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scarfwrites · 11 months

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Iwaizumi's Birthday!

❅Genre : Fluff, Crack

❅Pairings: Iwaizumi x Reader

❅Warnings: none

❅A/N : I know this is posted after his bday but I STILL WANTED TO CELEBRATE IT WITH A FIC

“C’mon get a move on!” Maki yelled holding the box filled with decorations

“We are moving as fast as we can!” Kyotani yelled back

“Well move faster! they could be here any minute and we’re not close to finishing!” Maki puts down the boxes grabbing all the decorations

“We wouldn’t be in this mess if SOMEBODY wasn’t LATE!” Matsun glared at Oikawa

“Don’t blame me! Y/N’s the one who wanted all these decorations!” Oikawa defended trying his best putting all the decorations up

“Why did we entrust Oikawa with the decorations again?” Yahaba sighed as he put up the banner

“Because I have the best decorations! Duh!” Oikawa rolled his eyes as he helped Yahaba with the banner

“Well your stupid smart ass will be the reason why we won’t escape Y/N’s vortex of fury!” Maki smacked the back of Oikawa’s head causing him to tumble as he yelled “HEY!”

“Is that bad?” Kindaichi asked innocently

“You can ask Kyotani if you want” Yahaba snickered receiving a glare from Kyotani

“It’s not pretty” Kyotani mumbled

“Hopefully they distract them long enough so that doesn’t happen again” Matsun pointed daggers at the team’s captain

Iwaizumi opened the door to see you holding something on your back waiting outside the gate of his house

“Sorry, did you wait long?” Iwaizumi said opening the gate

“Nope! Actually I just arrived a minute ago” you smiled

“I see… And that your holding is?” Iwaizumi smiled back as he pointed to your back

“Oh! Well since it’s your birthday I thought why don’t we go do something to celebrate it” you explained your smile not faltering

“I’d love that” his smile softened

“You guys are panicking over nothing! Y/N’s will keep him distracted for a long time!” Oikawa said with an annoyed look

“Well if it all goes wrong we all know who to blame” Makki sneered as he placed streamers all around the gym

“Hey! At least I brought all the decorations!” Oikawa exclaimed angrily as Maki rolled his eyes

“Late I’d like to add” Matsun interjected handing the box of decorations to Kunimi

“Hey Kindaichi you got the list of people comin?” Makki asked

“Yeah! I checked and it seems everyone’s here” Kindaichi replied scanning the list

“They’re all coming at six on the dot so we gotta finish everything before that” Makki said

“How long do you think Y/N can keep Iwaizumi distracted for?” Watari asked inflating balloons

“Enough time for everyone to be here and surprise him” Matsun said tying all the balloons

“Can I open my eyes now?” Iwaizumi chuckled as you looked to see if his eyes were shut

“No, we're not there yet!” You giggled “Almost there don’t worry” you added

“I might have an idea of where we are” Iwaizumi smiled as your eyes widened

“I said no peeking!” You pouted looking at him

“My eyes are shut, see?” Iwaizumi teased “The aroma is giving it away though” Iwaizumi smelled the aroma of flowers and food around the area

“Okay you can open your eyes we’re here anyway” you smiled getting into position

He opened his eyes to see flower beds all around the area accompanied by the falling of cherry blossom petals as a huge cherry blossom tree could be seen. He noticed among the flowers and falling petals a small picnic mat was on the shadow of the tree filled with food

“Surprise!” You exclaimed happily as Iwaizumi’s face softens his mouth forming a smile

“Isn't this the place where we used to go to ask kids?” Iwaizumi further scanned the area being hit by the wave of nostalgia

“Yeah! I thought since we used to go here all the time with Tooru you’d love it” you blushed shyly

“I think from the smell i can guess what that is” he pointed at the picnic mat

“Take a guess then” you smirked

“Agedashi tofu?” Iwaizumi said knowingly he got it correct

“Yep yep yep!” You said, “Now take a seat!” you patted the mat excitedly

“All my favourite things packed into the basket… thank you” Iwaizumi smiled brightly making you blush

“It’s the least I can do” you smiled the petals falling around the both of you

“Lets dig in” Iwaizumi said grabbing a plate

“Yeah! I’m starving!” You took a bite of the sandwich you grabbed

As the two of you ate Iwaizumi couldn't help and admire how adorable you were innocently chowing down the food and telling him your interesting stories. The scenery truly helped in showing your childlike innocence as the flowers aroma wafered throughout the area and petals fell toward your body covering most of it without you noticing too busy telling him what crazy things happened in school

“Is there something on my face?” You asked noticing Iwaizumi’s stare

“Oh nothing really” Iwaizumi smiled “You just look adorable, it reminds me when we were children how you’d tell me everything that happened recently” Iwaizumi explained making you blush

“You make me sound like I haven’t grown up” you slightly pouted

“Maybe you haven't?” He teased as your pout grew

“I’m only gonna forgive you because it’s your birthday” you crossed your shoulders as Iwaizumi chuckled

“Thank you Y/N this day’s been so great thanks to you” Iwaizumi flashed a smile to you

“This was just the first surprise! You should see what the others and I planned for later” you giggled mischievously

“Can't say I can’t wait” Iwaizumi smiled

“Wait, I almost forgot my gift!” You said grabbing a box out of the basket and handing it to Iwaizumi as he takes it

“Open it!” you said excitedly as he unwraps the box

The box revealed a small keychain of his favourite kaiju movie Godzilla

“That's not all” you took the box and showed him a polaroid of his favourite godzilla scene with a signature

“Did you get it signed by the Toho?” You saw his eyes flash making you smile

“I do have connections” you said

“Thank you Y/N you’ve done so much” he pulled you in for a tight hug

“Not as much as how much you did for my birthday” you hugged him back

“Still you’ve put a lot of effort” Iwaizumi looked at you joyfully

“Of course I would” you looked at him with a huge smile plastered on your face

“Finally we got everything done!” Oikawa sat down relieved

“And we finished pretty early” Makki took a sigh of relief “The guests should be coming in a few minutes and we still have enough time before Y/N and Iwaizumi comes here” Makki checked his phone for the time

“Y/N surely wanted a lot of decorations” Yahaba chuckled sitting down

“You mean demanded a lot of decorations” Kunimi added

“ I feel like we forgot something though, is anyone else feeling that?” Kindaichi asked worriedly

“If we forgot a couple decorations it's whatever Y/N wont notice!” Oikawa shrugged off

“Yeah, considering Oikawa got the decorations late she’d be thankful we actually got it done” Matsun spoke drinking water

“No but i feel like there should be something on that table” Kindaichi pointed at the table filled with decorations which the boys paid no mind to however upon close inspection the middle was empty

“OH SHIT!” They all thought

“WE FORGOT THE CAKE!” They all screamed in unison

“FUCK THAT’S THE MOST IMPORTANT PART!” Oikawa panicked

“Can we order one online?” Yahaba asked

“Nope it shows it won't arrive on time” Kunimi said nonchalantly

“HOW ARE YOU SO CALM?” Oikawa yelled confused yet panicking “WE ARE SO DEAD” he continued grabbing his hair in frustration

“What if we tell the guests to buy one?” Yahaba suggested

“They’re all coming in a minute so that’s a no go” Makki replied

“Why don't you guys try to find the nearest store or bakery and buy one?” Kunimi suggested

“GREAT IDEA!” Makki and Oikawa said in unison

“Alright everyone empty those pockets we need cash!” Makki pulled out his hand as everyone placed the money they could contribute

“I think that’s enough” Matsun said counting it all

“LET'S HURRY AND GO!” Oikawa grabbed the other third years and dashed outside

“They aren’t coming back with one aren’t they” Kindaichi scratched the back of his head

“Nope” the others sighed

The third years looked everywhere for the closest store but to no avail they couldn’t find one. Makki opted to check maps for the nearest one only to find that the store with cakes is miles away which would mean it would arrive late. They all panicked once the caller on Oikawa’s phone flashed your name.

We aren’t telling her anything! Oikawa urged the other two third years

Of course we won't, do you think we’re dumbasses? Makki rolled his eyes sarcastically

Hello? Oikawa answered the phone hiding his nervousness

Tooru we’re heading on our way you whispered as the nervousness of the three of them grew

Oh cool cool! We’re done decorating Oikawa smiled nervously

Really? That’s surprising you said in astonishment

Hey! We are capable of doing this right Oikawa defended as Matsun face palmed

Who are you talking to the three heard Iwaizumi from the other side of the phone

Nothing! You quickly ended the call

From the way you’re acting it’s Oikawa isn’t it Iwaizumi guessed

Well you’ll see once we head to our next stop you smiled

The third years went back to the place for the party with no cake which surprised no one. The guests were already waiting so they knew you and Iwaizumi would be coming in a few minutes

“Shit shit shit what the hell are we gonna do” Oikawa panicked as he walked around in circles

“Well let’s all agree to blame Oikawa” Matsun proposed as everyone nodded in unison making the already panicked captain pissed off

“Hey! How is this my fault?” Oikawa scowled

“You brought the decorations late and you also brushed of the missing cake” Makki shrugged off

“I wasn’t even assigned to bring it so it isn’t my fault!” Oikawa defended

“Who even was incharge of the cake?” Watari asked

“Hey guys, is everyone here?” You opened the door as everyone screamed in panic

“What? You guys look like you’ve seen a ghost or something” you tilt your head in confusion

“Listen Y/N we gotta be honest…” Oikawa took a breath “We forgot the cake” you were about to speak when Oikawa interrupted you

“Before you say anything! We looked everywhere and we couldn’t find one, we even splurged to pay for it so please don’t be mad at us” Oikawa pleaded as you started laughing

“Oh god here it comes” Makki braced himself

“You guys got worried for nothing” you continued laughing as everyone gives you a look of confusion

“I brought the cake, see?” You went over to the box on the corner to reveal the cake

“How have we not seen that” Matsun face palmed

“Oh thank the gods I almost had a heart attack” Makki sat back down in relief

“I knew you guys would forget so I did it myself” you smirked

“Well you were right this time” Oikawa scratched the back of his head

“Well? Get into positions he’s coming!” You exclaimed as everyone hid and shut the lights

Iwaizumi opened the door and he was greeted with streamers and balloons everywhere as the confetti and party poppers exploded everywhere

“SURPRISE” You all yelled in unison

“Thanks everyone” Iwaizumi smiled softly

“Well you should really be thanking Y/N here they organized everything” Makki ruffled your hair as you blushed

“Well I brought the decorations so” Oikawa smirked to himself as Matsun elbowed him

“You brought them late may I add” Matsun interjected as Oikawa shrugged him off

“Whatever at least I actually brought it” Oikawa replied

“Oh! us four have one last surprise for you” you signalled the other three third years as they went to the stage area

“What’s going on” Iwaizumi asked as the first years pushed him to the table to sit

“Before we’d like to start the party we have one thing to show you all”

You said into the microphone

“We’d like you all to hear a special song for a special birthday boy” you looked at Iwaizumi and smiled as he smiled back

“1, 2, 3!” You said as the third years begin to play their instruments

The four of you completely wowed everyone with your performance. It was a commemoration for Iwaizumi’s birthday but everyone could tell you had some feelings towards it. Iwaizumi couldn’t help but smile brightly watching you all perform. He appreciated the other third year's effort playing the instruments but he couldn’t help but be absolutely smitten at the sound of your voice. After the performance ended Iwaizumi came to give you a hug

“So what’d you think?” you smiled hugging him back

“It was the greatest surprise for a birthday gift I ever had” Iwaizumi tightened his hug

“Thanks! I couldn’t have done it without these three though” you pointed at the other third years

“We couldn’t say no to playing instruments!” Oikawa gave a toothy smile “It’s also because it's for our very special ace” Makki smiled as everyone nodded

“Thanks guys I really appreciate it” Iwaizumi smiled back brightly

“Hey, the party’s not over yet! Let’s go and have some fun!” You said pulling him into the table making him laugh

The moment came where everyone was gathered to watch Iwaizumi blow out his candles as he blew them out everyone yelled in unison

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWAIZUMI!”

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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He Comes To Your Rescue

Toru Oikawa X Fem!Reader, Hajime Iwaizumi X Fem!Reader Kotarou Bokuto X Fem!Reader

Summary: You get caught up in something and he defends you

Part 2 - Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Suna Rintaro, Kei Tsukishima

Part 3 - Kuroo Tetsurou, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Tendo Satori

Part 4 - Yuji Terushima, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Part 5 - Kageyama

Toru Oikawa

👑 When you started hanging out with the boys more often, most of the fans were kind enough, they all knew that they weren’t dating Oikawa.

👑 Oikawa was the one to announce that he was dating you, all it took was one post and everyone knew by the next day.

👑 Like I said most of the fans were happy for you both but there were a few who refused to believe that you were both together, people that claimed you were with him because of his money (unfortunately athletes don’t actually get paid that much but okay) or for the status.

👑 Though these opinions hadn’t been much more than social media comments you had always been waiting to meet someone with more confidence than common sense.

You smiled as someone tapped you on the shoulder, you looked over your shoulder and your smile widened as you looked at Iwaizumi “I’m glad you found the stadium okay.” You smiled as he took a seat next to you, his arm stretching over the seat behind you as he ruffled your hair slightly. “Do you know how long it took me to do my hair today? Why would you do that?” You tried to fix the damage he had done.

“Don’t worry you look fine, it’s not like shittykawa is even going to notice.” He shrugged.

“Are you trying to make me feel better?” You asked.

“He’s glanced up at the 3 times and he’s still not realized me.” Iwa shrugged.

“See she claims to be dating Oikawa but she’s letting this guy wrap his arm around her.” You both looked over at the girl who pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of you both.

“I’m going to post this.” She informed you as she showed you the picture.

“Please do, I look really good from that angle.” You smiled “don’t you think?”

“Yeah sure.” Iwa rolled his eyes with a smirk, his eyes on something on the court.

“Are you done here?” You asked as you waited for them to leave.

“Are you serious!?” She asked.

“Surely you’re not going to watch the game from there.” You frowned, you could see Iwa was about 5 minutes away from telling them to get lost himself but before anything else could happen, you heard him:

“Little cutie! You didn’t tell me that there was a special guest.” Oikawa appeared next to you.

“Well you were the one that said you missed him.” You shrugged “Iwa said that he was looking to go on holiday so here we are.”

“I love you.” He cheered as he pressed a kiss to your lips before turning his attention to Iwa both of the hugging as you glanced over to see the girls were gone. “Fans of yours?” He asked in reference to the girls that were in the place that you were looking.

“Fans of yours.” You corrected him “thought I was cheating with Iwa.”

“Still as annoying as it was in school.” Iwa cut in.

“Come you’ve got to get back down there and make this match worth the watch.” You ordered, he leaned down to kiss you one more time snapping a picture on your phone.

“Post that for me.” He winked kissing you one more time before jogging off out of the range of Iwa’s hit.

Hajime Iwaizume

💪 You didn’t often go to meet Iwa at work, he worked at a gym full of men most of the time and he was rather protective.

💪 This time however he had forgotten his lunch and as much as he hated asking he needed you to drop it off, seeing the way that his day was lined up, he wasn’t going to have time to go out and grab something else.

💪 When you got there the woman at the front desk smiled as she recognised you. “He told me he was waiting for you, I’ll call him down.” she called for Iwa and then gestured for you to go take a seat while you waited for him.

💪 The people behind you must have been listening in because before long they were standing over you.

“Can I help you?” You asked as you looked up at them.

“Do you even go to the gym?” One of the girls asked and you looked at them and frowned.

“Umm…-”

“You don’t look like you go to the gym.” The other cut you off.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked.

“Well how did you get a session with Iwaizumi, we’ve been trying for months.” The first girl complained, they both looked you up and down before one of them laughed.

“Are you planning to bribe him?” She smirked and you frowned before your hands tightened around his lunch sensing that they were up to something, you could see her hand lifting but before anything could happen the man of the hour called out to you.

“Thanks for bringing this for me sweetheart.” You looked at him and smiled, standing to walk over and meet him halfway, hoping to get away from the girls in front of him but they had other plans, one of them stepping forward and knocking you off balance, you fell forward doing your best to make sure that Iwa’s lunch stayed in tacked. Iwa rushed over to you, taking the lunch from you and putting it to the side.

“Oh my god are you okay?” One of the girls stepped forward.

“Leave.” Iwa ordered as he pulled you up to sit.

“What?” She asked.

“You and your friend leave, find another gym to use.” He ordered before turning his attention to you, tipping your head up to see if there was any damage to you.

“Is your lunch okay?” You asked as he sat you back on the bench and started cleaning a small cut on your cheek.

“I don’t care about the lunch, I care about you, did you know those girls?” He asked.

“No, they said that they’ve been trying to get a session with you for months and they were angry because they thought that you were doing a session with me.” You shrugged.

“Mmm.” He hummed. “All fixed up.” He pressed a bandaid to your face before kissing where the small cut was.

“Thank you.” You smiled.

“No problem, my love.” He said as you both stood up as you attempted to step around him he wrapped an arm around you “I’ll make up for this when I get him later.”

Kotaro Bokuto

🦉 Bo had been training hard for this match for months and the least you could do was go and support him, the stadiums were loud and crowded so you didn’t often find yourself there.

🦉 When you told Bo that you were going to be there, he was over the moon, he would not stop talking about it and even asked you to wear his shirt from last season so that he would be able to see you in the crowd.

🦉 To his credit he did see you as soon as you sat down, he waved at you before blowing you a kiss, you waved back pretending to catch the kiss and put it to your cheek.

🦉 That was where the problems came, it caught the attention of a group of girls who were clearly fans of Bo or the Jackals in general because they were standing in front of you within seconds.

“Where’d you get that top?” One of them asked, you glanced at them for a second before answering.

“From my boyfriend.” You answered as you tried to look around them to see the court, when you did, you actually couldn’t see him anymore and frowned, your attention drawn back to them when one of them nudged you in the shoulder.

“We ask you a question.” The first one glared at you folding her arms across her chest.

“Sorry, what did you ask?” You asked through gritted teeth as you tried not to start a fight at the match the Bo had been working so hard for.

“Do you know that’s fake?” She asked. “There’s no way that your boyfriend could have gotten the real shirt from that season.”

“What makes you say that?” You asked, leaning back in your chair.

“They didn’t sell any merch for that season, there’s nothing that looks like that made officially for fans.” You honestly thought that you had left this behind when you left school, you had been dating Bo for a long time and it’s not like you kept it a secret, he had trouble keeping his camera off of you, you were all over his social media.

“Babe!” You heard him yell before he came bouncing into your view with his phone “it’s time for my pre-game picture.”

“Don’t you usually take that with your team?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah but you're here today, I wanna take it with you.” He smiled as he sat in the chair next to you pulling you against him “smile baby owl.” You smiled at the camera and he snapped the picture standing up to cage you into the chair that you were sitting on.

“What are you doing?” You asked for a small smile on your face.

“I’m just making sure you're okay.” He answered.

“I’m fine I’m just trying not to start a fight before your match, I want to see you win.” You smiled bringing your hand up to gently caress his cheek. “So get back down there so you can win.”

“Alright babe.” He pressed a kiss to your lips “make sure that you cheer for me when I win.”

“Make sure you win.” You winked before pressing another quick kiss to his lips before he ran off, the girls that were there weren’t anymore in fact when you saw them a couple of rows over it seemed like they could even keep eye contact with you.

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strwbrryeyes · 1 month

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OKAY

give me requests/ideas to get back into writing i wanna try to get into it again this week. theyll be small drabbles but i promise i'll try yo make them good </3

please i am begging

also to the person who sent me that buff reader x iwaizum/atsumu i promise i'll do it i just havent had any ideas for i am a noodle and have no idea what its like to be buff </3

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angsty-omi · 2 years

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you get jealous of their manager II

iwaizumi hajime; ushijima wakatoshi

iwaizumi hajime

after high school, hajime made it clear that he wanted a mature and adult relationship. it wasn’t like when you were dating in high school it was childish necessarily, but there were definitely some petty insecure based arguments. although, now that he was starting his career in professional volleyball, he needed a stable firm relationship. you were completely on board with his intentions and the thought of settling down popped into your head a few times.

you were a med student and he always had practice, which meant you would rarely see each other in the daytime. you didn’t mind it though, because he would make up for it at night. that day, the professor had to be excused, so class ended early. these times were very rare, so you took advantage by surprising hajime. when you got to the entrance of the building, you glanced upwards. you’ve never had the opportunity to actually see him during practice, so this was the first time seeing the layed out architecture. the floor was tiled with a glossy black marble and white furniture to accentuate, and the water fountain had four different knobs.

you gazed through the windows of each sport seeing professional athletes at their hardest until, you found your athlete. as you got to the entrance, you were stopped by a short brunette who put her hand up and stopped you.

“please state your business,” she stated.

you chuckled because you interpreted it as a joke, while her face looked serious. “o-oh, you were serious? i’m so sorry,” you genuinely apologized. in the back of your head, you were mortified.

“i’m actually here to see my boyfriend, right there,” you pointed just in time when he spiked the ball roughly on the ground.

“hajime!” you waved over. he turns around and smiles cheekily.

“he’s your boyfriend?” she looked down on the ground with her cheeks as red as a tomato. if you had to guess, someone might’ve gotten a little crush on your boyfriend. It was harmless though, and there was no ounce of jealousy because you trust hajime. that was how adult relationships worked-- or at least that’s what you told yourself.

“yup, for how many years?” you dramatically try to think back and look over at your boyfriend. “like a million” he responded, “that might be a bit short,” you joked.

as he pecked your cheek, he asked, “not that i’m complaining, but why are you here?”

“class ended short so i wanted to see if you’d grab lunch?” you asked, almost pleading.

“sure, just let me tell coach” he said while turning towards the team.

“you can’t just do that y’know.” the manager spoke quietly. “what was that?” you responded, literally not hearing her. “you can’t just do that,” she spoke in a louder tone.

“you can’t just pull iwa-chan out of practice because you want lunch.” she sassed.

“iwa-chan? out of practice? i’m still confused on what you’re trying to imply here... that i’m distracting him?” you say, still shocked that someone so bold would say that. when she was about to speak up again, hajime ran up to you, “all set! let’s head out,” he excitedly exclaimed.

during lunch, you guys both caught up. you told him about how one of your colleagues almost killed a patient and he told you how he almost killed a player with one spike. in the midst of your topics you brought up what happened an hour ago.

“hey, so your manager said something pretty alarming” you casually said, scooping up some rice into your mouth. he got weirdly defensive. “maybe you just interpreted it wrong” he responded.

“how can one interpret ‘you can’t just pull iwa-chan out of practice because you want lunch’ wrong?” you mimicked her high pitched voice, clearly starting to get annoyed.

“i’m sure she didn’t mean it like that, i bet she just wanted what was best for the team” he excused, putting a hand on top of yours to calm you down.

“best for the team or best for you?” silence.

“you’re not... you’re not on her side right?” you muttered, hoping yes wasn’t the answer.

“to be fair-” he tried to reason.

“do not finish that sentence iwaizumi hajime.” you hissed. this was when he started to get impatient with you, “i am freely to speak whatever is on my mind,” he grunted back. “not when you’re defending another girl who clearly has jealous tendencies over you,” you claimed, starting to think about that moment and paid more attention to detail. her body language said it all.

“did you forget how i told you after graduation i didn’t want anymore petty arguments? you’re acting completely childish.” he scolded.

“it’s not like i’m trying to initiate something, i’m just telling you how i feel!”

“and i’m telling you to not worry about it!” he barked back. “do you even trust me y/n? is that it, is that the problem?”

“it’s not you that i don’t trust, it’s her” you reasoned, tears slowly falling down your face.

“why? because she’s right?” his voice was sharp. he knew the right words to push you over the line.

“if you think i’m just a distraction, then maybe we should just end this.” you whispered, tears flowing even more. you got up, knowing that the whole brunch place was staring and left. in your head, you knew that this place was going on the black list of locations you’ll never goto again.

when you walked in to your shared apartment, the scent of his cologne wafted in your nose which you found comfort in, but it reminded you of the argument. you just needed to sleep, sleep was the solution for everything. it was an escape, and you sure as hell needed one.

when you woke up, the moonlight was gleaming in your face, signifying that you didn’t sleep through the night. licking your chapped lips, you cringed at the taste of dried tears. you felt a warm tight limb around your waist, and you recognized that arm anywhere. about to scold him, you turned around. he was asleep, but there was a slight glossiness to his cheeks. was he crying? never in your life have you seen this man cry, even when oikawa left for argentina. you decided to not say anything, and gently push his arm off. suprisingly, this only led him to wrap around you tighter, with his face nestled in the crook of your neck, which told you that he was awake.

“hajime, i’m still upset.” you scolded.

“I don’t think you’re a distraction,” he admitted. “It scares me sometimes y’know?”

your eyebrows furrowed, “what scares you?”

“how much i love you. when you feel jealous or anything it hurts sometimes because that means i’ve done something that’s made you insecure in our relationship. i’m hear to say it now, my usage of words like implying you are distraction was bad way to phrase that you are constantly in my mind 24/7.”

how could you still stay mad at that? hajime was too freaking adorable. you pulled his chin up, and kissed his pout. you could feel him smiling into the kiss, knowing that everything is going to be okay.

ushijima wakatoshi

ushijima wakatoshi is a very blunt person. you can’t blame him though, without his bluntness you wouldn’t have been dating in the first place. you guys were one of those couples who everyone knew were together, but kept it private. if there was one thing both of you had in common was the hatred of PDA. it was funny when you collectively cringed with him when you’d see couples making out in the hallways.

you couldn’t bash on PDA completely though. surprisingly, not everyone knew you guys were dating. definitely not yumi, the new manager of shiratorizawa, or so you thought. her, herself, was a new kid and automatically became popular due to her looks. you were already envious of this because you’ve lived in the district your whole life, only to be known as the girl dating ushijima wakatoshi. the one who could break that cold hard exterior. so when yumi learned about this role of yours, she made it her mission to become a pseudo submissive clueless girl who just didn’t know any better. she had the whole team tricked, even ushi’s.

the next time you saw yumi, she was wearing his spare practice jersey. before you could ask, tendou answered.

“during practice she spilled water all over her shirt just to get us water. isn’t she so hardworking?” his eyes had hearts in them.

“it was hot too, she was wearing a white shirt so you could see everything. sucks that she was only face the captain though.”

the captain. your captain. your boyfriend? the thought of him seeing someone else naked other than you made you uncomfortable. you didn’t like it at all. especially since now she was wearing his jersey.

“ushi can I speak to you?” you meekly asked.

“uh is it quick? regionals are around the corner.”

“yeah, it was just- i’m kinda uncomfortable that you saw her you know” and motion towards your boobs.

“it was an accident y/n.” he rolled his eyes.

“right, but i was just jealous? kinda?” you cringed at how dumb you sounded. you took pride in how stable your relationship with ushi was.

“look, I don’t have time for this yeah? complain about it to your friends or something i have to go” he pecked your forehead and walked away.

you let it go this once, it was just this one time thing right?

right?

since ushi had a very athletic build, he needed food to fuel him up, and that’s when you came up with the genius idea of daily bentos after practice. since your club session ended a bit late, you felt guilty imagining ushi waiting for you. when you finally got out, you saw him on the bench by the cherry trees. you smiled to yourself, “he waited for me.” as you were about to wave over, you saw yumi approach him. she was grabbing the jacket right next to him, which now you can assume was hers, and repositioned herself facing ushi. this must’ve meant that they had been talking prior to you leaving your club. although you couldn’t listen in, you saw the slight advances yumi was doing, comparing hand sizes, laughing at every joke, and even grabbing his biceps. ushi was just quiet. seeing all of this was enough for you once you realized your vision had blurred. you’re crying.

“oh! president Y/N, don’t forget the- OMG ARE YOU OKAY?” the new secretary gasped. This caught the attention of everyone, including ushi and yumi. you looked over to see ushi concerned, but yumi having a slight smirk on her face. you did what you did best. you ran away.

you could hear footsteps catching up to you, and you knew you were outran. as he grabs your wrists he asks “what’s wrong?”

you slow down and turn around, “nothing is wrong, but as far as I know, we’re done,” thinking that ushi would be relieved to be free to date yumi, but he wasn’t. in fact, you’ve mastered in reading him and it look like his heart just shattered.

it was quiet for a minute, and tears were endlessly falling. he wasn’t going to try and fix this?

“you’re not going to say anything? you’re not going to fight for me? i knew i lost you the moment i saw yumi-”

“what are you talking about?” his voice louder than usual.

“I saw it. I saw that moment by the cherry tree. you didn’t even set boundaries or tell her to back off, you just let it happen because you wanted it.” you cried even more now retelling him.

“I did not want it. I was waiting for you, she just walked up to me. I have no sense of who is flirting with me because I’ve only gotten one girl that I care about. I zone out with others. also, why are you crying? Don’t you know that I only love you?” your heart pounded for him. his way of words were not subtle, but it made no errors for miscommunication.

“you love me?” you whispered.

“of course, how is that even a question?”

you kissed him then and there. he was surprised at first, since you guys were in public. but soon after he melted into the kiss. he finally understood why PDA existed and why people did it. he made a mental note to kiss you more often.

you pulled away and he groaned. “I’m still mad though, you have a lot of forgiving you need to d-” you were interrupted by a passionate kiss. he never initiated something like that in public.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizume x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima hcs #iwaizumi hcs #haikyuu fanfic

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sirenutsukushi · 3 years

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“I Want a Baby” Texts

Texting them “I want a baby” to see their reactions.

Featuring: Fem!Reader, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro.

Part: 3/5

Warnings: AFAB!Reader. Talk of wanting children. Crack. Nothing suggestive. Pet names. Okay maybe a little suggestive.

Oikawa Tooru:

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Matsukawa Issei:

Hanamaki Takahiro:

#haikyuu fanfiction #mattsun x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #makki x reader #hanamaki takahiro x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizume x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu text fic #haikyuu texts #text fic #haikyu crack

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xnchxntmxnt · 3 years

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𝐴 𝑀𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚...𝐼𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑧𝑢𝑚𝑖 𝐻𝑎𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑒

I was not really having a great night and one of my amazing friends gave me some advice, so I wrote this in hoping i could help someone with the same words. @radioactive-gold, I love you so much and you’re amazing thank you <3

Ao3 link

Masterlist

I don’t know what you’ve been thinking about lately, but whatever it is...don’t believe when your mind tells you bad things about yourself. I know...I know sometimes it’s hard. And I know sometimes it hurts. You’re angry because you hear “it gets better” all the time but you want it to be better now and you feel helpless right? Or something along those lines.

Let me tell you: having bad days is completely valid. You’re allowed to be upset, to cry, to feel like everything you’ve been doing just isn’t working. You’re allowed to backtrack because recovery isn’t linear. This doesn’t mean fall back on your old habits, but I mean it’s understandable.

I get how tough things are right now. I wish I could fix it for you, but I can‘t. So I’m trusting you to fix it. I’m believing in you. Keep holding on for the both of us, and before you know it, your pure, genuine happiness will be a reality.

I’m so, so proud of you for making it this far, remember, you’ve got this. I love you. And thank you for giving yourself a second chance because you deserve it. We’ll talk soon. I love you.

Reqs for this series are always open even if I close requests (which are still open btw don’t worry)—if I can make someone smile with these, then I did my job. If you’ve got a character/topic/scene you want me to write about, please let me know!

Remember to take care of yourselves. Sending love <3

~Spencer☀︎︎

#✔︎spencerwrites #haikyuu iwazumi #haikyuu #HQ #HQ!!#haikyuu!!#iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizume x reader #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizume x gn reader

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sugawarassoulmate · 11 months

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best friend!iwa who makes peace with the fact that you're probably not going to permanently break up with your boyfriend but can rest knowing that he's all you think about when you're having sex with that loser.

"i know you're going back to him," iwaizumi breathes, pinning you down to his mattress. you shook your head no but he knew better. you always went crawling back to that limp-dick boyfriend of yours after iwa fucked you good and hard. "i'm not stupid, don't give me that."

he wraps a hand around your throat, forcing you to look at him. "i don't really give a fuck what or who you do anymore." he was lying through his teeth—he'd give anything to make you his but that wasn't his reality at the moment.

"but if you're gonna be with him, you better think about me when he's fucking you. i bet you already do though. think about my cock splitting you open and my lips against your skin, hm?"

you grasp at his hand and he gives you a bit of mercy, opening your airways once again. "haji..."

"you only think about me. you only get off to me," every word is made clear with a harsh snap of his hips. you can't form the words but iwa can feel your approval with how your legs wrap around him, trapping him inside you.

"that's my baby, gonna send you back to that loser with my fucking cum running down your thigh."

#haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #iwaizumi hajime smut #iwaizumi smut #hajime iwaizume smut #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #best friend!iwaizumi #🍑#🍑iwaizumi

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heauxzenji · 4 years

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ahh congrats!! not sure if im supposed to ask here or in your submissions page but can you do J, Q, and U w/ Iwa 🥺🥺 p.s. this is my first time requesting anything from any writer and im sooo excited and thank god others have requested for Iwa bc we are on the same wavelength 🥵

Honestly 70% of my 200 event has been Iwa fuckers and I appreciate the dedication to it. ❤️

𝔍 = 𝔍𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔒𝔣𝔣

He’s a simple man. He never asks for nudes but you know what he’s going to do when he does. He wishes that you could be there with him, so photos are the next best thing. He always wishes it were your hand stroking his cock while he lies in bed at night.

𝔔 = 𝔔𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔢

Omg yes but- get this- lol he’s a slutty drunk. So usually if you go out to a party or club or just out drinking in general, he’ll pull you away to the bathroom to rail you. But only for a few minutes, just so that no one comes looking for you two.

𝔘 = 𝔘𝔫𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯

He himself isn’t much of a tease, but he does like being teased. The thrill of the chase excites him- along with a really light and breathy “Iwa-Chan...” that really fucks Him up because he hates it when Oikawa says it but for you he’s putty in your hands.

#200withdaisy #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu writing #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fic #haikyuu hc #iwaizume hajime #iwaizume x reader #iwa x reader #haikyuu iwa #haikyuu smut #hq iwa #hq writing #hq smut #hq headcanons #hq headcanon

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silverxhunter · 3 years

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going back to the gym tomorrow & I have no other thoughts except Iwaizumi Hajime being an athletic trainer 😩✋

#haikyuu #iwaizumi #iwaizume x reader #iwaizume hajime

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kenzumekodma · 3 years

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18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x fem!reader

wc: 2207

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, predator/prey kink, knotting, idiots to lovers, author has no idea what she’s doing but had fun doing it

find the rest of my kinktober masterlist here!

Watching your friends play fight, you think you have everything under control. You must have, after all, if you’d made it through three years of high school and then some with these four goofballs. Oikawa only has a week before he has to go back to Argentina, and at his insistence, you’ve all gathered for a camping trip like you’d always talked about having in school.

As Makki and Iwaizumi gang up on their former captain, Matsukawa helps you set up the tent, driving stakes into the earth. A shrill breeze sends a shiver down your spine. Almost instantly, the scent of the three men invades your senses, and you gulp, reality setting in that you’re alone in the forest with four alphas, and…

“You know the full moon’s tonight, right?” Mattsun murmurs to you. He must have picked up their heavy scent as well. “You brought them, right?” he checks with you. You nod, but grab your backpack and rifle through it, just to be sure. Shuffling your clothes and toiletries around, you search and search but come up empty handed. Not a single heat suppressant pill to be found. Mattsun raises an eyebrow. Noticing his concern, you rummage for a moment before forcing a look of relief across your features.

“Yup, got them!” you say brightly. Internally, however, the only thing on your mind is fuck fuck fuck what the fuck am I going to do I’m so fucking fucked. Mattsun shakes his head. You can’t quite tell if he doesn’t believe you, or doesn’t believe you didn’t triple check before leaving. Honestly, you can’t believe you didn’t check the calendar, the forecast, anything. You’ve got a few hours until sundown, though, and that’s more than enough time to formulate a plan, right? Right?

The sinking sun shines golden behind the trees, and the rising moon begins to cast silver down from above. Warmth flees with the sun and you find yourself getting chills. From his spot next to you, Iwaizumi bites the inside of his cheek. When he opens his mouth to speak, he tastes the metallic droplets dissipate along his tongue.

“Cold?” he asks.

“Yeah, yeah, a little. I should grab my jacket,” you say.

“Don’t bother. Here,” he lifts his sweater off with an easy movement and tosses it into your lap. Gratefulness and burning want cut into you in equal measures. It was your own secret that you’d been hopelessly pining after Hajime Iwaizumi since you were both 15 years old. You’d planned on confessing right after graduation, until he broke the news that he’d be moving halfway across the globe for university right before you could will the words to come out of your mouth.

“Thanks,” you mumble. Maybe it’s a good thing? At least if I’m covered in his scent, it’ll cover up my own a bit, right? Iwaizumi watches the gears turn in your head from the corner of his eye, and for a short moment, he’s not an alpha and you’re not an omega. He’s not a trainer for Olympic athletes and you’re not the independent woman doing your best and struggling your way through life one day at a time. He’s just Hajime, and you’re just you. Oikawa nudges Makki, discreetly pointing at Iwaizumi. Of fucking course those idiots had figured it out years ago. It’s been over a decade and they’re still acting like teenagers, smirking and waggling their eyebrows at him whenever he gets close to you.

After a while, though, things fade back to normal. The four men trading spooky stories at Mattsun’s insistence, roasting marshmallows, and… arguing? You missed the comment that started it, but the smell of their testosterone rising is unmistakable.

“I’m, uh, I’m gonna go and get another bag of marshmallows,” you say hurriedly and stalk off towards the tent. You look behind you, making sure they’re still all occupied, and take a couple of snacks with you to get through the night before making off for a safe distance away in the woods.

Half an hour of following what you could’ve sworn was the north star and you’re sure of it, you’re definitely lost. But you consider the bright side. You’re far enough away that the only thing you can smell around you is fresh air, the falling leaves -- really, Tooru, who plans a camping trip in October of all months? -- and Iwaizumi’s sweater. Allowing yourself one indulgence, you take a deep breath of the fabric, your scent and his entwining in your nostrils and addling your brain.

“--Hey, hey, stop! That’s the last fucking marshmallow, Makki! You’re wasting it!” Oikawa pouts, back at the campsite.

“‘S not a big deal, y/n said she was going to get another bag. Right, y/n?” Makki counters. “Y/n?”

“That was half an hour ago, dumbass,” Iwaizumi says.

“Well? Should we look for her?” Makki asks.

“Of course we should,” Iwaizumi answers.

“I’ll go!” Oikawa pipes up.

“Like hell. You can’t control yourself around an omega well enough in the daytime. I’m not letting you go on a full fuckin’ moon, Shittykawa. You’re not any better, Makki. She’s got those suppressants, right? I can get her back no problem.”

“What about me?” Mattsun interjects, borderline offended at not even being considered.

“What way is north, Issei?” Iwaizumi deadpans.

“Shut the fuck up, why don’t you, Hajime,” he snarks.

“If I’m not back with her in an hour, start looking for us,” Iwaizumi says with finality, and he’s off.

It’s not long before he catches his own scent creating a path, meandering between trees. He breaks into a jog, his heart sprinting as his scent fades into yours. It’s stronger than usual, heady and intoxicating, and he lets out a growl as he realizes what’s happening.

“Fuckin’ really? Heat? You’re in heat? You’re fuckin’ kidding me,” he groans. “So much for the damned suppressants.” He picks up a surge of your scent and he realizes you must be near enough to hear him, to sense him, to smell him. He raises a hand to his neck, thumb grazing over his scent glands, going into overdrive as he feels the rush of adrenaline course through his body.

“Not far away, are ya? C’mon, don’t be shy. I don’t bite… hard,” he takes a shaky breath in, becoming still and calm in his concentration. This, this hunt, this is what he was born for, what he’s been longing for with you since the day you cheered for him louder than anyone else in the stands at the first volleyball game he invited you to more than a decade ago. Leaves rustle about thirty feet away from Iwaizumi and he picks up the surge again. He moves quickly and quietly towards where he’s sure you are.

“You’re getting off on this, huh? Don’t deny it, I can smell it on you from here, y/n. You wanna be my prey, huh? Want me to hunt you down and make you mine?” His lips curl, twisting into smirk and baring his teeth. He knows this isn’t the way he should be confessing to you, not when the only indication of your attraction is the fact you’re in heat. Would you react like this to Mattsun? Oikawa? Makki? Does it even matter, since he’s the only one here? His head whips around as a hitched breath comes from behind a tree another twenty feet away.

“You can run and you can hide, little girl. But the big, bad wolf is coming to get you,” he growls.

Taking his sweet time, he walks over to where he’s confident now that you haven’t moved from, if the little whimpers and moans are anything to go on. The sight that greets him sends a wave of warmth through his body. You’re flushed, whether from the chase, your heat, or some combination thereof, he doesn’t know. But you’re curled up in his sweater, and that stirs something in him deep in his core. The way you’re helplessly rubbing your thighs together, trying to keep from touching yourself because he knows you know that if you try to relieve the white hot need you’ll only make it worse.

“I-Iwa, go…” you mumble against your own will, but he only shakes his head. You sigh, conceding to him. “H-Haji, please, h-hurts, n-need it. Haji, please,” you whimper. “Help me.” Iwaizumi is on you in seconds, hands flying to your chest and your waist, lips a sloppy flurry against your own. He kisses down your neck and you keen, pushing your flesh against his bared teeth insistently.

“You know if I do that right now, you’re mine. You understand that, right? I don’t have to if you don’t want it. I can pull out, too…” The insecurity tugging at him is quickly quelled at your protests.

“No, no, do it, please,” you whine. “Wanted you for so long. P-please, wanna be yours, lemme be yours.”

Iwaizumi groans, feeling his hardening cock strain against his pants, and bite, marking you as his own, his mate. There’s no going back now.

You scramble to remove your jeans, but Hajime’s hands come down over yours, easing them off of you himself. You paw at the buckle of his belt and he chuckles at your eagerness. His heavy cock springs free a short moment later and you feel the warmth rise a degree in your body. He peels your panties off, sticky and wet with your slick, and takes a deep breath, moaning out loud at the thought that this beautiful mess is all for him, you’re all for him.

“Fuck me, Hajime,” you breathe.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, easing into you with as much restraint as he can muster. You suck him in so greedily, he swears he never wants to leave the warm home of your walls. Your whimpers and cries of desperation quickly melt into soft curses, begs for more, choked moans when he hits that spot just right inside you. You push your hips up to meet his, burying him to the hilt yourself.

“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me,” he mumbles against your lips.

He rolls his hips, angling them up to catch you where you need it most. Reaching your hand between your bodies, you roll your puffy, needy bud between your fingers. A growl catches in Hajime’s throat and he bites down, sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder. He makes sure he leaves his mark on you. It’s not enough for you to clench and milk him for all he’s worth, it’s not enough for you to be swathed in his scent, he needs every alpha within a mile to know you belong to him.

“H-Haji-” you moan, kneading your own chest through the fabric of his sweater. He drags the cotton up your body, hungrily latching his lips onto one of your nipples. Your breath hitches, mewling out his name as if it’s the sweetest candy money can buy. You feel the base of his cock swelling and nudging against your folds as you draw closer and closer to your climax.

“P-please, w-want it, want your knot. Haji please,” you wail. He’s never been able to deny you anything and he’s not about to start now, not when he has you right where he’s always wanted you. He pushes his swollen knot past your tight entrance. The absolute blissful feeling of being so full, like you never knew you were incomplete until now, drives you hurtling head first into your orgasm. You moan and cry and cling to Hajime like he’s the only solid thing in this world. Quickly following you into your haze, he spills his seed inside you, locking your bodies together whether he means to or not.

“I, uh, suppose I should tell you,” you start, looking away from him as you come down from your high, waiting for his swelling to subside. “I’ve, I’ve kind of been in love with you since we were kids,” you mumble out quickly. He catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey. I’ve wanted to kiss you since we were fifteen. You’ve been the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think of at night for nearly half my life. I’m not apologizing for this if you’re not,” he says. You shake your head.

“‘M not apologizing, not at all.”

“Good,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. He eases himself out of you and helps you dress yourself quietly. “Legs are sore, huh?” he chuckles as you try to stand up. You swat at him lightly, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“Shut up and carry me, will you?”

And he does just that. He can when he walks back into the perimeter of your campsite he’s just barely made it within his hour time frame. The worried expressions on your friends’ faces quickly turn to teasing, waggling their eyebrows at the two of you, when they catch sight of the bites littered over your scent glands. With a smirk, Mattsun speaks.

“Took you fuckin’ long enough.”

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angsty-omi · 3 years

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was she just a friend?

hajime iwaizumi x Reader

tw: very slight domestic abuse, insecurity, no happy ending, swearing, suggestive themes, and no editing prior.

when you first started dating hajime, you had accepted the fact that he had a really close girl friend. how could you not? before you guys made it official he made sure his concerns were met with. this should’ve been the first red flag, however, you were blinded by love.

at first, it was subtle. she’d tag along with you guys on your walk home, which you didn’t mind at all. most of the trips, she’d make fun of iwaizumi and reminisce when they were kids. which, in turn, made you laugh. a lot. and usually after she got home, you and iwaizumi could spend the sunset together. his large calloused hand would wrap around yours, and he’d bring your hand up to peck it. your heart grew bigger by the minute.

then, one day after she left, both of his hands gripped your jaw, and soft lips were pressed against yours. you smiled into the kiss and added more pressure. as he pulled away, you instinctively moved forward for more. that made him chuckle, and grabbed your chin once more. however, this kiss was more passionate. you could never forget that night. it was purely blissful.

for the next six months, life felt like paradise. there was a consistency of “i love you-s,” cuddles, and even sex. but, as they say, happiness is only temporary. on your sixth month anniversary, you and hajime had planned a fancy dinner date on the bay. you showed up early, with excitement written on your face. you were currently wearing a satin maroon dress with a black trench coat on top. as you sat at your table, you pulled out a box out of your pocket. it was a promise ring. you rubbed the circumference of it, trying to ease your nerves. was this moving too fast? you were certain that you couldn’t love another the way you love hajime.

as the hour strikes, he still hadn’t showed up. you repeatedly checked your watch, and even asked other people’s in case your time was wrong. you texted hajime multiple times with no response. anxiety started bubbling in your stomach. what if hajime’s hurt? what if he got into a car accident? what if a UFO came down and kidnapped him? you prayed to yourself that none of those things were true.

before you even realized it, another hour went by. and at this point the waiters were passively suggesting you to leave, due to their full house. at first, you were weary, what if hajime shows up? you thought. although, you complied with the waiters and left. you called him so many times with no pick up. before jumping to conclusions, you decided to text her.

y/n: hey, have you talked to hajime recently?

her: nope! but i can text him if you’d like!

y/n: sure

you rolled your eyes at her message, she acted like he’d answer her and not you. you were his girlfriend for god sakes. obviously if he could text someone it’d be you... atleast that’s what you thought before you got a notification.

her: oh he just said he’s at home, was there something you needed?

that text broke your heart. he’s at home? worst of all he texted her back and not you? you just left her on read and headed home.

as you slammed your phone on the bed, you got ready to sleep. slipping into one of hajime’s shirts and a pair of underwear you tuck yourself in. while drifting, you inhaled his shirt and it smelled like him. his cologne had a wood musk scent to it which you adored. and before you realized it, you were crying. crying yourself to sleep.

the next morning during school, you did everything in your power to ignore hajime. you skipped the lockers, lunch, and even prevented going to bathroom in case he was there. who could blame you? you were still upset after being stood up.

“miss y/n, could you grab these papers and send it to the office please?” your teacher asked.

you picked up the hefty amount of sheets and went on your merry way. with your guard down roaming the hallways, you failed to notice her and hajime at the end of it. as you both looked up from a long distance with eye contact, you simply turned around and took a detour. you could hear sneakers quickly catching up to you. it was hajime.

“hey baby i haven’t seen you all day,” he wrapped his arm around you.

you ignored him and continued looking straight ahead.

“hey are you okay?”

silence.

“y/n if you’re going to act like this and not tell me what’s going on, i’m going to go.” hajime said with a stern voice. you bit your lip, trying to hold tears back. you nudged yourself off of him and replied “fine.”

how could he be mad at you? and why’s he acting like nothing happened?

at the end of the school day, hajime was waiting at the gates for you. you caught sight of him and sighed. you couldn’t hold it off any longer. as you approached him, you saw her peeking out next to him. of course. with annoyance, you started walking home, with them behind you. the walk home was silent, excluding the loud footsteps trailing behind you. as soon as she turned for her house and a couple more steps, hajime grabbed your wrists and gently pinned you on the wall.

“tell me what’s wrong.”

immediately, tears start falling down your face.

“how could you forget about our sixth months?”

at this point, iwaizumi’s face turned pale. paler than a sheet of printer paper. he quickly kissed your tears, and rambled apologies.

“i can explain, that day hachi had some major family issues. her dad had just left the house to get drunk, and her mom was out of town. she needed me to come over, so i rushed.”

“so then, why didn’t you text me back?”

“what?”

“you heard me”

“i gave my phone to hachi because her dad broke hers.”

you gave a confused look. her phone wasn’t broken, she literally texted you and to think about it you never said her name aloud or in your thoughts.

“what? i literally texted her the night of and she said you texted her back saying you were home”

“hachi wouldn’t do that.”

did he just assume that you would lie? what reason would you even have to lie? you pulled up your phone and showed him the messages.

“this was probably a misunderstanding, are you sure your connection was good? some of them probably didn’t send so it looks bad” he casually said.

you were just in so much shock when he said that. how could he? why did he? your head started to feel stressed so you just walked away. not wanting to hear his idiotic excuses anymore. he trailed behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

“please don’t leave us on bad terms, i’m sorry i won’t do it again” you felt tears on the back of your school uniform.

“i guess it wouldn’t hurt to forget this one instance” you thought to yourself. so what did you do? you forgave him.

poor little naive girl.

after you guys made up, he decided to have a make up anniversary. you guys cuddled up on your bed and watched many sappy romance movies while ordering your favorite place. this was way better than an expensive dinner. you were just glad he was in your arms again and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

you got up from the bed with his arms dragging behind to go into your dresser, where you hid the box. as you were about to turn around and suprise him, his phone rang. who could be calling at this hour? you know who. hachi.

“don’t pick it up” you frowned.

“please babe just give me one second?” he pouted.

you nod in a agony. as he answered it, you could hear dramatic tears on the other end with a concerned hajime on the line.

“are you okay?! he did what?! i’m coming right now”

as he ended the call, he buckled his pants back on.

“you’re kidding right?”

you hid the tiny box behind your back.

“what are you talking about y/n?” he frustrated, clearly stressed out.

“this is our anniversary and you’re going over to see another girl?”

“y/n, she’s my best friend and you know that. plus she’s home alone and her dad just broke a window.”

“then can i come with you?”

he shook his head, “i don’t think she wants anyone to see her in that state right now”

“except for you, hm makes sense okay”

“can you please not be insecure for like one day?” his fingers ran through his hair.

your eyes widened, “are you fucking serious? you’re the one that made me insecure! first i dropped the whole dinner phone text thing even though there was obvious evidence hachi was trying to sabotage us, why can’t you see it?!”

“y/n, at the beginning of our relationship you acknowledged that i had a close girl friend. and with that, the dinner thing was just a misunderstanding. stop bringing that up or else.” he aggressed.

“are you seriously threatening me right now?”

“if you leave right now.. t-then we’re over!” the words just slipped out of your mouth. both of you guys were in shock. you were just so relentlessly depleted from this argument that you decided this was your solution.

he furiously opened the door, “hajime wai-” you were cut off by the door slamming shut. tears were flowing like a waterfall at this point. you gave yourself some time to breathe and reevaluate. you couldn’t lose hajime, he was your person. your light. your yellow. you put on your sneakers and ran to hachi’s house, knowing he’d be there. you grabbed the promise ring alongside so you could beg for forgiveness.

your breath was ragged, damn were you out of shape. but at the end, you got to your destination. as you analyzed the house, there seem to be no windows broken, but the front door was opened slightly. you knew she was lying from the start about her dad smashing things. you slowly walked in as quiet as possible and could hear sobs in the other room. as you pressed your ear to the door, it was hajime’s sobs. your heart felt so much guilt, sayings like “i love her so much” and “how could she just say that?” were the only phrases you could comprehend. then there was silence. as you opened the door, prepared to make up, you couldn’t believe your eyes. hachi and hajime’s face were about a half an inch away from each other. they both looked up at you.

“nice intact windows, take this stupid fucking ring, you’re dead to me iwaizumi” you chucked the box at him. as he looked at the box, it had been embroidered ‘promise’ on it and he knew what that meant. you quickly made your exit through the door with hajime closely behind you.

you stopped in your tracks, “please just leave me alone” your voice now dainty.

“y/n, plea-”

“please what? please forget about what i saw? i knew it i fucking knew it. you know what, this whole time you made me like the bad guy when it was YOU. you made me like this, and the worst part is I STILL LOVE YOU.” you punched jabs into his chest. obviously it didn’t hurt him physically, but emotionally it felt like a million swords were stabbing him repeatedly.

“please stop this, is there anyway you can forgive me? please?” he sobbed.

“i’ll do anything”

“would you leave hachi for me?” you asked sharply.

his hesitation was all you needed. in his head he answered yes, but it was like his vocal chords stopped working. deep in his heart, he knew you deserved better. so he stayed quiet.

“go to hell, go fuck hachi or something see if i care.” but you did care. you just wished that he fought just a little bit for you. but he never did and you had to accept it like a champ.

before this all happened, you had dreamed about iwaizumi hajime and yours’s future. but now it’s all ruined.

you’re left heartbroken and lost $350 on a ring that had no meaning.

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #hq iwaizumi #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizume x reader #haikyuu fluff

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devikyuu · 3 years

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Fluffy Love

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x GN!Reader Tags: Angst with Happy Ending Summary: You firmly believe that you aren’t worth loving. Word Count: 4.0k

“I don’t think I’ll experience a fluffy kind of love.” You confess to your friend.

“The fuck are you talking about?” They don’t even pay attention to you. Choosing to continue scrolling through their phone.

You grumble a bit. “You know, like...” You trail off on your words, wondering how to explain to your clueless friend. “Like when that other person just loves you so much and they just give you flowers or they just want to cuddle or when you both stare at each other with so much love.” As you say these things, you imagine all of that in your head. “No way in hell that type of love is real.”

“Man, shut your ass.” They yawn. “You’ll get that kind of love. Just wait.” They stand to stretch and your eyes go back to the TV that’s playing an action movie you’re not really paying attention to. “I’m gonna go back. I still have a lot of shit to do. I’ll see you soon.” They grab their things and before they could leave, you call out to them.

However, you hesitate on what to tell them and decide to send an insult. “You’ve been swearing too much lately. Tone it down.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” They roll their eyes and murmur. “As if you don’t swear.”

“I heard that.”

They give you the universal sign of ‘fuck you’ and leave.

When they do, you pause the movie and breathe out a sigh.

“I always give everything no questions asked, though.”

-----

It’s been weeks since you’ve opened up to your friend about what you think and you’ve been drowning in endless amounts of projects that seem like a mountain whenever you see them.

You stare gloomily at your laptop before deciding that maybe you need to go outside. Your face cringes just thinking about it. But you really needed a break.

Grabbing a jacket and wearing some shoes, you decide to just walk around the park nearby. Maybe even just sit on a bench and look around just admiring everything.

What you don’t expect on this little break, however, is a gorgeous man with messy brown hair coming up to you and saying, “Hi! My friend kept looking at you and was wondering if you’d want to be his--”

The man, who later on you find out is Oikawa Tooru, was cut off by a hit to the head that seemed way too hard to be a normal hit.

“Iwa-chaaaaaan,” He whines, “I’m just trying to get you a date!” He tries to justify himself but looking at this ‘Iwa-chan’ guy, he seems thoroughly annoyed. Though you couldn’t deny that this man also looked gorgeous.

“Shut up, Shittykawa.” As he grumbles, he looks at you with an apologetic look. “Sorry to bother you, we’ll take our leave now.”

Without any other words to say, ‘Iwa-chan’ grabs his friend's collar and drags him away. Truthfully speaking, it’s a funny sight that makes you giggle a little bit.

Before they’re both too far away to hear you, you decide to speak. “I’m not looking for a date but we can definitely be friends.”

With a soft smile like yours, Iwaizumi can only stare with an amazed look on his face which doesn’t escape Oikawa’s vision. With a smirk, Oikawa decides to answer you. “Perfect! My name is Oikawa Tooru. This is Iwa-cha--” Yet again he is hit on the head, but lightly this time.

“I’m Iwaizumi Hajime. Nice to meet you.”

“Well, Iwaizumi-san, Oikawa-san, I’m (L/n) (Y/n).”

Once again, Iwaizumi is given a chance to see your smile and he wishes to see more of that in the future.

“It was nice to meet you, but I have some things to do back home. Would you like to exchange numbers?”

----

To explain your friendship with your new friends, it was a wild ride.

Oikawa was fun to tease and Iwaizumi seems content that he's not the only one who thinks that Oikawa is a piece of trash ("This is called tough love." You both tell Oikawa to which he only pouts at).

Sometimes, Oikawa has to bail out on your hangouts due to volleyball but you find that you don't really mind.

You and Iwaizumi get closer. Going on a first name basis that makes you feel comfortable enough to ask him to join you on spontaneous ideas you come up with.

"I don't understand how I let you talk me through this."

"I have super powers. Deal with it."

You tell (F/n) about all your adventures with Hajime and you even introduce them to both Oikawa and Hajime.

"I feel like I'd be punching Oikawa a lot. Is that normal?"

"Please, be our guest."

"Iwa-chaaaaan."

As your friendship with Hajime gets closer, you find that you feel more comfortable with him than you do with Oikawa.

You open up about it to your friend and they start teasing you about how you're falling in love with him.

"I am not. I just find them really easy to talk to. I find it easy to talk to you but I'm not in love with you."

"True. But you also don't talk about me twenty-four seve--"

"I do not talk about Hajime twenty-four seven."

"... Right. And who's the topic of this conversation?"

Your pride refuses to answer that question.

You ask Hajime if he wanted to take a walk with you since you decided to take a break from your schoolwork. You also asked Oikawa but he said he had to bail this time. Hajime confirms that he could walk with you, though.

You were having such a great time talking and walking with Hajime that you didn't see him clenching and unclenching his fists nervously.

Before you could rant more about how you hate the projects and the teachers in your classes, Hajime stops walking. You stop walking, too. Confused with his actions.

That's when you finally notice the way that his cheeks are slightly pink (From the cold, maybe?) and his hands that keep opening and closing.

"Hajime? What's up? Are you okay?" Genuinely concerned. "You didn't have to come walk with me if you felt a little under the weather, you know?"

Hajime is quiet for a while.

"No. No, it's not that. I'm fine, really."

You're just even more confused now. "Then, what's up?" Your eyebrow is raised, waiting for him to answer you.

He stays quiet and you patiently wait for him to speak.

"You don't' have to be so nervous, you kno--"

“Do you want to get into a relationship?” He asks and you’re stunned to silence.

"With… who?"

"With, uh, with me." His fists are clenching together even faster now. You're still stunned at what he said.

But at the same time, you feel confused. There’s an ache in your chest that makes you feel queasy. It makes your face scrunch a little.

“You want to be with me...?” You look at him properly to see if there are any indications that this is all a joke or he’s lying, but all you see is a red face.

Iwaizumi’s blush is as clear as day and he looks away from you to hide that, you assume. He sticks his hands in his pockets before answering you. “Yes.”

You want to say yes, but you think about all the times you’ve loved with an end of you giving your everything until there’s nothing left. Until you’re running out of things to say and do. Until they’ve decided that they don’t want to be with you anymore. Until you’ve become broken enough to care about nothing anymore.

“Hajime, I…” you try to accept, you really do, but you’re too afraid. “I’m sorry…”

“Oh.” He sounded disappointed but it also seems like he expected this outcome. “Thank you for being honest with me. I’d still like to be friends, though. If that’s possible.”

You hear him, but you dive back into memories you never wanted to go back to. Your desperate attempts to make them stay, telling them that you’d do better and that you’d fix whatever you thought you broke.

The memories of when they ghost you for months. The memories of waiting for them to reply to your messages that only get shorter. The memories of them just ending everything despite waiting patiently for them to come back.

When you come to, he’s still in front of you. Waiting for an answer. He notices the far away look you had just a few seconds ago but he decides not to comment on it. Instead, he settles with, “Are you okay?”

You blink away the memories and look at him.

Why would such a nice guy come to you? Do you deserve this?

No, you don’t.

“Yeah!” You try to say in a cheery tone that contradicts with your behavior and shaky voice. “I’m okay. I’m sorry, Iwaizumi-san, but I--” you cut yourself off.

Is this really the best thing to do?

You sigh and force yourself to push the words out of your mouth. “I don’t think we can stay friends, either.” You look away with guilt that bursts throughout your entire body. Making your feet curl, your fingers itching to turn into fists, and your chest feels heavier and heavier the longer you stand in front of Iwaizumi.

“Oh.”

He sounds disappointed, again.

‘It’s for the best.’ You convince yourself. ‘Apologize and walk away. You don’t deserve this.’

“I’m really sorry, Iwaizumi-san. Goodbye.” You walk away from him, with a heavy mind and a heavy chest. The further you walk away from him, the more your chest feels like it’s dragging you down and slowing your movements.

As you continue to walk, a tiny part of you hopes he decides to chase you. You hope he decides to hold your hand or call out to you. Just anything that implies he would chase after you.

But Iwaizumi is a nice and respectful man. This is reality and your hopes are based on fantasies and cliches. You reach the comfort of your bed with no one holding your hand. You reach the comfort of your bed with no one calling out to you.

You’re in your room with the lights off, under your blanket, seeking for any kind of warmth to make the cold disappear. Staring at the ceiling, the wall, the laundry that’s piling up, the table that has your laptop, the mirror, and back to your ceiling.

You want to cry, but tell yourself that you have no right to. You made that decision and you were the one who said it was for the best. You try to fall asleep but the lump in your throat makes it hard. Sighing in frustration, a tear falls from your eye.

“Tsk.”

Sighing again, you sit up and stare at a random spot in your room. Letting your thoughts roam free. Letting them dance in your head that only seems to taunt you.

In the barely lit room, you see your phone light up. You stare at it until the light is gone and stare at it for a few more seconds before deciding to check on the notification.

‘You good?’

Is what the message says. Your friend knew that you’d be with Iwaizumi today. Even teased you about it. But how’d they know to check up on you?

Another message was sent.

‘Iwaizumi asked me to check up on you. Want me to come over?’

And of course Iwaizumi asks your friend to check up on you.

You think about it for a while, but ultimately decide that you don’t want to see anyone. But you do tell them everything that happened. Your insecurities and hesitance to get into a relationship. It all stumbles out.

‘I’m going to call you.’

Before you could do anything, their contact name shows up and you decide to just answer the call.

It’s silent on the other side for a while and you’re too drained to say anything or clarify that they’re in the call.

It’s silent for a few more moments until they decide to finally speak.

“I understand that you’re hesitant and afraid, (Y/n), I really do. I’d be afraid, too.” They start. “But it’s not fair to assume that with every person you meet.”

“But they used to be like that. What if Iwa is the same? I don’t think I can handle another, (F/n). I’ll break even more. I can’t…” You trail off, afraid to continue because the tears have decided to finally fall and a sob is ready to force itself out of your throat.

“(Y/n).” Their tone is firm. “Didn’t you want to experience that fluffy love that you talked about? The one about… uh…” Your friend trails off, trying to remember your words. It made you choke out a little laugh. “The one about buying you flowers or cuddling and shit.”

You sniff and wipe your nose with your shirt. “Well, yeah. I do.” You admit. “But I firmly believe that I'm not deserving of it.”

“You can’t decide how deserving you are of something. It doesn’t just hurt you, it hurts other people as well.” You stay quiet as they speak. “Don’t you like this guy, (Y/n)?” They ask. “Everyone is deserving of love. Even you. So if you want this dude, and he wants you, why not give him a chance?”

Your conversation lasted a bit longer. Talking about anything once the main purpose of the call was somewhat over. Before your friend actually hangs up the call, they give you one more piece of advice. “Talk to him, okay?”

You say your goodbyes and you’re left in your own thoughts again. This time, with the wise words of your friend instead of your negative ones.

----

“They rejected me.” Is what Iwaizumi tells his closest friend. “Said that they couldn’t be friends with me either.”

Iwaizumi and Oikawa met up after the whole fiasco happened. With Oikawa wanting to know what happened, they stayed in a coffee shop to put caffeine into their system and hopefully ease the heartache that Iwaizumi is most likely feeling.

“Well, I can still be friends with her, right?” Oikawa teasingly tells his friend but quickly stops when he sees the focused look Iwaizumi has.

“They looked like they wanted to say yes. But they stopped themselves.” Iwaizumi’s mind drifts back to your torn look and fear filled eyes. He wonders what you’ve been through. “I asked (F/n) to check on them.”

“Always such a gentleman aren’t you.”

“Shut up.”

The two friends are surrounded by a comfortable silence but with the silence comes the noisy mind of Hajime.

He wanted to ask you what was wrong, but you said it yourself. You didn’t want to be friends. He wanted to respect your decision but he wanted to check on you. He wanted to ease your pain in any way that he could. He couldn’t just leave you to your own suffering but he didn’t want to scare you away.

“That’s the problem, isn’t it?” Oikawa suddenly asks.

“Huh?”

“You’re always such a gentleman.” Oikawa explains. “Try being selfish for once. You want to run to them, don’t you? You want to check on them and ask why they seem so hesitant.” Oikawa looks at Iwaizumi and gives him a cheeky smile. “Why don’t you chase after them? You like them a lot, right?”

Iwaizumi is silent as he stares at his cup of coffee. He did want to chase you. But what if you didn’t want him to?

“What if they don’t want to be chased?”

“You said they wanted to say yes but stopped themselves. Is that not proof enough?”

For the rest of the day, Oikawa’s question repeats in his mind no matter how much he tries to get it out.

He thinks about Oikawa's words so much that he thinks about it for days until he suddenly finds himself going to your apartment. Knocking on your door.

His anxiety grows every second that you don’t open the door.

God, what if you weren’t even home?

His feet start tapping on the floor and he places his hands in his pockets. Clenching and unclenching them.

His movements stop once the door finally opens.

---

“Hajime? What are you doing here?” Seeing him made your chest tug a little (either from happiness or guilt, you weren’t sure. Maybe it was a mix of both?). “Did you need something?”

Hajime only stares at you and he looks as confused as you are. With the cold breeze of the night, you thought it wise to bring Hajime inside before he gets a cold.

“Do you want a drink?”

He declines your offer and you’re both swallowed in awkward silence. The last time you’ve spoken to each other was his confession.

That you rejected.

And then proceeded to say that you didn’t want to be friends.

So to say that the silence was awkward was the understatement of the century.

'Talk to him, okay?'

Your friend's words echo in your head but you decide to ignore it. Trying to tell yourself that the heavy air between you and Iwaizumi is just in your head.

You wanted to sit down and offer Hajime a seat but the words are stuck in your throat. Why? Most likely because of the awkward tension that’s happening. However, you try to push out the words.

“Do you want to--”

“About the--”

Both of you shut up after hearing the other person speak. Hajime gives you the chance to speak, but you decided to hear him first. After all, he did come for you. Didn’t he?

Motioning for him to speak first, he clears his throat. “About the confession that happened, I kind of noticed that you were... hesitant.”

Everything seemed to stop for you. He noticed that? It was back to the silence but it was more suffocating this time. For the both of you. While you were diving back into unwanted memories, Hajime was back to overthinking.

Was that a mistake to point out? Did he make you uncomfortable? Was that something you weren't ready to talk about? Oh god, he probably screwed up real bad.

You and Hajime continue to be surrounded by the tight silence. Anxiety eating away at you both for different reasons.

“Uh, (Y/n)?”

“Oh. Sorry, Hajime.”

You debate on telling him the truth or a half truth. But seeing him in front of you late in the evening, you think that he deserves to hear the reason why you rejected him.

Swallowing your pride and anxiety, you tell him why you rejected him in the first place.

“I’m afraid.”

“Afraid?”

“That when I get with you, it’ll end the same." Your voice starts to get shaky at this point. Memories and experiences playing through your mind that make you hold your arm as tight as you could just to ground yourself.

"That when I get with you, I’ll be the one chasing you. I’ll be the one begging for you to come back. I’ll blame you for making the first move in everything but in the end I’ll forgive you because that’s how stupid I am when it comes to all this love bullshit.

“I’ll have to see you move on faster than I ever could and I’ll be in my room closed off from the world because I’ve given everything I could ever give to you and I’ll start thinking that you used me and that you were bored and I was just someone you could pass the time with. That I'm someone you never really cared for or loved.”

The tears are slowly falling down your face as new tears form in your eyes. The hurt in them is as clear as day and your eyebrows scrunching in frustration of yourself. You’ve told yourself that you’ve moved on and that you’re doing better without them. That you're completely fine wanting something that you know you could never get.

So why does your chest constrict so much that you're gripping on your shirt like a lifeline?

Why do you feel hurt even when you've convinced yourself everyday that no one could ever love you?

Did you not convince yourself enough?

“I’m afraid you’re gonna leave like the rest, I’m afraid I’m gonna run out of things to say, I’m afraid I’m gonna love so hard I’ll have nothing left to give and when I have nothing left to give you'll see it pointless to be with me. I’m so afraid, Hajime.” Your tears are falling faster now. Your voice shakes even more as you repeat how afraid you are to love. You’re facing downward but your eyes are shut tight. Hoping that that’s enough to stop your mind from thinking of anything. “I’m afraid I’m not worthy to be loved.”

As Hajime listens, his heart breaks in big chunks. Breaking into even more pieces as it hits the ground. His brows are furrowed, his eyes stare holes into you, hoping that you’d look at him so you can see how he only wants to love you the way you deserve to be loved, to care for you the way you deserve to be cared for, and to help you the way you deserve to be helped.

He wants to hold you, comfort you, show you that you do deserve to be loved. He’ll remind you every chance he gets. Even if you don’t believe it at first, he’ll be patient with you.

He tries to take a quiet step forward but you hear the quiet shuffle that his movements make and you take a step back. That makes Hajime question his movements. Should he not go to you?

“Don’t.” You whisper so quietly with tears still falling and Hajime wants to wipe those tears away.

He decides to trust Oikawa for once and be selfish. He continues to walk towards you until he’s finally able to hug you. Holding your head against his shoulder and rubbing your back soothingly.

“I’m sorry for hugging you so suddenly,” he starts softly, “but I just couldn’t handle it anymore.” He hugs you tighter and he notices how you’re slowly relaxing into his hug. Whether you’re consciously or unconsciously doing it is beyond him. “You deserve to be loved. I’ll help you realize that. No matter how long it takes.”

You stay in his hug for a while but it doesn’t seem like Hajime minds. You try to take a peek at him but he’s already looking at you with so much worry but there’s also so much love that it makes you feel emotional again.

Your doubts start spilling out and before you can even stop yourself, you’re asking him in a hushed voice, thinking that the moment would disappear if you disrupt the silence that envelops you both. “But what if you leave? What if I run out of love to give? What if you decide I’m not worth your time?”

Hajime continues to look at your eyes, trying to look for answers in them.

How could you think that way when you have so much to give? How could you think that when you’re so selfless to the people you love? How could he ever leave you when you’re so imperfectly perfect in his eyes?

The silence that follows your questions only gives you room to stare at him back. As you stare, you start thinking that maybe, just maybe, you’ll give it one more shot.

“I will stay for as long as you have me.” Is what he replies with and that’s more than enough for you. “We’ll take it slow, I promise.” Hajime’s arm circles around your waist, pulling you close until there’s barely any space left. His head is leaning in, thinking that he would kiss you, you close your eyes. But instead, you only feel his forehead touching yours. “I’ll let you call on the shots, okay?”

You can feel him breathe and it calms you. His words overwhelm you enough to have tears in your eyes again. He’s going to let you decide. He’s putting you first. Your eyes squeeze shut even more, hoping to stop the tears from flowing but it’s all in vain.

Even if the tears flow, he’s there to wipe them away and it feels warm and it feels comforting. Like you could breathe. Like your anxieties are being wiped away with those tears.

With a shaky voice, you reply.

“Okay.”

This fic was longer than I expected. However! I like how it turned out! I hope you guys liked this too and I hope you all know that you’re worthy of love even if you don’t think so :))

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waka-chan-out · 3 years

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Mine - June 6

minors dni

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 2.3k

content warnings: fem!reader (they/them pronouns used), dom!kindaichi, implied past relationships with mattsun and makki, oral (f. receiving), exhibitionism, hair pulling, lots of dirty talk, praise, some teasing, lots of pet names, “good girl,” one (1) spank, masturbation, not really edging but brief orgasm control if you want to call it that(??), finger sucking, cream pie, technically cum play?

welcome to project gemini, where we’re celebrating the birthdays of our lovely haikyuu boys born between may 20th and june 21st. first up is kindaichi yūtarō, whose hair and demeanor have completely changed since high school. your former classmates have decided to share you for one night.

another shoutout to my darling @kitastowel for the banners because oh my god i love them

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Kindaichi asked, stroking his thumb over your cheek. You raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“I’m not gonna back out now.” You inhaled heavily as his fingers trailed down to your throat, lightly squeezing. There was an intense possessiveness in his eyes, one you would have never expected to see from him.

“Are you two sure?” he asked, lifting his gaze from you to the men lounging on chairs against the wall. Hanamaki shrugged and Matsukawa rolled his eyes. Their faces were settled in a neutral expression, almost bored. Like their former underclassman wasn’t about to have his way with their best friend.

It was honestly a joke at first. Makki had asked Kindaichi if he was still a virgin, and the poor boy had turned bright red, the same way he did back in high school. He wasn’t able to answer before Matsukawa cackled and offered you to him.

“They’re good in bed. You’d have a great time.” You smacked him, but the subtle, almost hungry expression on Kindaichi’s face made you want to take him up on the offer. You had the sneaking suspicion that he was a completely different person than he had been in high school.

“Just get on with it,” Matsukawa said. Kindaichi leaned closer to you, grip shifting to your jaw.

“Let me know if you need me to be gentler,” he said. Hanamaki and Matsukawa burst out laughing.

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll need to. Come on, Kindaichi, we’ve got shit to do.”

Kindaichi didn’t seem to even hear them, leaning in and pressing a firm kiss to your lips. You were surprised by the aggression. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, moving like he already knew everything you wanted and needed. Without thinking, your hands fisted in the front of his shirt and you pulled him down on top of you. He followed you easily, bracing one arm over your head and wrapping the other around your waist. He nipped at your lower lip and you gasped. He swallowed the breath and deepened the kiss. Heat rushed through your body and you wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting him as close as he could possibly get.

It was . . . good. So good. You could feel the kiss in every inch of your body, coursing through you like electricity. You couldn’t believe this was the man that had stumbled over his words every time you offered to toss for him during late night practices and barely looked at you when he took water bottles from you during games.

“Man, I’m glad I invited you in here, Kindaichi. Are you just gonna kiss them the whole time?”

You broke the kiss and glared at Matsukawa.

“Are you gonna shut up? You set this up.”

“Geez, you’re defensive. He’s that good, huh? Better than me?”

“Miles.” Matsukawa rolled his eyes. Kindaichi chuckled and leaned down, moving his lips to your neck. You gasped as he left open mouth kisses along your jawline and stopped right under your chin, sucking harshly. You tugged on his hair and he hummed, nipping lightly at your neck.

“Kindaichi, let’s go,” Makki snapped. Kindaichi lifted a middle finger at the men and tugged at your pants. You helped him work them and your underwear down and he readjusted, pushing your knees apart with firm hands.

“Kindaichi, you don’t—“

You lost your train of thought as he buried his face between your legs and closed his eyes. He pushed your leg up and wrapped his arm around it, lapping and sucking at your clit with the aggression of a man starved. Your back arched and you buried a hand in his hair. The feeling was overwhelming, coursing through your entire body in the same way his kisses did. You couldn’t sit still, legs shifting and head tipping back as he hummed in satisfaction.

“Fuck, Yūtarō,” you breathed, carding your fingers through his hair. You felt him smile against you and he glanced up, hungrily meeting your eyes. The sight made you smile, letting out a shaky breath as you tipped your head back and leaned into the feeling. You were already close. You could feel your heart racing and your breathing picking up.

There was laughter coming from the other side of the room. Matsukawa and Makki were talking quietly, only offering you two the occasional glance. You rolled your eyes. This was their idea, so what the hell was the deal.

Kindaichi’s tongue circled your clit and his arms gripped you tighter. His mouth somehow knew exactly where you needed him, chasing your release with every movement of his mouth. Something about the way he glanced up at you, the way he hummed in pleasure at seeing you falling apart on his tongue, the way his lips moved even more enthusiastically, it all combined to send you over, back arching and legs shaking as you exhaled a groan. You could feel Kindaichi smiling against you as he rode it out, not slowing until your hand was jerking at his hair. He sucked on your clit one last time before sitting up and leaning close to your face.

“If they aren’t going to pay attention, I’m just going to fuck you now.” You smiled and he pushed up your shirt, warm hands sending shivers down your spine. As you scrambled to get it the rest of the way off, he shrugged off his. He leaned back down the kiss you and you fumbled with his belt, eventually getting his pants undone and palming him through his briefs. He captured your lips in a heated kiss and ground down against your hand. You whimpered and grasped at his clothes, trying to pull them down. He huffed a laugh and stilled your hands with his own.

“Shh,” he muttered. “Good girls are patient, right? You want to show them you’re a good girl?” You swallowed and nodded. He smiled, tugging his waistband down. “Good. Now let me take care of you.” You wrapped your legs tight around him once more and tried to pull him close to you, but he grabbed one knee and pushed it back against the bed. He glanced between his legs and dragged his cock against you, making you whimper. A sadistic smile crept onto his face.

“Louder, sweetheart,” he said. You looked up at him in surprise before he sunk into you. Your head tipped back and you let out a breathy moan. His smile grew. “That’s my girl.” He gripped your hips and rolled his forward, drawing another noise from your throat. You could see him glance over at Makki and Matsukawa, who were still whispering.

“I thought you guys wanted to watch me fuck them?” Kindaichi said. Matsukawa laughed.

“Well, you aren’t making much of a scene, are you?”

Kindaichi huffed in annoyance and looked down at you, still slowly shifting his hips. The look in your eyes seemed to make him smile, so he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. He whispered in your ear, quiet enough that only you could hear.

“Flip over for me, love.” He withdrew from you quickly and you sighed at the loss. You readjusted quickly, settling face down on the bed. Kindaichi shifted behind you so he was facing your two former classmates and patted your ass, seemingly encouraging you to do the same. You moved and looked up at the men, who raised their eyebrows at the new position. Kindaichi’s grip was gentle, but the movements asserted a dominance you wouldn’t have ever expected from him—at least, not before you had kissed him for the first time.

The pads of Kindaichi’s fingers sunk deeper into your skin as he sheathed himself inside of you again. He groaned and you buried your face in the mattress, bracing yourself from the sensitivity. You were still coming down from your previous orgasm, body humming with heat. He was so deep inside of you, so close to where you needed him that you couldn’t resist tipping back onto him a bit. He hissed and landed a sharp slap on your ass.

“What did I say about being patient?” You huffed a breath and dug your hands into the sheets. “Tell me what I said.”

“Good girls are patient.” Your voice came out much weaker than you wanted it to.

“Are you a good girl?”

You nodded.

“Then act like one.”

You looked back at him and saw his eyes were deadly serious. He held you flush against his hips with a bruising grip.

“Do you want my cock or not?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Please,” you begged. Kindaichi tugged on your hair, pulling you back against his chest.

“Don’t ask the ground. Let them see,” he said, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up. Matsukawa and Makki seemed bored earlier, but the look in their eyes was nothing like that now. There was surprise, arousal, and a little bit of unease. They weren’t expecting this. None of you were.

“There you go.” Kindaichi’s mouth was right against your ear. You could feel every syllable to the tips of your toes. “Now ask nicely.”

“Please fuck me.” The words sounded pathetic coming from your lips. Your voice was strained and the very sound of it made the other two men sit up straighter. You felt Kindaichi smile.

“Good girl.”

He ground his cock into you, pressing against a spot inside you that made a sob leave your lips. It hurt, and felt so good, and you couldn’t believe that it was him, the little first year that Makki and Mattsun had teased for being shy.

“Look at them. See how hard they are?” You glanced down at their laps and, sure enough, Kindaichi was right. Each had a noticeable bulge in their pants and looked almost dizzy from the lack of stimulation. Kindaichi smiled against your ear. “You want them to stroke their cocks for you? Want them to get off watching you get fucked?”

You choked out a groan and nodded.

“Ask nicely,” he snapped. You swallowed and fixed your gaze on the other men.

“Please,” you said, voice unsteady. “Wanna watch you come.”

Matsukawa let out a shaky breath and Makki was undoing his pants before you finished your sentence. As quickly as you had spoken they had their hands wrapped around themselves, pumping at the same pace Kindaichi’s hips were snapping.

“There we go. Look at that. Three men getting off because of you. How’s it feel?”

Before you could respond, Kindaichi reached around you and began circling your still over-sensitive clit. You let out a strangled sound and your head tipped back against his. His breath came heavy and hot in your ear, harder now with the desperate sounds he was pulling from you.

“God, what a good girl. You’re gonna make me come. Do you wanna come with me?”

You nodded and Kindaichi immediately stopped moving, holding you close. You whined, but he shoved two fingers in your mouth and pressed down on your tongue.

“Use your words.”

You shook your head and closed your lips around his fingers. He shoved them deeper into your mouth, making your eyes water.

“Use. Your words.”

“Please. Please make me come.” The words were slurred and sloppy, almost embarrassingly so. Kindaichi laughed and slowly rolled his hips again, keeping his fingers hooked in your mouth.

“You asked so nicely,” he muttered. You could see him turn to the other men from the corner of your eye. “I want them to watch me come inside you. Do you want that?”

His thrusts found a new, steady pace, dragging all the breath from your lungs. You moaned around his fingers and attempted to nod.

“Yes,” you stammered, eyes closing as his other hand returned to your clit.

“Come here,” Kindaichi said. Your brows furrowed, but you heard shifting fabric and a handful of footsteps before Kindaichi’s fingers withdrew from your mouth. You opened your eyes to find Makki and Matsukawa standing over you, cocks in hand. They continued stroking themselves, looking tired and out of breath. Matsukawa reached out to run a hand through your hair, but Kindaichi smacked him away.

“No,” he said. “They’re mine. You can watch.”

“Are you serious?”

“Who’s the one with their hand around their dick and who’s fucking them?”

Matsukawa’s lips pinched together, but not before he let out a quiet groan.

“Fuck,” Kindaichi breathed, burying his face against your neck. “I’m gonna come. Ask me to come inside of you.”

“Please,” you whimpered. “Please come inside of me. I’ll be good.”

“You are good, aren’t you? My good girl. You’re gonna let them come on you too, right?”

You nodded furiously and bucked against Kindaichi’s hand. The hand on your clit was too much, but just enough at the same time. You were close, so close. You were sure when he came off push you right over, leave you shaking, make you—

“Oh, fuck,” Kindaichi groaned, arm wrapping tight around your chest as his hips stuttered and he spilled inside of you. He was hot and felt dizzyingly good, and it made you follow right after him, moaning in a way you didn’t realize you could. Your eyes squeezed shut and your hands flew to his arm, trying your best to steady yourself. Matsukawa came next, and Makki close behind, spilling over your face and chest, strained groans ringing in your ears.

When your body relaxed, Kindaichi’s grip softened and he withdrew from you, hissing a bit as he did. The only sound in the room was panting and you opened your eyes to see Kindaichi holding your shoulders, gazing carefully at your face.

“You okay?” he asked. He ran a thumb over your bottom lip, through the mess the other men had made, and slipped the finger between your lips. You wanna tongue over the digit as you nodded, gazing at him with watery eyes. He smiled and withdrew his hand, pressing a firm, affectionate kiss to your lips. When he broke the kiss he glanced up at Matsukawa and Makki, whose chests were still heaving. A grin spread across his face as he absentmindedly stroked a hand through your hair.

“Virgin, my ass.”

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