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#Iwaizumi Hajime x gn!reader
emmyrosee · 7 months
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“Pssst…”
“Choke.”
“Wanna makeout?”
Instantly, as if on a cue, Hajime’s face blisters into a flush, eyes widening and brows angry as he whips his head to face you.
You’re smiling, and he hates it, and you’re wearing his shirt that completely drowns your frame, hands and knees on the mattress just inches away, and he’s convinced he could live an extra 15 years if you hadn’t stumbled into his life.
But you did stumble into his life. Yay him.
His pencil taps rapidly against his desk, his studying having been completely hijacked by your straightforward flirts. Inviting you to do homework with him never really ended well, and how he hasn’t learned this lesson yet, is a mystery to you both.
“I’m busy.”
You huff and shift to sit on the bed as the gods intended, “you can take three minutes to makeout with me.”
“When was the last time we made out less than ten minutes?” He asks, and he wishes he hadn’t by the way your cocky grin splays over your face.
“Cant help that you’re into me,” you croon. He groans as he tosses his hand up to his face, scrubbing gently to revitalize himself. He’s quickly snapped out of it when he feels your feet wrap around the base of his desk chair and pull him closer to the bed.
This, has him chuckling from disbelief, moving his hands from his face and letting his eyes flick towards your feet. “Be so for real right now,” he says, snickering.
You bite your tongue between your teeth, but before you can do anything else, you scream as he makes a dash at you, barely letting you kick in defense before he pins you down to the bed, his broad chest doing most of the caging while his fingers spider up your sides and his lips sponge kisses on your neck and ears.
“You’re so annoying,” he growls, the vibrations of the rasp tickling your neck. His fingers still and instantly, your arms shift to toss around his neck, looking up at him longingly.
You lift a hand up to card his hair away from his face, “hi.”
“Hey baby.”
With that, he leans down to kiss you, knee planting on the bed to keep him stable and allow him to deepen the kiss. You mewl happily, letting your fingers push his head impossibly closer to you.
You taste sweet, like the bowl of fruit you’ve been stealing from him for the past hour, and you’re so warm from being swaddled in his blankets that he feels calm just by being close to you.
Then again, you always have that affect on him.
With a slight bite of your lips, he slowly starts to pull back, planting little pecks to soothe the bites. You giggle happily and reach up eagerly for each one.
“Haji?”
“What?”
Biting your lip cheekily, he hardens his gaze and reinforces his grip slightly, ready to restart a tickle attack if needed.
“Got you to makeout with me.”
You smirk and lick his nose with the tip of your tongue, making him reel back slightly with a scrunch of his face. He looks at you blankly, while you laugh and play with the locks of hair at the nape of his neck.
“How do you always manage to get your damn way?” He mumbles, leaning down to press another kiss on your lips. Under him, you giggle and chase his lips, clearly eager that now you’ve gotten him to kiss you once, he’s keen to give you more.
Like he always does.
Like he always will.
“Cant help that you’re into me.”
“I really am. Asshole.”
“I love you, too.”
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shoulmate · 2 years
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The groan is involuntary.
As you roll over in bed the sun practically burns your eyes and you groan, too slow to clench your eyes shut and block it out.
The gentle rhythmic crash of waves on the shore is a good consolation.
Leaving your eyes closed you focus on the sound and stretch sliding along the near-silky smooth sheets. You sigh. Salt hangs in the thick morning air, clinging to the surface of your skin as you sit up and give the view out your patio a smile.
"Good morning beautiful."
There's a dip on the mattress behind you followed by the smell of coffee. A gentle press of lips on your bare shoulder. Hajime's hands trace down your arm to weave his fingers with yours, left hands over lapping as newly adorned metal bands brush.
"How did you sleep?"
You hum, leaning back into him. "Well." With a giggle you add "though I'm a little...sore."
This earns a husky, knowing chuckle that makes you blush. "Guess we better stay in bed, then."
You bite your lip, failing to contain a grin. "I guess so." A sea bird caws, drawing your attention with longing. "I love it here, Haji."
"Me too," he hums and starts tracing your shoulder to your neck with gentle kisses. "We'll come back."
"You promise?"
He gently turns your face to meet his glowing green gaze. "I promise."
Your family grew, your lives changed, your children grew up, but thirty years later Hajime's still keeping that promise.
Your wedding bands are tarnished, worn, when they clink together now as you hold hands but Hajime still calls you beautiful when he whispers good morning.
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oranoyaora · 2 years
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chad is trash
ft. timeskip!iwaizumi hajime
warning(s): a guy named chad is in the story, just ever so slightly suggestive ;)
notes: chad slander is welcomed here. jino makes a small cameo (if you’ve read my fic trashy w/ oikawa, you'd understand who jino is)
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You sat on the edge of the bar stool sipping on your drink, deliberately being oblivious to the stares. You made some small talk with the bartender. 
“They’re quite a looker, aren’t they?” Iwaizumi tore his gaze away from you. He looked at the guy who made the comment. Iwaizumi noticed that the guy’s eyes never left you, which made him a little pissed off. 
Iwaizumi glared, “Yeah...”
The guy turned to Iwaizumi holding his hand out, “I’m Chad.”
Iwaizumi looked down at Chad’s hand before chuckling, “That’s quite a name.”
Iwaizumi’s gaze went back onto you. You were smiling as you spoke to the bartender. You had a really nice smile. Your hand delicately wrapped around the glass cup as you held it up to your lips. 
Iwaizumi instantly looked away, ears going red as he attempted to stop his lewd thoughts. When he returned his gaze back onto you, that Chad guy was approaching you. Iwaizumi’s jaw clenched. 
“Hello.”
Your conversation with bartender was interrupted. You looked up and some random guy was now standing next to you. 
“Can I help you?” You asked with an inquisitive expression. 
“Well, I just saw you sitting alone, and thought you might wanted some company,” the guy answered. 
You politely smiled and shook your head, “Oh no, I’m waiting for someone.”
“Well,” the guy pulled out the bar stool next to you and sat down, “why don’t we talk a little bit before they get here?”
You looked down at your drink, attempting to hide your annoyed expression.
“I’m Chad, by the way,” Chad added.
You looked at him with disinterest, “Nice name...”
“Is he bothering you?” A gruff voice bellowed out behind Chad.
Your eyes flitted to the man that stood behind Chad. You smiled.
You turned toward the voice revealing the ring that adorned your left hand, “What took you so long?”
Iwaizumi took your hands into his, “Got caught up in traffic.”
Chad looked over to you both, realizing that that someone you were waiting for was the man he had spoken to not too long ago. Your attention was no longer on Chad.
“And who’s this?” Iwaizumi craned his neck to look at the man sitting next you, knowing full well who he was.
The look Iwaizumi was giving to Chad said enough. But your sweet, gentle voice calmed down the burning fire he felt in his chest.
“Oh, this is Chad,” you simply answered.
You looked at Chad with sickeningly sweet smile.
“Guess you don’t need to keep me company anymore.”
Iwaizumi took a seat on the other side of you making you turn your back on Chad. You rested your left hand on Iwaizumi’s forearm and laid your head on his shoulder.
“How was Jino?” You asked as you caressed your thumb along Iwaizumi’s arm.
“He was excited that he got to spend time with Oikawa’s s/o again,” Iwaizumi chuckled. 
“Of course,” you smiled, “he loves them a lot.”
“Not as much as I love you.”
You lifted your head and chuckled, “You’re so cheesy.”
“Yeah,” Iwaizumi shrugged, “but you love it.”
“I do.”
You looked to your right finding that that Chad guy was gone.
“Were you really caught up in traffic, or were your sitting around and watching me like the little stalker you are?”
The tips of Iwaizumi’s ears went red, confirming the latter.
“Is it wrong to admire the person I love?” He huffed as he crossed his arms and pouted like a little kid.
“I suppose not,” you teasingly smiled, “were you jealous?”
“Don’t make me answer that.” “You don’t need to answer,” you giggled. 
You leaned in and kissed Iwaizumi on the cheek. He looked at you, face starting to go red.
“You’re so cute,” you teased.
“I’ll show you cute when we get home,” Iwaizumi grunted.
“Ooh~” you leaned in more and rested your chin on his shoulder, “we get the night to ourselves too?”
“Yes, Jino’s staying the night with Oikawa and his s/o,” Iwaizumi huffed again, “I’m about to take you home now.”
“No,” you shook your head making Iwaizumi look at you, “you made me wait for you, so now it’s your turn to wait.”
Iwaizumi’s shoulders slumped and he pouted like Jino. You smiled.
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karasimpno · 11 months
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haikyuu men reacting to you getting followed on your way home
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I had something pretty scary happen to me last night, so what better than fictional volleyball men to seek comfort in! (lmao this was actually a year and a half ago, it’s literally been sitting in my drafts that long. happy 1.5k, friends!)
featuring: iwaizumi, bokuto, daichi, sakusa
contains: mention of being followed, fear, comfort, gn!reader
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Iwaizumi starts when you slam the door behind you and fall back against it, letting out a heavy exhale. He looks up from where he’s slicing vegetables for dinner with a concerned expression. “Babe?” he asks, concern lacing his voice, not used to you waiting by the door before kissing him hello. He sets down the knife and walks over to you calmly. “Are you okay?”
The lump that forms in your throat threatens to break as you purse your lips together to keep from crying. “No,” you barely manage to whisper, and before the syllable is even off your lips, one of Hajime’s strong hands is on your waist, pulling you closer. His other hand gently but firmly cups your cheek, drawing your gaze to his, all fiery intensity at seeing his love hurt like this. “What happened?” he whispers.
It comes out in a jumbled, rushed mess - “there was this guy - he was following me, I - whenever I would speed up or - he would walk faster. And I tried to get away, but he crossed the street too and - ” you don’t realize it, but you’re trembling, heart racing again at the memory. It ignites something in your boyfriend.
“I’ll fucking kill him,” Hajime growls, and you don’t doubt him for a second. Your resolve crumples at that very moment, and you fall forward into his sturdy chest, his safe, strong arms instantly wrapping around you. “I was just so scared,” you whisper, and Hajime’s thoughts turn to nothing but you, holding you tight and reassuring you: you’re safe.
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You don’t actually realize how scared you were until you see the look on Bokuto’s face when you walk in the door. 
Big, warm, owlish eyes find yours and something inside your chest heaves, sending a shudder through your body. Your boyfriend is already whipping around the kitchen table before you reach can an arm out to steady yourself on the wall. Usually so strong and buoyant, Bokuto almost startles you with his softness as he pulls you into his embrace. Big, strong arms wrap around you and you allow yourself to collapse into the safety they provide.
“Baby...” he whispers against your forehead from where you’re nestled into his neck. A hand snakes up to tangle in your hair and press you closer against him. His fingers are strong, tense, and you can practically read his thoughts - if only I’d been there...
Bokuto bends down and scoops your legs up, which you eagerly wrap around his waist as you bury your face farther into his neck. He smells like sunscreen and cologne and you could almost cry at how comforting that exact scent is. Supporting you with one hand and using the other to rub comforting patterns up and down your back, he gently carries you back to your shared bedroom, where he holds you for the rest of the evening and lets you know - you’re safe, you’re safe.
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“Oh my love,” Daichi murmurs, pulling you into his embrace on the couch. His thumb had been gently rubbing over your knuckles as you calmed yourself down enough to tell him what had happened on your way home, but now he can’t keep himself from holding you close. If he had lost you...
“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you say firmly. You’re not sure whether you’re reassuring him or yourself, but feeling his strong arms around you is a hell of a lot better than trying to regulate your own heartbeat. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I wish I could’ve...” but he trails off. He knows right now is not about him.
Instead, he pulls you fully into his lap and tucks your head under his chin, running reassuring fingertips up and down your arm. You feel safe, like he’ll never let you go. You feel your elevated heart rate receding, and you relax into his embrace, feeling better already. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and the two of you sit in silence like that for a long time. 
At one point, after it feels like you two are essentially part of the couch, Daichi puts his hand on your head, his fingers gently scratching your scalp as a low humming begins to resonate from his chest. You always used to catch him singing under his breath when he cooked for you, and the vibrations from his sternum lull you into an even deeper sense of peace now. You forget your worries and for a moment the world is just you and him.
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“Come here.”
The words are the first thing you hear when you finally make it back into the safety of your home. If you didn’t know the man any better, you would be sure the words were angry, even aggressive. But no, Sakusa’s voice was just urgent. You exhale shakily, feeling numb, and slip into Sakusa’s quickly-approaching arms.
You had texted him what had happened after hiding in a late-night grocery store to call a ride home instead of walking. Sakusa had demanded to come pick you up but you had insisted on just calling a car instead, because you wanted to be home as soon as possible. Now that you were here, locked in his warm embrace, you just wanted to lay down, the fearful adrenaline leaving your body in a rush.
“Can we just...” you slip out of his arms and barely have the strength to lead him to your shared bedroom and flop onto the mattress, feeling his weight dip onto the comforter alongside you. Intertwining your legs, he takes your face in his hands and rests his forehead against yours, knowing you need peace and comfort right now. His thumb brushes gently across your temples.
“Breathe,” he whispers, and you do, your chest rising and falling in time with his. “I’m right here,” he says, pulling you closer. “I’m not going anywhere, you’re safe, right here.” You don’t even notice the tears forming until they’re dripping onto his shirt, but he just holds you even tighter and grounds you with his touch.
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luvring · 2 years
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— telling them to come over
gn!reader | suna, akaashi, semi, iwaizumi, hinata, atsumu
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wonderoustime · 7 months
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iwaizumi hajime is lowkey the type of boyfriend to dive headfirst with you into anything you express any amount of interest in. you gush to him about your new favorite singer? you're both doing a deep dive into their discography on your next day off. make an offhand remark about wanting to try scuba diving? he's getting you both scuba certified and booking your next vacation on the seaside to try it out. get into a new piece of media? you're both up until 2am, reading countless silly fan theories. want to try your hand at putting on makeup on another person? he's your personal canvas, babe, go ham!
he won't hesitate to do anything... anything to make you happy, even for a second.
hajime is just... the most boyfriend ever
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periwnklblu · 1 year
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baby steps
in which their toddlers fall and they're definitely, totally not helicopter parents
featuring: Bokuto, Atsumu and Iwaizumi
contains: gn! reader, fluff
authors note: slowly attempting to get back into writing. feedback is much appreciated <3
p.s inbox is open for now!
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bokuto:
Bokuto held his breath as he watched stubby little legs take shaky step after shaky step. He knows that it's important to not be a helicopter parent and to let his little toddler walk independently more, even if it meant she stumbled here and there. It's a part of growing up.
Yet he can't tear his golden eyes away as she stomps from the living room and toward your figure in the kitchen. Bokuto watched as his little owl gained confidence in her steps, the pitter patter of her sock clad feet becoming quicker. He couldn't help himself, and in the five seconds he tore his gaze away to look for his phone, he heard an oomp, followed by soft whimpers. Before you could even turn around and process what happened, Bokuto was quick to the rescue and cradling the small toddler so delicately in his big, sturdy arms.  “Shh baby girl, it's okay. Daddys got ya, it'll be okay” he whispered as he wiped away her tears
atsumu: 
It was Atsumu's turn to stay in with his son as you had plans with your friends. “It’ll be a piece of cake”, he claimed earlier, dismissing the last minute advice you had for him. Atsumu even went as far as betting that when you came home, your son would be in bed with no new cuts or bruises from playing around. You were skeptical, knowing how much energy your son and husband had, nevertheless alone together.  So you agreed to his little bet, sealing the deal with a kiss to his lips and a smirk on your face. You were looking forward to the free time you’d have when Atsumu lost and had to do the laundry for the week.  
And he was feeling confident. That is, up until his son got bored with his usual toys and decided running around was the next best thing. Atsumu thought none of it, despite the unsteady steps and the close calls with the wall. It wasn’t until he heard a thump that he turned towards the sofa armrest and found a fallen toddler with watering eyes. 
“You’re okay buddy” he cooed as he softly approached the little boy and began rubbing the red spot on his son’s forehead. “This is gonna leave a bruise” he murmured to himself, "but you'll be okay. yer papa's got ya". So much for the bet. 
iwaizuimi
“Haji, quick! She’s walking!” was all Iwaizumi needed to hear before sprinting his way to where you sat in the middle of the living room. Your arms outstretched as your daughter takes one wobbly step, followed by another. Haijme couldn’t believe how fast she was growing up, but really he couldn't believe how much more love he could feel when he thought his heart had reached capacity. Just as she was approaching your arms, her legs gave out. Before she could even touch the ground, and even register that she had fallen, Hajime had already swooped in and hoisted her up into his arms. “You did great, baby girl, I'm so proud”.
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o2amu · 2 years
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you step in front of your boyfriend, looking down at him as he pushes himself off the floor, about to begin his first set of 50 push-ups. he doesn’t notice your quiet presence until you get down on your knees to meet his eyes which quickly shoot up at yours.
“oh my god, hey, you scared me,” iwaizumi says with a brief sigh of relief.
you giggle while slowly laying down on your back and attempt to slide gracefully underneath iwaizumi’s push-up stance. he gives you a confused look with a smile, all while adoring your strange but adorable behavior.
seconds later, you’re now lying underneath your boyfriend’s muscular build. both of your guys’ eyes locked on each other’s- full of admiration.
“haji, let’s do that thing couples do where one lays underneath and the other kisses them every time they descend from their push-up” you beam, breaking the silence.
he blinks a few times before letting out a soft chuckle, and without saying any words, he begins to fulfill your request.
not even three kisses in and you burst out into laughter. the cheesy couple act you and your boyfriend were currently doing caused loud giggles to erupt out of you. your laughs become too powerful to where they’re now silent ones. you bring your knees up to your chest due to the pain of your uncontrollable cackles.
iwaizumi finds your expression hilarious and catches your contagious laugh soon enough, as he then topples over you. both of you a laughing mess on the living room floor.
as soon as both of you calm down, you turn to each other. a soft smile forms on his as he brings his hand up to your cheek caressing it with his thumb.
“god, i honestly don’t mind this whole quarantine lockdown thingy ….” he comments. “... if it means i’ll be stuck with you at home everyday.”
“me too, haji.”
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this is an old work from my old blog! and this is meant to be set around the beginning of quarantine lol
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soumies · 7 months
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h. iwaizumi + "touch me like nobody else does."
— implied f!reader, angst, one-sided relationship, mild sexual content
— requested by anon for my five seconds flat event.
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your eyes glitter like jewels, shining brighter each time you see him, and he doesn't want to break your heart.
iwaizumi knows it's unfair. you're nothing but sweet to him— soft smiles and gentle kisses on the cheek, calling him "haji" and texting him goodnight, apologizing for tugging his hair while he goes down on you.
you're falling hard, and he's not falling at all.
he doesn't know how to tell you this. you'll tilt your head and ask him what's on his mind with that sugary sweet smile, poorly concealed concern lacing your voice, and his breath will get caught in his throat. he'll brush it off with a simple "never mind," and go back to sorting your anatomy flashcards sprawled across the floor.
you'll chew on your bottom lip, desperately wanting to press the issue, and the silence between you will turn heavy and you'll both ignore it.
you've been staying longer in the mornings after, trailing your fingers across his bare chest and over his shoulders as he pretends to sleep. your whispered confessions bury themselves underneath the stone where his heart should be, and he damns himself to hell.
despite it all, he still invites you over. he still caresses your skin beneath his sheets, digs his fingers into your hips, knowing your breath would be better spent moaning the name of another.
"touch me like nobody else does." your words are whispered like sweet honey against his lips, but they taste of gasoline. iwaizumi squeezes his eyes shut, ignoring the black hole gnawing through his stomach as your legs wrap firm around his waist.
he doesn't say a word, only tucks his head in your neck to trail wet kisses down the column of your throat. the promises his tongue laves across your skin are all but empty, yet he promises them all the same.
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🙌🏻Mini Scenario🙌🏻
Team Japan x GN! manager
Ok now, hear me out 👀 what if our precious manager YN just so happened to live in the dorms with Team Japan…
Picture it 🙌🏻 originally, you decided to move into the doors for convenience purposes. The dorms are right next to the gym, so you can literally roll out of bed and get to practice.
The food is made by professional chefs so not only is it healthy, but it’s amazing.
You have your own room with en suite bathroom 😱 and probably the best, it’s rent free!! And trust me, in this economy 👀🤚🏻 please we need all the help we can get!
It actually sounds like a pretty solid deal right?
Well you know what they say, there’s always a catch. And your “catch” comes in the form of several very annoying adult men : D
No matter how much the coaches and Iwaizumi threatened these guys, they will never leave you alone. Seriously like a bunch of toddlers 🙄
Literally everyone had a meeting about this specifically!
“And remember, when you get back to the dorms, YN is off duty. And that means what?” Iwaizumi probes the group
“That means YN’s not working?” Bokuto answers
“And?” Iwaizumi continues
“And what?” Hinata asks, confused
“Please don’t lump me in with these idiots,” Sakusa says, standing up and walking out of the gym.
Iwaizumi is probably face palming himself as we speak 🤦🏻‍♂️
“That means you leave Yn alone!”
Audible groans and protest can be heard around the world.
“But why? YN’s right there. What if I need more athletic tape?” Gao groans
“That seems like something that can wait until the next practice day don’t ya think?” You respond as the interruptions continue.
“What if I need a drink?” Kageyama asks, prompting yet another round of thought provoking questions.
Iwaizumi is trying his best not to lash out but it’s only been 2 minutes and he’s at his limits.
“Kageyama, I don’t get your drinks after practice. I have literally never done that!” You retort
“Yeah but what if I really need one made specifically by you?” He questions
“And what after practice scenario would you need that specific request Kags?” You respond
“Ohhh I can think of a few!” Atsumu shouts
At this point, Iwaizumi’s zen has left the building
“ABSOLUTELY NO BOTHERING YN!” He screams
Yaku, being the cheeky man he is, raises his hand, asking, “what about a fire? Should we just let YN burn because we can’t bother them?”
The boys all begin shouting various unreasonable scenarios as you and Iwaizumi just stare in disbelief 😐
What were the perks of this job again 😅
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zen-the-dumb · 5 months
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Iwaizumi scenario
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How you met: You were a new transfer student at Aoba Johsai and you bumped into him on your first day. He didn’t speak to you, as you had already said sorry and scurried away down the hallway.
You eventually met him again and he finally had the chance to introduce himself. You gradually got to know him better.
You admired him and once you became friends, you went to all his games to support him. Iwaizumi probably thought you’d fall head over heels for Oikawa, after all, everyone does.
However, the one you were really falling head over heels for was him.
You slipped a note into his locker, confessing your feelings.
He was extremely flustered when he received the note. He wasn’t used to this after all, it was Oikawa who always got the attention.
But Iwaizumi, was getting all the attention he needed from you.
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Short, I know.
*_Requests are open_*
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emmyrosee · 1 year
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“Do you remember when your ex dumped you back in second year and you came over to my house crying?”
Hajime nearly combusts in your lap with how hot his face became, a deep flush of scarlet making its presence known. Poor thing had been scrolling on his phone with his head resting on your thighs, almost dozing off from the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair.
“First of all, I’d just like to let you know that I hated the way you started this conversation,” He scowls, emerald eyes flicking up to your curious face from his phone. “Secondly, what’s the point of your question?”
“Well I just realized that I never really knew why you two broke up, and I kinda want to know.”
Instantly, Hajime rolls his eyes before sitting up, his large hand pinching the bridge of his nose, “I don’t know… does it matter? It was years ago, why do you think about them?”
“Well you know about my hookups!”
“Babe, we’ve all made out with Mattsun, I’ve told you it doesn’t count-“
“You all WHAT?”
“I thought that was common knowledge,” he shrugs. You blink at him, eyes wide before one brow quirks in confusion, “uhm. We’ll come back to that. Now, about that ex-“
“Please don’t make me say it,” he whines, resting his elbows on his knees and face burying in his hands. His ears are bright red, flushed to the point where you’re sure it’s hot to the touch, but when he responds like that, you’re almost determined to make him answer, no matter how much of a bully you’re being.
“Okay, you can’t respond like that and expect me not to be curious,” you snort, your arms tossing around his hunched frame. “C‘mon Haji,” you purr, nudging the bit of his cheek with your nose. “It’s just me, babe. You know you can tell me anything.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“We’ve lived together for two years, you’ve come in the bathroom to floss you’re teeth while I’m pooping, you let me pop blackheads on your nose on facetime with your friends, but this is embarrassing?”
“Well it was, but now I’m questioning this entire situation.”
You roll your eyes, “you fucking love me.” Then, you smile and bounce on your haunches, “tell me! You can trust me! Besides, you already know I’m going to ask tooru anyways, so you may as well-”
“Jesus fuck, alright,” he growls, but his grumpiness quickly turns less threatening when your arms toss around his shoulders and you plant a kiss to his cheek. He gives you a sigh and rubs his eyes.
“So… my ex and I were each other’s like. First serious relationship,” he begins, and he absolutely hates how invested you already look. “I mean, we were together for nine months, it was the first time someone wanted to know me and not just to get closer to Tooru.”
The idea of that makes you pout slightly; in your own dating, you’d never had thought about people using him to get closer to Oikawa, you’d always known you wanted him. You nod and bring your hand up to card his thick locks, something he’d always found comfort in.
You also remember how heart broken you were when you'd seen and heard that they were together. How Hanamaki tried relentlessly to cheer you up, build you back up, and how guilty you felt for not being happy for your friend. You'd been there first to want him and not Tooru, but it was in vain.
Besides, you were together now; in your head, there's no reason why he should be nervous to tell you.
He angles his head into your touch, "and... and they were good to me! They trusted me and they appreciated all I would do, and at the end of the day, they were the ones who I always could turn to."
"Hey! You could've turned to me!"
"This isn't about you," he scolds playfully. "Anyways. They loved me until the end, and if I didn't ruin shit, we may have still been together."
"Yeah, that doesn't make me feel insecure at all," you grumble.
He furrows his brows, but it’s offset with a smirk, "if you'd let me talk and finish the story, you wouldn't have to feel insecure."
You stay quiet again. He rolls his eyes and pinches the brim of his nose, "then... do you remember Hanamaki's party for going into third year?"
"Yeah." It was a party you'd remembered being fine until Oikawa had to drive a sickened Hajime home, and you'd blown up his phone in worry. Hanamaki called you obsessive. You put a thumbtack in his sneaker.
"Right... so," he rubs the back of his neck nervously. "So we kinda... snuck away to be alone and use those stupid lovers affirmations and... and then things got touchy and kissy and-"
"Gagging."
"Interrupting again," he snips before composing himself again. Now, he's really starting to fidget, and you're starting to have an uneasy feeling about it. "And we started kissing and out hands started to wander and..." he pauses and looks at you, half expecting you to interrupt, but at the sight of you completely immersed, he grimaces.
“And… and they moaned my name… and then, when I was uhm… I was supposed to moan theirs…”
“Oh my god, did you moan Oikawa’s?” You gasp, already falling to a fit of laughter from your anxiety. It was a common joke in the group that Tooru and Hajime were secretly together but dated others so they wouldn’t seem suspicious, but to think it could be true caused you to absolutely cackle. “No wonder they dumped you!I can see it now! Just a soft little t-tooru-“
“Fuck off, I moaned your name, asshole.”
Your laughter stopped immediately, your face dropping to one of absolute surprise. The smugness that dripped from your tone now seems to reside in his, and he smirks softly as he crosses his arms.
“Not so funny now, is it?”
“You… you said my name?”
“Yeah,” he scoffs. He adverts his gaze and tries to fight the blush splaying on his face, “I’ve wanted you since the beginning.”
“Why did you never like… try?”
“I thought you liked Oikawa.”
“Why would you think I like Oikawa!”
“You spent so much time with him!”
“Because I was too shy to be near you, stupid!”
The both of your chests heave at your confessions, before you break the silence with a few breathy giggles.
"Fuck, man," you chuckle, curling your frame into his side. "We truly were so dumb."
"You don't know how hard Oikawa tried to convince me to confess to you."
"Same!" You say, beaming. "I always told him there was no shot you would've had feelings for me."
He doesn't admit it, but you know Hajime had a similar experience with his friend. The silence falls much more comfortable than it had been before, and with your attention turned back to the TV, you flick your gaze back briefly when you feel Hajime reach for his phone. "Whatcha doin'?"
He smirks, "gonna text Oikawa that I just realized you had a crush on me in high school."
You snort, "you're evil. You trying to give him an aneurism?"
"Maybe."
You pause. Then you paw for your own phone to text the same victim.
Might as well make him bitter, together.
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shoulmate · 8 months
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"You know this is a weird place to do your work, right?"
"This is the perfect place to get work done," you argue staring at your book as your friend plops down into the seat next to you.
"Uh...the dorm lobby? Seriously? It's like all the cons of the common room and the library in here. Hello?" She snaps her fingers at you when you don't look up. "Are you even listening? There's no way you can be this focused."
"I'm studying," you mutter dismissively and low as your eyes reflexively flick up to the clock on the lobby wall then back to your book then to the glass doors.
She snorts, dismissive. "Yeah. And I'm Michelangelo reincarnated."
"The... Philosopher?" you reply half-heartedly, too focused on glancing at the faces walking into the lobby over the top of your book.
"No, the teenage mutant ninja turtle," she retorts in irritation. Seriously, what," she leans into your space matching her line of sight with yours, "or who are you looking for?"
"Oh my god, stop." You shove her away just in time.
As she flops back into her seat he comes into view.
Sweaty and glorious, flush from a fresh workout at the gym.
You toe-the-line of staring over the top of your book as the most attractive person you've ever seen let's himself into the building. The early morning sun catches his light caramel skin making his biceps glow as he opens the door, emerald eyes sweeping the lobby before checking something on his phone.
"Ohh..my...god..." your friend murmurs low and heady.
"You like girls," you remind her in irritation admiring his spikey-but-still-soft-looking dark hair.
"No shit, but a vegan can appreciate the skill it takes to prepare such a good cut of meat."
"You're incorrigible."
"And you're hopeless." She turns a flat, unsympathetic look on you. "Let me guess, you sit here just to catch a glimpse of him on his walk back from the gym."
"What?" you shrug, unrepentant. "I just want to sample the wine, not run the vineyard."
She almost cackles. "And you call me incorrigible for my metaphor?"
"I don't know what you want from me," you mutter and settle into your chair actually reading your book now as he disappears into the stairwell, the little Godzilla keychain on his bag still swinging.
"Umm, maybe just, I don't know, talk to him?"
"Yeah, sure." You roll your eyes. "I'll just go up to him and introduce myself like this is isn't a weird place to...I don't even know what it would be."
"It would be more productive than whatever you're claiming you're doing here." She nudges your foot with hers. "Like a meet-cute."
"Blegh," you fake-wretch repeating the phrase "meet-cute."
She opens her mouth to retort but before she can say anything else you shoot her a dark look.
She takes the cue and gives you space to read before you have to leave for class and, blessedly, doesn't bother you the next day.
It's odd.
For someone who enjoys giving you a hard time and never misses a chance to say something just for the reaction she's surprisingly...absent.
It's on the third day of this absence that you realize why.
You're reviewing notes this time when your eyes flick to the clock then out the glass doors down the sidewalk--and you freeze.
He is talking
to her.
They split when the sidewalk does, your friend turning in the direction of the dining hall while your morning mystery man continues this way.
He always comes this way, you try to remind yourself, this is his dorm, this is totally normal and there's nothing odd about you sitting here either this is your dorm, too, and you're always here in the morning and he's going to turn like he always does and go into the stairwell and oh god why is coming this way your friend was right this is such a weird place to do your work why didn't you choose someplace inconspicuous!?
Your eyes dart around the lobby but there's no where to hide or run and suddenly the innocent attraction seems a lot creepier as he walks straight up to you.
"Hey," he says in a hard-to-read-but-still-alluring-tenor words shaping around an accent you can't place and motions at the chair next to you. "Anyone sitting here?"
It's hard to answer when you're not breathing so you shake your head trying not to panic.
"So uh...did you see that..." he awkwardly glances back outside, "...that girl I was talking to outside?"
You plot her downfall a hundred different ways as you nod, answering without speaking again.
"Well..." He shifts awkwardly and you brace yourself.
This is it.
This is when he calls you out on oogling him every morning for the past...you're not even sure how long it's been anymore but it's been long enough that he's going to call you out and order you to stay away from him.
"She kind of...what's the phrase," he pauses thinking for a moment and you guiltily admire the serious thoughtful dip of his brow,"...called me out?"
You stiffen.
"I don't know how she did it..." He shyly smiles--more shy than you could imagine anyone as attractive as him being--and rubs the back of his neck. "But she put it together that I...I always come back from the gym when I know you'll be here..."
He stares at his feet with all the insecurity of someone who's never done this before and it's endearing. "So she" --he makes air quotes-- "strongly suggested that I introduce myself."
Some small part of you acknowledges that your friend was right...this place is a little weird for getting work done--
He hesitantly, apologetically, and maybe a little hopefully meets your eye. "So...Hi. I'm Hajime." He gives a small wave. "I'm the one who's been checking you out."
--but perfect for something else.
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can u write for iwaizumi +2, 3, 7 and 8 for the event? congrats on 200 followers!
Prince!Iwaizumi x Knight!reader (gender neutral)
Thanks so much 🥰🥰
Seriously how do these anons accurately guess every fic plan i've ever had because I wanted to write a prince!Iwa x reader au for a while now😣😣 like are yall psychic i'm genuinely scared
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The thing you would have least expected to happen was travelling back home in the same carriage as the crown prince. You were sent on this trip with him as a means of protection, of course. It's your job as a knight.
But knights don't usually sit with the person they're protecting.
You realise what this means for you. The royal family trusts you a lot more than you thought. You grew up during the same time as the prince, sure, but you were never super close to him, only seeing him in passing or during training sometimes.
Even so, Iwaizumi has always been a very amazing man to you. Both looks and personality wise. He is a little rough with others, but kind and strong willed nonetheless. You respect those qualities a lot, especially in a leader. Have you mentioned how attractive his muscular arms are yet?
In fact, it was about time for him to get married now. A wedding with him painted your deepest fantasies.
You know you shouldn't think of his majesty that way, as you are just a knight working for the royal family and it would be very arrogant of you to even attempt a relationship with him. So you've settled on gazing at him from afar.
The grip on the sword in your hand increased, you tried your best not to stare at him for too long. You're supposed to be protecting him, not crushing on him!
"Here is our stop for tonight." The other knights outside announced in a firm voice, the carriage stopping in front of a luxurious inn. They really are pulling out all the stops here, aren't they?
Well, you probably should have expected that the royal family spares no expense for their son. The carriage driver opens the door, and you step out first, standing to the side to let his majesty exit.
As the knights, including you, sorround him for protection while walking inside the inn, the royal advisor who was assisting Iwaizumi with the work on the trip calls you over.
"WHAT?!" Everyone in the room turned to you, and you quickly corrected yourself. "I mean excuse me, sir?" The royal advisor glared at you for a second before explaining again, now with everyone's attention on the two of you. Yet that didn't make you feel any less mortified.
You were to share a bedroom with Iwaizumi Hajime. Nobody said anything in response but you could tell by the look on Iwaizumi's face that this was not a pre-arranged matter or atleast it wasn't discussed with him. It was as much of a surprise for him as it was for you.
And so the two of you walked to your room for the night. "I'm sorry about that. It wasn't my decision." He apologised, and you immediately reassured him that everything is fine. Well, mostly.
The two of you entered your room... to find a single bed.
"I'll sleep on the floor, your majesty." you offered before he could say anything. You've slept on the dirt as a knight before, and while it wasn't the most fun, you are not about to let the prince sleep anywhere but on the bed. And besides, the clean floor is much better than dirt.
"Absolutely not." the conviction in his voice surprised you. He was that unwilling to let you sleep on the floor?
"I will go back and request another room for-" Iwaizumi walked to the door, fiddling with the door handle that looked to be stuck. "Hold on- A new room just for- you!!" the door refused to budge.
"What the hell?" Iwaizumi muttered. He isn't a weak man, and you know that well. So that must mean...
"...The door is locked." both of you came to the same conclusion, saying it out loud at the same time. You would smile at the timing, but that meant you were stuck together. That isn't necessarily a bad thing, but rumors will spread and you do not want to dirty the prince's image.
"Dammit... who did this?" the door was locked from the outside, and neither of you could discern a good reason as to why someone would want you two in a room together.
An abstract assasinaton plan? But then why would they need you to be locked in for it? You're extra protection, the opposite of what an assasin would want. Are they scheming something with the royal advisor? Or are the two of you just overthinking it?
Iwaizumi sat down on the bed. "Well, nothing bad has happened so far. We can relax our guard for a bit." he stretched his neck, removing the sword from his belt and placing it on the ground.
"You can take your armor off. Wearing all that crap on you all day makes your back hurt. I would know." he said, looking off awkwardly into a random corner of the room.
He takes on a surprisingly gentle tone when talking to you. And you know that isn't the case with all of the other servants. Not because he's arrogant or overly bossy to them, but there's just this... kind, gentle undertone to his voice when talking to you.
You slowly and cautiously take off your armor, looking to him with a sense of uncertainty. He simply gave you an encouraging nod in response. Without armor, you look a lot less intimidating, or so you would like to think.
"Why are you just standing there? Join me." He tapped the bed beside him.
"But your-"
"Just shut up and join me. My reputation will be fine." Somehow he knew exactly what you were thinking, and you silently joined him by his side. He looks even more handsome up close.
You didn't even realise you were staring before his eyes met yours. You quickly looked down. It's quite embarrasing for a member of the royal guard to be so easily distracted, no?
"Um, we should get to sleep, you know?" he suggested, albeit a bit awkwardly. Despite your inhibitions, you are to follow the prince's orders and suggestions. (You definitely were not over the moon to sleep in the same bed as him deep down.)
You lay down next to eachother, your entire body stiff and too afraid to move. There's no way you're getting any sleep tonight.
Even so, you close your eyes. After god knows how long, you got a bit more comfortable, rolling over on your side, facing away from Iwaizumi. Though you still felt far away from being able to sleep. You're living every noble lady's dream right now.
You tried your best to steady your breathing, trying not to make it obvious how much this is affecting you. Agh, he's probably asleep anyways, why are you so worried?
Suddenly, you felt two arms wrap around your waist, and you had to hold back from flinching. You heard a satisfied huff behind you as his chest pressed against your back.
Eh?! Is this a dream? Is what you think is happening actually happening?
"Mm, I love you..." he mumbled, and you damn near died on the spot. You tried your hardest not to show that you're still awake, not wanting to make things awkward. And besides, with how flushed your face is right now, you worry that you might not have the confidence to adress his words anyways.
He chuckled slightly. "God, I'm such a coward..." he sighed before resting his head on the back of yours, slightly squeezing you in his hold.
You weren't going to lie, his arms were a very comfortable and warm place to be. But you had bigger issues right now.
He... loves you. Huh.
If you couldn't fall asleep before, you're definitely not sleeping now. Not with your heart beating a thousand times a minute.
.
"Was it a success?" the queen asked the royal advisor, who nodded briefly. "Well, when I checked in, they were all cuddled up, so I assume it was atleast somewhat successful."
The king huffed, satisfied with the answer.
"Ahh, the plan is going along swimmingly! We'll have that knight falling for our little Hajime in no time!" the queen clasped her hands, happy at how things turned out.
"Shouldn't we atleast apologise to them for locking them together so abruptly? They must have been scared." the king reasoned.
"And reveal our plan?! No, that won't do. And besides, you know Hajime. Being the good respectful son he is, he would just help our knight get a new room if I hadn't done this."
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hahaha i'm sorry i didn't know how to include the "locked in a room" prompt realistically so i just made iwa chan's parents sneaky lil bastards
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taeyamayang · 1 year
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CALLING THEM BABYGIRL
ft. miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, & iwaizumi hajime
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ㅡyou tease them by calling them babygirl.
this is inspired by a conversation with an irl friend who finds it hilarious that i call hayakawa aki (chainsaw man) babygirl i mean, how can i not!! lol
tw: mentions/use of mommy, cursing, anddd nothing more ig. if there's anything let me know
(haikyuu!!, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers)
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˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Miya Atsumu
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atsumu is a bit unpredictable
one time he's up for a teasing (he initiates most of the time) but other times he's sensitive and overly dramatic
hence, curious of how he would react, out of the blue, you try it
he sits across from you with his back facing you
and his lower body tucked under a wooden table as he pretends to participate in the online meeting of MSBY
you scream-whisper,
"hey, babygirl!" to get his attention
he twists his neck to side, wondering if he has heard something
(or is the meeting too boring hence causing his brain to imagine things)
but when you repeat it, he finally turns around, brow arching as if asking you if it was indeed you calling him
he doesn't even question the pet name, please 😭
and when you repeat the term of endearment,
instant regret flashes before your eyes
this is why we don't play with fire, folks
a cheeky smile clads on his lips and behind his foxy eyes is mischief
he's definitely up to something
his volleyball-filled brain has thought of something that will bring you to instant K.O.
thus, he rolls his tongue over his bottom lip, supressing a growing smirk as he responds in a low seducing tone,
"yes, mommy?"
and just like that he renders your cheeks beat-red, floored, and caught of guard
he's enjoying it
he. fucking. enjoys this
he loves watching you internally scream and struggle to let out a single word
all to his doing
he leaves you wordless as he winks at you before shifting his attention back to the meeting as if nothing happened
˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Bokuto Koutarou
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bless his soul because this man has the most endearing reaction of all
in all honesty, if he isn't six foot something the bbygirl term endearment fits him so well
his pure heart, naivety, enthusiasm, and positive outlook in life is soㅡ
ugh, i want to keep him in my pocket!!
but, yeah, going back
when you called him a babygirl he shoots you a look beyond confised, head tilted to the side, and his lips protruding into a pout
he questions,
"i don't get it, (y/n). why are you calling me that?"
and when you tell him because he is your babygirl
he laughs at you like you're a standup comedian who had just dropped a punch line
and says, "you are the babygirl. i'll protect you from anything that could harm you and spoil you with everything i have. and i'll love you with the way you deserve."
he bends down to level his glimmering eyes with you
and adds affectionately, ruffling your hair gently and his smile reaches his eyes
"am i right, babygirl?"
i mean...
how could you noooottttt fsndgs%@&#^!!
˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Iwaizumi Hajime
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this one is a challenge
it's not like he dislikes pet names but the thing is
he doesn't want to admit that term of endearments make his stomach do backflips
so calling him a babygirl means trekking an unfamiliar path you don't want to be in
but still, you did
an absolute nuisance!!
he catches you on your first try, almost immediately because the next thing you know is that he's scowling at you
like you said a word he has never heard of that sounded nowhere near pleasant
"what?" he asks, eyes never leaving you
"i called you and said babygirl."
gulp
he's squinting his eyes on you now
but luckily he turns his head away and chooses to ignore his pesky other half
but that won't stop your teasing bc you're a lil shit
you repeatedly call him the nickname while lightly poking his sides,
"come on, babygirl. don't be shy and answer me with a polite 'yes'."
he counters with a strong flat, "no."
which, unfortunately for him, only gets you going
"go on look at me, babygirl. i know you missed me." your point fingers travels from his flexed bicep up to the crest of his cheek
a light tap was enough to bring his attention back to you however he keeps his mouth sealed
you run your thumb over his cheek and point out a lie in a whispering tone, "you're blushing. you like it when i call you babygirl, don't you?"
but a lie soon turned true as he feels his entire face heat up
iwaizumi hajime is embarrassed
damn you!!
as soon as you see the pink on his face, you burst out into a fit of laughter
only to be stopped when he says,
"we are over."
a joke, of course, bc your laugh is too contagious that he couldn't help but mask annoyance with a loving smile
you dramatically protest by lightly hitting his toned torso with your fist
"no! no! no! nooooo!!"
it is then iwa's turn to chuckle
he catches a flying fist with his hand before pulling you into an abrupt embrace
his chin rests on top of your head after giving you a peck on the side of your temple
"it's a joke but don't ever call me that again."
with the way he reacted, this definitely won't be the last of it
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as usuallll rbs and likes are very much appreciated! thanks for reading, stay hydrated mwa! <3
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luvring · 1 year
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GIFTS THEY GIVE YOU
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gn!reader | sugawara, kenma, iwaizumi, akaashi, semi, suna, sakusa
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SUGAWARA orders a star map of the sky from the night you met. he points out the different constellations you can see (that he had to look up and ask for help spotting) and lets you trace over it with your fingers. he gets close, his face hovering near your shoulder, before saying, “you might say it’s because you’re a star.” you turn to see him grinning. “don’t talk to me,” you say, unable to hide the smile on your face. “what?” he teases, wrapping his arms around you. “i’m just saying i’m over the moon for you.” “oh my god,” you laugh. hearing it, koushi wonders if he could fill your room with stars with the list of other dates he thought of choosing.
KENMA gets two custom plushies made of your characters from your favourite co-op game. you guys had played it for so long, even before you started dating, that it was a no-brainer for him. his original plan was letting you have your character and keep his own; he thought you’d love to keep your plush yourself. so he’s taken by surprise when you think the opposite and reach for his. “do you think we could keep each other’s? so it’s like you’re there with me?” he blinks and stares at you. but then his gaze softens and he nods, taking yours into his arms. “that’s a good idea.” “promise you’ll keep it safe and happy?” it's a half-joke, and kenma huffs a laugh before playing along. “it—i, yeah, of course.”
IWAIZUMI buys touch bracelets and heart lockets so you know he’s thinking of you, even while he’s away. you set them up together, trying out the different features despite being a foot apart. “i’m gonna go to the washroom, tell me if you can feel it,” you say quickly. hajime watches you pad away with a smile, the smile growing when he notices the bracelet works. it wasn’t like he expected them to not work, but it was relieving to have you kiss him and know his gift was worth it. the first night he goes to sleep with them on, he can’t stop himself from holding the locket, set up with your heartbeat, up to his face. he’s only glad you aren’t there so you couldn’t watch him roll over to smush his face into the pillow, another smile plastered on his lips.
AKAASHI hands you a jar of hand folded stars and hearts. each one has its own note, written whenever he had a message or wanted to remember something. they range from “hi, i love you” to “thanks for paying for lunch <3” to “4/16 first sleepover :).” he scratches the back of his ear while you open it. “i couldn’t choose between stars or hearts, so i hope you don’t mind having both. the ones at the bottom look a little worse than the others, i was still figuring it out.” he laughs and cringes a little, remembering how he looped the same tutorial at least 4 times the first day. keiji’s own heart flutters when you smile and hug him, whispering a thank you into his ear. he’s glad he still has extra paper at home—maybe he can make more for you later.
SEMI makes you a custom cd, including a cover he designs himself. he picked out his favourite songs that remind him of you and the ones that the both of you played while together. if you looked in his desk drawer, you’d find all the different cover designs he thought of and tried out—he couldn’t tell you how many practice trials he did before perfecting it. “i also made it into a playlist since, you know, you won’t always have something to play a cd with you. you can scan the code on the back, i traced it and made sure it works.” he relaxes when you say the titles look good, and later that night when you text to say you loved it, eita lets out what he thinks might be the deepest sigh of his life, finally able to rest.
SUNA teases you, passing a t-shirt that has his face on it with “i’m he’s” on top. he snorts and tries to compose himself at your reaction, asking, “what? you don’t like it?” it’s then that he unzips his jacket and shows you his matching one, and with a wavering voice says, “but i got this one, too.” “god, rintarou.” you throw yours at him and laugh. the both of you take a few photos with them on, mimicking different memes you find. but suna looks softly at you afterwards. “you didn’t really think that was all i got, did you?” you can stare as he pulls out a box from under his bed, filled to the brim with different gifts and food for you. he lets you look for yourself, the only gift that he gives personally being matching lockets he found. when you open the both of them, there’s a photo of the other inside.
SAKUSA commissions art of the both of you using his favourite photo. you could recognize it from anywhere—the two of you were cuddled under a blanket outside, and you could see the warm sunset behind you. it was the one he set as his lockscreen all those months ago, and never changed since. the artist he commissioned was one of your favourites, and he even got them to write a thank you message along with it. your eyes light up when you see it, and you give him a confused smile. “'omi, how did you get a commission? their spots fill up so quickly.” kiyoomi shrugs, sitting down next to you to look over it again. “i’m fast, i guess.” he wouldn’t tell you about the reminders he set for their commissions opening, or how he got the help of his teammates either. he didn’t see the need to when you hug him, whispering “i love you, thank you.” in his ear.
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