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emmyrosee · 2 years

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If your nails dragging along his lower stomach and the loving kisses to his temple weren’t going to wake him up, the surprise tackle from his 30 pound three year old straight to the chest would.

“Told you I’d sic her on you if you didn’t get moving,” he hears you chuckle mercilessly. He tries to wrangle the scrambling child on top of him, but his movements are far too clumsy from their interrupted sleep. “Breakfast is almost done. It’s your favorite, so you’d better be at the table in ten, boo-bear.” He hears your slippers shuffle as you leave the room, leaving just him and the little backstabber in his warm bed.

“I told you not to call me that!” He grumbles at your leaving form, knuckling his eyes and turning his attention up at the tiny traitor, who’s still bouncing excitedly on her knees. “Why do you let her be so mean to me?”

“‘Cause mommy makes better strawber’ milk,” she says confidently, and he can’t even try to fight the amusement that wants to splay on his face.

“Well,” he sighs. “Can’t argue with that.” She giggles and rests her forehead against his, blinking those doe eyes innocently at him, and he groans as he tries to bury his face away for just a little bit more rest.

Too early for her to be so damn cute.

“Five more minutes,” he grumbles into the pillow. His daughter pokes his cheek, making his eyes peel back open again, bleary with exhaustion but still able to make out the adorable determination on her face.

“Go away.“

“Mommy says we gots’ get up now,” she pouts, once again prodding his forehead, this time with a finger.

He smacks his lips and casually blinks his tired eyes, an arm darting out to pull and clutch the small child to his chest, fighting back the smirk as she kicks and laughs to try and get away from his playful hold.

“Mommy doesn’t tell me what to do,” he hums, nosing at her wispy hair while she finally stills and burrows closer to his chest for snuggles. “You listen to me. I’m the boss around here.”

“Okay dadda!”

He pauses once she goes quiet.

“Don’t tell her I said that.”

Osamu, Kuroo, KIYOOMI, SUNA, Hajime, BAKUGO, Shinsou

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kairiscorner · 6 months

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any haikyuu serious/stoic character with a gyaru gf that's outgoing but easily flustered and they just started dating 💗 pleeaasee!!!

omg. i am so tempted to make more of these, BC I CAN ALSO IMAGINE THIS FOR LIKE, SO MANY OTHER CHARACTERS I CAN'TTTTTTTTTT I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH, AND I HOPE YOU DO, TOO 💓💓💓

his girl. (part 3)

summary: looks can certainly be deceiving, but he's not with you for how you look—he's completely smitten for how adorable and lovable you are as a person, as his girl.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ hajime iwaizumi

he had never, never in the three years that he's been your schoolmate, seen you around campus with your pretty and bold clothes, with your striking hair and makeup—with that lovely voice of yours making him go crazy—never had he realized that, beneath your bold exterior, lay a sweet and shy girl that made him fall for you even harder. he had always struggled thinking of how to talk to you, how to approach you and ask you out on a date. when he finally mustered the courage to do so (after being threatened by oikawa that if he didn't make his move now, he'd get to you first) he realized that you were leagues shier than he could ever be; and that was so fucking cute to him.

now that you two are dating, iwaizumi makes it a point to call you beautiful everyday, not just because it's true and he wants you to feel that it is, but because he loves it when you get all bashful and embarrassed, when you hide behind your tiny hands in an attempt to cover your flustered face. when your make up is off and your hair is down, iwaizumi's heart skips a beat and his face gets all warm and fuzzy.

"oh, shit—i really lucked out in life; my girl's gorgeous." he blurted out subconsciously, his eyes glued on to you as he admired how you look without makeup, when you look the way you naturally do, and just... you being you. he loves every way you look and how you express yourself, and he's more than willing to shut someone who has nothing to say about you up; and for every bad thing you've heard in your life that's been thrown at you for how 'over the top' you look, he combats those words with sweet words that flow like honey of his own, and with gentle kisses to remind you how loved you are, how much he loves you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ wakatoshi ushijima

it was hard for ushijima to take his mind off of anything but volleyball, but to work hard to make it to nationals—it used to be pretty hard, but now that you're in his life, ushijima has learned to find some balance in his life. first impressions plagued you both when you two first met; you thought of him as this big, scary, intimidating fellow, and of course he was! standing at 189 centimers and with daring eyes like his, your shyness quintupled when you accidentally bumped into him on your first day. ushijima was also taken in by how you looked for a split second, he originally thought you were one of those popular girls who were spoiled, that you probably thought you were better than ushijima, which was why you never said anything to him when you two bumped into each other. he didn't expect you to apologize, so he let it go—until you parted your lips and let out a soft apology. ushijima would never forget the feeling that rumbled in his chest as this smaller girl, who he thought he would never come to like or have an opinion of, actually apologize to him.

and from then on, after he acknowledged your apology and gave an apology back, you two kept bumping into each other here and there; it was comical, really, tendou kept teasing you two for it, saying you were both star-colliding lovers, or whatever pun he made up for it that got annoying, yet sweet, real quick. when you two realized your feelings for each other, ushijima felt sort of protective over you after you both became official. he had a habit of playing with the ends of your hair involuntarily, just fidgeting with the ends of it, threading it in between his long, thick fingers. he loved it when your small hands would envelope around his fingers to hold his hand on the way home, and he made sure you would always get home safe.

because of tendou and the rest of the team, ushijima had finally learned how to say these words with a smidge of confidence and endless love behind them: "remember... i love you. a lot. stay... safe. and... you're beautiful. i love you." he said in his usual deep, rumbling voice and stoic expression; though you could tell ushijima had to muster all his confidence and put a lot of his heart into that. you got all flustered and smiled, thanking him in stammers and giggles, making the corners of his lips turn up into a slight smile. his gaze was soft and caring, and ushijima wanted nothing more than to have you in his arms before he'd make his way home. that now became his favorite routine, wrapping his big, muscular arms around you, and gently hugging you—holding you close and burying his nose in the crook of your neck as he ends the day with a hug from you, thinking of you subconsciously, wishing silently to himself that tomorrow would hurry up so he could hug you, hold you, and say he loves you again, and again, and again.

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tetsukuroos · 2 months

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k.t | Take A Chance

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Summary After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Tetsurou Kuroo x F! Reader (Izumi Nekomata)

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Genre

SMAU/Written Fic

Fluff

Small Angst

Ex VB Player! MC

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Warning

Swearing

Mentions of injury and sickness

Hateful comments

Reader has an established name

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Status

New and Ongoing!!

This is a new experience for me, but I'm so excited to share my first SMAU/Fic idea! Even if no one sees this, I'm looking forward to publishing it somewhere at least. I will try to update as regularly as I can.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Character Profiles

Nekomata Izumi Group

Kuroo Tetsurou Group

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Chapters

Part 1. Welcome to Nekoma High School

Part 1. (Bonus Chapter)

Part 2. Expert Stalkers

Part 3 The Elusive Past of Coach Nekomata

Part 4. Nekoma Camping Trip!

Part 5. Maybe He's Not Too Bad

Part 6. When the Past is Haunting

Part 7. Zumi? Zumi!

Part 8. Cat Fight!

Part 9. All About Respect

Part 10. I'll Show You

Part 11. Nekoma v Aoba Johsai

Part 12. Say Please

Part 13. 21 Questions

Part 14. Kuroo Malfunctioning

Part 15. Beyond The Net

Part 16. Rematch!

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t0jivs · 8 months

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his two friends were so fine! teaser 🩰🧸

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

you’re not oblivious to the staring, obviously. weird, you thought before ultimately shrugging & continuing to sip from your water while mattsun gets settled on the other side of you. it’s 30 minutes into the movie where you start to feel it. the heat pooling in your belly & the unmistakable desire, slick beginning to leak out of your core into your pink panties. you shift once to get comfortable again, shaking off the feeling. the two notice this obviously & smirk at each other before turning back to the movie. mattsun shifts next to you, his hand brushing your bare thigh. you squirm once again at the feeling, shivering. the ac should be on, right? since when did it get so hot in here?

he cranes his head over to yours, eyes narrowing. “you good?” his hand finally finds place on your thigh, squeezing it for extra measure. “m-mhm! just fine.” you grit out, you’re close to panting now. the space between your thighs feels hot & you’re aching everywhere. “sure about that? you don’t seem fine?” he presses once again, this time his thumb rubs gently against your skin & you find yourself fighting back a whimper at it. “all g-good.” you chuckle nervously. why did you feel like this? something felt off. iwa chuckles from the other side of you quietly, watching the whole exchange with a shit-eating grin he can barely contain.

“really? cause i don’t think you are, crybaby. i think,” issei leans in closer, you can feel his breath against your face. “i think, you’re getting a little worked up.” he snickers. unbeknownst to you, iwa starts to shift too. his hand finding your other thigh & you don’t think this is good. what’s happening, you think. why do you feel so hot? “‘m not getting w-worked up, promise. just a little hot!” iwa’s ears seem to pick up on this, his hand suddenly flinging the blanket off of you. your eyes snap to his, feigning concern within his orbs. “you sure about that, pretty?” issei mutters, eyes narrowing at the sight of you clenching your thighs at the feel of the cold air.

“you look like you could just snap.” he whispers into your ear & that’s when you lose it. you push his hand off of your thigh, both of their hands & get up to go to your room but not before iwa catches your wrist in his. “not so fast. where do you think you’re going, huh?” he says. “i don’t f-feel so good afterall, was gonna go to my room.” you mutter, breath heavy. issei tilts his head to the side. “you poor thing. you need help, don’t you?” he pouts mockingly. “don’t leave, crybaby. we’ll help make you feel better!” he grabs your other wrist & tugs you back onto the couch. “you’ll be good, right? a good girl?” he mutters. you shake your head, trying to push him off to no avail. “n-no! i need to go to my r-room!”

iwa shakes his head, “you silly girl. you don’t need to go to your room. you need to be filled up.” you shake your head vigorously, “w-what! no! no!” issei hushes you, hand coming to squish your cheeks together. “good girls don’t disobey, kay? iwa’s right. you do need to be filled up.” he giggles. his free hand ventures down to your crotch, still aching & dripping. fingers barely ghosting over your panties as he chuckles. “see? you wouldn’t be wet if you didn’t want this, pretty. you’re fucking soaked. & we barely started touching you.” iwa scoffs, “is that really how needy you are, huh? getting wet from your boyfriend’s bestfriends?”

#.sneak peaks from kimi’s !! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#.kimi’s wips !! ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #hq #hq smut #haikyuu iwaizumi hajime #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime x f!reader #haikyuu matsukawa issei #hq matsukawa #matsukawa issei x f!reader #seijoh #aoba johsai

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folklorebae · 2 years

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𝐔𝐬, 𝐎𝐮𝐫𝐬

Cast(s)/Genre: Mom!Reader & Dad!Iwaizumi Hajime/Fluff

Wc: 0.3k

Warning(s): A Karen(?), reader is referred as a wife, breastfeeding

Everybody knows, a baby could be handful when they feel uncomfortable. Especially on a plane, with eleven hours of flight. Luckily, for you and your husband, your six months old baby was sleeping during the take off. But still, Iwaizumi could feel a stare from the middle-aged woman who's sitting next to him. The type of look that's judging, because she knows the baby will cry, soon or later.

Iwaizumi doesn't care of course, he continues to play with her daughter, ignoring the woman's whole existence. But if she has the audacity to say something hurtful to you or his baby, he will not hesitate to argue with her or maybe call the flight attendant.

Iwaizumi smiles at her daughter when she makes a sound. "That's my girl!"

"Oh," Iwaizumi follows his daughter's gaze, looking at you who's still asleep. "Mommy is sleeping, but daddy's here."

Your daughter frowns, little hands are trying to reach you. "Are you hungry baby?"

Just like she understands her dad's question, she answers it by whimpering and squirming in his arms. Your eyes snap open when you hear the familiar noises your daughter always makes whenever she's hungry.

"Oh God. I'm sorry, I was sleeping." You say as you try to pull down your blouse.

"Excuse me, what are you doing?" Ask the woman when you start to breastfeed your baby.

"Jesus." Iwaizumi murmurs to himself before he turns to look at the woman. "Mam, if you try to stop my wife from feeding our child, I will call the flight attendant and they will kick you out from this plane. So you better shut your mouth and mind your own business."

"Well– well, I just think it's inappropriate to breastfeed in public. You two really have no shame." The woman mutters before walking away to the bathroom.

You look down, hiding the laugh you've been holding. "She looks so scared. If a look could kill, she will definitely die on the spot."

"Shut up." He chuckles. "No one could ever mess with you and our baby."

You pop your head up, pouting. Heart swelling and falling a little more again for your husband. He nudges his nose with yours before giving a quick kiss on your lips. "I love you."

"And our baby?"

He flicks your forehead, earning a small protest from you. "I love you and our baby."

#yes I know Iwa could afford business class tickets but I need to add some spices #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq drabbles #hq fluff #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x female reader #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi fluff

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hanaonesflower · 2 years

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･☆*:ﾟ･☆ | 18+ |

Your tongue swirls fervently at the tip of his leaky, hardened cock that can’t seem to get enough of your throat. The grip you have on his hips do little to nothing to keep him from jolting up and fucking his length into your mouth. Then he whimpers and claws at your hair like a puppy, your eyes are mischievous. He is beyond saving, but that is how you like them, horny, helpless and desparate.

“Mhm~ god, like that.” You bob your head on his length, the eye contact is driving him crazy and he can’t help it anymore. He thrusts his hips inside your throat and you begin to gag.

“Sorry, sweetheart, sorry.” His apology doesn’t mean shit. Because he is still jerking his cock inside your mouth like a needy man with no sign of stopping. Drool pools at the apex of his girth and drips down his balls and eventually wets the bed. His eyes are ones with regret but his primal desires take control.

You are no better. When did it become to pleasurable to see the man at your mercy. A moaning fucking mess. Seeing him whimpering away as your lips encased around his dick makes your cunt drip. One hand reaches down to circle your clit and you groan as the stimulation intensifies. It’s not often that you take over the role of the dominant partner but when you do, you can’t get enough. He just does such a splendid job of submitting to you.

“Baby, let me.” He finally speaks, tugs at your shoulders and motions for you to detach. In one swift movement he has you pinned beneath him, the room feels like a live furnace. It doesn’t take long for him to find his place in between your thighs, his breath fans your clit and you moan. He is insufferable when he is between your legs, tongue laps away at any juices leaking out of you, his hands shamelessly crawl across your skin, now damp with sweat and desire.

“God, don’t – don’t you dare stop,” you groan and squeeze your hand around his forearms. He looks up at you, the way you lock eyes is making his cock twitch.

“Never in a million years, baby, give it to me, all you’ve got,” he kisses your thighs, he sucks and nips at your sensitive heat and sucks and nips some more until he is satisfied. When you’re spilled all over him and his lips attach themselves on yours once again.

SAWAMURA DAICHI, BOKUTO KOUTARO, MIYA OSAMU, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, NANAMI KENTO, HIGURUMA HIROMI, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, KAMO CHOSO, KAMO NORITOSHI

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fushiguroll · 2 years

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“I’D GET BACK WITH MY EX” PRANK ON HIM

⇢ iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsuro, sugawara koshi

ʚɞ iwaizumi hajime

it was oikawa toru’s idea to prank his best friend and who better to prank iwaizumi hajime than you?

after his incessant begging, you finally give into Oikawa’s request

you get ready for the prank as oikawa is hiding somewhere nearby with his camera

“hey Hajime...” you whispered, trailing off, earning a weird glance from your boyfriend.

“why are we whispering?” he responded, moving a little closer to you, “we’re at the gym right now, a public space, you don’t have to whisper.”

you smiled nervously and he put a hand on your forehead. you feel the callous on his palm as he compared your temperature to his. “good, you’re not running a fever. why are you acting so weird today?”

You had hope to find a smooth transition into your question without giving it away that its a prank but it failed when you blurted out, “babe, ask me what I'd do if we broke up.”

“if you say you’d get with oikawa toru, I'd punch him so hard.”

you punched him lightly on the arm, “ew! why would you ever say that! hurry, ask me the question.” (ngl, oikawa was lowkey hurt when he heard your response).

he looked at you in silence before finally asking you the question.

“what would you do if we broke up.”

“I'd get back together with my ex.”

Iwaizumi Hajime said nothing except look at you as his ears got redder, a telltale sign of extreme annoyance.

“I'm gonna go cool off,” he took off without waiting for your reply.

“YOU WOULD BE MY EX, HAJIME!”

He finally turned around just in time to see Oikawa stumbled out from behind one of the chairs, laughing hysterically, yelling a string off, “YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN YOUR FACE IWA-CHAN!”

Iwaizumi ignored the pretty captain and walked over to you, “you mean it? if we ever break up you’d just date me again?”

“yes, but I don’t plan on breaking up with you. ever.”

“me too.”

He gave you a hug before turning to Oikawa’s direction.

“where are you going, babe?”

“I'm gonna punch that him so hard today, he’ll be seeing those aliens he love so much.”

ʚɞ kuroo tetsuro

You were both studying for an upcoming science test

being the smarty pants that he is, Kuroo easily grasped all the concept, leaving you to struggle in the dust

You could not for the life of you memorize the periodic table, causing your boyfriend to tease you

You decided to prank him as revenge

“Just remember the song I taught you, I don’t know why you won’t use that as a study aid,” Kuroo smirked.

“you literally changed the lyrics of WAP to include the elements, I don’t want to sing that”.

“Now from the top, make it drop, add an H and thats some hydrogen. Take a bucket and a mop...” He sang out loud, hyena laughter echoing in the study hall.

You shake your head annoyed, wanting to take a little break and get revenge for him teasing you all afternoon, you asked,

“Hey Tetsu, ask me what I’d do if we broke up”.

His laughter died and he faced you with fear in his eyes, you almost laughed at his reaction.

“Is it because I’m singing this song? I’ll stop, don’t break up with me”.

“I’m not breaking up with you, it’s just a hypothetical question.”

Kuroo looked confused, “okay...what would you do if we broke up?”

“I’d get back with my ex,” you said with no hesitation.

You guys looked at each other, your eyes twinkling with laughter, his shocked with hurt.

“wow...you said that with no hesitation. have you thought about this question a lot? How can you say something like that?!”

You continued laughing, “for someone who’s so smart, you sure are dumb”.

“what does that even mean! why are you hurting me like this?” He whined, before realization hit him.

“Oh, wait, I would be your ex”.

You smiled at him and he smiled back, before breaking out into his rendition of WAP again, earning him a smack on the head from you.

ʚɞ sugawara koshi

baby would be so hurt, especially if you pull this prank out of the blue

you’re both seated on the sofa, your legs on top of his

He’s playing a new game not paying any attention to you at all

You remembered this tiktok video you saw a while ago and an idea formed in your head

“Koshi! talk to me,” you poked the pretty setter on the cheek. He playfully swatted your hand away, “hold on, I’m almost done with this level.”

You huffed in annoyance, Suga immediately looked at you, eyes softening.

“I’m sorry, does my princess need some attention?”

You nodded.

“Okay baby, let’s chat” He sat up taller, keeping his hands on your thigh, turning his entire attention to you.

“Ask me what I’d do if we broke up.”

Suga furrowed his brows, “why would I ask you that?”

“Just do it.”

“No, I don’t want to. I don’t ever want to break up with you.”

“Babe, it’s a hypothetical question. Just do it.”

“Fine, what would you do if we broke up, which would never happen.”

You paused for a second and pretended to be thinking, “I’d get back together with my ex.”

Suga.exe stopped working. He sat there, red in the face, whining, “why would you say that! how you could say that to me!”

You started laughing at his reaction, which got him more worked up.

“calm down! use your brain.”

Apparently his brain stopped working because now he’s just nuzzling you in the crook of your neck, whining.

“Ko, if we broke up, who would be my ex?”

A moment of silence, as he looked up at you, understanding registering in his eyes.

“Oh. You cheeky little....” He never finished his sentence as he started tickling you before pulling you into a tight embrace, “I’ll never give you the chance to get back with your ex.”

The two of you spent the entire afternoon cuddling, his arms locked around your waist, never letting go.

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natashawritesstuff · 2 years

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Hii :)) can i request oikawa having his bday and he's only paying attention to his ex who visited and reader feels left out so she decides to walk out but he don't notice until friend tells him abt it??

If there was one thing you learned in your years of being with Oikawa Tooru, anything involving the Great King requires a grand celebration.

You met him when you were a sophomore in college. You were studying abroad in Argentina and your roommate, who’s lived there her whole life dragged you to a volleyball game and that’s where you saw him; and somehow, he saw you too. And as they say and all famous love stories: the rest is history.

You dated for four years and even moved in together, before you graduated college and went back to Japan, doing a year and a half long-distance. Oikawa had never hated being apart from someone so much and knew this meant you were special and proposed.

Now, both twenty-six and together again. You’re laying on the couch in your shared home on the coast when he asks you, “do you want to come back to Japan with me?”

“What?”

He was standing over by the balcony but now drops down next to you on the couch saying, “I mean the Olympics are coming up and I was going to leave a few weeks early to catch up with everyone and I think you should meet my friends. Plus, my birthday is in the middle of the games so maybe we could all do something?”

“Uh... I don’t know. I feel like I’d be kinda out of place with all of your friends and none of mine.”

“It’s always gonna be like that if you never meet them. But hey, you can even bring Eliana, you’re old roommate, I’ll pay.”

“That’s a lot to do and I still-”

“Please,” he begs, making his eyes as big as possible, “I wanna show off my fiance to everyone. And I don’t want you to miss my twenty-seventh birthday, I won’t have fun unless you’re there.”

“I-”

“Please.”

“Fine-”

“Yay!” he cheered and began peppering kisses all over your face.

So that was how you ended up back in Japan, surrounded by muscular men, with your college best friend Eliana as she tried to not drool.

“Close your mouth,” you suggest.

“Shittykawa’s gonna be here in fifteen, hurry up with the decorations!” Iwaizumi screams.

“Who is that?” Eliana gawked.

“Iwaizumi Hajime, he’s an athletic trainer-”

“And hot-”

“And off-limits,” you warn.

“But-”

“Down girl.”

“Oi, Y/N!” Iwaizumi calls, “over here.”

“I hate you so much,” Eliana whispers and you roll your eyes before walking over to him.

“Hey.”

“Wow,” he whispers.”

“What?”

“Nothing, nice to finally meet you in person.”

“You too, he talks a lot about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“I…no,” you wince.

“Figured, anyway, you’re gonna go pick him up right?”

“Yeah, I was just about to leave.”

“Great, just to warn you though, this parties gonna be pretty big, and he was pretty popular in school so-”

“Oh, I know all about his fangirls. I’ll be fine.”

“No, um- his ex is coming.”

“The ex?”

“Yeah.”

You know her name is Fumi. That they dated his third year in high school, that the only time cried over something besides volleyball was when they broke up. That she’s apparently just as beautiful as ever according to Matuskawa and according to Hanamaki, she’s still single.

“Oh,” you say, almost cheerfully. “Great!”

You pick Oikawa up, almost crashing the car several times due to how much your hands were shaking. Somehow you manage to get both of you there alive and he quickly gets out of the car to open the door for you on your side, He grabs your hand, pulls you out of the car, and interlocks your fingers.

“I got you,” he promises with a small smile and your heart warms believing him.

“Okay.”

You walk into the restaurant together, and loudly everyone yells, “surprise!”

His smile widens and lets out a pure laugh and turns back to you, “you planned this.”

“Hey, we all did!” Matsukawa argues but Iwaizumi nudges him. “But she did most of it.”

“One hell of a fiance you got there,” Iwaizumi says,

“Don’t I?” he agrees, planting a kiss on your cheek.

The party goes off without a hitch and with a few drinks in, most of the old Aoba Johsai team is sitting around a table with you comfortably placed on Oikawa’s lap.

“So how’d you two meet?” Kindaichi asks and Oikawa smiles.

He looks up at you making eye contact as he answers, “it was the first game of my second season out in Argentina, and I had already known Eliana because her school was nearby where we trained so we were pretty good friends. So I invite her to the game and she comes with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen-”

“Oh really, I don’t remember that.”

Oikawa turns away from you to look at the end of the table where the voice was coming from, “Fumi, hi,” Oikawa greets her.

“Aww, I wanted a little more than that from the birthday boy,” she pouts.

He sighs, tapping your thigh, a signal for you to get up and you do. Oikawa stands up and walks over to give her a hug and you could have sworn she inhaled to smell him.

“It’s been too long, buy me a drink?” she asks but before he could answer, she’s already dragging her over to the bar.

You figure he would talk to her for around five minutes, but five turns into ten then fifteen, and eventually forty-five minutes.

“You okay?” Iwaizumi asks and you nod.

You look over to the pair, both laughing loudly; he was having fun and you weren’t.

“Um…I think I’m gonna go,” you announce.

“What? Why?” Hanamaki asks.

“Why do you think?” Iwaizumi wonders, nodding over to the exes, and then Hanamaki understands.

“Shit,” he mutters, “it was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“Do you need me to take you somewhere?” Iwaizumi offers and you shake your head.

“I got her,” Eliana assures him, getting up with you and you both take your leave.

Fumi happily watches you go, a small smile appearing on her lips when you do.

“I’m gonna go freshen up,” she says, excusing herself and he nods eagerly.

The moment she’s out of sight, he slumps over the counter in exhaustion before getting up and going back to his table.

“How did I ever date her? She’s so annoying,” he says and the boys laugh.

“Guess you’re glad you found Y/N, huh,” Atari asks.

“Am I ever. Where is she, by the way? I can barely take all this without her.”

“She left dumbass,” Iwaizumi tells him.

“What?”

“Yeah, I guess she doesn’t enjoy seeing you flirt with your ex for an hour.”

“I wasn’t flirting I was-” “Yes, he was,” Fumi says, returning from the restroom and sitting down on his knee. By instinct, he pushes her off and she dramatically falls.

“What the hell!”

“Don’t do that.”

“You let that bi-”

“My fiance can do whatever she wants, and I’m going to go find her.”

You and Oikawa didn’t know each other when you both lived in Japan. But he listens to you well enough to know where you’d go when you’re back home.

“Hey,” he says softly, finding you on a park bench by the lake.

“Hi,” you whisper.

He sits down next to you, clearly hiding something behind his back but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“I-”

“That was so embarrassing.”

“I know-”

“No you don’t, you didn’t have you watch your fiance forget you about while talking to his ex for an hour. You didn’t have to leave in the middle of a party you threw like a rejected teenage fangirl, you didn’t have to feel like a fucking third wheel in your own relationship. You don’t know, so don’t pretend as you do.”

He pauses for a long time before responding, “I am so sorry and I am a piece of shit for making you feel like I abandoned you. But… if it makes you feel better, I hated the party as much as you.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t joking when I said I don’t have fun unless you’re there.”

“You were laughing.”

“I was fake-laughing. I swear I was miserable every second you weren’t by my side,” he confesses and you hate to admit it but you smiled.

“Good,” you huffed.

“But hey, it’s still my birthday,” he points out and you turn over to him he pulled a cupcake with a singular candle out from behind his back.

You roll your eyes, asking, “lighter?”

He takes on out of his pocket gives it to you and you light the candle. He blows it out quickly then looks up at you.

“What’d you wish for?”

“I can’t tell you that, it won’t come true,” he teases and you laugh as he wraps his arm around you.

“Whatever.”

“Hey, I really love you,” he tells you.

“Shut up.”

“Don’t be mean! I mean it.”

“Then I love you too,” you say smiling, leaning further into him. “Happy birthday, love.”

Oikawa’s never going to directly tell you his wish. But the long answer, is he wished for more nights like these. Just the two of you and the stars, He wished to see you in his jersey more. He wished to hear you scream out his name at games. He wished for you to snuggle into his chest on early mornings asking for five more minutes. He wished for late nights where he takes off your makeup gently because you’re too tired to do it yourself. He wished for a lot of things. Too many things to remember, but what he will never forget is that one year, he wished to find someone like you. And only because he never said his wish aloud, did it come true.

this was my first request!! ahh hope you liked it <3

(hope this makes up for happy birthday)

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stuff-and-fluffs · 2 years

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another old-post repost day because my thumb hurts and i can’t really type that fast without my precious thumb :(

requests open! feel free to drop any thoughts <3

“kiss me if i’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right?”

tsukishima, oikawa (but aliens), kuroo, iwaizumi (but godzilla), bokuto, asahi (after noya and suga convinced him to), goshiki (he feels very proud of this, please let him have this satisfaction)

repost from my old blog! please do not plagiarize!

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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okay first request to Emmy, kinda nervous:

I’m 22, she/her, painfully straight and I’ve been in 2 major relationships throughout my entire life. The last one left me in pretty bad ruins + any talking stage after that with other people brought me deeper in despair. As I’m healing and learning and overall recovering from the burden of failed relationships, I notice that I now have a hard time accepting and giving into genuine/non-sexual physical touches. How do you think Ushijima and/or Iwaizumi would react to this….?

P/s: I love ur content so so SO MUCH!!! 🫶🏼🤧💞

Okay. First of all. FirST OF ALL- I love you ❤️

Secondly, there’s absolutely NOTHING wrong with anything you just said, and if any one wants to make you feel as such, they’re losers who eat their boogers okay? Like. No. Ew. Your pace is valid, and I’ll scream it from the rooftops.

Thirdly!!! I’m glad you love my content, and thank you endlessly for supporting it 🥺❤️

Ushijima is a gentleman, through and through. For as oblivious to anyone having feelings for him that he is, there’s a tenderness with anyone he cares heavily for, be it a friend, or a significant other.

All his touches are genuine. He starts slow, he doesn’t want you to feel worried for his true feelings being anything less than love, and it starts extremely gentle; subtly reaching for your fingers to hold, a good morning text each and every morning, walking you to your door step and letting you decide if you want to kiss him.

And of course it comes up now and again, everyone had insecurities and fears, and when you express these to him- be it he’s moving far too fast or a little too slow- he adjusts them. He just nods and says “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. You hold the reigns here. And I’m sorry if I made you feel otherwise.”

Iwaizumi isn’t much different; he’s just easier to gauge how you feel easier, and there’s a lax, confident feeling just by being around him.

He’s always touching you. Some how. Some way. His fingers are laced with yours, or his arm tossed around your shoulders, or he’s holding your purse, or when you’re cuddling, his nose nudges against your cheek when he’s too shy to tell you he loves you. He just loves to be near you and give you all of his affection.

He’s playful, and roughhousing is just as such and he keeps it as such. He knows your boundaries, he keeps his paws from your zones until you’re ready- but he will still absolutely pounce on you to beat you up with a pillow I mean come on, it’s Hajime here-

He’s just. He’s so good. He never expects anything from you, be it sexual or otherwise. He pays for dates, he opens doors and pulls out chairs for you, he texts you every morning to see how you slept, and he loves your soul with every bit of his beating heart.

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sir-kuroo · 1 year

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𖦹 themes: x f!reader, public, mutual masturbation, heavy petting

You should've just dined at home.

It all started with him staring intently at your lips and speaking so intimately close to your face. Now, he’s dragging his lips against the skin of your neck, reaching your earlobe and giving it gentle bite.

“Not here.” You squeezed his thigh under the table as warning, but he took your hand away and led it on the bulge on his pants. You gasped to feel him so hard for you. He pressed your hand even further and used it to stroke his cock over his pants, feeling him throb and get bigger against the touch of your hand.

“Can you feel how hard you make me?”

You let out a strained whimper and gulped dryly.

“There are people,” you said almost breathlessly.

“Then stop your little hand from massaging my cock and push me away. Unless…” He skimmed his palm against your thigh, hiking the skirt of your dress up and finding its way on your panties right at your pussy. You’re so fucking wet. He smirked. “You want it too.”

“Someone might see us.” You heaved.

“Not when you keep it down.” His index and middle fingers circled your clit over your panties, which made you grip on his cock so tight. He groaned against your neck as you tried your best to keep your moan from escaping.

You quietly whined his name when his fingers pressed harder. Your one hand stifled your noises while the other was caressing his cock. His heat seeping through the fabric of his slacks.

You squirmed in your seat as he rubbed the lips of your pussy, teasing your slit and ultimately drenching your panties and the inside of your thighs. Fuck! You’re so ready and horny for him that he felt like bursting anytime soon with just your light caresses over his cock.

Through gritted teeth, he hissed against your ear commanding and begging you at the same time, “Restroom.”

—♡ kuroo, osamu, tsukishima, suna, hirugami, iwaizumi, ushijima

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tetsukuroos · 2 months

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k.t | Take A Chance

Part 6. When the Past is Haunting

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Take A Chance Synopsis

After a year in hiding, Izumi Nekomata is tasked with coaching the Nekoma High men's volleyball team after her father falls ill. Izumi reluctantly agrees despite her past with the sport and swallows her pride to fulfill her father's wishes.

Meeting the rowdy team and their charismatic captain, she is taught to love what she once lost and let go of what had been holding her back.

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pairing

Kuroo Tetsurou x F! Reader

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I've been swamping myself with uni work and work work to keep myself afloat LOL

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chimielie · 1 year

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girlfriend

summary: Iwaizumi x F!Reader. you might be his girlfriend—but she's his girl.

word count: 2.4k

cw: hurt/comfort. a lot of reader insecurity. fear/mention of emotional cheating but there is none

a/n: this actually fills @akimind's request for my 500 follower event one million years ago but the formatting is tooo hard so. here it is!!! iwaizumi + angst + college au + "that's not what i said." LOVE YOU SORRY HOPE IT HURTS AND IS ALSO ENJOYABLE. <<<<3333333

You didn't mean to fall in love with your boyfriend.

You hadn't gone into this expecting Hajime to become your boyfriend at all, actually. You liked him. Liked how easy it was to be with him. How warm he was when you let your touch linger on him and pretended it was more than a flirty friendship. You hadn't ever predicted it would become so, because Hajime was hung up on his ex-girlfriend.

They'd traveled over oceans to be together, coming to Irvine from the same prefecture in Japan. They had still been together when you met him, her head tucked beneath his chin, his arms wrapped around her waist. Your first thought was "oh, he's beautiful." Your second thought was "they look like they're made for each other." You shoved the first thought deep inside a secret crevice of your brain and stuck out your hand to introduce yourself with a bright smile.

The strain of new adulthood got to them, though, or so you assumed: you were never privy to the gory details of the breakup. They remained friendly, in the same friend group, and it just always seemed obvious to you that they would someday reconcile. It wasn't until two years after their break that you were able to start showing regular, platonic affection to Hajime without feeling like an attempted homewrecker.

It was just before graduation, having dragged him away for a late-night bite to eat so neither of you would starve to death studying for finals, when everything flipped on its head. Your plan to energize the both of you had backfired; you were yawning every other sentence and came close to laying your head on the table before Hajime put his palm down in front of your face.

"Come sit next to me," he'd said, so you maneuvered around into his side of the booth and been promptly pulled into his side. You had looked up at him, murmuring a sleepy question that was more wordless noise than actual English, and that was it. Something you didn't understand softened his gaze, and then he tilted his head to the side and brushed his lips over yours.

It was a perfect first kiss.

In the weeks following it, you had bounced violently between insisting to yourself that he hadn't meant for you to read too far into the kiss and your natural instinct to go after what your heart wanted. And the more he proved that it wasn't a one-off anomaly, that he could kiss you right out of drought into a superbloom, the more you were convinced. Iwaizumi Hajime wouldn't knowingly break your heart.

When Hajime asked you to be official, wildflower bouquet in hand, the lights of the now-empty graduation pavilion shining down on the both of you, you said yes, your whole heart and none of your brain in the matter.

As you entered your apartment hand-in-hand with him, greeting all the friends who had gathered there to celebrate the end of undergraduate school, you remembered that the key modifier in "Iwaizumi Hajime wouldn't knowingly break your heart" was knowingly. He seemed happy enough announcing the development to everyone else, and then she had walked in, carrying a bottle of wine that almost slipped from her grasp when she saw your proximity. He had dropped your hand—just for a second, but it had happened, and then picked it back up like his sentence hadn't died in his mouth at the sight of her.

He'd always gotten a little defensive when people mentioned their relationship, his features shutting down into a blank, tight expression. Though they obviously weren't as close as they had been for most of their lives, they were still both part of your friend group, and he always seemed to laugh just a little harder at her jokes, kept eye contact a little longer, got embarrassed more easily around her. You didn't want to be jealous or insecure or possessive, but it just felt more increasingly obvious that you were a rebound, a cheap, temporary dupe meant to fill in until Hajime realized and returned to the love of his life.

It was hard to be angry at him, though, because you knew with every fiber of your bleeding heart that he wouldn't do this to you on purpose. You knew he thought he cared for you, that he thought he had moved on. He did a good job almost every day coming very close to persuading you of it, enough to keep you from breaking up with him and leaving him behind, but never quite erasing your insecurities for more than a few weeks at a time.

One of the first mornings you woke up in his bed, well rested and sore in all the right places, he was missing. You got up, mourning the softness of his sheets and the scent of him on the pillowcases, and slipped into one of his shirts before leaving his room to explore.

He was cooking, shirtless in the kitchen, and if that wasn't one of the yummiest things you had seen in your life.

"Good morning," you said, leaning against his counter.

"Very," he returned, flipping an egg in the pan. "Looking like that. I think—I mean, it seems like that shirt always gets chosen to be the boyfriend shirt." He had narrowly avoided saying her name, but you had heard it threatening to tumble out of his mouth. You bit back a response, but your smile still dropped, and he spent the next hour making allusive, sorry overtures without either of you actually acknowledging the slip.

You never wore that shirt again. He gave you another one, you accepted it, and life moved on.

Except you had somehow become mired in the past with a relationship that was long over, and without university or a job to distract you—you were starting at the end of September, which felt aeons away—it was eating you alive, especially as Hajime left for a preliminary return trip to Japan.

"Did you hear how Mattsun and Makki greeted him when he landed?" You sit in the car on the way to the airport, packed in with Hajime's ex, successfully hyping yourself up to see him again until she addressed the group.

"Oh, yeah," you laugh. "So funny." You haven't had a conversation with Hajime that had more depth than "how are u? miss u" for the trip's duration. She's your friend, too, though you've never been close, but there's something unbearable about admitting it to her now, when you're so unsure of your relationship's current status. It has to mean something that he was keeping her updated and active in his life, didn't it?

You find solace in knowing that you don't blame her at all. If you could find an ounce of resentment for her in your heart, you would probably have left Hajime by now—isn't that the mark of a truly evil plot-pushing girlfriend?

You cry when you see him again.

"Happy tears," you assure him, and hide your face in his shoulder.

Later, alone in his apartment, you bite your lip when Hajime asks if you want to sleep over.

"Okay, babe, I don't want to pressure you," he says, and you can feel yourself tensing up as he speaks. "But I feel like you've been—off all day. Is everything okay?"

You blanch and focus on the cowlick on the right side of his head, the one that's endeared him so much to you, so you don't have to look him in the eyes. Too much is bubbling up in your throat, your brain thrown into overdrive, and he's staring at you with so much worry in his eyes it's just not right to leave him hanging:

"No."

Hajime makes a noise you don't understand, low in his throat. "Is it because I didn't call enough while I was gone? Because I can explain that, I promise."

"No," you rush to explain. "I don't—it wasn't you, exactly. I've just—ever since we started dating—I think you still love her."

You're picking at your nails, a bad habit you've had since you were small, and he takes your hands in his, smooths his thumbs over the torn cuticles.

"I don't," he says, finally, neutrally, though his face hasn't formed into the cold mask you're used to seeing when she's brought up. "Ever since we started dating?"

"Before," you admit. "I always thought you would get back together. You just seemed so made for each other."

"But we weren't," a little pucker between his eyebrows forms. "So—what did you think when we started dating?"

"When you first kissed me," you say, "I thought maybe it was a one-off. That you wanted something casual. And then it got more serious, and I thought maybe I could just suppress my insecurities until they went away, and I mean, I really thought you liked me."

"I do," his voice grows more agitated, his lips thinning out.

"Yeah, but..." You trail off. "You would do things that made me think, oh, he's just the perfect guy, they just looked so amazing because I was jealous, and then every so often I'd see you interact with her and it wasn't like how we are at all. I know the insecurity is my own fault, that's not on you, but I feel like it's holding both of us back."

"What do you mean holding us back? You don't think you make me happy?" He snaps, and you wince.

"Not like you are with her! Every time she comes in the room you get this look on your face, like you're speechless. Like-like the songs, Haji, I just..."

He lets go of your hands, crosses his arms.

"Do you really think I'd do that to you?"

"No, Haji, I know you'd never cheat. That's why I fell in love with you! You're a good guy, but I don't want you to wake up one day and break both our hearts because she's meant to be your girl and I'm just your fucking girlfriend." Your eyes sting, your chest heaving by the end of the sentence.

"You love me?" He's quieter now, giving you a little more space to breathe.

"What? That's not what I said."

"Yes, it is," he says, a little smile growing at the corners of his mouth, as though he can't control it. "You love me."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand why you're focusing on that," you wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand. "It's true, I just don't get it."

"Because you make me happier than she ever did," he promises, crowding you up against the counter and motioning for you to jump up to sit on top of it after you can go no further. "I'm weird when she's around because she's my ex, sure, but not because I still want her. It... ended badly. It's a miracle we didn't pull the entire friend group into it, and I never wanted to make her look bad to them, so I'm always trying really hard to look, uh, normal around her. We're on better terms now, but I haven't wanted her in years, honey."

"She knew about what you were doing when I didn't," you mumble, feeling small in the stormy release of emotions. "And she knows so much about you I don't in general."

"We grew up together," Hajime reminds you. "It would have been one of the guys. I know I didn't tell her anything. You can check my call history, my texts."

You shake your head. "I believe you."

"Really?" He arches a brow, and you laugh and push gently at his shoulder.

"Yes, really."

"You know how long I had a crush on you before I did anything about it? I thought you weren't interested, and then you finally started being even more affectionate with me than you were with our other friends, and I took the chance."

"Rookie numbers," you preen under his gaze. "I liked you... pretty much as soon as I met you. But I suppressed it 'cause I didn't want to be a homewrecker."

"You're sweet," he chuckles. "I promise, you have nothing to worry about there. I'm never gonna wake up and not be grateful to see you drooling on my bed."

"You're the worst, you know that?"

"Yeah, yeah," he looks at you fondly, swiping his thumbs under your lower lashes. "You love me, though."

"Oh," your lips part. "And the not calling in Japan?"

He scrunches his nose. "I was trying not to spoil anything. I wanted to, uh, discuss it with you first, but you should know my friends and family are all waiting to embarrass me if I have to turn everything around now."

"Okay? I'll consider your dignity, but I make no promises," you tease. He drops his head to your shoulder for a moment, taking a deep breath, and you wind a hand into his hair, petting him until he straightens.

"So, you know how I have that paid internship opportunity back home?" You nod, not wanting to be reminded. You'll do it for him, but... long distance sucks. "I went to their office and turned it down. I want to go through with my doctorate."

"Oh, that's huge!" You gasp. "That's incredible, I'm so happy for you!"

"So the part that has to do with you is, um," he says, "you're planning to stay here, right?"

"Yeah," you say, "my next step is like a twenty minute commute, thankfully."

"I want to finish my schooling in the States," he tells you, "and then after that, I want to go wherever you go."

"Hajime," you start, but he puts a shaking hand on your knee, and that shuts you up.

"I love you," he says seriously. "It's like I said, okay? You make me happier than anyone else. I know you're the one for me, if you'll have me. If not, I get—"

You grab his face and smash your lips into his, and if that doesn't get the message across? You don't know what will.

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folklorebae · 2 years

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𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤

Cast(s)/Genre: Fem!Reader & Iwaizumi Hajime/Fluff

Wc: 0.3k

Warning: Mention of pregnancy

A/n: let's try this again, I'm really sorry if you've seen this for the third time:((

Today wasn't his birthday or Christmas.

Iwaizumi wondered why the first thing he saw in the morning was you with a small rectangular box and your phone, for recording, in your hands.

"Good morning, my pretty husband!" You greeted him with a sweet smile.

"This gotta be another prank of yours." He spoke, sitting up from his bed.

Hearing that, your smile quickly faded and replaced by a small pout. "What? No."

You now looked at him from the screen of your phone. You really wanted to laugh, seeing his confused expression but that would make him think you were pranking him again for the nth time.

"Guys, I think Iwaizumi–"

"What did you just call me?" He interrupted. "There are two Iwaizumis in this room, Mrs. Iwaizumi."

Him calling you Mrs. Iwaizumi made you pout even more, melting into a puddle of feels. "I'm sorry, Haji."

He chuckled before leaning forward to plant a kiss on your forehead. "I love you, even you're gonna prank me."

"Oh, God. Just trust me this isn't." You proudly handed him the box.

"Okay." He murmured.

You smiled from ear to ear as you watched him open the box. Iwaizumi tilted his head to the side once he took out the pregnancy test with a positive symbol from the box. Tearing his gaze away from it, he looked at you who was smiling at him. "This is not funny."

You giggled, zooming in and out the camera. "Congratulations! You're gonna be a DILF!"

Shocked and happy, he felt it all at once. His eyes started to well up in tears, can not believe that you, the woman he loved the most, pregnant with his child.

"Haji..." you cooed. "You're gonna be a da–AHHH" He hugged you tightly, made your back meet the mattress and your phone fell to the floor. His knees straddled your hips as he gave you plenty of kisses around your face and neck.

“I love you.” He burst into tears, still kissing you. "I really do."

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suashii · 9 months

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୨♡୧ SWEET POTATO — iwaizumi hajime x f!reader. sfw. fluff. reader is pregnant.

“you know, i’m perfectly capable of going to the grocery store on my own,” you tell iwaizumi, lingering a step behind him as he walks down the aisle, scanning the items neatly lined up on the shelves. he only hums in acknowledgement. you click your tongue in mock annoyance because, despite your resistance to his assistance, you don’t mind having him around. still, you’re not used to being coddled like this. “being pregnant doesn’t mean i can’t walk. my feet aren’t defective.”

“just hush and let me help,” hajime speaks, resting one hand on the top of your head while the other reaches for a bag of brown rice. the weight on your head is comforting, a reminder of why iwaizumi is really here. ever since you read the positive test and the man who was meant to be with you walked out, iwaizumi, your best friend, stepped up and became your lifeline—attended all of your appointments, started reading baby books in his free time, calmed you down whenever you were feeling overwhelmed. he made sure you weren’t making this journey alone.

“can i at least push the cart?” you attempt to negotiate. you may not mind having him here with you, but you’d be lying if you said that following him around while he did all the work wasn’t getting boring. “wouldn’t it be safer to have something in front of me in case i trip?”

“how could you trip?” he asks, more humor in his voice than usual. “you just told me that your feet work fine.”

you groan at the way he twists your words, hands coming up to unconsciously rub at your belly. it’s become a habit of yours, caressing the steadily growing bump whenever you’re stressed or bored. it gives you something to do and floods you with an immeasurable amount of contentment.

“oh, congratulations, dear.” you turn at the sound of a frail voice. an elderly woman on the opposite side of the aisle looks at you through squinted eyes, a gentle smile pulling at her lips. you figure she’s referring to your stomach.

“thank you.”

“how far along are you?”

“eighteen weeks.” you smile. iwaizumi intently watches your interaction—the way your eyes light up and how your hands protectively cradle the little bulge. “this little one is the size of a sweet potato.”

the fruit and vegetable comparison was always a little silly to you but it came in handy during moments like these. this specific week actually helped you remember something that slipped your mind while you were making the list of items you needed.

“oh!” you snap and point at iwaizumi. “that’s what i forgot earlier. i’m going to go grab a few.”

“hold on, i’ll-” your hand shoots up, palm out, to stop him from finishing his sentence—one that you’re positive would include him insisting on joining you.

“hajime.” you’re more than grateful to have someone to lean on but at this rate, you’re going to forget how to live as an independent being. “i can walk a couple aisles down and bag some vegetables on my own.”

“right,” he curtly nods, “i’ll stay and wait for you here.”

you hurry off to grab the sweet potatoes your obstetrician recommended adding to your diet and leave iwaizumi to aimlessly shift back and forth on his feet.

“you must be excited.” the familiar voice catches the man’s attention, leading him to face the nice old woman.

“i’m sorry?”

“about becoming a father,” she clarifies.

his lips part in understanding and he nods. there’s no harm in letting one woman neither of you will see again think that he was the baby’s dad. it happened quite often but you always brush off the assumptions by jokingly saying “i wish.” it’s never bothered iwaizumi—people’s first thought being that he was the father or the fact that you corrected them. he expected as much when he offered a helping hand. what he didn’t expect was that his heart would jump every time he heard any variation of the word. he kept that to himself, though.

the woman slowly approaches iwaizumi and places a soothing hand on his arm. he has to look down to meet her eye but when he does, he’s met with nothing but warmth. her eyes crinkle with her smile. “i’m sure you and your wife will be great parents.”

she continues down the aisle, leaving iwaizumi with her words. his arms rest on the handle of the cart as the woman’s statement echoes in his head. parents. at the moment, hajime’s a support system—driving you around on errands and helping with chores around the house. the two of you haven’t discussed what his role will be after you’ve given birth, but, despite that, he knows he wants to be there for you and your baby every step of the way if you’ll have him.

“i’m back and bearing potatoes,” you announce your arrival, dropping the vegetables in the cart. your gaze falls to iwaizumi who’s staring ahead, his eyebrows knit together in deep thought. you reach out to smooth the crease between his brows with your thumb. “what’s wrong with you?”

“nothing.” what’s on his mind is a conversation better had not in a supermarket. “come on. let’s wrap this up and get you home for lunch.”

“gosh, you sound just like a dad,” you comment through a laugh, hooking your arm around one of his.

like clockwork, iwaizumi’s heart skips another beat. it feels different this time; he figures it’s because you’re the one who said it.

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