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introloves · 4 years ago

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Who's the hardest dom? And who's best at punishments

oop im giving my top 3-

— hard dom! iwa, daichi, ushijima + slapping + punishments + talk of bratty reader + sub / dom dynamics + use of the word ‘cunt’ for iwas scenario

— iwaizumi: to me, hajime is the hardest dom. don’t question his rules, don’t question him when he tells you to do something. he just falls naturally into a roll where it’s his job to protect you, look after you, make sure all your needs are taken care of and always keeps your best interest in mind. that’s why it’s best to follow what he says with a smile, in the end what he does and tells you to do are done with your best interest in mind. a happy and satisfied partner is what he wants.

he can’t stand when you’re being bratty, all he has to do is look at you with a stern glance and it has you almost physically shrinking. he’s not easy on his punishments when you do something real bad, like touch yourself without permission. he hates it when you play with something that belongs to him- he can’t help the possessive nature he has.

“h-hajime.” you whimper, hands numb and throbbing from your weight. it sounded so easy to do when he looked at you with a piercing gaze, telling you to lay back on your hands or else you’d be in more trouble than you were.

the only response to your whine is a swift slap to your cunt, hard enough to make you recoil.

“who said you could talk?” he hisses, pulling away. it seems you’ve forgotten everything he’s taught you. this is what he gets for being soft on you.

you quickly tuck your lips between your teeth, biting down on them so you don’t slip up again, you’ve already pushed him enough.

seeing you try so hard to please him, to try and calm the displeasure of seeing you fucking yourself pathetically without letting him know let’s him relax. why would you exert yourself, pathetically stuffing fingers that barely reach anything when he’s right there for you? you know you can’t do a good enough job to make you cum like he can.

“good. you’re so good to me.” he responds at your desperation. it makes you lean into every word, chasing the high it gives you.

“too bad you were being naughty, makes this so much harder for me.”

iwaizumi detaches from you completely, leaving you drenched in your arousal, alone.

he spares a glance back as he walks out of the room.

“lay there and think about your actions.” is all he says, and you do. you’d wait for him forever if it meant having him finally fuck you in the end.

his punishments are the worst, will leave you in the same spot, hands under you, no touching, for hours. his resolve to keep you whiny and desperate is something incredible, you can beg and cry all you want, but unless he feels you’ve earned it you will absolutely not cum.

— daichi: i don’t think he’s as 100% dominant as iwa, can fuck you with no need for you to submit to him. he’s with you because he loves you, willing to push away any of his own preferences in bed just to see you cum hard. however, he also seems to be a provider, he takes the roll of someone calling shots because he likes taking your pleasure into his own hands. like iwa, he learns your body very quick and knows how to make you feel real good. so why would you need to do anything other than be good and take it? if you’re a good little thing for him, he would reach the sun out of the sky for you.

but if you ever do something naughty, like flirt with someone to get back at him, you’re in for a long night. he can’t stand seeing another try and come in and act like they could treat you better than he can. it’s near impossible. he’s proud to say what a good partner he is. so he quickly swoops in, a kind smile playing on his face while he introduces himself as your man, all the while his fingers are digging into your side, squeezing rhythmically with each sickly kind word that leaves him.

“is this what you want?” he asks, three of his fingers have been curling inside you for a long, long time now. with every brush against a patch of nerves that sets you alight- makes your eyes roll back and hips jump up and down.

“or do you want them to touch you?” he questions, referring to the guy he pulled you away from. he removes his fingers from you while asking, letting you know what’d you be missing if it wasn’t for him.

“n-no! i want you! i want you!” you sob, shaking at how long it took him to just move inside you and now he’s taken that away again. you curl your hands to his shirt, trying with everything you have to bring him close to you.

seeing you like this has him crash his lips against yours, nodding, but promising that if he ever sees you flirt with someone again- he’ll use you to cum, he’ll use your body to finish and pull away everytime you’re about to. it’s not an empty threat and with that, you comply.

he makes you promise, makes you tell him how much you love him and how he’s the one for you while he fingers you, coating his strong hand in your cum and arousal. it’s easy, he thinks it’s so easy to bring you there- he’s mapped out every part of you that makes you feel good because he loves you so much.

his punishments are always fast and intense. daichi is patient and a little hard headed, but loves you so much it hurts him to see you wanting. will bring you to the peak of pleasure over and over again, not fucking you until he- or you can’t take it anymore. it’s an entanglement of limbs, desperate and heavy.

— ushijima: with his stature and build, it comes naturally. with how people regard him, with respect and a little bit of fear he’s fit into a mold that shapes out a person with a sure fire dominant personality. i’d say that he’s the least dom of the three, just because i don’t think he knows what a dominant is, really. just knows that he likes being the one to set the pace, knows it’s expected of him when he’s so big and strong. he doesn’t mind it, likes seeing you teary eyed and whining up at him while he pounds into you.

you should have known now what a bad idea it was to rile ushijima up when he was busy.

but you couldn’t help it, with sweats hung low on carved hips, bulge of him so apparent in the light gray when he’s not even hard! makes you dizzy. but he’s on the phone and has already told you to knock it off. with a huff you decide to go for a dirty trick you have up your sleeve.

it doesn’t take long for you to find a toy, a cute little dildo that you haven’t used- haven’t had to use with a stallion like wakatoshi as your boyfriend- in ages. you use your own wetness as lube, a testament to how much you needed your wakatoshi.

it’s a hard and fast pace you’ve set, making sure to moan as loud as you can, scream out his name to get his attention. if he won’t fuck you, then you guess you have to take matters into your own hands.

and it works, you’re nearly there so close you can taste the sweet buzz it gives you- you don’t hear the padding of his footfalls. he ends the call immediately when he sees you, dripping onto the bed.

he sees the dildo pumping in and out of you, and is angry.

it’s almost an insult to his pride. with long strides he grabs your shaky hands, stopping your movement and the progression of your orgasm.

he slides the toy out, letting it drop to the floor before he pulls you up, grabbing your arms to plop you onto the center of the bed.

“you think that can make you cum better than i can?” he questions, voice something akin to a growl while he hooks his sweats down, proud member already long and hard. it’s stands by itself, bobbing with each jump of his dick, knowing that he’s about to fuck you like an animal.

“n-no.” you answer truthfully, nothing could compare to him. he nods, grabbing himself to line up with you, your eyes go wide. is he not going to prep you?

he responds like he just read your mind-

“you’ve prepped yourself enough with that piece of plastic.” he spits.

he makes you say nothing but his name for the rest of the night, makes you tell him who makes you feel good, makes you tell him what you already know.

his punishments are fast and fleeting, never lasting more than the session. he’s attentive and careful with you, him being dominant is a way to take care of you, never leaving you unsatisfied- no matter how insatiable you are.

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ssamie · 4 years ago

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them getting caught simping for their s/o (part 1)

·˚ ༘⌗ just hq boys simping for you and getting caught simping by their friends

·˚ ༘⌗ characters include: tanaka ryuunosuke, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime

·˚ ༘⌗ gender neutral pronouns were used.

·˚ ༘⌗ warnings: swearing and fluff lol

gen masterlist. hq masterlist.

TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

honestly are we surprised?

he's already a massive simp, so why should he hold back when it comes to his s/o

he simps by literally any and every way you could think of

hyping you up? ofc, no need to say anything he already does that on a daily basis

want cuddles? say less,, he's already waiting with his arms wide open

want to go on dates? who cares about practice, he'll go on a date with you anytime, no matter what the consequence he may face

want to meet up at 3am for no reason at all? wdym, he's already up and waiting outside your house

you're sick? no no, he's already in your room taking care of you with meds, soup, and cuddles <3

i could go on but...you get the point

anyways

he gets caught simping by the team when they walked past you and him sitting by a tree on the school yard

he had you sitting on his lap with a gleeful and lovesick smile as he brings his chopsticks up to your mouth to feed you

"do you like that, baby?" he asked you with a smile. "yeah, it's very good" you said. "did you cook this?" you asked him

tanaka proudly smiled and nodded "yup! i have to make sure my baby gets only the best food there is!" he exclaims as he wraps his arms around your waist

you laugh lightly and playfully smack him in the chest "you're too sweet, ryu" you said "but thank you."

"hmm, anything for you, babe" he muttered in reply as he pressed a soft kiss on your cheeks and temples

the whole team is watching with varying reactions lmao

first of all, noya and hinata are crying from jealousy (suga too but he won't admit that 🙄)

tsukki, yams, and the other second years are snickering while daichi and asahi jokingly join along

they tease tanaka about it, but it's not like he cares lmao 💀

"damn what a simp."

"you're so smitten it's actually sad."

tanaka: "you're just jealous you don't have an s/o!"

it's true. they were just jealous 🙄🤞🏼

they're still very happy tanaka actually found someone that loved him back. they all knew he had a heart of gold, and he deserved every bit of love he received from you

i love him :(

OIKAWA TOORU

oikawa is actually a very affectionate partner

he does have a high ego, but he will succumb once he gets a quick glimpse of you

to him, you're the most beautiful being to ever walked the earth, not even kidding.

that's usually how he simps lol

he just praises you about pretty much everything

gives you never ending compliments and aims to make you feel like the most perfect person alive, because thats how he sees you

also loves physical touch <3

doesn't have to be sensual,, he just likes feeling your skin on his.

his favourite is when you're holding hands because his hands are much bigger than yours and he finds that cute >:(

"tooru, practice will start soon" you said to him as you comb your fingers through his hair, though being careful enough to not mess it up.

"hmph" he said, though it only came out as muffled murmurs, seeing as his face was buried into your chest

"you're very clingy today" you hummed "something wrong?" you asked him

his hand, which he felt the need to intertwine with yours, squeezed yours tighter as he brought them up to his lips

"mm, i just love you that's all" he said as he went back to burying his face into his your sweatshirt.

you smiled and kissed the crown of his head, making him sigh in content. "love you too, tooru"

they clown him.

the whole team just clowns him.

it would start with iwaizumi quietly snickering, though he wasn't really that fazed since he sees oikawa like this with you a lot

but makki and mattsun saw you too and just burst out laughing. idk why either they just did

they, along with yahaba, would just laugh and throw in some teasing comments

he usually responds with petty replies

"damn, what a simp"

"didn't think the oikawa tooru would like anyone but himself"

oikawa: "shut up! stop teasing me, you're all dumb! you're just mad i have a god/goddess of an s/o. you probably don't know what that's like cus you're all ugly. unlike me ofcourse. though blah blah blah.."

oikawa sweetie... shut up <3

kindaichi laughs along,, kunimi and kyotani just doesn't care lol

i love tooru sm :(

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

i love you sir 🛐

anyways, iwaizumi is a very loving boyfriend!! very protective and affectionate, but more showy when you're in private

he could never say no to you, no matter the request

you could probably ask him to eat cat shit and he'd do it for a kiss ngl

okay.. maybe don't go that far.. but yeah

you want kisses? he's not the biggest fan of pda but he'll do it if u really want it

wanna go on a date? can't say no to that

want him to buy you food/clothes? he'll do it no questions asked.

i could list down more things but my brain can't think of anything else so no <3

anyways

you were outside the gym, getting drinks and snacks and just talking

and you thought it would be a good idea to try on some clips you got on his hair

"please, hajime" you pleaded with a pout "i got these really cute clips yesterday but im wearing enough already" you said

"so i want you to wear the rest" you present him a small bag of colorful butterfly clips with a smile

iwaizumi looked at it with dread, not really wanting his head to look like a rainbow. but one glance at your hopeful smile and he just ~melts~

"ofcourse, baby" he said with a small smile "do what you want" his smile only widened as you cheered, excitedly picking out the colors to accessorise him with

"would you like blue and pink or blue and purple?" you asked

"which do you like more?" he asked "hm. maybe blue and pink.. i dunno though. you'll look cute with both" you said

"just do both then" iwaizumi shrugged as he leaned his head back on your lap, closing his eyes and humming as you comb through his hair with your fingers.

"thank you for letting me play with your hair, haji~" you cooed with a soft laugh as you press a kiss on his nose

"anything for you, love" iwaizumi replied with a chuckle

everyone just stops for a second. just pause.

they definitely didn't expect to see iwaizumi to enter the gym with his hair decorated with blue, pink and purple butterfly clips.

oikawa gasps in shock and would probably ask to borrow some.

he already knows its from you since iwa is his best friend, and he really didn't want to get a beating so early into practice.

"iwa-chan! can i have some?! give me the blue ones!"

iwa: "no way, shittykawa get your own fucking clips!

makki and mattsun would tease him to death. they were the only ones brave enough to do so :p

"damn, y/n really had you wrapped around their finger, huh?"

"ah, the things we do for love~"

"what a simp"

makki and mattsun came home with a bruise that day.

kunimi and kindaichi are quiet. they didn't want to end up like the two idiots. though kunimi may or may not have snapped a quick photo

kyotani thinks its iconic. he's an iwaizumi supremacist, what can i say.

i love iwa sm pls 😖

i think im getting better at making headcannons,, idk tho jjsbsnabs

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princess-of-inarizaki · 4 years ago

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Heyheyhey!! Can i request manager birthday and the team forget about it for seijoh, inarizaki, and shiratorizawa bcs tomorrow ma birthday hahah. Thank youuu and i love you

Anon-chan!! This is SUCH an important birthday request and I am beyond honoured to write it for you :D 💖💖💖💖✨

Our birthdays are so close too👉👈 mine's next week. (Exactly ten days apart from yours!!)

Anyways, happy birthday Anon-chan!!I hope you have a beautiful day, filled with lots of happy things, and a wonderful year ahead. you're wonderful, and I hope you always remember that !! 💖💖💖✨ I love you so very much <3

The teams forgetting their manager's birthday

Characters: Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, and Inarizaki

Warnings: none

Oh btw!! since the type of manager is not specified, I'll go with my default fem manager :D she's cute and sweet (like you, Anon-chan 😺😆💖) and the boys adore her a ton. She's also very capable, smart, and confident, and she loves being physical with the boys, which constantly flusters them!

Seijoh

The Seijoh boys would be so busy practicing for an upcoming match, they kinda forget everything that's happening around them.

Lots of focus. You smile fondly, because that's what makes them such a good team. Their ability to focus on their goals and eliminate all distractions.

Until one day, Yahaba is just scrolling through his phone's calendar when he sees “Manager Chan's birthday, 19th November.”

And he's just so shocked and guilty. He immediately calls the rest of the team and tells them what he just realized.

The team feels so guilty and disappointed in themselves. They're a day late to wish you, and they desperately want to make it up to you.

You're their precious manager after all, the one who bandages their injuries with a smile and who always gives them the motivation to do better.

How could they possibly forget such a precious human being's birthday?

That same day, they create a group chat excluding you, and begin to plan something special for you.

They break themselves up into teams with specific tasks of getting things ready for an impromptu birthday party for you.

Iwa-chan is in charge of ensuring everything runs smoothly, and he makes sure to do it with zeal, hoping to make it the best birthday ever for you, eventhough it's a bit late.

The next day, you walk into the gym, and it's absolutely quiet and dark. The boys aren't there yet, which is pretty odd, considering practice should've started a few minutes ago.

You stand in front of the gym and dial Oikawa's number, because he's always quick to respond to your calls, but the number goes straight to voicemail. You're confused, and a little curious as to where they are.

Suddenly, you feel someone's hands covering your eyes, and Oikawa's voice saying “y/n-chan, don't be scared. We have a surprise for you.”

You laugh, realisation washing over you that the boys probably planned something because they forgot it was your birthday yesterday, and follow Oikawa as he guides you inside.

When he finally uncovers your eyes, you see the boys holding a huge, slightly odd looking cake, lit with candles.

Oikawa hugs you from behind and you pull him closer to you, snuggling in his embrace.

You then blow out your candles and make a silent wish. I wish to always be by their side

Iwa-chan is already hitting Oikawa for hugging you before the rest, so you hug Iwa too, then Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Yahaba, Kunimi, and even Kyotani, albeit him being slightly rigid.

“thanks guys, this is an amazing surprise!” you say softly, as your eyes tear up. It's obvious that they made the cake themselves, and eventhough it wasn't perfect, your boys, made it for you.

Your heart squeezed as you cut slices for everyone, and handed it to them, as they sat on the bleachers to enjoy it.

You sit next to Yahaba and leaned on his shoulder. “Thanks for remembering” you said softly.

He blushed. “how did you know?” you explained that Kunimi told you, and he smiled at you and ruffled your hair.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, Y/n-san. Thanks for being the best manager ever” said Iwaizumi. He seemed to be nonchalant about it, but his eyes and smile betrayed him. He was fond of you, and genuinely glad that you enjoyed the small celebration they had prepared.

You smiled and kissed his cheek as acknowledgement, which caused him to blush and Oikawa to throw a small tantrum.

You laughed as you looked at them bantering with each other, Hanamaki and Matsukawa teasing Kyotani, and Yahaba and Kunimi next to you. You really did love these boys.

Shiratorizawa

So I'm pretty sure it's exam week, and these boys are just so studious and hardworking, they're totally immersing themselves in their studies and books.

Until it's their calculus exam and Tendou just suddenly remembers “Oh my God, it was Y/N's birthday two days ago!!” as his pencil flies across the room, much to the sensei's disapproval (haha, miracle boy is so cute)

He pulls the other third years aside after the exam, like Ushijima, and Semi, and tells them what he just remembers.

Ushijima is just stoic, but internally he's like "how could I forget? I never forget important dates like these? Is something wrong with me?" And Semi's just so sad he wants to scoop you in his arms right away.

Tendou then proposes the idea of taking you somewhere after school to surprise you, and they agree, and run off to tell the rest of the team.

Goshiki is just close to tears he hates that he forgot his favourite senpai's birthday, especially when you remembered his (and the entire team's) and never failed to make it a special day for them.

So after school ends, you're getting ready to go back home, when Semi just scoops you into his arms and carries you to the rest of the team.

You're not all that shocked, since Semi does this pretty often, and so you let him. “where are we going?” you ask, and he just casually answers “to celebrate the end of exams”

You laugh silently. They're definitely planning more than that, but you decide to humour them, and smile at the team when Semi lets you down gently.

“let's go have udon” says Shirabu with a too-big smile. You and the team walk to an udon shop near the school, and enter quietly.

Goshiki sits next you, and he looks like he wants to say something, but can't, as he bites his lip. Ushijima sits in front of you, and rest of the team take their places and begin ordering.

You notice Tendou talking to the shop owner intently, with Shirabu next to him. Ushijima knows that you might suspect something, so he tries getting your attention by asking you about your exams.

Suddenly, Tendou brings a cake to the table and team begins singing happy birthday for you. You smile happily and wait for them to finish before making a wish and blowing off the candles.

You smile happily at the team and their hearts grow warm, seeing you so happy like that.

“We're sorry for not remembering sooner, y/n-senpai” says Goshiki in a sad voice. Your heart tugs at seeing him so sad, so you ruffle his hair and assure him that exams are tough on everyone, and that it was better to celebrate it after they ended anyways.

You and the team eat the cake after having udon, and talk about the week together. They start reminiscing about memories with you, as they talk about their first impressions, and cute memories with a soft smile on their faces.

Tendou retells the story of how you first came to the team and how much you've grown ever since then.

At some point, Semi sits in your place whilst you've gone to the ladies room, and pulls you to his lap when you come back.

The team laughs when they see you desperately refusing, worried that you'll be too heavy, whilst Semi reassures you that you won't.

Goshiki adoringly smiles at you, and Semi pulls you closer to him. Tendou feeds you small pieces of strawberry left from the cake, as Shirabu records everything, excitedly typing in a caption on his social media.

Meanwhile, Ushijima is just carefully adding in a small reminder in his phone calendar, so he'll never forget your birthday in the future ever again.

Inarizaki

My sweet little fox babies! I think they would be excitedly counting down for your birthday, you're their precious manager-chan after all (and I can't bring myself to say they forgot 😅😭) when Atsumu suddenly sees a friend of yours post a "happy birthday y/n!!" on their Instagram story.

Atsumu immediately jumps on his brother's bed and wakes him up, whilst texting your friend. “Isn't y/n's birthday five days from now?”

Your friend replies. “no haha, it's today!” which cause the twins to desperately call Aran, Suna, Ginjima, and of course, captain Kita!

The boys are hurriedly awoken a few minutes after midnight, and absolutely frazzled! They had all planned something special, but now they would have to change the date, and some things (like the cake and venue) weren't ready so soon.

Osamu groggily got out of bed and began taking out eggs, butter, flour, and other baking ingredients. Eventhough it was extremely late, and he had a tiring day, nothing could compare to his love for you. And so, he started mixing the ingredients at one a.m.

Kita tried to remain calm, but internally freaks out. He and Suna are trying to brainstorm ideas of places they could take you to make your day enjoyable.

Atsumu was busy wrapping the gifts they had all got. He got way too many papercuts and had a bit of trouble, but it was for you, and the thought alone of you smiling was enough to motivate him.

Aran and Ginjima made their own preparations in their own homes for the next day, and Aran even facetimed Osamu to keep him company throughout the baking process.

They were determined to make your birthday a happy one, and genuinely wanted to let you know they loved and cared for you so much.

The next day, six terribly sleep deprived boys arrived at school, with the needed arrangements set. The cake was safely secured with Osamu, and Suna took the bag of gifts from Atsumu.

Kita went to go find you, and he saw you waiting by the entrance of school. “Y/n-san, let's go.” said Kita with a mysterious smile.

You were a bit confused. School was the other way and he was dragging you away from it, but you trusted Kita and followed him.

He led you to the rest of the team, and gently places his hand on your back. “Let's go, y/n-san. We're going to the beach.”

You were super confused. “but school?”. Suna gives you a sleepy smile. “Kita and me have already handled that. We told your teachers you'd be absent today, now c'mon.”

Atsumu gently holds your small hand in his and you guys walks to the subway. As you dig for your subway card in your pocket, the boys get seated. There's one less seat, so Atsumu pulls you to his lap, much to the rest of the team's disapproval.

They're all so jealous, Atsumu laughs silently, and pulls an oblivious you closer. Osamu just rolls his eyes, but internally seethes.

Two stops later, the team motions to exit, and Aran shyly comes closer to you, taking your hand this time. You smile at him and make your way to the small beach you sometimes spend time in, with the rest of the team.

Kita finds an empty picnic table and everyone sits down, placing the items they had brought with them down, and looking at you expectantly.

“Happy Birthday, y/n-chan.” they chorused together. Suna ruffled your hair from the right side of you, and Osamu begins lighting up the candles on your left.

You gratefully thank them for going to the trouble of bringing you here, the fresh beach air and breeze immediately putting you in a cheerier mood.

They then start singing you a happy birthday as you blush silently and blow the candles out, making a wish. I wish to be able to love these boys forever.

You lean over and kiss Osamu's cheek. He blushes red immediately. “Thank you for going to the trouble of baking this, Samu'” if only you knew, he thought silently, as flashbacks of him almost falling asleep in front of the oven came to mind.

Kita cuts the cake and gives you the biggest slice, much to your happiness. The boys all eat their cake and joke around about all the memories they've made with you.

“I can remember when y/n-chan just came. She was so small and sweet, Osamu said she reminded him of a macaroon” said Aran.

Kita fondly smiles as he gives you a pack off green tea from his grandmother.

Ginjima gives you the gifts the entire team had picked and you begin tearing up, much to everyone's dismay. You're just so grateful to have them.

Suddenly Atsumu leans over and swipes frosting from the cake on your face. The mood is once again lifted, as Suna takes a ton of pictures, and contributes to the frosting on your face too.

“hey that's enough now” says Kita. He looks firm, but his eyes betray him. The slight sparkle shows that he thinks it adorably hilarious how the boys are annoying you.

The water seems to be calling you, so you pull Suna to the shore and lean down to the water.

The rest of the day is just filled with the boys and you doing random things by the beach, like eating popsicles, and finding seashells. You're unable to actually get into the water, due to your school uniforms, but seeing an excited you gush over the seashells and smile happily over ice cream is enough for the boys.

At the end of the day, you and the team watch the sunset together, and swear to work extra hard for the upcoming nationals.

As they see you looking up at the sunset adoringly, their hearts squeeze in their chest, so grateful to be a part of your life.

Taglist: @osamusriceballs @k-sakusa-old

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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when the stars align; oikawa tōru

requested by anon; ❝ hi bb :) can I request an Oikawa and reader story where they’re two petty/sarcastic best friends. Like they just have that understanding that their love is shown through petty comments or bickering lol but n e ways, the reader gets approached by a guy she doesn’t really like but isn’t thinking and says she’s seeing Oikawa and now they have to act like a couple but all they end up doing is bickering and Oikawa complaining. I hope that makes sense lol thxx <3 ❞

pairing; oikawa tōru x reader

warnings; it’s the fake dating trope with oikawa tōru. that is a warning in itself

note; i screamed when i found this in my inbox this trope has a special place in my heart and the fact that oikawa was requested??? pls don’t let this flop :(

━ you’re not sure why you said it. you rack your mind for an excuse: you’ve known him too long, you spend majority of your time with him, you had just been texting him a moment earlier — that must’ve been why you’d sprouted that ridiculous excuse to rid yourself of spewing out a futile, useless rejection. there’s an array of mixed emotions on you as you watch the boy before you shrivel in disappointment, sighing in frustration.

“i’m sorry, i’m dating oikawa right now, actually,” you had said, like the liar the same boy you refer to has coerced you into becoming to fuel your endless sneaking out.

the guy before you, honestly nameless due to both your carelessness towards him and your uncomfortableness around him, shoves his hands into his pockets cooly, attempting to shrug it off. “well, you know where to find me in case it doesn’t work out,” he jokes, and you have to fight off the urge to cringe directly in his face at his words.

instead, you lightly smile, more similar to a grimace, and nod politely, before turning and heading in the complete opposite direction, despite the other way having been your initial route. your shaky hands fumble for your phone, and you pull it out, unlocking it and tapping on the messages app.

i did something stupid, you type out, and you’re unsure whether you’re grateful or thrown off by how quick oikawa responds.

not surprising. what did u do

the familiarity of his tone only calms you slightly, and before you can talk yourself out of it, already having thrown yourself too deep when you’d thought up the lie, you explain the situation briefly. instead of a text message response, his caller id flashes across your screen, and your breath hitches. regret begins flooding you, and carefully, you slide to answer.

“i don’t want to hold your hand!” you complain, smacking at his palm when it reaches for yours.

oikawa sighs amusingly, grabbing your wrist anyways and linking your fingers together. against all odds, and to your disappointment, you shiver at the feel of his hand in yours. it’s considerably larger, and despite the fact that this is farthest from the first time you’ve gripped his hand, your insides twist. his fingers are slender, and his palm and the pads of his fingers are soft. for all the years you’ve known oikawa, his hands constantly run cold, and you’ve hated it for multiple reasons. one being the way it gave him an ego boost of ‘cold hands only mean i have a warm heart.’ the second being his infuriating actions of constantly pressing his palms to your skin, specifically the back of your neck. but most importantly, it signifies just how little oikawa tends to care for himself at times, the way his hands shake when it gets too cold, when the world grows too small, the tips of his fingers a bruised blue and purple. and you hate it. even more so, you hate how much you hate it.

despite all this, his hand feels — nice in yours; it’s a comfortable contrast to your own warm hand. still, your frown remains on your face as you see the school gates appear before two of you, never daring to reveal any of your thoughts to him.

“if you didn’t want to hold my hand, you would’ve thought up a better lie,” oikawa argues, and you turn your head to glare at him. he diffuses it easily when his thumb brushes against the back of your hand, your words faltering momentarily. “could’ve had anyone! iwa, mattsun, makki— i know they woulda loved to do this with you.”

“you’re insufferable,” you huff, but your cheeks are painting red, visibly too. he’s right, you realize. he’s terribly right.

“but you still chose me,” he teases.

your hand in his twists until you’re bending his wrist at an awkward, painful angle, until he’s pinching at your arm to force you away. he’s right, but that doesn’t make it mean anything.

by now, you’ve spent more time glaring at oikawa threateningly and in warning than you have your entire friendship with him, and it’s honestly starting to give you a headache. after admitting your situation to the three other third years, and giving them maximum fifteen minutes to laugh until they ran out of breath, iwaizumi included, spend the next twenty minutes huddled up next to oikawa, your chair attached to his.

the guy, who had been persistent enough in asking you out that you’d resorted to this, decided to spend his lunch break in the same area as the five of you, leaving you unable to push away and bicker with oikawa the same way you would any other day. you pick at your food as you avoid his gaze, oikawa’s arm around your shoulder heavy, leaving a trail of sparks up your spine and along your arms. it makes you want to scream, loudly too.

makki and mattsun have resorted to making fun of the guy, whispering between themselves, but it’s still awfully loud enough that there’s no possible way he can’t hear. iwaizumi and oikawa have their attention on each other, discussing some upcoming practice match in the weekend.

and all you’re left with are your thoughts, your nagging, unbearable thoughts, about how pretty oikawa’s hand looks as it hangs by your shoulder, brushing against your arm with every small shift of his body. with shameful, red cheeks, you shut your eyes in frustration, and allow the regret to boil and build in your stomach.

the weeks pass steadily. outside of school, your relationship with oikawa remains unchanged, and although he’s just as touchy as he is with you with an audience, the source of affection continues to be — simply friendship. and whenever you catch any disappointment building because of that, you pinch yourself in reminder than none of it is real. the way he always has an arm around you, the way he fumbles with your fingers, the way he ties your hair back for you while you work on an essay during your break, the way he kisses your cheek, a show of respect for your boundaries, but as a way to reinforce that you’re his in front of anyone, or the way he lets you lift one leg over his own, just because.

and you’re left wondering that if it were real, would it be the same?

he sits before you now, cross legged on your bed, back straightened and mouth stuffed with popcorn, completely engrossed in the movie before him with his eyes wide open. the three other boys are spread across the room: makki laying on his stomach, chin perched on his hands by the edge of the bed, while mattsun and iwaizumi share the couch, drinks in their hands, all three just as enamored by the movie as oikawa.

you had always been aware of just how pretty he is, and everyone around you has always ensured that you do. was it the way the light from the screen shone in his face, reflecting in his pretty brown eyes and shadowing some of his features? or was it the way he sat so comfortable in your bed, in nothing but sweatpants and a loose shirt because, of course, the four of them were bound to stay the night? was it the way his lips glistened with the water he gulped, or because of the way his tongue poked out to lick at the salt from the popcorn?

or was it nothing in particular, or everything all at once?

sighing lowly, you shift and sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed and heading towards the bedroom door. “i’m gonna grab some water; anyone want anything?” you announce.

none of them seem to hear you, too lost in the movie, but makki turns his head to the side slightly, eyes remaining on the screen, and replies, “no thank you.” it’s all you need to leave the room.

as you walk out, oikawa eyes you, then eyes the filled up water bottles next to where you had been sitting. his heart tightens in his chest.

two months into the fake relationship you’d established with oikawa, and it begins to feel natural. it no longer feels off putting to walk hand in hand with him to school, or to greet him with a grandiose hug and a kiss on the cheek, or to wear his jersey to games and cheer for him from the stands, or to constantly have his ankle looped with yours beneath the table where, despite this all being for show, nobody can really see.

outside of your fake relationship traditions are your friendship traditions, which include, but are not limited to, him walking you home. it’s always been mostly because your mother adores him, or because he prefers the food that’s at your home as opposed to his, or because your home is on the way to his anyways, but it’s a lot closer, so he always ends up staying longer than anticipated.

either way, it’s not unusual that he walks by your side as the moon illuminates your path. it is, however, not very like him to stay quiet the entire way. you can see the roof of your home growing in size as you near it, and he’s yet to say a word to you. it both weirds you out and worries you, and before you can convince yourself you were overreacting, you pause in your step, the gravel beneath you scratching and crunching as you turn to face him.

“alright, spit it out.”

his eyes meet yours, wide and confused. “what?”

you sigh. “something’s up, and you’re either gonna tell me now or i’ll force it out of you later,” you reply.

“i’m not—”

“oikawa.”

“stop it, i’m fine—“

“tōru.”

“i can’t do this anymore.”

your heart stills, and almost as if in understanding, in pity, so does the world around you. the wind no longer howls in agony, respecting your need for silence as the trees around you look on curiously. your brain processes a little slower than your mouth, and you’re asking him, “what are you talking about?” before you could think.

his gaze falls from yours again, and he takes a step back. “i can’t be with you anymore. or — fake being with you anymore,” he admits to you.

you’re not sure why, but you had imagined this scenario to be a lot less earth shattering than it is. maybe you’d grown to like faking it, because it slowly started to become the closest you could get to experiencing it realistically. you refuse to speak, and it isn’t because you’re angry at him. it’s because you genuinely are lost for words. it’s not even a real break up, but it still hurts just as bad, if not worse. it’s your own fault for believing that this, whatever this was, was as simple as it seemed.

“not unless— not unless i can really be with you.”

what?

“what?”

he breathes in steadily, and moves forward, closer, closer, closer to you. his hands rise to your cheeks, cupping them softly, flinching when your breath hitches. but you make no move to push him away, only stare up at him, in wonder, in confusion. he opens his mouth, preparing himself to speak. you expect a monologue, a speech, a declaration of his undying love for you, because it sounds just as dramatic as oikawa is. the moon above you holds its breath, waiting for the band to snap, for the words to spill and drown you.

but then he kisses you.

his hands urge you up and he meets you halfway, pressing his lips to yours. they’re soft, and he tastes like cherry, and it’s probably your chapstick if you were being honest with yourself. his mouth moves languidly against yours, as if he’s trying to drag out every moment, as if he wants to purposefully slow down time, begging and pleading for the world around him to stop. the kiss is sweet, gentle, and somehow, kissing him is exactly the way you’d imagined it would. it’s breathtaking, and dizzying, and overwhelming, and needy and it’s beautiful.

when he pulls back, he doesn’t let go of you. his hands remain cupping your jaw, his mouth hovering over yours. his thumb brushes along your cheek momentarily as he gazes at you, admiring you, as if memorizing every inch and every detail of your features.

“tōru, you idiot,” you sigh. the insult isn’t foreign to him, not even on your tongue, but he still looks taken aback, and even more so when you reach up and close the distance between you again. the world lives again, the moon celebrating within the clouds, the wind twisting in your hair, whispering and whistling cheerfully by your ear as the trees dance.

it all comes together, and the stars finally align.

end note; i’m so happy with this!!! i hope everyone enjoyed reading this as much as i loved writing it!!! <3

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa fluff #fake dating trope #haikyuu fake dating trope #oikawa tōru x reader

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tetsurouskuro · 4 years ago

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Jealousy

pairing: oikawa tooru x fem!reader

warnings: a bit of angst?, fluff, smut, sensory sex, blindfold, fingering, squirting, slight bondage

word count: 3,614

tag list: @myherowritings @iwaqchan (message me if you want to be added)

a/n: i just wanted some nice boyfriend oikawa but still keep it smutty! i wrote this in like a day and i hope you guys like it! feedback is always appreciated <3

Synopsis: You get angsty and jealous when Tooru can’t spend time with you and keeps on talking to other girls in his class. He then decides to show you how much he loves you by letting you feel his love...

MASTERLIST!

≫ —– ≪·•♕•·≫ —– ≪

Boys at both school and outside of it had always ignored you, just like you ignored them. You minded your own business, and so did they.

Until you started high school. It was all fine and dandy in the beginning, but suddenly you started getting attention from boys. At first you thought it was only temporary as you did not pay them any attention and, in your head, it was simply because you started to become a woman and develop breast.

It was in the beginning of your second year of high school when a particular brown-haired boy started paying attention to you. Flirting and giving you compliments (which made you blush) but you also knew he was a player. A womanizer, or that is what the rumors said at least.

You tried to ignore him as he had girls follow him everywhere he went, like a pack of horny lionesses waiting to jump on their king. But he didn’t pay them as much attention as he did with you. He was stubborn to get you and after what felt like you had declined him for the hundred time you finally agreed on one date, just one.

But one soon turned into two and two turned into three and suddenly you were dating. You and the most popular guy in school: Oikawa Tooru.

Since he had a reputation you took it slow and he did not complain. He was willing to do anything for you and for that you were grateful. He opened up to you and talked about everything that went on in that pretty mind of his and you learned quickly that he was very dedicated to his sport and that he was skillful at it.

Soon enough you appeared at every game he had, cheering on him and his teammates. You loved how cocky he looked and was when he played. He had an aura surrounding him with both talent and leadership.

Just when you were about to go on summer vacation, he was chosen to be the next captain and he was both honored and happy, not surprised. He knew it was coming. The both of you having almost been together for a year you decided to gift him yourself. Having him being your first and it was worth the wait, for the both of you.

Soon summer was over, and you were back to school once again. This year he was going to be super busy with practice, more than before. He loved you, of course he did you were the love of his life now, but he also loved volleyball.

“When can I see you?” you had asked on the phone, late one evening.

“I don’t know. I have practice again tomorrow and then I need to study for a test.”

“Yes, of course. Volleyball and school come first.” You tried to sound happy on the phone while speaking, but in reality, you were hurting, and you felt silly because he had a life beside you.

“I miss you though. Never forget that.”

“I won’t, and I miss you too Tooru.”

“Fuck. I want talk more, but I need to go. Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Yes. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whisper back just as he hangs up the phone. You fist your shirt in your hands, both angry and hurt at that you cannot spend as much time with him as you want. At least you get to eat lunch with him in school.

≫ —– ≪·•♕•·≫ —– ≪

The next day you arrive at school just in time before class begins. You were never late, always in time for class but since you were feeling down, sleeping was harder than staying awake.

You basically sprint to your homeroom and are just about to walk in when in the distance you spot Tooru, talking to a girl. Way too close for your liking and you feel your heart crack a little.

You trust Tooru, but since you both started third year it has been rough for you and sometimes your mind wanders and you think that maybe it’s better if you weren’t together so he could focus on volleyball without disappointing you and you having to feel disappointed.

You stand still and watch them. He is smiling towards her and that breaks your heart. A sharp pain stabs you in the chest and you can feel tears welling up in your eyes, but you would not cry. Not over a man. You take a deep breath and grab the door handle and walk in.

Tooru sees from the corner of his eyes your figure and now his heart races. This might have looked suspicious to other people and if you saw this, he was worried what you might think.

≫ —– ≪·•♕•·≫ —– ≪

Lunch break came fast, but you decided to skip lunch. You did not want to see Tooru and you hoped to god that he did not come and look for you.

“(y/n)?” his voiced echoed in the hallway.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself and searched for a place to hide. Seeing the girl’s bathroom, you rushed through the door.

Is it normal to hide from your boyfriend?

The sound of you getting a text message got your attention. Pulling up your phone you see that it’s from Tooru. Of course.

Oikawa Tooru: Hi, where are you? I’m hungry :(

You: I’m not feeling well, sorry. I’ll make it up to you <3

Oikawa Tooru: Is there something I can do? Maybe a massage or some kisses? ;)

You: No, thank you.

You feel the vibration of another text but ignore it. You stay in the bathroom for a while and can feel yourself getting more anxious. What if Tooru does not love you? What if he has fallen for someone else, or worse. What if he has cheated but does not want to confess?

You shake your head of those thoughts that erupted. He loved you and he would never do that.

Taking a deep breath, you look yourself in the mirror and fix your hair and then exit the bathroom. You start walking towards your homeroom, turning the corner you bump into a hard chest and fall on the floor. You land on your butt and when you raise your head to see who you collided with you see that it is Iwaizumi Hajime, Tooru’s best friend.

“You okay, (y/n)-san?” He asks and holds out his hand towards you. Taking it, he helps you up and you brush off the dirt that is stuck on your skirt.

“Yes, thank you Iwa-chan.”

“No worries. How are you feeling?”

“Me? I’m good. Why?”

“Shittykawa told me you were ill.”

“Oh. I’m feeling much better,” you laugh and scratch the back of your head. “Oh, look at the time. Lesson starts soon, see you Iwa-chan.” You basically run from him and to your homeroom.

≫ —– ≪·•♕•·≫ —– ≪

You sigh and close your locker, leaning your forehead on it with your eyes closed. How are you going to act next time you speak with Tooru? He was just talking to a girl from his class, there is nothing weird with that. You speak to boys from your class, not very often but it happens.

Pulling yourself together you pull away from your locker and head towards the school entrance not expecting to see or meet anyone on your way home. Tooru was at practice so you were definitely not going to see him.

Except that is who you see when you exit the building. He’s not alone, he is smiling, laughing and talking to not one, not two but three girls. You didn’t recognize any of them, so you knew they were either girls from first or second year.

Standing still you watch him interact with them, he doesn’t do anything wrong but that doesn’t help with your emotions.

You see Tooru turn his head and spot you and you instantly get nervous and start to leave, heading home and you’re quick with your steps, not wanting him to catch up to you (which is stupid since he’s way faster than you).

“S’cuse me,” you hear him say and then the sound of his footsteps. “Babe. Wait up.”

You quicken your steps further, soon you’ll be running.

“Babe,” his voice speaks loudly as he grabs your arm and pulls you towards him. “Stop. Why are you running from me?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I can’t think of a reason…”

“Are you… jealous?” He snickers. Turning your head sideways you don’t want to look at him.

“N-No…”

“But you are. That’s so cute.”

“I-I am not. Brush that stupid grin off your face,” you pout and pull back your arm that he still had a tight grip on.

“Aw babe, don’t be jealous, I only love you and you know it.”

“Do I though? Because to me it looked like you enjoyed that conversation. You should rejoin them and go have some fun. Maybe you can get their numbers and start hanging out with them. Or maybe-“

“(y/n)!”

“-Maybe you can fuck them instead of me!”

“That’s enough! What’s up with you?”

Tears starts to fall down your face as you softly ask him “do you love me?”

“What?”

“I said, do you love me?” he raises his hand to cup one side of your face, brushing away the tears that have fallen, his other hand cups your other side. The tilts your head upwards so you have no choice but to meet his gaze. His brown eyes filled with nothing but love for you.

“Of course, I love you, baka.” He places a soft tender kiss on your lips. “I love you so much.”

You keep quiet, not knowing how to respond. A feeling of embarrassment starts to erupt, and you try to look away, a slight blush creeping up from your cheeks and down to your neck.

“What made you doubt my love?” His question comes out of the blue and takes you by surprise.

“We have not seen each other in a long time. You have been practicing and studying for a long time now and when I saw you with that girl earlier it made me question your love for me,” you confess straight out and your cheeks goes from pink to red.

“Is that so.” It is quiet for a minute and you have no idea if you should interrupt the silence or stay quiet but Tooru’s faster and cups your face with his palms and pulls you in for a rough kiss. “Come with me.”

≫ —– ≪·•♕•·≫ —– ≪

Tooru had basically dragged you home with him. You had trailed behind and asked where he was taking you and what about his practice.

“I took the night off since you were not feeling well,” he had responded and continued to drag you along with him.

Now you were stood in his hallway, the house empty and quiet as the booth of you took off your shoes. He turns to face you and grabs your bag with one hand and intertwines his fingers with your other while pulling you with him and towards his bedroom.

Once inside, he closes the door and throws both of your bags on the floor and turns around to face you.

“Now that we are finally here. Take of your clothes and get on the bed.”

“W-What?”

“You heard. Or do you need help?” he moves towards you and you back away until you feel a wall meet your back. You swallow and start to pant. When did you get so flustered?

Tooru is now in front of you, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. They start to travel down until they are at the hem of your skirt. His index finger moves so it is on the inside of your thigh and move upwards and to your core. He flicks his finger on your clit through your panties and you let out a soft moan, closing your eyes.

“Seems like someone is a little excited,” he smirks, and you know now that you cannot say no to him.

“What are you planning?”

“It’s a secret,” he winks. “Now listen to me and please tale off your clothes and get on the bed. You’re going to love it.”

You take him for his words and start to undress. Once you are completely naked you turn and head towards his bed, climbing up seductively so he can watch your fabulous ass being almost bent over for him.

“That ass of yours is dangerous babe,” he speaks, almost naked himself. Once he is all bear he walks towards where you have laid down and hovers over you. “Do you trust me?”

“Now you’re scaring me,” you nervously laugh.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Just answer me.”

“Yes. Of course, I do.”

“Great,” a swift kiss on your lips and he is gone but returns quickly, carrying some things in his hands. Making you quirk up one of your eyebrows.

“What are you-“

“Shh. You said you trusted me.”

“Yes, but-“

“No buts. Now, arms above your head.”

“Wha-“

“(y/n)! Just do as I say for once.” Muttering some curse words, you place both of your arms above your head and he straddles on your hips, tying your arms together with his red school tie. “Fucking perfect,” he winks.

He then picks up a blindfold, making you quirk up your eyebrow.

“We’ve been together for over a year now and when you got jealous, it made me feel a bit of a pride in myself. But also hurt that you don’t trust me around other girls. Yes, I did have a reputation of a player, but I would never ever cheat on you.”

Silence is filled in the air and it makes you feel guilty over your actions and how you reacted to seeing him with those girls. How stupid can I be?

“So,” he pulls the blindfold over your head, seeing nothing but black as he places it over your eyes. “I want to show you how much I love you.”

“How is this showing me exactly? I can’t see shit.” A heartfelt laugh escapes his lips and his hands rubs your cheek.

“You are going to feel it, babe.” He plugs a pair of earphones into your ears, a soft erotic melody starts to play and all you can hear is the song playing. You can feel him leave the bed and not a single sound can be heard except the music.

You jump when you feel something soft and ticklish on your chest. You soon relax when it starts to move up and down your torso, soon realizing it’s a feather Tooru is using.

The feather moves to your right breast and starts to pay attention to your hardening nipple, then to your other. Once he has payed them a little attention he moves downward and starts to slowly move it up and down your inner thighs, making you squirm on the bed, letting a small moan escape your lips.

You’re moaning, panting and huffing. Wanting more. He is taking his time with riling you up, building up a pressure of wanting more, and wanting to cum. You’re a wriggling mess.

The feather disappears and you are holding your breath, waiting for it to appear somewhere else. But instead you feel the bed sink and then his mouth leaving kisses on your shin and traveling up. You let out the breath that you were holding just as he reaches your pelvis and start to do the same to your other side.

A loud moan escapes your mouth when his tongue touches your clit, flicking on it and making you writhe and be a complete mess.

He places his palms on each side of your inner thigh and spreads them wide, his breath hitting your most private parts.

“Fuck Tooru,” you sigh, and he responds by licking up and down your slit, sucking up all your wetness that has formed and leakad out of your cunt. He cleans you up with his mouth and starts sucking on your clit, his lips around your swollen bud. Your back arches and you try to pull your hands away but are stopped by the tie holding them together.

Still sucking on your clit, Tooru pushes his index finger inside of you and your walls clamp around it. Feeling you pulsing around his finger and he knew you wanted more, so he listened and pushed one more finger inside, his index and middle finger thrusting slowly in and out of you while his lips sucks on your clit. You feel him arch both of his fingertips, them hitting your g-spot effectively and without no further do, you cum all over his fingers.

“TOORU!” you scream while throwing your head back in pure ecstasy, your back arching. Your body shaking from orgasming hard, his fingers keep thrusting in and out of you. The tip of his tongue flicking up and down your clit while you come undone, wanting to push him away from the sensation but also wanting more.

Tooru watches you, his eyes fixated on your breasts that keep wiggling from your movements. Your hard nipples wanting some of his attention. He lifts his left hand and with his index and thumb rolls your right nipple between them, pinching them slightly.

“T-Tooru, I- Shit. Oh god,” you pant and writhe, wanting his cock inside you but you know that he won’t give it to you until you have at least cum one more time.

Tooru’s fingers get rougher and starts pounding into your wet cunt faster and harder and the pressure in your lower abdomen starts to increase. You’re close once again and you both hate and love it how he knows your body so well.

He knows what to do and when to do it. His fingers are like magic to you, he takes you to places you’ve never been before, and his cocky ass knows it.

His tongue leaves your clit, as does his left hand on your nipple. Places his hand on your lower abdomen, right above your uterus and puts some pressure on it. His fingers fucking your cunt, hard, fast and aggressive and you know exactly what he’s trying to do.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Tooru, I’m- I’m gonna cum. Fuuuuuck,” and you do. You cum again. Your legs trembling as a warm liquid releases from you and onto the bed, your back arched so much you feel like it might snap. Your mouth open but no sound coming out from it.

A pool of wetness can be felt when you come down from your high, and you’re embarrassed, but not for long as you feel Tooru push his cock roughly inside you. The earphones are thrown away and instead of hearing music you hear a squelching, wet sound echoing.

Tooru places his palms on the back of your thighs, pushing them towards your chest so that the front is touching your torso. Your ass is being slightly lifted in the air as Tooru’s weight is pushing down on the back of your thighs, his hips slapping against your ass.

“Shit babe, you’re so wet. Fuck,” Tooru moans as his thrusts keep hitting deep inside of you, the tip of his cock gracing your g-spot.

“Tooru. Babe- I- Shit I’m about to cum again.”

“Yes baby, cum. Cum all over my cock (y/n),” the pressure returning yet again, and you release all over his thick cock, your walls pulsing around him. Tooru quicken his pace and you know he is close.

“Cum, Tooru. Please cum inside me.”

“Fuuuuck (y/n)!” he yells out your name, his hips still as he releases his load inside you, milking out all his semen and filling you up. A few grunts escaping his mouth, heavy breathing can be heard from his nose as he tries to come down from his high. Both of you are panting, that being the only sound in his room.

“Are you okay?” he asks out of breath as he removes the blindfold, throwing it on the bed next to you. He then continues to remove the knot around your wrists.

“I’m okay,” you smile, and he returns it. Once you’re free he tosses the tie on the floor and eases out of you.

“Stay put,” he commands, walking away to throw on a pair of boxer briefs and head into the bathroom next to his room. You can feel his semen slowly slipping out of you, but Tooru is quickly back and is carrying a towel in his hand. He reaches the bed and sits down on the edge and starts to clean you up.

“I can’t believe you squirted,” he smirks, and you blush.

“Me neither,” you confess. Once he’s done with cleaning you up, he takes off his boxers and lies down on the bed beside you.

“Come,” he says, and you place your head on his naked, sweaty and somewhat sticky chest. His arms wrapping themselves around you and holding you close to him.

“I’m sorry for doubting you.”

“I know. But if I get to fuck some sense into you then please, do it again.”

“I’m serious Tooru. I’m sorry. I should never have-“

“(y/n), I know. Let us just forget it for now and cuddle.”

“Okay.” He leaves a kiss on your forehead and you smile, feeling happy and contended. Slowly closing your eyes and embracing the pure moment of being utterly and completely in love with this man.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq!!#oikawa x reader #oikawa toru #oikawa tooru #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa smut #oikawa toru smut #oikawa tooru smut #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu smut

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toorusbaby · 4 years ago

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second choice, pt. 1

hi guys (: this is my very first piece of writing that i’m publishing and i’m so nervous excited to share this with whoever’s reading. thank you for giving this a chance, ily reader. i put my heart and soul into this (literally, it took me ages) and i didn’t think i’d ever share it with anybody else, but here i am at 11:56 p.m lol. there are six parts in total, some longer than the rest. i hope you enjoy <3

summary: being in love with hajime iwaizumi is like riding a rollercoaster of emotions. it’s thrilling as it is exciting, but you feel a little lightheaded... because he doesn’t know how you feel. the worst part? he thinks you’re in love with his best friend.

warnings: just pure fluff, oikawa cockblocks, slow burn, slight angst if you squint real hard

word count: 2,924

part two here

Iwaizumi silently watched from the exit of the ramen shop as Oikawa eagerly helped you gather your belongings at the table the three of you just finished using. Despite the indistinct conversation you and his team captain were sharing, Iwaizumi didn’t fail to notice your small giggles that were probably in response to one of Oikawa’s many attempts at flirting with you. Who in their right mind wouldn’t flirt with you? You were a sight to behold, at least in Iwaizumi’s eyes... and every other male’s at Aoba Johsai, including none other than Oikawa.

It was no secret, not even to you, that you were attractive. With curves in all of the right places, glowing skin, and bright doe eyes framed by long, curled lashes, you were everything females wanted to look like and what every man dreamed of calling theirs.

Even though he knew you were physically gorgeous, Iwaizumi was more drawn to the beauty of your soul. Your alluring intelligence intrigued him the very moment he first heard you speak your mind without hesitation in class on the first day of school when you were both first years. When you became an assistant manager for the Aoba Johsai volleyball club during your second year, your kindness enthralled him when he discovered that you voluntarily stayed up all night on multiple occasions to devise game plans for every Seijoh volleyball match.

By your current third year of high school, Iwaizumi found himself utterly captivated by your empathy when he saw you through his silent tears, embracing a sobbing Kindaichi away from peering eyes, whispering words of comfort despite your own sobbing, shaking frame as a result of Seijoh’s lost chance of attending Nationals. Back at Seijoh later that day, Iwaizumi overheard Kunimi thanking you for comforting Kindaichi when he couldn’t do so himself. When he saw you smile, gently place a hand on the second year’s shoulder, and reassure him that you would do absolutely anything for ‘your boys’, he was enamored.

It was safe to say that Hajime Iwaizumi had fallen in love with you.

“Y/N, let me walk you home. It’s already dark out. Can’t stand the thought of my pretty girl getting into danger, you know?” Oikawa’s flirtatious words brought Iwaizumi’s attention back to reality. The green eyed boy’s gaze landed on your approaching frame and he couldn’t help but grin when you rolled your eyes in mock annoyance.

“The sun isn’t setting for another hour, Oikawa. I’m sure I’ll be fine,” You reassured, giving Iwaizumi a smile of gratitude when he opened the door for you. Oikawa’s quick stumbling after you however, completely destroyed the butterflies that fluttered in Iwaizumi’s stomach, causing the annoyed ace to huff.

The three of you made your way to the corner of the street but not before Oikawa could stop whining. “Y/N, you can’t possibly leave me with Iwa-chan!” The setter complained with a pout and sagged shoulders but you paid him no mind.

“Oi,” Iwaizumi grumbled, harshly elbowing his best friend’s chest, emitting a yelp from the pretty setter. “What’s that supposed to mean, dumbass?”

You glanced at the red crosslight before facing the two volleyball players with a grin. “Don’t be ridiculous, ‘Kawa. Iwa gives the best company. Isn’t that right, Iwa-chan?” You turned to Iwaizumi with a toothy smile, a small giggle leaving your lips when the spiky haired boy pouted. Hajime’s cheeks flushed not only because of how cute you looked craning your neck to look up at him, but also because of your usage of his cursed but infamous nickname.

Maybe that stupid nickname isn’t so bad, Iwaizumi quickly thought. Thanks, Oikawa.

Iwaizumi opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, Oikawa cut him off.

“Lying isn’t good, little manager. But if you give me a hug, I won’t complain for the rest of today… maybe.” The setter smirked and opened his arms in your direction.

I take my ‘thanks’ back, you sly fucker, Iwaizumi thought begrudgingly.

Once again, the ace felt as if he had been punched in the gut. When Iwaizumi saw you chuckle and embrace his cocky best friend, who was more than happy to tightly wrap his arms around your body, jealousy filled the boy to the brink. The hug you gave Oikawa was a hug he desperately wanted for himself instead. Sure, friends hugged each other all the time; Iwaizumi could simply ask you for one and call it a day.

Would Y/N even be comfortable with that?

It was that specific question that constantly lingered in the back of his mind. The fact that he had the biggest crush in the world on you however, prevented Iwaizumi from even wanting to ask you for one in the first place.

It was simple, really; the only thing that scared Iwaizumi more than asking you for a hug, was simply being rejected by you under any circumstance.

On the other hand, you always questioned why Iwaizumi never seemed to want to have any physical contact with you. You were comfortable with all of the boys on the volleyball team; even Kyoutani, of all people, allowed you to give him small side hugs. The only times you and Hajime ever made physical contact were through quick high-fives on the court when he scored points during games. Other than that, everything between the two of you was verbal. Hugging him was definitely out of the question. Perhaps Iwaizumi liked having physical boundaries set in place? Or maybe because you were a girl and he was hesitant? You weren’t sure, but you could understand. After all, the ace did have his shy moments despite his aggression towards Oikawa.

You never admitted it to anybody, not even to yourself, but Iwaizumi’s physical distance made you feel insecure. You thought you were fairly attractive and friendly enough; you felt confident most of the time. Did something about you disgust him? Did you talk too much to the point where you annoyed him? Did he lie about viewing you as a friend only to preserve peace within the volleyball team?

The idea of Hajime disliking anything about you caused your stomach to twist and turn. After all, it was only natural since you’ve had such strong feelings for Aoba Johsai’s beloved ace for quite a while.

Your troubled thoughts clouded your mind and you instinctively clung onto Oikawa a bit tighter. The action didn’t go unnoticed by Iwaizumi, who was surprised to feel his fingernails carving crescent shaped marks into his right palm. He immediately released his grip and clenched his jaw. Even if the ace decided to turn his gaze away from the sight of his crush and best friend hugging, it definitely didn’t help when Oikawa grinned and began to make flirty comments about how perfectly you fit in his arms.

It definitely struck a nerve, but the pain was overshadowed by jealousy and annoyance.

Iwaizumi had never experienced relief the way he did when he saw the crosslight finally signal for pedestrians to cross the street. With a quick sigh, the boy called out to you and Oikawa. “Shittykawa, you can let her go now. She has to cross,” he said and gestured to the crosswalk. It had taken all of Hajime’s willpower to steady his voice and keep the venom out of his voice.

At the sound of Iwaizumi’s voice, you immediately let go of Oikawa, ignoring the captain’s small whimpers and claims of ‘missing you already.’ Instead, you made your way to the edge of the curb instead. You thanked the spiky haired boy with a bright smile which he returned, but something about it was strained. Even if your heart ached at his weak expression, you found yourself quickly adjusting Iwaizumi’s unfolded collar, an odd habit you developed as the team manager, before stepping onto the pavement.

Iwaizumi was caught off guard by your sudden action but kept his composure regardless. Clearing his throat, he lifted his hand to offer you a small wave. “Be safe, Y/N. Text one of us when you get home, yeah? And don’t stay up too late studying for tomorrow’s exam,” the ace chided. “You seriously need to get more sleep.”

Your smile widened at Iwaizumi’s protective words, even though you’ve heard them on multiple occasions. I’d get more sleep if you didn’t occupy my every thought at two in the morning, you thought before stepping onto the pavement. When Oikawa’s pleas for you to text him instead of Iwaizumi interrupted your thoughts, you teasingly rolled your eyes at the setter, but nodded at the shorter boy beside him.

“I’ll text, don’t worry. As for getting more sleep, I can’t make any promises... but I’ll see you two tomorrow. Be a good boy, Toru!” You joked and gave Oikawa, whose cheeks were crimson from the cold and your usage of his first name, a pointed stare before making your way home. The setter chuckled to himself and shoved his hands into his pockets, moving to stand beside his best friend who silently watched you walk down the street.

When you were a safe distance away, Oikawa opened his mouth to speak. The setter’s words were so sudden, Iwaizumi had to steady himself; otherwise, he would have stumbled off the sidewalk and into the now moving traffic.

“You like her, don’t you?” The taller brunette noted, his eyes unwavering from your shrinking figure the farther you walked away. It wasn’t a question, but rather a statement that needed confirmation before anything else could be said. Oikawa’s tone wasn’t the usual, cheerful one that Iwaizumi was familiar with. Instead, it was serious. The team captain didn’t have to look at Iwaizumi to know that the green eyed boy was far too stunned and flustered to come up with words of denial.

The deep shade of red that tinged Iwaizumi’s ears and cheeks, along with widened eyes was enough to confirm Oikawa’s assumption. With a click of his tongue, the team captain chuckled under his breath, his lips molding into a small smile. Iwaizumi didn’t have any words; he didn’t know what to say. What could he say? How do you tell your best friend that you’ve been in love with the girl that he’s currently interested in? What kind of best friend does that?

Maybe Iwaizumi wasn’t the ‘best’ friend after all.

The small nudge of Oikawa’s elbow to Iwaizumi’s arm caused the flustered boy to shove both hands into his pockets. Together, the duo silently made their way onto another familiar street in order to get home. No words were spoken until the ramen shop was out of sight; only the shuffling of shoes against the ground could be heard. With his hands folded behind his neck and head leaned back to admire the clouds, Oikawa was the first to break the silence.

“You know you can tell me anything, Iwa,” Oikawa adjusted the strap of his shoulder bag, turning his head to glance at his friend. “It’s okay if you like Y/N.”

With a swallow of his throat and a heavy sigh, Hajime focused the path ahead of him before responding. “Look, Oikawa. I’m sorry. Really. I know you told me you were into her, but I’ve liked her since our first year. I tried to stop when you told me you were interested,” Iwaizumi’s fists clenched in the pockets of his jacket and his eyebrows furrowed. “But I just...” he began to twirl a loose piece of thread from his jacket between his fingers, a nervous habit of his. “I couldn’t. I can’t. Whatever, it doesn’t matter.“ He cut himself off.

Since I think she likes you too, was what Iwaizumi was going to finish off with, but it would make his heart ache even more than it already was. As much of a pain Oikawa was, Iwaizumi knew his best friend didn’t deserve to be the target of his demise. It wasn’t Oikawa’s fault, not at all; it was his own for liking you as much as he did.

Especially because he knew that he could never compete with his best friend.

It was no secret that between the duo, Toru Oikawa was always the preferred choice. The first choice, in fact. He was as attractive as he was charismatic; who in their right mind wouldn’t be interested in Oikawa? He was six feet tall and the oh-so very talented captain of the volleyball team, not to mention the fact that the setter received at least two love confessions a day from swooning fangirls.

What special qualities did Iwaizumi possess that could even compare to his best friend’s many accomplishments? Sure, he was the team’s ace. After his failed stunt against Karasuno’s team at qualifiers however, Iwaizumi now believed he wasn’t worthy of such a title. On a better note, the green eyed boy came to realize that he was in fact good-looking, having received a number of love confessions himself. Even if he had a serious, stoic expression most of the time, girls seemed to take interest in it. Gentle green eyes and soft, but spiky hair that gave his appearance a bit of an edge, what wasn’t to like about Iwaizumi? Nothing, really. But in comparison to Oikawa? Everything.

Even with attractive physical traits, Hajime Iwaizumi wasn’t Toru Oikawa. In fact, he would never be on Toru Oikawa’s level.

Hajime Iwaizumi was simply destined to be the runner-up. The second choice. Nothing more, nothing less.

Oikawa let out a quiet hum, but kept his eyes up ahead when Iwaizumi glanced at him. “Nothing to apologize for, Iwa-chan. But cut the shit. It does matter. Y/N is a great girl... like, seriously. Nobody intimidates Kyoutani the way she does, not even you. She doesn’t even have to try,” Oikawa let out a loud laugh and Iwaizumi couldn’t help but shake his head and chuckle himself.

“I do like her, don’t get me wrong,” the setter sighed, but the smile on his face never wavered. “But I think you love her.” Oikawa’s smile, now a smirk, widened when he noticed Iwaizumi’s ears beam pink with embarrassment. The taller boy reached out to poke one, but his hand was quickly swatted away by the blushing wing spiker.

“You little shit, I-I’m just cold!” Iwaizumi grumbled and raised his scarf to cover a part of his red nose to avoid his best friend’s teasing gaze. He let out a stubborn sigh.

“Who’s the little shit? I’m not the one who’s under six feet, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa snickered mockingly. The death glare Iwaizumi sent Oikawa’s direction was enough to silence the captain’s laughter. “Whatever. But I’m still gonna back off regardless.” Oikawa’s words only confused Iwaizumi, who questioned the taller boy.

“But why? You like—“

“I like her, yeah. But it’s nothing serious, I’ll get over it in a few days,” Oikawa’s word choice immediately caused the ace’s eyes to narrow, but the setter held both hands up to his chest in surrender. “Don’t take it the wrong way! No, it’s not like that, I’m not an ass. I just really want to focus on volleyball for now, that’s all.” He reassured and grinned at his friend’s eyeroll.

“Besides,” Oikawa added. “You two really would make a cute couple.”

A cute couple?

Iwaizumi let his friend’s words float in the air as they turned the corner to near his house that was further down the block, before allowing them to sink in. A comfortable silence was shared between the two until they finally made their way in front of the Iwaizumi household. The older of the two was at a loss for words, still too flustered and embarrassed from being read so easily, especially by Oikawa of all people.

The fucking nerve. Iwaizumi bit the inside of his cheek.

Nonetheless, he turned to face Oikawa, whose face showed genuine joy; joy for his best friend who finally developed interest in a person after avoiding romance for years up until now. Truthfully, Iwaizumi couldn’t be annoyed with that. He sheepishly placed his left hand behind his neck and took a breath before speaking.

“Um. Thanks... for hearing me out. For understanding, too. I’m still really sorry though.” Iwaizumi’s sincere words were met with Oikawa’s annoyed groan.

“Jesus, would you stop apologizing? Apologize one more time and I swear I’ll actually steal Y/N from— ow, I was just kidding!” Oikawa lifted his hand to rub the side of his left arm that Iwaizumi had punched with a frown on his face. The ace then made his way up his porch steps before turning over his shoulder to glance at his friend whose pain subsided, the boy now waving goodbye to Iwaizumi.

“Make sure to tell me if Y/N texts you that she’s home, yeah?” Iwaizumi called out and opened his front door.

“You got it, Iwa-chan! She’ll probably text you instead though.”

“We’ll see. I doubt it though.”

When he entered his house, Iwaizumi quickly greeted his mother with a kiss on top of her head before making a beeline to his room. As soon as Iwaizumi put his belongings down on his desk, he heard his phone’s text tone go off in his pocket.

Guess she texted Oikawa already, he thought and pulled out the device.

When Iwaizumi’s eyes landed on his screen, he couldn’t stop his face from burning when he read the text notification. Without realizing it, he was smiling from ear to ear.

Y/N: ‘Got home safe, like I promised I would. See you tomorrow, Iwa (๑❛ᴗ❛๑)’

#haikyuu #iwaizumi #hajime iwaizumi #haikyu x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #haikyuu fluff #friends to lovers #aoba johsai #seijoh

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softmatcha · 4 years ago

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byethota

iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

a birthday special. iwaizumi, happy birthday <3

summary: you’re forced to be a part of oikawa’s grand plan - that is, fake dating your best friend iwaizumi.

warnings: swearing, iwaizumi’s being too perfect

genre: fluff, fake dating!!!, best friends to lovers, comedy

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i love iwaizumi HE CAN HAVE MY HEARt . i love him so much oh my .... happy birthday <3 please let me know what you think about it! thank you :)

Iwaizumi’s phone vibrates and he picks it up, glancing at the screen. A message notification flashes on his screen impatiently as it shouts for his attention. His lengthy fingers hover over his phone screen for only a split second, before they quickly slide across as he unlocks his phone. He frowns.

Message: Unknown

“hajime-kun, it’s yuki! did you accidentally block my number? i can’t seem to send messages to you on my phone!!! anyway, let’s get dinner together later! i’ll wait for you after class! <3 ”

Iwaizumi lets out a sigh of frustration as he leans back into his chair.

“It’s her again, isn’t it?” you peer over Iwaizumi’s shoulder and look at his screen, “She’s still texting you? Didn’t you block her?”

Iwaizumi tenses up at the proximity. Even after so many years of friendship, you still catch him by surprise when you edge in like that. He has long ago figured that you must have secretly planted butterflies in his stomach when he was asleep. He doesn’t remember when or how you did it, but he knows that they have been there for as long as he can remember, and unfortunately, they never died off. Luckily, he has learnt to manage it. He quickly clears his throat and tries to maintain his composure, placing his phone back on the table.

“Yeah, I did, but I think she’s using another number to text me now.”

He looks at you as you frown in concern. His eyes trace the outline of your puckered lips he wishes to feel on his own.

“That’s a tough case you have, Iwa-chan! But fear not, I’m here!” Oikawa stands up and declares, as he places his right hand on his own chest and extends his left hand out. “I am, after all, an expert! And-”

“Keep your volume down Trashykawa! We’re at the library!” Iwaizumi hisses softly and sits Oikawa back down in his seat as you give the other students whose heads turned towards the commotion apologetic glances. The librarian glares at the three of you. Oikawa pouts.

“You’re just going to make things worse,” Iwaizumi continues, “It’s not like she’s going to back down anyway. You think I haven’t tried telling her to stop?”

“Wait a moment, Hajime. I mean… Tooru does have experience with these kind of stuff. Let’s hear him out,” you reply, leaning forward and propping your head with your elbow.

“Y/N-chan! Yes! I’m glad someone else here has good judgement!” Oikawa winks at you, completely ignoring Iwaizumi’s murderous glares. “Okay, just to be clear, this girl from the other class is interested in you and has been texting you all the time?”

Iwaizumi nods.

“Well, then, are you interested in her?” Oikawa quips.

“I’m not,” Iwaizumi scoffs. “I’ve already told her I’m not interested, but look,” he unlocks his phone and shows the two of you the message she had sent: “i’m so glad you’re not taken hajime-kun! this way i can text you all the time!”

“Sounds like a bitch,” you mutter as the two of them nod in agreement.

“Oh my god Iwa-chan, why didn’t you show this to us earlier?” Oikawa suddenly whispers excitedly. “This is it! You just need to get a girlfriend to get her to stop bothering you! Although…” Oikawa sniggers, “That might be a bit hard.”

You hurriedly restrain Iwaizumi from pouncing onto him.

“I’m just kidding, Iwa-chan!” he winks unapologetically, “We just need to find you a girlfriend!

“You know what Tooru? You’re right,” you respond as you and Oikawa exchange looks of affirmation, “But… Where can we find one?”

Iwaizumi wistfully fixes his gaze on the both of you as the two of you furrow your brows in deep thought. He mind drifts off. Sometimes, he wonders if you like Oikawa that way. He wouldn’t be surprised, knowing that the two of you are more similar than most people think you both are. He hates having these insecure thoughts, but they don’t give him the authority to stop them from appearing in his head when he sees the both of you like this. He knows there’s no need to be jealous, but… what if? Nonetheless, he’s thankful for the both of you, although he never says it out loud. He’s quite sure there must have been a prize wheel he spun right before he was born (one of the many theories Oikawa had came up with), and it must have landed on “two best friends”. And that’s precisely why he never ever dared to act on his feelings for you. He didn’t want to change the way things were.

Your eyes meet Oikawa’s and you are not sure how, but the library seems to have gotten a lot awfully quieter, if that was even possible. Oikawa stares at you.

“Tooru,” you shoot him a look, hoping to wipe off the devilish grin on his face, “No.”

“It’s settled! Y/N-chan will be your official unofficial girlfriend until we get her off your back!” Oikawa leans across the table, clapping his hands together as he looks eagerly at the spiky-haired male in front of him.

Iwaizumi looks at him in disbelief. “What did you just say?”

“Pay attention, Iwa-chan,” he whines, but the glint in his eyes remains, “The both of you just need to pretend that you are together!”

Oikawa looks at the two of you expectantly, pressing his lips together.

“No,” you blurt out matter-of-factly, “Not happening”

Hurt briefly flashes on Iwaizumi’s face, but he hides it immediately. Sure, Oikawa’s idea wasn’t the best, but he didn’t expect you to shut the idea down so quickly. Was the idea of being his girlfriend that bad?

Oikawa sighs, running his hand through his hair. “I guess I’ll have to find someone else then! What if… I found another person, who’s creepy as fuck?”

You respond hesitantly. “Maybe… I-”

“Hajime-kun! I can’t believe I’m bumping into you here! We must be fated!” A voice gushes out from behind you. You don’t think you need to turn around to know who it is when you hear Oikawa let out a snort of annoyance across from you - he doesn’t even try to hide his irritation. You can see pairs of eyes shift over to focus on your table as she continues to fuss over Iwaizumi. She probably hasn’t even noticed the two of you yet.

“You must be studying! Can i join you?” Yuki doesn’t even wait for a response as she continues to babble on, sliding into the seat on the other side of Iwaizumi. When she finally stops, her gaze slowly drifts to you and Oikawa. You’re sure the smile slides off her face when she looks at you. It happens so quickly, but you catch it all the same. Impressively, the smile returns back to her face as quickly as it left, albeit seemingly much stiffer. “Oh! Your friends are here too! Nice to meet you!” she beams. Her smile is forced but you return it out of pure politeness. You don’t quite think she wants either you or Oikawa to be here, and you know you’re probably right. You can feel her animosity even as she returns her attention to Iwaizumi, who now, is still stunned by her sudden arrival.

You and Oikawa exchange looks. He widens his eyes as he looks at you and darts his eyes to Yuki, before returning back to you.

“Now!” he mouths, tapping the table impatiently. His mouth moves as he tries to finish his sentence in such an exaggerated manner that you don’t quite catch, but you figure it centres on his brilliant idea of “ the unofficial official girlfriend”.

You don’t quite want to follow Oikawa’s suggestion, but he’s right - if you were going to save Iwaizumi, this is probably the best opportunity. And so, you stand up.

“Hi, Yuki-san, I’m Hajime’s girlfriend.” You smile at her, extending your hand out for a handshake, “Nice to meet you!”

You keep your eyes trained on hers. Was your smile as stiff as hers was? You sure hope so. She doesn’t return the handshake, and your eyes don’t leave hers as the two of you glare at each other. Even with your eyes trained on her beady ones, you know Oikawa is probably trying his best to hold his laughter in as her jaw nearly drops to the floor. You’re also quite sure Iwaizumi’s ears are probably red in shock.

“Is that true, Hajime-kun? i don’t remember you telling me you have a girlfriend,” she responds dryly.

Behind your plastered smile, you can hear your heart pounding at your chest. You watch her face carefully, looking out for any possible sign of suspicion. You knew Iwaizumi was reliable, but at this point in time, anything could go wrong. You can only hope the years friendship could have helped build enough chemistry to allow this impromptu unscripted scene to play out as naturally as possible. Thankfully, he’s quick to react. He gets out of his seat and and snakes his hand around your waist. His sturdy arm pulls your body closer towards him and your head gently knocks against his broad muscular chest. Everything about this feels is so surprisingly natural, as though the two of you have done this your whole life, and you can’t help but relax under his reassuring touch. Your face turns a little red, and you try your best not to deeply inhale the familiar scent of his shirt.

He smells like lavender.

“Yes, she’s my girlfriend,” Iwaizumi replies confidently. You look up and realise that he isn’t looking at her, rather his eyes are are gazing into yours.

My girlfriend. You think it rolls off his tongue quite nicely. How does he do this so naturally?

He looks back at her, “Didn’t you know?”

The look on Yuki’s face is one of pure horror and disgust. You can’t help but genuinely smile a little. You’re sure that you and Iwaizumi have perfectly nailed the ideal couple act. Now all was left was for Yuki to leave the scene (the library) and for Oikawa to yell (whisper) “CUT!”. Yes, that would be ideal.

“I don’t believe you.”

“A twist of events!” was what you would have exclaimed in excitement if the person standing here were not you. You figure you quite prefer that twist happen in movies instead. So it turns out, ideal was just not happening today. You try not to reach out to slap her right there and then for ruining the scene you had in mind. Was there a “Most Annoying Bitch” award you could nominate her for? You remember seeing one online. You can feel the librarian’s attention fixate on your group as the three of you stand in the middle of the library. God, this was receiving too much attention. You have to end this quickly.

“And we don’t care, right, Hajime?”

You look at him again. His eyes are nice. Why haven’t you noticed before?

And honestly, Iwaizumi feels like he’s falling in love all over again. He nods. You’re not wrong. Heck, he really doesn’t care if Yuki doesn’t know, as long as you’re his - at least for now. And that’s all that matters. He drinks in these few seconds of affectionate attention that you’re giving him.

Your eyes quickly dart over to Oikawa’s for help. He who receives the signal ends the scene.

“Now, now, Yuki-san! Don’t be too upset! We’re going to leave now! Bye bye!” Oikawa says with borderline-hostile friendliness (he makes it work), and the both of you take it as a cue to grab your stuff and leave, leaving Yuki stunned in the middle of the library.

Truthfully, Iwaizumi is annoyed that it was cut off so soon.

“That was intense,” you say a little breathlessly, as the three of you rush out of the library, "Did you see her face?”

“Yeah,” Oikawa laughs, looking at Iwaizumi. “You think she’s still going to bother you again?”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Iwaizumi mutters under his breath, as the three of you gather in his bedroom.

“Look Tooru, we share two braincells but you never seem to want even one. You are too generous. I demand you take your share.” You state, looking at said man in front of you, “This is so dumb.”

“Look, we have to be prepared for surprise attacks again, okay? She didn’t a hundred percent buy it today, so we’ve got to be ready. We need to discuss a strategy!“ Oikawa looks at the two of you sternly.

“But! The two of you were literally perfect today!” he cheers in excitement. “Are you sure you both aren’t hiding something from me?”

Oikawa eyes narrow in suspicion. You roll your eyes at him and Iwaizumi nearly chokes.

The three of you spend the afternoon practicing for the next time Yuki shows up. It’s ridiculous, but it’s all in good fun, and you end the day with Iwaizumi’s mandatory house visit movie - Godzilla. After watching it for the umpteen time, it’s clear that Iwaizumi’s usually the only one focused on the movie, while you and Oikawa just lay around his room on your phones. It’s the same old ritual, but this time, you try to focus your attention on the movie. You don’t want to pay attention to the thoughts swimming around your head. Unfortunately, your mind ironically has a mind of its own, and you find yourself flooded with thoughts of this afternoon’s incident. You can’t seem to stop thinking about Iwaizumi’s sturdy arm that seems to be moulded to perfectly fit around your waist. You can’t seem to stop thinking of the intoxicating scent of his freshly washed shirt - it smells crisp and clean, and lightly of lavender fields. You can’t seem to stop thinking about his eyes that are the colour of the richest milk chocolate. Don’t do this, you curse at yourself, no falling for best friend Hajime. But as you’re pulled back to reality as a loud crash erupts from the movie, you realise you’ve been staring at him the entire time. You hurriedly pull your gaze away and your eyes meet Oikawa’s. You realise he’s stopped looking at this phone for more than just a while. He gives you a knowing smile.

Fuck.

“Guys, don’t turn around, she’s literally at the door.” You hiss.

You don’t quite believe your eyes when you see her again. She is the epitome of persistence. Iwaizumi curses under his breath and Oikawa quickly assumes his self-allocated status as head coach. He whispers confidently, “Guys, remember we practiced this yesterday. Remember BYETHOTA. Victory is only eight steps away! You can do it!”

The both of you groan. You’re quite sure Oikawa jinxed this. Nonetheless, you quickly try to run through the steps Oikawa made the two of you memorise before the Godzilla movie, which admittedly, is easy to remember despite how ridiculous the acronym sounds. And you follow through.

Step 1. Bear Hug

Your arms wrap around Iwaizumi’s waist as you lean into his embrace.

Step 2. “Yes Babe?”

Iwaizumi’s line. Keep your head on his extremely muscular chest and try not to enjoy it too much.

Step 3. Eye Contact

Gaze lovingly into each others eyes. “For at least 5 seconds!”

You’re not sure you can tear your eyes off his.

Step 4. Throw her a dirty look.

Yes, that’s your job. Glare at her, and throw her the dirtiest look you can muster.

Step 5. Hold Hands

“Self-explanatory!”

Step 6. Okay, now…

You still can’t believe the both of you let Oikawa come up with these.

Step 7. Tiptoe and kiss him on the cheek

Easier said than done. You want to murder Oikawa for coming up with these. You feel a little giddy from the previous 6 steps already. Your knees feel a bit weak. Iwaizumi looks at you reassuringly, and you take a deep breath. Then, you lean up to kiss him.

Step 8. A??

Honestly, Oikawa never told you guys about the eighth step. All he said when the two of you asked was,“It’s just an extra letter! You guys don’t have to do anything!”

You feel a push from somewhere-

that little shit.

-and Iwaizumi’s lips land on yours.

Your eyes shoot open and a rush of adrenaline courses through you. You feel his hands back around your waist and you can feel his heart pounding against your chest. Or was that yours? You’re not quite sure, it all seems rather hazy and surreal. His lips feel foreign against yours, but when he hugs you closer, and you feel his lightly chapped lips against your own, you think you could get used to this. And before you know it you kiss back, melting into his warmth.The two of you stay there like that for a brief moment that feels way too short for both of your liking, and only when he pulls away does realisation settle in.

You just kissed your best friend.

The silence in the school compound is deafening in the night. You realise Oikawa has slipped away in the midst of this, and Yuki is nowhere to be seen.

“I’m sorry… I-” Iwaizumi starts first.

“No, it’s not your fault. I know Tooru pushed you,” you respond, flustered.

You aren’t quite sure what to say next. You didn’t think this would have happened. Do you have to explain why you kissed him back? That’s he’s so incredibly breathtaking you were enraptured at the idea of being in his arms forever? That his eyes make you melt into a puddle whenever you gaze at him? That your knees go absolutely weak every time he smiles?

The two of you look at each other.

“Y/N, I have to tell you something,” Iwaizumi starts again.

This is it. God, why did you have to kiss him back? You knew what he was going to say. “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel the same way”. You knew things would never be the same again. You feel tears urging to spill out and you hurriedly avert your gaze.

“I like - Hey, are you crying?” Iwaizumi says.

“No,” you croak out. Your throat is parched, “What were you saying?”

You can already hear what he is going to say: “I like… it if we could stay as friends”. Fuck. You mentally prepare yourself for the blow.

“I like you.”

Okay, that was not what you prepared for. You open your mouth to say something, but your throat is so dry, nothing quite comes out. You’re sure with how your mouth is opening and closing, you look like a fish in water.

Iwaizumi looks at you patiently for an answer. You stare back at him.

And your lips crash onto his again.

There’s only one way to describe Iwaizumi Hajime. He is like the morning sun. As he rises, he ignites the world anew with such brilliance, and he is gentle and welcoming. His warm rays cascade on you, and you can’t help but bask in his warmth. But he’s not like this for long. Iwaizumi Hajime is also the afternoon sun. Intense and unforgiving as he peppers you with his kisses. His arms roam around as he entangles his hands in your hair and you feel your breathe stolen from him. Iwaizumi takes the sun in all of its forms. As it slowly sets, its golden rays soften and it leaves you in anticipation for the next day.

You reluctantly pull away from one another as the two of you catch your breath. Under the moonlight, he’s enthralling. He closes the space between the two of you again, and instead plants a soft kiss on your forehead. Your hands slips into his large ones and gently lean forward to rest your head against his chest.

He still smells like the lavender fields.

You confront Oikawa the next morning.

“Tooru,” you glare at him, “What does step number 8 stand for?”

He chuckles.

“Accidentally pushing your best friends so they kiss."

#iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu iwaizumi #seijou #haikyuu imagines #fluff #haikyuu scenarios #happy birthday iwaizumi #u r BABY #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #BYETHOTA #loving iwaizumi hours

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cherryblossomstars · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday (T. Oikawa)

major haikyuu manga spoilers

finally writing for my haikyuu main lmfao this is way overdue. happy birthday babykawa you deserve everything. i love. man. <3

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, birthday fic

word count: 1,224

summary: its lonely in argentina, but it gets lonely in california, too.

warnings: uhh there’s like one (1) mention of sex

It’s lonely in Argentina.

And when your boyfriend packs up his entire life and hops off to another country halfway across the world… It gets lonely in Japan, too.

The world won’t stop for you and him. It won’t stop for anyone. With the time difference making calls difficult, paying for international plans, the time gaps in between texts all in an effort to keep your relationship alive. And when you finally finish school, maybe you can join him, too.

And then Iwaizumi came to you one day telling you about going to California and the next thing you knew you had packed up to join him after an opportunity of your own landed in your lap.

The difference between time zones had somewhat lined up; instead of the 12 hours between Japan and Argentina, it was a mere 4 hours between California and Argentina. Calls became more frequent, being able to wish him good luck before his games, watching his games on TV with Iwaizumi and cheering Oikawa on while you and Iwaizumi ate cup ramen, and then telling Oikawa he did a good job afterwards.

But it’s not the same. Holidays don’t always line up and plans don’t always follow through, and after a full year of not being able to see him, it felt like your heart would wither away. The gentle touches, the nights laying in bed together and talking about anything and everything couldn’t happen.

You and Iwaizumi ended up spending Summer break in California, joined by the two idiots Makki and Mattsun. The best part was that they just showed up with their luggage and told the both of you they’d be living with the both of you for the summer. Naturally, they’d be paying for their share of the apartment as well. It was almost a third year reunion.

Almost.

Everything felt incomplete without Oikawa. No matter how many facetime calls, snaps, or texts were sent it couldn’t fill the empty space in your bed or the lack of another hand entwined in your own.

And so, by the end of June, the boys living in your apartment had had enough of the sobs they would sometimes hear very late at night or would make an appearance every time you all decided to drink.

Mattsun slammed your door open, marched in with Iwaizumi and Makki following close behind, and slammed an envelope filled with plane tickets in front of you.

“Happy birthday.” Mattsun declares.

You raise an eyebrow, “It’s not my birthday.”

“Well there’s no holiday during the summer where you give presents and shit is there?” Makki thinks out loud. “Whatever. It’s an early birthday present. But it’s also for us. I guess. Christ, just read the damn tickets.”

You pluck one of the tickets out of the envelope, your eyes lazily scanning the contents, “Standard economy, blah, blah, blah… From John Wayne Airport to…” your eyes widen, “to San Juan? You’re fucking joking. God, please tell me this isn’t a prank or I’ll cry right now-”

“Nope. We’re surprising shittykawa. It’s almost his birthday, after all.” Iwaizumi pointed to your phone. “We’ve all got one week to pack and hopefully he’s free when we land so he can come pick us up. Otherwise, uh, we’ll have to take a bus.”

“You guys are so bad at planning things through.”

Makki pouts, “please just appreciate the gesture.”

A smile graces your face, “I do. Thank you guys.”

“Alright it’s all set, then! The semester starts back up in late August so we’ll be there to piss off Oikawa for a whole month.” Mattsun claps his hands together.

“I’m gonna plaster every ugly photo I have of him all over the city.” Makki proclaims, leading everyone out of your room.

You could finally see him again.

You think the hardest part about this plan was keeping it a secret from your boyfriend. It took every ounce of self control you had not to just burst at the seams and tell him all about how you could finally see him once again. The night before his birthday, no less.

So when the four of you finally arrived at San Juan after a stop in Buenos Aires, Iwaizumi had let you do the honors of calling Oikawa to see if he was free to pick you up, noticing how you looked like you could explode in sheer excitement.

A groggy voice answered the phone, “babe? It’s, like, 10 PM. Isn’t it late over there? Is something wrong?

“Uh, no, not really. I was just wondering if you could come pick us up?”

“...Are you drunk right now? Did you call the wrong person? Listen, I’ll hang up and call Iwa for you, just hang tight and-”

You sigh, “I’m not drunk, Tooru. I’m with Mattsun, Makki, and Iwa right now. Ah, actually, I’ll just send you my location. Love you.” You heard him inhale to respond right before you hung up.

Almost immediately after sending him your location and gate number, he called back.

“You’re fucking joking right now. Babe, holy shit, please- oh shit! Ow!” You heard him bump into something amongst all the rustling on his end of the call, “God. I love you so fucking much. I’ll be right there give me a few- fuck!- A few minutes. I love you. Holy shit I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” And with that, the line went dead.

Mattsun chuckles when he notices your teary eyes. “Can I assume he’s coming?”

And when he finally does arrive, he’s only able to say a quick hello and give you a peck on the lips so you could all quickly shove your luggage into the car and be on your way.

“You guys know my apartment is definitely not big enough for all of you, right? Iwa and [Name]’s might be, but their place is bigger.” Oikawa states, one hand on the wheel and the other finally being able to hold your hand, rubbing circles onto the base of your thumb. He never wants to let you go.

Not like you want him to let you go in the first place anyway.

Mattsun doesn’t even look at him when he speaks, instead opting to enjoy the view of the drive. “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about that. We got an Airbnb nearby so you two can bang like rabbits all you want when you’re alone-”

Iwaizumi hits him, “don’t make me think about that. But we did book the airbnb assuming [Name] would stay with you for the month. Unless…?”

Oikawa can’t help but smile, “a month, huh? But yeah, I want [Name] with me,” he glances at you from the corner of his eye, “unless you don’t want to?”

You shake your head, “no, I do. We need to make up for a whole year, after all.”

“Couldn’t agree more.”

The clock hits midnight while the both of you are laying in bed together after dropping off Makki, Mattsun, and Iwaizumi at their airbnb. Finally, the empty space you would so often reach out for to hold someone who wasn’t there was filled.

July 20.

“Happy birthday, my love.” You press a kiss onto his lips.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” He holds you even closer, “finally having you here with me is more than anything I could have asked for.”

fin.

#oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa #tooru oikawa x reader #tooru oikawa #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #reader insert #happy birthday babykawa

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noyasboxdye · 4 years ago

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Let me love you- MatsuHana

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Notes: I’d been sitting on this idea for a while bc I didn’t know how to attempt it but it’s here now :)

Pairing: Matsukawa & Hanamaki

WARNINGS: cursing, mentions of sex, tiny make out scene (its like 2 sentences though), toxic relationship

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Hanamaki was so deeply in love with Mattsun he couldn't help it, he truly couldn't he wished he could but when it came to things like this the universe was never on his side. He and Mattsun were technically in a relationship, but it wasn't the kind that he wanted, nor what he would typically go for. To put is simply they were fuck buddies. It had been like that since March of their 2nd year. After a full year of pining after each other they had finally gotten together if that's what you could even call the course of events.

Hanamaki had talked to Mattsun about how he wanted to be in an official relationship several times before, but it was always the same answer which was that he wasn't ready. Which wasn't entirely true. He wasn't ready for a relationship with him he didn't want a boyfriend- not that there was anything wrong with him having one he just didn't want one. Especially not Makki.

Makki didn't know about this. He thought that everything he was saying was true. So, he gave him time, and more time, and more time, and more time. He was more clueless than the new kid in a friend group who's been friends for years making an inside joke from 3 years ago.

His friends would always try and tell him to get out of the relationship. He was always being told that Mattsun was using him and that he was nothing but a good fuck or a way for Mattsun to get his dick wet, but he would always brush it off and give the same excuse that Mattsun would give him. "Oikawa it's fine he's just not ready for a relationship, stop worrying so much!" he would say as an attempt to calm the boy's thoughts and suspicions, but excuses like that can only work so much.

It would always be the same routine one of his friends (usually Oikawa) would tell him to leave the relationship, he would give the excuse, the words would get to his head, him and Mattsun would fuck, he would ask, and then get the same excuse he's been getting for almost 2 years now. "I'm sorry love I am, but I'm just... not ready for a relationship. I hope you can wait for me though because I really do want to be with you." Mattsun would say with those same sad yet amused eyes and that same pity filled face.

Hanamaki was walking down the halls of his high school heading towards the gym after grabbing his clothes for practice when he noticed Mattsun standing near the classroom door doing what looked like laughing and talking to someone, which he assumed was Iwaizumi. Oh, how wrong he was, he felt kind of- who was he kidding really dumb after seeing the boy of his dreams kiss his classmate. Her name was Yayoi she was the epitome of Mattsun's type short, brown hair that wasn't too long, blue eyes and perfect skin, an hour glass figure that most girls would die for.

He looked so happy with her he was basically glowing. "He never smiled like that with me" Hanamaki says tears threating to spill. Pulling himself together he blinked back his tears and walked down the hall after giving Mattsun a few minutes to say bye and start walking towards to the gym too. Noticing that he was going to be late he rushed towards the gym doors and ran into the locker room.

"Hey Makki where were you." Mattsun said grabbing the attention of a certain fluffy haired 6'0 captain. "Sorry my locker was jammed haha." Makki said awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh okay." Mattsun said going back to changing Hanamaki taking notice of the arrangement of hickeys going down his neck all the way down his body his eyes stopped at his first row of abs, he couldn't bring himself to look further down knowing that if his heart would probably beak even more than it already was.

"Alright come on we're already late coach is going to mad at us." Oikawa says grabbing his water bottle and heading out the door, dragging Iwaizumi and Hanamaki out with him. "What are you looking like that for Makki?" Oikawa says, "I'll tell you later- we're still going to your house after practice, right?" Makki said noticing Mattsun walking towards him and shifting as he becomes uncomfortable. "Yeah- Iwa-chan wants to come though- is that okay?" Oikawa said noticing Hanamakki's discomfort. "Yeah it's fine." the pinkish brown-haired boy said.

**Timeskip**

"Matsukawa can you go get the broom please." Iwaizumi yelled slightly. "So, can you tell me now?" Oikawa said to Hanamaki as they were walking out of the gym to fill up their water bottles. "Tell you what-", "From earlier Makki how did you forget already." Oikawa said his tone becoming slightly impatient and whiny. "Oh! Yeah uh it's not really anything big just Matsukawa doing the same shit he's been doing for months now." Makki said brushing off the event he saw take place.

"What do you mean like he rejected you again or something else." "No uhm I was walking to the gym and I saw him with a girl and... and they kind of... kissed." Makki said tilting his head up to try and stop the tears from falling down his face. "What do you mean they kissed?! I thought he told you he was gay!" Oikawa said his voice raising more and more as he spoke.

"Uhm yeah heh he did but I guess he just lied or something. Honestly, I could just be misunderstanding the situation... I didn't stay to watch the entire thing." The boy says trying to coax Oikawa into calming down. "Well are you going to talk to him about it?" Oikawa says a look of sympathy on his face taking notice to how sad his friend looked.

"No- I don't really have a reason to Oikawa. We're just fuck buddies it's not like we're together or I'm even in a kind of place to asking him about that." The boy said. "Makki you can't keep letting him walk all over you like this." Oikawa said his heart starting to feel heavy as he saw the tears threatening to slide down his friends' cheeks.

"Oikawa it's fine! I'm fine, he's fine, everything... is fine." He said the tears finally making their way down his cheeks despite his efforts to stop it from happening. "Well obviously it isn't fine if you're crying Hanamaki!" Oikawa said as anger started bubbling up inside him at the thought of someone hurting his friend.

"Hey what happened?" An all to familiar voice said from behind the crying boy. "Mm look what the cat dragged in..." Oikawa said giving Matsukawa a sour face. "Oikawa don't. I said it's fine." Hanamaki said as he tried to wipe his tears away in a way that the taller boy wouldn't notice.

"One second Makki come here. Now." The shorter boy said sounding like a mother scolding her child in a store. "What Oikawa.", "Okay one don't act like that I'm not the one who broke your heart. Two talk to him about what happened. And if he brushes you off again leave him." The skinnier boy said crossing his arms. "And if you don't do it then I will for you because this crying everyday bullshit you're doing is getting old. Now go!" he said pushing his friend towards the earlier left boy.

"Hey, sorry he dragged me away uhm did you still want me to come over or no." The darker pink haired boy said rubbing his arms in discomfort. "Yeah sure. I'm ready now so we can leave if your ready." The slightly tanned boy said. "Yeah I'm ready, and when we get to your house can we talk about something please."

**Timeskip**

Matsukawa and Hanamaki both enter the house as it finally dawns on Hanamaki that he has to do this, he needs to leave Matsukawa. Not because Oikawa said to do it or because Oikawa would do it for him but because he finally realized that it isn't healthy what they're doing especially for him.

He's constantly giving and giving to Matsukawa and he never gets anything in return other than a quick fuck and he's tired of it. He's given Mattsun chance after chance to give him what he wants and needs but he just won't do it. It's draining to give everything and get nothing back in return.

Walking into the tanned boy's room and sitting down on the bed putting his bag down next to his feet he takes a deep breath trying to mentally prepare himself for what's to come knowing that the other boy won't take it well.

Mattsun sitting down next to him and giving him a kiss Hanamaki immediately loosing control over his body and kissing back. "Mmm I missed you." Mattsun says turning his head to deepen the kiss not even giving Makki the chance to respond.

"Wait- wait we-... we can't. We need to talk first remember." The smaller boy said trying to compose his self and catch his breath. "Alright what did you want to talk about.", "Do... do you have girlfriend?" he said finally getting a hold of himself.

"What do you mean." The taller said before getting cut off by the other. "Stop it Matsukawa. You know what I mean do you need me to actually explain it to you?" the pink tinted haired boy said the frustration and anger finally starting to settle in after months of dealing with his behavior. "Well yeah I don't know what you're talking about."

"The girl! Matsukawa the fucking girl you were with her before practice before you even try it. You both kissed and maybe I'm misunderstanding the situation, but I don't think I am considering you smiled at her after you did it." Anger seeping into his words the more he spoke. "Why?" the later said rolling his eyes.

"What the fuck do you mean why? We're fucking practically everyday and you ask why I'm worried or caring when I see you kiss another person?! A girl at that!" Makki says his voice slightly cracking as tears threaten to fall down his cheeks once again. "That's all you're worried about really? No, me and her aren't dating Makki. Now come back on the bed I missed you." Matsukawa says trying to change the subject once again.

"No, Mattsun it isn't just that. It's everything-you." Makki said the brunettes smirk faltering as he feels his heart drop. "What do you mean me.", "I mean you Mattsun! It's you, I can't even fathom-... look I don't want to argue with you because I still want to be your friend, but I refuse to let myself continue to be toyed with by you." Makki said grabbing his bag not really wanting to be in his room much less his home any longer.

"How have I been toying with you Makki?" Hanamaki face going sour looking at the boy with disgust. "How have you been... maybe lets start with the fact that we've been doing this... what ever this is since last year and it's become basically a routine at this point for me to ask you out and tell you I want to be with you and you tell me you aren't ready for a relationship! You're toying with me and I'm over it I'm leaving if you're going to continue to try and fuck me then lose my number."

Makki finally walking out of the door his head held high as tears stream down his face. Biting his down on his bottom lip to stop the sobs from making its way past his lips. Speed walking down the road and turning the corner to his house as he quietly wept to himself.

Entering his house and taking off his clothes as soon as he got in his room heading straight for the shower. Turning on his playlist after texting Oikawa that he did it, turning on the do not disturb for the rest of the night.

Taking time to himself the entire night doing a face mask and whitening his teeth while he finished remaining homework. Finally laying down and coming to the realization that he would never get Matsukawa the way he wanted and felt he needed. Crying for a few hours before falling asleep for the night wishing the boy would let him love him the way he wanted. His worries all going away in that moment waiting to sneak up on him the next morning.

#noyas.works #haikyuu!!#haikyuu ships #haikyuu angst #hanamaki takahiro #takahiro hanamaki #matsukawa issei #issei matsukawa #hanamaki x matsukawa #matsukawa x hanamaki #matsuhana #hanamatsu

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voidcat · 4 years ago

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– Stardust

Characters: Oikawa Tooru/You

Genre: fluff/comfort, heart to heart on reader’s part (questioning your place in the universe and all)

Summary: Sleep does not come some nights when it gets loud inside your head. Pebbles thrown at your window feels something out of movies. Oikawa Tooru being the one to do feels unreal. So you do what everyone does in dreams, is this a dream?, and follow his lead.

Word Count: 4.3k (i poured my heart out pls respond)

A/N: I didn’t write it with a song in mind but Kimochi Warui (When? When? When? When? When? When? When?) sounded fitting while proofreading. Take it as a suggestion if you want. – ao3 - PART 2

It’s late.

Too late to still be up. Too late to be thinking like this.

Too late to be up, awake, vibrating with all these overwhelming thoughts filling your head, wanting to break free, scratching the inside of your skull like feral animals, dying to get out.

It’s late and you keep lying down just like that. Hands clasped over your stomach, eyes locked onto the ceiling, trying not to think, keeping your mind blank like a newly bought sketchbook.

You lie like that for seconds feeling like hours and hours feeling like seconds.

You lie awake, the dim moon light entering your room lazily. All too familiar thoughts plaguing your mind, telling things you’ve known since childhood over and over and over until you grow numb to the noise.

Tck.

You consider checking the time but you’re afraid it’ll still be too early for the new day to start.

Tck.

Was that an actual sound or the newest trick of your mind?

Tck.

They say third time is the charm. Third time also means it’s too much of a specific occurrence to be a coincidence. The noise seems to be coming from outside, something small hitting your window.

Irritation and curiosity taking over you at last, not to mention boredom, you make way to the window and open it.

You see Oikawa Tooru of all people waving with his phone at you, a little aggressively.

Walking back to your nightstand and picking up your phone, you receive a message.

>[Does your folks wake up early?]

>[Or check up on you first thing in the morning?]

[No. why?] Hitting the send button you wait, walking back there and looking at him again. Face lightened by the glow of his phone, you can make up his eyes and nose.

>[Wear something warm.]

>[And make that spicy tea thingy you like so much if you want.]

>[I’m waiting by the door.]

Weird is seeing Oikawa Tooru under your window at an hour no one else is awake. Him telling you to get dressed and come outside? That’s creepy and worrying.

[Why]

>[I’m doing you a favor out of the goodness of my heart for once.] You want to roll your eyes at that. Since when does he know what being good means? Towards you especially.

>[No shady business, I promise.]

>[Trust me.]

As if knowing what went in your mind, these texts show up on your screen. You come to a halt.

Your relationship with Oikawa was never good. You would ignore one another on the good days and be utterly destructive and spiteful on the bad days. He never gave you a reason or made a gesture to earn your trust, you don’t even recall hearing those words from him much. They are reserved for Iwaizumi and the team only.

So why do you find yourself in a dilemma, as if there’s something to choose, a decision to make? Because the logical thing for you to do, the in-character thing for you to do, is to say no, go back to bed and hope to fall asleep at some point. The usual set of action for you is to refuse whatever he has to offer and go back to your own thing.

But you’re done with the logical and the in-character. So you send a quick [I’ll be down in 5.], make way to prepare something warm first and change your clothes as you wait for it to heat up. A sweatshirt should be enough.

Being too lazy and out-of-it to function once in a while pays, because instead of having to brew the tea and wait for a long while, you just heat up the already brewed and stashed one and pour it to your thermos.

Silently opening the door and getting out, you see Oikawa leaning against the wall.

He walks away when he sees you, you follow without a word. Soon enough you’re met with a car. Since when he has a car?

Wait, no. Don’t ask, don’t wait for an answer. Don’t look at the stupid car, don’t examine it. It is a dream after all, right? What’s the point in observing things when you’ll forget about them first thing in the morning?

Following his lead, you get inside the passenger seat, hear him start the engine, watch his hand reach for the stereo. A low hum arise.

It sounds like he picked a channel on random, the music isn’t bad per se, the volume is down. So it doesn’t exactly bother you either. Getting comfortable in your seat and resting your head against the window, you watch the blur of images go by.

There is no moon tonight, the only source of light is the street lamps coming into view and leaving as fast. Houses, buildings, trees, everything belonging to the day pass by in a fog and smear of colors. Almost like a quick brush of oil paint. It’s calming in a quiet before the thunderstorm kind of way.

As the road goes under the wheels, less and less houses come in to your view.

“Where to?”

Oikawa gives you a quick glance. He almost looks surprised to see you speak. Did he just assume you’d stay quiet all night?

“You’ll see.” His tone doesn’t match his face.

“What’s the meaning of it?”

“Consider it a favor.” This marks the end of your short lived conversation.

You don’t need to recognize the road he takes to understand he’s driving out of town, out of Miyagi. The why of it keeps floating in your head, you can’t apply the ‘it’s a dream’ tactic any more either, you are too awake for that, in both senses.

Turning your attention back on the sidelines, you let your mind wander off to meaningless assumptions.

A light behind the trees, you imagine a lonely night creature, lurking around to find his lost love.

You spot an animal you can’t identify and make up a story about an once-successful maiden, falling fool to a wicked spell.

You look at the trees and imagine nature coming to life in humanoid form, mutating and taking its revenge on human race.

Hearing a ribbit nearby and you recall the time your mother read you the Princess and the Frog years ago.

You turn left to look at Oikawa. Finding your phone inside your pocket and raising it in a show-and-tell manner, you wait for him to take notice and turn off the stereo. You press play.

Satie’s Once Upon A Time In Paris fills the air.

You note the relaxation in his shoulders. You let the melody take over your body as well.

Closing your eyes and holding your hands in the air, you can see the keys in front of you.

Hitting the keys one by one, reaching for the pedal, you can feel it flow through you. Head moving on its own, dancing with the melody, Gymnopedie no.1 as calm and serene as ever. Simple like a short quote on love from a poet.

It ends silently, Gnossienne no.3 enters with much more emotion.

It’s almost comical how many times you’ve played this exact piece but almost never listened to others playing. It sounds like you in some ways, some tints and emphasis different than how you’d play but that’s all you got right now.

You don’t need to break out of the music’s hold or open your eyes to catch Oikawa’s gaze on you once in a while. You went through all this before on so many occasions. Be it on public transportation and a piece you connect with comes on, you can’t stop your fingers from trying to play it on air, making keys out of nitrogen and oxygen in the air. Your body starting to move on its own after a while. Strangers giving you funny looks all the while.

The notes gain meaning and heaviness, hanging in the air and making way for the following ones as fast.

When the B bemols come, you can feel a stinging feeling in your eyes.

Since when does Gnossienne no.3 make you want to cry? Why now of all times?

You don’t care, you don’t want the answers, you don’t want to understand or reach a new level of understanding within yourself. Just shutting yourself out completely and taking in all the music with a deep breathe, you lean back as far as you can into the seat.

Gnossienne no.4 starts and your hands no longer itch to play.

When Oikawa pulls up at last, the music has long ended.

Getting off with your thermos in one hand, you look around.

Not a single building, a sign of life in sight. Where the hell did he bring you?

You can see his figure searching for something in the back seat, some shuffling reaches your ear. You look at the few and far between trees in the distance. It is a dead night. Not even wind, not even some comical tumbleweeds are in sight to add some motion. Time has stopped completely.

You don’t realize Oikawa’s signals for the second time that night, just as you didn’t hear him throwing pebbles at your window.

Noticing the loud thud, as him patting the hood of his car a little too late, only when he starts to get loud, you look back up. He’s sitting there, patting the space next to him, the gesture all too familiar.

Your mind wanders back to the moments you’d do the same, asking your cat to come sit with you, listen to you ramble, maybe purr for you, hear your sobs or meow at your antics. Tilting your hand with her head, bumping your legs with her tail. Those moments painted golden, filtered with a gray film, already gone, leaving nothing but a sharp pain in your chest.

You climb and sit, careful not to have any physical contact with him.

“Why are we here?” you try one last time.

“I didn’t want to be alone.” He says. Nodding your head at that, you’re not exactly surprised. The way he always surrounds himself with people, no matter the proximity and bond he shares with them.

He answered a question, maybe he can answer few more before I drive him to the limit, you think. “Why me?” This nags at your brain more than any other current question you have for him.

“It seemed fitting.”

“Why not Hajime or Makki, or even Mattsun?”

“Iwa-chan has come on little trips such as this with me before. I didn’t want to drag him tonight. Asking anyone else I’m close with didn’t sound like a good idea. And frankly? You seemed like you could use a break like this today.”

Observant prick.

“So, what exactly? We share one cozy moment tonight and return to our daily selves of hating one another in the morning?” His silence is a yes enough. “Sure, sounds good then.”

After the little conversation, you are back examining the surroundings, the comforting stillness in the air, the silence, the emptiness and the blackness of it all.

It gets boring after a while. Not wanting to disturb Oikawa further and at a loss of what else to do in the middle of nowhere, you look up at last.

Oh.

You forget to breathe for a few seconds. And that doesn’t even seem to be a problem in your eyes.

Has he done this before? How long has he been going out at ungodly hours for this?

You knew Oikawa Tooru was obsessed with space and aliens, thanks to Iwaizumi, but you never expected it to be on a more serious, in-depth level. Not like this.

Never like this.

Billions of stars hanging in the night sky, most millions of years old, blinking from a long gone past, probably dead in their current time.

A calm breeze washing over your wholly, reminding you just how small you are, your life is and how it is all okay because in the big picture you’re all nothing but dust. Destined to be forgotten by history in few centuries, if not decades.

Seeing all these stars, colorful lights what you hope are planets, an arm of the Milky Way, flowing like a waterfall and you feel a sense of security you haven’t felt in a while.

There is something comforting about the night sky, the way it can show you your unimportance in the big picture, your place in all this. You feel whole with the universe. You belong.

So you look up, and up and up. Stare at the sky, blink at the stars, smile at the constellations you spot and remember their stories, the gods and the myths, the heroes and the queens…

You look back at Oikawa then. As if remembering only now that he is there by your side.

Facing the sky in a manner just like yours, you can see the stars on his face. Shining on his hair, cheeks and in his eyes. Almost like stardust.

He looks ethereal, unreachable, enchanting. And a little vulnerable. All that tension, layers of masks he puts on each day, all the fake smiles and empty look in his eyes are gone.

Raw and pure.

This is the truest of Oikawa you’ve ever seen.

The admiration can be read from his eyes. His face holding an emotion you’ve seen on him once or twice. Not intense like this, never like this. You’ve seen the same look on him for Iwaizumi but only for a second, when he’s sure no one is watching.

With the same eyes, he watches the starry night sky.

He looks like he belongs up there. Not in a “be an astronaut and go to space” but in a “should be there, amongst the stars, his memory up there, to be remembered by everyone gazing upon the starry night. Like a constellation, become a constellation, a legend and a story, and so much more, just like Orion and Andromeda.”

This is the closest to Oikawa Tooru you’ve ever been. The thought gives you a shiver.

Seeming to notice that, he gives you a puzzled look and raises his right arm. You realize the blanket around his form then. He’s making an offer.

“Don’t worry, three people can fit in easily, it’s wide enough for the both of us.” When his face turned to you, it’s dark, no source of light to reflect on his skin.

You scoot over to him, under the blanket. The two of you refocus back on the scene above you.

Remembering the little mug inside your front pocket, you open the lid of your thermos and start pouring some tea, the steam leaving a little trail behind. You hold out the mug to Oikawa, he just looks at you, the confusion clear on his face.

Why are you offering me the tea you brought for yourself?

What makes you think I’d trust you enough to taste something you made?

“We said tonight was our little secret, right? I can use the cap as a mug, don’t worry.”

Your words and clarification seems to convince him somewhat, holding the mug with both hands, he smells it before taking a sip.

Silence falls over again and it’s much nicer this time.

Not even the coldness can get to you or pull you out of the warm embrace you’re in. The warmth around your shoulders, more provided by the idea of the blanket than the blanket itself. Like a thin veil, separating the real world from your little bubble of escape.

It’s new moon, no reflecting lunar light to block your view of stars. Sitting under the tent of black, blue, white and red; it feels divine. Divine to live in the moment, to truly breathe, to witness something so enthralling and forever.

To stand by yourself, stripped bare of everything; your layers, titles, names and ticks, clothes and paints, to be a newborn again, to reborn again, all alone, in an endless room, empty and cold, filled with stars and gods, stories to tell and dreams to see.

To feel whole again, alone again, hopeless again but reach a self-realization again, to taste nectar and discover the secrets of the universe, converse with the long gone philosophers and waltz with supernovas.

You’re not alone. Not completely.

Maybe left alone with your thoughts in this dead land and you know how one can never have company in their own mind, forever trapped alone. Yet in that moment, you’re not alone. Moving your head to steal a glance at the boy next to you again, you understand it well. It all happens so fast.

“Isn’t it ironic? How as humans we use a word like ‘star’ for untouchable celebrities, important people and such while in reality stars are nothing but these giant balls of plasma-“ gesturing a ball with your hands now, thermos sitting between your legs, “-with their ongoing chemical reactions, sputtering molecules of hydrogen and helium and all, until they come to an end with their current phase of life. If you can call that life.” You say all these with your eyes locked onto the stars, Oikawa’s locked on you. You keep going.

“Speaking of life, what is even life? Aren’t we just a bunch of organic components somehow managing to come together, build a system and gain conscious somehow? Just trying to survive until an outer force comes or our cells come off? Isn’t it technically our cells living, in a way?”

“Aren’t we just piles of protein just walking around and doing things that make no sense but to us? Until we come to an end with our current phase of life? Doing what we see fit or fun or appropriate until it all ends.” It’s not a question any more. He doesn’t give you an answer.

“Aren’t we all children of the stars in a different point of view? All our molecules and elements coming from them. I mean, look at them. We see them blinking and smirking and smiling at us but for all we know they could’ve ended long ago. They could’ve become part of a new life for all we know. They break down and give birth to us, pieces of us; and in return we go back to them when we are gone. Despite being made of stardust, we live pretty shit lives huh?” You give him a lopsided smile, facing him as you say your last words.

“Is that what you’ve been thinking this whole time?” he replies.

“For far too long to pinpoint an exact date actually.” You almost say in a singsong voice. He frowns at that slightly.

“But I am right! Right? I mean, you’re a space nerd! You must know what I’m talking about.”

“Understanding and putting it into words in such a depressing way are two different things.”

Pouting at that, you look the opposite direction sharply. “Whatever, I know I am right.”

His gaze is still on you. “Is that what you’re like most of the time? I don’t get how Iwa-chan deals with you.” He must be shaking his head now.

“Iwa-chan can’t read minds last time I checked.” You deadpan.

His laugh fills the air at that. Light and lively, carefree; you doubt you’ve heard him laugh before. It sounds wonderful.

You wonder how things would’ve been between you and Oikawa, if the circumstances were different. If you never met Iwaizumi that day, would your paths still cross? Would you finish your Aoba Johsai years never meeting him?

Would you meet Oikawa on your own? Could you ever be friends, instead of dancing around one another and spitting out insults whenever you can? Would you like him in another world? Value his friendship, the person he is? Would the two of you have met before or become something more?

All these unanswered questions hanging in the air and you find yourself looking at him again.

His smile looks different now, he looks different, changed. Almost breathtaking. Is that what Iwaizumi means by his ‘fake smiles’?

A honest smile looks good on him.

You find yourself smiling back.

“Hey.” He nudges your shoulder with his. “If you still want to complain about the meaningless of life and all that, be my guest. I promise I won’t listen.”

Taken aback by his wording, you give him a confused look.

“Tonight doesn’t exist, remember?”

“…Right.” You decide to lean back and lie under the stars.

Feeling a tug at the blanket after a while, you see him placing the mug down next to the tire. You hand him your thermos as he regains his composure, he complies silently and leans back when he’s done.

All there is in the air is your faint breathing now. Never matching one another, sometimes loud, sometimes ghostly. There is no rhythm, no adjusting subconsciously. Completely independent.

You take a deep breath and start.

“It feels grey most of the time. Not in a ‘there’s never two sides, everything is grey, blah blah.’ But more like a numbness of grey.”

He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t do anything, nothing to show or to indicate that he is listening. You continue talking.

“Like lacking all color and feeling in life, blocking all there is to see and enjoy and I am left with nothing but… grey.

Grey to the point of everything is filtered, there are no boundaries, it all feels the same, plays the same and I am afraid. I am afraid of hurting. Hurting myself, being hurt myself and hurting the ones around me. Not the ones I love, I don’t even know love. What is love?” You turn to look at him.

“I tried thinking about it, reading about it, understanding it on a chemical and hormonal way. Consulted mathematics and never got an answer. It feels made up, a fairy tale to feel better, to attach ourselves to one another.

I fear I came across love and didn’t notice it, I fear I brushed it off for something else and now it’s too late.”

With each pause, it gets easier to speak, harder to talk. Finding the right words, using your vocal chords, moving your tongue, writing your sentences in your mind. You don’t feel the tears gathering around your eyes or going down your cheeks. You wait for the robot title, to be called heartless and how you have a rock in your chest. They never come.

“Do you really fear of hurting him?” There’s no doubt he is talking about Iwaizumi.

“I don’t know.”

“But you care for him.”

“I don’t know.”

“Think before you answer.” He says then, voice stern.

“I think I care for him but I fear I will ruin him.”

The unspoken ‘how so?’ is in the air.

“I feel grey to the point of dust and decay. I fear everything I touch either drives away from me or decays. I don’t want to lose him. I think I care for him. But I don’t want to watch him stay by my side and crumble one by one.

I don’t want to go from grey to blue.”

“Doesn’t he make you happy? I’ve seen genuine smiles on you when you’re with him. You almost light up when he enter a room or sits beside you.”

“What’s the point of happiness if it’s dependent on one person? It is not fair to either parties.”

He starts tsking. “Too many don’ts for that age. You’ll end up with wrinkles before your thirties.”

He stops prying after that.

The air begins to grow colder, a little breeze picks up.

The stars are as cold as ever, blinking diamonds in the sky.

You swear you see the arm of Milky Way coming into motion, flowing like a stream.

For what feels like an hour, it is quiescent. You decide to break it one last time.

“Speaking of stars, you and Iwaizumi are like neutron stars. Can be found alone or orbiting one another, chasing after each other, forever together and merged at last. Both stars on your own but as captivating when together.”

The hour taking its toll on you, your senses grow duller. You can’t hear his breathing without focusing, even the stars are getting blurry.

“Then you’re like a black dwarf.” Oikawa speaks up. “Because you feel unreal most of the time.”

You both fall back into silence. You don’t ask him if he meant it as a compliment and he doesn’t answer.

You don’t need to know which way he meant, in a way, you already know the response to that.

Tonight isn’t real. It’ll cease to exist in a few hours and you let these rare moments sink in. Probably the closest you’ll ever be to Oikawa Tooru, closest see him like this. It almost feels familiar, like you’ve done this before, went on stargazing with him and opened your heart out to him. It feels like a dream, A Midsummer Night’s Dream. You chuckle at your attempt of a joke lightly.

It is serene around the two of you and in your mind. A placidity you haven’t had without the help of a distraction in a long while.

“Thanks Tooru.”

His name falls out of your lips like you use it on the daily. Like the comforting shuffle of a worn out sweater as you put it on, the chirping of this family of birds living by your house for decades, the warm meow of your cat when you’re headed to bed. It sounds natural.

Scooting closer to him until your head rests on his chest. He just wraps his arm around you, pulling you further. Not a single word on your way of addressing him. And not a word from you on his way of holding you.

The moment will cease to exist in the morning, along with your confessions and the blinking lights of the stars. In a few hours it’ll no longer be real. So you decide to give it a shot at being close to him in all senses, share something the two of you will never have. Wrapping your arm around his torso, listening closely to his heart. Your head under his chin, his hand atop yours, you fall asleep until the sun comes.

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kozumekenza · 4 years ago

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Saudade: 8.5 See You Again Pt. 2

Kageyama x Reader Social Media AU

Status: ongoing

TW: swearing, might be some nsfw jokes?

Taglist: open! (send an ask to be added)

masterlist for this smau here!

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saudade: a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; “the love that remains”

Y/N Oikawa, Toru Oikawa’s baby sister, manager of the Aoba Johsai Volleyball Club, stand-in libero, spiker, blocker, setter, and Tobio “The King of the Court” Kageyama’s former best friend. After Kageyama replaces your childhood friendship with volleyball, you vow to forget all about him. However, you forget three very important things: 1.) You won’t be able to avoid Kageyama forever 2.) Kageyama wants you back in his life and 3.) Tobio Kageyama will do anything to get what he wants.

Y/n’s texts are in light mode, Kageyama’s are in dark mode!

a/n: not super thrilled with how this part turned out, but whatever 🤷🏻‍♀️ I hope you all are having a wonderful day, thank you for reading💖

You weren’t thrilled about the game today, even though Kio spent hours last night and this morning reassuring you that everything was going to be okay. You opened up more about your failed friendship with Kageyama, even going as far as telling Kio your recent feelings about rekindling your old friendship. Kio, in his blunt way of telling you things, suggesting talking to Kageyama at the game, which you immediately shot down. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to speak to him, you just didn’t know how to. Because really, how do you go up to someone you haven’t talked to in years and suggest becoming friends again, especially after shutting them down? How do you bridge the gap in those years where you didn’t dare speak a word to each other? How do you tell someone that you missed them and were afraid you would never be a part of their life again? How do you even get back into their life to begin with?

It was all too much for you to ponder, especially with today’s game. Toru was being uncharacteristically nice, and Iwa of all people even suggested dinner after the game. You guessed they were worried that this game would be a repeat of the last one, but who the hell knew what was going on in their heads?

You followed Toru into the gym, glad that this game was at least on your home turf. If it really came down to it, you could hide in the club room or even walk home. You were also thankful for the fact that Karasuno wouldn’t be arriving for at least another thirty minutes, giving you time to get settled and ready for the game.

You pulled your phone out, smiling when you saw a text from Kio. You didn’t know when his game was today, but you figured it was earlier this morning, as most Sunday games were early. This game was an exception, as the coaches apparently wanted an afternoon game instead. You typed out a quick reply, mentally noting to ask Kio how his game went later.

Toru came by and scolded you for being on your phone instead of filling water bottles like a “good manager”. You simple rolled your eyes and chucked a ball at him, huffing as you grabbed the bottles. Twenty minutes passed as you finished your pre-game prep, and soon Karasuno arrived. You snuck away to the club room, avoiding giving Kageyama time to catch you before the game. You sent a quick text to Kio, asking how his game went, before Toru found you hiding and dragged you to the gym.

The first set passed quickly, with Karasuno taking it. Toru was starting to get annoyed, and you had to shake him around a bit before the next set began. You checked your phone for a reply from Kio, but saw that there wasn’t one. Weird. He normally replied right away. It had been an hour since your last text. You send a quick “hope you’re having a good day!” before putting your phone away and prepping for the next set.

The second set went to Aoba Johsai, thankfully cheering up Toru a bit. It didn’t last long, however, as Karasuno stole the last one as well. You sighed, knowing this was going to result in another mess for you to clean up. Whenever he lost, Toru always got moody, which meant all your attention was focused on him, to prevent anyone provoking him. This also meant that you were stuck in the gym with the boys, and couldn’t hide in the club room to avoid Kageyama like you originally planned.

You did have to admit that he played incredibly well today, better than last time. He must’ve gotten over your harsh rejection. You glanced his way as you refilled water bottles, seeing him already looking at you. Shit. You quickly returned to your task, cheeks heating. Why did he have to be so cute? Wait. What the fuck. Stop. No. I do not think he’s cute. You shook your head, hoping that might get the thoughts out of your head. You looked back over, but he wasn’t there. Fuck. Was he going to try to talk to you again? You glanced around. Wait, over there. He was with Shoyo, thank god.

Finally, the teams stopped mingling and got ready to leave. Toru was still his moody self, telling Iwa that he didn’t want to go to dinner because he was just so sad. You rolled your eyes at that. Great, now he’s gonna barge into my room, beg for attention, and make me listen to his sad music with him. Hopefully you could get out of his usual five hour “post-loss self-care” routine, but you doubted it.

You began to pack your things, mentally noting that Kageyama hadn’t approached you at all today. You weren’t quite sure how to feel about it. And what was with Kio not responding? You still hadn’t heard from him. You shot him another text before meeting up with Toru to begin the short walk home.

Kageyama and Kio not talking to you? Weird.

8.0 Game Time! Pt. 2 - 8.5 See You Again Pt. 2 - 9.0 Sad Boi Hours

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FUN FACTS:

Kageyama wanted to approach y/n, but ultimately decided not to.

Oikawa’s post-loss self-care routine consists of sad music, a bath, face masks, a manicure, movie marathon, making tiktoks, and baking.

Iwa is fed up with Oikawa’s moodiness and bullied him for rescinding his dinner invite.

Kageyama is happy about the win, but not perfectly content because he didn’t get to talk to y/n.

Y/n is worried that Kio is mad at her. (poor bb🥺)

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letshaikyuu · 4 years ago

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𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚢𝚘 // 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝙸𝙸

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𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷.𝟻𝚔

Despite spending a full day in whatever scenario you were in and experiencing yesterday, you look around your ‘room’, still confused as ever. Were you really in a game? A game, like the ones you play on your phone for shits and giggles? That kind of game? Well, shit. You look around your room. It really looked like your typical otome game room – a pastel colored wall with posters of unknown anime and idol groups plastered on it, a simple window with a tiny plant and curtains that could hardly keep out the vibrant sunshine invading your room. It was already morning.

ding!

Flinching at the sudden noise, you look around and see your cellphone, the screen bright and colorful, indicating a new message on it. Looking closely, you see not one, but several new notifications on it. But, what caught your eye first were the large letters above all of them – Day 2. What?

“Are my days numbered or something?” You ask yourself, evident anxiety and fear lacing your voice. What would happen if you didn’t fulfill the tasks needed or don’t end up in a relationship with anyone of the possible characters? You closed your eyes, trying to remember the outcome of otome games you had played prior to this one, but it’s as if that information was nonexistent and unreachable.

Your hands shake as you open the next notification: new character! Oikawa Tooru.

And there, on your screen, was the same boy from yesterday. You could never forget a face like this one; curly brown hair that seemed to effortlessly fall and shine, dark brown eyes that are glinting with slight mischievousness, but keep pulling you in and making it hard not to get flustered at the mere sight of it – “was I this flustered when I stumbled upon him yesterday,” you ask yourself as you lay a hand on your heated cheek.

Clicking on his profile, you see a bar – a progress bar to be exact. Not even half full, but still shining brightly as it shows how much progress you’ve made with said character – 30%. Somewhere around the 80% mark there was a star and below the bar, an explanation:

‘Progress report! This page shows your progress with each met character. Your decisions affect your relationship with each character. Fill the bar to 80% and more to, ultimately end with said character! Remember – you cannot better one relationship without it having a bad effect on the other two!’

You sigh, throwing the phone on the bed and falling back onto it. Staring at the white ceiling above, you try to figure out why only Oikawa showed up. Wasn’t there a second person with him? Iwa-chan, ye, that was his name. Why isn’t he a potential love interest? Didn’t you interact with both of them enough to have a decent enough relationship with both and not just Oikawa? Yeah, game’s never let hot side characters be an option, and that has and always will suck.

ding!

Another notification? You think to yourself, grabbing the phone and seeing another new notification – but, this time, it was something completely new. Skip school or go to class?

“You have got to be kidding me,” you groan and glare at the screen, but the choices remain the same. Was this what they meant with the bolded lettering in the progress report? Neither option was completely perfect. Maybe focusing solely on Oikawa and progressing your relationship with him only would make things easier, but maybe the game didn’t want that. And, who knows, maybe you’re making the right decision with your final choice: skip school.

It happened suddenly. Transporting from your room to a crowded street. Where were you?

Looking around, you notice numerous shops and restaurants lining up on your left, but there was a blinding light in front of a specific coffee shop. You figured no one else could see it because they simply passed right over it, without giving it a single glance – am I supposed to go there?

You try opening the door to the shop on your immediate left, only to find it completely jammed. Same with the next shop, and the one after that. What made it even more confusing was the fact that other people could normally enter them, unlike you. “Sorry,” you mumble out your nth apology of the minute, moving to let other people pass and enter the shop. Your feet slowly moved to the coffee shop, stepping into the shining, bright light; and, suddenly, the door opened in front of you.

The interior of the coffee shop was anything but special. It looked like your everyday coffee shop, with a handful of customers circling around or chit chatting at the tables and counters. Were you supposed to buy some coffee? Your thoughts were rudely interrupted by some steaming hot content that happened to find its way onto your clothing. Oh boy, did it burn.

“Oh shit!” Well, there’s the culprit. “Nice going Bakageyama! Look what you’ve done!” And, there’s another one.

You swallow the stream of curse words threatening to spill out of your mouth and look up at the person who spilled their coffee all over you. Oh, oh.

In front of you was a very, very, handsome looking teen (he looks younger than that Oikawa dude from yesterday, you note down) and despite the fact that he was the one at fault here, having spilled his coffee on you, he looked way more irritated than you. There was a deep scowl decorating his features that seemed very sharp as it is, but the glare and scowl somehow, weirdly, suited him. What caught your eyes were the piercing blue pair looking at your own. Hello, Bakageyama.

“I’m so sorry! No, wait!” It was only then that you noticed his friend beside him, a lot shorter than this guy, but with very vibrant hair. He bowed at first, apologizing for what his friend did and then, as if realizing the inconsistency, shot up and roughly pushed the other guy’s back into a bow. “Hey-““We’re really sorry for ruining your shirt!”

“Uhm..,” you mutter out, not knowing exactly how to respond. “It’s okay. I, uhm, I wasn’t looking where I was going either, so it’s kind of my fault as well.” You rub the back of your neck, face flushed as the two teens straightened. The sticky, wet feeling of cold coffee damping your shit and sticking your shirt to your skin was everything but pleasant, but you felt the inability to go back home and change. What do you need to do here?

“Oh, shi- Kageyama, we’re so late for morning practice!” The bright, orange-haired guy exclaimed – rather loudly, if you might say so yourself – and made a quick dash towards the entrance. “Hurry it up!” „Hold on, dumbass,” the taller of the duo, still holding onto his only third-full coffee cup, snapped back and sighed, eyes glancing downwards to your soaked front. He placed the dirty cup on the nearest table and started unzipping and taking of his jacket, face sporting a fiery red blush.

“W-what are you doing?” You stutter out, face flaming as well. The guy shoves the jacket in front of you, waiting for you to take it. “Just...take this.” His eyes were everywhere yours weren’t, dancing across the whole interior of the coffee shop. “I’m...this is for me spilling coffee all over you, so just take it.” Now, it really did feel like your typical ‘this or that’. Take the jacket or don’t take the jacket.

“T-Thank you,” you shyly say as you take the black jacket from him. He runs off shortly after, leaving behind something between a grunt and a ‘hello’, but you’ll take it. You put on the jacket that was clearly tailored for someone of his size and built, but it did the job perfectly. The jacket smelt divine as well, there was no denying that and it was warm due to being worn for a while by the guy. Wait a minute? What was his name?

And, just like that, the coffee shop felt irrelevant. You, thankfully, remembered the way back to your house – or was it just a room? You didn’t really notice – and made your way into the bedroom. And, once plopping onto the bed, you receive a few, new notifications on your phone.

‘new message from: Oikawa Tooru’

- Where were you at school today? The teachers were pretty upset with me for not paying more attention to you...I don’t know what their problem is sent 10:34pm

- I’m sorry...didn’t feel well sent 10:36pm

‘Progress report! Relationship with Oikawa Tooru: 30% > 20%’

‘new character! Kageyama Tobio’

‘Progress report! Relationship with Kageyama Tobio: 30%’

You couldn’t stop the small smile dancing on your lips as you look through Kageyama’s character profile; he looked cute even on screen. Maybe skipping school was worth it, you did meet your ‘second option’.

“Now, we just wait for the third,” you murmur out, abruptly feeling drained as you snuggle under the bed covers. It didn’t feel long when your phone chimed again:

Day 3.

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haikyuu-imagines-and-others · 6 years ago

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Hi! Can I request a scenario of Akaashi/Kuroo/Iwa with the 7 minute in heaven thing? Thank youuu!!! I love your writing!

Hi hi!! Of course love!!! And thank you so much :D I always love hearing from you guys if you enjoy what’s being posted! Thanks for the request! - Admin Satori

Akaashi Keiji: 7 Minutes in Heaven

He looked so…. bored? Disinterested…. Well, that was generally his expression even in his most joyous of times, so you knew better than to automatically assume he wasn’t having a good time…

Akaashi was untouchable - you knew. Every girl, and guy, that tried to steal his heart ended up breaking their own. Not even by his own hand - They’d break their own heart after being silently rejected or even politely let down. Why didn’t he want anyone that tried?

If a legion of pretty girls, and cute guys, didn’t stand up to his scrutiny…. What hope did you have??

“He’d be lucky to have you.” Kenma voiced from beside you, sensing your thoughts being on the same guy they’d been on since you’d first seen him. “You’re freaking out too much.”

You’d been friends with Kenma in high school - met Akaashi through Bokuto and Kuroo’s friendship… It was love at first sight for you! You glanced over at Kenma, who hadn’t even lifted his eyes from his phone to actually talk to you, “It’s like we’re strangers, Kenma.”

He rolled his eyes without ceremony, “Then pine.”

Harsh. But accurate.

That’s why you joined the bottle game, to help forget your feelings for Akaashi for at least tonight - you wanted to have fun with your friends, and you were going to whether he was there and enjoying himself or not. Kenma decided he’d had enough social interaction for the evening, so he didn’t join the game with you - settling on the couch and curling into his mobile game. He’d even brought his charger if the battery got too close to dying.

“Name of the game is 7 Minutes in Heaven!” Terushima smirked from the ‘point’ of the group, having thought of the game when Mai had come in with some of her college friends. This party was lacking some excitement and what was better than spending time in a dark closet with a total stranger?

“Isn’t that just the groping version of spin the bottle?” Futakuchi voiced from the opposite side of the circle, glancing around at his possible options; His eyes met yours for a brief second before scanning the others.

Akaashi sat almost directly across from you, still looking generally disinterested as he watched Terushima start off the game. “Well, yeah, but this party needs a little more…. Life to it.”

“Please no getting your jollies off in the closet,” The tired groan in Ennoshita’s voice had you snickering quietly, watching as the bottle slowly pointed to one of Mai’s friends. “I’m serious, Yuuji, don’t you do it!”

But the pierced young man simply waved off the mother hen of the group, “It’s 7 minutes, man - it would take me at least 21 to do that.” He led the girl into the closet, but stopped as you voiced your question.

“Why specifically 21?”

Terushima smirked as he slowly closed the door of the closet, “The anticipation of getting landed on 2 more times? Being denied until then?” He winked at you, though he didn’t get to close the door before he was being pushed out of the way.

“If that’s what you’re looking for, spin again.” The girl called behind her as he headed towards the kitchen for a drink.

“Well damn…” Was all he could mutter as he took his seat at the group again. The laughter that responded from the immediate rejection was loud, Tanaka and Yamamoto being the loudest. “What an insane smack down, what the fuck…” Terushima poked at his own embarrassment with a red cheeked smile.

“God I hope I don’t get stuck with you.” You teased the freshly dyed blond, laughing when he gave you a sour look. “I’ll go next!” You bravely offered, reaching forward and spinning the bottle. “Not Yuuji, not Yuuji…”

Nishinoya chanted with you, deciding to poke fun at the eccentric young man, “Not Yuuji! Literally anyone else in the world than Yuuji!” Terushima whined unintelligibly before shoving his shoulder against Nishinoya’s, nearly sending the short guy flying across the room.

The bottle slowed to a snails pace, clicking against the wood floor as it came to a stop. You followed its point to the slowly unfolding legs of the very guy you’d been playing to forget.

Akaashi raised an eyebrow at you, nodding towards the closet, “I won’t be gross like Yuuji.” Was his simple promise, his lips quirking into a just barely recognizable smile.

“You guys are fucking rude!” Terushima almost wailed, but the smile on his face clearly showed the entertainment his own rejection was giving him.

“Swear on it?” You teased as you slowly stood, walking towards where Akaashi stood at the closet door, patiently waiting for you to enter first. He nodded silently, and your shaky hand took his offered cool one as you walked through the doorway. The door closed as he followed after you and internally you felt like the closet was closing in on the two of you - why did it feel so cramped in here?

Then there was silence. You stood beside him, facing the closed door, hand still in his … You thought you’d feel more awkward, you thought the general stranger-feel you had with each other would make this entire event kind of…. Weird.

But it felt… Natural? Almost. His fingers slowly laced with yours, not a trace of hesitance in their movement, ��I’m glad it landed on me…” His voice was soft, calm, it blended with the muted light of the closet. You glanced over at his silhouette, seeing the lines of light from the closet door being projected onto his soft smile. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you all night..”

You frowned, holding his hand still as you turned to face him a bit better. He followed your movements, seeing your furrowed eyebrows in the limited projected light - did he upset you? Did you not want to be here with him? Before he could pull his hand from yours, you spoke, “Well?…. Why didn’t you?… “

Akaashi felt a blush heat his cheeks, it wasn’t something that happened all that often… he was generally a confident young man in everything he did because he knew what he was doing… But with you? It felt like he was floundering for any excuse to talk to you. He’d come to this party after finding out you’d be here… This spin was like a dream come true for him. “You were busy most of the night…”

Another frown, “No I wasn’t? I’ve been around here the whole time..”

His smile faltered a bit, “With Kenma, yes…. I didn’t want to interrupt your good time with him.”

Did he think you were dating your best friend? You smiled in amusement before letting your other hand take his, feeling how cold it felt compared to the one you currently held. “I’m never too busy for you, Keiji…” Confident in your movement, in your decision and understanding of his words…. Of what he really meant…. You leaned up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. Almost immediately you flushed with embarrassment, feeling as if you’d just made a complete fool of yourself.

What if he didn’t mean it like that? What if he’d been saying he just wanted to talk to you more? What if he just wanted to be a good friend of yours instead of an acquaintance?

But you didn’t have to continue to spin the drain of self-depreciation and doubt before Akaashi was leaning down and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, “I think you’re really cute… I’d like to spend more time with you, if you’d let me.”

The doors suddenly opened, light blinding the two of you - you dropped his hands to shield your eyes, “Times up~!”Atsumu chimed, “Fly’s up, get out.” You stumbled from the closet, looking behind you to see Akaashi send a quick glare to Atsumu, who only sent a sly wink his way. He seemed to linger, and while the two of you had been interrupted… That didn’t leave your heart any less erratic in your chest from his… proposal?

The choice of word sent your cheeks aflame, but you swallowed your anxiety before reaching for his hand and tugging him out of the closet, “I’d love to….” You realized how vague your acceptance sounded, and quickly went to finish what you’d meant to say, “Spend time…. With you…” You blushed deeply, your smile sheepish and sending a direct arrow through his heart as he caught sight of it.

Kuroo Tetsurou: 7 Minutes in Heaven

“So do you think you’ll end up getting him at some point tonight?”

“I don’t know… I really hope so…. Maybe you have some kind of trick up your sleeve?”

Bokuto held up his hands, showing they were empty before pulling on the hem of each of his sleeves, “Nope. I got nothing.” You sighed in rejection, disappointment playfully playing in your chest at how much he let you down, “B-but!” He quickly caught himself from failing you, “I could switch seats with him…. Maybe you can get him on the next round…”

Tilting your head, you pursed your lips and thought ‘deeply’ on the idea. It wasn’t a bad one, for sure - you’d ended up picking Bokuto for the 7 minutes in a closet challenge for the third time now… So maybe if he and Kuroo switched places…. Maybe you could finally get some time in with his best friend.

“And then if it still lands on me, I could say that I’m sitting in his spot spiritually so then he’ll have to go into the closet with you…” Bokuto offered, making you snort in amusement at how absurd his addition sounded.

You shook your head, “No, no, no.. If it lands on you again, I think that’s just the fates telling me I’ll always get second best.” The squawk to come out of him was a mix of insult and choking on air in surprise, but you could only laugh in response.

The closet doors opened, “Pull up your pants Kou, times up!” You rolled your eyes as you followed Bokuto out of the closet, sending Oikawa a sour look when he asked “Oh~ You’re a pro, ______-chan! You didn’t get your make up all smudged!”

“Pervert.”

Taking your seat beside Kiyoko, you felt a heat on your face…. Someone was staring. But when you looked up from where the bottle had been spun by Tendou, you found no one looking at you…. Had you been imagining it? When your eyes fell back on the bottle, you felt the burning once more…. Someone was definitely staring at you - but they were fast in their looking away….

You didn’t even have a chance to ask your question, sneakily, to Kiyoko before she was nodding, “Yes, he’s staring at you.” You gave her a surprised look to which she only waved you off, “He’s not subtle about it, you’re just slow.”

A pout formed on your lips at her playful zing, “I can’t believe I’m friends with such a bully.”

The game continued. You sat patiently, chatting with Kiyoko and Asahi - finding her sureness and his… anxiety? Proved to be entertaining enough for you. You asked Asahi a few times on why he was playing the game if he was so nervous, to which he responded with “I want to overcome this awkwardness… This is a baby step.” How honorable?

Finally it was your turn… Bokuto had done what he’d said he’d do and switched seats with Kuroo when the later had gotten up for a drink. He’d even gone and played dumb when Kuroo asked why they’d switched seats. But the nerves still prickled at your skin as you reached forward and spun the bottle, watching with lip biting anticipation as it spun and spun around the group of people.

You glanced up as the bottle spun, meeting Bokuto’s wide golden eyes directly. He sent you a wink, a silent ‘i’ve got your back’, as the bottle came to a stop.

On him once more.

“For fucks sake!” Bokuto laughed at your frustration, “A fourth time? Really? Are you doing this on purpose, Kou? Did you pull that whole ‘metal and magnet’ trick?” You covered your face with your hands as you groaned.

He smiled widely, “Eh, I’ll pass this time… Hey, bro?”

“Hmm?”

“Could you do me a solid and hang out in the closet with _______ for seven minutes?”

Kuroo snorted, “Uh… Sure.. Since this would have been my turn anyway.” He smiled as he stood from his place, your heart hammering as you got to your feet. Was this really happening? Did it really just easily go like that? Why hadn’t the two of you done that earlier??

The disbelief was clearly evident on your face and was apparently hilarious to anyone watching you - and if you weren’t nervous about being in a tight space with your crush… Maybe you would have been more embarrassed about them laughing at you. But in this very moment, you felt like you were going to explode at the seams! Just the chance to be alone with Kuroo was a blessing, being alone with him in a dark and cramped space that he more or less volunteered to be in with you?? That in itself was unfathomable!

The darkness overcame the both of you as he closed the closet door behind him. Chests almost touching, you focused on not breathing all over him. You didn’t want this limited time with him to be tainted with your possibly bad breath or the horrible awkwardness of being a heavy breather. Not that you had either of those bad traits normally… But you were nervous now, anything could manifest itself.

“I think he is cheating..” Kuroo whispered, as if it were a secret, the sound of his voice sounding as if he were right beside your ear. You tilted your head up to look at him curiously, “I saw the bottle move past him once to point at me, but it went back to point at him like some kind of magic trick….” His eyes were squinted, but his tone was obviously playful.

Had he wanted to be in this closet with you?

You internally jumped for joy at the possibility, at the implication…”So this would have been our… what? Second time?” It felt incredibly hot in this tight space with him, or maybe it was just his proximity doing that to you…

Kuroo smirked, not looking directly at you in fear that his nerves would get the better of him and constrict his voice to a squeak. “Our fourth, really….” Your furrowed eyebrows had his smirk widening into a smile, “I think he’s been cheating this whole time.” He whispered once more, feeling you shiver in front of him. “Are you cold?” He asked curiously, wondering how you could be shivering when it literally felt like he was on fire.

Before you could answer, he was wrapping his arms around you, holding you close, resting his head on yours. A tight hug. A warm, tight, perfect hug… You blushed deeply and hid your face in his shoulder, “So you’re going to keep me warm with your body heat?” You smiled, and he felt it against him.

“Well, it was either this or I throw all the extra jackets in this closet on you in a horrible amalgamation of warmth and winter wear.”

You didn’t want to leave him hanging though. He jumped a bit in surprise when your arms wrapped around his middle, hands against his back and pulling him closer. “Mmm.. I like this better.” He heard you mumble into his shirt, his heart hammering in his chest at your quiet admission.

He smiled and leaned his head so he was pressing his lips against the crown of your head. “Me too…”

A gentle knock at the closet had you tilting your head a bit to be able to see who would be interrupting you this time… But they didn’t open. After a moments silence, Bokuto cracked the door enough so his voice could carry through clearly, “Pssst… Hey… Your time is up… But no one is really interested in the game anymore, so you’re in the clear.”

In the clear? To do what? Hug in a closet for the rest of the night? Not that Bokuto knew you two were hugging, but still. You snickered quietly, “Thanks, Kou - Tetsu owes ya.”

“Whoa, wait a sec-“

“Sweet, have fun guys.” Bokuto closed the closet door before Kuroo could take back the statement you so generously gave him. You laughed quietly, knowing exactly just how precious Kuroo’s I.O.U’s were.

He sighed as he stared at the closed door, shaking his head with a playful scowl on his face, “And he’s gone… Great… Now I’m going to be owing him for as long as he thinks he’s owed….”

Iwaizumi Hajime: 7 Minutes in Heaven

“I’m not playing.”

“Yes, you are~ You came to the party, you partake in the partying!”

Iwaizumi scowled at Oikawa, his eyebrows furrowed in irritation, “That’s not how any party works… At all.”

But his best friend wasn’t budging, and he crossed his arms with a proud smirk, “Well, that’s how my party is going to work. Take it or leave it, Iwa-chan!” Almost immediately Iwaizumi turned on his heel to head towards the door, “No, no, no - wait!” Oikawa rushed to grab him before he could leave completely.

Opening the door, about to stomp out into the cold in his decision to leave a party with mandatory activity, he stopped short.

“O-oh.. Hey Hajime…” You smiled, holding a box of liquor - you’d been in charge of the refreshments for the party. And you had definitely exceeded what Oikawa thought you’d come through with! “If you were going for more alcohol, don’t worry about it,” You lifted the box a bit, bringing his attention from your face to what you held, “I got it covered.”

“Let me get that for you.” Was his response. His hands found yours on either side of the box, bringing an immediate blush to your face, easily taking their place and holding the weight of the box for you. Then he was walking back into the apartment without any argument, you hot on his heels.

A smirk found its way onto Oikawa’s face, “Whaaat~? Weren’t you just about to leave, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi set the box down in the kitchen, sending a dirty look at Oikawa, one that silently told him to shut his mouth. “No, I just heard her coming up the stairs and wanted to help.” You smiled over at him before making your way to the living room where the other partygoers had already gathered to play the game Oikawa had announced. “Don’t you screw this up, Shittykawa.”

Oikawa laid a hand on his chest in faux insult, “Me? I would never mess anything up for you, best friend! I’m team Iwa-chan 24/7!” But his smile was sickly sweet and had Iwaizumi’s expression remaining unamused. “Well, come on then - let’s get you in a closet with _______.” He smiled triumphantly, proud to have you as something to leverage Iwaizumi into staying for the party games.

So the stage was finally set. You were here. You were having a great time with everyone, your smiles sending Iwaizumi’s heart erratically beating in his chest, your voice having his eyes gloss over with a dreamy look only Oikawa would recognize. And Iwaizumi was here. He was joking and enjoying his time, his almost reluctant smiles and chuckles making your heart swell happily, just his participating in the game having your fantasies running wild.

Only, this game was based on luck, truly - and you didn’t have a good track record with lady luck.

That’s how you ended up in the closet with Oikawa. Arms crossed, you stared up at him with a raised eyebrow - feeling as if he’d somehow made this happen. “Whaaat? I didn’t do anything, it was your bad spin.” You huffed, though the smile on you face reassured him you were just kidding around. “I know, I know, I’m not as good as Iwa-chan…. But hey, I’ve got an idea to get him to do something.”

You frowned, “I’m not trying to trick him into doing anything. I really want it to be as natural as possib-“

“Natural?” He snorted, “If you want natural, you’re going to be waiting for years and years and years before he even asks you out…” Confusion was painted clearly on your face, “Seriously, Iwa-chan is an actual bundle of nerves.. I know you think he’s this big macho man who takes what he wants… But really?” Oikawa shrugged helplessly, “He’s just as nervous as anyone else that’s not an asshole.”

You doubted it’d take that long… Iwaizumi was so confident in everything he did.. If he wanted you, he’d have you - simple as that.

Oikawa patted your head, humming pleasantly even as you sent him a quick glare for brushing off what you thought to be true, “I got this all covered, _____-chan.” He ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it up a bit before grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. “Almost,” Then he was grabbing fistfuls of your shirt, scrunching your hair in some places even as you smacked his hands away from you, “aaaaaalmost.” His thumb swiped against the lipgloss on your lips, a smirk on his face, “Oh? All gussied up? Ah, young love.”

The closet doors opened before you could bite back a reply, Oikawa stepping out easily into the room - showing off how… messy he now looked. Panic resting in your stomach, you quickly straightened your shirt as best you could, running your fingers through your hair to make it lie correctly before you were returning to the group.

“Ohoho~? A closet full of fun?” Kuroo’s smirk had your cheeks warming, hating that he had to be the one to bring attention to your attire.

But you couldn’t let them down… Or at least… You couldn’t let them get the wrong idea. You rubbed your lips clean of the lip gloss, making it seem like you were wiping at your nose, “Yeah, had to beat the hell outta him. He got a bit handsy.” You sniffled out.

Oikawa squawked, “Wha- Tha-that’s not what happened at all!” He held up his hands innocently, looking at Iwaizumi with wide eyes before glaring at you, his frown twitching - trying so hard not to laugh at your framing him.

“Ololo~? I wanna get beat up next~” But before Tendou could reach for the bottle, Iwaizumi grabbed it from the center.

“Well you’re going to have to wait because it’s my turn, ya damn lizard.”

Tendou pouted, giving Iwaizumi the best damn puppy dog eyes you’d seen, “Awwwww, Iwa-chan is so very mean to me.” You could swear it’s like someone cloned Oikawa, stretched him out and gave him a different color scheme. Same personality. Yui whined in frustration at the slow paced game an waved her hand for Iwaizumi to hurry up - she had her eyes set on Daichi sitting across from her.

Spinning the bottle, you snorted, “Jeez, Hajime - it almost took flight!” Even jabbing at his frustrated strength had his heart singing in his chest. How did you happen to be so cute in anything you did? You looked up from the bottle to see he was staring at you, a far away look in his eye preventing him from looking away in shame.

If he didn’t land on you…. He wouldn’t possibly take as long as Oikawa said he would… would he? Not that you would be asking him either… You didn’t want to make the first move and end up looking like a fool… So if neither of you stepped forward toward the other, would nothing happen at all?

“Awww, what? Why does _____ get to go in the closet twice in a row?” Bokuto whined from beside you, backing off his complaint when he got an odd look from Kuroo, “Uh-Uh, not that I’d want to go in the closet with Hajime, but still?”

“Wha-“ You looked down to see the bottle was, indeed, pointing at you. Looking back up, you met Iwaizumi’s intense green stare - he was just as surprised as you were. “Uh… Well… Let’s go.” You stood from your place, playfully pushing Bokuto’s head as you passed to join Iwaizumi by the closet.

He opened the door, waiting for you to enter first, but not before Oikawa leaned back enough to call to you two, “Ya know, ______-chan can pass if she wants~.”

“Why in the hell would I pass on this opportunity?”

It’d come out of your mouth before you could think to stop it. An admission? Of sorts? Not quite a confession. Yet Iwaizumi’s heart froze for a fraction of a second before it took off like a race horse once more. You wanted to spend time with him? Alone with him? Cramped in a dark closet… With him?

The blush that overcame you was ferocious, but you didn’t say another word before grabbing Iwaizumi’s wrist and entering the closet. Trying to escape the laughter that had overcome the group. Neither of you were very subtle in your crush, but watching the two of you flounder around was definitely a source of entertainment for them.

Now it was just the two of you. In a tight space. A dark space. You could barely see him and he was almost directly in your face. His exhales were your oxygen, and your heartbeat was his own mirrored. “So….” He started, looking for something to say, something to start off what he’d wanted with you; literally anything was what he wanted with you. “Opportunity, huh?”

Your blush didn’t pass. Now he was teasing you. “Don’t be a dick.” You mumbled with a reluctant smile, he chuckled quietly - the sound feeling like it was inside your head. You could feel his chest rise and fall with his breathing, his exhales sending goosebumps rising against your skin. “I could have passed on you.”

A pause. “Would you have?”

He was much closer to your face than you’d initially thought. He’d slowly leaned his head down so he was just hovering over your lips. You could just barely get a hint of what he tasted like, and the shiver through your body had his confidence rising. You wanted him. He wanted you. So what was the hold up?

“Never.” Your whisper tickled his lips, but he wasted no time in enjoying the feeling before he was kissing you. A bit shy at first, a little awkward…. But the moment you responded to his kiss, kissing him back, lips moving with his… His arms wrapped around you tenderly, as if he were afraid you were a dream, as if he was just imagining this and didn’t want to break the fantasy. But you cupped his face, cradled it with your thumbs stroking across his cheeks… and he found himself pulling you closer.

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animelake13 · 5 years ago

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iwaoi, 21 and 62 please! thank you, you super cute angsty lil fluff ball of rainbow clouds and glitter!!! ^3^

Hello anon! Thanks for the ask lol, and I’m sorry this took me so long. Finals are killer. I’m thinking a superhero au for the first one, and just an aged up living together thing for the second. Check below the cut for the actual drabbles.

21. “I’m bulletproof ... but, please don’t shoot me.”

Oikawa sat on the edge of a roof, various knives and devices floating around his body as he let his mind wander. It had been a pretty laid back night, nothing he couldn’t handle so far, in fact he had enough time to let his mind wander to an incident from a few days before.

There had been one man in particular in a bank heist that had caught his attention, the punk was shorter than him by a fair bit. Had dark hair that stuck out everywhere, and a voice that spoke commander. Well of course his Iwa-chan would use that voice with him, he chuckled a little at the memory.

He remembered all of Iwa-chan’s friends yelling for Iwa-chan to shoot him, to finally get rid of the annoying hero who had thwarted them too many times. Of course Iwa-chan couldn’t tell them that they were sleeping together, and Iwa-chan would absolutely not shoot him. Well, he had to put on theatrics of course.

“Get out of the way hero!” Iwa-chan shouted at him, not letting his voice quaver.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Oikawa responded with a dazzling smile on his face.

“I will shoot you if you don’t move.” Iwa-chan’s voice was steely and hard now, in a way he was begging. Although the truth didn’t fit his tone.

“I’m bulletproof ... but, please don’t shoot me.” Oikawa made one quick gesture with a finger and all of Iwa-chan’s friends were disarmed and stuck to a wall.

Oikawa had decided to leave Iwa-chan free to do as he pleased, leaving his gun fully loaded in his hands. Iwa-chan looked at all of his friends trapped to the wall and dropped the gun.

“I never will beat you will I?” Iwa-chan asked after a moment with pure exasperation in his tone.

“Of course not.” Oikawa responded with a wink.

The memory had him laughing outright as he waited for the next call to come in for him. He wasn’t exactly surprised when Suga-chan came over the radio that had rotated near his right side.

“Oikawa, we have a robbery on 8th st. At the open air market. It’s your favorite.” Suga-chan sounded noncommittal and bored.

“Thank you Suga-chan! You’re the best!” Oikawa responded and hopped off the roof to the ground where he landed lightly.

It was time to go see Iwa-chan again.

62. “If you can’t sleep ... we could have sex?” (Of course you would pick this, fine. I’ll give you your NSFW. But only a little bit.)

Iwaizumi hadn’t been able to sleep the last few nights, he had gone home for the weekend to see his parents. But, when he got there they told him they were putting his childhood dog down that weekend. He hadn’t known, they hadn’t told him, and he had been devastated. Of course he was happy he got to be there in his dog’s last moments, but it hurt like hell.

So, Iwaizumi wasn’t sleeping because he was probably depressed. It was stupid, out of Oikawa and him Oikawa was the one who got depressed.

“Damn it.” Iwaizumi swore loudly as he turned in bed once again. He had turned to face Oikawa who was next to him, and he was greeted with open and knowing eyes.

“Are you ok Iwa-chan?” Oikawa’s voice was rough with sleep, but gentle and it was everything he needed.

“No, I just can’t sleep.” Iwaizumi admitted, looking away from Oikawa, in a way he was avoiding letting Oikawa in to his pain. He felt Oikawa scoot next to him, and then arms encircled his chest and Oikawa was nuzzling into his throat.

“Well, if you can’t sleep ... we could have sex?” Oikawa supplied the completely unexpected alternative with small kisses to his throat.

Iwaizumi honestly didn’t know what to do, while he was definitely depressed, he wasn’t so depressed that he didn’t want to have sex with his boyfriend. But, it felt weird, he was getting over his dog dying, a part of his family. It almost felt wrong.

His mind was made up though when Tooru ground his hips onto his thigh. Iwaizumi rolled them so that Tooru was lying back on the bed and he had Tooru caged between his hands.

“You just love to tease don’t you?” Iwaizumi scolded him.

“You know you love it.” Tooru smirked back at him.

Iwaizumi sighed and leaned down to place a gentle, but long kiss to Tooru’s mouth. He was setting the pace for the rest of what they were going to do, he needed love and affection right now, and this way Tooru was great at giving it to him.

Sorry that’s as far as I’m going. I don’t feel like getting my post flagged thank you very much.

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fxvixen · 8 years ago

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here’s a little thing I wrote based on this art from @gezeit

Title: Last Straw Paring: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru Length: 2,106 Tags: like one curse, kissing, angst and fluff, cuddling Summary:

Missing his bus home was the last straw.

Actually no.

The last straw was when after he trekked the three miles on the humid 37 degree day with his 35 pound bag back to his apartment, Oikawa wasn’t even there.

Iwaizumi had watched as every single part of his day had slowly crumbled to pieces and started to slow roast over the pit of despair, and the only thing that had kept him going was that Oikawa was going to be home today. Oikawa was going to be home today and Iwaizumi would walk into their apartment and see him and feel like everything was going to be okay. Iwaizumi would walk up and hug him and give him a kiss before he would ruffle his hair and taunt him into cooking supper. They’d lay around and watch tv and then at the end of the night, Iwaizumi would take him into the bedroom and show him just how much he missed him.

But Oikawa isn’t here.

There’s no sign that he’s been here since a week and a half ago when he left his coffee on the counter in his rush to the airport and Iwaizumi had refused to clean it up so the brat would have to take care of it when he came back.

Which he hasn’t. And he was supposed to, several hours ago. But he hasn’t.

Iwaizumi would frown harder if he wasn’t already glaring at everything he walks past. He sets his bag down and heads into the bedroom to plug in his phone. It going dead had been the first thing to happen to him this morning after he arrived at work. Apparently he’d forgotten to plug it in after he and Oikawa had been up talking all night, even though Iwaizumi’d had to work at 7:30 this morning.

It isn’t Oikawa’s fault but right now Iwaizumi wants to think it was. He isn’t here to defend himself anyway so why not.

While the phone comes back to life, he changes into some soft sweats and scrubbes his hands through his hair in frustration. He wants to pull on it, and viciously rip at it but that brings about the memory of when Oikawa had found him like that one day and smoothed his own hands through it saying,

“I won’t let anyone else hurt my Iwa-chan, why do you think you’re the exception?”

Iwaizumi just wants him here. Now. That way he can be bratty in person while Iwaizumi gives him a good shoulder punch for worrying him.

His phone vibrates back on and Iwaizumi storms over to see several messages appearing on the screen.

How was the early morning~~ >=D

I’m excited to see you today <3 <3 <3

Iwa-chaaaan tell me you’re excited to see me too =’’)

Fine then. Be that way, but I’ll know when I see you! =PP

My flight is delayed =(( somethings going on with the plane

I wish you’d say something so I knew you were getting my messages

Are you upset?

We’re about to take off, so I’ll see you soon. Please text me. I’d like a message when I get off the plane.

Iwaizumi texts back immediately, chest tightening quickly at the thought that Oikawa thinks he was mad at him.

My phone was dead today. No thanks to you.

Looking at the time the last message was sent, Iwaizumi calculated that he should probably be getting off the plane soon and be home in the next hour or so. Good, enough time for him to mope around on the couch for awhile.

He leaves his phone there to charge and walks out into the living room, hopping the back of couch to flop on it lengthwise. Iwaizumi flips on the tv and presses play where he left his movie last night when Oikawa called. He relishes in the screams of the people running away and wishes for a moment that he could be as terrifying as godzilla. He’d walk back into his work and tell everyone to fuck off because he’s in charge now; then they’d quiver in fear and he’d take immense pleasure in it.

Hm. Well, Iwaizumi’s not sure how Oikawa would feel about having a lizard for a boyfriend, but he doesn’t really care about what that idiot cares right now anyway. He can complain about it when he gets here. Maybe if Iwaizumi threatens it, he’ll come running.

Iwaizumi slaps his hands to his face and scrubs. He’s thinking about becoming a lizard right now. He’s going to go crazy if Oikawa doesn’t get here soon.

He grabs one of Oikawa’s stupid throw pillows, hunches over and screams into it while simultaneously trying to suffocate himself. He keeps the scream going for as long as he can until it’s nothing more than a long horrible moan into the fabric. After a couple minutes he flops back against the arm, lightheaded.

Iwaizumi closes his eyes and tries to pretend life isn’t real and hopes Oikawa gets home soon.

That lasts for maybe five minutes.

He hops up and paces back and forth across the living room a few times before heading into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich. He finishes putting it together and takes a bite of it.

It tastes like sand.

Iwaizumi swallows it and gets a drink, but leaves the sandwich on the counter next to the old coffee. He moves back into the bedroom and checks his phone again.

=D =D =D

Tsk, tsk. Iwa-chan, I seem to remember someone saying they didn’t want to hang up either last night~~

Oikawa has responded, which means he’s off the plane. He should be here soon. Everything’s fine, he’ll be here soon. God, why hasn’t anyone invented teleportation yet???

Iwaizumi stalks back out into the living room and hops over the couch for a second time, laying on his stomach this time, face in the arm. He resists the urge to scream again.

It might only be ten or fifteen minutes before Oikawa walks through the door, but it feels like at least two hours of running through all the ways he wants to destroy the people at work.

The front door slams open in the usual Oikawa fashion. Suddenly, all the energy is gone from Iwaizumi; he couldn’t get up to greet him if he wanted to.

“Iwa-chaaaan~~~” he sings out. “I’m back~ I know you’ve been waiting with baited breath to see me.”

Oikawa walks into the apartment, and Iwaizumi can hear his suitcase wheel behind him.

“Iwa-chan, you’re watching this movie again? You should have at least waited until I could make fun of it while you watch.” Oikawa reaches the back of the couch and presumably looks down at him. Iwaizumi can’t tell because his face is still buried in the couch. “Oh, you’re not watching it.”

He watches Iwaizumi silently for a few moments.

“Hmmm. I’m not sure I like this picture Iwa-chan, it looks like something’s wrong.”

Iwaizumi grumbles a response into the cushions and he knows damn well Oikawa can’t understand.

“I see, I see. Well, I’m going to put my suitcase away and change quick and then Doctor Oikawa will see if he can’t fix it up, okay?”

Iwaizumi groans and listens to him walk away, even as he wants to drag him back by his hair.

You know... gently.

Iwaizumi flips over after a struggle and actually manages to sit up somewhat by the time Oikawa walks back in. He comes around the couch and smiles down at Iwaizumi all cute and affectionate and Iwaizumi frowns hard at him. Where was this affection and cute an hour ago?

His frown only makes Oikawa’s smile wider but he tilts his head and softens it. “What’s wrong Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi doesn’t want words. He wants to grab him and tie him up so he can never go anywhere again, so he’s always right there where he needs him.

He settles for grabbing him. Oikawa lets out an awkward squawking noise as Iwaizumi pulls him down to straddle him where is still sits lengthwise on the couch. Iwaizumi presses his face into Oikawa’s chest and really really attempts to pretend life isn’t real and that he and Oikawa are the only ones that exist.

“Oh, Iwa-ch–”

“One word, Shittykawa, and I’ll punch you.”

He falls silent and Iwaizumi takes the moment to breathe him in. He rubs his face against Oikawa and tightens his arms around him as if to pull him into his body. Oikawa slides forward into his lap and hums appreciatively, curving his neck to put his face in Iwaizumi’s hair. Iwaizumi feel a hand card through it a few times and then cradles his head against him. Oikawa’s other arm wraps around him too.

Iwaizumi can’t describe the relief that he feels at being held by another person, and not just another person, but his person. His boyfriend, his childhood friend, his best friend, the one person he would do anything and everything for without question, holding him just as tightly and gently as he holds him. It feels nice and secure and so familiar and Iwaizumi can feel all his emotions unwinding in a somewhat pleasant, somewhat irritating way. Pleasant, because he knows what they are now. Irritating, because he wants to let them out.

After a few minutes, Oikawa seems to know, in that way he has.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he breathes into Iwaizumi’s hair.

Iwaizumi grumbles into his chest. “What did I say about talking.” He makes to move to make good on his threat.

“Well, you haven’t punched me yet, so I think i’ve got pretty good odds!” Oikawa giggles like he’s proud of himself. He probably is.

They sit quietly wrapped together for another moment. Iwaizumi tries to gather his thoughts. He really does want to talk about it, as hard or humiliating as it might be. He reminds himself that Oikawa cares, he might tease him, but he loves him and he cares.

“I was… antsy… all day. I was tired and antsy.”

Oikawa cards through his hair a couple more times and waits patiently for Iwaizumi to continue.

“Um… lots of things went wrong today, and I had been excited to see you, so… the fact that the day didn’t go so well put a damper on my excitement and I was upset about it.”

Iwaizumi screws his mouth up, but he forces the next words out, gritting his teeth with the effort. “I told myself it would be okay, because when I got home I could see you again. I just had to make through and I would see you, and it would be okay.” Iwaizumi tightens his arms briefly. “But you weren’t here.”

“Hm,” Oikawa gently pushes him back so they can look each other in the eye, and Iwaizumi lets him even if he protests a little. “Doctor Oikawa’s first prescription is for lots of kisses! That will definitely help.”

He cups both the back of Iwaizumi’s head and his chin, and starts placing kisses all over his face. Iwaizumi supposes that this is a good alternative to hugging, if he gets a boyfriend eagerly being adorable all over him. Oikawa kisses his frown away and Iwaizumi wants to smile a little at his ridiculousness but he won’t give him what he wants so easily.

Oikawa pulls back again, looking over Iwaizumi’s face once more. He hums some more. “Hmmmm. I think… a couple slow kisses are needed too.”

He leans down, but pauses just before Iwaizumi’s lips. Iwaizumi doesn’t hesitate, though; he pushes against his lips only to have Oikawa shift over them lightly and give him a small lick. He deepens it and they slowly shift against each other, Iwaizumi’s head tilted back so Oikawa can come down against him.

Iwaizumi feels warm and gooey when they pull away, but his fatigue from early is returning.

Oikawa surveys him one last time. “I think the last thing Doctor Oikawa says you need is some cuddles in bed. How about it? I’m tired from the flight; you’re tired from your day. I know it’s only 18:15, but how about we go to bed?”

Iwaizumi grunts, but it turns into a short whine when Oikawa stands and walks away. Iwaizumi can feel his face fall into a longing puppy look.

Oikawa snickers softly when he looks back. “C’mon Iwa-chan! Cuddles~”

He disappears into the bedroom as Iwaizumi watches from the couch.

Dammit, he will follow him pretty much anywhere.

If he’s gonna give away the last straw of the day... might as well be to this annoying nerd.

Iwaizumi gets up to follow Oikawa into the bedroom.

Thanks for reading~~

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #writing with hope

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