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do you think you'll make a part two for the sugawara fry game fic where they reconcile because im,, im, 😭😭

part 1

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you've successfully avoided sugawara for the entire school week. it wasn't necessarily hard—you'd been a part of his weekday routine for a few weeks now, sharing the same majors and electives—just really, really lonely.

the weekend had arrived and normally, saturdays entailed running joint errands in the morning—groceries, laundry, and any other such activity—followed by lunch (this saturday is your turn to choose—well, was your turn to choose) and some movie, or mini golf, or something. some activity that made you both laugh and talk and made you fall in love with him a little bit more.

you sigh and push yourself up off the bed, forcing yourself to grab your purse and phone and a list you kept pinned via magnet to you and your roommate's shared fridge, and set out.

the bus ride to the grocery store was so stiflingly quiet that you'd decided to fish out your earphones and plug them in, keeping your gaze out the window, distracted by the scenery of the city as you drove past. you handn't realized so much was in this neighborhood; you had some vague recognition that it was close to sugawara's stop. you knew he lived out of campus, but you had no idea he lived in such a nice, lively area.

"hey," someone calls, voice muffled by your headphones.

you turn your head and your stomach drops.

of course. he fucking lives here.

he says, "mind if i sit?" but really he mouths, because you can't hear him past your music. you scoot closer to the window to make as much space as possible and he situates himself comfortably next to you.

he says something, you know he does, but you choose to ignore him in favor of some song you aren't really even listening to. you didn't want to talk about it. you didn't even want to acknowledge it.

you stand, planning to get off at the next stop even though your actual one had two more to go, but you don't care. all you care about is getting away from—

he grabs your wrist and yanks you down back to your seat. the abrupt movement makes one earphone fall off, and it lands in his lap. he fishes it with his free hand and hands it over with a kind smile. "this isn't our stop yet."

you flush, humiliated. "i—"

"you've been avoiding me all week," sugawara says softly, and your eyes well up in the slightest at the his voice sounding so... so... "if you don't want to talk, that's fine, just... don't go."

you press your lips together and take your earphone back, putting it away in its case. you look away and lean back on the window, trying to think about what to say, what to do, when he finally confronts you.

you're too distracted by your thoughts to notice that sugawara's hand on your wrist loosens, drifting up to hold your hand.

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"first to pull away loses," sugawara declares, fishing out a french fry from the bag. it's soggy and kinda cold but you're a little drunk, so you don't care.

"wait," you say, adjusting your position on his dorm room floor so you're leaning a little closer to him. his assigned roommate was out for... something, you weren't really paying attention. "so i bite one end, and you bite the other. then we eat it?"

"yes!" sugawara says, raising a finger in triumph. he's obviously a little drunk, too. "but slowly. the first to back off loses."

"can't i just eat majority of the fry?"

"that's not how this works. it's not volume, it's bravery."

you snort. "okay, fine. let's do it."

he brings the piece of food to his mouth and bites one end, and you lean forward to bite the other. you realize very quickly that your faces are very close together.

"go," he says through grit teeth, and he makes his way in. you bite a little too roughly and the fry breaks from his hold, dangling from your mouth. "augh!"

"oops," you say, pulling the fry in. you're glad it's over.

"let's try again," sugawara says, and you opt to swallow your fry instead of groan. thankfully, he picks a slightly longer fry this time, but it's stiffer. it stays upright as he holds it in the middle. "i think this is okay."

"okay, but if it breaks, let's just eat the fries," you bargain, and he nods absentmindedly as he grabs an open ketchup packet. he dabs a bit on his end before silently offering to dab yours, but you shake your head instead.

"okay, go," he says, then bites one end again. you follow suit, and the fry maintains its sturdiness as you chomp your way through.

only now does it occur to your inebriated brain that the only outcome of this game—should neither of you pull away—is an inevitable kiss.

there are too many things in your head, but the biggest thought is outlined in neon letters. you're going to kiss him. you're going to kiss sugawara koushi. then he's going to find out you've been in love with him since freshman year and he won't be your friend anymore.

you feel his breath on your face and you panic, jerking away in embarrassment.

"ah!" sugawara yelps, jumping back. "hey—"

"i have to go," you mumble, packing up your stuff haphazardly. you're a little dizzy as you get up, but you just want to get away. you can't stay here, lest he find you out. your thoughts are so loud in your head, maybe they'd spill out of your mouth, so you needed to leave—

"hey, no, it's okay—" he tries to reason, looking up as you wobble your way to his door. "hey—"

"goodnight," you blurt as you leave his dorm, slamming the door behind you. you're too drunk for this, you realize, when your eyes start to warm with tears.

your stomach is in your throat, humiliated beyond belief. you're too drunk for this, because you didn't think this through, and now the friendship you'd developed with sugawara is in tatters.

you wipe your wet cheek with the back of your hand and put as much distance as you can between him and yourself.

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found a tiktok where two ppl bite both ends of a fry and slowly chew their way inwards and the first to pull away loses and tell me WHY my fingers are buzzing. this is RIFE with inspiration

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title: of rumors & wrong assumptions parts: 1 / 2 / 3 character: iwaizumi hajime words: 1,200+ warnings: violence towards oikawa's person. experiments in chem lab. notes: i think this is one of my funnier fics so of course i had to bring this back! (also i am not compensating for forgetting about this website at all!)

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life would’ve been so much easier if you’d ended up having a crush on literally anyone else instead, but noooo. you had to go and have a crush on oikawa's best friend.

oikawa's probably gay best friend.

“i’m telling you—iwa-chan is not gay,” oikawa insists with a hushed voice, leaning over the beaker he poured water into earlier, his face so near the bunsen burner it was giving you anxiety.

“what the fuck, oikawa,” you nearly cry, shoving his face away from the open flame. “get your face out of there!”

your palm presses over the goggles on his face and he yelps. “ow!” he pouts and pulls away his standard chem lab goggles, running his hand through the red marks pressed against his skin. “that hurt!”

“would you rather i let your face burn off in case it exploded?” you shoot back, grabbing a pen and writing down your observations. “also can you get back to work? this is a partner lab report.”

“that’s just water,” he snaps.

"there's an open flame!" you practically shriek, but he ignores you.

"—and i’ll read your notes later.” he says the last part dismissively, and you had to stop yourself from launching your pen at his face—like a gladiator spear through one of his eyeballs.

life would've been so much easier if you'd fallen for literally anyone else, because their best friend probably wouldn't be an insufferably annoying volleyball captain that you'd ended up being partnered with.

at first, it made you giddy. this was your chance—be friend the volleyball captain, make friends with iwaizumi, flirt, fall in love, and live happily ever after.

okay, you're thinking too far ahead. but it was a great setup. until oikawa'd said, "i need to talk to you about something," with that something being... righting... his best friend's reputation.

is there any possible way to get run over by a truck? while inside a laboratory on the third floor of a building?

“anyway, he’s not gay,” oikawa brings up again, louder than the last time, and you sink down against the table and groan.

you can feel your table mates look back at you suspiciously, and you pray to every deity out there. someone, anyone. just open up the earth and swallow me whole.

“oikawa,” you bark, peering over your shared equipment with sharp eyes. “can we not talk about this here?”

he shakes his head quite vigorously. “no! we need to discuss this. because you are wrong, and i am here to tell you that you are wrong.”

your face wrinkles into a scowl. “i really don’t wanna talk about this,” you grumble, looking away.

you don’t even know how he knows. as far as you remember, it was a speculation you’d mentioned to your group of friends in jest, and two days later, oikawa—who had sweet talked your previous lab partner into switching out, apparently; if you think about it, this was all her fault for agreeing—started pestering you about it.

“add the iodine and stir,” your teacher says, and dutifully, you grab the smaller beaker and add the brown liquid, noting the color change when you stir.

“seriously!” oikawa insists, “he’s not. believe me.”

“wh—” you point your pen at him and glare. “you know what, i will remove your name from this lab report if you don’t work on anything in the next—”

you watch him grab his pen and, without looking, scribble quickly on his notebook. “there, done.”

your jaw unhinges, unreasonable, murderous irritation flooding your entire body. “you didn’t even—”

“now get your second beaker,” your teacher instructs, and you use it as a distraction to stop yourself from lunging at your lab partner. “add the remaining water, hydrogen peroxide and fabric starch.”

you take a deep breath and reach for the materials—which were near oikawa’s elbow. when your reach comes up short, you glare at him. “maybe you’d like to help me?”

“oh, sure,” oikawa goes, plucking the materials and placing them on the center of the table. “there you go.” 

you count to ten in an attempt to prevent yourself from hurling the second beaker at his head, opting to focus on the experiment instead.

“anyway, i—”

you nearly slam your hands on the table. “look, oikawa,” you tell him, leaning closer. “i don’t know how you found out about that, but it was meant as a joke. i didn’t mean it, and whoever told you that? give me their name. give me their name, so i can find them, break their phone, and burn their house down. end of story.”

he blinks. “so you don’t think he’s gay?”

you lean back. “if he is, it’s none of my business.”

“but he’s not,” oikawa whines. “what made you think that in the first place?”

you give him a bewildered stare. “what? why wouldn’t i think it? he’s obviously in love with you.”

his face morphs into one of complete and utter shock, and then he booms into laughter, which makes the class turn towards your seat at the very back. he sheepishly quiets down at the call of his name, your teacher evidently not as amused as he is at his new discovery.

“he’s not in love with me,” oikawa denies at a much softer, but not any less irritating, volume.

you ignore him. “he’s so scary but he turns sweet around you—”

“sweet? sweet?” he’s wide-eyed and appalled. he aggressively points to the back of his head. “is throwing volleyballs at my head sweet?"

you defend, “i don’t know what you’re into—"

"do you know how many almost-concussions i've had because of him?! i'm basically a fall risk at this point!”

“now, transfer everything in beaker 1 to beaker 2,” your teacher calls, interrupting your argument. “note the time.”

he stares and shakes his head. “anyway. well, that’s not the case. at all,” he declares, leaning forward to continue the rest of the experiment. “we’re just friends. you note the time.”

“sure,” you say, signaling for him to go once you track the seconds on your watch. you scribble in your notes when the liquid changes color. 

the bell rings, and students are shuffling to dump their liquids in the giant erlenmeyer flask at the back of the room.

your former lab partner smiles at you as you both dump your waste liquid. “seems like you and oikawa had a lot of fun,” she chirps.

not at all. “he’s okay,” you say before you part ways. when you get back to your desk, she notes that oikawa is waiting for you and that you walk out of lab together, bickering.

while the rest of the day went ahead as normal, for the next day at school, you were not granted that same luxury.

“hey,” one of your friends asks over lunch, “are you and oikawa dating?”

your fist clenches in surprise, and the juice sent ricocheting through the straw and into your throat makes you choke. “what?” you ask, coughing, and wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “where'd you get that?”

the rest of your friends meet gazes. “we heard you were really close in lab yesterday,” one of the girls says.

“yeah, like an old married couple,” another says.

your brain is going into overdrive. what? said who? “we are absolutely n—”

someone calls from outside your classroom. someone with very familiar and annoying voice, someone who you've, quite frankly, had enough of.

you look up to see oikawa, waving merrily at you. behind him, iwaizumi’s stony face is dark and threatening.

the girls around you giggle, and you flush, hunching over at your desk in an attempt to hide.

this cannot be happening, you think despairingly. not only was your crush probably gay, he also thinks you’re dating his best friend.

the best friend he was probably in love with.

“fuck me,” you groan into the wood grain of your desk. "fuck me so very much."

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consequences

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character: sawamura daichi words: 1,100+ warnings: nsfw; mdni. reader has depression. angst and comfort. notes: i was looking through my old fic and found this and it made me cry wtf is wrong with me

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you had a particularly bad day today.

it feels dumb to keep carrying the weight of that as you went over to your fiancé’s, to your safe place, but the regret and disappointment and the angry voice in your head that’s been mean to you all day are making your skin crawl. this isn’t the first time you’ve turned to daichi for comfort, but it’s the first time that you feel like it's a waste of his time, like you don’t deserve it.

but still, you want to hear it. you want him to tell you that you’re so good for him, so beautiful, that you’re made for him and him alone. how your body is the most perfect thing in the world for him, how he can't stop himself from touching you, from finding pleasure with you, how he wants you so much he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

but you can’t. you don’t know what it is, but you can't—your body feels stiff and icky and gross, and the words that spill out of daichi’s mouth feel like lies.

his cock feels so good when he slides into you, hitting the spot inside of you that makes you want to grip the sheets and keen, when his hips sink down to meet yours.

but the feeling in your chest is ugly and gross, and your stomach feels like it's going to turn inside out. it's turning something beautiful into something terrifying and disgusting, you realize that you can’t do this. not right now.

“b-badge,” you force yourself to mutter—the safe word you’d chosen—but it comes out weak and soft and pathetic. you don’t know if you can take any more, if you can—

he can't hear you over the sound of his own pleasure. “i can't—fucking—agh,” he grunts, hips slamming into yours, and it feels so good, but you feel so sick.

“badge,” you say a little louder, voice a little thicker, and the hands gripping your wrists almost instantly loosen, the heavy weight hovering above you pulling away. daichi takes his warmth with him, and you feel empty and unwanted.

the look on daichi’s face, earlier a haze of lust and desire, has been replaced by confused yet nervous fear, and god. you hate yourself for this.

you hate yourself.

“are you okay, baby?” he asks, concerned. his voice is deep and raspy, and you don’t know how and why it makes you hate yourself even more. “did i hurt you?”

words don’t come out, but tears spill out of your eyes. you gently shove his shoulder—he gently pulls out of you—and you curl unto your side.

with heavy breaths, he leaves the bed, and you can hear him get a washcloth from your shared bathroom. he runs it under the tap for a bit before twisting the knob closed, and you hear his footfalls as he returns to you. he sits by your back and places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“come on, sweetheart,” he murmurs gently, rubbing your arm. “i know you’ll feel better when you’re a little cleaner. up, up.”

you don't fight back. you acquiesce with a shaky breath, letting him pull you up. he gently runs the cloth over your arms, shoulders, and neck, through your torso with soft strokes of the damp fabric. you say nothing when he pulls you close, and you settle into his lap, bare skin against skin. your arms tentatively wrap around him, and you press your face against his shoulder.

you ready your apologize with a pitifully small voice. “i’m sor—”

“i’m sorry,” daichi says softly before you can finish, pausing in running the cloth over your back. “i… i should’ve been able to tell that—should’ve known that this was the last thing you needed. but i didn’t. i was selfish, and i’m sorry.”

you curl around him tighter. “it's not your fault."

"it's not yours, either," he tells you gently.

you shake your head, hair curling against his skin. "i was being dumb.”

“hey,” he says with a frown, pushing you away to tilt your face up. your wet eyes meet his. “you’re not that.”

you can’t help your sobs and fall into him, and he tosses the washcloth aside to take you in his arms. he maneuvers you to the bed, and you cry against him.

“i don’t know why,” you wail in anguish. “i don’t why i’m like this!”

daichi lets you cry against his collar, stroking your hair as he listens, face turned to the ceiling.

“you’re amazing and wonderful, daichi, and i’m just—i’m just no one, and i don’t deserve you, but i'm ugly and gross and selfish because i don’t want to ever, ever let you go,” you sob.

he closes his eyes and his chest aches. he wants to get rid of this, he does, but he knows he’s powerless against the mean voice in your head, waiting in the dark corners of your mind that he can’t reach.

you huddle closer into his chest when he turns to wrap his arms around you and pull you close. “i’m so sorry,” you cry, “you don’t deserve this. you don’t deserve someone—someone like me.”

“that’s not true,” he murmurs against your hair, but he knows you can’t hear it through your pained sobs.

it takes a while, but your cries die down, and all that’s left is your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. you hiccup and sniffle and push yourself away, and daichi lets you.

you sit up and look down at your lap, taking deep breaths, staring at the glinting engagement ring on your hand. unbidden, the voice in your head asks, he regrets asking you, doesn’t he?

the bed creaks when daichi sits up next to you, reaching over your lap to take one of your hands in his.

it's a while before he speaks. “our hands look good together, huh?” he mumbles over your shoulder. you hiccup out a laugh, watching his fingers trail over your palm. he threads them together with yours, and he gives your hand a soft squeeze.

“i wish i knew what to say,” he tells you honestly, his voice near your ear and the warm of his chest pressed to your back. “i wish i knew what to say to keep that voice in your head quiet. i wish... i wish i could protect you from it. i wish i could hear them first, before you do, so i could take them away and hide them from you so you'll never have to be hurt by them ever again.”

he kisses your shoulder. “you’re the most important person in the world to me,” he murmurs against your skin, and your eyes slide shut before the heat behind them turns into water. “i love you with everything that i have. and in this moment, i want you to know that that’s the truth."

you sniffle, not saying anything.

“if i could get rid of this feeling for you every time, i would,” he continues. “i would do anything to make you happy. but i can’t. and i hate that i can’t. i can't do a lot of things because i'm just human and all i can do is love you and tell you over and over again. i love you, i love you, i love you," he says, punctuating each declaration of love with a kiss on your skin.

"i love you, too," you say, voice broken.

"i don't think i could ever stop," he admits with a shaky breath. "i don't want to stop. but when you apologize for being with me, it... it destroys me.

"please,” he says, almost begs, “please never apologize for being with me.”

you can’t help the sob that escapes you.

he lets go of your hand to tilt your face towards his. “we chose each other,” he reminds you, eyes shiny with unshed tears. “and i’ll choose you every time. no matter what anyone says. not even you.”

you shakily grasp his hand and lean up to kiss him, tears trailing down your cheeks once more. he grips your face in his hands and presses into you, and you’re falling against the bed in a haze of love and comfort and sadness and warmth.

you both pull away and you huddle against daichi’s side, hand on his warm chest. his arm is wrapped around your waist, his lips pressed against your hairline.

“i love you,” he whispers earnestly into your hair, and your heart swells, the beating of it ringing louder than the hatred in your mind. “i hope that… i hope it’s enough, even if it's just for today.”

your eyes drift shut and your body sinks closer to him. the voice in your head is much quieter now, almost nonexistent.

he kisses your forehead and pulls you closer.

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oops i forgot i had a tumblr

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dedicated to Moon (@sugaaz)

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#UDAI FUCKING TENMA #THE GOAT #i luv him sm i need to look for that draft fic i was writing #hq

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i got an ask regarding one of the fics i wrote, and just want to make one thing clear when it comes to my stories (that i hope to never repeat again):

i'm not in the business of being pc. i'm not in the business of writing morally perfect characters. i'm not interested in meeting the complex criteria of being "correct" on the internet.

humans and human feelings, there for characters and their feelings, traverse such a wide spectrum that it's impossible to get it right all the time. of course, there will be things i write that will be divisive, there will be things i write that will be unsavory, or insensitive, or simply not good. but—and i want to make this clear—it's part of the deal.

if a character says something you don't agree with, it's fine. we say and do wrong things all the time in various points of the human experience. in specific times, it paints a picture of how the character perceives things, it moves the story forward. it's insight on where the character is in life, and, in turn, where the other characters around them are. are they ready for whatever challenge they face? is there someone who can help them through it? is it enough?

to the anon, specifically: this is by no means a defensive answer, nor am i being dismissive—what you read is what you read; i'm not going to edit that shit. but the intention is to isolate it completely within the context of the story and use it as a guide on understanding how the character thinks, feels, and acts.

however, if the experience of reading and real life are not in your interest to separate, then i hope you can excuse my silly little posts on the internet and move on to content that's more suitable for your taste.

thank you for reading!

#📌 — pins #this is not an invitation for debate btw #any and all related asks to this will be deleted because i'm not interested in discourse about the point of writing

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Ready...FIGHT!!

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#holy heck this shook me #this is brilliant but also hilarious #how to use this to shape my writing hmmm #📕 — reminders

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i just followed this writing prompt blog blindly and was expecting cute prompts like coffee shop!au or something but no, i clicked on the blog and i'm getting supervillains providing insurance. having super blood. it's so unhinged

#it's so ridiculous but i can't look away #who knows there might be gold in here #💬 — chatter

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character: iwaizumi hajime words: 1,000+ warnings: cheap sexy outfits, also a little mature! but nothing too bad. notes: here's a new one for ya!

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“fuck!”

you hear the steady thud of padded footsteps before a soft knock on your bathroom door. “baby, are you okay?”

you fight down the scream that bubbles in you throat. “perfectly fine, babe,” you muster, wanting more than anything to just rip this… this… abomination apart. and this kind of stuff was sexy?

“you sure?" your sweet, sweet husband asks. but your side is starting to cramp, you're getting hungry, this outfit is tiring you out, and you're running out of patience.

“yes, i am fucking fine!” you practically shout, taking a bright red ribbon from behind you. you angrily pull it through a lacy white loop and—fuck, no, that’s not right.

you wail.

the knocks come again, this time sharper and more urgent against the wooden door. “babe, i’m coming in.”

“NO!” you scream, flinging yourself against the door to hold it shut. “do not come inside! i mean it, hajime!” 

iwaizumi starts, "you sound like you are in a lot of pain—” 

“i'm fine!”

you can imagine what he looks like—backed away from the door and rolling his eyes. when you texted him that he had “a sexy surprise waiting at home,” you're sure he didn’t exactly picture himself waiting on the bed for the past twenty minutes and his apparently irate wife cursing her head off behind their bathroom door.

"sweetheart, can you just tell me what's going on?" he bargains.

you whimper, trying to find the right red string for the right white loop. "just—give me a—ah!"

“baby,” iwaizumi says patiently, "no offense or anything, but this entire situation is seriously turning me, well… off. can i just go to bed? i’ve had a long day.”

your fingers freeze in the middle of fiddling with the garment. after a long pause, you reach for the door and poke your head out, eyes seeking out your husband. he's standing in front of the door, arms folded over his chest. (you observe how tight his sleep shirt is on him now. you try not to drool.)

you sigh and pull your head back. "fine," you say in defeat, taking a few steps back. "come in."

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of all the scenarios he'd imagined, this was one of the ones iwaizumi lease expected to see.

to be honest, he'd half expected you to just stand there naked. a "sexy surprise waiting at home" entailed a lack of clothing, more or less. but what he didn't expect to find when he pushed open the door was you standing awkwardly in the middle of your spacious bathroom, donning a particularly bright and lacy… thing with a frilly skirt and frilly sleeves and way too many ribbons but wrapped snugly around your waist.

admittedly, it did very nice things to your breasts.

very, very nice things to your breasts.

iwaizumi tried to find the words. "wha—what—” he stutters, unable to think let alone form coherent sentences, eyes wide and disbelieving. the outfit was one thing, but the angry flush you had on your cheeks that made him—um… well, tiny him—stand at attention. 

overall, the visual was very... stimulating.

“what is that?” he finally said, his voice cracking at the end like it hadn’t since he was a teenager. 

you obviously mistook his breathlessness for absurdity and scowled. “you were supposed to come home to a sexy nurse,” you admit rather gruffly, gesturing to a pathetically crumpled excuse of a hat with a red cross lying near the sink. you fail to notice the way your husband was gaping at you, oblivious to the things you were doing to him by merely standing there.

“wh—how—” iwaizumi shook his head, trying his hardest to form coherent thoughts. “where did you even get this?”

“oikawa thought it would be a nice bridal shower gift.” 

"wh—you invited him to your bridal shower?"

"yeah. didn't i tell you?"

"i—you know what? i'm not even going to ask. for the bridal shower and the gift."

"good idea. both are very suspect." you shook your head in frustration and tugged at the messed up ribbons. "but yeah. this is it."

silence. you close your eyes and sigh.

"can you just help me get this off?" was what you meant to say, but didn't get to finish, because at some point in the sentence, your husband pressed his mouth to yours in a devouring kiss—how’d he cross the room that quickly?—and pushed you against the wall, grabbing and pinning your wrists next to your head. “hajime,” you breathe, and he drags his lips down her neck.

“you are so hot, babe,” he whispered earnestly.

“wh—really?” you blurt, eyes wide. “you don’t find this ridiculous at all?”

“oh, it’s pretty stupid,” he admits frankly, and you feel what the characters on the office feel when they stare right into a camera. “but, i mean,” iwaizumi continues, "i always think you’re sexy. you don’t have to… you know, dress up for it.”

your chest warms a little. "that's so sweet, baby."

“yeah, well,” he says, his cheeks turning the slightest bit pink.

“well, then,” you declare, “I should take this off and we can get right to it.”

iwaizumi grinned wickedly. “no, you know what? this might be fun."

"we really don't have to—"

"i’m actually feeling pretty feverish. what do you think I should do, nurse?” he leans in and nips at your earlobe, sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine and to other, more excited places of your body.

you're quiet for a bit. "i'm so sorry, i know you're trying to turn me on and kick off this whole role play thing, but i'm trying to figure out what the medically accurate thing to recommend is."

iwaizumi stares at you with the blankest of expressions. "it's role play, baby. you play a role."

"yeah, but like, does that mean we can't incorporate any medical accuracy here? i'm sure grey's anatomy is somewhat accurate."

he sighs. "you know what, how 'bout we just take off this ridiculous outfit and skip straight to the sex?"

you nod. "great idea. let me just—oh my god, hajime!" you shriek.

without warning, he tears the outfit right down the middle, unveiling your bare skin. your jaw is slack at the sheer display of power. (also, this turns you on. by a lot.)

"now," he says, tossing the garment to the side and dusting off his hands. "where were we?"

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