#iwachan x reader

[lssugaluv]

Things he says to you while doing the deed. 🤭

• Haikyuu x fem reader.

• Haikyuu + Headcanons.

• MDNI 18+

• Synopsis: He loves to praise you all the time, you deserve it. But he also knows how much you love dirty talks, especially when doing the deed. Each character has a different small story.

• Ushijima -Dominance.

• Kuroo - Smartass, Teasing.

• Iwazumi - The man is just so in love.

• Suna - Loves your taste, attached and in love.

• Osamu - Exes who are still in love.

• Daichi - Jealousy, dominance, petty.

• Contains: Timeskip HQ characters (all 21 or older), s3x talk, some cursing, dominance, small sex stories, oral s3x, some degradation, body praise, mentions of slight choking, pet names, temptation, teasing, pettiness, jealousy, some fluff (it’s not an Lssugaluv post without fluff.)

• Characters: Ushijima, Iwazumi, Daichi, Suna, Kuroo, Osamu.

• I choose these guys because I can just see their dominance in bed.

• Please let me know if you’ll want to see other characters.

Ushijima:

• “Look at me.”

• You will never ever get used to his girth. As many times as you’ve done it with Ushijima, the stretch is always something you can never get used too. Especially when he’s gone for a while due to his games and tournaments.

• Ushijima has you nice and wet making sure you’re prepped for his girth to rip you apart. As soon as you feel the tip in you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Open your eyes. I need you to look at me.”

As soon as you open your eyes, his are burning straight at you. He then continues to insert himself in you as you can’t help but gasp with widened eyes. He grits his teeth causing his jawline to pop out even more, groaning a bit, not breaking eyesight. He bottoms out and your arch your back , filling in the gap you two had. He loves to see you become a hot mess just for him.

Kuroo:

• “I Can Tell That You Want Me.”

• Oh, your favorite smartass. Kuroo and yourself were best friends with benefits back in high school. And you decided to lose your v-card with him a week after you guys graduated high school. You later on in time became a thing. You two work at the same place now and live together.

• Kuroo can be such a tease. Especially when it comes to pushing your buttons or getting inside your pants. No one at work actually knows that you and Kuroo are technically high school sweethearts. Not that you wanted your relationship to be a secret, but more because sex at work is always 10x better when kept in the DL. Plus, everyone at the office thinks you two are enemies, since you two tend to bicker a lot. Also, you guys agreed that if people find out, that’s fine.

Today you left 25 min after he did because you slept in, plus he had a big meeting right at 8 a.m that he couldn’t miss. You went to work in a sage green long sleeve that has fur on the collar and end of the sleeves. You paired it with a black mini skirt and see through leggings under. You didn’t have time to do your hair so your did a messy bun and paired it with accessories.

You had the whole office practically drooling for you. That was until your man spotted you. His hungry gaze couldn’t get off from you. You catch him staring from afar and text him.

You: “Do you need me to send you a selfie so it can last longer?”

Kuroo: “Damn, hot but always an asshole.”

You giggle at the message and look up to him and blow him a kiss.

You pass by him and purposely drop your pen in front of him. You bend down and he sees your gorgeous ass cheeks. He makes sure know one is around to pull you in and have you sit on his lap. Your back is facing his torso, rough hand on your neck, lips next to your ear. The other hand tightly around your waist, making sure you’re securely on him.

“I can tell that you want me baby.” He whispers into your ear, following a gentle bite.

“Can you really?” You slightly moan, pushing your ass into his now growing boner.

“Meet me at our spot in 5 min.” ❤️

Iwazumi:

• “I just can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

• You met Iwazumi through Oikawa last year and right away caught his attention. He is an ass to Oikawa but man does he love you. You guys finally decided to work something out and started to see each other. You wanted to start slow with him but life had other plans.

• Iwa is a man of consent. No matter how many times you’ve guys done it together already, he will never not ask for your consent first.

He came over after a week of not being able to see him due to your university’s schedule. As soon as you opened the door you noticed he had a boner already that was IN NEED of your attention. He pinned you to the wall at the entrance of your door. He had his hands all over your ass, mouth stuck on your jaw and neck.

“Baby, please, I need you.” You pant out after a steamy make out session.

“I’m sorry baby, we haven’t seen each other, and I know you want to catch up. But I just can’t control myself when I’m around you. Once you say yes, there’s no way I’ll stop.”

You nod your head yes as in giving him consent. You literally almost fold in half when he told you that. He picks you up in princess style and takes you to your bed, the rest was history.

Suna:

• “I love the way you taste. Never get tired of it.”

• When you first met Suna, he looked like a guy who just had no cares or worries in the world. Like you couldn’t break him, so you had no idea what he would think of or what type of hobbies he was in. Now you two have been dating for a year, and for some reason, every time he comes back from a tournament, he has to be buried in between your legs.

You were watching your favorite show when you hear a click on your apartment door. It was Suna who opened the door. He rushes to take off his shoes and leaves his bag and rest of his belongings at the entrance.

He doesn’t even say say hi to you when he right away pulls your pants & undies down and leaves you in your tee shirt with nothing on the bottom. You turn flush red from your face trying to push him away.

Without saying anything, he looks at you and pushes you down to the couch, his mouth connecting with yours. His tongue wrestles with yours and out of no where you feel a finger on your clit. He kisses your neck and then stops. He sits back up and taps on your thigh for you to do the same.

He puts that finger in his mouth, getting a taste of your delicious slick. His eyes almost stayed in the back of his head with that intense eye roll.

“I love the way you taste angel. I’ll never get tired of it.”

You turn even more red from embarrassment, and cover your face. He spreads your legs wide opened using his calloused hands. He wastes no time as he starts to lick your clit up and down, up and down. The warm sensation of his tongue making you almost cum right then and there. You use both your soft hands to palm his brown locks, and boy does he love that. He moans while eating you out, because he did miss your taste.

Daichi:

• “Don’t tempt me.”

• You have known Daichi for years. You two met in middle school and you know he can be a huge hot head. You know he can also be very territorial. Yet he is a huge sweetheart and very respectful. Now, after many years of dating him and being by his side, you are at a police academy ceremony, celebrating his new position as captain.

You are wearing a beautiful navy blue satin down. You look like a precious diamond, and of course Daichi is on protective mode. You see he was busy speaking to a small but important crowd during the cocktail hour. So you decide to go pour yourself some champagne.

As you were about to pour yourself some champagne, a big man stole the bottle from your hand. “If you’ll allow me too Miss.” He had such a husky tone. You turn to see a tall, handsome police officer who had a piercing on his right ear, a small yet curled mullet and gorgeous blue eyes. You stay in shock wondering how a handsome guy like him came across you.

You stood there frozen in place as he pours champagne into your cup. He then places the bottle back into its spot on the table and whispers something in your ear. That is when reality hit you when you felt a burning gaze heading right your way. You are completely flushed for your face, as you turn to see your boyfriend about to shoot the place down.

One thing about Daichi is, when he gets upset, it’s very hard to help him calm down. Another thing is, his aura is felt dozens of miles away when something/someone he loves is being taunted with. The tall male felt the same presence you felt and decided to casually walk away. He looks at Daichi as he walks towards him and places a hand on his broad shoulder. “Sorry man, didn’t know she was your’s.”

You quickly rush to the bathroom trying to disappear. When you hear the door knob twist and it was Daichi. You were looking at him through the mirror when he goes behind you. He places both strong arms around your small waist, chin on your shoulder. He takes some times to breathe in your beautiful scent. He whispers, “Darling, you know you look beautiful tonight?”

He places a small kiss on your jawline. “What did he say?” He then places another kiss , this time on your shoulder. You turn red all over again, “n-n-nothing.”

He sees this guy made you into a stuttering mess, which irks him even more. “Darling, I’ll give you one more chance, what did he say?” His warm breath next to your ear makes you so wet, you feel your about to drip on the floor.

Your silence was irritating him. “Darling, don’t tempt me.” His tone of voice drives you insane as he lets go of you and turns you around, lifting you up on the counter. He lifts up your gown as he unzips. He knows you want it, but since you don’t give him the answer he wants, you also don’t get what you want.

He rubs his angry dripping tip onto your clit causing you to be a moaning mess. You become impatient, wanting him to fill you up. You move your hips to line yourself up but he pulls away. “Oh no baby. I asked you a question twice. You didn’t answer and I told you not to temp me.” He caresses your cheek and gives you a passionate kiss. “Sorry baby.” He says as he puts his penis away and leaves you there a throbbing mess. “I’ll wait for you outside.” As he pecks your lips one last time.

Osamu:

• “Nobody understands your body like I do.”

• You and Osamu dated for a few years until a year after you both graduated from university, you two decided to part ways and stay friends. Due to his now growing business and your traveling job, you never saw each other which created unwanted distancing. You thought you both fell out of love, which you both never did. Osamu never wanted to part, but he has always respected your decisions and didn’t want to force you to stay.

You were invited to a party by your coworkers. You didn’t want to go but of course they forced you out. They wanted you to go out there and meet new people. You were in a cute black romper with your luscious locks nice and wavy.

At the party, you had about two drinks and were talking to your coworkers. A hot guy comes up to you and invites you to a drink. You are talking and all and that’s when you lose your mind seeing your ex boyfriend across from the balcony. “O-Osamu?” You think to yourself, completely shutting out the guy’s conversation. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and decide to leave the party and just go home. Seeing him after a year really threw off your whole vibe. And you couldn’t help how freaking sexy he looks now.

As soon as you enter your front home’s entrance, you hear a knock on the door. You open it thinking it was your coworkers to take you back to the party. Without knowing it was Osamu. Your eyes completely widened and you stay glued on one spot.

“What are you doing here?”

He walks into your home and hugs you.

“I’m glad I saw you. I really miss you.”

You couldn’t help but grow teary eyes. “Osamu.. I can’t-“

He cuts off your sentence by kissing you. He starts off with two small pecks and sees you don’t stop him. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. He then kisses you, inviting his tongue in your mouth. He gains a sexy moan from you, knowing you’re already as horny as he is.

He pulls away gently to look at you. “Did my baby miss me too?”

You continue to kiss him to answer his question but then you go back to your senses. “Wait. We are broken up. We can’t do this.” You let go of him. He grabs you again, this time gently spreading your legs apart, brings his hand down to your underwear, moving it to the side. He slides one finger in, rubbing your clit in small circles.

You moan, hiding your face on his neck, taking in his scent you missed so much. You feel his finger slip out and you look up at him a bit frustrated since he stopped. You look at his finger that he’s holding up to your face.

“Ya see that angel? You’re completely wet. And it’s just for me.” His finger was completely soaked in your juices.

You become embarrassed and try to deny how crazy he has you. You try to deny that you miss him and his touch as well. You try to deny that you still love him.

He picks you up and takes you to the couch. He starts kissing you all over again, gently removing your clothes. He kisses your shoulders, your neck, your collarbones, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. He kisses every part of your body. You feel like you’re about to cum, that’s how much you miss him. He undresses himself, showing off his gorgeous body. Now the two of you are completely naked.

He has you in the missionary position. He inserts himself in you, causing you to arch your back, moaning loudly. Your small hole is so tight, you cause him to groan onto your neck as he hugs you tightly.

Osamu starts to slowly pump in and out, in and out. Allowing to adjust to his size, it’s been too long.

“Ya think I don’t know ya baby? As soon as I saw you at that party, I knew you missed me.” His face a blushing mess. “Ya think ya can resist me? Ya think I can resist ya? As soon as ya kissed me, I knew ya wanted me.”

He thrusts himself hard in this sentence. Hitting your g-spot so delicious that you came after the last word.

“Nobody. Understands. Your. Body. Like. I. Do.”

[haloswrld]

★ —IWAIZUMI HAJIME

iwaizumi that you find standing outside in the cold waiting for you one night after getting home. the weather is anything but warm and welcome, and the red to his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you grab his arm and hurry him inside asking why he didn’t call.

his nonchalant reply earns him a little shove before he’s heading in behind you, a smile playing at his lips.

iwazumi who tumbles with you a little on your way in, catching you in the hold of his arms right as you’re about to fall and pulls you closer than you ever are into his space. you take a little longer to pull back all while he asks if you’re okay.

you hum in response, straightening yourself and hope that, in the dimly light space of you’re entryway, he doesn’t see the slight red to your cheeks.

iwazumi who sits at you’re kitchen island solving the 800 piece puzzle you’ve long abandoned. you watch, hovering over his shoulder as he slips into it’s respective place, a piece you could’ve sworn didn’t seem like it belonged in the picture at all. he chuckles at your voiced annoyance, and you hurry back to the water boiling on the stove, doing a few calculated moves to the Twice’s dance the night away that plays in the background. he says your music choice’s funny; you play it louder.

iwaizumi who ignores the time displayed on the clock to stay a bit longer. he should get going—not keep you up this late, but that’s easier said than done when you’re so cozy and close to him on the couch, the heat of you reaching him from his spot across the tv. the next time he looks over your head’s fallen his way and the lit screen illuminates a sleeping you he decides he doesn’t want disturbed.

the documentary on jellyfish is put to a stop and he’s closer when the buzz of your phone catches his attention. he doesn’t mean to snoop or to quick read the incoming text of your tea-hungry friend from work, but he also does to soothe his curiosity.

girl how was the date?11:35

it was over lunch right?? 11:35

iwaizumi who runs home that night in the unwelcoming cold. he tells himself it’s for skipping his morning runs the past two days, but the truth gnaws at him with every step. the night bites at his skin, but it doesn’t compare to the chill settling in his chest.

he pushes himself harder, trying to outrun the thought that you’re not his to lose. if you were choosing to date then that soon meant someone else could be making fun of your music taste, unconsciously humming the catchy tune of your dryer, and know the correct way to adjust your lamp just the way you like it when you sleep, dimming it to that perfect softness that only he’d learned to get right.

iwaizumi who realizes it shouldn’t have taken him this long to realize how much more he wants with you beyond being your friend. but here he is, finally understanding the depth of his own feelings.

and it terrifies him.

he stops to take a breathe in the steady nights air.

you’re not his to lose but hasn’t he been losing you already? he thinks back to you in his arms earlier tonight, how beautiful you looked under the faint glow of lights, your face touched with that soft red tint of surprise. how easy it could have been for him to add, be a fraction closer, and multiply your lips together to calculate himself an answer.

but he didn't.

iwaizumi that he let the moment pass, left the equation unsolved, and retreated to the safety that was your friendship.

…

[bettermiya]

IF LEV MADE A BENTO FOR YOU...

The Behemoth of the Nekoma volleyball team is blushing the color of his uniform as he carefully sets down the bento box in front of you. His delicate fingers unclip the strap that holds the sections of the stacked box together so that there is no risk of you pinching your fingers. Then, he folds his hands over one another in his lap and watches for your reaction with wide, piercing eyes. His attention is intense, but you can sense an almost child-like desire to please.

When you carefully separate the sections, with the other students of your class watching you with clear curiosity and jealousy in their gazes, you find that though the contents are not exactly traditional, they are all carefully and almost meticulously crafted. He presses his lips together, going more red in the face. He isn’t looking at you as he explains. “I know it’s not–”

“It’s very cute.” You interrupt before his nerves have him rambling. “Did you make it all yourself?”

He nods. “I promise to learn how to cook!”

“I look forward to it, Lev-san.” You say with a smile. His returning smile and the shine in his eyes lets you know that he will not stop until he has made you proud.

[ Lev’s Bento: He carried it into the room with very slow and deliberate steps and his tongue poking out between his lips in concentration. You could tell he was very concerned about disturbing the contents. The bento box was made up of three sections stacked on top of one another and had a cat face design on the top, a collar with a bell on the middle, and a tail and paw print on the base. Inside the top section is a Russian tea sandwich with cold deli meat, cucumbers, cheese, and mayonnaise. The second section has vegetables and seaweed flavored crackers shaped like fish. A delicate pasta salad filled the base with bits of egg, cucumbers, and ham mixed with the bowtie pasta. Though they were all things that required little in the way of actual cooking, you could tell the details of the cuts of the sandwich and the vegetables were done painstakingly. ]

[pocket-lilies]

Hiya! This is my first request so here I go! 🥺

May I request slight angst but mainly fluffy Hc’s of Hinata, Bokuto, and Iwaizumi with a reader that has a crush on them but she doesn’t want to confess since they’re passionate about volleyball and other things to be in a relationship and just waits for her crush on them to pass by?

She doesn’t act any different around them but there is a slight distance between her and them so she can get over them faster. The thing is they like her back and grow concerned if they did something to make her happy so they confront her but she simply tells them the truth with a soft smile accepting whatever rejection they have and wants to wish them the best.

Go crazy with how fluffy them accepting her feelings! ☺️💗💓💖💘

Hello! Sorry this took a minute, but I finally managed to finish it! Unfortunately, I read this request wrong and I uh... ended up having the reader COMPLETELY avoid them. I only figured out I was wrong as I was drafting this up and I read that specific line. I hope it's ok T^T I'm really sorry!! - Pocket ♡

➺ Summary: You're in love with him, but his devotion to volleyball is too great. So you distance yourself, thinking he wouldn't mind. But he does, because he feels the same.

➺ Characters included: Shoyo Hinata, Kotaro Bokuto, and Hajime Iwaizumi

Accidental Confessions

❥ Shoyo Hinata

You had met Hinata in your first year at Karasuno. You had run into him in the hallway and there was just this air about you, he couldn’t help but wanna see you again. Over time, the two of you became really, really close. How could you NOT fall in love with him? He was a ball of excitement and his determination was amazing. He was the second shortest player on the team and yet he excelled beyond what anyone would imagine.

Here’s the thing: Hinata’s dream was to become a pro volleyball player and for that, he needed to put all his spare time into practice. He was at a disadvantage with his height, so he needed to work harder than the average player. Because of this, you knew you just couldn’t ruin this with your feelings. So, you kept quiet. Hoping that over time, the feelings would just… go away.

Well, they didn’t. It only got harder on you. Eventually, Hinata felt as if you’d just started drifting away. At first, Hinata just assumed you were busy with life, so he didn’t bother you too much but it started to get… annoying. Hinata noticed he wasn’t doing as well at practice as usual. His jumps were off, he couldn’t hit the ball-missing them half of the time- and he just wasn’t performing the way he normally does. It took him a minute to link this all to you. You disappearing on him was a huge distraction and he planned on confronting you about it.

“(y/n).” You froze as you heard a very familiar voice calling out to you. You slowly turned around to face your orange-haired friend.

“H-Hinata! Hello!” You tried to act as if nothing was wrong, thinking of any excuse to leave. But Hinata wasn’t having it. He was here for one reason.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“What? I’m not. I’m just busy.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know when my best friend’s upset.” You physically cringed at the title and it wasn’t unnoticed by Hinata. It all sorta hit him right there. You weren’t texting him back, you wouldn’t pick up his calls half of the time, you repeatedly declined to watch him practice and even attend some games, you were physically avoiding him, and now you cringe when being called his friend? You just didn’t like him anymore, did you?

At the thought, Hinata’s heart squeezed painfully and he found it hard to breathe somehow. A million reasons flew through his head as to why you possibly didn’t like him or what to be around him, but none of them seemed plausible. You just weren’t the type of person to up and walk away.

Finally, after many moments of being silent, Hinata spoke. His voice was shaky and uncertain, but now that he finally had you in front of him, he wanted to deal with this problem at once.

“You… don’t want to be friends. I-I understand but I’m sorry for whatever I did! I’ll fix it I swea-”

“NO!” Hinata flinched and tensed immediately, his eyes finally meeting yours, causing guilt to flow through you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I don’t… want to stop being friends. I just… can’t.” Those words felt like knives against his chest.

“Wh-why?” It was your turn to look away with sad eyes. A pitiful smile made its way onto your lips and you spoke just loud enough for him to hear you.

“Because I love you. More than a friend should love another. But I can’t get in the way of your happiness- your dreams. I can’t be the one to hold you back so I have to stop. These feelings have to go away so I can be the best supportive friend I can be! I want to see you-” your sentence came to an abrupt end when you felt Hinata pull you into his arms.

“Do you mean it?” His voice had hope, more than it did earlier. His arms were so tight around you, it was hard to breathe, but at the same time, you didn’t want him to let go. He was never this affectionate with you.

“What?”

“Did you mean it when you said you loved me?”

“Of course! Why would I lie?” Hinata’s arms loosened and he pulled away from you a little, but not completely- he couldn't be away from you, not right now. Your eyes met his and your cheeks turned red under his loving, adoring gaze.

“I love you too. Please don’t try to get rid of those feelings. You’re not standing in my way… if anything, you’re like a bridge. When I’m around you, I do better. So please… stay with me. I want to reach the top with you at my side.”

❥ Kotaro Bokuto

You were actually Bokuto’s fan, but he didn’t know you. You always attended all of Fukurodani’s games (seeing as how you were a student there) and Bokuto was your favorite. It was nothing serious, nothing like now. One day, you had a message from your teacher for the volleyball coach and you offered to go deliver it. You had given the coach the message and were on your way out when a ball smacked the back of your head, sending you tumbling down. It was one of Bokuto’s spikes bouncing off the ground and hitting you. He apologized profusely and well… stuck to you like glue ever since.

It was inevitable that you were going to fall for Bokuto. He was funny, cheerful, undeterred, and just… so your type. You didn’t realize how bad it was until the day Akaashi was teasing him. The dark-haired boy claimed that Bokuto would never get a girlfriend in his current state to which Bokuto said: “who needs a girlfriend? My one and only true love is volleyball!” The ache in your chest was… unbearable. You made an excuse and left as quickly as you could. That’s right… Bokuto’s devotion to volleyball wasn’t something you could counter.

So, you started to avoid him. The best way to get rid of your feelings so that you two could be friends again was to not be around him. Once those romantic feelings disappeared, you’d find some way to become friends with him again. Bokuto QUICKLY took notice of your disappearing act. He tried EVERY WAY he could to spend time with you. Studying, doing homework together, going to his practice, going to the park, “accidentally” running into you when you went shopping with friends- there’s a lot he did. But you slipped away anyway. But one day, he finally managed to corner you… in your own house.

“What do you want?” You asked, looking away from him. Bokuto wasn’t one to do dumb stuff like this. But there was an air of desperation around him, one you didn’t see often… or ever, actually.

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asked, without wasting time. You only looked away, ready to deny the statements but he was one step ahead of you. “Don’t lie and say you’re busy. No matter what, you would always find time for me. Even if you had homework or studying to do, you’d come to practice or invite me to your house or come to mine. You always found time. So what’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just find it easier to study by myself.”

“But we’re always-”

“Just drop it Bokuto!” He flinched and sent you a wounded look. You immediately felt guilty and sighed, gently touching his arm. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. I have no excuse.” Bokuto nodded as his eyes fell to the ground, tears starting to pool. He shakily took your hand and moved it off of his before taking a step back.

“It’s ok. I think… I get it. I’m a little too much, Akaashi always warns me about it but I just… never listen. I guess I’ll finally understand now.” You weren’t entirely sure what he was talking about, but from the look on his face, you didn’t have a very good feeling.

“Bokuto?”

“Don’t worry!” He forced a smile on his face and it was so painfully obvious that it wasn’t real. Your heart ached at the sight and you reached out towards him once more, but he shook his head as he took a step back. “I’ll leave you alone now.”

You caught a tear trailing down his cheeks as he turned his back towards you and started walking to your door. Out of fear that he was going to disappear from your life, your body moved on its own. You ran towards him and wrapped your arms around his slim figure.

“I LOVE YOU!” You felt him physically tense in your arms, but you were too scared to let go. Too scared that you might lose your only opportunity to confess. “I… I’ve loved you for so long. I’ve attended all of your games and I could only hope you’d look my way, but you never did. Then… that day you hit me in the head, you’d finally looked at me. I didn’t realize how strongly I would start to feel for you one day. But I can’t stand in your way. You told us how much you love volleyball… I can’t take that away from you.” Your words died down and you felt the embarrassment seep in. You had been trying to hide that from him this entire goddamn time! How could you just tell him?!

Your arms loosened and slowly started to fall, but before they could completely leave Bokuto, he grabbed them and tugged you in. You were pressed against his back as he hugged your arms to his chest.

“I… said that because he knows.” He started in a quiet voice.

“What?”

“Akaashi knows… how I feel about you.” Bokuto finally turned around in your arms and looked down at you. “He was saying that while staring at you. I was scared he would out me… so I lied and said that I didn’t need anyone and that I only loved volleyball. The truth is… I love you too. Ever since we became friends, I’ve had this weird connection to you. I can’t help but want to be around you or want to impress you. It was weird at first, but Akaashi called me out on it so fast. You know…” Bokuto started as he moved forward, causing you to move back until you hit the wall behind you. He trapped you in as he leaned down, his lips barely a few inches away from yours. “There are days where all I want to do is wrap my arms around you and hold you all day long. There’s one thing- and one thing only- that I love more than volleyball.”

“What?” You asked in a small voice, even though you were painfully aware of the answer.

“You.”

❥ Hajime Iwaizumi

You had met Iwaizumi in your first year at Aoba Johsai. You two became quick friends and you were soon introduced to Oikawa. You spent a lot of time with the two, attending their games and practices, so it was hard to not fall in love with him. You did your best to hide your feelings and Oikawa, unknowingly, actually helped with that by flirting with you. He flirted so much that Iwaizumi would never pay attention to you giving him loving looks. You weren’t sure if Oikawa knew, but you didn’t mind. You know Oikawa wasn’t the type of person to just tell.

There were many reasons you didn’t want to confess, but the main one was his devotion to the sport. Whether or not this is what he wanted to do for the rest of his life, currently, he wanted to excel in volleyball. Who were you to stand in the way of that? So, you came up with your “genius” plan. If you wanted to stand by Iwaizumi and support him and his hobby, you had to stop being so desperately in love. This meant you couldn’t spend as much time with him as you wanted. This would eventually calm your feelings, right?

WRONG. No, it didn’t! In fact, you felt even more miserable than usual! You did your best to avoid both Oikawa and Iwaizumi as much as possible. You repeatedly canceled plans, would literally hide from them in the hallways, declined calls, or pretended you were busy, any and every excuse you could muster. Both Oikawa and Iwaizumi picked up on it pretty quickly and made it a goal to talk to you. They tried VERY HARD. Oikawa burst into your class and demanded to talk to you, making all the girls swoon. Iwaizumi cornered you in the cafeteria but you managed to get away. Both of them tried to stop you after school but you booked it to your friend’s house and they had practice. It’s safe to say they were both hurt that you didn’t even want to talk about it. Iwaizumi’s mood took a turn for the worse. He was quieter than usual, sadder, and was off in his own mind. Oikawa was angry at you for letting this happen. So, he devised a plan; he was going to get answers. They deserved better.

So, as per his plan, Oikawa managed to trap you in the halls after school. No one was around, so he was free to question you. He was angry and you had to admit, you were a little afraid. Being alone with a guy that was six feet tall also didn’t help.

“Wh-what do you want, Oikawa?”

“Oh, now it’s ‘Oikawa’? What happened to Tooru? Let me guess, you’re back to calling Iwa-chan, Iwaizumi?” It was evident that he was very upset and you just wanted to escape. But at the same time, you were pretty sure it was your fault.

“I’m busy, please move.”

“No. Not until you answer me. If you tell me what the hell is going on, then I’ll leave you alone. I’ll never bother you again.”

“I’ve just been really busy, ok? I have a life too, you know.”

“Oh come on, don’t even start with that. Look, I don’t care how you treat me, but how dare you hurt Iwaizumi?”

“What? I didn’t do anything!”

“No? You didn’t just abandon us? Without a word, might I add.”

“I’ve just been busy, dumbass! I just told you that!” Oikawa’s gaze hardened as he stalked towards you, making you quickly back away and hit the wall behind you.

“Don’t lie to me, (l/n).” Oh wow, you really didn’t like it when he used your last name. It felt so weird. “No matter what, we’ve always found time for each other. You would literally call us and fall asleep on us just so you could talk to us for a minute. Do you think we’re dumb? Do you think we’re just gonna accept this? If you don’t like us or want to be friends, then just say it to our faces! Stop being such a coward!” Oikawa was never like this with you, he was always so… flirty and kind. He never yelled at you like this and it made you wonder just how much Iwaizumi had been hurting for him to become this way.

“I… I’m sorry…” you whispered, looking down as the tears pooled in your eyes.

“What?”

“I can’t… be around him.”

“Around Iwa-chan?” You nodded as you sniffled, finally looking up and meeting Oikawa’s eyes. He was surprised by the look in your eyes and took a step back.

“I love him,” a small gasp escaped Oikawa’s lips as he tensed, “I love him so much it hurts. But I can’t! I don’t want to stand in his way! He wants to get better at volleyball and he can’t do that if I demand all of his spare time. He needs it all… so he can’t give it to me. I-” your words came to a halt when Oikawa pressed his hand to your mouth. His eyes were wide with horror as he slowly turned around. Your eyes followed him and you watched as Iwaizumi moved away from the corner and stood in your vision. His eyes were wide too.

“I-I didn’t… I swear I didn’t know.” Oikawa mumbled as he backed away. He didn’t mean to make you confess! He just wanted you to admit you didn’t want to be friends with them.

“I-is it true?” Iwaizumi asked, slowly walking towards you. His movements were so hesitant and cautious as if he were trying to make sure this wasn’t a dream. Every cell in your body begged you to say no. They begged you to lie and run. You couldn’t ruin this anymore, but your mind… just didn’t listen.

“Yes. But I can’t ruin you-”

“NO!” Iwaizumi yelled, stopping a short distance away from you. “You’re not ruining anything! I-I feel the same! I’ve loved you for a while and I was just… scared. I thought you liked him.” He said, pointing to Oikawa, making you shake your head.

“N-no! I just… his flirting distracted you, so I let him go on with it.” Oikawa sighed in relief, a little worried that you may have liked him since he knew about Iwaizumi’s feelings for you. Thankfully, you didn’t and this made him just a little happy. He only flirted with you to tease Iwaizumi- which worked out at times but you barely took notice.

“Then… you love me too. Then… we can be together.” Iwaizumi touched his chest as he breathed out, his heart beating much faster than anticipated. You nodded, accepting the idea of being with him, and watching as a smile spread to his face. You loved him back and it made him happier than he could imagine. Within a second he was in front of you and his arms were around your frame, holding you as close as he could.

You hugged back, letting the emotions you’d tried to bury flow freely. You held each other tightly, coming to terms with the fact that your relationship wouldn’t end. No, your relationship would last a long time and that made you so happy.

Until Oikawa hugged you both, sniffling. Iwaizumi turned and glared at him for a moment.

“I just realized,” your boyfriend started, “you KNEW I liked (y/n)... so why the hell did you continue flirting with her?”

“Oh, cuz it made you angry.”

“What?”

“Your face looks funny when you’re angry.”

“You’re dead.”

Oikawa’s screaming could be heard from the heavens that day. You tried to stop Iwaizumi, but he was just a little too fast.

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Missed Opportunities and a Happy Ending.

 I’m new to writing for these characters and I’ve only ever watched the anime. I don’t know much about the manga except for whatever is already confirmed, and floating around on here and on twitter. So if they seem OOC, I'm sorry. Also, I love Toru Oikawa with all my being. He’s my favorite from the anime. The little drama that happens between Y/N and Oikawa is just to add spice to the story, ok. 

 Warnings: a meddling Oikawa. Rooster head and the owl jumping on the meddling train too. 

 “R/C/N” Rugby Captain’s Name. (I didn’t know what name to give him.)

  “Y/F/N” Your friend’s name (Friend 1/2/3)

 Hajime Iwaizumi x Y/N

  “Ugh,” Oikawa groaned, closing his eyes and shifting his head from side to side to relieve the tension in his neck. “We don’t have any games until next season but we still have a lot to improve.” Oikawa said as he continued walking. It was only when he didn’t get a response from his best friend that he opened his eyes. “Iwa?” He turned to look behind him.

  Oikawa saw his best friend looking out towards the field. The cheerleaders were out there practicing later than usual, while the rugby team was gathering up the equipment they had used. Iwaizumi never had an interest in rugby so Oikawa knew there was one particular cheerleader he was staring at.

 Oikawa smirked to himself and went to stand by his best friend. “You’ve been crushing on her for the past year and a half, when are you going to ask her out?”

 “What are you talking about?” Iwaizumi muttered, walking again.

 “It’s not like you’re strangers. We’ve known her since middle school. I’m sure if you ask her out, she’ll say yes.” Oikawa continued, following after him.

 “It’s because I’ve known her since middle school that I don’t ask her out. I know I’m not her type.”

 Oikawa laughed at that. “You’re so helpless.”

 “You’re one to talk. Your girlfriend dumped you after a month.” Iwaizumi scoffed.

 “And I still have no idea what I did wrong.” Oikawa sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. There was a short pause. “Listen, Iwa, I know all those years of girls using you to get to me have shattered your confidence when it comes to dating-”

 “Do you want to get your ass kicked right now?” Iwaizumi practically yells.

 “I was actually going to give genuine advice.” Oikawa frowns. Iwaizumi calmed down and allowed Oikawa to continue. “Y/N is not like that. She really likes you. And I can prove it.” Iwaizumi stood there as Oikawa ran towards the entrance of the field and called out her name as loud as he could.

 “What are you doing?!” Iwaizumi chased after him. He stopped next to Oikawa who was still smiling and waving like an idiot at her until she noticed them. He could see her more clearly now but she was still far away. Iwaizumi saw the grin on her face when she spotted the pair and waved back. Thinking this was it to Oikawa’s plan, Iwa waved back. “Great,” he remarked sarcastically, “she waved at us. Now let's go.” He shoved him.

 “Five minutes!” Y/N yelled back, while holding up her hand. Without a word, Oikawa grabbed Iwa by the back of his jacket and led him towards the bleachers.

“What the hell are you doing? This isn’t funny.” Iwaizumi still followed and sat down on the bleacher.

 “It’s getting late. We can’t let her walk home alone.” Oikawa calmly explained. “Well at least I’m not going to let her.” He looked at Iwaizumi from the corner of his eye to look at his reaction. Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed. He visibly relaxed, silently agreeing with Oikawa.

 If Iwa wasn’t going to take direct advice from him, then he was just going to take matters into his own hands and give him one big shove. He was going to get Y/N and Iwaizumi together, no matter what. For a price, of course.

 Oikawa looked forward again, “you know,” he began, “Y/N really does look cute in that uniform. I wonder how good she’d look in one of our volleyball jerseys.”

 Iwaizumi’s face flushed red. First from the thought of her in his jersey, then jealousy from Oikawa’s comment before that. “You shit head!” He yelled lunging at his friend.

 “I was just kidding!” Oikawa screamed, holding his arms out to keep Iwaizumi at a distance.

 “You goofballs.” Someone laughed. Iwaizumi slowly turned to look over his shoulder. There she was looking down at them with one hand on her hip and in her uniform. Oikawa was right. She did look good in that uniform. But now the image of her in his jersey was something he wanted to make a reality. “Thanks for waiting.” She smiled, ignoring the fact they were just fighting seconds ago.

 “Absolutely.” Oikawa beamed, pushing the dumbfounded Iwaizumi off of him. “What kind of friends would we be if we let you walk home alone.” Oikawa walked around his best friend, throwing an arm over her shoulder and giving her his signature smile. “Cutie.” He booped her nose.

 Y/N laughed at that and softly shook her head, allowing Oikawa to lead the way. Iwaizumi stood up and dusted himself off. Out of all the crazy things Oikawa’s been doing lately, this was the craziest. Oikawa was always the center of attention of the two when it came to girls. It was easy for him to get a girl to swoon over him with just a smile.

 “Iwa-chan~.” He called over his shoulder, “aren’t you coming? I know it sucks being the third wheel but we can’t leave you behind either.”

 “Why you little.” he growled, gripping his bag, ready to throw it right at his friend’s head.

 Y/N removed Oikawa’s arm from around her shoulder, “You’re always picking on him, Toru!” She softly punched his side. Oikawa looked down at her surprised, but then laughed it off, rubbing where she had hit him. “How would you like it if we,” she grabbed Iwaizumi’s arm and pulled him closer to her, “made you feel like the third wheel?”

 Iwaizumi’s eyes darted down to where her arms were wrapped around his. She was always grabbing on to him, leaning on him or touching him in any kind of way, so he was used to it. But for some reason, this particular action followed by her words made him feel all warm inside. “Let’s go.” Iwaizumi’s feet started moving as she pulled him along.

 Oikawa sneakily winked at Iwaizumi when his friend walked ahead of him. “I didn’t mean it. Please come back.” Oikawa begged. By the look on his face though, he wasn’t much too worried about it. In fact, he looked like he had accomplished a difficult feat.

What the hell is he planning? Iwaizumi thought.

 “Who the hell are you kidding?” Y/N looked over her shoulder at him, laughing. “Come on, dork. I don’t want to get home too late.” She stopped and waited for Oikawa to catch up and then proceeded to walk again once he did. “Practice kick your ass, too?” She sighs, resting her face on Iwaizumi’s bicep.

 He looked down at her with a small smirk. “No more than usual.” Iwaizumi said and softly ruffled the top of her head.

Boy, he bounces back fast. Oikawa thought to himself.

 Oikawa trekked along behind them, silently. This was his way of proving his point to Iwaizumi. The next phase of his plan was coming. He just needed to wait until the right moment.

 Y/N looked up and smiled at Iwaizumi as he talked to her about whatever it was; Oikawa didn’t care much to pay attention. Maybe it was his jealousy or the joy he got from watching his friends and how good they looked together. 

 Iwaizumi tilted his head and smiled down at her; but not any regular smile. This one was different, and Oikawa could just tell. Unintentionally, Oikawa pouted and turned his face to the side to look away.

 Jealousy. It was definitely jealousy. But this was for his best friend after all. One day of being excluded wasn’t going to kill him.

“I’ll catch you guys tomorrow.” Oikawa announces, walking in the opposite direction when they reached an intersection.

“Where are you going? The subway is this way.” Iwaizumi stopped and turned to yell at him.

 Oikawa smiled to himself and proceeded to walk, “I forgot I have plans with someone.” He lied. “Bye~.” He waved at them without turning back.

 “He’s such a liar.” Y/N giggled. “Better get him home before he gets lost.” She tried to hold back her yawn, but failed. Iwaizumi looked down at her. Even though she had told him to go after Toru, she was still holding on to his arm. He softly pat the top of her head and held her closer to him.

“Let’s get you home first. It’s getting late.”

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 “How did it go? Did you finally ask her out?” Oikawa asked with a huge smile on his face when he sat down at their usual lunch table.

 “You asshole. I knew you ditched us on purpose!” He reached over, gripping Oikawa’s shirt collar. Oikawa rolled his eyes and removed Iwaizumi’s grip on his school uniform. Iwaizumi took a minute to cool down before answering Oikawa’s question. “I was going to,” he admitted, “but I didn’t.”

 “After I set it up for you? Are you kidding me?” Oikawa couldn’t help but be offended.

 “It wasn’t my fault.” Iwaizumi argued. “That jerk from the rugby team was outside her house waiting for her.”

“So?”

“What do you mean ‘so’?” Irritation evident in his voice and face now.  “He was supposed to drive her home after practice. He even had her bags.”

 Oikawa dramatically sighed, “You’re missing the point, Iwa. Who cares if he was supposed to drive her home. She chose to walk home with you.”

“She didn’t have a choice. We ambushed her after practice and you lied about having other plans. She had no other choice but to walk with me.” Iwaizumi internally cringed. The way he said it, he was obviously trying to convince himself of that fact. Obviously Oikawa would notice his blatant lie.

 Oikawa shook his head at his best friend in pure disappointment. Iwa rolled his eyes and continued to eat his lunch. “Scaredy cat.” Oikawa muttered under his breath. He got up from the table with his food and left. Iwazumi growled under his breath, his grip on his utensils tightening. He didn’t want to admit it, but Oikawa was right.

 She had no interest in the captain of the rugby team. The entire time she spoke with him, she never let go of Iwaizumi. She politely thanked him and sent him on his way. But Iwaizumi’s fear of rejection got the better of him. Even after seeing her smile falter when all he did was say good night, he couldn’t work the courage back up.

“Maybe we can make this a daily routine.” She had said to him. “You’re really comfortable to sleep on on the subway.” She laughed. Iwaizumi’s right shoulder suddenly felt heavy as he remembered the memory.

She sat down close to him, her leg touching his. He had pulled out a book to read just to pass time, since she was so tired, and Y/N rested her head on his shoulder. At first he thought she was reading along with him. But in the reflection of the window he could see her eyes were shut. She had used his shoulder as a pillow and Iwaizumu loved the sight of it. Just her, snuggled up close to him, and resting.

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 The following two weeks Oikawa didn’t bring the subject up again. But the two of them continued to walk her home after practice. Oikawa, making up little reasons to leave them alone every now and again. And each time, Iwaizumi chickened out when he was about to ask her out.

 Her arm would brush against his, or her hand against his, and she would drift closer to Iwa as they walked together, just the two of them. He wanted so badly to hold her hand or pull her in closer to him but he was too embarrassed, so he didn’t. Instead, he offered to carry her bags. If he had his hands full then he wouldn’t feel so much like an idiot (scaredy cat).

 Today wasn’t supposed to be any different. They were going to meet her by the lockers and walk her home. That was the plan. Just like all the other days. But she didn’t go back to the locker room after practice. She wasn’t even on the field either.

Iwaizumi pulled out his cellphone ready to call her, when he heard her laugh coming from ahead. He looked up and saw her, sitting on a motorcycle and the captain of the rugby team standing in front of her, laughing as well.

“Well, that’s unexpected.” Oikawa said under his breath. He glanced over at Iwaizumi and noticed how he made himself look taller and balled his hands into fists. “Violence doesn't look good on you, Iwa.” he smirked. Iwaizumi didn’t respond but he did react. He took in a few calming breaths and relaxed his hands. “Y/N.” Oikawa smiled.

“Hey,” She smiled at Iwaizumi first then at Oikawa. Iwaizumi’s jealousy and anger diminished when he saw her smile. “You remember, R/C/N, right?”

 R/C/N extended his hand out to greet the other boys. Iwaizumi squeezed the rugby captain’s hand, harder than he normally did when greeting someone, “What’s up, man.” R/C/N returned the smile and pulled his hand back. “We good?” He looked at Y/N.

 “We’re fine.” She answered. “I’ll see you at the game tomorrow.” She told the other boy. He only nodded and watched as the trio walked away. Iwazumi’s jealousy got the best of him and he couldn’t stop himself from asking what happened while grabbing her gym bag from her. “Nothing, really. Both of our practices were cancelled.” She replied. “It was just a coincidence we were both waiting.” She walked in between them.

“Waiting?” He asked.

“He’s waiting for his girlfriend.” She replies. “And since we’ve been walking home together,” he nudged the two boys with her elbows, “I thought why not wait with him.” She shrugged.

 Iwaizumi began feeling a mixture of emotions. He was happy that she had waited for them but he was still jealous that she had been waiting with R/C/N the entire time. And he was feeling a little embarrassed as well. He knows she doesn’t like R/C/N in that way and there was no need for him to almost break his hand. Although R/C/N didn’t seem to be fazed by it.

 “It’s been a long day.” She stretched her arms up in the air and let out a short yawn. Iwaizumi was prepared for her to cling on to his arm to rest her head. But instead of grabbing his arm, she grabbed Oikawa’s. Oikawa looked down at her, completely shocked.

 Iwaizumi was unsure how to react. Should he be mad at Oikawa even though he didn’t do anything? Did he really wait too long to ask her out and now she was into Oikawa? None of the answers to those questions satisfied Iwaizumi.

 Oikawa, taking advantage of the situation, smiled and slowly reached over to pat her head. Iwaizumi caught the movement from the corner of his eye and caught his wrist mid-air to stop him. Y/N’s head turned to the side to look at Iwaizumi, Oikawa snatching his arm back before she could notice.

 “Is it heavy?” She asks. Iwaizumi stared at her, confused. “My bag.” She pointed down at it. He looked down to where she was pointing and quickly realized he had unintentionally hit her with her own bag when he grabbed Oikawa’s wrist. “I kind of snapped the strap on my bookbag.” She laughed softly, as if embarrassed to admit it. “So all of my books and stuff are shoved in there with my gym clothes, too. Maybe I should just carry it. Your shoulders still probably hurt. I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think-” She reached for her gym bag but Iwaizumi stopped her.

“It’s fine. It’s not heavy at all.” He told her. “And my shoulder is fine. It was nothing.” He rolls his shoulder to prove it to her. She gave him a small, thankful smile and leaned against Oikawa again. He glanced down at her gym bag. Iwaizumi couldn’t even tell that it had gotten heavier. Then it dawned on him. Is that why she didn’t lean on him this time? With the weight of the bag and her holding on to him, was she afraid of hurting his shoulder? He didn’t even injure it, it was just sore from the new workout routine. He couldn’t believe she remembered that.

 Iwaizumi smiled to himself. She didn’t lean on Oikawa because she liked him, she just didn’t want to accidentally hurt him. He gently placed his hand on the top of her head, softly ruffling her hair and she turned to look at him with a bright (albeit tired) smile.

 “Do you want us to go with you tomorrow or should we just meet you there?” Oikawa asked, pulling her attention to him.

 “I’ll see you over there.” She replied. “I told Y/F/N I would help her get ready.”

 “What’s happening tomorrow?” Iwaizumi asked. Oikawa and Y/N stopped in their tracks. “What?” He asked, stopping as well.

“The first rugby match of the season is tomorrow.” Y/N replied, offended. “You said you were gonna go. How could you forget?”

“Seriously, Iwa. She’s been talking about it nonstop. She helped come up with the new routine that she’s so excited for us to watch.” Oikawa joined in.

“I didn’t forget.” Iwa defended himself.

Y/N looked up at Oikawa. “Drag him there if you have to.” She tells him.

“I plan to.” Oikawa smiled, mischievously.

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 Iwaizumi and Oikawa took their seats on the bleachers. Luckily, for Oikawa he didn’t have to drag Iwa. He was ready to go and standing outside Oikawa’s place before he even called him.

Oikawa made sure they had gotten there early, so they could get the best seats. Front and center. Iwaizumi looked around. The bleachers were practically entirely empty, save for a few of the parents and some students from the photography club.

 “It’s still early.” Oikawa told him. “There should be more people coming,” a mischievous smirk slowly appeared on Oikawa’s lips, “I hear most of the spectators are boys from other schools who only come to these games to watch the cheerleaders.” Iwaizumi slowly turned his head, deadly eyes staring right at Oikawa. Oikawa gulped, “Ok, Iwa-chan. No more jokes.” He waved his hands in surrender.

 As time passed, Iwaizumi noticed what Oikawa had said was true. More people had shown up, mostly students and families from their school. They all sat together and the visiting school’s family and friends sat in the bleachers on the opposite side of the field.

 It was definitely a bigger audience than they had at their own games. The little green monster within Iwaizumi was starting to reveal itself. All these people were going to see you perform in the cheerleading outfit he loved so much.

He groaned to himself, rubbing his face with his hands. Don’t be jealous, you idiot. He thought to himself. You don’t even have the guts to ask her out.

“Hey hey hey!” “Oika’a!”

 Iwaizumi dragged his hands down his face. He should’ve seen this coming. Oikawa meddling, practically pushing him to ask Y/N out was one thing. He could handle that. But Oikawa plus Bokuto and Kuroo - he was going to explode.

Kuroo sat down on the other side of Iwaizumi. He put an arm over his shoulders and smiled smugly at him, “Hey, Hajime. Excited to watch the game?”

“Game?” Bokuto asked. “I thought we were here to-” Oikawa covered Bokuto’s mouth before he could finish that sentence.

 “Not even trying to be discreet about it, huh?” Iwa looked over at Kuroo, slightly irritated. “I hope Kenma gave you an earful about how shitty you’re all being.”

 “No clue what you’re talking about.” Kuroo removed his arm from Iwa and looked out towards the field. “Just here to watch a good game of rugby.”

 “You don’t even want to know what Akaashi said.” Bokuto laughed and sat on the other side of Kuroo.

 Oikawa avoided making eye contact with Iwaizumi. Smart idea. Iwaizumi seemed to be collected on the outside but he was practically fuming on the inside. The announcer’s voice came on the speaker as they introduced the two teams, the captains, the coaches and the start of the game.

 Iwaizumi was focused on the game, allowing himself to calm down and ultimately forgetting about Oikawa, Bokuto and Kuroo. For a while. 

 Cheers came from one side of the bleachers and the cheerleading team came out running onto the track, waving their pom poms in the air. Y/N was the sixth in the line. She stopped right in front of Iwaizumi, where she felt she could see him the best and smiled up at him. He blushed slightly. With all the people around him, her eyes were only on him.

“Y/N!” Oikawa yelled. Suddenly, him, Kuroo, and Bokuto jumped up and lifted their shirts up to reveal their abs. On their bodies they had each written a word to make out, We love Y/N.

He’s gonna die. I’m going to kill him. Was written all over Iwaizumi’s face.

 Y/N’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open, slightly. A nudge from the girl next to her and she was brought back to reality. She waved at the boys, forcing her embarrassed smile to look more genuine. She didn’t look in their direction again after that.

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 The game was over in an instant; Aoba Johsai winning by a landslide. The four boys were waiting for Y/N by the gate. Iwaizumi was a little relieved with the fact that the three assholes haven’t tried anything after their fiasco. And now that the game was over, he wasn’t going to have to deal with any of their nonsense from here on out. At least that’s what he could’ve hoped for.

 Y/N walked up to them along with three other girls, who were (kind of) hiding behind her. She was wearing casual clothes now. A sight Iwaizumi rarely saw. He could feel his heart leap in his chest. She looked beautiful.

“Hey guys.” She smiled, but it was small and it was gone in a flash. “These are my friends. F/1, F/2 and F/3. This is Hajime, Toru, Kuroo, and Kotaro.” She pointed at each of the boys when she introduced them. The girls blushed when they shyly greeted the boys.

“Y/N,” Bokuto smiled, “That routine was great.” He complimented.

“You really killed it out there.” Kuroo added. “You all did.” He smiled at Y/N’s friends.

“I’m surprised she was able to concentrate after what you did.” F/1 laughed. “If I had my own fans like all of you I most likely would’ve botched.”

“Seriously, Y/N. You’re so lucky you have the hottest guys in the prefecture cheering you on.” F/3 added with a wink.

 Y/N scratched the back of her head, politely smiling. “Yeah.. lucky me.” She replied. But to Iwaizumi it was obvious she did not feel that way. “Anyway, should we get going? I’m starving.” Y/N’s friends followed after the three boys and Y/N stayed behind to walk alongside Iwaizumi.

There was something off about her. She kept her gaze down and she was holding her hands in front of her. She even maintained the space between her and Iwaizumi. He could tell something was wrong. “Do you want to go somewhere else? To eat?” She didn’t even look at him when she asked.

 Iwa didn’t fully process the reason for her question, before saying, “No. It’s ok. I’m not that hungry.”

 Y/N mouthed a small ‘oh’. 

 They continued walking behind the others in silence for a while. “I’m glad they were able to join us last minute,” she said about her friends. “I didn’t know Kuroo and Kotaro were coming.”

 “It was a shock to me, too.” Iwaizumi grumbled. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, anger rising inside him again.

 Oikawa looked over his shoulder and Iwaizumi could swear he had just glared at him. Oikawa stopped walking and turned around while the others kept walking on ahead. When Iwaizumi and Y/N were close enough, Oikawa smiled. “You’re not mad at us, are you, Y/N?” He lowered himself so he could be eye level with her. She slowly lifted her head, glaring at him.

 Y/N had no words. She only slapped Oikawa across the face. Even though she was angry at him, she couldn’t bring herself to slap him full force. But she made sure it hurt. “You idiot. That was so embarrassing!”

 He stepped back, his smile now gone, unexpecting that kind of reaction from her. Iwaizumi looked on as well. She was biting her lip and fighting hard to keep herself from crying. Too dumb to realize why it was embarrassing, Y/N reached into her gym bag, grabbing a fistful of folded up and crumpled paper along with other things and slapped them onto Oikawa’s hand. “Most of these were given to me in person. Some of them were sent to be given to me.”

 Oikawa looked at the notes in his hands. Iwaizumi grabbed a few and looked at them as well. They had phone numbers along with names written on them. Some even added notes, like ‘call me’, ‘you’re hot’, and ‘let’s have a good time.’

 “I’m going home.” Y/N’s words made him look at her. She wasn’t staring at either of them. “I’ll see you guys later.” She walked around Oikawa. 

 Oikawa wanted to go after her and apologize. He didn’t mean for that to happen, he just wanted Iwaizumi to grow his balls back. When he turned, Iwaizumi grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back to stop him.

“You’ve done enough.” He told him.

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 Iwaizumi couldn’t go to sleep without knowing if she was going to be ok or not. After teaching Oikawa a lesson, he made his way to her house. He had texted her to make sure it was alright and she told him to let himself in.

 He opened her bedroom door to find her lying down, wrapped in her blanket like a burrito. He stripped himself of his jacket and sat down behind her. He wanted to come make sure she was ok but he couldn’t even open his mouth to ask.

 “I’m such an asshole!” She broke the silence, startling Iwaizumi. He took a second to process her words.

 “Huh?!” He rolled her so she was facing him. “Why are you an asshole?!” She didn’t do anything wrong, at least not that he’s seen.

 “I slapped Toru really hard.” She pouted. He looked at her in disbelief. Was she really upset because she slapped Oikawa and not because of what he did? “I didn’t mean it.” She continued. “It’s not like it was his fault. He didn’t know. This is all my fault,” she turned away from Iwa, “I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.”

 “Hold on,” Iwaizumi pulled her to turn her his way again, “Toru got what he deserved. And what do you mean it’s your fault? Kept your mouth shut about what?”

 Y/N unraveled herself out of the blanket and sat up. “If I tell you, will you promise not to laugh? Or think I’m weird or anything crazy like that?” Iwaizumi nodded.

“Ok, well,” she looked down at her hands, nervously, “there was this guy on the team. He kept asking me out and I turned him down each time but he just wasn’t getting the picture. Just to get him off my back, R/C/N agreed to drive me home after practice that day and just pretend to like me or whatever. This was before him and his girlfriend were official. But then you and Toru showed up and walked me home and then R/C/N showed up at my house the same night and he thought it would be a better idea if he were to just tell the other guy that he saw you walking me home and it’s better for him to just back off and leave me alone, right? So he really believed we were dating, and then that news spread and a lot of the other students believed it too. And I don’t know, I just really loved the fact that everyone believed that you were my boyfriend and I didn’t want them to think otherwise so I didn’t say anything. But then those idiots went off and pulled off that stunt and everyone thought you broke up with me and I was just trying to make you jealous. Rebound..y’know.”

She had spat everything out so fast, Iwaizumi was still hearing her words long after she had stopped talking.

“And I just really loved the fact everyone believed you were my boyfriend.” She really loved that? He was so scared of getting rejected and this whole time she accepted him as a boyfriend. A pretend one, but still.

 She was staring at him. Waiting for his reaction. Waiting for his words. Waiting for something but he remained still and quiet. Taking that as a bad sign, Y/N’s face had gone from nervous to full blown mortified.

“Oh my Gosh! That was so stupid of me.” She brought her hands up to cover her face, shying away from Iwaizumi. “I would understand if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore. It was stupid of me to do that.” She said into her hands.

“Are you serious?” Iwaizumi grabbed her wrists, bringing her hands down from her face. She closed her eyes and turned away from him. “I was too scared to ask you out and this whole time we’ve been dating?” Y/N whipped her head to stare at him. He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t looking at her like she was crazy, he wasn’t even embarrassed either. He was looking at her with wide eyes, like he was surprised. “Will you take me back?”

 Y/N tilted her in confusion, but she couldn’t hold back her sudden laughter. Iwaizumi laughed along with her. He couldn’t tell if it was a joyous laughter or one of relief but he was just happy that he was able to make her feel better and confess to her at the same time.

“I was expecting something more extravagant but, yeah, I guess i’ll take you back.” Her laughter slowly dying down. 

 “I’m serious. I want to do this right.”

“Hajime,” she sighs, gently pulling him to lay down with her and wrapped her arms around one of his. “You could paint it all over my face and my answer would still be yes.” A short pause. “I’m not saying you can do it.” She warned him.

 “Don’t tell Oikawa just yet.” Y/N looked up at Iwaizumi for further explanation. “Assholes gotta learn his lesson. He can’t embarrass my girl like that and get away with it. Not yet.”

“Hajime,” she said sternly, lifting herself up to sit up to look down at him. Iwaizumi had his eyes closed and pulled her down gently to lay down again. “What did you do?” She returned to her previous position.

“Nothing too bad.” He ruffled the top of your head. “Just that I wasn’t going to talk to him until he made up with you.” He smirked.

“Hajime Iwaizumi!” She shot up and softly pushed against his chest. He sat up laughing. “That is so mean. He’s probably going through it right now.” She reached over Iwaizumi, for her phone that was on the bedside table behind him. Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around her abdomen and pulled her back and placed her under him.

“What are you doing?” She tried to push him away but he didn’t move.

“Just a couple of days.” he tells her. “He’ll be fine.” He flopped back on to his side of the bed and opened his arms, “you’ve slept on my arm and my shoulder so far.. But right here is more comfortable.”

 Y/N grabbed the blanket pulling it over them as she laid down on Iwaizumi’s chest, snuggling up to him, frowning the whole time. “It is.” She gave in. Iwaizumi wrapped his arms around her, plating a soft kiss on the top of her head.

[haikyuu-drabble]

Can you do number 10 (in laws come to vist) or 18 (breaking in new matress) with tsukishima or iwaizumi.

thank you for requesting! 

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iwaizumi x reader | Test run

word count: 376

You and your fiancé were finally moving into your apartment today. Today was one of the many days that you were glad that he was as strong as he was since the both of you decided to skip out on hiring movers. He was carrying one of the last boxes inside, and he said, “I think that’s the last of it.

He placed it on the ground, and you ripped the tape off the box, “Hajime, next time I want to online shop, please, stop me.”

“As if that could stop you.” he scoffed.

You looked around your apartment that was scattered with random things and half unpacked boxes. You smiled at Iwaizumi, “All that’s left is the mattress delivery, and we can finally sleep here tonight!”

You and Hajime were unpacking the boxes for the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Hajime stood up, “That’s probably the mattress.

He headed to the door, and you continued to unpack the cutlery. Hajime helped direct the delivery men to the bedroom, and as soon as they dropped off your mattress, Iwaizumi let them out the front door. When the door was finally shut, you excitedly squealed at Iwaizumi, “Race you to the bedroom!”

Both of you dropped what you were doing and ran into the bedroom. Right as you were about to jump on the bed, Iwaizumi grabbed you by the waist, “I don’t think so!”

You were laughing, trying to pry his hands off of you, “This is cheating!”

The two of you ended up falling onto the mattress, and through your laughter, you said, “If you hadn’t grabbed me, I totally would have won!”

Iwaizumi beamed at you, “You had a head start!”

When the two of you finally calmed down, you smiled, “So, what’s your review of the new mattress?”

Iwaizumi rolled on his back, “It’s too soon to tell. We haven’t had a chance to sleep on it.”

You leaned your head on his chest and said, “We could take a break on packing and give it a test nap.”

Iwaiumi rolled over, so that he was hovering over you. He leaned closer to your face before smirking, “I have a better idea for a test run.”

“Oh, really?” you wrapped your arms around his neck and grinned, “You’re going to have to tell me all about it.”

[haiky-u-lously]

Soul Searching Comments-- Part 1

W/ Iwazumi Hajime

--Soulmate AU where each day a random sentence that the person has/would say shows up on the mate’s body.

Because of tumblr's weird mobile text limit, had to break this into 2 parts. So, here is part 1. Then click for Part 2

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[Your PV]

“Do you think you’re fighting by yourself?!” You read from your wrist out loud.

It had become your practiced ritual every day since you learned what the writing on your skin was. You would follow your wake-up routine and then check your body for the new statement of the day. Sometimes they were hilarious, sometimes sad, and sometimes worry-ing. But this time, you were more astonished. Lowkey wondering what could make your soulmate need to scream this out at someone.

“What was that (F/N)?” Your friend drowsily called from the other room.

You shook away the feelings currently flowing through your brain and went back to sit on the edge of their bed. “Oh nothing, just reading out the new comment. Have you found yours yet?”

You friend just sighed. She flew the comforter off her body and over your head and jumped up to run to the bathroom before you could retaliate. “Ah! Yes! It’s on my back today!” She exclaimed happily.

“And what does it say prey tell?” You asked, knowing she would tell you either way.

Opening the door, you saw she had started brushing her teeth and just held her shirt up for you to read yourself. You read out, “Could you teach me how to serve? Um…well…yea I don’t know what to say to that luv. Sorry.”

Your friend shrugged and closed the door behind herself, finishing her own wakeup routine.

[Months later]

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!” you heard being called from across the large gymnasium.

Turning towards the voice you saw your friend racing towards you and sent her a smile. “(B/F/N). What’s up?”

“I found him! My soulmate. He isn’t anything like we thought he would be, just a bit socially awkward since he is so much younger!” She yelped excitedly jumping up and down while latching her hands onto your own.

Her energy being contagious forced your own expression to grow into a wide grin that overtook your whole face, “Wow! I’m excited for you! Where is he?” You asked, looking over her shoulder to see if you could find a love-sick looking first or second year.

Kitagawa Daichi Junior high was a big school, so it made sense you would not have know everyone not in your grade, but to find out that your best friend’s soulmate was in your school was just to unreal, and you needed to see it for yourself.

“Oh yea, well… He actually doesn’t know yet.” She said sheepishly.

Raising your eyebrows at her questionably, she understood your unspoken questions and went on to explain.

“So, my comment today was something very very specific, right? And during the closing ceremony I overheard the volleyball team arguing and went to check it out. I mean how can I pass up getting the scoop on that juice, huh? Anyway! So, I’m watching pretty-boy yell at that first-year prodigy and then.” She smiles before continuing, “And then! The freaking prodigy said the line! And I’m freaking out so I run away to think if what I heard was actually what was written, but while I’m running away, by ankle starts burning which just solidifies that the one I heard that line from is in fact my soulmate.” She clasped her hands on your shoulders as her eyes bore into your own, “And then I rushed here to tell you.”

You put your hands over hers and slowly removed them from your shoulders, eyes searching her face for any indication that she was joking, or pretending, or you did not know, but something that indicated she didn’t actually run away after finding her soulmate. When you found none, you pinched her upper arm. “You idiot! Why didn’t you say anything to him? We are going on holiday now! And then you and I will go to a different school than him! What’s wrong with you!”

Her eyes bulged and you face-palmed at how she was just now realizing her mistake. “I gotta go find him! Bye, (Y/N)! Thanks for the advice!”

And she was gone.

[Years later]

“”Guys that girls squeal over piss me off even more.” You read out loud to your friend Kiyoko on the bus.

The statement being presented on your calf having caught her attention when you were both climbing aboard for the trip to the tournament.

She smiled sweetly at you, “It seems your soulmate has some very strong opinions. That should be good. Maybe he can actually handle you then.”

You laughed before lightly pushing at her shoulder, “Maybe, but if I don’t ever meet him, it won’t ever matter. Will it?”

Both of you sighed and looked out the window, individually thinking about how you hoped your soulmate meetings would go when they finally happened.

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Once at the tournament gym, your team quickly found its way to its court.

Soon enough it was time to face their old rivals from Seijo.

During the match you were standing with the coach yelling at the boys of Karasuno for their stupid plays as well as trying to yell encouraging tid-bits of information to help them succeed.

[After graduating university]

Kiyoko, (B/F/N), and you were waiting for your ordered car to arrive and take you to the next location for Kiyoko’s birthday scavenger hunt.

After she had met her soulmate, they had planned extravagant activities for her for every holiday. Always either leaving room for her friends to join, or making the time be set aside for her and her friends. It made you like them even more.

While thinking about this, you felt something slap you in the face. Having a mild panic attack and karate chopping the air around you, it took longer than should have been necessary to realize it had just been a falling leaf.

Your friends laughed at you and you decided to continue your antics, turning to look up at the tree above-head. Waggling a finger at it and shouting, “You wanna go bro? I will cut and burn you to ash.”

The wind blew through it again, and another leaf fell in your direction. You playfully jumped out of the way and stutteringly spoke out, “Okay okay okay, Mr. Tree. I’m sorry I will not burn you. But seriously I didn’t do anything to deserve being hit like that.”

Your friends laughed at your craziness, until (B/F/N) called that the car pulling up was your ride. Climbing in, they were still laughing, and you couldn’t help but beam that you were able to make Kiyoko’s day that much better.

“Oh!” She suddenly exclaimed, “(Y/N)! You never said what your random comment of the day was! Please tell us?”

You rolled your eyes, “Fine fine. Let’s see. You moved your hair off your neck so they could read it out for themselves.”

“It’s just every time you open your mouth, you seem to get even more annoying.” They both read aloud.

Seeing the struggle in their expressions in a positive thing to say about this seemingly rude statement, you laughed their worry away. “I know, I know. I can’t wait to ask them about it all though. One day.”

(B/F/N) laughed a bit before asking what you meant.

Then Kiyoko explained how you had started a journal writing down all the strange comments to ask them about when you would finally meet.

They both laughed harder at this, and you just smiled silently as you wondered when that would finally be.

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[Iwa’s PV]

He stood facing his back to the mirror in astonishment. Sorry, being clearly written on his lower back. “Sorry? Sorry is all this has to say?!” He screamed in disbelief.

Wondering how he was supposed to find his supposed other half when apparently his side of the bargin was only meant to get all these super unhelpful words and phrases.

“How many people say sorry in a day! This is the worst!” He yelled, unknowingly scaring the first years who had just entered the locker room.

They promptly exited and went to find the one who was known to back handedly control the strongest player on the Kitagawa team.

“Iwa-chan~~” Oikawa sang while entering the locker room. “Some little birdies came crying to me about how angry the big bad ace was. Screaming in the locker room, tsk tsk Iwa-chan. Tsk tsk.”

“Shut up Baka-awa. I’m not in the mood,” The olive-green-eyed male lamented, pulling his jersey over his broad shoulders.

Oikawa pouted, “So mean, Iwa-chan. Your soulmate will never want to meet you if you’re so mean to your friends~” Singing out the last taunt, Oikawa quickly ran back out of the locker space before the ace could catch and pummel him into a goop.

[Months later]

At the end of closing ceremonies, Oikawa had led Iwazumi towards the ole volleyball locker rooms, wanting to give the new captain some “helpful” advice.

Unfortunately, the pair of graduating males ran into the one and only Kageyama Tobio.

“Oikawa-sempai, Iwazumi-senpai. I wish you luck in your high school careers.” The boy bowed, and Iwazumi was grateful that’s all he said.

He thanked the blue haired boy and moved to go around him but was stopped by the glint in Oikawa’s eyes.

Whispering a warning, “Oikawa…don’t” The ace realized he was too late.

“Don’t sit here and tell us what to do. You are nothing. You will never be anything. You are just some prodigy who doesn’t know anything about what it takes to put in hard work for something you love as much as Iwa-chan and I do. So just keep your luck to yourself. You will need it.” He pulled his eye down and stuck out his tongue before continuing his verbal rampage.

Eventually he ended his onslaught of a speech, much to Iwazumi’s welcomed relief, but then continued by asking if Kageyama had anything more to say.

“I was just thinking it would be cool if you could finally beet Ushijima Wakatoshi in high school, since you couldn’t here.”

Iwa knew the boy was just stupid. He knew the kid didn’t mean it the way the Oikawa would take it.

But Iwazumi was also distracted by a loud gasp and quickly retreating steps before he could explain this to his best friend. Instead he just grabbed the light-brunette by the back collar of his shirt and dragged him away as quickly as he could.

[Years later]

“Geesh Baka-awa. Can’t you control your fans at all. You’d think since they live for your every word and action, they’d listen to you at least a little bit.”

The captain just smiled to the group of girls screaming for him from the bleachers, “Ah Iwa-chan. Its okay if you’re jealous. I’m sure they could cheer for you without my asking them to.”

He received a punch to the gut for that one, before Iwazumi went to finish warming up now that the team captain had been located…again.

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During the game he had let himself get distracted by the girl screaming at the Karasuno team. He couldn’t make her words when she gave hints on how they could adjust their playing to match Seijo, but he could hear her clear as day when she was tearing them down.

“Pick up your damn feet and move those asses or you are doing nothings but drills for practice until the next scrimmage!” She shouted before throwing her clipboard to the floor.

The quiet manager sitting besides the seat she had stood in front of, quickly picked it up before the shouting one could step on it as she started yelling at Kageyama specifically. About how he wasn’t the only player on the court and to trust his teammates if he wanted to stay on it.

This made Iwazumi smirk before refocusing on the game in front of him. She’d be an interesting manager to keep an eye on though.

[After graduating university]

Mattsun had sent his soulmate on a scavenger hunt for her birthday activity. Iwazumi was responsible for the last item on the list and had holed up in his apartment for the afternoon.

Waiting for the small group of females to come in for the item, so he could then take them to the surprise party the Mattsun had also planned for them. He had just reread the comment that had appeared on his ankle that morning, laughing about how ridiculous it seemed. An apology to a Mr. Tree. At least it was original, as opposed to his former ones.

Thinking about his own lack of knowing who his soulmate was, reminded him all over about Mattsun and Kiyoko. How they’d found each other. And how hard Mattsun had fallen.

Man that boy was head over heels in love with Kiyoko and he was not afraid to admit it, or share it with the world. And dammit, if Iwa and Oikawa couldn’t get him to say those three words to her tonight, how could they call themselves his best friends.

Knocking at his apartment door caused the male to stand up and shake his head out of his inner thoughts.

He opened it to see Kiyoko, the girl that he’d learned was Kageyama’s soulmate, (B/F/N), and the feisty manager from Karasuno high school. He smiled at the girls and welcomed them in.

“Hello, Iwazumi-kun.” Kiyoko greeted shyly.

(B/F/N) just shook his hand as she passed.

He watched as the third-party member entered, but didn’t say anything, and didn’t move too far from the entry way either. And, found himself wishing he had the fore thought to ask Mattsun who to expect so he could start a conversation with her.

But that thought to was cut short as Kiyoko asked if she had the last item, they needed to complete their scavenger hunt.

He laughed before leading her to his living room and giving her an envelope. “It’s just Mattsun wanted to surprise you, ya know?”

The girl opened the envelope and her eyes bulged before she answered, “He is so…I cannot accept this. No!” She said a bit more forcefully.

(B/F/N) came over to look at what she’d received and was soon in a fit of joyous hysterics. “Oh, this is golden. Boy sends us on a scavenger hut to get us out of the way, and then ends it with a card to go on a shopping spree with? Damn girl, your boy is so totally whipped. What did you do to him?!” Kiyoko’s face went red with embarrassment and the other two girls laughed at her expense.

“Now, (B/F/N). be nice. It is her birthday after all.” Iwazumi still didn’t know your name but he knew he’d remembered your voice. And it was still as hypnotizing as it had been years ago. “Kiyoko, what does the note say?”

The birthday girl, huffed around her emotions, trying to calm down so she could carefully read what was written in the letter provided with the card. “My dear…um yes anyway…I hope your day with your friends has been exciting in as many ways possible. While I’m sad I couldn’t spend the day with you, I…okay skipping this part since (B/F/N) will just tease me, um let us see…oh here we go…This card is for (B/F/N), (Y/N) and you to buy some ballroom styled dresses, along with a couple of fancy masks. Today and tonight might be about you…*cough cough*” While she was coughing, Iwa looked over her shoulder and saw he had written in some sugary-sweet nicknames. She continued after getting her heart back in order, “but other holidays must unfortunately be shared with all. So, I wanted to help you buy your costumes for the annual masquerade ball. I will see you at the party tonight, but please go get your outfits on my dime before getting ready and showing up tonight.”

When she finished reading, she looked at all three of the pair of eyes on her, before exploding into a blush again. “I cannot just take his money! No.”

Iwazumi smiled slightly to himself, happy he finally has your name for his inner thoughts to run wild with.

“Well, I say we can.”(B/F/N) started, before adding, “He literally told us to. DO you want to ignore his wishes?”

You laughed slightly before agreeing with (B/F/N).

Kiyoko just huffed, “Of course the crazy girl who argued with a tree would take sides with the idiot who ran away from her soulmate until she was told she shouldn’t have.”

Both girls yelled a “hey!” back in shock.

“Well ladies,” Iwazumi spoke with a smile, “as much as I would love to see how this all plays out first hand, I too must get ready for your party Kiyoko, so I must ask that you argue about the fact that you will end up follow instruction while on your way to do so.” He ushered the three out the front door, before calling a final goodbye, “And maybe, don’t argue with any more trees along the way.”

He rushed himself to his restroom as soon as he latched the door shut behind them, splashing cold water on his face to calm his racing heart. What was going on with him to be acting so strangely?? He couldn’t figure it out.

Okay, here is part 1. Since I am on mobile, it stopped me at the 250 text blocks. Part 2 will be up shortly. And then any questions/comments/concerns/ideas are welcome as always.

Right as he thought he could get ready in peace after calming down, Oikawa called whining about something or another. Iwa decided to tease him a bit to get out of his own head and the insult about his voice had the intended affect.

Hajime was able to get ready at the speed of light after that.

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Hope yall enjoy.

[mochikage]

whipped boys

the kind of boys that have their eyes on you and just you. The way that you make his heart race anytime you smile just for him is enough for him to know that he’s in big trouble. The way that just the mere thought of you has the edges of his lips pulling into a smile. He wishes he could have all your attention, but he will happily settle for the passing “hello’s” and waves from a distance. Their whole heart is dedicated to you, whether they admit it or not. 

haikyuu!!   

For IWAIZUMI (pre-timeskip) the worst part is that Oikawa knows. And Makki. And Matsukawa. Hell, Kyotani might have even noticed how pink his ears get when you show up to their practices with protein bars and shakes. He tries to keep his distance from you just so he can keep his blush at bay, but when he hears you call his name? Mans has to take a moment to calm his breathing and heart rate. He’s so gentle with you while you’re there, making sure everyone thanked you for bringing things to them. He does his best to ignore the finger hearts his teammates are throwing at him and focus on what you’re saying, but if he does that then he’s zoning in on your lips. He can’t win. 

KUROO (post-timeskip) will deny his feelings for you, his co-worker, for as long as he can. It doesn’t matter that he stops working every hour or so to take a quick glance at you. He ignores the fact that he likes buy lunch from your favorite place just as an excuse to convince you to get something with him. It’s not his fault that you happen to park next to you every morning so you two can talk on the way out from work. He tells himself that he only seeks out your company because it’s fun to bother you. Yeah, it’s fun to steal your pens so you have to ask him for more. He writes in his worst handwriting just so you have to go up and ask him what it says. Just so you can point out the words and he can subtly lean in to smell your perfume. Just to steal some more of your time. It’s all because you’re easy to talk to. That’s what he’ll keep telling himself. 

jujutsu kaisen   

And as for MEGUMI, he knows he was in trouble the first time you punched him. No, he’s not  that kind of stuff at all, but the way that you rushed to his side was enough to get his heart pumping. The two of you were holding back in training until Yuji teased Megumi saying he was “too scared to hit them” and when he swung at you (and missed because he really was scared), you took it as a sign to swing back. You didn’t expect Megumi to not have a reaction at all, basically giving you a free punch in. He comes to the realization that he loves the attention you’re giving him. He loves the way your hands feel against his face when you inspect his eye and the way your presence calms him. Definitely tries to train with you as much as possible for the next time you hit him :)

Lastly (and arguably the most obvious one) INUMAKI tries to catch you at every chance he gets. He’ll mumble a “salmon” to you (which is an affirmative word for him) but he means to ask are you good? He will make some comments here and there when listening to your day and mainly shakes or nods his head when you talk to him. He’ll sit around you in group settings or partner up with you as much as he can to just spend time with you. He gets a warm feeling in his chest when you try to get some information about his day. It’s kind of like a game of 20 questions with him to get an idea of what he’s saying but it’s worth seeing how pink his cheeks get (especially around the purple marks) when you say comforting things to him. 

If only they would just confess. 

[strawberrykake]

✿ Gifting him flowers —vice captains edition ✿

Part 2 💐💐 || part 1

Iwaizumi, Reon, Kamasaki || Reader

Warnings: fluff

♡ Iwaizumi

Didn’t even notice the flowers at first

he bent down to kiss you first

Had to do a doubletake when you were handing him the flowers

“Oh, they’re for me??” He looks at the flowers, hesitantly.

“Are you for real for real?” he whispers, unbelievably

“Yes I’m being for real for real” You smile, feeling a little nervous, and wondering if he’s gonna think it’s lame

He gives you flowers…so it wouldn’t be weird to give him flowers, right?

He takes the flowers and gives a sniff

“Thank you, babe,” he says, wrapping the arm holding the flowers around you.

A sigh of relief falls out of you

“I’m glad you like them.” You curl a hand over his shoulder, hugging back.

“Of course, I do.” Iwa pulls you closer. “They smell like you.”

Gives a lingering kiss on the corner of your neck, savoring your scent.

You feel him smile against your skin when you kept silent.

“And…” he takes a single flower from the bunch and places it into your ear. “It’s pretty.”

Pushes your long bangs behind your ear. “Like you.”

Fck, now you’re REALLY regretting it. In fact, this wasn’t how you thought you were going to regret it.

Now you’ve become a blushing mess.

He gets extra flirty at times like these

And you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach when he gazes fondly into your eyes like you’re the best thing that has ever happened to him

Because you are.

♡ Reon

You notice that your Vice captain bf is getting a bit stiff from the nerves during the pre-game

And you wanted to give him something that will calm him down a little, not thinking much of it

He gives a little gasp when you shyly hand him a lovely bouquet 💐

“What’s this?”

“Yours”

There is a shine in his eyes and it’s not just because of the light’s reflection“Wow, thank you so much”

“Oh yeah, it’s no big deal.”

He takes your hand and kisses it softly.

“Trust me, love” He nods, his eyes closed as if to calm himself. “It is to me.”

You giggle at his actions. He definitely is more relaxed.

“Well, good luck on your game,” you say, his hand still clutching on yours and eyes now on yours

“Mhm,” he says, still looking at you. Your words don’t seem to register in his head until you start waving a hand at him

“Babe?” He finally blinks, shaking his head

“Oh, haha.” he chuckles.

“When are you letting go of my hand?” You say, even though you have your hands tightly clasped back into his.

“Oh, this?” he holds up the hand where you two are joined, kissing your side of it.

“Just a little more.” A smile appears on his face before leaning down to give your lips the same attention.

Suddenly, their team captain, Ushijima calls him over.

“Looks like that’s my cue. Why don’t we continue this after the game?”

“Yeah?”

“Of course, babygirl.” He gives you a wink before walking off to his team.

With, bouquet in hand, admiring the flowers lovingly.

He’s already mentally planning where to display them in his room.

♡ Kamasaki

When Kamasaki sees the bundle of neat roses in his locker, he gives a cold glare to his teammates

“What’re you guys up to, hah-“

He stops mid sentence when he sees a folded card tied to the stems

“Oh” His cheeks start to warm and redden at your letter

“What is it Kamasaki?” Moniwa looks at their blonde vice captain who’s busy reading the love letter full of praises made for him <3

“It’s n-nothing” He stuffs the gift into his backpack, rushing out of the lockerroom.

“Looks like blondie got a little present, hehe” Futakuchi smirks earning a hard glare from Kamasaki.

“Shut up” he tells the brunette, walking past him.

But he cant help the little grin that forms on his lips as he thought of seeing you to thank you for the flowers

Little did he know you were already waiting eagerly for him outside the gym.

And when he did see you, he almost jumped on you making you lean backwards

but thankfully, catches you with his strong arms

“Hey” is all he says looking at yo

He continues to stare

You respond back with a “hey” and a sweet smile

You speak up as it starts feeling a bit awkward for you: “So, I guess you’ve gotten my flow-”

Your words were interrupted with his kiss, lips grazing over yours

You took it as a yes.

“Thank you,” he finally says after pulling away.

All the nerves you felt before were completely vanished.

Kamasaki begins to dive his head down to yours once again for a kiss

But it gets interrupted with a loud whistle

You turn your heads to see his fellow Date Tech Volleyball teammates

“Thanks for the flowers, y/n!!” “Next time, add some chocolates!! You know, how he’s a eater!” His teammates love to tease him.

“Let’s get out of here, shall we?” Kamasaki quickly escorts you in a rush

[torawro]

𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 (h.i.) 

this is short little drabble ft. hajime iwazumi (27) athletic trainer <3 i came up with months ago in the middle of the night so um yeah ;-;

content warnings and info! — iwazumi’s glistening skin in all of its glory, explicit language, light/implied smut; minors dni! ; word count: 810 ; enjoy!

      you thought hajime was weird for working out in the evening. no normal person did that. but you guessed it was your fault since you two went out to brunch with your friends from high school — tooru, mattsukawa and hanamakki— and have been out and about the whole day. “i gotta keep this body nice for you princess”, is what he replied with in a flirtatious tone when you mentioned it on the way back to your cozy apartment.

surely you blushed at that.

it was close to eleven at night, and you laid on the bed you shared with your boyfriend. engulfed in his t-shirt that you stole from him, you sighed in content when the familiar aroma of his cologne and natural musk wafted up your nostrils. your thoughts became filled with iwazumi and his fits from today. he looked really fucking good. he always did, with little to no effort at all.

this caused your mind to randomly drift off to a more... sensual place. it’s been a few weeks since you and hajime made love to one another and, unprovoked, your hormones almost immediately awakened from their dormant slumber. the images of your boyfriend’s spectacularly ripped body practically begging to be released from the confines of his clothes, or dripping in a thin coat of sweat were enough to make you put your phone on the nightstand and slide your victoria’s secret panties to the side.

you let your manicured fingers glide downwards to your now exposed heat and firmly press upon your warm folds. a breathy sigh left your moisturized lips, slick had already built up from just thinking about hajime. not really considering the very real possibility of your boyfriend finishing his shower and catching you, you continued your quest to relieve yourself.

your ears were too filled with your own wetness, mind too far in daze filled with your lover that you couldn’t possibly notice hajime come out the bathroom, a white towel wrapped tightly around his waist. steam escaped from the shower behind him and outlined his muscular body. his dark brown hair stuck to his neck and forehead, and the towel that clothed his manhood was dangerously low and showed off his prominent v-line and happy trail.

hajime’s mouth opened to say something to you, but it quickly went dry when he saw the lewd position you were in, your face scrunched up in pleasure. his forest green irises darkened and became glazed over with a sudden and newfound lust.

it was incredible you still didn’t notice him staring you down like a hawk, no doubt too caught up in your own pleasure to acknowledge him. the way you breathlessly whispered his name over and over like a mantra made him instantly grow hard. and a little irritated.

like a predator about to devour his prey, he stalked towards you and took a seat next to your curvaceous figure on the mattress. only the dip in the bed was capable of snapping you out of your trance. you whipped your head over to your boyfriend so fast you thought your neck would snap. a hot wave of pure embarrassment— and arousal, you’ll admit— washed over your body and your glistening pussy, unable to deny the fact that your lover watching you do something so sinful turned you on so much.

“wow, i can’t believe you, pleasuring yourself without me?” the brown haired man taunted you in a low voice, he slapping your hand away from your exposed treasure and replaced it with his own. the clash of his warm hand and your cold skin causing you to hiss.

“i’m hurt.” he said, feigning a painful tone as he proceeded to shove three large fingers inside your wet heat, without any warning or prep. the force made you jerk back and your breasts bounce. hajime devilishly licked his bottom lip at the sight of you squirming under him.

“a-aah! fuck hajime—“

“you know you’re not allowed to touch yourself when you’re alone right?” he continued pumping in and out of your sopping pussy at an incredibly slow pace, definitely teasing you. you bit down on your lip in sexual frustration and found yourself rolling your hips around his fingers, trying to chase the high you were craving.

hajime shook his head in ‘disapproval’ as he swiftly undid the towel that was securely around his waist. “you bad girl… you’re being so needy tonight. are you needy to be filled with my dick princess? hmm?”

you nodded shamefully, still grinding on the three fingers inserted snugly inside you.

hajime did nothing but smirk at your reply. taking his now glistening fingers out of your heat, he slowly guided his tongue around each digit before roughly grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards him.

“oh, you’ll be filled alright, but i have to punish you first.”

[kaysayshey]

[8:30 pm]

"i don't know how to be what you need."

the statement comes out with a heaved breath, a hand raking through soft brown locks in frustration. iwaizumi is seated on the edge of his bed, the neutral comforter wrinkling underneath his legs. his brow is furrowed, and you can't help but chuckle at his predicament.

"who said you needed to be something different?" you reply earnestly, stifling your giggles when he leans his head back in exasperation, heavy exhale escaping his nostrils. he raises an eyebrow at your pleased expression. of course you thought it was cute. because you were the only one who could do this to him.

"y-you can't just say that you like me and not want something to change," he counters, hands clasped in front of him.

and that makes you pause. oh. you didn't quite realize you were being rejected, and now you find your lips sealed shut. because how do you reply to that? how do you gracefully accept this rejection, one from the man you've loved through high school and into your third year at university? the words don't add up, and you find yourself drawing a blank. anxiously shifting your weight between your legs, you can't contain a soft sigh.

the silence is tangible, and you have to force your mouth to cooperate - you can't sit in this tension.

"don't worry about it, iwa, just forget tha-"

"wait, wait," he interjects, a look of pleading that you didn't think possible settling over his sharp features. his lips are drawn into a thin line, and the grip of his hands tightens, knuckles going white.

another heavy exhale. another second of thick silence.

"i don't know how to be a good boyfriend for you. i don't want to fuck this up, y/n."

and that has your breath hitching in your throat.

"so," he continues, pretty dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity you didn't think possible, "please teach me how to be good to you."

i have one mood, and it's the iwaizumi agenda.

[smolla-than-a-bug]

thinking about the most normal, everyday things about iwaizumi hajime (part 1?)

cw. food | thought dump compilation

i’m fairly certain iwaizumi is the type to eat like there’s no tomorrow. he grips his spoon and fork like a child would a crayon, hunches his massive figure over his plate, and scarfs down food scoop after scoop with barely any room to breathe. it’s a little concerning, how his eyes remain trained on his plate the entire time until it’s empty of any trace of food merely a few minutes later. more often than not, a grain of rice or a lick of sauce would wind up present on the corner of his lip, to which you’d wipe with your own thumb, and consequently, your hunk of a man would be curling in on himself, ears and neck growing a deep red hue.

it’s not that he actually believes every meal is his last meal; it’s more like, it’s how he got used to finishing his meals. when he was a kid, he’d be itching to play outside, run around and feel the warm summer air whipping at his face at the height of the day, only for his mother to shut the door in his face and sit him down on the table. “no going outside until you finish your food,” she’d tell him, and rather than complain (iwaizumi knows better than to challenge his mother), he’d obediently begin to eat, gradually picking up the pace of his chewing so that he’d have more time to play with his friends for the rest of the day.

[bettermiya]

Through the Wall

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Inspired by @ninefuckingoneone's comment! It's an honor!

WC: 2.6k Triggers: Kidnapping, Physical Violence, Non-Consensual Touching, Bondage, Stalking, Light Alcohol Drinking / Yandere adjacent. MDNI.

Summary: The man of your dreams is closer than you think. Horror!AU. The Boy!AU.

The job ad boasted an unbelievable salary, which included all expenses paid with a separate allowance, and you would be living with the family in a beautiful old house in the country. Apparently, groceries were delivered from a nearby village and the delivery person had agreed - thanks to generous tips from the house’s owners - to also bring up food from the local restaurants. The whole thing sounded a little too good to be true, but after months of job searching, you were growing pretty desperate. So, while questionably sober and despairing, you decided to send along your resume.

You woke to a response the next day asking for a time you could do a phone interview. Everything was a bit of a blur after that. You did the interview over the phone - the questions ranged from the normal to bizarre (“Do you have any children or family obligations that might prevent you from living onsite and being on call?” “Will you sign an NDA?”). You even did a follow up interview in person at a local cafe with a weathered looking, but well put together looking older gentleman, who claimed to be the owner of the house and the father of the child in question. He seemed a bit old to have a child of an age to need a live-in nanny, but who were you to judge? Especially when the money and benefits were so good. He meticulously went over the duties, reiterated the salary and allowances, stressed that anything you could want would be provided, and reminded you that the job required you to stay at the house at all times except Sunday, which would be your only off day.

Even after going through all of this, it didn’t become real to you until you were in the gentleman’s car with your suitcases thumping in the trunk, cutting through a thick barrier of trees down a long and winding drive. The car passed through a large iron gate that closed after you passed through, up and up to the circular drive in front of the giant country estate. The gentleman gave you a tour of the grounds, the garden in the back was of particular interest to you as a place where you could retreat in the warmer months.

He led you inside, showed you around the labyrinthine halls and the massive rooms- including a parlor, a library, kitchen, game room, and other rooms that had strange, old fashioned names and purposes that you immediately forgot. There was apparently a large basement and attached wine cellar that could be accessed through a door in the kitchen and an attic accessed through a pull down ladder that unfolded from the ceiling in one of the upper floor hallways. The second floor was nothing but halls and bedrooms. He showed you the door to the room of the child you would be taking care of, which was marked with a carved tree with sprawling roots and your room which had a carving of wildflowers. Apparently, these were the only areas upstairs you would need access to aside from the linen closets.

This was all things you had been expecting. What you were not expecting was the doll.

“This is Hajime Iwaizumi. My son.”

It was a life sized doll of a child that looked about six years old, carved from very soft wood. A detailed, sweet face was painted on the doll’s head and soft dark hair was carefully arranged in a short spiked style. The hair was disconcerting; it felt very much like real hair. The doll wore what looked like a school uniform with a blazer, little shorts, knee high socks, and shiny little shoes. You waited a long time in silence, staring at the doll, resigning yourself to the fact that this was likely some kind of television show prank.

It wasn’t. You were introduced to the doll. You were given a schedule you and the doll had to adhere to. You decided, in a haze of confusion and shock, to sign the contracts. After the first month of nannying a wooden doll, the gentleman and his lovely wife told you they would be leaving to return to their apartment in the city. You would have full run of what they called their ‘country home’ and their numbers in case of emergencies, but they would be going back to their separate jobs. You felt a little nervous about being in the giant, quiet house alone, but on the other hand, it was just you and a doll and sometimes the delivery person.

You agreed, and it was probably just because you were alone in the house that strange things started happening. You lost one of your shirts at some point between your laundry basket and the dryer. The house made strange noises from the walls, which the owners had claimed were caused by the pipes and HVAC systems, but they sounded an awful lot like footsteps and breathing sometimes.

Once you woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and thought you saw a figure silhouetted against one of the windows at the end of the hall. You screamed and ducked into one of the rooms, but when you finally gathered the courage to peek back into the hall, you saw it was only the curtains fluttering. The window was apparently opened a crack, enough to let the night breeze in. You closed it and locked it.

By far the strangest thing you noticed was that food seemed to be disappearing faster than you were eating it. One Saturday night, you bought yourself a pizza. You distinctly remember putting the box with a few pieces left into the fridge for the next day, but Sunday when you opened the box, it was empty. You did get a little tipsy that night on light alcoholic drinks you were able to coax the delivery person into bringing with the orders, but surely it wasn't enough to cause you to forget eating the rest of the pizza. Right?

You still keep up the doll’s routine. You feel ridiculous, but it would have been wrong to take the family’s money without doing the job you had been hired to do. You dress the doll. You take the doll for walks outside in a little wooden wagon. You read out loud to the doll in the library. You play music loudly (always loudly, they were firm about this, speak loudly, play the music loudly, as if the doll were hard of hearing). You take your meals with the doll. (Yes, you had to make a portion of the meal for the doll, set a plate of food in front of the doll, then scrape the food into a compost bin afterwards. They were firm about this as well. Sometimes, you leave the room to do something and come back to find the plate empty, but you don't like to think too hard about that.)

It has been three months. You are well into your routine, and, at the end of the day, your life is rather peaceful. You just finished tucking the doll in for the night and decided to take a long, relaxing bath in the antique, clawfoot tub. You lean back your head against the back of the tub, taking in the scents of the candles you lit on the counter and the bath salts you poured into the steaming water before you got in. It is quiet and peaceful. You have headphones in so that you do not hear the strange noises from the walls or the general settling of the house.

Your music is not too loud, but loud enough that as you lay there in the tub, dozing, you do not hear the footsteps.

You don’t notice another presence in the room at all until you feel something brush against your scalp. You lift your hand, thinking with some small jolt that perhaps an insect had crawled in while you weren’t paying attention- this is a country house after all- but what you feel surprises you. Your fingers intertwine with someone else’s. A hand is resting on the top of your head; someone’s fingers slide away from yours and comb through your wet hair. The touch is a little rough, and despite your shock and effort to remain very still in case they did not notice you notice them, you give a little squeak when their fingers snag in a tangle of your hair.

Your hands cover your mouth. The hand freezes. After a few, tense heartbeats, you feel the hand return to combing through your hair. When it reaches the tangle again, the person’s other hand presses to your scalp, holding down to keep your hair from pulling as they work out the tangle. You are trembling in the tub, trying to decide whether it is better to remain still or if you should try to bolt. But the figure is so close, and it would take precious seconds to stand and step over the rounded edge of the tub, seconds in which the intruder could grab your arm or hair and pull you back.

A thick, calloused hand slides to your shoulder and dips beneath the water; the tips of rough, dirty fingers with broken nails slide over your clean skin, leaving smudges in their wake. You feel a hot breath against your cheek. They are leaning over your other shoulder, breathing onto the coil of your ear and down the side of your neck. You can’t take it anymore. You grab the edges of the tub and launch yourself up onto your feet. Your shoulder bangs against the figure’s chin, and they grunt, more out of frustration than pain.

You manage to throw a leg over the edge of the tub, but as you are shifting your weight to swing the other out so you can run, you slip. You fall out of the tub, banging your knee and elbows as you go down. Pain explodes through your left knee, which took the brunt of your weight when you hit the tiled floor, and you cry out. You’re screaming now, because you’ve remembered screaming is what you should be doing. You can hear the heavy footsteps approaching from behind you, slowly. Then a sound echoes through the halls and both your scream and the intruder’s footsteps go silent.

The doorbell.

You remember now. You had called in a food delivery before getting in the bath. Something from that Italian place you like and wine. You had been planning to be freshly washed and smelling of your body spray and shampoo when you opened the door. You were going to flirt with the cute delivery person, invite them inside… With renewed purpose, you scramble to your feet and dash out of the bathroom into the hall. The intruder must have been surprised by your speed, you think, because the heavy footsteps take their time to follow you. Maybe the intruder is debating whether to stay or flee now that someone else is here.

The delivery person has saved your life, you think. You’re going to give them the biggest tip of their life. You practically launch yourself down the stairs and skid across the foyer. You’re naked and dripping with water and suds, but you don’t care. You fling open the door and find the delivery person standing there with your food and a bottle of wine. Their face goes through the gamut of emotions before settling on deep discomfort. Perhaps they had known your intentions, but this is coming on too strong. They open their mouth to speak, but you see the color drain from their face as their eyes drift slowly over your shoulder to stare at something behind you.

“We have to go!” You say quickly, not daring to look back. “There’s someone–”

You reach for their hand, but they take a step back. The fear on their face is slowly draining away into something like disappointment. They remain there in the doorway, blocking your exit, but they don’t seem to be moving to help either. The footsteps are right behind you now. Your blood is roaring in your ears. A powerful arm wraps around your middle; the other around your chest. The intruder’s face presses into the top of your head. The delivery person sighs. “Do you need help getting her back in, sir?”

You couldn’t have heard that correctly. The person behind you rumbles. The delivery person averts their eyes. “Sorry, sir. Do you want me to bring the food for you?” Suddenly you’re being lifted up. The arm around your stomach hooks beneath your knees; the one that had been crushing your chest now catches your back as you tumble. You look up into the face of the intruder and find a wooden mask staring back at you. The mask is very similar to the carved, wooden doll with a gentle flush painted on the cheekbones and painted, smiling lips, but where the eyes should be, there are two perfectly round holes. You can see real, human eyes staring at you through the holes.

The masked figure carries you back through the house; you’re too shocked and too winded from your screaming and your brief flight toward escape to put up too much of a fuss. The delivery person is following behind you both. Your strange party goes up the stairs and to the room with the tree carved into the door. The room inside is the same as you remember, except at the back of the room there is a door that wasn’t there before. You all go through the door and step into a small corridor behind the walls. It leads to another room that sends a fresh jolt of panic through you.

There is a bed with thick leather shackles attached to the posts of the thick, antique head and foot boards. There are polaroids all over the walls- of you. You taking care of the doll. You sleeping. You showering. You living in the house over the past few months. The masked figure drops you on the bed and only then do you start fighting again. The figure slaps you across the face so hard you see stars; you don’t fight anymore.

“Hajime!” The delivery person huffs. “Your parents said to take care of them! If you break them, I can’t fix them like I fix your other toys.”

The masked form- Hajime - gives a soft sound then strokes your stinging cheek. “Sorry.” His voice is low and gruff and sounds like it hasn’t been used in a long, long time. Before you can entirely regain your senses, Hajime has dressed you in a pair of your underwear and one of your baggy t-shirts, both items that had gone missing over your stay. He shackles you to the bed and turns to take the food from the delivery person. The delivery person hands it over and waves their hand.

“I’ll lock up after I leave and let your parents know everything went smoothly.” They wave to you then disappear.

Hajime is a perfect gentleman. He sets out the food and feeds you. He offers you sips of wine in between bites. The food is delicious. The room is dim except for the amber glow of a few candles. Under other circumstances it might have been romantic. Hajime’s eyes shine behind the mask. After you stomach all the food you can, he eats a little then settles beside you. You have been taking care of the doll all this time.

Now it’s Hajime’s turn to take care of you.

[whoreshijima]

ALPHA IWAIZUMI I BEG OF YOU

I gotchu bby I gotchu

Alpha Iwaizumi is strong, dependable and most of all, trusting. Some alphas don’t trust their omegas, their scent is too sweet and too enticing, and the scent of an alpha can sometimes be too much to say no to. But he trusts you, his little omega. Nobody is better than him.

And he knows this, watching you from across the store as you try on some pretty dresses and parade them around for him. He knows you’re his, he doesn’t have to worry.

He definitely knows this as well when you’re bouncing on his lap, cock pressed hard and deep inside your pretty little omega cunt. Your eyes crossed and tongue falling out of your mouth as you pant and whine. You can feel his knot growing and his balls slap your ass with Everytime you drop down. And the way you clench and pulse around his leaking cock proves to him that he has nothing to worry about. You’re his.

[kiwibirbs-library]

omg i loved reading this so can we please get a part 2 😭😭<333

a/n: babe, love, cutie, yes yes. WE. CAN.

Part one link again right here

Sugawara Koshi

Sugawara likes kissing your nose on cold mornings.

You like styling his hair while he’s dead asleep.

Sugawara likes making subtle funny faces at you during matches.

You like hanging off him while he’s standing around.

You both have a regular cafe that you visit every week (you may or may not be on their community board for being cute with each other).

Bokuto Kōtarō

Bokuto likes hugging and spinning you around whenever he has the chance.

You like squishing his face while your cuddling.

Bokuto likes to kiss every inch of your face.

You like poking the top of his hair to get his attention.

You both like sneaking out at 3am for a snack run and watching the sun rise.

Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo likes to have you on his shoulders and pretend your blocking spikes.

You like smooshing his head even more into the pillows to wake him up.

Kuroo likes to bite your cheek sometimes.

You like to kiss his neck to get his attention when talking.

You both like dancing in the living room well past midnight, the coffee table up against the wall while you both laugh at how bad the dancing is.

Oikawa Torru

Oikawa likes showing off his second language and confusing the heck out of you.

You like making him bracelets to wear.

Oikawa likes sitting on you and putting all his weight on you.

You like doing his makeup.

You both like going out on Saturday nights to be that one absolutely fabulous couple at the club.

Iwazumi Hajime

Iwazumi likes having an arm around you at all times.

You like jumping on him when he doesn’t see you coming.

Iwazumi likes when you sit on him and kiss his cheeks.

You like making stupid faces and doing stupid things to get him to laugh.

You both like going on a movie date and morphing it into a theory back and forth on date nights.

[yaomomvs]

SEIJOH MANANGER HEADCANONS

seijoh, aoba johsai x reader | slight oikawa, iwaizumi and kunimi x reader.

a/n: ugh! i just love my seijoh boys so much! and so, i decided to make one more headcanons for them, tysm! hopefully i’ll do inarizaki next or maybe karasuno.

a bit long but i just love them,and i will do a part two mainly focusing on while they do volleyball this is more of random things

other seijoh!manager works: one | two

the volume in this bus is ASTRONOMICAL

you actually never thought of joining a club, specially a sports one.

but you needed it, so while looking at the board of the school’s options you were unsure.

“i just really need something not that complicated, and that helps me helping others” you muttered to yourself

little did you know the coach of the volleyball team was there, this nice man turned to you and offered you a place in the team.

“but please if you are one of oikawa’s fangirls dont-” “who now?” you genuinely asked. seeing that you didn’t had a clue of who he was talking about he immediately handed the application for to you.

it was first day and you were already late, but you managed to enter the gym half way practice.

you guys remember that tanaka and kiyoko scene in s4? well it was the same

“sorry for being late coach!” your voice sounded all over the place since someone was serving and it was pretty quiet.

ALL OF THEM WERE SHOCKED LIKE 🧍🏻‍♀️

the serve even hit yahaba’s face because everyone got distracted by your beauty

“i- did i do something?” “existing omg”

the coach lined up everyone and they greeted you welcoming you to the team.

you were flustered because it was like you never had a lot of guys around you and now you had to take care of all of them and also

aoba johsai’s team had one of the most attractive boys around likeeee

now, a year later, the energy is purely chaotic.

and i mean like

kindaichi and kunimi are lowkey the ones who respect you the most

not only because you, even if it was for only a year, you were their upperclassman but also you had presence

when karasuno came to the practice andy oh catched both of them after talking to kageyama in the bathroom, you pinched their ears and scolded them

“you both do that again and i’m not being compassionate” “SORRY Y/N”

but also lowkey your admirers

kunimi literally only showed strong emotions around you

“i brought you some sweets” he regularly says

“oh you are great! thank you kunimi!”you appreciated this guys little details with you

“so you have a favoritism with our manager huh?”

“y/n permission to hit kindaichi”

“permission conceded”

kindaichi also respected you because you, when he entered seijoh months ago, were one of the ones who made him believe and helped getting over that anger he had with his ex teammates and you even assured that kageyama was the reason he got better, even if he wouldn’t accept it

the second years, your literal followers

like seriously yahaba watori were always around you.

being in the same grade and class as both dod not helped a lot.

they are like puppies with anxiety separation

because you are the reason they feel loved and cared for

they always sit next to you in class, and they make sure you are comfortable with it.

you need help with hw? watori always is there

yahaba lets you paint his nails every time you got bored in class

you were such a powerful trio

they always bring your favorite drink in the mornin

you even developed this sixth sense where if you just look at each other you know exactly who are you making fun of without even speaking

you always make fun of the shit way of yahaba to flirt oml

and you even advice him on what should he do or not when meeting someone new.

istg if it was not bc of you he would have never got his first date with his crush

kyoutani later joined you, but he had trouble on trusting you

but seeing all the team laying on you he actually let himself rely on another person for the first time

he was the one who scared those stupid volleyball boys fan girls (oikawa’s or the other guys ones) away from you

he also thinks that you are not bad physically talking and he actually says it but privately

he also whenever he is mad or just frustrated comes to you and what he likes is that you don’t go in deep of the details but instead you try to distract him with random thing you say.

“guys i told you several times” you laughed “i do have other thing to do! it not like i can attend every night out with you! i have other friends too!”

“so, we are not watching cartoons tonight?”

“i hate you all so much” you surrendered “see you at 8 pm”

you became the second years core four

and also they looked up to you a lot, why? because you are the only people who always deals with the third years shit

god i think your connection with the third years was only a bit more noticeable than the second years

why? you were not afraid to mess up with them

to be real iwaizumi as oikawa caught your eye since moment one, they were naturally attractive and talented but you made a promise to not fall for anyone

omg you were so wrong

if it was iwaizumi, he always made sure you felt comfortable around

you were no vb genius so he took the time to explain you a bunch of things you did not know 🥺

also, he’s the kind of guy to stop everyone spiking because you were crossing through the gym so no ball gets you

he is the one who always search for you in school, asked about your day, and stuff that might seem basic but it was really meaningful

like he is the kind of guy who memorizes all your favorite places, treats, music anything and actually tries to get you to talk about it

oikawa on the other hand was the one who actually made you feel like part of them

he is so sweet!

like

oikawa only starts practice when you are there

like bold of someone to start hitting a ball without you there, he considered you part of the team, so he always waited for you

he walked you home or nearby every time he could he wanted you safe

his eyes always always instantly light up and screams “y/n-chan!” and immediately runs to you

but also he is the one who search you the most around

if it was lunch time he went to your home room and literally lunches with you no matter what or who

he never lets anyone lend you their hoodie, it always has to be his that you are wearing

he self crowned himself as your favorite

he hugs you out of nowhere istg is the best feeling ever

hanamaki also also also considers you priority

he is kinda more of the lowkey one, he is mainly the one who checks up on you

he once spotted a bruise in your arm and he immediately freaked out

“DO I HAVE TO FIGHT SOMEONE” “god no! i just dropped a huge book there!”

hanamaki is the one who waits for you in the entrance of the gym to walk with you to practice

he also is the first one to notice if something is wrong with you along with iwachan

they both unintentionally pay attention to you a lot and if you do something out of the common they just approach you

and they are always right

“what’s wrong y/n?” hanamaki says

“yeah, is everything okay you need anything?” iwaizumi continues.

“what do you mean guys? i’m okay” you obviously try to lie.

“no you are not, you are acting different”

“yea iwachan is right you always change yous t shirt before practice and the way you are ordering the volleyballs is off”

“why do know me so well” you indeed had a terrible day, so you almost tear up bb of that and be of how amazing your boys were to you sometimes”

“come here little one”

you heard a pout

“i see you oikawa, you can get a hug too. matsu come here”

matsukawa is your hype man

he loves messing with you like in the big brother sister way

like if a guy asked you out he’d be like “sis you can do so much better”

you are always being salty whether it’s between you or other ones

besides if you do have a crush on anyone on the team matsu is the only one to know

and he’d constantly blackmail you with that

“if you don’t buy me anything from the vending machine i will tell oikawa you actually swoon for him” “OKAY FINE”

“tell the coach that we do not need laps or iwaizumi is gonna knowwwww about” “i hate you so much”

but returning to the point you always messed with them specially the four third years

and you were so good at it

one day, you ‘innocently’ mentioned to the boys “i’m just telling you! i’ve never seen two pretty best friends, one of them always gotta be ugly”

GOD LORD THE BOMB YOU JUST ACTIVATED

THEY SPENT A WHOLE WEEK TRYING TO FUGURE OUT WHO WAS THE PRETTY BEST FRIEND BETWEEN IWA AND OIKAWA, ALSO MATSU AND HANAMAKI AHHAHAHAAH

your third years never made you feel insecure

like if you think idk listening to btr was weird because someone in the past made you feel like it be sure the next day they WILL PLAY FUCKING BIG TIME RUSH IN PRACTICE ONLY FOR YOU TO VIBE WITH THEM

also they all four have this little thought that they have to be the ones who protect you

in the court you looked out for them, outside of it they were the ones who did that

if you were teased or someone even had the audacity to make fun of you it could go three ways

you stoping kyoutani and yahaba because they were so ready to throw hands

matsukawa, hanamaki and kunimi just taking you out of there and rather say positive thinks about you

or oikawa and iwaizumi behind you giving the saltiest and meanest glares to whoever dared talking you that way and saying “and you still wonder why people don’t like you?, ” then iwaizumi says “you are right oikawa, you piece of crap have your entire life to be a jerk. take a day off your stupidity won’t left anyways”

god you sure loved those guys

BUT

as it can be really useful sometimes there were other times were they become so annoying

specially when it’s about someone liking you.

like romantic styles

i live for the idea that the vb team had obviously fangirls, oikawa mostly. but you also did

like yeah the fangirls of oikawa and the boys envied you

but the guys in aoba johsai high envied the volleyball team even more

god bless the poor guy or girl who DARES to ask you out

like please someone stop them 😭

on valentine’s day you came to practice a bit late just because you needed to figure it out how to organize all the fucking love letters and the chocolates and flowers that you got over the day.

oikawa was already worried as he always waited for you to start, and so were the guys so they decided to warm up a bit more to wait.

you crossed the door with thousands of gifts and all of that barely catching the ones which you dropped. because at this point you did not even try to hide it from the boys, you just wanted them to start practice.

he looked at you and knew exactly what that meant. he received this every once in a while, but god what was that feeling in his chest when some other people like you?

iwaizumi felt that too, that weird feeling not wanting anyone to think about you that wayyyyy

the rest of the boys had divided opinions but still you were their manager.

“so did all this came from...”

“yes matsu...”

“okay but for scientific purposes we need the names”

“HANAMAKI NO”

poor boys, they just are all scared that you’ll leave them because of someone

what a dramatic queens they are all

some of them didn’t like it bc they also had a big crush on you

so what they do is that they gatekeep anyone from you

like oml if they ever catched you and a girl or guy and they knew they liked you they constantly beg for your attention.

and it’s not only because they are being dramatic but also because they remember last year when you went out with some random dude and broke your heart like

they almost killed that guy

so they wanted you to feel happy and safe

to them? honestly you are the light of their life.

they dedicate every game to you, they take care of you, they listen to you, they brag about you, they love you

because honestly you did all that for them first

and ever since then they made sure to return that to you.