#iwaizumi fluff

[alkaano]

♥︎ Iwaizumi Hajime who is just such a man ♥︎

Who always buys gifts for you, not expecting anything in return except being his girlfriend and best friend

Who always opens your passenger door and helps you if you’re in heels, who’ll even buy you more comfortable shoes while on a date.

Who will gladly and effortlessly carry you bride style when said heels start to hurt. He loves doing it so much he’ll do it even if you aren’t wearing heels.

Who is the embodiment of “Wear what you like, I can fight” and always introduces himself as your boyfriend (sometimes fiance)

Who refuses to let you pay for dinner, even if it’s his birthday you’re treating him to (You did get sneaky one time and he’s still very a little sour about it) 

Who is loved by your parents for being such a gentleman, asking your parents if he can become your husband and start a family with you one day(no, he doesn’t ask if you can be his wife, he asks to be yours)

Who loves you so much, he doesn’t know how to put it in words, but still lets you know everyday how much he adores you and cherishes your presence  

Iwaizumi Hajime, who just loves you so much, he can’t help but smile each time he thinks about it <3

can you tell who I love more (hint: it's not the setter)

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[bokutoko]

VENUST

knight!iwaizumi x princess!reader

1. more than duty

wc. 2k

cw. tension, first kiss, iwaizumi and yn are awkward asf!!!! i promise it’ll be more like one-shots after this, i just wanted to do some world building and explain how they got together forgive me </3

iwaizumi never cared much for his birthday.

growing up, he didn’t celebrate his date of birth, nor did his parents. he was afforded neither the time nor the luxury to worry about such things—about celebrations and frivolous things, like gifts or sweets—he treated it as any other day. especially now, when his duty was to serve another.

very few actually knew of his birthday, the only ones being a couple of old friends he knew as a child.

so, iwaizumi was grateful that the day went on as any other. another suitor visited the castle in an attempt to court the princess, and they took a turn in the main gardens, pointing out various greenery throughout their stroll. it was a beautiful summer day, with a breeze making the sun’s heat slightly more bearable.

a part of him was secretly relieved this lord was not invited to the princess’ private gardens—where entry is possible only by verbal invitation from the princess herself. typically, she visited there upon wishing for a moment by herself—in which case, iwaizumi would stand by the entrance, patiently awaiting her return. if ever asked about it, she usually waved it off and easily changed the subject, not particularly looking to tell of her personal safe haven.

with iwaizumi walking several yards behind the two, he had to hold his tongue and hide the distaste in his eyes as heard the suitor make the grave mistake of jesting with the princess about her favorite flower—claiming that such a “common” flower is not befitting of a princess such as she.

iwaizumi stifled a huff of laughter at his comment, knowing this afternoon visit would very soon be over.

“i would watch your tongue, lord thompson, for you are insulting a princess,” she seethed. she had always been more… passionate about the idea of respect, along with many other things. iwaizumi knew of these many things very well—when he first met her as a young knight-in-training, he only referred to her as “your highness” and listened to her commands without hesitation, hanging on to every word. but strangely, she fought with him daily about dropping the honorific, and begrudgingly, they compromised with the name “princess.”

his eyes bounced between her and the suitor, watching as the lord quickly backpedaled, stuttering and falling over his words as he attempted to explain how he only meant a princess should favor flora akin to magnolias, not a commoner’s plant.

the princess promptly sent him away, wishing for him to not return to the castle to court her again, or else he would have to explain to her father how he so easily disregarded the monarchy’s dominion.

ah, a normal day indeed.

as the day drew to its close, iwaizumi walked the princess to her chambers and bid her goodnight, bowing his head as she smiled, closing the door behind her.

then began the night watch. iwaizumi routinely stood outside her door until half past midnight, where an overnight guard would then relieve him of his post to rest until the following morning when the princess awoke.

all was quiet, as it usually was. there’d only been two instances of overzealous and curious suitors who wished to know the location of the princess’ chambers. two times too many. though, their curiosity was… swiftly halted when a sword was pressed to their throat, their eyes meeting iwaizumi’s cold and unwavering gaze.

one cannot be too careful nowadays, so he himself arranged an overnight guard to take his place so he may get some semblance of rest before morning arrived.

the morning was iwaizumi’s favorite time to see the princess, knowing her mind and body were still laced with sleep. she always greeted him with a tired little smile and a gentle, “good morning, iwaizumi,” as he walked with her to the stables for her morning ride on horseback. she always greeted the stable boys with kind smiles and questions of how their morning had been.

she was never unjustifiably rude to the castle servants or knights—hell, she offered to help wash the dishes one evening after supper because one of the kitchen maids fell ill that afternoon. she was the gentlest, yet most fiery person iwaizumi had ever known.

he presumed that was why his heart would race in her presence at times. why he’d give her imperceptibly lingering glances when she spoke so kindly to the townspeople in the nearby town after begging to accompany the cooks and maids into town for fresh produce.

suddenly, the creaking of the door behind him echoed through the otherwise silent corridor snapped him from his thoughts, along with a quiet murmur of, “iwaizumi?”

he turned, his brows furrowing as he saw the princess, clad in her chemise and a shawl over her shoulders.

oh. maybe this was iwaizumi’s favorite time of day to see the princess—

he immediately looked away, chastising himself over how his cheeks heated up at the sight of her in such an intimate context. he cleared his throat, though still not trusting himself to say something without a break in his voice.

“is there something the matter, princess?”

she poked her head out further, looking down the hall for any wandering eyes. “i require your assistance with something.”

“in your chambers?” he knew better than to enter a lady’s bedroom, especially the princess’, even with her explicit permission.

“there is an… insect i need you to take care of.” she inwardly cringed, knowing it was a lame excuse.

he knew she was lying, but played along, assuming there was more to the situation that she hesitates to share with possible wandering eyes and ears. he glanced up and down the west wing before entering, quietly shutting the door behind him.

“is everything alright?”

she smiled with a nod. “yes, yes, of course. just… just a moment.” the air was quiet between them as she reached beneath her bed to grab a box. it was adorned with a little bow intricately tied at the top, done by herself. she stood in front of him, holding it out to him.

he was puzzled, looking at her with a questioning gaze. “what is this?”

“it is a gift.”

“on what occasion?”

“for your birthday, iwaizumi,” she said with a sweet smile, as if it was silly of him to not expect a gift.

it felt like the air had been whisked out of his lungs, his eyes blankly staring down at the box. he’d never received an actual gift before, so why was the princess doing such a thing? he was not worthy of any gift from such a person. she’d never done this for previous birthdays—what was different about this one?

he slowly undid the bow and opened the top to reveal the most beautiful dagger he’d ever seen. with the cleanest steel blade, he could practically see his own reflection. but, what truly caught his eye was the dozens of emeralds carefully encrusted into its hilt.

he heard a huff from the princess, and he glanced up to see her staring at him. “i tried so hard to match the color of your eyes…” she frowned, “i was so close.”

iwaizumi thought his heart was going to stop.

“princess, i… cannot accept this.”

“you can, and you will,” she firmly said, “for it is considered rude to refuse a gift.”

she met his gaze with that same fiery look he came to care for a little too much—she was not taking no for an answer.

“this must have cost a fortune…” he whispered.

“its cost does not matter. do you like it?”

hastily nodding, he added, “please, princess, do not take my surprise as disrespect. this is the most gracious gift—i feel undeserving of such a beautiful weapon.”

“i trust your judgment to use it wisely and in the correct context.” her hand laid over his that held the dagger. “please, accept this as my thanks for your loyalty.”

before he could object again, she leaned in and pressed the gentlest kiss to his cheek. “happy birthday, my dear iwaizumi,” she whispered into his ear, the brush of her lips against the lobe sending his heart ablaze.

“i…” all the words he could think of seemed to die in his throat as that simple phrase fell from her lips like the sweetest honey. “i swore an oath to protect you, princess. i will defend you even upon my dying breath.”

the pale moonlight from her open curtain spilled into her bedroom, painting them both in the most beautiful soft shimmer. her brows knitted together in a confused yet pleading expression, looking up at him as time seemed to stop around them. the world felt as if it stopped spinning—the only thing that mattered was how close the princess and her knight were, their faces just inches away.

“tell me,” she murmured, searching his gaze, “is this just mere duty?”

he blinked at her question. "i… don't understand."

"yes, you do." her voice was soft, almost small. "do not lie to me, iwaizumi.”

he swallowed, his throat filled with cotton as he hesitated uttering the words that could cost him his job, his livelihood. “it was never just out of duty, princess.”

she met his eyes, the green in his irises looking more olive in color the closer she was. she noted the subtle dilation of his pupils—surely, hers behaved the same. “so you would do anything for me, right?”

“i would give my life for you.” his voice was clear, void of hesitation—as had always been the case for her most trusted and devoted knight.

“so…” she drawled, not straying from his gaze, “if i asked anything of you, you would do it?”

she already knew his answer. “yes, princess.”

the way he looked at her made time slow to a stop, though her heart continued to beat: fast and erratic. she knew what she was doing—this was poorly planned, it was a risk.

she was never one to gamble, but as she stood at the ledge that led to the unknown, she couldn’t stop herself from diving headfirst. it was scary, yet it was exhilarating. “then kiss me,” she softly commanded.

he triangulated between both her eyes, down to her lips, and back up again as he fought the little voice in his head telling him to do it, to just kiss her. he’d dreamt of that moment for years, never once believing it would truly happen, especially not like this. “princess…”

“do you wish to kiss me? or… have i misread things?” oh, she sounded so unsure of herself—iwaizumi felt his heart clench.

“you have not,” he clarified, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, his hand gently falling to trace the slope of her neck, “you have misread nothing.”

iwaizumi’s mind was battling a war that he knew was bound to lose, for how could he resist his princess?

he placed the dagger on her vanity, and he cupped her face—god, she was breathtaking. she looked reminiscent of an angel, bathed in the soft glow from the moon.

when his lips met hers, he noticed she tasted of the dessert made for that evening’s supper, and he was then certain he’d found his new favorite food.

his hands moved downwards, hesitating and hovering over her waist as her mouth opened up to him. her own hands resting against the armor that protected his chest. hopefully, it hid the dangerously rapid skips of his heart. when a soft whine escaped her, and her hands guided his to snake around her back, iwaizumi realized just how weak a man he truly was for the princess.

notes. ✎ᝰ

᯽ magnolias are associated with nobility, symbolizing dignity and perseverance.

᯽ chemise: a loose-fitting nightgown that can worn for sleep, lingerie, or everyday wear. sometimes worn as an undergarment for a dress, but mainly used for sleepwear.

᯽ the princess had the dagger specially made for iwaizumi, using emeralds from her personal treasury. as stated, she hand-selected every gem, attempting to choose the colors closest to his eye color. however, she told the blacksmith and jeweler the weapon was for her own use to avoid suspicion.

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[aerifim]

imagine having a secret relationship with iwaizumi as the karasuno manager. like, the amount of thrill and excitement that would run through your veins the moment you lock eyes with him during a match is uncanny. the way his sharp gaze would linger for just a second too long before he snaps his attention back to the game—it's enough to send your heart racing.

the desperation of wanting to be near each other—knowing that the other is just right there—and resisting the urge to walk over to your boyfriend is a different level of risk. there's a magnetic pull between you, one that you both have to fight against to keep your relationship under wraps. 

though, despite the odds of being on opposing sides—and having to deal with the rivalry between your team and his—iwaizumi manages to find subtle ways to communicate with you between matches. a slight tug at his jersey means i miss you, a quick tap on his water bottle signals to meet you later, and a slight smirk across the court drives you absolutely nuts.

he even tries to sneak little notes into your bag, ones that say things like “you looked cute today. try not to stress too much over the crows.” 

but the struggle of not getting caught is real. kageyama and hinata always seem suspicious—especially since they seem to have a sixth sense when something feels “off”—but luckily they're too dense to put the pieces together.

but oikawa? he's a completely different story. he knows something is up. every time karasuno and aoba johsai are in the same vicinity, he teases iwaizumi mercilessly. 

“iwa-chan, you keep looking at karasuno’s manager. don't tell me you’ve got a crush.” he coos, only to get smacked upside the head.

there are so many close calls that almost revealed your relationship to the whole team. like the time you accidentally just called him “hajime” in front of your team, making tanaka and nishinoya immediately latch onto it. or when you and iwaizumi almost left a convenience store together after practice—laughing, completely forgetting that your teams were also inside. 

but then, it finally slips. the two of you got caught making out with each other in the storage room after a long, intense, and competitive practice match against aoba johsai. neither of you saw the door swing open in time and the two most noisiest team members had caught you two in the act. 

to say that tanaka and nishinoya were shocked to see the sight of you and an aoba johsai teammate making out in the storage room would be an understatement. and soon enough, everyone else knew. 

it started small. once sugawara and daichi caught wind of it, they immediately sat you down and spoke to you about it. 

with the rest of the team. 

luckily, it wasn't that big of a deal on your end—if you ignore tanaka and noya’s dramatic commentary. but for iwaizumi? he had to deal with oikawa being a drama queen. 

but, after all the teasing, the fake outrage, and oikawa dramatically claiming he needed “emotional recovery time” (which was just an excuse to bother iwaizumi more), both teams accepted it. 

that didn't mean they'd stop messing with you two, though. 

any time karasuno and aoba johsai were in the same gym, oikawa would send exaggerated kisses in your direction for the sole purpose of pissing iwaizumi off. nishinoya and tanaka started calling him “brother-in-law” to see how long it would take to get him to snap. 

sugawara even joined in on it, casually mentioning things like, “wow, iwaizumi-san, you're so polite for someone who made out in our storage room.” 

and, despite all the teasing, the sneaky comments, and the endless smirks from both teams, you and iwaizumi wouldn’t change a thing.

because at the end of the day, it was worth it.

♡ happy valentines day! this is for @reiyaus :3 & for the 3 people alive in the haikyuu fandom rn.

[makkir0ll]

between you and your husband, you were the one more…vocal about your love for him. leaving him sweet notes with doodles of the two of you in his lunch, ending all heartfelt messages with x’s, planting a big kiss on his cheek that he pretended to cringe at but in reality he looked forward to it everytime he left the house.

people would always come up to you, telling you that he doesn’t reciprocate his love with words and such and asking you how you dealt with it. truth be told it took a while for you to get used to but soon enough you began to see the signs.

it was the way that every time he got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom he would tuck your feet back into bed. the way he spent a solid twenty minutes cleaning your phone screen, and with furrowed brows as he placed your new screen protector on, making sure there were no bubbles. it was when you opened his wallet that you saw all the notes you wrote him saved in one pocket of his shitty leather wallet that was begging to be put to rest. it's the way when you come home after a long night out with your friends he takes his time undressing you, removing and placing your jewelry carefully on your bedside table and making sure to gently take off your makeup and of course do your skincare routine that he has memeorized. when he goes out and he spots a little something with your favorite character on it he buys it immediately, not bothering to look at the price tag because the way your eyes would light up when he brought home the little gift was worth more than a billion dollars to him.

it was when on your third month anniversary when the two of you were still dating, while the two of you sat down on the booth next to each other at a restaurant he held your hand and squeezed it three times. signifying the words, i love you. he knew he loved you from the start but was scared it was too soon to say it and this was his silent way of telling you so. and you picked up on it quickly when he started to do it more often.

and on your wedding day, as the two of you stand in front of all your loved ones and the officiator he says the most beautiful vows ever, telling you that "if death do us part then i hope to find you in every lifetime" and once he ended with that sentence, he squeezed your hand three times. i. love. you.

you always knew your husband loved you because his actions spoke a thousand words to you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜

sigh. TSUKISHIMA FREAKING KEI!!!!!!!!, akaashi keiji (he writes notes back to you), KITA. SHINSUKE., iwaizumi hajime (30) athletic trainer, suna rintarou, USHIJIMA, kageyama tobio (squeezed your hand a lot when you started dating), MIYA OSAMU, sakusa kiyoomi, OH OH OH AONE!!,

[bowtiepasta]

the only place iwaizumi's ever felt like he really belonged was beside you.

which is why watching you lean toward mattsun as you fell asleep on the train, bothered him. which is why, hearing that makki was the first person you called when you landed back in japan ruined his day. which is why — finding out that oikawa was texting and facetiming you the entire time he was in argentina, hurt him more than anything. what about him?

he goes about his day thinking about you. iwa wakes up at 8:35 instead of 8:30 because you used to say the extra five should be reserved for good morning kisses.

he leaves a blanket on the left side of the sofa in his living room since it was the spot where you slept the last time you stumbled onto his doorstep shitfaced, slurring on about how he was your “favorite ex” and “the one that got away.” just in case.

his hour long break at work turns to two hours in the time he walks around the gym daydreaming about how he would forget to bring his lunch, and you would drive over to deliver it (with a side of make out in the broom closet, which was his favorite part). bokuto gives him a weird look. he nearly gets fired that evening.

when iwa gets home, closes the door behind him, he’s fed up. he misses you; god, he really does. so much so that he feels it pull at his chest, and his hands grapple at his phone without a second thought. he scrolls down to your name in his contact list, not without a heart next to it. and he calls you, lets it go to voicemail.

the next ten minutes are spent in reminiscing, paragraphs spoken about the things he wishes he could do with you again. he falls asleep on the phone, wakes up to it ringing. his body feels at home the moment he hears your voice on the other end.

you ask how his mother is doing, ask if he’s met anyone new at all, ask if he’s eaten today and if he wants to get lunch at the cafe nearby. his heart skips a beat at the slivers of hope you’re rationing, clawing at the crumbs of second chance. even if that means he has to start again, this time across from you.

[tetskuro]

iwaizumi knows it's never a good sign when he hears the snickering of his former teammates. he should've figured they were up to something when they tried every trick in the book to distract him into blindly following them to an undisclosed location. he belatedly realizes their scheming as he stands with you in the archway underneath the conveniently placed mistletoe dangling above.

you look up at the small plant and then at iwaizumi. "i knew there was something fishy when oikawa told me that you needed help tying your shoelaces and that you absolutely couldn't leave your spot."

curse these stupid christmas traditions, iwaizumi thinks. yet there's nothing he wants to do more than kiss you.

his eyes are glued to a particularly interesting spot on the wall, and his ears are as red as the berries adorning the mistletoe. how cute.

"are you sure? we don't have to do this—"

iwaizumi is interrupted by your lips against his own. the sweetness of the kiss nearly sends him into overdrive as he tastes eggnog and peppermint flavored chapstick. it's intoxicating—the way he loses his breath to you has him weak in the knees. he holds you with just enough pressure to confirm that he isn't dreaming but light enough to conceal his thinly veiled desperation.

when you pull away, iwaizumi's face is flushed, and you can only assume yours is too judging by the heat in your cheeks. he fidgets with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, a rare nervous habit of his, before speaking.

"i'd like to kiss you again," he says slowly once he regains the ability to form sentences. "without the mistletoe.. or the audience."

iwaizumi glares at his former teammates peeking around the corner, and they quickly scurry away but not before sending him some exaggerated winks and loud whistles.

you smile sweetly at him and his heart lurches in his chest. "i'd love that."

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[starfruitii]

cws & notes. fluff. post-timeskip. iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader, + special guest appearances from the seijoh 4 because i love them. 800+ words.

“Wait. Wait a second.” Oikawa squints at you, then at Iwaizumi, then back at you again. “Something's different.”

“First time we see you in almost a year, and you're already acting weird.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, pulling out two chairs for you both to sit down. “Nothing's different.”

“Glad to see leaving Japan hasn't changed you, Oikawa.” You chime in, sliding into your seat. It was a nice little cafe, not too crowded, but not empty either. The table Oikawa had chosen was tucked away in the back, right by a window overlooking the street, giving you a perfect opportunity to watch the people walking by.

“No.... no, something is definitely off.” Oikawa looks over to the other two occupied seats, searching for some sort of agreement from his companions. “You two see it, don't you? Something has definitely changed since our last meet-up.”

“Our last meet-up was last September. I think it would be weirder if we hadn't changed a little since then,” Matsukawa laughs, waving him off. “I mean, look at Makki's haircut.”

Hanamaki looks thoughtful for a moment, nodding at Oikawa. “Nah, I think he's got a point. You two seem a little—Wait, what do you mean? What's wrong with my hair, asshole?”

“Hey, I didn't say it was bad! Just... different.”

“So, different in a good way?”

“Uh... sure, if that's what you want to go with.”

“You—”

“This isn't about Makki's hair!” Oikawa interrupts, pointing an accusing finger towards Iwaizumi. He looks up from the menu in his hands, glaring back at Oikawa. “It's about them. Something happened between you two, didn't it?”

“Maybe they got engaged.” Hanamaki suggests.

“They have to be dating before they get engaged.” Matsukawa pauses, realization on his face. “Wait, is that it? Did you guys actually start dating? Do I owe Makki ¥2000?”

“You're all imagining things.” Iwaizumi says bluntly. “Now, are we going to order or not?”

Oikawa's suspicion doesn't waver, but the mention of food distracts him enough to begrudgingly let the topic go. He waves over a waitress, ordering drinks and snacks for the whole table. Once she is gone, the conversation shifts to Matsukawa's work, then Hanamaki's lack of work, then everything Oikawa has been up to in Argentina.

Throughout the visit, you sit back and relax, chiming in with your own anecdotes and comments every now and then. For the most part, you keep quiet, content with listening to your friends as they catch up. Ever since graduation, when you all went your separate ways, reunions with all five of you were few and far between, so you were just happy to be together once again.

You barely notice the time passing at all, until Oikawa is five-minutes deep into a rant about his new team. Iwaizumi looks at his watch and balks, standing up from his seat.

“It's already five.” He says, cutting off Oikawa's voice. “I gotta get going soon.”

“Me too,” You sigh.

“Already?” Matsukawa groans.

“Both of you?” Hanamaki asks, raising an eyebrow. “You have plans you'd like to share?”

“He's my ride home.” You shrug, gathering up your things. “It was great seeing you guys though. We'll have to hang out again when you're all free.”

After your goodbyes, the two of you leave the cafe and walk the short distance to Iwaizumi's car. Once you're alone, you settle into a comfortable silence, accompanied by the quiet sounds of the city in the background. Without your friends' scrutinizing gaze, Iwaizumi walks a little closer to you, until your shoulders lightly brush. The slight touch sends a shiver down your spine, but you make no effort to move away.

“So, Oikawa seems to think something is up.” You say casually, watching Iwaizumi frown at the mention of his friend.

“He can think whatever he wants to think.” He rolls his eyes, holding open the side door of his car. “We don't owe him anything.”

“We do have to tell them at some point, don't we?” You continue, as you climbed into the passenger seat. “You of all people should know he's not going to shut up about it until we do.”

“Of course I know that.” Iwaizumi grumbled, as soon as he was sat in his own seat.

“So...?”

“So what?” He adjusts his mirrors, glancing over at you.

“Is he right?” There's a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. It's clear you find it much more amusing than he does. You lean closer, whispering the words like they're a grand secret. “Is something different, Hajime?”

Iwaizumi shakes his head a little, but can't hide the small smirk on his face. His hand reaches out to grasp your chin, tilting your face upwards so he can press a slow, sweet kiss to your lips. As he leans back, there's a light pink dusting his cheeks. “I don't know. Has something changed?”

You laugh lightly, savouring the taste of his lips on your own. “Nope. Nothing at all.”

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[gojover]

“kiss me.”

those two words are already enough to make iwaizumi’s poor, alcohol-muddled brain come to a screeching halt. he gapes at you, unsure if he’s heard you correctly.

“iwaizumi,” you say, “i know this is sudden and weird and strange, but i need you to kiss me, like, right now.”

he blinks at you, hard. “you’re drunk,” he states, though his own words are slightly slurred.

“i am,” you confirm, nodding. “but that’s not the point.”

he squints, trying to piece together whatever mess you’ve roped him into this time. the party is still raging behind you, music thumping through the walls, but here in the dimly lit hallway, it’s just you—flushed and desperate, fingers curled into the fabric of his sleeve.

“what exactly is the point, then?” he asks warily.

you glance over your shoulder, then back at him, urgency clear in your expression. “that guy over there won’t leave me alone.”

iwaizumi frowns instantly, body tensing. “who?” 

“not important. what’s important is that you kiss me so he gets the message.”

his stomach does a weird flip, and he can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the fact that you’re looking at him like you’re actually considering—like it’s not just some convenient excuse.

“c’mon, iwa.” your voice drops into something softer, almost teasing, but still urgent. “it’s not like you haven’t thought about it.”

his brain short-circuits for the second time tonight.

before he can respond, you’re tugging at his shirt, and suddenly, your lips are on his—warm, and tasting faintly of whatever cheap cocktail you’ve been nursing all night.

iwaizumi stiffens at first, hands hovering uncertainly in the air, brain scrambling to catch up. he’s drunk, sure, but not drunk enough to miss the fact that this is you—his best friend barring oikawa, the person he’s known for years, the one person who shouldn’t be kissing him like this.

but you are.

and worse? he’s kissing you back.

your fingers twist into the front of his shirt, tugging him closer, and a little noise escapes the back of his throat before he can stop it. his hands finally move, one settling hesitantly at your waist while the other cups the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. you smell like your shampoo, the same scent he’s gotten whiffs of on his hoodies after you’ve stolen them, and everything is too much.

he pulls back slightly, breathing hard. “you—” his voice cracks, so he swallows and tries again. “you sure that guy’s even looking?”

you blink up at him, dazed. “huh?” 

“i mean, if you were just trying to make a point—”

“oh. oh!” you glance over your shoulder, looking a little lost, then turn back to him with a sheepish grin. “yeah. i forgot about that.”

he lets out a rough, incredulous laugh. “you forgot?”

you nod, still gripping his shirt. your thumb brushes against the skin at his collarbone, and his stomach flips again.

“wow,” you say, quieter. “you kiss really well.”

iwaizumi lets loose a breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. his heart is pounding, and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands anymore—if he should step away and put distance between you, or if he should just pull you back in, consequences be damned.

you must notice the hesitation because you’re much closer, now, tipping your chin up and whispering, “we can stop if you want.”

it doesn’t feel like you want to stop. and god help him, he doesn’t want to stop either.

his fingers tighten at your waist. “you’re gonna regret this in the morning.”

you smile, all soft and lazy. “guess we’ll find out.”

#3. a breathy demand, “kiss me”, and what the other person does in response.

[clawsdevour]

at ease

wc: 0.3k content warning: time-skip, established relationship, iwaizumi x reader, suggestive, not proofread

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stressed at the thought of work as you check your emails in bed, your husband's laying beside you with his eyes glued to the TV infront. you can't help but let out a large sigh after reading a message about an upcoming conference meeting you have to attend the next day at work.

you didn't even notice how loud you sighed to be catching iwa's attention, squinting eyes glancing toward your furrowed brows that looked down upon your tiny screen.

"everything okay at work, babe?" peering up, you're immediately lost in his eyes that radiate warmth.

"mhm.. just another conferencing meeting scheduled. late.. again," you replied while shutting your phone off and tossing it into blanket to get work off of your mind. this was iwa and your alone time, why stress about work?

tilting your head, you make contact with the crook iwa's muscular neck, your arm searching for a place to rest as you wrap yours around his lean and built bicep that you like to squish. iwa's tight facial features soften up with a gentle smile as he leans his head on yours, accepting that he's gonna be in this exact position as long as you don't move.

"..you know a good way to destress?" the tone of his voice sounded like he was up to something devious. you can basically hear him smirking once you let out a hm?

"exercising." well, you shouldn't have been surprised. your husband's an athletic trainer after all but obviously you weren't in the mood for exercising when you could melt alongside iwa.

"haha. no," you huffed out.

"i meant another type of exercising that'll help put you at ease," there was that smirk. "like what?"

"i'll kiss your waist and ease your mind."

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[satoruxx]

you fiddle with your nails as you walk home at tooru's side, the sounds of mattsun, makki, and iwa bickering further up ahead cutting through the empty streets. you’re uncharacteristically nervous, because god knows you’ve never done something like this before—but you steel yourself because it’s worth it for him.

your feelings for oikawa tooru are all consuming—strong and deep and intense. they’ve been brewing for well over two years now, nourished by the increased amount of time you’ve spent with him. they overwhelm you, washing over your being with an intensity you’ve never felt before, and they drive you to stick by his side for as long as you can—desperate and aching for the boy who puts the stars in your sky.

you know that timing is important because tooru is nothing if not driven—singularly focused on the sport that gives him the air he needs to breathe. so you wait until well after his match with karasuno, giving your all to support him and the rest of the team because volleyball has become important to you after spending so much time with them. you give it time, wait until after the team has taken the time to lament over their missed chance, and after all the third years are ready to move on to the next phase of their lives, before you finally decide to spill your guts to him.

tooru stares ahead as he’s walking, pensive and unsmiling, and you’re dying to know what’s going on in his head. his eyes are bright, a contrast to his expression, and there’s a resolute glint in his irises that has you feeling oddly shaken. when you reach his house, the rest of the group waves back at him before continuing on, and you realize this is your chance.

so, dangerously, you put your heart on the line.

you tell him everything you've ever thought about him—how you admire his drive and his passion, how you have looked up to him for years and years. how you have never felt so deeply for someone before knowing him. it comes out in a rushed ramble of words, all those nights of practicing in the mirror doing nothing for you in the actual moment. you stumble a few times, your face getting warmer with every word, and yet as each sentence falls forth you feel a weight lift from your shoulders—the flesh of your lungs clatter against your ribs, anxious and eager.

tooru inhales, gaze darting between your eyes and then flitting downwards. even in the dark of the night, you can see the pinkish hue crawling up his neck, can see the way he fidgets with his own fingers. he stares at you, lips parted as a wide array of emotions flit over his handsome features—they finally settle into a strange combination of apologetic and resigned.

and then he tells you no.

he tells you that volleyball will always take precedence, that he has already mapped out his future, which is too far away from you. he tells you about argentina and how his mind is made up. he tells you that he's flattered, that he's glad you're friends but that's all he can do right now.

“i'm sorry,” he says with a grimace. he studiously avoids looking at you, but you can't stop staring at him—your stomach sinks as he turns to head inside.

it takes you months to muster up the courage to tell him. it takes him two minutes to say no to you.

the rejection stings in a way that is unfamiliar, and you take a shaky breath as you walk down the street to catch up with the others.

the humiliation makes itself known in the form of a painful lump in your throat—unmoving and heavy. when you glance up you see that the third years have hung back, waiting for you. makki is wearing a knowing grin, but it falters when he sees your expression. mattsun, ever observant, seems to immediately understand, and he wordlessly slings an arm over your shoulder.

all you can do is awkwardly chuckle, knowing that it sounds weak and throaty as you shake your head. “i feel stupid,” you admit, voice wobbling as heat burns through your skin—unpleasant and unwelcome.

“you're not stupid,” makki mutters, hands shoved deep in his pockets as his lips slant regretfully. you stare at the ground, nodding slowly under the weight of mattsun's arm. your lungs ache, and you know that if you open your mouth, you will lose it entirely. so all you can manage to do is look up at iwa with glassy eyes and trembling lips and a rueful smile that probably makes you look as pathetic as you feel.

you don't notice the way his fists are clenched at his sides, nails digging indents into his palms. he grits his teeth, gaze flitting to oikawa's house in the background, but he doesn't say anything.

none of them speak as they walk you home, and you try your best to keep the sniffles to a minimum, too embarrassed to look at them.

you've never felt pain like this before, and it's hard to get over it because everything reminds you of tooru. it's like someone has taken a knife and carved into your ribcage, grasping your heart before taking it out crushing it between bloodied fingers. but even despite the gaping hole in your chest you know that there are expectations to be met, things to be done.

that's the strange thing about your silly unrequited love—it hurts and hurts and hurts some more until it stops one day before you can realize it. even though your chest is still bleeding you go on with life—you go to university, you get a job, you pay bills. you get up in the morning and brush your hair and drink water and tie your shoes until the wound closes itself up. you start smiling a little wider and laughing a little freer until oikawa tooru is nothing more than an old name.

and of course there are instances where you are reminded of him and what could've been, whether it's seeing milk bread in a supermarket or passing by children hitting a volleyball over a net out in the sun. you know very well that your friends are occasionally still in contact with their old captain, not that this bothers you. after all, mattsun, makki, and iwa were very careful not to bring him up around you, which you're grateful for. so even hearing the name in passing becomes easier.

it is difficult until it isn't anymore.

you've all but forgotten him now, after years and years and years—nothing more than a distant memory.

so imagine the sinking feeling of dread pooling in your stomach when you walk into the restaurant on makki's birthday and see oikawa tooru sitting at the bar, drink in hand. his eyes are alight as he laughs at whatever conversation he's joined, dark hair falling into his eyes messily.

one step forward, ten steps back.

for a second you can't help but stare, breath stolen from your lungs because it feels like the knife is back and twisting itself into your flesh all over again. there is a panic rising in your throat, suffocating and overwhelming and jarring.

tooru lifts his glass to his lips, hiding his grin as his gaze lazily travels over the expanse of the room.

another surge of panic. the familiar sting of humiliation.

he pauses as he's about to take a sip, brown eyes widening when they land on you, and you see the sharp inhale he takes. his stare doesn't waver, too consumed by shock to look away.

and yet that's all you can do—tear your eyes away because you're different now and it's long gone and you know there is no point in going down that rabbit hole again.

it was a lifetime ago—it's done now.

but you will never know how long tooru thought of you after that night back in high school. you will never know that he felt sick to his stomach when he saw the way your face fell at his rejection. you will never know that he bit his tongue so hard it bled as he watched you walk away from him. you will never know that he spent countless nights in argentina wondering what you were up to and how you were. you will never know that sacrificing you for his beloved sport was the hardest thing he's ever done.

so imagine the sinking feeling of dread tooru feels when he sees the way your eyes light up as you find your way over to iwa's side.

@teddybeartoji this is for you mickey ily hehehehehe

[eggyrocks]

the maneater: h. iwaizumi

she dj’s at ‘the maneater’ every weekend, and she’s the highlight of iwaizumi’s bouncer shift.

divider credits to plutism

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pairing: iwaizumi x f!reader

status: completed

tags/warnings: reader is a dj at a night club, iwaizumi is the bouncer, enemies to lovers, smau, alcohol/drinking, language, slightly suggestive, smoking, arguments, very slight angst buried under humor, probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

taglist: CLOSED

yn aesthetic | iwaizumi aesthetic | playlist

yn style guide | yn style guide (pinterest board) | makeup look book | acrylic look book

INTRODUCTIONS: bad girls club | fuck you oikawa

CHAPTER ONE: club classics

CHAPTER TWO: the baddest (badder)

CHAPTER THREE: von dutch

CHAPTER FOUR: 212

CHAPTER FIVE: yummy

CHAPTER SIX: phantom

CHAPTER SEVEN: ecstasy

CHAPTER EIGHT: guess

CHAPTER NINE: diet pepsi

CHAPTER TEN: party 4 u

CHAPTER ELEVEN: claws

CHAPTER TWELVE: forever

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: encore

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: spring breakers

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: my girl

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: track 10

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: image

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: detonate

CHAPTER NINETEEN: hit me where it hurts

CHAPTER TWENTY: everything is romantic

[katescorner]

iwaizumi didn't forget about valentine's day. he had it circled and highlighted on his calendar. he just . . . lost track of time until suddenly it was nine at night. he's lucky he didn't get pulled over on his way home. "sorry. i'm sorry. i—" he stumbled through the door. he felt terrible, but he paused at the sight of you setting the table with a soft smile. "you're home just in time." he blinked, "i am? i thought i was late. i lost track of time. i swear i had tonight down in my phone though. i even set up reminders." he felt terrible, but you weren't mad. you weren't even upset. instead, you laugh a little. "hajime," you say, walking over to your boyfriend to give him a kiss on the cheek. "i'm dating the athletic trainer for the mens volleyball olympic team. not to mention you have the work ethic of a stubborn dog. did you think i'd be blindsided by your lateness?" he didn't have an answer for you as his cheeks turned pink and a swell of appreciation grew in his chest. all he could think about was how lucky he was to have you. so later that night when you'd finally fallen asleep, he looked at engagement rings online.

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[makkir0ll]

thinking about car mechanic iwa who see's you run into his shop with tears in your eyes, drenched from the rain, crying because your car is making a weird noise and symbols are popping up and you don't know what to do because your dad isn't picking up. you tell him all these through broken sobs as he rubs your back comfortingly. he gives you a towel to dry off and some shitty hot coffee with atleast six sugar packets mixed inside...hoping to warm you up. he goes into your car and checks out what's wrong. your car might take a while to get fixed but he promises he can do it. you thank him graciously when he walks to you the loaner cars.

two weeks later you show up at his shop again, and it's a hotter day and you see him with sweat dripping down his VERY toned chest (he's shirtless bc of the heat and their fan does literally nothing to help) with oil stains on his cheek. were his eyes always this green? you think to yourself. when he hands you the keys back to your car and you start it up, everything works perfectly. once you pay he gives you a little discount (he doesn't tell you though) and you want to thank him..maybe with dinner?

[dearru]

getting stood up | ft. hq boys

-> pairings: miya atsumu, miya osamu, hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader | sfw | cw: smau, cursing, they all highkey want u | genre: fluff | mlist

-> synopsis: you text your friend after getting stood up, and he knows exactly how to comfort you.

—a/n: don’t look at me.

[noosayog]

haikyuu boys and their number one princess <3

ft. iwaizumi, suna, and osamu

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Iwaizumi 

“Are you still mad?” 

You fold your arms over your chest harder, cross your legs tighter, and crane your neck further, only letting out a loud and dramatic exhale in answer to his question. 

Iwaizumi says nothing else, but takes one hand off the steering wheel to offer it up to you. 

When you leave his hand hanging, his fingers wiggle towards you in a “come here” motion. You put a closed fist into his hand. 

Your boyfriend says nothing but at the next red light, he pries your fist open and twines his fingers through yours. Then, he uses his other hand to force your now spread fingers tightly closed around his. 

“There,” you hear him huff quietly to himself. 

You’re really no longer mad, just feeling a bit petty but he doesn’t need to know that. 

Suna

You can’t believe him. The nerve of his diva ass to leave the house after the argument he picked. It takes a hot shower, a face mask, and a good nap to just get your frustration under control and that’s when your phone finally rings. 

“What?” you answer brutishly. Eye for an eye. 

Rintaro’s quiet on the other line. 

“Well, are you gonna say anything?” 

He sighs and you’re this close to hanging out and taking another shower. “I bought the toilet paper.” 

“Oh, great. Want me to compliment you? Thank you for doing the bare minimum-” 

“You know…” he cuts you off. “It was your turn to buy the toilet paper.” 

“No, it wasn’t. You always have the first and third weeks of the month today’s…” you trail off once you glance at the calendar. 

He sighs again. “Anyway, I’m coming home soon. Bye, babe.” 

He hangs up before you can respond. 

Okay, so what if he was right and you were wrong. Why would he hang up on you like that? He’s such a petty jackass-

Your phone lights up with a text. 

Do you want your coffee or are you still feeling like a bitch?

Osamu 

Osamu’s already laying in bed, scrolling on his phone, when you finish brushing your teeth. With every intention to show him how mad at him you still are, you plop angrily onto your side of the shared mattress and curl up with your back to him. You give him one pointed glare before turning back over, flipping the covers over yourself so aggressively, it pulls them right off of Osamu. 

Your boyfriend says nothing, bless his soul, before sliding towards you and putting an arm over you in an attempt to spoon. You throw his arm off, inching even further away. 

You hear him exhale one deep and painful breath before he yanks your phone out of your hand and manhandles you so that you’re laying in the middle of the bed on your back. 

“What’s your- oof” 

He rests his entire body on top of you, forcing your limbs to starfish out to accommodate his weight. Then, he continues to scroll on his phone with you under him. 

“Get off!” 

“Not ‘til you get rid of that attitude.”

You shove at his stomach but he doesn’t budge, happy to crush you to sleep. 

It takes monumental effort to bite back a smile when he asks you, “all done?”

“No,” you say petulantly. 

“Good. I can do this all night.”

[wake-uptoreality]

"Should i tattoo your name on my chest?" He murmurs as you both are laying in bed, you between his thighs as he has his arm wrapped around your waist. he moves his lips up and down on your neck, lightly teasing your skin. "Ahn...why would you want that?...besides...it could hurt you..." you say a bit concerned by his sentence, but when you see his firey gaze in his eyes...you close and open your mouth like a fish..."are you really serious?" "I just want a piece of you with me. It would show that I belong only to you. I will feel so proud wearing your name every time, princess...and your name is most beautiful and unique one...I, myself will feel special just by having it on my chest...after all...gosh...i am so obsessed...y/n...y/n...just by saying it drives me insane, princess" he says hoarsly as his pupils are dilated...he grabs your hand and puts it on his muscular chest..."you will be in here always"

-> DAICHI, osamu, IWAIZUMI, hinata, USHIJIMA, kenma, AKAASHI, suna.