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wttcsms · 1 year

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Hihi i saw ur request box was open & i just couldnt resist! A big confession to make here, uhh ive been such a big fan of u and yr writings and also u were the v first fanfic blog i came across a couple years ago so yea, u literally open my third eye to a whole new world of fics👉👈 🥺

i feel like you havent written angst in a while–and bc i miss ur angsty haikyuu fics– sooo could i request post-breakup college!au with atsumu or iwai (honestly anyone who'd best fit the scenario cuz i trust ur characterization👌) abt the aftermath of the breakup, them seeing us on campus and unconsciously following us with their eyes, reschin to help out on instinct only to realize theyre no longer together, thinking about what could've been just reminisce reminisce

ahhhh im sry honestly dont know how to expand more on the idea

thank you for stealing my ficvirginity😃

pairing atsumu miya x f!reader word count 2.1k content contains exes still in love, college!au, mutual pining author's notes hi <3 i remember you (eycee, right?). don't be a stranger! you can always dm me and say hello :) thank you for the constant support. not sure if this fic is angsty enough, but i wanted yours to be the first req i do <3

“Hi, welcome in! Let me know if— Oh.”

Your voice falters, recognition and maybe even something similar to embarrassment flits across your face, and a split second later, you go back to smiling like nothing’s wrong. Like the two of you haven’t spent the better half of this month actively avoiding each other at all costs, even though the sprawling acres of the University of Tokyo suddenly feels too small. The entirety of Japan has felt too small ever since it became his mission to never cross paths with you ever again.

This mission of his started just a little over two weeks ago, on the very same day you decide to use his heart as your own punching bag. The worst part of it all, though, is the fact that he doesn’t even hold any type of contempt for you. It’s a cruel sort of joke; sometimes, Atsumu Miya feels like everything bad that happens to him is just some sort of sick punchline in a sitcom instead of real life.

Usually, when girlfriends find out their high school sweetheart is going to be a wildly successful (and rich) professional athlete, they’ll do anything in their power to hang onto him.

You decided to snip the invisible string tying the two of you together, and you did it so effortlessly, so quickly, that Atsumu had to make sure that he hadn’t been imagining the last four years of your relationship.

He’s got his hands shoved in his pockets, and he’s torn between staring at you like a total creep or looking at everything in the campus bookstore but you. He settles for the former, scared that this will be his last opportunity to really look at you.

Neither of you is saying anything. It’s a Saturday and so no one else is even in the bookstore this morning, and Atsumu wants to say something, anything, but he’s never been that great at carefully picking his words, and he’s scared out of his mind that he’ll say something stupid and prove once and for all that you had been right to break up with him. Better yet, he wants you to say something. He wants you to give him a better explanation instead of the bullshit you told him in his apartment.

We just want different things.

What does that even mean? He thinks he would have shouted out that question, if only your little break up speech hadn’t caught him so off guard. Different things? The two of you wanted different things? Sure, Atsumu likes to sleep in a freezing cold apartment, and you need the room to actually be at a reasonable temperature. And maybe Atsumu has a penchant for overly fried, greasy foods when all you want (and deserve) is a fancy dinner. Maybe Atsumu wants to be at a sports store instead of browsing aisle after aisle in Sephora, but he doubts these different wants have accumulated so much that you felt you had no choice but to break his heart.

“Hey, Miya.” You say it softly, dropping the perky customer service voice you greeted him with before you turned around and realized who he was. And he flinches. He fucking visibly cringes at the way you speak to him, walking on eggshells and going back to formalities like he’s barely above a stranger to you.

Miya.

(Did you know that he wanted to make that your last name?

Do you know that he still does, even now?)

“Hey,” he replies back, curling his fingers into fists inside his pocket. He thinks his voice comes out all scratchy, like how it always sounds when you don’t use your voice nearly enough. He clears his throat awkwardly. Everything feels awkward; everything feels wrong. He says “hey”, but what he really means to say is please don’t call me Miya; you know the color of my toothbrush, you don’t have to call me Miya.

“Were you looking for something?”

You.

Subconsciously, Atsumu finds himself seeking you out. He walks by another girl on campus and almost breaks his neck with the speed he turns around to catch a whiff of the perfume wafting from her body because he swears it’s the same fragrance you favor. He walks by the building that houses all the classrooms for your specific major, even though it’s located on the opposite side of his own classes because he secretly hopes against all hope that he’ll run into you, and you’ll see him and fall in love with him again. He goes to the same restaurants the two of you frequently ate at together, and he orders your usual because you can never finish your entire meal and always have him finish off the leftovers for you (and the food is always good, but somehow it doesn’t taste the same when your utensils haven’t touched it first). And he doesn’t even need to be here, doesn’t even care enough about his stupid class to go out of his way to buy the study guide, but he knows you’ve started picking up the weekend shifts at the campus bookstore, and suddenly, he cares enough about passing to get the damn study guide.

He shrugs. “Just some stupid workbook to study for an upcoming exam, but it’s not that serious.”

“Oh. Is Dr. Furata giving you a hard time again?”

“How do you do that?” Atsumu blurts out, wanting to kick himself for giving too much of himself away. You already own every centimeter of his heart and maybe his soul. You don’t need anything else from him; he’s almost certain there’s nothing left for him to give you, but he can’t help but impulsively ask the damn question that’s been running through his mind ever since you left him behind.

Did you know that when you’re confused, your brows furrow together, and you get this adorable, endearing crinkle in between them? Do you know that he still finds that same expression as cute as he did when you still called yourself his girlfriend?

“What are you talking about?”

How can you just stand there and act like you never crushed his heart? How do you wake up in the morning and not feel like your life is missing something important, like you’ll never feel whole again? How can you keep him wrapped around your finger, and then have the audacity to not even realize it? How did you let him go so quickly?

Practicing caution, he swallows hard before clarifying, “How do you know everything?” Because if you can act like he’s just a polite acquaintance, like he’s nothing more than another fellow classmate, he can try to play pretend too. He can act like there’s not enough history between the two of you to fill up every damn textbook in this stupid store. “Yeah, Dr. Furata’s been on everyone’s ass. Somethin’ about midterm grades being worth a quarter of our overall grade.”

“Believe me, you’re not the first victim of Dr. Furata’s to come wandering in the store. I think I have a few more of the workbooks he suggested in stock. Let me go check.”

It’s instinct at this point for Atsumu to just follow you. If he uses his imagination, it’s almost like he’s back to browsing in a makeup store, walking aimlessly in every aisle, following you loyally because he’s happy to have you lead the way and he doesn’t care where he ends up, so long as you’re there with him.

But this isn’t an afternoon date with you. This is him following a bookstore employee. After you find that study guide, which is really nothing more than his flimsy excuse for seeking you out, you’re going to ask him “card or cash?”, ring him up at the register, and he’s going to walk out that door and have to act like he’s still not in love with you. All the while, you’re doing fine. You’re fine right now, and you’re going to be fine when he leaves, and you’re probably going to be fine, five years down the line, when you’re happy with someone else and Atsumu is alone because in this little hypothetical, he still hasn’t gotten over you.

He is trailing behind you in this bookstore, and your back is facing him, and he’s panicking because he doesn’t think he’s capable of not loving you.

Just two weeks ago, you knew him better than anyone else in the world, maybe even better than Osamu, perhaps even better than he knows himself. Now, you just give him a polite smile as you grab the small stool to reach the books located at the very top of the shelf.

“God, I hate the way we organize everything in the store.” You say, lightheartedly complaining. He knows you do. He knows because he’s known you for nearly a decade. The two of you have grown up together. You made this same complaint sprawled out on the couch in his apartment.

When he doesn’t reply, you look down to see if something’s the matter, only to do it too quickly that you find yourself losing your balance. Before you can come crashing to the floor, Atsumu is quick to catch you, and you pretend that his protective embrace isn’t comforting. You pretend not to notice that he’s wearing the cologne you bought him for Christmas last year, and you continue to pretend that you don’t miss him at all, that you don’t still love him.

And for a second, the two of you both pretend that you’re still with each other. That it’s perfectly okay to savor this intimate moment, that his arms wrapped around your body right now isn’t awkward in the slightest. He’s staring at you with a sort of starstruck, boylike wonder, and it’s so familiar, so sweet, because it’s the way he always used to look at you. His lips part slightly, like he’s about to say something, and—

The loud ring! interrupts whatever moment the two of you are sharing, and you nearly jump out of his arms. You hear the distinct footsteps of another student, and you adjust your shirt before remembering where the two of you are — what the two of you are. Not a couple. Barely even friends. Just a bookstore employee and a student that needs a book. That’s all the two of you are allowed to be.

“I should probably go check up front and make sure they don’t need any help.” You tell him, biting down on your lip. “Anyway, did you need anything else, or would you like me to check you out right now?”

He blinks a few times, as if still in a daze. “Uh, yeah, sure.” The tips of his ears are flushed a light pink. “Y-yeah, I’m done here.”

The two of you practically race each other to the front of the store, and you step behind the counter to scan his workbook. He drums his fingers, looking around the store. When he’s nervous, he likes to be moving. You know this.

Just looking for an excuse to use his hands, Atsumu mindlessly picks a pack of gum off a nearby rack and slides it towards you so you can also scan it. You know you shouldn’t say it. You know it’s supposed to be a clean break. Instead, you tell him,

“Actually, if you want, I have the fruit variety flavor.”

“Huh?” This catches his attention.

You reach into one of the boxes that have just been shipped to the store, rummaging through a tiny one before revealing a shiny, new package of gum, this one advertising all the flavors based on tropical fruits. “Would you rather have this one?”

“Oh, yeah!” As if truly forgetting what the two of you actually are (exes, strangers with too much history, two people still pretending like they’re not in love), his eyes light up. “How did you kno—” He doesn’t finish the question. He knows the answer to the question.

You’re quick to finish ringing him up, the “polite strangers” illusion being completely shattered. It’s obvious, really, that there are always going to be parts of Atsumu that still live deep inside of you. You can only hope that this isn’t the case for him.

You hand him the bag, and when he grabs it from you, your fingers just barely graze each other’s. Atsumu is scared — scared that this might be the last time he ever feels your touch.

And because you’re a glutton for punishment, you find yourself telling him,

“Don’t be a stranger.”

You can’t tell who’s more devastated: you or him.

#atsumu miya x reader #miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #hq angst #one shot #drabble #imagine #haikyuu fanfiction #wttcsms writing warmups #this fic is so taylor coded btw #'please don't ever become a stranger's whose laugh i could recognize anywhere'#< that's literally reader n atsumu rn #wanted to leave it vague but #reader breaks up w atsumu bc they're both going in diff directions in life and she doesn't want to 'hold him back'#EVEN THOUGH ATSUMU WOULD REARRANGE HIS WHOLE LIFE FOR HER AND FOLLOW HER ANYWHERE #but she wants him to do whatever HE wants

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nishipostitz · 2 years

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haikyuu characters x gn!reader

tw! none for now. just fluff

he was the boy your parents wanted you to bring home. before you woke up, he would've already finished making your breakfast. he had opened all the curtains, folded the fresh laundry, and possibly cleaned your bags... he was so fond of you. every little thing he did showed how much he cared for you. in return, he wanted your love, and you were never coming short of that. walking out of the house to your next destination, the car would already be warm or cool for you before you enter. his job was always opening the door for you. on some days, if he's feeling extra generous, he would do the iconic drama seat belt thing.. hehe.... anyways- if you guys were going to classes, he would carry your bags for you while you walk to class and get you seated in class before you leave. if you were shopping, he would push the cart and hold your things. now, moving on to food dates. upon leaving the house, he would rush to the car to open the door for you. then when you arrived, he would get out of the car and open the door for you. entering the restaurant, he would pull out your chair and push it in for you. honestly, he was just really in love with you and you really don't understand how. he has treated you the best out of your last relationships. he was really the ideal.

kita, iwai, daichi, ushijima, kageyama, kuroo, yaku, akaashi, sugawara, asahi, osamu, aran, sakusa, hinata, makki

finals and exams are coming up!! so I haven't been alive nor writing lately, so this post might've been just a sht post.. sorry guys!!

#akaashi fic #kita shinsuke #iwaizumi fluff #ushijima fic #kageyama fluff #kuroo fluff #yaku x reader #sugawara fluff #asahi fluff #osamu fanfiction #sakusa fanfiction #haikyuu hinata #makki x reader #haikyuu #anime #hq fluff #fluff

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kosi-annec · 1 year

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[HAIKYUU!!] Season 1 episode 22

LMAO kageyama i appreciate that you're trying to be like suga, but also just no pft

wait hold awwww look at that dorky lil smile, that's looks way better than forcing one

Glasses coach being a mom lol (i forgot his name)

OMG YES KAGEYAMA! lmao him not knowing how to high ten

GSAP HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING EYO?? Now i wonder wut the signals are

LMAO kageyama pls don't try and force it it just sounds bad pft

I'm sorry, his name means "flying fish"??? HSKHSKHS 😂

Yeah character development! Kageyama's learning how to properly work with a team

Oh they're using hand signals ok

Pft- hinata being scared of double high fiving

I'm with tanaka here, how did this become bout their rivalry- oh right they had like shitty first impressions of each other hmmm

Ohhhh shit, its a tie now

LMAO coach aiming at tanaka specifically on that one lol

Kageyama that's not how you ask- pft, jackass vs jackass

Omg he's accommodating, wtf kageyama who are you hskhsksh

OHHHH TSUKI NICE! Huh? He's literally doing it every time, he really meant it when he said he wants it to be consistent

OH EYO THAT'S ACTUALLY SMART! NICE TSUKI!

Pft- kageyama sounds like a broken record

"what are you emotionally constipated" yes, tanaka, he is

OOOHH SHIT THEY GOT IT BACK, COME ON KARASUNO

Huh oh a flashback! Hhhh- bruh tf why does oikawa look cuter here nani-

PFT- damn they really hit that going thru puberty voice well

Ah so iwai is the "aggressively cares bout you" kinda friend

OOF, OH DAMN ok my heart, so oikawa is an overachiever aight then

EYO OIKAWA DON'T- ok thank god for your babysit

Another lesson on the theme of teamwork: you're not alone, this whole show i swear, it does the whole power of friendship trope well lol

Bruh wtf younger kageyama was so polite and innocent tf happened to him

AAAA HE KNEW!! THEY WON THE SET!!!

Ohhhh I don't like that evil laugh...

#sharing my brain juice #fandom talks #acessment #haikyuu!!

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ao3feed-iwaoi · 1 year

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what about us, you know?

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7fDPRHw

by hotpinkmoon

"Do you, Iwai-"

"Um!"

tooru objects to hajime getting married

Words: 2054, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: Weddings, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/7fDPRHw

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

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atsukashii · 3 years

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part four | ❝the one where it cracks❞

➛ in your defence, when you had come across an advert for a roommate from someone named tooru oikawa, you thought it was a girl. but you decide that living with oikawa won’t be a problem, his super hot roommate though? yeah, that’s definitely going to fuck your life up.

» paring : hajime iwaizumi x f! reader

» genre : college au, fluff

» word count : 6 k

» warning : angsty, its a long one today with a lotta dialogue

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It was insufferably annoying when he came back through the door a few hours later on that Saturday night, cheeks pink from the cold or was it from something else? It was insufferably frustrating when he shrugged off his coat, thinking as Oikawa asked how the date went. It was insufferably disheartening when he raised a single shoulder, giving a nonchalant response of “It was okay,”. But it was insufferably devastating when he moved soundlessly back down the hall to his room, with a small knowing smile pulled across his lips.

You had quickly and quietly excused yourself from the living room, feigning exhaustion before retreating to your own room.

So it's not like you were trying to fixate on whatever the hell that smile meant. The main possibility has your heart hurting more than you would like to admit, so you try your best to ignore it. You also try to ignore the bubbling frustration that builds every now and again when you’re out doing something with Iwaizumi and his phone pings with an incoming message stealing his attention. It’s not like he’s bubbling with excitement or anything, in fact it’s because he’s so stoic with his emotions a lot of the time that you’re not quite sure how he feels about the whole date. But you’re too chicken shit to ask.

But that’s why Tooru Oikawa was born; to light things on fire and walk away laughing as they burn.

You were studying in your room, operation ‘temporarily avoid the roommate’s’ was in motion due to the fact that you simply weren’t sure what to say to Iwaizumi at the moment. There was a high possibility you would embarrass the shit out of yourself if you were to talk, so for the past three days you both had endured tortuously weird small talk - which wasn’t completely your fault, you physically could no longer control what the hell came out of your mouth around him. But the lack of conversion you knew was beginning to piss your roommate off, so obviously avoidance was the best tactic.

The door was closed, and you had headphones in but no music actually sounded through the bulky headphones. The noise of the constant pacing outside your door was far too distracting, but you could admit you weren’t brave enough to open the door and start that conversation.

“Is there a reason you're prowling in front of Y/n’s door like a creeper?” Oikawa’s voice has you flinching in your seat, and the pacing finally stops.

“I wasn’t fucking prowling Shitty-Kawa.” The other voice grumbles and you can almost see the frustration on his face, and the action of him yanking on his hair - a small trait you noticed somewhere along the way of your friendship.

“Well you sure weren’t fucking skipping. If you want to talk to her, just knock.”

“She’s busy studying - oi you bastard-” Three loud knocks practically echo through your room, and immediately go back to the laptop and immediately press play on the spotify playlist you had been making prior to hearing Iwaizumi’s pacing. The second the door opens, you’re trying to manifest your concentration face as you switch the tab to your assignment. With pinched brows, you make a motion of slipping your headphones off your head and around your neck, the sound of some random lo-fi song blaring loudly from your shoulders as you look over the two guys in your doorway.

“Uh, hey?” You manage to get out, internally giving yourself a clap on the back.

“Oikawa wanted to know if you wanted to come to a house party with us.” Iwaizumi suddenly blurts out, causing you to frown even more. There is no way that’s what he wanted to say. Judging by the way he changes his weight from foot to foot, you can tell it’s not. But you can tell that he’s struggling to talk about whatever it was he wanted to, so you just go with it.

“A chance to procrastinate? Yes please and thank you.” You say with a smile, earning you a terse nod from Iwaizumi before he slips from the doorway. You also pointedly ignore the other guy in the hall, rubbing his temples like he just witnessed the most stupid interaction known to mankind. “When are we leaving?” The question being thrown over your shoulder as you immediately make your way towards your cupboard.

“Can you be ready in thirty minutes? I know it’s a bit last minute but Shitty-kawa is dragging me to it and I know it’s not your thing anyways but-” You turn back around, facing a flushed and rambling Iwaizumi and you can’t help but smile. The minute he see’s the small grin plastered across your face, his brows furrow and that nervous arm scratches the back of his head. “Don’t fucking start.” He grunts before turning out of your room, shutting the door loudly behind him.

“I wasn’t going to say anything!” You call out, but the laughter in your voice contradicts that whole sentence. And you know Iwaizumi heard it, because there's an exaggerated groan from outside your door, followed by a command.

“Thirty minutes, y/n, or we’re leaving your ass here.” Walking back to your closet and pulling out a pair of jeans because it's starting to get cold and wearing a skirt right now is a no-go.

“Tooru would never.”

“Twenty nine!” It’s only when you sit on your chair, looking into the mirror resting atop of it and reaching for your makeup do you realise you’ve been grinning the entire time.

“So who’s party exactly is this?” You ask, sandwiching yourself between your two roommates as you walk, hoping to create some warmth due to the fact you left your jacket at home. Again.

“I thought you would know whenever your friends threw a party?” Oikawa gasps dramatically. “What kind of friend is Bokuto if he doesn’t invite you to his party?” You roll your eyes at the brunet and don’t hesitate to shove him in the arm.

“The kind of friend that knows I despise parties.”

“Then pray-tell y/n, why are you here?” Oikawa retorts, and you fix a glare at him. Don’t fucking start, you mentally scream at him. But the smirk you receive in response is pure Tooru, and implies that he is stirring shit to get you to admit that you’re here because Hajime’s here.

“Because someone’s got to babysit your drunk ass Shitty-Kawa.” There’s an added weight over your shoulder, and you know by the smell that Iwaizumi’s shed his coat and put it across your shoulders. This was not the reason you forwent a jacket, your main point being that inside parties, the heat would have you taking it off and having to carry it around was not worth it.

“But that’s your responsibility Iwa,” Oikawa drawls mockingly and you grin, turning to Iwaizumi for his response. Honestly, watching the two of them bicker back and forth was more entertaining to you than any sport or show you had ever watched.

“Yes, why was I placed as resident babysitter? Because out of all of us, I am the one more likely to get lost or injured so this really seems like a massive lack of judgment here.” You say, gazing between the two of them.

Iwaizumi huffs and breathes into his hands. “Oh please cut the cutesy shit y/n. If I'm going down I'm dragging you with me.” He grins devilishly and a swarm of butterflies explode inside your stomach as his eyes meet yours, the flecks of light brown shining gold as you stand under the yellow streetlight.

“You two have fun on that sinking ship then.” Sings Tooru, breaking the moment and leaving the warm huddle and breaking away to walk towards the familiar share-house in front of you. The brown brick building with a large porch has you smiling and stifling a laugh as you remember the trouble you and your friends had trying to get the couch Bokuto had found somewhere questionable online in the living room.

“I know that parties aren’t your thing,” Iwaizumi says suddenly, and you immediately look from the building to his face, but his eyes are locked on the front door which muffles the loud music from within. “But I'm glad you came along. If you get sick of it though, let me know and we’ll go.”

“What about ‘Kawa?” You ask, the sentiment of his words sitting heavily in your chest.

“If he decides to get blackout drunk two days before a major volleyball, then he fucking deserves to find his own way home.” Iwaizumi grunts and you smother a smile, knowing full well that if Oikawa needed to be picked up, Iwaizumi would do it with no hesitation at all.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Walking forwards towards the building, you turn around and grin at your friend. “But I'll be okay. A little party is nothing compared to what those guys put me through in high-school.” Your cheeks are hurting, smiling from not only the good memories that flash through you head at the thought, but also at the small smile twitching at the corner of Iwaizumi’s lips.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He says, throwing your words right back at you and catching up to your side in only a few long strides. You slip off his jacket as you walk through the door, and have to yell over the loud music as you hold it back out to him.

“Thank you!”

“Don’t mention it.” He yells back and you begin pushing through the crowd, looking back every now and again to make sure that Iwaizumi is still following, as you head to where you know your friends will be. The minute that you finally emerge from the crowd you spot Oikawa sitting on the couch in a deep discussion with someone you recognise from their volleyball team, already with a cup of who knows what in his hands. How does he move so fast?

“Y/n!” A very loud voice booms in the room, and the next second you’re being picked up off the floor.

“Hi Bo,” You smile, looking at the golden eyed bow holding you up.

“I didn’t know you were coming!” He laughs ecstatically at your sudden appearance and hugs you a bit tighter.

“Oikawa and Iwaizumi dragged me along.” You explain as he begins to put you down.

“Of course, why else would you be here?” Comes another voice, and you look over Bokuto’s shoulder to see Kuroo standing there with the smug look on his face that one would think was permanently etched there.

“Well if I knew you would be here, then I would have stayed home.” Your bite lacks any harshness, and Kuroo just smirks before handing you the cup in his hand as he always did. A tradition you began in high school so that he’d remember not to drink too much. You watch as his hazel eyes drift from you to the figure next to you and for a second you're almost concerned that he knows. But there’s no way he does, he may be exceptionally intelligent, but he’s no Oikawa in observation. The guys greet each other with the regular head nods and you turn to Iwaizumi who is looking at the cup in your hand.

“I’m going to get a drink. I’m assuming you don’t need one short-stack?” Iwaizumi steps back just out of range as you extend your leg to kick his foot.

“No I don’t, asshole.” You reply, glaring at him.

“I’ll be back. Try not to get lost short-stack.” He calls over his shoulder, and you flip him your middle finger which only earns you a laugh in response. Once he’s out of eyesight, you turn back to Kuroo who is watching Iwaizumi’s retreating form with furrowed brows.

“What?” You ask, and Kuroo blinks as if you’ve brought him out of deep thought and shoots you an easy going smile.

“To be honest by now, I thought you would have committed a double homicide by now.” Gently shoving his arm, you both move over to the somewhat vacant couch and settle on the seat opposite Oikawa.

“There have been many moments, but they make up for it.” You laugh, taking a sip of the drink. The bitter taste of bourbon mixed with a soda hitting your tongue and you raise an eyebrow at Kuroo. He simply shrugs in response.

“The beer Bo’s teammates bought tastes like cat-piss.”

“You know what cat piss taste’s like Tetsu?” You retort.

“You’re so fucking eloquent Y/n.” Iwaizumi says, and every single witty comeback that you have on standby whenever you talk to your best friend evaporates like water in the middle of summer as he sits beside you on the couch. You an feel the warmth of his shoulder against your own as he leans back, taking a sip from the plastic cup in his hand. His eyebrow is raised as he looks over the rim of the cup, his brown eyes looking straight into your own and mother of god, the lump in your throat needs to fuck off right now.

“Says the guy who fronted the word eloquent with ‘fuck’”. You manage to snip back, but there’s barely a teasing tone in your voice, and Iwaizumi grins at you with a victorious smirk. “Fuck off.” You say, sipping your own drink to try and hide the blush on your cheeks.

“Keep digging that hole y/n.” He simply laughs at your demise and you turn to Kuroo who is watching you both carefully, and you can almost see the pieces being put together in his head. Yeah that is not happening.

“Where’s Kenma?” You ask and the raised eyebrows of disbelief you get in response from your best friend only cements the fact that you’re an idiot.

“At home, like fucking always.”

“Y/n! Come be my beer pong partner!” Thank you god for Bokuto, you mentally whisper as you turn to your friend, leaning against the glass doors that are open to the outdoor patio. “I actually need to win, and Kuroo made me lose last round.” You can’t help but grin as you look to your friend in question, who is glaring at Bokuto.

“You try to fucking win with a Neanderthal singing fucking lady gaga in your ear whilst you’re trying to toss.” Kuroo bites back and you laugh loudly.

“Don’t diss the Gaga.”

“Using Kuroo was your mistake Bo.” You reply, getting up and polishing your drink off with a last sip and leaving it on the coffee table in front of you. Bokuto lets out a howl of excitement as he see’s you getting up to join and leaves dust in his wake as he returns outside. Spinning on your feet, you face the two guys on the couch and give them your best firm look, that is no doubt being ruined by the smile on your face.

“Play nice boys.” You assert, trying to sound strict but the eyeroll and full on snort you get from them has you breaking character faster than you would like to.

“Yes mother.”

“Has she always been like this?” Iwaizumi asks, looking over his cup to Kuroo.

“Since she was practically born.” he replies, and you shoot them both the middle finger before moving across the lounge. Right before you’re about to walk through the doors again, someone calling your name has you spinning back around. The moment you do though, your face is met with dark fabric holding a very familiar scent. You rip the jacket from your face and try to glare at Iwaizumi in hopes of hiding your actual feelings of the gesture. So instead, you just slip it on, waving at them before joining Bo at the table.

You’re not sure how many rounds you’ve played, but due to the fact that you’ve got brilliant hand eye coordination due to how many fucking times you were dragged into playing this game by your friends, you’re not even tipsy as you swap out with one of Bokuto’s other friends and watch the next round much later on, having beat Oikawa twice.

“You’ve been holding out on us Y/n,” Oikawa grumbles, hanging his arm across your shoulder to lean down to your level.

“Just because I don’t like parties doesn’t mean I’m not good at beer pong.” You point out, taking a sip of the water your friend hands you. Thanking him quietly, you can’t help but let your eyes scan the backyard for your other roommate. It aggravates you that you do it, but you can’t help it, as if your mind is on a constant search of Iwaizumi’s location. Trying not to focus on how that sounds creepy, you look back to Oikawa’s smug face and raise a brow.

“Iwa went to the bathroom Y/n, but don’t worry, he’ll be back soon.” You gape at Tooru like a fish out of water, not quite knowing how to respond to that without sounding like a lovesick fool.

Wait, a lovesick-

“Iwaizumi, please protect my honour and take part in this game.” Oikawa speaks up again, and your head moves faster than you can stop it until you're looking at Iwaizumi, your eyes trailing over his black shirt and the way his biceps look in them. God alcohol and you are not a good mix for rationality.

“You get your ass kicked Shitty-Kawa?” He asks, grinning between you both. The alcohol obviously loosening his limbs up a little bit as he approaches you both more relaxed.

“Twice.” You reply, taking a pointed sip from your water. Once Iwaizumi is close enough, he cautiously peers into your cup and you roll your eyes. “It’s water mother, is that allowed at this fine establishment?” Rolling his eyes, Iwaizumi has the audacity to flick your forehead and leans down to your level.

“Shut up short-stack.” This time he doesn’t move fast enough to avoid the kick, but he’s like a stoic fucking statue and doesn’t even flinch. Letting out a sigh of defeat you look back over to the table which is now wrapping up another game and instantly make your decision.

“Time for me to kick your ass then Iwaizumi,” You grin as you step back up to the table. “One on one.”

“Fine, but we’re using water. Someone’s gotta get your drunken asses home safely.” You shrug at the rules and immediately use the hose to fill up the cups a third of the way. A couple people stand around the two of you, all drawn into the competitive atmosphere that has exploded around the table. And the crowd grows with each turn, one for you, and one for Iwaizumi. It’s not until you’re on your last cup to Iwaizumi’s two that you give him a confident grin, knowing that you’ve got this.

“Any last words Iwa?” You ask, emphasising the nickname causing some of the girls around the table to giggle. There’s a flash of light blonde hair in the corner of your eye, but amongst the shuffle of people, you barely notice.

“Don’t fucking choke short-stack.” His words receive howls of approval and you glare at Oikawa who traitorously laughs alongside them. With a final glare you toss the ball, which like you had expected, goes straight into the cup. The world around you explodes like a neon bomb as people cheer and go crazy in their drunken state, and you can’t help but laugh as Bo shakes you like a ragdoll in his excitement.

Iwaizumi is grinning as well and once you wrangle yourself free from your over-hyper friends grasp, you finally meet him halfway down the table. “Enjoying this?” he asks and you nod your head.

“Immensely.” Amongst all the noise, it’s almost as if you've created a bubble that surrounds you both, keeping you away from it all and yet still there in the same moment. His brown eyes trail over your flushed cheeks, which aren’t completely a result of just the cold, before searching your gaze once more. You would give all the money in the world just to know what's going on inside his head, and so you simply decide to ask.

“Iwaizumi”

“Iwaizumi!” There’s another flash of blonde hair and suddenly you’re looking at the side profile of a very beautiful woman.

“Alisa,” Iwaizumi looks surprised, but not more than yourself. “What are you doing here?”

“My brother invited me, he’s around here somewhere but I think he just wanted me to be his babysitter. I thought I saw you earlier but then I heard about someone kicking ass in beer pong and I knew it was you.” She grins, her teeth perfectly straight and practically fucking blinding. Something ugly rears up inside you as you look at her, and make a conscious decision to keep your mouth shut as you realise this is her. This is the girl Iwaizumi went on the blind date with.

“I wasn’t the ass kicker,” he tells her honestly, nodding to you over her shoulder. The blonde whips around so fast you’re not sure how she didn’t get whiplash, and as her emerald green eyes meet yours you begin to think that life is really fucking unfair.

“You kicked his ass?” Alisa asks, her eyes glowing with excitement as you nod your head. She lets out a soft laugh as she turns her head between you both. “How sad for you Iwaizumi.” She laughs and the brunette in question just shrugs. “How do you two know each other?”

“I’m his roommate,” you force a small smile across your face, trying to sound as relaxed and unbothered as possible, whilst also looking around to try and catch Oikawa’s gaze to get him to save you.

“I thought Oikawa was your roommate?” You hear her ask, and you lean back slightly, finally finding the tall setter. Oikawa turns around as if feeling your gaze on the back of his head and wags his eyebrows at you jokingly.

“He is, Y/n is as well.” Tuning partially out of their conversation, you send Oikawa a pleading look, and he feigns confusion until he notice the third person and puts his hand over the top of his drink so it doesn’t spill as he jogs over towards you.

The moment he breaches the triangle he takes a sip of his drink before handing it to you with a look. With no hesitation, you take a sip of the cheap beer.

“So she’s dating Oikawa?” You choke. Cheap beer spits from your mouth over Tooru’s sleeve and he erupts into shocked laughter. Alisa looks at you in obvious surprise, whilst Iwaizumi mentions something about getting water.

“No,” You manage to choke out, waving off Iwaizumi’s offer and coughing into your elbow. “Never. Not in a million years.”

Oikawa gasps, placing a hand over his heart and looks at you as if he’s actually offended. “Why must you break my heart like this mi amour?” You roll your eyes at him, but are also eternally grateful for his dramatic ass taking their gazes off you.

“I’m just a roommate.” You turn to Alisa, stuffing your hands into the pockets of the jacket. Iwaizumi’s jacket you realise. Some part of you deep down revels in the fact that you’re wearing his jacket, in front of her - and that part of you also makes you want to vomit.

Her eyes drift over the jacket, but whether or not she knows if it's his, you’re not sure. “Speaking of roommates, I think it’s time we headed home.”

Both you and Iwaizumi look at Oikawa with raised eyebrows, as if this was unheard of. But Tooru simply waves you off before reminding you both that he’s got training tomorrow and quote “doesn’t want to be thrown around like a ragdoll by the coach if he shows up hungover.”

The smile slips off Alisa’s face as she hears the words and she turns to Iwaizumi with hopeful eyes. “You’re going too?” There’s a slight pout to her gloss covered lips and Iwaizumi looks at her and gives her a small smile.

“I need to get them home safely, they’ve had a lot more than me.”

You’re not sure what has you opening your mouth, whether it’s the look of hope in Alisa’s green eyes, or the fact that she’s gently holding Iwaizumi’s arm and he’s not shrugging her off. Maybe you’ve had too much, because if you were sober, maybe you wouldn’t have said it.

“I can get Oikawa home. You can stay for longer if you want, it's no biggie.”

Oikawa is looking at you if you’re manically insane, a polar opposite to the happiness flooding from Alisa at your words. Grinning, she turns to Iwaizumi who looks between the both of you.

“I-” he hesitates, looking torn as to what to do.

“It’s all good. I promise I’ll get him home in one piece.” You joke, ignoring Oikawa who is full of gaping at you. Giving him a side-eye, he wisely shuts his mouth, but pouts about it. Good. “Seriously, you can stay longer.”

“Yes! Please, just a while longer?” Alisa must squeeze his arm, because Iwaizumi’s eyes move from yours and briefly stay on hers, and you have no idea what he’s thinking.

“We’ll see you later Iwaizumi.” You say curtly, not leaving any room for him to change his mind before you grab Oikawa’s hand and drag him through the crowd towards the door.

“Y/n, wait up!” For a moment, your heart leaps inside your chest, hope filling a little fissure that you’d never noticed before. But as you look over your shoulder, it’s not the brunet you want to see.

“You’re leaving?” Kuroo asks, finally pushing past drunk college students.

“Yeah, I’m taking Oikawa home too. I’ll see you later, okay?” Your words are rushed as the pounding of the music seems to be echoing right between your ears. Glancing around the room sceptically, he frowns at you.

“Is Iwaizumi not going with you?” He asks, and there must be some sort of devastation on your face because his scowl drops to a completely emotionless mask that normally means you’re in deep shit.

“No he’s staying for longer. I’ve gotta go Tetsu,”

“Y/n!” you simply wave over your shoulder as you pull Oikawa out of the building and into the cold air. Finally, as if breaching the surface, you feel yourself inhaling deeply for what feels like the first time in years.

Deciding it’s too late to walk, even with a six foot tall volleyball player who you know can throw a mean right hook, you organise an uber to pick you both up and deliver you both home in one piece. Just like you had said to Iwaizumi. Your heart sinks with every second that you wait, your traitorous gaze jumping back and forth from the sidewalk to the front door of the house behind you, as if you can simply manifest the guy by pure will alone. But in the whole ten minutes it takes for your uber driver to get to the address, he doesn’t make an appearance. And you can’t blame him, because you had all but cemented his feet to the fucking patio - to her.

Why exactly? Because you knew that Iwaizumi had enjoyed her company, you knew that she looked at him like he hung the moon and the stars in her sky and does she not deserve a chance? Does she not stand a better chance than you? Almost six foot of leggy model with platinum blonde hair and green eyes that look like sea glass. How could you compete with that? And Iwaizumi, doesn’t he deserve that?

It’s not until you’re almost back to your apartment that Oikawa finally speaks. “Why did you tell him to stay?” He asks, genuinely lost and confused. His brown eyes are full of concern and confusion for you and it has you nervously swallowing. Not wanting to voice every insecurity that ran through your head in the past forty minutes, you let out a sigh and look out the window.

“He looked happy in her company, why should I tear him from that?” Oikawa doesn’t make a noise, and it hurts more than you thought it would - because it means that you were right. “That’s why.”

A dull vibrating against your face is what rises you from sleep, only noticing you fell asleep with your phone on your bed and that your group chat with your friends is going fucking manic. Muting the conversation, you pull yourself out of bed and blinking at your reflection in the mirror. Your hair is an utter mess, and you were only dressed in one of Oikawa’s old shirts you had stolen when you first moved in and some sweat pants, the otter themed socks on your feet bring a small smile to your lips as you remember Iwaizumi bringing them back one day for you, out of the blue.

Iwaizumi. You wonder how he got home last night… Did he stay long, or did he leave soon after you?

There’s a clatter of dishes in the kitchen, and you slip on your fluffy headband with the whales to keep your hair out of your face, grab your phone and finally leave your room. The smell of bacon assaults your senses and your stomach immediately grumbles in approval. Bacon was rare in this household and the fact that it was being cooked should have been the first sign.

Moving quietly along the wooden floors, you remember that you had moved where the instant coffee was because you’d found moths in one of the cupboards and hadn’t told him. Breaching the doorway to the kitchen you rub your eyes and begin to explain.

“Hey I moved the instant coff-” You move the hands from your face and have to take a few seconds to fully comprehend what is happening in front of you. Iwaizumi stands in front of the stove, in his signature black sweats and a tight singlet, one hand on the skillet and the other holding his mug to his lips. One that's already full of coffee.

And something inside your chest just… cracks.

Your eyes shift to the figure on the left. Sitting atop the island in nothing but a large faded Godzilla t-shirt that swamps her figure, looking like she belongs there, is Alisa. A mug rests in her perfectly manicured hands, the smell of instant coffee wafting through the room along with bacon has your heart stopping inside your chest, and for a moment you wonder if you’re about to go into cardiac arrest. Because the mug she’s holding, white with a horribly painted dolphin that looks more like a worm than anything, is the artwork of Tooru Oikawa, one that was gifted to you for your ‘one month of survival’ anniversary.

That was your mug.

There are two plates resting next to the stove, and you can’t tear your eyes off it. What. The. Fuck.

“Good morning,” Alisa’s voice is like a blast through the kitchen, and you actually flinch at the noise. You want to say something, but you just can’t. Your chest physically hurts with every breath, and the only thing stopping your hands from shaking is the fact that you’ve got the bottom hem of your shirt in a white-knuckled death grip. There’s more noise, but you can’t make out what it is because the pounding noise in your head is so loud it feels as if it leaves tremors around your entire body with every beat. It takes you a second to realise that it’s your heartbeat.

“Y/n?” Brown eyes are so close to yours that you actually jump, your back hitting the wall and knocking off the broom and dustpan that rest there. Shit. You quickly bend down to clean it up, fumbling as you do so. Frustrated tears prick in your eyes but you bite down on your bottom lip to hold them in. This is not what you wanted.

As you clip the broom back to it’s place on the hanger, you hesitate before turning around, wanting to believe that it’s just a nightmare for a moment longer. But Alisa calling out to you breaks that. “Are you alright Y/n?” Her eyes are kind, and full of genuine concern as you turn around once again, and you realise it. The problem is that you like Alisa, because she’s nice, bubbly, beautiful and good. And she’s good for him.

“Uh yeah…” Your voice is still gravelly from just waking up.

“We were about to have breakfast, would you like to join us?” God she’s so fucking polite it’s infuriating. Not looking back at her, instead you glance back at your mug resting on the counter next to her. It was just a coincidence that it was yours. There was a fifty percent chance to get your mug, considering Oikawa’s was the only other one in there.

Realising they’ve been waiting a while for a response, you unclench your hands and shake your head. “No thank you, I’m actually about to go out and meet my friend for breakfast.” And you leave. You run straight to the front door, slipping on the first pair of shoes and jumper you see before leaping through the door and slamming it shut behind you. You don’t stop walking as you text, and even though it's only eight am, there’s a response straight away.

You hold yourself together, ignoring all the looks you get as you walk down the sidewalk to your favourite café. You ignore the fact that you grabbed one of the boys hoodies, that you’re wearing sweats, brightly coloured otter themed socks with black oversized slides that belong to Oikawa that almost has you tripping over your own feet. You ignore the fact that you look like a fucking nutcase, until you walk into the café and your eyes lock onto the raven haired boy with deep blue eyes that widen when they see you.

You hold yourself together until you sit down across from him, ignoring the fact that he was studying already, and that you should be too.

And then you let it go. A pathetic noise breaks from your mouth and you immediately pinch your eyes, quickly seeing Akaashi’s panicked look as he hands you a napkin. There’s only the usual noise of the store before you hear footsteps followed by a concerned voice.

“I’m going to need a serving of pancakes and coffee please,” His voice rumbles and you look at your best friend again and finally say it.

“I like him. A lot. Too much.” His hand reaches across the table and gives your own a comforting squeeze as he offers you a sad smile.

“I know.” Is all he says, but the pain in his deep blue eyes has you explaining everything, from the night before where you convinced him to stay longer with her because you thought he was happy with her, how you found her in the kitchen sitting in your spot, drinking out of your mug, sharing that time, that moment with Iwaizumi. Not you.

All because you noticed the way that Alisa looked at Iwaizumi. As if he were her sun, the star that was at the centre of her very existence. As if he were the very power source of her being, the thing that created her happiness.

As if she viewed him for everything good that he was, that she saw the bad and looked at him like he hung the stars anyways.

As if she loved him inside and out.

As if she viewed Iwaizumi the same way that you did.

#iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #hq #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu iwai #iwaizumi #iwaizumi x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you

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akascow · 3 years

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imagine being oikawa the so called prettiest in the friend group then post time skip rolls around and hanamaki and matsu fuckin kawa strolls in the door lookin like that and you just flip a table because what are they fEEDING THOSE GUYS

#iwai doesnt count bc he was always the hottest #seijoh 4 #oikawa #iwaizumi #hanamaki #matsukawa #haikyuu post time skip

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honeybunny-sawamura · 3 years

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anyone have haikyuu best friend head canons? feel free to share with me OwO

#no one talks about platonic or friendship relationships yo #i out here thinking about best friend iwai and bff ennoshita yo #tell me your friendship shipsssssss #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#bunny thoughts 💭

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thesandwichqueen · 3 years

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Kageyama Tobio Additional Tags: cupid!Oikawa, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, liberal interpretation of Greek mythology, Soulmates, References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Alternate Universe - Ancient Greek Religion & Lore Fusion, Jealousy, Jealous Oikawa Tooru, Jealous Iwaizumi Hajime, side daisuga, Angst, Mutual Pining Summary:

"Some humans have soulmates. Which, no, don’t laugh, isn’t as sweet as you think it is, it’s just annoying. Those stubborn bastards can’t fall in love with someone else with an arrow. There is one person out of seven billion--how narrow-minded is that --that is perfect for them.”

Iwaizumi Hajime is a second-year college student with no social life, let alone love life, to speak of. When Oikawa, one of Aphrodite's sons, is forced to be his reluctant matchmaker, they find themselves tangled up in a mess of their own doing.

I finally updated after like 2 months!!! Longest chapter yet and one of the first turning points of the story.

#iwaoi #oikawa tooru #Iwaizumi Hajime #fic #oikawa x iwaizumi #iwai #iwaizumi x oikawa #cupidoikawa #mutual pining #haikyuu!!#haikyuu

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dvlboy · 3 months

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MASTERLIST

last stocked 2024/07/06

welcome to the garden archives, where you'll find details of all the plants from the garden.

slashed through topics means they aren't usually being written for now. bolded topics are for star sellers, with 1k+ notes.

BNHA

"another villain" feat. todoroki

"temperature play" feat. todoroki

"ceo" feat. dabi

"photos" feat dabi

"hero" feat dabi

"valentines day" feat hawks

"childhood bestfriend" feat hawks and villains of bnha

"begging and screaming" feat. midoriya

"confusion" feat. midoriya

"having a shorter bf" feat. bakugo, midoriya and todoroki

"deal with the devil" feat. tenya

"calling them daddy in bed" feat. aizawa

"conditioning" feat. mirio

HAIKYUU

"fed up" feat. iwaizumi

"old habits die hard" feat. iwaizumi & oikawa

"incubus" feat. iwai

"brother." feat. miya atsumu

"break up and make up." feat. oikawa

"cow bf and farmers." feat. oikawa, kuroo and bokuto

"milk madness" feat. bokuto, oikawa and kuroo.

"headphones" feat. kuroo

"mr. airhead" feat. yaku

"taken" feat. kita and miya twins

"hidden possession" feat. miya osamu

"aftertime" feat. miya osamu

"getting milked" feat. terushima

"actions over words" feat. aone

"oral fleshlight" feat. hinata

"washing machine" feat. hinata

"scents" feat. asahi

"no good together." feat. kageyama

"keep up" feat. ushijima

DANGANRONPA

"least to most submissive" feat. the men of danganronpa 2

"having a himbo lover" feat. mondo

"hospital room" feat. gundham

"possessive" feat. gundham

"bondage" feat. gundham.

"corruption" feat. byakuya

"mr. baseball star" feat. leon

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS

"lore change" feat. ezreal

"vulnerable" feat. ezreal

"breeding" feat. sett

"expressing gratefulness" feat. aphelios

"corruption" feat. spiritblossom! yasuo & yone

"the black mist" feat. viego

"perfect candidate" feat. spiritblossom! thresh

GENSHIN IMPACT

"first time" feat. aether

"abyss prince" feat. aether

"soft yandere" feat. aether

"double trouble" feat. albedo and albedo

"first time" feat. kaeya

"throat goat" feat. kaeya

"outfit change" feat. kaeya

"family man" feat. kaeya

"sharing the human" feat. kaeya and diluc

"order before the court" feat. kaeya

"secretary" feat. venti

"aphrodisiacs" feat. childe

"bouncer" feat. childe

"corruption" feat. childe

"patience" feat. childe

"business trip" feat. zhongli & childe

"bunnyboy" feat. thoma

"shared curiosity" feat. thoma

"killing me softly" feat. thoma

"holiday festivities" feat. thoma & ayato

"fair trade" feat. venti & zhongli

"job perks" feat. zhongli

"instinctual needs" feat. zhongli

"throating" feat. zhongli

"heats" feat. itto & gorou

"puppyboy" feat. scaramouche

"temperament" feat. scaramouche

"chest straps" feat. itto

"breeding press" feat. itto

"one on one training" feat. xiao

"changing tides" feat. xiao

"lantern rite" feat. xiao

"prim and proper" feat. ayato

"a servants duties" feat. ayato

"background characters" feat. npcs of genshin

"hands" feat alhaitham

"valentines day pain" feat. alhaitham

"primed and ready" feat. alhiatham & kaveh

"facing fears" feat. kaveh

"of past and present" feat. diluc

"lost love" feat. diluc

"mortal temptations" feat. pantalone

"public servant" feat. neuvillette

"loss of power" feat. neuvillette

"forked tongue" feat. neuvillette & zhongli

"series summaries" feat. misc

STARDEW VALLEY

"somnophilia" feat. sebastian

OBEY ME

"corruption of the light" feat. lucifer

"force of will" feat. lucifer

"father" feat. diavolo and barbatos

"reward tiers" feat. leviathan

"NNN" feat. barbatos

"animal" feat. solomon

"fuck you." feat. solomon

"divine protection" feat. solomon

"letting loose" feat. lucifer

"too much to handle" feat. simeon

"calling them daddy in bed" feat. diavolo

"irreplaceable" feat. asmo

"househusband headcanons" feat. lucifer, mammon and levi.

"househusband headcanons" feat. satan, asmo, beel and belphegor

"10ft tall cat bf" feat. satan

"future husband" feat. mammon

"coffee cream" feat. mammon

"halloween costume" feat. mammon

"bunnyboy" feat. diavolo

"bathroom interlude" feat. raphael

"custard" feat. beel

"red eyes ch.1" feat. memphy

JJK

"sugar, sugar!" feat. megumi and toji.

"popping the cherry" feat. itadori

"dirty laundry" feat. itadori

"stinky sukuna causing trouble again!" feat. itadori & sukuna

"yours" feat. nanami

DEMON SLAYER

"step bro" feat. uzui

HONKAI STAR RAIL

"no hands" feat. jing yuan

"staking claims" feat. jing yuan & blade

"in control" feat. blade

"playboy problem" feat. sampo

"horned and ready" feat. il dan heng

MISCELLANEOUS

"anatomy tests" feat. multiple characters

"taming the tofu" feat. salty tofu of food fantasy

"jealousy" feat. leona of twst

"delectably broken" feat. miguel o'hara

"anomaly" feat. "francis mosses" / milkman of TNMN

"after exams" feat. misc

"deceiving" feat. misc

"lovebomb" feat. misc

"gentility" feat. misc

"the morning after" feat. misc

"brozoned" feat. misc

"canvas" feat. misc

"homework helper" feat. misc

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bokutosnumberonefan · 4 years

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goodnight to my 31 fantastic followers! i hope you all have sweet dreams of your favorite haikyuu boy ❤️ i will be hoping for iwaizumi 🥰🥰🥰

#anime #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#i’m an iwai simp and i’m proud #iwaizumi

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nishipostitz · 2 years

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how haikyuu men propose

gn!reader x various characters

tw! joke mention of sexy time in first one, just fluff. none tbh

will put sunscreen on his back as “will you marry me” and tan on the beach or anywhere that’s tan-able. he’ll lift up his shirt and show you. hehehhahaha. probably during sexy time or idk, like the shower after the beach 😭. not the MOST romantic, but it’s humorous and he’ll do a more acceptable one later on!!

bo, noya, hinata, oikawa, atsumu, daichi

helicopter trip. to show the written will you marry me on the beach or somewhere else. ok let’s say he’s a rich ceo, or just rented out a helicopter for a while, and youre in a helicopter with him flying over the beach or some high buildings. the beach would have the words “will you marry me?” dug into it. or, it could he shells, but aligning them is a pain in the ass. but who wouldnt go extra measures for their love? and for the buildings, he sets up flowers in those very words. you DID in fact say yes, and it was a total success!!

sakusa, akaashi, ushijima, suga

(you both know morse code) and he proposes through the wall. maybe while youre showering? ok, so you were like studying or doing things in the room right next to his, so he decided to knock on the wall in morse code. you were thrown off guard by the question. so you went outside and there he was, kneeling, ready to ask for your hand in marriage. and the showering situation, LMAO, that just sounds awkward 💀

kageyama, tanaka, osamu, futakuchi

they hang the sign on your ceiling. so its the first thing you see waking up. (lets pretend everyone sleeps facing up). funny funny. waits until like the ass crack of dawn when they know youre KNOCKED out and they start taping up the poster board with the question. and luckily, the first thing you wake up to, is the sign. except, it was UPSIDE DOWN… but you were able to understand it and thats all that mattered. now youre 4 years in the marriage living a lavish and happy life 😼

iwai, lev, yams, tendou, asahi, semi

man is rich and does a proposal on a yacht. like, he is getting it DONE. he loves you and you love him. why not propose right then and now?

suna. kuroooooo, mad dog. goshiki

youre both introverts, so it was a private proposal 🥰🥰🥰 honestly what i want

kita, sakusa 2.0, kenma, yaku, its lowkey giving aone 🫶 , tsukki

hopefully, i didnt miss anyone 🙏🙏🙏 lmao, i came up with this last month at like 1-2 am right before going to sleep, so i just HAD to write it in my notes or else i would forget. luckily, i didnt. its stilk kinda boring LOL

uh, was this fun to read? and any suggestions for anything else?

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kosi-annec · 1 year

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[HAIKYUU!!] Season 1 episode 19

EYO WHAT KINDA SERVE WAS THAT?? And goddamn that smirk

That was his 4th in a row??? Wow now that explains his smug

Lmao the rest of the guys are all focused and serious while these 2 short stacks are just excited to play

ELEMENTARY SCHOOLERS 😂

Mmm nothing's calmer than driving down the road while the rest are asleep

I'm sorry, 25-6?? PARDON???

Pft- to be fair, the paparazzi didn't make it to see karasuno's match i think? Cuz if they were there for their match then it would've been made mention- Oh nevermind they were there lmao news just did not care HSKHSKSH

Uhhh coach, I don't think using beer as your analogy is gonna work on minors hskhsksh

Hinata why are u sad bout that plan?? You ain't even good at receiving

PFT LMAO THE FUCKING IMPRESSIONS, god idc how many times i say this, the eng dub is hilarious and i love it

I forgot oikawa made that challenge- LMAO HINATA i love this lil tangerine

This my first time seeing a much longer interaction between oikawa and iwai, and love these two idiots already

IT'S TIME, THE EPIC MATCH

Idk who this maki dude is, but i vibe with him

I actually not sure who'll win this match, i mean, it should be karasuno who wins, but idk this show loves to subvert expectations

"not to be cocky, but confident" i know for a fact that was a jabe specifically at oikawa

OH SHIT THEY PULLED OUT THEIR OWN JUKE EYO

HELLO ANOTHER JUKE??? DAMN no wonder this bitch is so fucking smug, he is good. Also coach, why are you surprised?? Didn't you watch the tape of their last match???

OH GODDAMN KAGEYAMA!! MY MAN JUKED NOT JUST THE OPPONENT BUT THE WHOLE SQUAD

Oikawa calling kageyama a little prick lmao, look in a mirror first before saying that

#sharing my brain juice #fandom talks #acessment #haikyuu!!

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atsukashii · 3 years

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part five point five | special chapter

» paring : hajime iwaizumi x f! reader

» genre : college au, fluff

» word count : 1.8 k

» warning : this is a special chapter and takes place right at the end of chapter five.

» a/n : so this idea came to me last night and i literally wrote it in a single sitting and now here we are, so enjoy it.

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What the fuck had just happened?

Through the heavy downpour that he’s honestly insane to be standing in, Iwaizumi watches the tail lights of Oikawa’s obnoxiously overpriced car disappear from sight. Taking you away with him.

And even though he really should get out of the rain because he doesn’t have a desire to be struck by fucking lightning - his limbs refuse to move. However his brain didn’t have the same response to the current situation, with thoughts shooting off in rapid succession, leaving more in their wake, it was almost an instant headache.

Because what the ever loving fuck had just happened?

Your words echo through his head like the loading screen of one of those old old video players, the symbol bouncing from one edge of the screen to another. Never stopping, not even if something obliterated it. In honesty, that’s the only way he can explain the perplexing feeling of his heart being pulled in multiple directions at once, the tendons stretching so tightly he feels like he’s gasping for air even as his chest rises and falls in smooth, calm succession.

And it’s all because of seven little words that you’d roared at the top of your lungs, right at him. Although you had only been feet from him in that moment, the instant the words breached the air around you, it was as if you’d been transported worlds away from him.

Because I love you, you insufferable moron.

How?

Iwaizumi wouldn’t consider himself to be boyfriend material. He’s a good guy, it’s something he prides himself on. He’s got a good head on his shoulders, he’s loyal, determined and will not hesitate to put someone else's needs above his own ninety-nine percent of the time.

But he knows he can also be an asshole. He could be mean, he was blunt, didn’t like communicating all that much yet tended to be brutally honest, and has been told he’s the driest texter on the planet from girls in the past.

How was that boyfriend material? How did you love that?

“Fuck,” Taking a moment, Iwaizumi’s knee’s buckle and he finds himself squatting in the middle of the sidewalk, pressing his fingertips to the bridge of his nose. Clenching his eyes closed, he tries to fish through his memories to find where he might have noticed, but draws up blank after blank. Was it in the small sly smiles you would offer him whenever he said something dickish? Was it in the pink blush that covered your cheeks whenever he ruffled your hair? Was it in the whispered conversations in the early hours of the morning, where you’d joke and just chat about life over shitty coffee?

It was somewhere between those moments, but he’d missed it. And he’d practically shoved that love right back in your face when he’d brought over Alisa. Even though you’d been the one to push them towards each other, which confused the shit out of him. If you loved him, wouldn’t you want him for yourself - no.

Because you’re one of the most selfless people he’s ever met. If you thought he was happy with Alisa, then you would have stepped back and let that happen. Which was what you’d done. Jesus christ.

You love him. You love Iwaizumi somehow, even despite his flaws and his tendency to be a prick on the daily.

Ever since he was a kid, Iwaizumi had watched the full effects of love first hand, seeing it in his parents and the way his father doted on his mother with every part of his soul. Since those days, Iwaizumi had sworn that he would treasure that feeling.

But he’d just fucking stood there as you’d told him. Sure, you’d followed the sentiment by calling him an insufferable moron, but if he hadn’t figured out your feelings by that point didn’t he deserve that?

Iwaizumi had stood there as you’d cried, like a fucking idiot. And then the next second you were gone, and he’d lost his friend in the span of a few seconds. No, maybe that’s not right. You’d been pulling away from him for a couple of days, and although he’d been pissed and not known why - he knew you.

With a tendency to bottle things up, and put on a facade of being a bubbly and happy person twenty four hours a day when did you get time to vent? When did you get the chance to just let everything out, to get that weight off your chest?

He knows he dances the line of not being the most forthcoming and sometimes being too honest, but he’s got outlets for those kinds of things in the form of his three best friends Oikawa, Mattsun and Makki - the other two to form their little group that he’s somehow been a part of since high school.

Were your friends like that for you? He knows that Kuroo is like your brother, so you surely vent to them right? Would you have told them about your feelings before him? What did they think of it all... Would they have thought loving him was a good idea? Did they know about Alisa too?

The image of the green eyed platinum blonde fills Iwaizumi’s gaze and for a moment, he feels like a traitor for thinking about her. It’s not like they were even dating or anything. They’d gone on a few dates, and she’d crashed in his bed the night you’d told him to stay at the party with her, whilst he’d slept on the couch - and that was only because she had locked herself out of her apartment and needed somewhere to crash after he had walked her to her door.

For Christ's sake, he’d kissed her once, and it was fine, but it was just a kiss. It didn’t mean much to him, it didn’t knock his socks off like you’d told him your first kiss to some older senior in high school had for you. It was just a kiss. And now Alisa had been chasing him up for more dates but Iwaizumi had just felt… exhausted. It makes him feel like shit whenever he has to raincheck and the feeling of relief washed over him. But wasn’t that a sign?

His heart throbs uncomfortably inside his chest, as if trying to tell him something but he feels as if you threw a fog over his mind as you’d walked away. For the first time in a long time, he feels utterly and completely lost and out of his depth. As if you’ve both been standing at the edge of a cliff, and you’d taken a swan dive off and Iwaizumi wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay on dry land or jump off after you.

The one thing he knew though, was that he’d hurt you. And that’s what was making him feel like shit. Above everything else, you’d become one of his closest friends. For fucks sake, you were so comfortable together you didn’t hesitate to do each other's washing or the other’s chores when they forgot or just didn’t have time. He couldn’t count how many times he’d put your dishes in the dishwasher after you’d fallen asleep at your desk studying. He’d helped you into your bed before going into the kitchen and doing it soundlessly. And who knows how often he’d come home to see you coming up the stairs from the laundry room down stairs with an overflowing basket mixed with his shirts and your pants up to your eyes and almost blocking your sight. You were his friend, but what you felt for him ran deeper than that, and he wasn’t sure what he wanted. He wants you in his life, more than anything, but who was he to ask that of you if he didn’t feel the same. Whether he did or didn’t though wasn’t even something that he knew yet.

What the fuck was he supposed to do now?

“Iwaizumi?”

Blinking away the torturous image of your broken expression from his mind, Iwaizumi looks up and meets a familiar grey stare.

“Makki? What are you doing here?”

“Oikawa texted Mattsun and I to come over. Besides, shouldn't I be asking that? What are you doing squatting in the middle of the path?” Hanamaki asks with raised eyebrows as if Iwaizumi is insane. And maybe he is. Just how long was he sitting out here in the cold, lost in his own thoughts. “Are you alright? You kinda look like you’ve seen a ghost or something,” Makki adds, moving closer until he’s holding his umbrella above them both.

Finally rising to unsteady legs, Iwaizumi tries to wipe the drenched hair that is plastered to his forehead away in some attempt to not look as shaken up as he feels. But he can’t hide it. Adrenaline pumps through his veins just as it did when he had a final volleyball match in high school - his heart rate skyrocketing, his brain only fixated on one thing. Originally, that one thing had more often than not been the ball. But today it was you.

And those three damned words.

Was he alright? Iwaizumi’s got no fucking clue. He doesn’t even know what was going on with his own feelings, or how to even respond to you. Which he didn’t even have time to do, which was probably a good thing considering he had the ability to overthink everything but also act stupidly on instinct a lot of the time. Who knows what kind of shit would have come out of his mouth if you’d hung around.

“Y/n called me an insufferable moron,” He starts, and Makki tilts his head, nodding.

“Understandable.”

“Then she told me she loves me.” Somehow it feels more real, saying it out loud.

You love Iwaizumi. You’d actually put your words out into the universe and put your heart on the line, knowing that it could be shattered so easily. Sure you’d only admitted it to him because Iwaizumi had badgered you - not expecting that outcome - but you’d still been brave enough to say it, and risked losing so much.

Hanamaki’s grey eyes bulge at Iwaizumi, complete disbelief in his gaze which has Iwaizumi feeling a bit more comfortable. Thank god he’s not the only one who didn’t know how to fucking answer that.

“And how do you feel about her?” That was the question wasn’t it.

“I-,” Iwaizumi hesitates, he’s never really thought about it before. Sure he thought you were gorgeous and were one of the most stunning people he’s ever met - both internally and externally. “I don’t know,” and that was the honest truth. Because he needed more than thirty seconds to figure out a way out of the mess that crumpled into his world. He needed to think.

“That’s okay, did you tell her that?” Makki asks again, and the groan that rips out of Iwaizumi’s throat is answer enough to earn the brunet a consoling tap on the back. “That’s okay too. Just talk to her next time.”

Sure, if I can even figure out what I want by then.

a/n : go easy on iwa okay guys, he's just a little lost so don't blame him for it.

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