now. All you knew was that he wasn’t the primary suspect for the investigation and that was one less problem to worry about.

Besides, Hajime was a simple guy and it reflected through the setup of his own home. His apartment wasn’t small, but it also wasn’t extremely spacious. It was just at the perfect size for a fitness junkie who lived alone by himself. You didn’t want to think of the amount of women he’d brought home but you were certain that you weren’t the first one either.

“When did you start to, like, be interested in mixed martial arts?” you asked with your head rested on his toned chest. Your hand was under his shirt to touch his rock hard abs while his own hand was rubbing your back.

He pondered, searching the answer from the back of his mind. “I’ve always been into it. My dad was an instructor before and he used to hold MMA classes when I was young. My mom’s also a fitness trainer so you can say I’ve been exposed to this lifestyle my whole life.”

It was nice to hear him open up about it because you could finally see his life through his perspective. “Where’s your mom and dad?”

Your innocent questioned turned the atmosphere grim. You didn’t mean to ask a sensitive question, but it was just a question that naturally came up without much thought.

“Sorry, if that’s...” you paused, peeking at his face.

He simply shook his head and waved it off. “It’s fine, princess. They’re still alive, they’re in California. We moved there when I was eighteen but I moved back here ‘cause this is where my home is.”

Oh.. “California?” you wowed. “Do they still visit you here in Japan?”

“No,” he answered. “My dad’s bedridden but my mom looks after him.”

Oh my god... How could he say it so casually? You were beginning to feel awful at how you were making him tell you about the details in his life that were clearly traumatic, but it just seemed that he was taking it by himself to be transparent with you.

“There was a time when we were drowning in debt that we could barely survive, my dad got hired by an organization as a bodyguard since he can fight,” he recalled, staring at the ceiling while you listened intently. “He didn’t realize that he was working for the mafia before he got to quit, but police came into our house one night, arrested him without warrant and beat him brutally in front of me just to force information out of him. He didn’t have any, so they hit the back of his head and it damaged certain nerves in his brain that caused his vegetative state now. We only got to move to California with the help of my aunt and my sister, for his safety.”

Your heart hurt for him because you could feel how that awful memory was deeply etched in his mind and he could never forget it. “I’m sorry to hear that,” you softly whispered, hugging him closer for some comfort.

His breathing was static while he held you in his arms. “That’s why I fucking hate the police, you know? They did it to my dad without mercy. From then on, I swore to myself I’ll beat up any cop whoever tries to get in my business. The reason why I do underground fights is because the violence helps me release the pent up anger I have. You know when I’m inside the octagon, I just pretend I’m fighting against a cop and I get aggressive enough to beat them.”

He chuckled darkly but you found silence after hearing those words. It was frightening. You weren’t exactly a cop, but you were an agent who worked closely with the law enforcement and you were a hundred percent certain that Iwaizumi would hate your whole existence when he found out, especially the fact that you were currently undercover and lying to his face.

You didn’t even want to think about what would happen when that day comes.

“—what about you?” he asked, cutting you off your trance realizing that you have missed his question. “Where’s your family?”

“Kansai,” you answered, lost in your own thoughts.

Iwaizumi’s brows creased into confusion. “I thought you said your family moved back here to Tokyo?”

Shit. “My mom and dad separated,” you quickly clarified. “I’m only here with my dad.”

That wasn’t a lie, your parents did separate. Except, your mom was in another country and not in Kansai.

“Where does your dad work?” he inquired and you were mentally cursing yourself as you were trying to recall the fake identity that was provided to you.

“He a real-estate agent,” you answered firmly.

Iwaizumi, however, kept asking for more. “Why’d you apply to be a gym receptionist, then? Your dad earns a lot, does he?”

Don’t blow your cover. Don’t blow your cover.

“I wanna make money independently,” you said to him. “Besides, I took sports science in college but didn’t finish my degree so it’s hard to get a decent job like yours.”

Lies. You took Forensic Science.

You decided to distract him before he could ask further questions by leaving light kisses on his jawline. “Kiss me.”

Thankfully, he was easy to succumb as he smiled, leaning closer until you were nose-to-nose. “Pucker up, princess.”

Your second time at the underground fight club was because Iwaizumi told you to watch his fight. You were excited to do so because you’ve been wanting to see what he could do inside the octagon. You knew he wasn’t going to disappoint but you were also curious if he was really as good as Becca described.

That Friday night, the club was packed more than the last and the current fight between fighters Ryunosuke Tanaka aka Buzzcut and Koutarou Bokuto who was already introduced to you as Rampage. There was a vast difference between their weight class with Buzzcut leaning towards bantamweight and Rampage under light heavyweight. Bokuto still found it hard to defeat Tanaka because the guy had insane techniques using Karate with a mix of Muay Thai, but the winner for that fight was still none other than the powerhouse boxer.

The buff dude was even screaming around saying, “I’m still the best after all!” as he basked in his victory.

You were on the front row by the time Iwaizumi’s match was coming up. For tonight, he was going to fight against Akinori Konoha, who went under the nickname Jack of All Trades because apparently his skills ranged between Taekwondo, Muay Thai, and Kickboxing. All stand attacks.

“Isn’t he like, very different from Hajime’s fighting style?” you asked, glancing between both Oikawa and Becca who were beside you. “Haji focuses on BJJ and grappling, right?”

Becca shook her head to correct you. “What makes Iwa great is that he’s familiar with all fighting styles. He’s just exceptionally good in some areas, but he knows how to adjust his style depending on the type of fighter he’s up against.”

Damn. That was fucking sexy of him.

“You don’t have to worry about it. He’s gonna win,” Oikawa confidently claimed as you heard the crowd roar.

You suddenly recalled how Oikawa apparently did Capoeira and you were curious. “Tooru, are you gonna fight soon?”

He shrugged. “Maybe next week against Miya.”

Iwaizumi then appeared on the sideline with his usual black shorts and dark green handwraps. You glanced at the tiger tattoo on his chest and realized that he was heading towards you.

“Princess, put this on for me,” he said, handing his MMA gloves to you. He stretched his hand out and you carefully inserted his fingers inside the gloves while he was talking to Oikawa.

“Iwa-chan, you better grapple him and put him on guillotine choke,” Tooru told him, patting his back. “If you win tonight, Y/N’s gonna give you pussy.”

You sent Tooru a look of disbelief. “I didn’t say that!”

Iwaizumi snortled as he briefly glanced at his opponent from the other side and then back at you. “Wanna see me ravage him, princess?”

You nodded once after securing his gloves around his wrist. “Be careful, okay?”

“Yo, Tiger.” Kuroo called from behind as he called him to get inside the octagon cage. “It’s time to get in.”

Both Oikawa and Issei gave him fistbumps. “Good luck, bro.”

You were stunned when Iwaizumi leaned in to kiss you on the lips while earning looks of intrigue from everyone in that place. He later smiled and winked at you before running towards the octagon to meet with his opponent.

All the while, you could barely process what just happened. You just didn’t expect that he’d kiss you in front of everyone and now you were seen as ‘Young Tiger’s girl’ as if it was to let everyone know that they couldn’t hit on you.

Nonetheless, it was pretty fucking cool how they played El Chapo when Iwaizumi and Konoha entered the octagon cage, facing each other and listening to the rules reminded by Hanamaki who was still the acting referee for the night. Iwaizumi was putting his mouthpiece on as he gave the Jack of All Trades a staredown in a typical act of intimidation. Konoha, however, was unfazed by the Young Tiger’s presence despite the overpowering cheers your man was receiving from the crowd.

“Let’s go, Young T!” Becca screamed, clapping her hands in encouragement.

Bokuto and Kuroo were also standing behind you as they cheered for the guys. You could hear Bokuto betting on Konoha while Kuroo stayed loyal to Iwaizumi.

The ring girl walked around the cage with a cardboard sign that indicated Round 1 and almost immediately, the two opponents exchanged fistbumps before they circled each other.

You couldn’t understand why you were so damn nervous when you watched Iwaizumi doing a hustle and charging at the guy who was quick to make his own move. Konoha tried to hit with a jab but Hajime tilted his body to dodge the attack, and in return, he threw a right hook punch.

You finally saw it with your own two eyes. Iwaizumi had quick attacks, almost fast movements that the eyes could barely catch as he hit from everywhere. He was ruthless and unstoppable.

“Hell yeah, that’s my bro!” Oikawa proudly grinned as you watched how Konoha lost balance from Iwaizumi’s violent hits.

Konoha retaliated with a downward roundhouse kick that lightly hit the side of Young Tiger’s head. If Iwaizumi didn’t have fast reflexes, the impact would have given him a concussion but this only made him exhilarated. Lord, you could never forget the smile on his face after he realized that Konoha was actually a decent fighter who wouldn’t back down easily. It was like he was thrilled and electrified by the challenge to win against his opponent.

When Becca told you that Young Tiger was bloodthirsty, this was exactly what she meant.

Throughout the next few rounds, the attacks given by Iwaizumi were some hooks and straight punches along with some axe kicks and foot jabs. His best and most brutal attack was when he clinched the guy before sending a horizontal knee strike to his left torso. It was the first time throughout the match where the undefeated champion used a BJJ technique and that was a very bad sign for Konoha, knowing that once Iwaizumi got into the zone and started performing his Jiu Jitsu skills, it was over.

You felt bad for the dirty-blond guy because he was absolutely thrashed, annihilated without mercy.

But he was a true fighter because he didn’t fully submit to Iwaizumi despite his blackeye and possibly broken rib.

“Haji,” you muttered, holding your hands together as you watched a very aggressive Konoha successfully hitting Iwaizumi’s face with a killer elbow strike. “Oh my god, no!”

There was blood coming out of Iwaizumi’s nose but he didn’t let it distract his focus. His eyebrows were even all scrunched up as he prepared for his next move.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. He’s got this,” Becca reassured to you.

Oikawa cupped his hands around his mouth before amusingly yelling, “Iwa, he’s a cop! Kill him!”

You then remembered how Iwaizumi told you that he just had to imagine that his opponent was his most hated person and that was enough for him to bring out his full potential.

You could feel your pulse quickening when he clinched the Jack of All Trades using the back of his arm, wrapping it around the guy’s neck while his legs were locked around his torso. You realized that it was his deadly guillotine choke and the crowd were overhyping the mastered technique as Konoha tried to resist from Iwaizumi’s strong hold to no avail. His face was turning red from the lack of oxygen but Hajime gave him no mercy.

With a desperate tap on Iwaizumi’s body, the fight was over. Konoha lost by submission and was barely breathing when the undefeated Young Tiger released him. He soon ran around the octagon following his victory and his trademark victory song, the Travis Scott version of Crank That was playing on the background.

Hajime Iwaizumi, without a doubt, was a fucking animal.

After the fight, Iwaizumi was surrounded by his fans and other underground fighters who praised the last attack he did on Konoha that earned him another victory. It was impossible to have Iwaizumi’s attention while he was still being flocked with people so you took that opportunity to take a quick bathroom break.

However, you didn’t expect that Tobio would suddenly snatch you out of nowhere and take you inside the fire exit.

Your eyes were wide as you didn’t expect to see him here tonight. “What are you doing? Don’t you have a fight?”

He was catching his breath when looked at you intently. “Next week. Listen, I have something to—” he paused when his eyes caught on the hickeys around your chest that your blouse barely covered. “What in the actual fuck?”

Here we go again. “It’s none of your b—”

“You’re a fucking Intelligence Officer, not a prostitute!” he angrily snapped and you were highly offended by it. “Why are you sleeping with a criminal?”

You stood in a defensive stance. “He’s not guilty unless proven. You don’t know him.”

“And you do?” he laughed, sardonically. “You know that’s a dumb reasoning.”

God. Why was he so mad about it? He could literally just mind his business while you two dealt with the case individually. There was no need to pry on whoever you were hooking up with.

You exhaled and glared at him. “What do you want from me?”

You figured that Tobio wanted to argue more but decided against it because he had another important information to tell you. “Listen to me, while the fight was going on, I saw the Evo outside the damn parking lot.”

The Evo? As in the...

“Shit. Where is it now?” you asked in panic because holy shit.

He shook his head in frustration. “The car left before I could catch the license plate but now I’m sure as hell that the suspect was here and left. We need to find out who that person is so go out there and try to see if you know anyone who snuck out of the warehouse during the fight.”

You pursed your lips as you tried to think deeply. “It’s not anyone from Hajime’s circle, I was with them.”

He rolled his eyes in response. “Whatever, just do what you need to do and I’ll do mine.”

You really couldn’t believe that the suspect was in the warehouse and there was a huge possibility that you’ve crossed paths. In fact, it might have been one of the few people that was introduced to you today.

Tobio gave you a look of disapproval as you two left the fire exit but you froze from your spot when you saw Hajime looking at the two of you with a suspicious stare.

At that moment, your heart pumped heavily from your chest.

“Had fun sneaking around behind my back?”

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PSIA = FBI (Japan equivalent)

CIRO = CIA (Japan equivalent)

TMPD = Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department

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Meet the Parents

Not including the original anon (who was asking about Ushijima & Tendou) no less than four of you asked for a meet the parents scenario for each of the soulmate AU’s so...

TW implied dub/non-con

(Atsumu & Osamu’s will be posted tomorrow whoops 👉👈)

Outrunning Fate - Ushijima & Tendou

It begins with a phone call. Ushijima’s in your kitchen, fixing up the leftovers from the night before and Tendou has you trapped on the couch, long, gangly arms wrapped tight around your waist as he presses sloppy, open mouth kisses to your neck. He doesn’t stop when the phone rings - though you don’t miss the way his eyes narrow or the huff of disapproval that escapes him. He doesn’t like it when your attention wanders.

“Oh, hi dad.” You try to shove Tendou off of you without much success, glaring at him when he laughs and presses closer. “Um, now’s not a good time, can I call you back later?”

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise when Ushijima broaches the subject the next day. “We should meet your parents.”

You almost choke on your own spit.

“Why?”

It’s Tendou who answers, his grin just a little too wide. “We gotta meet the in-laws at some point!”

A shiver ripples down your spine at the suggestion. They absolutely do not.

“Um, we’re actually not all that close.” A lie. “There’s not really much point. They live a few hours away.” Twenty minutes, actually. “And besides, t-they don’t approve of me having...” you trail off, glancing pointedly at the twins marks on your skin.

Olive eyes bore into yours for a long, tense moment before they soften just a fraction, and he shrugs. “Okay.”

He tilts your face up into a kiss, and you allow yourself to breathe the tiniest sigh of relief.

You don’t want them anywhere near your family, especially not when you’re planning to run.

But it’s hard. Your parents are already worried about you pulling away. You haven’t told them about an of this, you don’t want them involved, but they’re nothing if not persistent. So you promise that you’ll come visit - carefully choosing a day that you know both Tendou and Ushijima will be busy. Skipping a few classes is the least of your troubles.

You should have learned by now that nothing is that easy where your soulmates are concerned.

“Babe?”

You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting for them both to leave when Tendou emerges from the bathroom - your bathroom - shirt unbuttoned, holding out two ties in his hands.

“Which one do you think’ll go better with my suit - the blue or the red one? I wanna make a good first impression with your dad.”

And just like that, your hopes of being able to sneak away comes crumbling down around you.

There’s no use fighting it, not now.

It’s Ushijima who notices that your hands are shaking as he helps you out of the car he’s parked out front of your parents’ house. He pauses, eyebrows knitting together, his broad thumb brushing against the back of your hand in slow, reassuring strokes. “Tendou will behave, there is no need to worry.”

There’s a subtle quirking of his lips, and you think he might be trying to make a joke, but you can’t focus on that when you feel like you’re going to be sick. The man in question appears at your other side, hooking an arm around your shoulder and dragging you in for a kiss.

“Best behaviour, pinky promise!” he winks, as if he hadn’t spent the better part of the ride over musing about fucking you in you childhood bedroom.

You would honestly rather shove a needles into your eyes than go though with this, but the front door of your old house is already opening, your mother rushing down the driveway. What else can you do but smile and play along as she throws her arms around you in a tight hug?

They are merciless in front of your parents, or at least Tendou is. From introducing himself to your mother as one of your ‘soon to be husbands’ to whispering all of his perverted little fantasies into your ear whenever their backs are turned. You physically have to clamp down on his wrist when he tries to slide his hand up your skirt while you sit down at the table for lunch. Even then, it takes a low growl from your other soulmate before he truly relents.

And while your parents gush over Ushijima (a professional volleyball player!) he holds your hand in his, squeezing just a little too tight whenever your smile slips. Neither of them have mentioned the fact that you’d lied to them, and judging from the slow burning heat in Ushijima’s eyes when he glances your way, you can only assume that that punishment is still to come.

You hate having them there. It’s your home, something good and wholesome and safe that their very presence corrupts. You hate listening to your mother coo over how good the three of you look together, the respectful nod your father gives when the conversation inevitably shifts to sports. You hate listening to them tell the story of how you met, warping it to make it sound cute - consensual - but the nail in the coffin is your parents chuckling when Ushijima brings up how stubborn you were initially.

You quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom, muffling your sobs in one of the big fluffy towels.

You hate them, you think as you stare into the mirror, wiping the silvery tear tracks from your face, trying to erase all signs of your impromptu breakdown.

You hate them for making you play along, but you can’t hide in the bathroom forever.

“Oh, sweetheart,” your mother murmurs, cupping your face in her hands as she catches you on your way out. You must be a better actor than you thought, because of instead of the panicked frown you expect as she studies your face, she just smiles warmly at you. “I’m so happy for you. All that worrying, trying to squash it all down and pretend that they didn’t exist... and you finally found them. Honey, you’ve done well for yourself. I can see how much they adore you!”

She glances over to your soulmates chatting with your father, and you follow her gaze, heart sinking. “Yeah,” you manage to reply, offering her a weak smile in return.

If only she knew.

Like Nobody Else - Oikawa & Iwaizumi

What was the point in setting boundaries you knew would be broken?

After staying behind to watch them practice that first day, you swore that you wouldn’t go back. It didn’t matter that the volleyball club all knew, it didn’t matter that that meant that soon enough the whole school would know - you wouldn’t go back there with them. They could drag you off to go sit with them and their friends at lunch times, ambush you on your way to classes, but you wouldn’t let them fuck you in the locker rooms before hand, and you weren’t going to sit in those stands and pretend that you cared while they ran through endless training drills.

Yet when you shouldered your bag after the final bell the very next day, you only manage to make it a few steps down the hallway before strong hands are yanking it away from you.

“Wrong way, cutie,” Oikawa beams innocently, while Iwaizumi merely lifts a brow when you open your mouth to object. He’s holding your bag, and you have a sneaking suspicion that he won’t give it back until you agree to follow them.

“Oh my god, he’s carrying her bag for her, they’re literally so sweet!” you hear one girl gush to her friend as the three of you breeze past, and Oikawa reaches across to intertwine his larger hand with yours.

“Aren’t we just?” he asks you with a charming grin.

Iwaizumi scoffs, “You’re not carrying jack shit, asshole.”

“Rude, Iwa!”

You don’t say a word. What’s the point?

It doesn’t come as a surprise when they make you stay back with them, long after the rest of the team has gone left. They’re not as rough this time, but your legs still feel like jelly by the time they’re both finished with you. Oikawa still wipes away your tears while Iwa helps you to your feet, pressing a gentle kiss against the crown of your head that makes everything worse.

They walk you home, both taking turns to kiss you goodbye on your doorstep, and you can only thank your lucky stars that your parents are both out so you don’t have to try and explain.

It becomes a routine during the week - on the days that they train you stay back with them and they dutifully escort you home, and on Monday’s when they don’t have practice, you’re either dragged with Oikawa to Lil tykes or forced to join Iwaizumi with whatever he planned on doing. Usually studying, though sometimes he’ll drag Makki and Mattsun (and on occasion, Mad Dog) out to train with him regardless.

Your weeks belong to them, you’ve resigned yourself to that - but your weekends are yours.

Or so you’d let yourself believe.

You ignore the text messages that flood your phone one Saturday morning, only for a persistent knocking at your front door to shatter the calm of your weekend only a few hours later. Your better instincts would tell you to ignore it, because you know (or have a good enough idea at least) exactly who’s behind it, but the fear that trickles down your spine urges you forward anyway. They tell you they love you, but you know better than to believe that that means they won’t ever hurt you - that they haven’t already hurt you.

“Hey, cutie. Mind if we come in?”

You don’t know why Oikawa bothers asking, because you barely have time to open your mouth to answer before he’s ducking under your outstretched arm and waltzing inside, Iwaizumi right on his heels.

“You weren’t answering your phone, so we figured we’d come and check up on our pretty girl, right Iwa? We were worried.”

The latter grunts in acknowledgement, studying at you with narrowed eyes - an expression that makes your stomach flip uncomfortably.

“O-oh, my um, my parents aren’t home...”

The words slip out before you can stop them, and your heart skips a beat as your soulmates share a look, the grin on Oikawa’s face widening. “We’ll be on our best behaviour, we promise.”

But somehow ending up squished between them on the couch in your living room, watching some movie you’re barely paying attention to wasn’t quite what you expected. Sure, Oikawa’s mouthing greedily at your neck, and you haven’t missed the way Iwa’s hand has been slowly creeping up your shirt for the past ten minutes, but considering what you know they’re capable of - you’ll take it.

Yet you can’t force yourself to relax, not with the heat of their bodies pressed so close. You shift in your seat, your hand accidentally grazing against something hard and as you freeze in panic, Iwa stiffens, his breath catching with an audible hiss.

But it’s Oikawa, eyes hooded and wanting, who tilts your chin up to meet his gaze, “Baaaaby-”

You don’t get to hear the rest of that sentence, because at that moment your front door swings open once more, only this time it’s your parents.

There’s a quiet ‘fuck’ growled in your ear as the three of you scramble to right yourselves, your heart beating a mile a minute, feeling very much like a kid caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

Never mind that you didn’t want this - never asked for it.

It’s your mother, mid-way through a conversation with your dad, who steps into the living room first, stilling at the sight that awaits her. Your eyes are wide, hands are clenched into fists in your lap as she stares at you for a painfully long moment, “Sweetheart,” she begins slowly, her voice sounding a little strained, “why are there two strange boys in the house?”

And for one single, shining second, you wonder whether it would be worth the trouble you’d land yourself in if you told her that they’d come over with the intention of hooking up with you - it wasn’t exactly a lie. Oh, your parents would be fuming, but at least you’d be safe in the knowledge that they’d never, ever let either of your soulmates anywhere near the house again. Maybe they might even insist on you changing schools altogether! But before you can actually entertain the thought, Iwa’s reaching across to subtly grab your hand, squeezing it tightly with a warning look. Don’t you dare.

Oikawa, as always, chooses that moment to step in and take control. “Ah, please forgive the rude intrusion, Mrs L/N. I’m Oikawa Tooru, and this is Iwaizumi Hajime, I’m assuming your lovely daughter has mentioned us?”

If you weren’t distinctly aware you’d pay dearly for it later, you might have snorted at that. Your mother frowns, folding her arms across her chest and quirking an eyebrow, but it’s your father, glaring outright at the two interlopers, who replies. “She has not.”

A shiver ripples down your spine at the chilling look Oikawa shoots you out of the corner of his eye. “Huh, I guess our little cutie’s still a bit shy. Well, never mind that. We’re her soulmates, and...”

It doesn’t even matter what the rest of his sentence is. Your parents hear the words ‘soulmates’, look at the two handsome, charming young men either side of you and all but melt. Suddenly it’s warm smiles and welcoming hugs. Your parents are delighted, and all it’s all too easy for both Iwa and Oikawa to slip into the roles they’re expected to play.

They spend almost an hour chatting with the two, and it hurts more than you care to admit when you look up into your mother’s beaming face and she gives you a wink. This is all she’s ever wanted for you - two handsome, strong boys to take care of her little girl. You can’t break her heart with the truth, you can only sit there quietly as they gush over you, pretend that it doesn’t make your skin crawl when Oikawa looks at you with those soft, adoring eyes and tells your dad that from the moment you spoke to him, they both knew they loved you.

‘Why won’t you two just leave me the hell alone?!’

Eventually your parents leave the three of you alone, letting you go back to your movie, and only then can you let that facade slip.

“Well that went better than expected,” Iwaizumi states, dragging you back down to settle on the couch with him, Oikawa plopping down on your other side and pulling you close.

He hums in agreement, a glint of something mischievous dancing in his eyes as he traces a single finger up your side. “Of course it went well. What’s not to love?”

#BD drabbles #hoo boy these turned out longer than expected #yandere haikyuu #tw non con #tw dub con #it's all implied though nothing terribly spicy #i spent so long on these i hope y'all actually enjoy them

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tobiosmilktea · 4 years ago

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Hello lovely, could you do hc for Tobio, Iwa, Kenma and Hinata with their s/o saying they want a baby? Thank you so much

baby fever w/ kageyama, iwaizumi, kenma, and hinata

— k. tobio

pls be patient with this one cause i honestly thinks he’s a bit confused at first... and maybe a bit slow

i even headcanon that he’d rather have pets that he called his kids rather than actual babies 💀

“li-like a human child??”

“yes a human child, tobio, what else could i be talking about?”

“i dunno a puppy maybe?”

you two end up adopting a dog lmao

the thing is having kids is literally the last thing on his mind, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he doesn’t want any

i believe his main concern is balancing being a professional volleyball player with being a father

tobio wants to be a good dad and not have you take care of the baby the majority of the time since he’s mostly likely going to be travelling and all

overall,, he’s just waiting to settle down before trying for a baby

— i. hajime

lowkey, i feel like he’s similar to kags in a way of wanting to settle down first before wanting any kids

iwa is definitely the type of guy who wants to be financially stable first being doing any commitments with you (i.e marriage, having kids, etc)

the topic first came up when you were scrolling through instagram and saw a really cute video of a baby on your explore page. you’d show him and absolutely gush at wanting to have on of your own

he finds your reaction absolutely adorable, but he’ll most likely say something along the lines of, “i’ll think about it,” or “maybe later”

i think iwa comes off as not really caring or wanting a kid at first but on the inside he’s freaking the fuck out cause he wants one too

the baby fever is strong in this one 😌

— k. kenma

idk why but i honestly cant imagine kenma with kids 💀

similar to kageyama, he’d rather be a parents of two dogs and a cat rather than having any kids

however, i do think kenma is really good with kids

if ever in the future his friends or family have any newborn children, he is really good at playing and having fun with them

this is where your idea of wanting to have kids come into play

kenma isn’t against you having a baby, it’s more like having one isn’t his main priority. like if you somehow manage to get pregnant, he wouldn’t mind having a kid

that sounds really bad akdjskdn

overall, kenma is just very nonchalant with everything

— h. shouyo

instant yes

i think hinata is also really good with kids and i feel like babies would laugh and giggle a lot around him

granted, he’s had baby fever for a while now so knowing you’re down to have a kid with him has him through the roof

“yes! you wanna start now?”

hinata gets right to it and you honestly have to slow him down as having kids is a commitment, esp since he’s busy being a professional vb player and travelling the world

your family dynamic would be chaotic but in a good way,, it’s very healthy and loving and i think hinata would actually be a pretty amazing dad

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zmalkarnar1 · 4 years ago

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What About Us? Part II: Oikawa x Male Reader

Here is the second part of the Oikawa x Male reader I posted the other week. Wasn’t satisfied leaving it where it was.

Again, if you aren’t ahead in the manga there are spoilers. Enjoy.

“Iwa-chan, I have to get this done!”

“No. You need a break Y/n.” Iwaizumi said, pulling Y/n away from his computer and through his pigsty apartment.

“But Iwaizumi, just another thirty minutes...no, just another hour and I can be done with this piece,” Y/n whined, pulling back towards his pc.

“Y/n, we agreed to meet with Hanamaki and Matsukawa for lunch. We would’ve been there already, but I swear you’re as bad as Trashykawa, forgetting everything except your art.”

“Just a little bit, I just need a little more time,” Y/n pleaded, trying to pull away from Iwaizumi.

“Y/n. I will carry your ass outside and drag you by your ear.”

“But Iwa-chan…”

“Now,” he said, arms crossed, exasperated as if he was dealing with a child. He probably was. Y/n wilted under Iwaizumi’s gaze, and slowly got up, shoulders slouched. Iwaizumi hung his arm around him.

“It’ll be fine. Some time with friends will do you good.

Giving d/n a pat goodbye, Y/n let Iwaizumi lead the way to the restaurant they had promised to meet their friends. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, Y/n’s eyes gazed at the surrounding cityscape, the final vestiges of winter fading away as the new birth of spring sprouted forward. Iwaizumi was right; he needed a break. Though he’d never admit it to his friend. Even his walks with d/n have been little more than fever dreams to him, everything was focused back on his work.

“Man, it's nice out. You should have told me the weather was this great,” Y/n teased knowing full well Iwaizumi had done just that.

Iwaizumi stopped and stared deadpan at Y/n. He’d forgotten that Y/n was sometimes just as bad as Oikawa, well, not quite as bad. At least, he’s gotten worse ever since they left high school. Iwaizumi always let it slide; he figured it was how Y/n dealt with all the stress piling up on him. Y/n was always cheerful, and a bit of a tease, but Iwaizumi knew that more often than not, it was a façade, a smokescreen. He was hiding his pain, just like he did in high school. Iwaizumi wasn’t fooled however.

“You’re really tired, aren’t you?”

“Huh? No more than normal,” Y/n said, that ghost of a smile returning to his face. “Why’d you ask? Worried about me?”

“Yes, I am. Trashykawa told me how you’ve been working yourself into a mental breakdown,”

“Oikawa, that snitch!” Y/n cursed under his breath. He should have known Tooru was going to rat on him to Iwaizumi.

“Yea, he is, but you really can’t keep on like this. Ever since he went back to Argentina you’ve been even more of a recluse. You barely even check your texts!” Iwaizumi said

Y/n sighed, letting his walls lip for a moment. Iwaizumi was right. He was always consumed with work. He loved his aft, his animation. He loved that his work was enjoyed and held dear to thousands around the world. Despite the high demands of his employers, and the fact he barely survives week to week, he still loved art. But now it was something else.

Ever since he had met Tooru that winter, it's like he was woken up from a trance. After they left high school, all throughout college, everything had happened so fast. His mother sick, his father leaving; Y/n was exhausted and broken down. Before Oikawa showed up, he was barely alive, just walking through each day, one after the other, barely recognizing the world around him. He had lost so much, and, Y/n admitted, work allowed him an excuse to bury his exhaustion and pain deep inside, trapped behind a wall so thick he became numb to the emotions roiling inside of him. His pain and tears hidden away, his work was the perfect escape, despite the endless tasks his job required. It was his way to shy away from the world. Better to be busy than alone.

It wasn’t that he didn’t cry, or feel the loss of his family, he just didn’t want to confront it, not alone like he was. He didn’t want to feel so hollow, so torn, alone. So he worked, and worked, until Tooru showed up on his evening walk one winter day, and the dam that had begun to leak from overwork and exhaustion burst. His memories and old feelings he left unresolved boiling to the surface. And now he couldn’t get his mind off of Oikawa. Oikawa, who sent him a text encouraging him each day, a word of support awaiting him on his phone each morning as he woke.

And every week, Tooru found time to call him, sharing volleyball stories and giving Y/n a chance to destress from work. Each call happened during Y/n’s waking hours, which meant Oikawa must have been getting up at ungodly hours just for a chat. With Y/n’s unresolved feelings with Tooru came all his damned emotions, threatening to tear him apart, and the last thing he wanted to do was show weakness to his friends again.

So, Y/n did the only thing he knew, throwing himself into a job that was slowly killing him. He stopped responding immediately to Oikawa’s morning texts. He let the past two calls go to voicemail. Too busy with work, deadlines with animes being pushed up. He could talk next week.

Y/n vaguely remembered talking with Oikawa for a few minutes before making a weak excuse about work again. In truth, he really didn’t want to handle these emotions right now, and as stressful as work could be, his art allowed him to be numb and bury them all away. But since Tooru kept coming back, it was getting harder and harder to hold them in check.

“You know Y/n, you’re going to have to deal with your feelings and emotions eventually,” Iwaizumi said

Y/n stumbled, “What? What do you mean?”

“Even a blind man can see that you’re hiding your feelings for Oikawa behind your work. You’ve done that for years. You’re going to have to face him eventually.” Iwaizumi said, shrugging. Perhaps Y/n wasn’t as good an actor as he thought.

“This coming from you? All your emotion is wrapped up in violence,” Y/n scoffed.

“At least I’m a stable, functioning adult.”

“Hey! I’m functioning!” Y/n argued

“You’d forget to buy food if I didn’t stop around every once and a while.”

“That only happened once!”

“It’s not my fault the two of you have the emotional intelligence of a toddler.” Iwaizumi said

“Iwa-chan, so mean” Y/n whined in imitation of Oikawa

“Don’t be like him or I’ll whack you!” Iwaizumi laughed, “Anyways, you really are going to need to find some way to work through your emotions. You’ve held in everything that’s happened since high school and your mother’s death. Consider this an intervention.”

“I know,” Y/n said, aware that he was right. “Food first. Emotions can wait.” Forever, if Y/n had his choice. “How’s work with the national team going?”

“It’s busy. Honestly, I’m always a little worried that Ushijima is going to break Hinata’s face one of these days at the rare times the team is actually together.”

“Must be fun though,” Y/n hummed.

Y/n let Iwaizumi ramble on about his work, glad to be off the topic of the emotional wreck that is his life. He didn’t really listen, and he knew Iwaizumi could tell, but he couldn’t focus on the words. Oikawa was back in his head, and he kept wondering when he’d be able to move past it all.

By the time they made their way to the restaurant, Maki and Mattsun were already there. They already had drinks. Apparently they’d been waiting a while. How late was he? As he went to sit next to Iwaizumi, Makki was already teasing him.

“You know, I remember when you’d get all flustered why you were even a minute late to class,”

Y/n blushed, “Oh shut up Makki. At least I passed all my classes. What was your Algebra II grade again?”

“He’s right. Remember when Y/n panicked when he forgot about the English test?” Mattsun said,

“Oh, I won’t forget that,” Iwaizumi laughed, slapping Y/n on the back, “Was so afraid of failing he skipped class, hiding in a broom closet, and somehow managed to lock himself in.”

“Stop it!” Y/n whined, “I left my work for this!” The others just laughed. It was all in good fun, he knew.

As their food came and went, Y/n allowed himself to step away from work and enjoy an afternoon with old friends. He still kept his walls up though. He was strong enough to not fall apart in front of his friends.

“So how is Oikawa?” Mattsun asked, bringing up the topic that Y/n had been purposely avoiding for the entire lunch.

“He’s fine, I guess.” Y/n said, “Big game coming up in a week or two.”

“You guess? Aren’t you talking to him every week?” Makki asked

“Y/n here has been ghosting him because he’s afraid that he likes him again,” Iwaizumi teased

“Iwa-chan, stop it!”

“Oh, stop pretending you don’t care for him. We can all tell you’re still inexplicably obsessed with Oikawa.”

“Stop it!” Y/n begged, a slight blush forming, “Can we change the topic. Please?”

“Ok, we’ll stop teasing you. For now.” Iwaizumi said, as Y/n nodded gratefully.

Y/n left the restaurant with Iwaizumi, heading back to take d/n for his afternoon walk to the park.

“What are you going to do Y/n? You really can’t keep on like this.”

“I know. I’ll figure something out. Thanks Iwa-chan,”

“I can walk with you and d/n for a bit if you want,” Iwaizumi said, “I have nothing else planned today,”

“No thanks. I need to think this through on my own,” Y/n said, waving farewell to Iwaizumi.

And then he was alone again, walking d/n down the very path that brought him to his fateful reunion with this old boyfriend, and shattered the illusion he had been living under. If he could even call it living.

“What do I do, d/n?” Y/n whispered, scratching the dog’s ears before throwing his tennis ball again, watching d/n rush through the dog park after it.

I still like him. God I don’t want to feel like this anymore.

Y/n took a seat on the new spring growth of grass as d/n came bounding back to him. The animal, sensing Y/n’s discomfort, sat down next to him and dropped his head on Y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n chuckled, scratching his ears again, “Thanks d/n.”

Sitting together with d/n, Y/n knew what he had to do. Before he did anything else, he needed to resolve things with Oikawa, however they played out. He took out his phone and rang Iwaizumi. He was going to need a big favor.

Oikawa sat down in the locker room before the game. It was the biggest game of the year. Biggest game since the Olympics the previous summer. This game would decide if him and his team would enter into the Men's Volleyball Club World Championship Tournament. Tobio was sure to be there. Oikawa would too, in order to show his former underclassmen that he was now the superior setter.

Yet for the first time, his mind wasn’t entirely on the game. No matter how he tried to settle in and prepare as normal, his thoughts drifted back to Y/n./ Y/n had been ghosting him. Not fully, but even when they did talk, he had been distant and full of excuses in order to slip away. And then suddenly he texted saying they had something they needed to talk about.

Oikawa was worried. Has something happened? Had he pushed too hard? He wanted to give him space, but he was worried for his old friend. His love. Was Y/n okay, or was it that he just didn’t want to talk with Oikawa anymore? Was their relationship truly and fully broken? Never had Oikawa been so distracted from volleyball. He knew he dealt with the break up by throwing himself further into the game. But now that he’d had that chance meeting, he couldn’t deny it; he still loved Y/n. Because no matter what happened, he was always the one who supported his volleyball dream, and was there for every win and every loss. He left the locker room, his thoughts still lost and confused.

Y/n cheered, poster in hand, as the players emerged onto the court to warm up. He had watched the Olympic games, but this was his first time seeing a league game. It’s not like they showed Argentine Volleyball League games in Japan. When the game started, he only had eyes for Oikawa

Tooru’s game was off. Y/n could tell that something was bothering him. He could see him make mistakes, however slight, preventing his team from getting into a rhythm. A toss too high, one too close to the net. The game was still close, but Tooru’s team just couldn’t seem to take the lead. Y/n felt a little guilty. Was it him, his ghosting, his late night message, throwing his old friend off?

It can’t be. Nothing has ever broken his focus from Volleyball before…

Oikawa muttered to himself. He wasn’t playing well. By no means was it bad, but his tosses refused to leave his hands the way they should. They were always just a touch off. Too low here, too far from the net there. And then he’d scramble, overcompensating for the next one. And his team became unhinged.

Their receives became shaky, and their spikes wild as they began to rush. A setter's job was to restore balance to his team. That’s what Blanco would have done. But today, Oikawa was spinning them closer and closer to disaster. He was the farthest he’d ever been from reaching his goal. He couldn’t get Y/n off his mind. Even his serves faltered.

They went down the first set. It was okay. It was only one set. The second they brought to a deuce, but fell a few rallies later. His chances of making the Club World Championship this year slipping further and further away. And still Y/n invaded his thoughts. They’d have to be perfect the rest of the match.

But things started off the same way. Oikawa’s first serve slamming down just outside the line. 0-1. The next few rallies were short, but slowly and surely they fell behind. 7-9. Oikawa’s toss went just a breadth too high again, and the spike was dug, blasting back down on their side of the court. 7-10. The serve came at them, their libero flying it high up above the team. A good receive, if a little off center. Under it right away, Tooru set it to his middle blocker, already in the air. It was good, and the quick passed through the block, only to be dug before it could reach the floor. Back at them, barely dug, Oikawa’s team scrambled to get it over, a chance ball for their opponents. The toss flew up, the block in place and shutting down the avenues of attack. The spike came down hard anyways, blasting off the block and heading towards the stands.

Oikawa was after it a split second later, diving into the group towards the sign boards, he blasted the ball back up in the air to his team. But as he scrambled up, something in the second row caught his eyes. He usually ignored the crowds during games like these, but a poster was written in Japanese, and he couldn’t help but stop to read it, even as his team were barely treading enough water to keep their heads above the stormy surf of the match.

Go Tooru, Go. Rule the Court.

Only one person would create a banner like that for him. Still on his knees, he brought his gaze up and me e/c eyes sparkling down at him, Y/n’s smile full and invigorating, cheering his name. “Go Tooru, go!”

Oikawa froze. His mind went blank. Every time he tried to bring it back to the game, it fell apart. Only one thought remained.

Y/n is here. Cheering for me. In Argentina, in the front rows, watching and cheering for me. He came all the way across the globe to watch me play.

For the first time that he could remember, Oikawa completely forgot about volleyball as the rally ended, him still staring up at Y/n. He completely forgot about volleyball. At that moment the only thought going through his mind was that no matter what happened, him and Y/n were going to be okay. Then he heard his voice again, screaming over the crowd.

“Remember Tooru, the team strongest as a group of six is the stronger team!” Y/n called out.

All the frustration and worries wracking his mind fell away and he was back into the game. With Y/n at his back, nothing could go wrong. And he remembered Iwa-chan’s words. Stronger as a group of six. He’d been trying to force everything on his own, just like when he was a kid.

Tooru stood up, shaking his head and dusting off his jersey. Looking back up to Y/n he gave him the warmest smile he could and a simple nod. Then, he was back to the game.

“Sorry,” he said to his team as he returned to the court, “but I’m back now.”

His team only nodded, seeing something change in his eyes, and the match truly began.

Y/n looked down into Tooru’s dazzling brown eyes, eyes he always seemed to get lost in. Then he realized the rally was still going on, and Tooru was still on his yankees, staring up at him as if he were a phantom. Y/n’s heart fluttered and a tear threatened to fall from his eyes. Had Tooru really forgotten about the rally? For him? Indeed, when the ball finally slammed down a moment later, Tooru was still looking up at him. Yes, Tooru really did forget about volleyball for him. Maybe, just maybe, this could work.

Maybe he does think about me as much as I think of him.

Then he was on his feet and flashed Y/n the brightest, most genuine smile he’d even seen from Tooru, his eyes enrapturing for a moment. As Tooru nodded to him, returning to his team, Y/n knew he still liked Oikawa Tooru, and it was okay.

The rest of the game flew by and Tooru melted into the match. With Y/n’s eyes at his back, he and his team flowed into each set and roared back to life, ruling the court. And every few points, Tooru turned to lock eyes with Y/n, to ensure he was still there, that he wasn’t a dream plaguing his mind. It only helped to serve to rekindle Y/n’s feelings for the brunette. It wasn’t just about volleyball. Maybe it never was.

Oikawa’s serve slammed down for another ace, ending the fifth and final set. Y/n cheered him on as his team won entrance to the Club World Championship. After celebrating with this team, Tooru ran over towards the stands, yelling for Y/n, but it was hard to hear over the screams of the crowd. Y/n took out his phone and pointed to it, screaming “Call me later!”

Y/n knew he had to spend some time working with his team, but knew Tooru got the message as he nodded and waved before trotting off. Y/n could wait one more time. He could wait once more. When Tooru was done with his team he’d come for Y/n and then...then they’ll see. Leaving the stadium, Y/n made his way to his motel, to await Tooru’s call.

What am I doing here? Halfway across the world? To do what? Confess I still love him? Why’d I let Iwaizumi get into my head?

Y/n sat in his motel room, doubt beginning to wrack his mind. He had rejected Oikawa, ultimately, by refusing to come with him again. And now, here he was, in Argentina, unable to speak the language, with no idea what he was doing, following erupting emotions he never dealt with and can no longer control. In fact, they were driving him crazy, he needed to deal with this. All he could do was wait, and he hated it.

Oikawa joined his team in their locker room. They were already celebrating, jostling each other and him, but Oikawa had thoughts only for Y/n. Even their post game meeting was a blur to him. As it ended, Tooru immediately grabbed his phone. It was flooded with pictures from his game, including a few of him on all fours gazing in disbelief up at Y/n.

“Iwa-chan will love this one,” the message below the picture read.

No! I can’t let him send that to Iwa-chan. He’d tease me for weeks.

Tooru rushed out of the locker room, not even bothering to change, his team looking at his back knowingly. He was lucky it was a home game. Even as he rushed to his car, his phone was already dialing Y/n’s number.

“Y/n, where are you at?”

“Back at my motel,” Y/n answered

“Where? I’m coming!”

With Y/n’s motel and room number, Oikawa hit the roads of San Juan to find him.

Y/n waited. Tooru was on his way. He needed to deal with this, whatever the result. But now that he was finally shifting through his emotions, the loss of his family, the loneliness, the stress of his dream tearing him apart, he began to falter. Now that he finally recognized his feelings for Tooru, he was afraid, terrified of what was to come. It made him miss the numbness of his work.

He was scared Tooru didn’t want him like he hoped he did. He was terrified that he did, and it would fall apart. He was afraid of being weak in front of Tooru again. And with those thoughts rushing through his mind, his neurons firing doubt through his brain, Tooru arrived.

“Y/n, I’m here, open up!”

The door opened with a slow whisper, but Tooru burst in, slamming the door open past Y/n, engulfing his (shorter/taller) friend into a crushing bearhug.

“Y/n, I can’t believe you came! What are you doing here? I thought you had work!?”

“Can’t breathe. Tooru, let go.”

“Sorry. But why are you here?”

“You’re all sweaty too! Couldn’t you have at least changed out of your uniform,” Y/n whined as Tooru finally let him down.

“I just had to rush over. I didn’t want you waiting for a second longer. So? I thought you didn’t want to leave Japan? Did you enjoy the game? Thanks for coming!”

“One question at a time Tooru,” Y/n laughed, “like I texted, there’s something we need to talk about. And I wanted to do it in person.”

“So, what is so important you had to fly across the globe for me?” Tooru teased

Here Y/n began to stutter, and then stop. He couldn’t do this.

“You aren’t ready yet, are you?”

Y/n shook his head.

“That’s okay. I can wait,” Tooru said, his voice quiet and gentle, stepping back to give Y/n a little space. “How about we go grab some food and head to my place. I have a spare bedroom. Might be more comfortable than this dirty motel,”

“Y/n only nodded, grabbing his stuff.”

“Hungry?”

“Starving. I used just about all of my spending money on the plane and game ticket. I haven’t had much for food.” Y/n admitted.

“That’s some planning,” Tooru laughed, “You used to try to have every detail planned out.

“Oh, shut up and drive.”

The two made their way to Oikawa’s place, eating the takeout Tooru had ordered and picked up on the way.

“How’d you get off work?”

“I, uh...spent an all nighter, or two in order to catch up. Maybe three? I don’t really remember much of it. Iwa-chan was less than pleased.” Y/n admitted, scowling when he remembered the scolding Iwaizumi had given him.

“I bet he wasn’t. What did he do?”

“Nothing fun. Speaking of Iwaizumi though, you’re a snitch. You told him,” Y/n accused.

“What? Me? I never!” Oikawa argued, dramatically trying to protest his innocence, his arms flailing around wildly.

“Hands on the wheel! I know you told him!”

“Fine, I did.” Tooru sighed, his tone getting serious, “I was worried.”

“It’s okay. I got payback.”

“What?”

“Iwaizumi and crew are going to love some of those photos,” Y/n said, smiling

“You didn’t! Please tell me you didn’t Y/n!”

“Oh, I did. Expect some hard core teasing,” Y/n laughed as Oikawa groaned.

“Come on, we’re just about there.”

To Y/n’s surprise, Oikawa’s apartment was very nice, and immaculate. Y/n imagined it would be a disaster area, much like it was when they were kids. Maybe Oikawa had grown up a bit. More than Y/n had apparently.

Tooru jumped into the shower to clean up as Y/n settled into the spare bedroom, that night they watched a movie in relative silence and turned in. Taking out his phone, Y/n began texting Iwaizumi.

Y/n: I can’t do this Iwa-chan.

Iwaizumi: Y/n, you have to deal with this, and everything else. You can’t keep bottling it up.

Y/n: Iwa-chan, I’m scared

Iwaizumi: Do you still love him?

Y/n: I think so.

Iwaizumi: Then talk to him!

Y/n: But I don’t know. Does he still love me?

Iwaizumi: No buts! I saw that photo. He is, and always has been, completely in love with you.

Y/n: Ok, ok, I’ll tell him.

Iwaizumi: Good. If not I will fly over and beat both of you till you figure this out.

Y/n slept alone in Oikawa’s spare room. He had it in case family visited, which they did from time to time.

The following day, Oikawa took Y/n sight seeing through the city of San Juan. Y/n enjoyed the sights and spending time with Tooru. However, with each passing moment his stress and fear continued to build. His gaze shifted away and each time Oikawa could see it, breaking him, what Tooru knew he should have been able to see years ago. When the day came to a close, they found themselves back in Tooru’s apartment, sitting quietly on his couch. Tooru was going to give y/n as much time as he needed.

“Tooru, I…” Y/n stopped and sat back, an exhausted sigh breaking free. Tooru could tell he was holding back tears.

“If you’re not ready yet…”

“No.” Y/n interrupted, “It’s just...I never…” Y/n sniffled, choking back his tears. Tooru’s heart began to throb in pain. He wanted nothing more than to hold Y/n in his arms, to caress him, and make his pain and fears vanish into the night. But he didn’t want to push Y/n if he wasn’t ready.

“Sorry. I promised myself i wouldn't cry,”

“You’re hurting still, aren’t you. It’s okay,” Tooru said, reaching his hand out to Y/n’s and squeezing it, hoping to reassure him.

“I just didn’t want to be weak in front of you again. It’s always like this. I hate being so weak,”

“Weak? Y/n, you aren’t weak!” Tooru argued

“Yes, yes I am. All I do is hide from everything,”

“You’re the last person I’d call weak,” Tooru said, turning his h/c friend so he can look into his pained, but pretty e/c eyes. “Y/n, I’ve seen you push through school, with top marks, virtually alone. As your dad practically abandoned you, it was you who helped your mother, even as she was sick. You who, despite everything, came to school with a smile, never late, never missing an assignment, a club meeting or practice of yours, or a single one of my games. You bore everything on your shoulders alone, often to the detriment of your health. And never once did you complain or let it break you, never once did you allow yourself to show your pain to anyone. I know now, deep down, how much pain you were really in, and you hid it so well. I was completely oblivious to it, selfishly obsessed with my own doubts. Y/n, you are my definition of strength.

“Tooru,” Y/n whispered, no longer able to hold back his tears.

“And you know what. It’s okay to be vulnerable sometimes. It’s okay to let it out. That doesn’t make you weak. You’ve been my pillar so often, will you finally let your walls down with me?”

Y/n couldn’t hold it in anymore. He fell into Tooru’s chest sobbing. His unresolved emotions from his mother’s death, the stress from his deteriorating finances, even the anger he never really dealt with resolving Tooru, all of them came flooding to the surface. And, of course, the love he still felt and buried deep beneath his skin. He allowed it all to overwhelm him finally. He could deal with it as long as Tooru was there.

Tooru held him, so gently, understanding that, despite how strong his love was, he was brittle and wounded, and whatever he needed, Tooru would provide. So he held him close and gentle as a babe and let Y/n cry it out. He rubbed his back when Y/n muttered, “I needed you, and you were never there.” Tooru understood. Part of this was because of him, because he failed to see how much pain Y/n was in during their third year.

“It’s okay, you can be vulnerable with me. I’ll never see you as any less.” Tooru whispered. “You can be as strong as you want, or as weak as you need to be Y/n, I’ll always be here. Just please, stop numbing yourself.”

They laid together until Y/n stopped crying. And then, as Y/n didn’t pull away, or talk, only snuggled closer to Tooru, he held him tighter. Together they remained in each other's arms until the early morning hours.

Tooru smiled, looking down at Y/n who had fallen asleep in his arms. He was tired. Mentally drained. Tooru would be whatever Y/n needed to be. And he’d wait, however long it took, for Y/n to forgive him and return to this permanently. He stayed awake the entire time, running his hand slowly through Y/’s blonde locks. He continued to caress him until Y/n shook awake. It was nearly two a.m.

“Tooru…” Y/n yawned, bringing his hands up to rub his eyes, “what time is it?” “Two a.m.”

“What!?” Y/n pulled away from him and Tooru freely let him pull away, already missing his warmth. “I thought I was just dozing off for a few minutes.”

“Oh, you dozed straight to sleep.” Tooru laughed

“Sorry,” Y/n said, turning away, “About this...I,”

Tooru interrupted him before he could go any further, “Again, it’s okay. I’ll be what you need me to be, and nothing more until you’re ready.”

Y/n nodded, sitting up straight, “We need to talk,”

“You ready?”

“Yea. About us.”

Tooru waited for Y/n to continue, but he went quiet. “What about us?”

“I don’t want to wait. For you. For you to finish with volleyball. To have room in your heart.”

“Y/n,” Tooru sighed, fear rising in his chest, afraid that Y/n was going to ask him to give up volleyball, to give him the ultimatum he always feared. He couldn’t choose between them, “I’m not going to stop my career,”

“I know. I don’t want you to. But I can’t wait either. I want more.”

“More?”

“I want to try again. With you. Us. I don’t want to wait. I can’t,” Y/n said, “So, is your offer still on the table?” “...you’re sure?” Tooru whispered, hoping that he wasn’t asleep on his couch, that this wasn’t just another nightmare meant to torture him.

“I am. I need to know. Ever since we met at New Years, everything came to a head. Realize I was drowning myself in my work, using it as an excuse to ignore everything else. I did that in college too. I’ve ignored the feelings of my mothers death, my dream, and you. But when you showed up…I can’t do it anymore. But I need to know. I want more. Is there any way we can work? Yes or no, I need to know before I move on. That’s why I’m here.

“You aren’t kidding right?”

“No. So, is your offer still open?”

“Yes!” Tooru yelled, pulling Y/n into another crushing bear hug and pulling Y/n down onto the couch on top of him. “Of course my offer is open. And I want nothing more than for us to work. But I can’t be here all the time either,”

Y/n looked away, fearful for just a moment,

“But, that said, if you give me the chance, I will do everything I can to make you feel loved, to be your pillar, to hold you when you need to be vulnerable. I won’t abandon you like before. I’m stronger now. I’ve learned to balance volleyball and the rest of my life. I can make this work. I promise.”

Y/n smiled. “Then maybe, maybe I’ll be alright,”

“Can I kiss you?” Tooru asked.

“Yes.”

Tooru flipped Y/n over so his back was on the couch, Tooru looming over him. He cupped Y/n’s cheeks, pulling them in together, locking their lips. And Y/n’s fears, his pain, they weren’t gone, it didn’t vanish in a puff of smoke like a fairy tale, but with Tooru he knew he could be weak. He could allow himself to feel again. With Tooru, he knew he just might be okay.

As their lips parted, Y/n felt Tooru pick him up and carry them to his bedroom.

“You’re tired,” he said, gently placing Y/n on the bed and pulling the covers over them. “Rest now. We’ll get the details tomorrow. Sleep my darling, sleep.” Tooru pulled Y/n in close, head to his chest, and together they fell asleep in each other's arms.

“Y/n, don’t go! Not now! Please,” Tooru whined as Y/n tried to make his way to the airport security.

“Tooru, I left d/n with Iwaizumi. I imagine he’s sick of the animal. Plus, I still have to wrap up a bunch of things before I can move.”

“But we just got together n/n,” Tooru whined, pulling Y/n in for a kiss, asking for entrance with his tongue, which Y/n denied.

“Not here. At home. When I return. Then you can have all you want,” Y/n teased

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“But what if I don’t want to wait?”

“It’ll be a few weeks still. I’ll come back and then we can have some fun,” Y/n said, teasing, moving to whisper in Tooru’s ear, “Then we can figure out whatever citizenship work we need to do if we decide this works.”

“Fine, fine. Just a couple of weeks. And call me every day!” Tooru whined, reluctantly letting go of Y/n.

“I love you Tooru,” Y/n said, as he moved away to get through security.

“I love you too Y/n.”

One year later:

Oikawa’s serve blasted into the back corner of the opponent’s court. The libero dove for it, making contact, but the ball went spinning out of control, well out of reach of any of the opposing team members. The set came to an end, 25-19. There was only one set left.

Y/n cheered for his boyfriend before looking back down at his notebook. He had promised not to work today, but he snuck in some of his art without Tooru noticing. He was working on his own manga. He had yet to get anything officially off the ground. Most of his work had been denied, but he knew that in the writing business, that is the norm more often than not. It was okay. He would continue to work until he made that dream a reality. As for his animation, he still worked from home in their shared apartment, but had lightened his workload. And in a lucky break, one of his supervisors left and recommended him as her replacement. He now almost made something resembling a liveable wage.

He was lost in his art. He knew that Tooru would be meeting with his team between the sets and could sneak in a bit of editing and drawing. Despite being in the front, right behind the bench, he was sure he’d be safe from Tooru’s eyes. But he was so absorbed in his art, he didn’t notice when Tooru came striding up to him, hands on his hips glaring at the artwork.

“You were supposed to be taking a day off, Y/n,”

Y/n jumped, and slowly closed his sketchbook, trying to hide it beneath the chair, “What do you mean Tooru, I am” he smiled, pretending to be innocent.

Tooru sighed, “You’re as hopeless as I am. Come on,” he said, grabbing Y/n’s arm and pulling him onto the court behind the bench.

“Tooru, what are you doing, the fifth set is about to start!”

“Don’t worry, both teams agreed to a short disruption, come on,” Tooru said, pulling him onto the court.

“Tooru, why are we on the court?” Y/n asked, blushing, unused to being in the spotlight with crowds staring down at them, many as confused as him.

“Look up.”

Y/n followed Tooru’s finger up to the screens above the court. Usually showing the game on the court, or replays, the screens now read the words, “Will you marry me, Y/n?”

Y/n turned to glare at Tooru, “Really. You are proposing to me during the middle of a volleyball game.” “Yes. I wanted to show you that I love you just as much as I love volleyball,” Tooru said, “Maybe a little bit more even,” Y/n sighed, “You know, this is a low move. I almost have to say yes, with everyone watching.”

“I’m sorry,” Tooru whispered, “Are you really that uncomfortable?”

“You’re lucky you already knew I was going to say yes,” Y/n muttered, knowing they had discussed the possibility in detail over the past month or so. Y/n shook his head and pulled Tooru in a kiss on the middle of the volleyball court. “Does that answer your question?”

Tooru pulled Y/n into another hug, leading him back to the bench as the crowds cheered. Y/n watched from the bench as the fifth set continued forward. He still wasn’t where he wanted to be yet, but Y/n knew that he and Tooru were going to be alright. He would let Tooru help rebuild him. He could make it through anything as long as he had his husband by his side.

Here’s the ending. Not sure I like it, but it’s what came out. Again, sorry it’s so long. Too all those who distract themselves through work. Hope you enjoyed.

#oikawa x male reader #tooru x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #oikawa tooru

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hcneymilkks · 4 years ago

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A fake dating au but make it marriage. Two best friends scroll on social media and notice a trend where newlyweds send invites to famous celebrities to see what will happen? An appearance? A gift? Who knows. For the two best friends, as a joke, set up a fake wedding and request the most expensive gifts with the option of money. Sending invites to celebrities ranging from Kim Kardashian to even the Queen, they are surprised and shocked to realize that not only were gifts being delivered nearing the “big day” but a request to be part of the celebration causes the two friends to create a fake marriage in the smallest amount of time they have.

University AU! Aged-up Haikyuu Characters!

Fashion Designer/Psychologist Oikawa

Humanities Y/N

Rain splattered on the window, causing little droplets here and there to roll down with no hesitation. The quiet hums of lo-fi music made its way around the little bedroom, with vigorous typing accompanying it.

Backspace.

Enter.

Click and delete.

Brain throbbing, a sigh escaping from the lips.

It was no use, the longer the computer was stared at, the more your brain felt like mush.

“Damn him and using me to do his research analysis.”

Speak of the devil.

“Y/n!”

You stood up, turning around and crossing your arms with a glare. There he stood, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with a sly smirk on his face.

Tooru Oikawa.

“How’s the report going? I hope to see it done by tomorrow?”

“Fuck you,” you strided over and pushed his arms, causing him to slightly lose balance. “Just tell me how you managed not getting kicked out yet. I swear you casted a spell on your professors or something. It's like you don’t do anything.”

He feigned hurt. “I do!” He whined. “Just not class related.” He pushed past you and flung yourself onto the bed, burying his face into your freshly washed sheets. “I’m designing a new clothing line inspired by the different volleyball team colours.”

“Is this your way at relieving the pain from not making it to nationals?” you snickered, remembering how pissed off he was after Ushijima told him he should have gone to Shiratorizawa.

“I-you little shit. This is why I never tell you things.”

“Shut up shittykawa you literally are making me do your research proposal. I know nothing about psychology!”

“I’m helping you learn a new subject! It’s time to look into your own brain and see what’s wrong with you!”

…

Three.

Two.

One.

“OIKAWA YOU LITTLE SHIT!” you flung yourself on top of him, garnering an oomph! sound. You smacked his back repeatedly.

He let it have your way, already coming up with a counterattack.

With stinging hands and shallow breaths after saying nothing but curses, you stopped and climbed off of him. Immediately, he’s on top of you. Pinning your wrists and getting dangerously closer to your neck. You couldn’t lie, he was attractive, but knowing him and his two-faced personality, you’d rather stay friends.

But did you really want to?

A part of him knew you wanted him, but was that a risk you were willing to take?

Deep breaths.

A low chuckle. “You love me y/n. I know you do, and I also know you’d do anything for me.” He smirked and pressed a kiss oh so close to your lips, getting up and dusting off his black shirt.

“I’m leaving! Remember, the paper has to be done by tomorrow!”

The door closed and for a moment you looked at your ceiling.

Eyes wide.

Taking a pillow, you screamed into it.

“SHITTYKAWA!”

“Here you hoe, now for once in your life do your own work.”

You stomped into one of the many University studios, aiming the folder at Oikawa’s head much to his dismay.

“Thank you love you!”

You glared at him and waved a hand. “You definitely owe me like five bowls of ramen after what you put me through. I can’t believe you made me read so much on children’s brains and development.”

“I mean they said to choose something I liked, so children and volleyball worked together. Plus, if I actually had to conduct the research, my nephew’s volleyball club would have been perfect.” He finally turned around after pinning the teal fabric to the mannequin, striding towards you and ruffling your hair.

You mumbled incoherent curses as Oikawa picked up his sketchbook, writing down a quick note before closing it.

“Let’s go, I’m starving.”

The fragrant air of spices and creamy broth filled the little shop, making you drool. Grateful that Oikawa was rich, you took the opportunity to order almost everything on the menu.

“Y/n isn’t that-” you growled at him and he smirked.

“Feisty, you know I love that.” he winked and you gagged.

While waiting for the food, both of you were scrolling on Instagram. Having most of the same friends, it was no surprise that your timelines almost looked identical. Rolling his eyes, Oikawa saw a group photo of most of the volleyball players Hinata was pictured with, wanting nothing more than to squish the little one.

But then something caught your eyes.

You looked up at Oikawa who seemingly had the same expression, eyes wide, yet confused.

The dead groupchat came back to life with a link sent by Matsukawa, something about a bet.

matthewkawa

Look at this lol

Sent a link

[Youtube storytime: The Time I Invited Drake to My Wedding (Spoiler Alert: He Came!)]

hannamaki

Wait why would someone invite a celebrity? Aren’t they hard to ask?

nishinoyya

Wait that’s cool! Asahi-san can we invite Jason Derulo to our wedding?

acai

Wait...what? What wedding?

y/n

Waittt i’ve seen that video

Apparently as a joke the person sent lots of invites to different celebrities. Most of them gave gifts or money but I guess Drake went

iwachew

LOOL IMAGINE Y/N AND CRAPPYKAWA DOING THAT

yoyoinata

I can see that woah!

milkyama

Psh! Flattykawa and y/n. I can’t see it. y/n deserves better lol

fabkawa

OI TAKE THAT BACK STUPID

y/n

Oi don’t talk back to my child like that shittykawa

fabkawa

Shut up y/n and eat your ramen

You glared at him before saying thank you to the waiter. Both minds now occupied with the creamy ramen and soft boiled egg.

Flipping a page, you smiled. There it was, the fake couple who both fell for each other, breaking so many rules. But who couldn’t resist?

Oikawa scrolled on the computer, typing and clicking. He swiveled around in his seat and went over to you, peering over your shoulder.

You smacked his arm. “Personal space excuse me!” He put his arm up in defence, smirking.

“Remember the post Matsukawa sent?

“Yeah. So what?”

“I made the wedding on May 14th and invited some celebrities. Who did you want to send an invite to?”

You dropped the book. “Say what?”

Oikawa dragged you from his bed and sat you down on his uncomfy chair. Indeed, the computer screen showed a cheesy website where people rsvp to weddings. Already half of the groupchat accepted and you know this had to be a joke.

“Oikawa are you dumb? Who are you marrying? Wait no, who would want to marry you?” you looked at him and he pouted.

“Iwa-chan said no, Mad Dog scares me, Ushijima is definitely a no, so you’re left.”

“Who said I would do it?”

“I invited Stray Kids.”

Are you kidding me?

“This isn’t real, we’re not gonna really get married right? I mean if we were technically speaking, the wedding is less than a month away and we don’t have money, a reception place or any other sappy wedding shit.” You looked at the list and sure enough, Stray Kids was there.

“No y/n nothing is going to happen trust me. Plus, who doesn’t like free gifts? I tried to ask for expensive gifts and money because someone’s wardrobe and apartment looks ugly as hell.”

“You better not be talking about me bitch. I’m gonna set that sketchbook on fire.”

Oikawa chuckled. “Add some more people on the list, I wanna see how far this can get.”

“I never said I agreed to it,” you mumbled but nonetheless added in a few of your favourite celebrities, including the queen.

After all, if this worked, free money. What’s the harm in that?”

A lot went wrong after that.

It was three am a week after the planning and your phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Grumbling, you answered the call without looking at the number…..which was a stupid mistake.

“Y/N! HOW DO I CANCEL THE WEDDING?!”

“Relax Papi you said nothing would happen? Free money right?” you yawned not even realizing what you said.

Oikawa sputtered on the other line, shaking his head and ignoring how you called him Papi for some reason. “Yeah but uh...we have a little problem.”

“Hm…”

“Jason Derulo accepted the invite ...and he can’t wait to see the ceremony.”

From that moment, you were fully awake. “WHAT?!!”

“What do you mean you can’t cancel the wedding?” you rubbed at your temples, losing more brain cells by the minute.

"Okay so apparently my last name is common around celebrities, seeing as my father owns different restaurants. So it’s not a surprise to them that they wouldn’t attend the wedding.’

“Fuck.” you breathed out. How did the both of you not realize this?

“Okay so um..what now?”

Oikawa ruffled his air. “We go through with it.”

"Fuck no.”

“What why?”

You’re the one who thought of this crazy idea! It’s all your fault!”

“But you’re the one who put Jason Derulo in there!”’

You smacked your forehead. “It was a joke and for free money! Look what you got us into.”

Yells back and forth, each blaming the other. It was like the night wasn’t going to end soon. Tired from the arguing, you smacked Oikawa’s chest. “Stupid,” you mumbled. “I don’t want to do this!”

Oikawa scratched the back of his neck. “But what if I want to?” You looked up at him confused. “You know, like how Hinata and Tobio fake dated but then became boyfriends.”

“Oikawa, that’s different. That’s dating, this is marriage. It’s adult stuff, I can barely cook!”

“I’ll cook for you.”

You walked away from him, going towards his balcony. The view was beautiful, seeing various stars and the lights shining from Tokyo. “This is too much for me to handle. You're a pain, you know that?”

He wrapped his arms around you and instinctively you snuggled closer to his chest, facing the view so he wouldn’t see your red cheeks.

"Remember when we were children? And we had a whole promise that we would be with each other forever?” you laughed. The classic child marriage pact. It was as if almost all friendships started with that promise. A promise to love and stay with each other no matter what.

“That’s child play.”

He started to rub circles with his thumbs on your arms, you feeling relaxed. “One month. Give me one month after the wedding. We’ll go on a honeymoon to London, I'll teach you how to cook, you can live with me, we can adopt a puppy.” Oikawa gulped and looked at you. “And if you don’t like it, we can pretend none of this happened. In fact i’ll stop bothering you with my assignments and my presence.”

One month. That sounded like a challenge. A challenge that Oikawa was willing to risk everything for. A month to make you fall for him.

“...so we’re splitting the gifts and money equally then, right?”

A/N: I’m back! This has been in my drafts for months. At first it was supposed to be Yuto from Pentagon but after getting into Haikyuu I was like fuck it and changed it to Oikawa. Also because yes LMAO. I hope you all liked it and let me know your comments! Part two will be in the works if people want it, for now its a oneshot aha.

Much love!

tags: @babyworld , @bakuhoes-dumbass

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