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heartsoji · 1 year

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haikyuu boys with an s/o who's really scared of horror movies

pairings: iwaizumi x reader, oikawa x reader, tsukishima x reader, bokuto x reader

a/n: lol this is me i actually cannot with horror like at all

warnings: post-timeskip in iwaizumi's

iwaizumi hajime

iwaizumi's pretty good with horror movies

occasionally, he'll be a little caught off-guard with a sudden jumpscare, but he's pretty much fine otherwise

now YOU..

you are not ok.

you are screaming, hiding, and tearing up

he honestly doesn't really understand what's so scary about them

since i hc iwaizumi to be a realist, he'd be like

it's a movie. it was filmed. those are actors. it's so obvious none of that stuff could ever happen in real life

still, he understands that you're really scared and tries his best to comfort you

time to put those beefy athletic trainer arms to work

he lets you cling onto them for the whole movie and lets you use then as a stress ball

iwaizumi's a traditional, old school, cheesy hopeless romantic. convince me otherwise.

therefore, his method of comfort usually comes in the form of soothing words and back rubs in his arms

its actually quite nice. he lets you scream into his titties (HE HAS TITTIES AND THEYRE MORE ROCK SOLID THAN REGINA GEORGE'S MOM'S. CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.)

when you're truly scared scared (like heart pounding, sobs racking ur body, you're def gonna get rlly bad nightmares type of scared scared)

he will probs turn it off bc he thinks that no movie ending is worth this much terror

he cares about you a lot, after all. he thinks its slightly amusing when you're screaming your head off at the obviously fake blood, but he would never want you to be fearful for real

rubs your back and whispers soothing words into your ear

"its ok" "i'm right here" "don't worry, i'd protect you if they ever came" type of stuff

after you've calmed down a bit, he'll try to make you laugh

jokes, tickles, anything, really!

he hates seeing you scared. he just wants you to be happy

10/10. marry me sir.

oikawa tooru

lol

hate to break it to you but

tooru is equally as scared of horror movies

you guys have to cuddle up in blanket burritos together and scream at every jumpscare

honestly you both only make it through the movie through sheer willpower

if you're crying, he'll try to comfort you, but tbh he's pretty damn scared himself

however, once the movie is over, he's totally fine

movie forgotten. out of memories. what movie should you guys watch next?

but YOU

you're still crying

you're still really shaken up

you're def gonna have nightmares

he takes that opportunity to be the manly man he is and swoops you up bridal style

he's very charming. he looks at you in the most dazzling, heart-melting way

lol boy u were just crying too stfu

he cuddles you close, and just like iwa, whispers sweet words into your ear

however, unlike iwa, they're much more...childish? playful? how to describe them..

"it'll be ok. your big, strong, boyfriend will protect anything that tries to hurt his princess" "*dramatic gasp* YOU DON'T THINK I'M CAPABLE OF FIGHTING IT OFF BY MYSELF? HOW COULD YOU UNDERESTIMATE ME LIKE THIS? THIS.. THIS IS BETRAYAL" "they don't even look that strong. im sure i could hit a volleyball at one and it would rip into two!"

stuff like that

he would make sure to cuddle you extra close that night

overall, he's pretty fun and is good at making everything seem less serious. 8.5/10!

tsukishima kei

honestly, he's as affected by horror movies at the average guy

he doesn't find them as terrifying as oikawa, but he's definitely not as unaffected as iwaizumi

but you'd never know that

why?

he just hides his emotions really, really well

also he just sometimes focuses on the wall behind the tv and drowns out the voices

he just sits through them and bears them, basically

now, why? why in the world would he do this when he doesn't even enjoy it?

to make fun of you, duh. shouldn't that have been obvious?

when you leap 30ft out of your seat into the air, he laughs at you

he'll even add onto your fear by like grazing your opposite shoulder when you aren't looking and pretending he didn't do it

hes a brat

but honestly, he partially enjoys it when you spring onto him at the jump scares, no matter how much he denies it

as we all know, the boys a lil shy about asking for affection

with horror movies, he gets your affection without even asking for it! yay!

but once the movies over, if you're really shaken up, he'll use his giant beanpole arms and spoon you until you fall asleep

but then he'll be an ass about it the following week

pokes, grabs, jabs you and will say,

"huh? it wasn't me. maybe it was the (wtv villain or ghost or spirit or wtv from the movie)!"

2/10. makes fun of you and makes the movie even scarier tbh. the 2 points r only bc of the comfort he gives after its over.

bokuto koutaro

like most things in life, bokuto goes between two extremes, and never crosses into the middle

he's either having super insane cut shots that go BOOM

OR he's doing awful and is in his emo mode

same thing with this

he either isn't affected by it at all and just laughs

or he screams when the character breathes a lil too heavily

now, if he thinks the movie's not scary at all, he's pretty good to watch with if you're super scared

during the scary parts, he lets you cling onto his beefy arm while he just watches the movie in amusement

like there's a really scary scene where there's a huge jumpscare into the most climatic scene in the movie and you're burying your face into his arm but in the background you just hear:

"HAHAHAHAHA! Y/N Y/N! YOU GOTTA SEE THIS! HE'S...HE'S GETTING CHASED BY THIS GREY LITTLE CHILD! HAHAHAHA ITHIHIHIT'S EYES LOOK LIKE TAPIOCAAHAHAAHA"

"oh the grey little child is smiling! it's kinda cute! why is the main character guy sweating? he looks like me right after a long game"

"why'd the grey little child pull a purple thing out of his throat? what's that? i wonder what it tastes like though..i think it would be a thick gummy texture, but maybe a little gooey on the inside. definitely grape-flavored. the really sweet artificial good one. oh.. now i want a gummy!"

yeah

he definitely makes it less scary because he makes all the scary stuff seem really stupid

honestly pretty nice. you might not get as many nightmares because of him

now

when he's terrified, he's more terrified than you

*main character sneezes* "AHHHHHHH"

think oikawa x 800

mhm

honestly, you kind of have to take the comfort role even though you're deathly afraid of horror movies

"kou, he's just walking. its ok."

honestly he makes it seem less scary like this too because it forces you to see why the movie isn't actually that scary because you have to find out the reasons to comfort him

8.7/10. a sweetie

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luv4haji · 9 months

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iwaizumi hajime is the type of guy to have zero clue of how naturally attractive and dominant his mannerisms are. he isn’t aware of how he instantly makes you feel hot. speaking to hajime is absolutely suffocating— in the best way possible.

iwaizumi h. x fem!reader 🎀

“hey, hajime. could you help me on number 6? i’ve been stuck on it forever.” you sigh, turning around to ask hajime, who was on his bed, for help.

you were at iwaizumi’s house, finishing up the last of your math homework. he was your bestfriend, yes, but you’ve always had a crush on him— even before you actually became friends.

there’s something about him that is so hypnotizing to you, and to be honest, it seems like he isn’t even aware of it. he treats you so well. to the people on the outside, you two could totally pass as dating.

but you weren’t dating. eventually, you came to the conclusion that, he’s just a nice guy. the things we do don’t mean anything romantic to him. i’m just his friend.

“hm? oh, yeah,” he laughs, stretching as he walks over, “that problem stumped me as well to be honest, but i know you’re a smart girl and you’ll catch on fast. what i did was…” you were sitting as he was standing, leaning over you from behind as he caged you inbetween his arms— palms resting on the table. the words roll off his tongue so smoothly as he intelligently explains the problem. did it just get hotter in here?

“ohh, i see what i did wrong! so then… the answer would be 8.6, right?” you exclaim.

“see? told ya you’re a smart girl,” he smiles down at you, ruffling the top of your head. though, suddenly, his smile fades as if he’s remembered something nerve-wracking. “hey, i’ve been meaning to ask you something.. if you don’t mind, of course,” he whispers lowly, hand still on the top of your head, rubbing small and soothing circles as he looks down at you. you were the only two people in the house, and yet he was whispering so intimately you couldn’t help but feel nervous.

“of course. what’s up?”

silence fills the room for what feels like forever. that is, until he speaks up again— so lowly, so intimately— as his words change both of your lives forever.

“…would you hate me if i told you i’m in love with you?”

maybe hajime does have naturally attractive mannerisms. maybe that’s just how he acts with everybody. or maybe, he’s never been like this with anybody else— iwaizumi hajime is just utterly in love with you.

not proofread + it’s 2 am help 😭😭 anywayyyayyay first fic!! i’m new to writing so i hope this is good, pls be kind and leave me requests!!! -kat 🎀🐾

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llightshower · 11 months

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“im right here.” ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

m.list

pairing: aged up!iwaizumi x gn!reader (who’s scared of the ocean.)

summary: you n your bf, iwa, go out to the beach on an excruciatingly hot day so he goes in the water to cool of… but you wont.

wc: <600

warnings/ content: pet names (hon, babe, baby).

iwa told you that you guys should have brought the umbrella, but you didn’t wanna carry it on the sand so now, here you are, on your beach towel at 12 in the afternoon with the sun directly hitting your face like a ball of pure fire.

“iwa you were right.”

“i fucking know,” he wiped sweat off his face as he set up his chair.

the two of you tried to sit in the sun, but it was just too much and you were starting to get a migraine.

“im going in the water baby,” iwa said, squinting his eyes to look down at you.

“noo, don’t leave, don’t let me suffer in the sun alone,” you pouted.

“so come with?” he responded so matter-of-factly.

you sighed, getting up. the two of you practically jumping over the hot sand until you were at the water. you stood where the ocean met the sand, iwa getting in.

“that’s it,” he looked at you confused, sure that you weren’t any less hot than before but you knew damn well you were not getting any closer into that water.

iwa walked back to you telling you to get in and that you would for sure pass out if you didn’t. you two would have gone home, but it’s not like it was any colder there.

“babe, just get in.”

“no, im fine really.”

he grabbed your hand, dragging you into the water, ignoring you telling him to let go. you stood in the water for 5 seconds before turning around to leave, but iwa softly grabbed your wrist not wanting you to leave.

“no iwa, i hate the water, it makes my hair messy.”

“so i’ll brush it?”

“well, it’s not good for my skin- the salt water.”

“that’s a lie.”

you rolled your eyes, annoyed that he was right once again, “fine iwa, im scared of the ocean.”

“what? why? you know im right here.”

you crossed your arms, “because the waves, and what if i just drift out? you know im not the best swimmer, and the fucking fish-“

he laughed a little, not making fun of you, the opposite. he laughed at why you thought he’d think it’s stupid, he truly didn’t care.

“im right here, i won’t let you drift away or anything, we don’t have to go that deep either,” he spoke very sincerely, “i promise.”

you tried to hide a little smile, but you couldn’t, you loved how caring iwa was.

“fine,” you rolled your eyes and he linked his arm with yours. he guided you through the water, softly, and constantly assuring you that you’re fine.

you stopped moving once your neck was in water while you were standing, “okay that’s it.”

iwa looked at you and smiled, “not so bad is it?”

you were still a bit anxious but he made you feel a bit better, you shook your head, however it was only a matter of time till you wanted to walk back and iwa didn’t mind.

as you two walked back to where you were sitting he said, “don’t try and lie to me, hon, i can always tell.”

you laughed, “the water really does make my hair messy!”

“mhmm.”

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justanothercloudinthesky · 2 years

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Bad Day

Osamu x Reader, Akaashi x Reader, Iwaizumi x Reader

Notes: sometimes you just need someone to be there after a bad day, whether at work or school or just... because it is. we all need that someone.

Hurt/Comfort

Osamu:

now, it would be silly to think that ranting to him hadn’t crossed your mind, the way his cool-toned eyes would focus in on yours, occasionally flashing to your nose to see it wrinkle just a bit when you laughed or rambled. He might not realize just how much he’s a walking breathing beacon of comfort for you.

In a perfect world you’d run into his arms in this moment, tears streaming down your face as he’d lift you up, arms toned from years of training, he’d look down and take a deep breath, content you were in his arms. as he’d cradle you, not a word needing to be spoken.

but... the world is far from perfect, so as you set foot over the threshold of the door, taking deep breathes to keep your emotions in check. not expecting the living room lamp to be on. or his eyes peeking over the couch, crinkling in a smile.

“you’re home!” his voice immediately drawing emotion closer and closer to your breaking point, as he started to stand up, picking up a plate filled with all assortments of sweets. his smile, not quite as wide as his brothers, not quite as rare as Suna’s, not quite as symmetrical as Kita’s, but perfect. more perfect than all the others combined.

you didn’t even realize that tears had been running until his warm hand came up to wipe them away, close enough so you could smell the fabric softener in his sweatshirt.

as he wraps his arms around you, shaking you out of your haze as you sob into his shoulder. maybe no words were needed. maybe it doesn’t have to be perfect, but little moments. moments of peace, moments of love, moments to simply be. moments like these, perfect moments, were good enough.

Akaashi:

the shock on your face was reflected back at you, as you stared at Him, the love of your life. his sweet blue eyes widening behind the frames of his glasses, frozen in place. both of you in shock at the interaction that had just transpired.

“I- I didn’t mean any of that, I’m so sorry, I was stressed and-” the worlds leaving your mouth before a sob escaped, your hand not fast enough to muffle it. his gaze shifting, eyes softening as he took in the scene. the clear marks of exhaustion written in your face.

his footsteps seemingly silent as he suddenly seemed to appear mere inches from you, his smooth hand cool against your skin, as he gathered the tears on his fingers, wiping them gently on his shirt, before tilting your head so you’d meet his eyes.

“it is okay, I promise.” he spoke as more sobs broke loose, Akaashi merely pulling you closer, kissing your forehead, knowing that you lashing out was not any attack, but merely two exhausted people trying their hardest to continue on. his hands holding your own, running a finger of your knuckles as he looked with such compassion.

“I love you.”

those words so powerful, yet so simple. giving you the strength you were unaware you were lacking. hugging him tightly as he chuckled softly. reminding you he was there, as he gently led you to the bathroom, helping you into a warm bath, hands still intertwined.

Something as simple as a break, his words distracting you from it all. nothing important being said, but the simple company of another person did wonders. no grand gestures, but something far more powerful. a simple forehead kiss, his eyes crinkling at your jokes and a simple ‘I love you.’

Iwaizumi:

his shoes sounded as he walked into the hallway, exhausted from work himself, as you’d been sitting on the couch, trying to calm down from it all. all the stress can do weird things, making you feel so absolutely alone. Not saying hello like usual, as he hung his bag on the hook, tossing his workout clothes in the washer before walking over, giving you the usual kiss on the cheek.

you stood up too, starting the routine but hollow as you continue, wanting to bring it up to him, to the just talk it out. trying to catch up, not knowing quite what you would say, but simply craving his company, he was obviously tired and while you didn’t want to burden him, you weren’t sure how long you could hold it to yourself either.

finally meeting him in the kitchen, as he chops vegetables for dinner. your mouth opening and closing many times, just looking for the words to say. the right ones finally coming to you. walking close, you tug on the hem of his shirt.

“please... just hold me?” you said softly, concern washing over his face, as he set down the knife, bending over a little to hug you tightly, lifting you into his arms, looking you in the eyes.

“it’s okay, I’ve got you.” he said, not knowing his words would bring such comfort to you, tears of relief flooding down your cheeks. his questions being quelled by the smile etching itself on your lips.

“thank you.” you breathe, finally relaxing into his arms. your face in his shoulder, his hand gentle rubbing your back as he walks you to the couch, sitting down, and simply holding on. life’s scary, and things are stressful sometimes, but sometimes you just need someone to hold you, someone who won’t let go. and... maybe that makes things okay.

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admiringlove · 2 years

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[18:51]

"you look like shit."

iwaizumi hajime scoffs at you from the park bench. although the atmosphere is a little bitter, you still break out the smallest smile. you can't help it. you slowly walk over to the seat, your hands shoved in your pockets as you sit down next to him. your eyes wander to his face, that only peers ahead.

"fuck," he mumbles, blinking back, "we're really eighteen, huh?"

"yeah, it sucks," you add, "i don't know what the heck i'm supposed to do with my life. hell, i don't even know how taxes work. or how to make my bed."

he laughs. and you're sure it's the most melodious thing you have ever heard. it keeps going for about thirty seconds, and you're glad it does. he sounds beautiful. his eyes are closed as he laughs, and you're glad he doesn't see you gawking at him. gosh, anyone would be able to tell how in love you are. except hajime, of course.

he stops laughing now, "the fact that you don't know how to make your bed is concerning."

"hey, come on. sheets are an absolute menace. i stick one side of them in, the other side comes out. it's so weird. who even came up with the concept of bedsheets?" you ask, giggling, "that dude was definitely high."

iwaizumi only laughs more, and it sort of lifts a weight from your heart. you knew why he was here in the first place. you and oikawa are probably the only people that know. ever since aoba johsai lost against karasuno high, iwaizumi hajime has been coming to this park. and he sits on this very bench every day for around half an hour before heading home. the sun is setting, and it's darker than it is light.

"you know, we used to play aliens here," you say enthusiastically as you point your finger, "over there by the swings and that red slide that used to be green. oikawa made himself the alien all the time. you were the police officer. and i was the person that gets abducted."

"it was always aliens," he shook his head, "that idiot never let us play anything else."

"i always had fun being rescued," you shrug, "i don't know 'bout you, it was fun watching you beat him up with a stick."

"and then i had to buy him icecream because he'd cry and tell me he was gonna complain to his pretty older sister," iwaizumi smiles at the memory, "god, i miss being a kid."

"me too," you mumble, "me too."

there's a comfortable silence surrounding you two. your eyes meet and then break contact a few times. there's stars in the sky now, and then, the atmosphere changes.

"i feel like i let everyone down," he whispers. there's space between the two of you, and you're starting to hate it, "i let oikawa down. i let you down. i'm a shit volleyball player, and i'm a shit ace."

"oi," you narrow your eyes, "don't say that. you didn't let us down. and you aren’t a shit ace."

"but i am though," he argues, "i would've won the game that day if i didn't wanna let you down."

you sigh, scooching closer to him before you smack the side of his head lightly. he feigns pain, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks at you, "do you really want me to tell you what you say to oikawa all the time?"

he groans. you smile, "six who are strong are stronger together. i want you to remember that, okay? it wasn't your fault. everybody made mistakes. even kageyama made mistakes."

"but they won, anyway," he tsks, "i couldn't even get us to nationals."

this time, instead of smacking him, you pull him closer towards you. he looks at you, eyes red and glassy. his lips part, whispering, "what do i do?"

"rest," you whisper back, "you're supposed to rest after working hard for a very long time. so, rest."

he gulps the comforting air, leaning his head against your shoulder, "thank you."

"you don't thank friends, you moron," you sneer, "if you say sorry now, i will poke your eye. or even worse, that place where you're ticklish."

"i was totally not going to apologize for thanking you," he laughs, "but seriously, thank you."

"like i said, don't mention it."

maybe you would tell iwaizumi hajime that you were in love with him later. but that day was not going to be today. today, you were content just being his friend. today, you were going to get satisfaction from being there for him when he needs a shoulder to lean on the most. when he's not strong, but a crying mess who feels like he let every single one of his friends and teammates down.

today, you would be his best friend. and you would make him laugh as he cries.

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hxltic · 2 years

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That one time iwaizumi walked in on you getting ready and couldn’t keep his hands off you.

In a white towel you stand, surrounded by the tranquility of your shared master bathroom. You’d been there for a while, doing your makeup and overall getting ready, your beautiful diamond ring soaking in the cleanser beside you. Fully dressed, your now-husband awaits you from the kitchen.

A honeymoon. You never would’ve thought you’d find yourself here, in more ways than one. In Italy with a big, broad, handsome man practically at your command to trudge through life alongside you forever. And it’s Iwaizumi Hajime? God you were lucky.

Even just being here makes your mind happy, the flashbacks of last night replaying. How the glass hot tub of your resort looked over tall ranging mountains, how the charcuterie board was packed with different cheeses and even small pizza cuts, how he held you and his gaze being deep in your eyes whilst feeding you the green grapes—you were definitely pampered, spoiled to the upmost capacity. But that’s what you deserved.

Puckering your lips one last time, you untucked the towel at your chest and let it fall to the floor. The obsidian mermaid dress hung gorgeously from the door. It was off-shoulder with sleeves that stopped at your wrists. The dress was covered in sparkles like stars in the night too, which matched your accessories: a large necklace and hanging earrings. Of course, the brightest thing was still the jewel on your finger.

You loved your ring more than anything. The rock cost more than most of your friends’ mortgage. Anyway, you take it off the door and step inside. You pull the dress up your hips and over your arms, and you almost cry at yourself in the mirror. Seeing yourself like this was a moment to remember. This aside, you couldn’t get the zipper up.

So there you stand.

Oh wait! How foolish of you. You just got married. There’s people for this!

“Haji-!”

He already appears through the door handsomely with a “Hm,” spreading cologne on his neck and fixing his collar. It was coincidental.

You were taking the ring out of the cleaner, unaware that he had stopped dead in his tracks. Once you turn around and look up, it was as if he was frozen in time. Back to the moment when he’d fell in love with you.

Every single day you remind him why he did.

“Hajime?” Checking to see if he was still breathing, you pressed a light hand to his cheek with the tilt of your head. He was scanning your face intently.

He clears his throat, “Yes love?”

You show off your back to him and move your hair.

“Zip this up for me?”

He takes up the job. It starts normal, he pulls the zipper up about halfway. You watch him look down in the mirror before proceeding. Well—attempting to.

He tries again with a more steady hand resting firmly on your hip. Still unsuccessful, trying to stretch the fabric into more of a line, he ‘innocently’ pressed down on your shoulder and got significantly closer to your backside, forcing you to bend slightly over the counter. Your face flushed red with your elbows bent.

“Hajime?” You inquire.

“Hm? Yeah sorry- it’s stuck.”

What were you thinking? This dirty mind will be the death of you. When his brows continued to furrow, you realized that you may not wear one of the prettiest gowns you’ve ever put on and you literally just would not go to the event. This dress you didn’t even pick out held you close with growing attachment.

“Hold on.” He says. He fully folds you over. Your eyes go wide, but there’s a voice telling you to remain calm—It wasn’t anything.

He drops the zipper all the way to the bottom, planning to go back up from the start. However, he seems to get distracted and his hands slot their way through the opening to around your waist. Then it hits.

“Hajime-”

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taeyamayang · 2 years

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comforting you | hq, jjk, tr x reader

tsukki, iwaizumi, sugawara

megumi, nanami

rindou, mitsuya

ㅡthanks for reading! if anyone is feeling blue, i hope this helped you feel better :) per usual rbs and likes are very much appreciated.

Masterlist | HQ Masterlist | JJK Masterlist | TR Masterlist

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how-do-i-delete-this-acc · 2 years

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hq boys with an s/o who's scared of thunder

kuroo, kenma, suna, iwaizumi, atsumu x reader (separate)

warnings: fear

a/n: wrote this during a thunderstorm that occurred at like 1am in the morning bc thunder scares me idk its just big and boomy idk but yeah was hiding under my blanket and needed comfort so this is rly self-indulgent haha

you gasp at the sound of thunder crashing, your body flinching in fear and tears quickly forming in your eyes. you never knew why, but ever since you were a kid, you were terrified of thunder. you weren't scared of loud noises, nor were you scared of rain, but for some reason, thunder terrified you. you threw a blanket over urself and began to cry in ur bed, absolutely terrified.

that's when ur door creaks open and ur boyfriend walks in

kuroo

will not tease u or anything abt it

he will just use his very very long arms to wrap you in a big hug

lets you bury your face into his favorite hoodie and cry on it. that's how much he loves you

gives you warm soup and tea and treats you as if you caught a cold or smth

he's just overall very uncharacteristically sweet and comforting

its bc he doesn't like seeing u upset it literally shatters his heart into pieces

like seeing u cry makes him want to cry

once it's all over, he'll wait a day to resume his usual teasing

unless you bring it up first, he won't mention your reaction to the thunder

he doesn't want to strike a sensitive chord

he just wants you to be happy :)

kenma

fun fact i love this man

have i ever mentioned that i love this man

i love this man

ANYWAYS he would immediately pick up on your fear, but wouldn't rly know how to comfort you

does he give you a hug? give u some food? offer some comforting words? what would those comforting words even be?

yeah he has no idea what to do

he sits down awkwardly by your side on the bed and just puts a hand on your back

hes trying

lets u cry on him and cuddle with him

has no idea what to do but he's trying to make u feel better so he'll do anything that u want

water? yes. cuddles? absolutely. food? he's already on the delivery app ordering ur favorite

super awkward but he's trying and that's what counts

after the storm has passed, he'll play video games with you on his lap :)

suna

tackles you onto the bed when he sees your tears

just wordlessly cuddles you

he honestly is slightly clueless when it comes to emotions that aren't part of the mental vb game bc he's used to suppressing his own

just hugs and cuddles you

no words. only snuggles.

acts like it didn't happen afterwards

he does make sure check the forecast to see if there are any other storms coming up tho

iwaizumi

he doesn't rly understand why ur so scared of it

like its natural?? and common??

nonetheless, will pull u into his ripped arms and give u a big hug !

he'll rub your back soothingly and whisper words of comfort

constantly telling u that u have nothing to be scared of bc he's there

puts a blanket over u and cooks u some hearty soup after cuddling u

checks the forecast 24/7 bc if there's a storm he wants to be there w/ u

atsumu

when he first sees u shaking under a blanket, he laughs at u and calls u a little kid

however, when he sees ur tears and shaken-up expression, he's immediately at your side giving u a hug

like iwa, he doesn't know why ur so scared of it but comforts you nonetheless

tells u that's it's alright and rubs circles on ur thumb

gives u sour patch kids bc he has no idea what to do after like 5 minutes

tries to make u laugh

he'll put headphones over ur ears, close the curtains, turn on all the lights, and perform a wordless skit for u

rly sweet honestly

might tease u a lil bit afterwards but if u look even the slightest bit sad, embarrassed, etc abt it he will stop immediately and never tease u abt that ever again

a/n pt 2: this was so self-indulgent LMAO

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kisses4suna · 2 years

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hii, would you do akaashi and iwazumi and Kuroo if they found out their s/o would scratch themselves while washing their hands with soap aggressively so it makes their hands have scars? I use to do this all the time when I was stressed out. But I’m better now(:

FINDING OUT YOUR SCARS !

☆ featuring. akaashi, iwaizumi. gn!reader

☆ tw. scratching ? , mentions of ED ( eating disorders )

☆ a/n. hi babes! im so sorry about that :( i used to do that before too and it got really bad, my skin started peeling so i had to put a bunch of vaseline 😭😭 i’m so glad you got out of that habit!! and i am so sorry because i can only fit two charcaters for these, i’ll make a part two with kuroo and another chatacter ! also sorry if you waited long for this, ive been busy :((

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AKAASHI KEIJI

you would always hide your hands away from akaashi, always wear gloves, mittens, or either shove your hands inside your hoodie or jacket. he didn’t know why though. he thought maybe you didnt wanna hold his hands? or maybe you were insecure of them like him

he asked you about them one day, and you didnt want to hide anymore. “keiji.. my hands are ugly! their all scratched up and scarred! im sorry..” you say, frowning. you wished he could’ve found someone better, someone who would actually hold his hand, or even show them at all.

it takes him a minute to ponder on his thoughts, before he asks why, “i just washed my hands a lot.. i scrubbed too much and now their all rough.. ‘m sorry keiji.. i didn’t know they’d get this bad.” you looked down, too ashamed to look him in the eye. “it doesn’t matter.. scarred or not, your hands will always be beautiful to me, everything about you will be beautiful to me. i love you, i want you to know that.” he grabs your hands, pulling them both up to kiss them.

and he isn’t lying, scratches or no scratches, you’ll always be the most beautiful living thing he’s ever seen.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he was confused at first- maybe you weren’t one for physical touch, and just like akaashi he respected your wishes, but was just curious, always wondering why you never showed your hands, at all.

you two were both hanging out in his room, your hands shoved into your pocket of your favorite hoodie. it wasn’t till iwaizumi walked over to you, grabbing your face with his two hands and planted a kiss on your face, “hey” he says, looking down on you, where you were sat on his bed. “hi” is all you say, looking up at his tall figure. “i got you snacks” he said, “here, eat something”

“.. i think i’ll have some later.. i’m not that hungry” is all you say, shoving your hands deeper into your pockets. “c’mon, you barely ate anything all day, at least eat something, please?” he asks, sitting down next to you.

“hajime- really, im not that hungry” trying to convince him, he didn’t believe one bit of it. “y/n.. do you have an eating disorder?” he asks, worried. “what- no!” you say, eyes widening.

“then are you alright? why don’t you want to eat around me?”

“iwa, what do you mean! we always eat together-“ you ask, acting completely clueless, “yeah but you just sit there saying you aren’t hungry! i have to practically feed you myself!” he slightly yells.

“it’s cause i hate my hands!” you yell back. “your what?!” he asks, completely dumbfounded. “my hands.. i just, well..” you stutter out.

you bring out your hands to show him, all scarred and scratched. “hajime.. i hate ‘em.. i can’t do anything now with these scars..”

he sighs, he had a totally different idea in his head, “oh baby.. listen, im sorry i yelled at you alright? you know i love you, but you don’t need to hide those. i don’t care if their scared or bruised or burnt or anything.. i was just worried you weren’t eating or something.. you really scared the shit out of me..” he says, voice grumbling at the end of his sentence.

he leaned in and kissed your forehead, his hands interwinding with yours.

#kisses4suna #akaashi headcanons #akaashi x y/n #akaashi comfort #akaashi fluff #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi #akaashi x you #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi comfort #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi fanfic

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colorseeingchick · 2 years

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Welcome Home (Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader)

Summary: It's Iwa's first birthday away from home, and so his college friends decide to get him the best gift they could think of. But perhaps what they get him was a bit too much of a surprise, because the gift (and everything that followed) were all events that Iwa was far from prepared for.

A/N: Egregiously late. What's new. Hbd birthday boy. If you just want the fluff and borderline spice then jump to "***6."

Rating: Teen (17+). 9/10 on spice.

W/C: 4.5k oh my- I'm sorry y'all lol. Enjoy the college interactions.

Warnings/Tags: Lots of swearing. Very suggestive. Explicit sexual implications. Implications of arousal. Alcohol use mentioned. Drunk behavior mentioned. College fic.

How the fuck did Iwaizumi get here? No, no, he wasn’t drunk (or rather, that drunk) last night, he didn’t black out. And no, he knows the exact sequence of events that lead him here. But how he got into the position where he wakes up to you in his bed- how this is real- is what he doesn’t know.

Opening his eyes and seeing your body overlapping with his, your hands twisting into his shirt, your nose nestling against his collarbone, your legs delicately entangled into the blanket, wrapping around his hips. He’s hyper aware of the warm skin of your thigh resting against the exposed skin of his lower belly, his shirt riding up. But you aren’t the only one in a compromising position. He is the one who woke up to his hands resting on places he’d never expected (only dreamed) of being on. His right arm is snaked around your waist, his fingers grazing the skin above the hem of your shorts. His left hand is gently cupping the base of your neck, hidden only by the length of your hair, which is so soft to the touch.

How the fuck did I get here, Iwaizumi thinks again as he gazes at you.

***1.

“Yo, Iwaizumi!!” A gentle voice calls. Iwaizumi hears it faintly.

“G’mornin’ Iwa,” an aggressive knock raps against his door followed by a deeper voice yells, “getcho ass out here.”

Iwaizumi’s roommates are calling him out to the living room of their apartment early on Thursday morning. He’s still half asleep when he rolls out of bed to find out what the fuck they wanted at this ungodly hour. After coming back from his internship late the day before, he was going to take full advantage of the beginning of his long weekend off. At least, that was the initial plan.

“What do you want, you dumbasses?” He rubs the sleep out of his face as he side eyes the two boys who were grinning goofily at him. The two had honed in on Iwaizumi early during the first year and adopted him as the third member of their squad. They’d honestly made the transition from Japan a lot easier for him, even though they annoyed him every step of the way.

“Sit down, Iwa,” Jonathan pats the beat up la-Z-boy recliner he had turned to face the windowsill.

“You’ll wanna be sitting for this one,” Aryan adds, popping open a Red Bull.

Iwaizumi slowly strolls over to the chair before sinking into it, staring with narrowed eyes at the two boys who are now sitting on said windowsill, heads downturned.

“This shit’s making me nervous, so spit it out,” Iwaizumi slowly says. He’d never been the best with suspense.

“So…your birthday is tomorrow…” Aryan pipes up after a long sip at his Red Bull.

“...but, we got you your gift early,” Jonathan smiles as he tells Iwaizumi the news.

All three sit in silence for a good few seconds.

“...Oh-kay… uh, where…where is it?” Iwaizumi asks.

Jonathan looks to Aryan, Aryan looks to Jonathan, exchanging an empty stare before Jonathan kicks Aryan in the leg.

“OW! Oh- OH.” Aryan pulls out a cup of coffee from behind him on the sill.

“What, you’re giving up your Red Bull addiction as a gift and switching to something more normal?” Iwaizumi snarks instinctually.

“No, what!?” Aryan is intensely offended.

“No, no, Iwa. But I’m asking for that to be my gift when my birthday comes," Jonathan says with disdain as he stares at the drink.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Aryan scoffs as he uses his other hand to pull his Red Bull close to his chest.

“It’s disgusting, is my problem, and that shit takes up an entire two rows in the fridge! Our fridge cannot be only Red Bull dog,” Jonathan bickers back.

Iwaizumi usually finds their antics amusing, but he’s too tired for this right now. “I shoulda figured this was some dumb shit.” He chuckles as he swipes his hand over his face. “I’m out-”

He feels the rocking recliner lean back. “You callin’ me dumb, Hajime?”

He almost didn’t hear it over the ruckus of Jonathan trying to wrestle the Red Bull out of Aryan’s hand while they both tried to keep the mug of coffee from spilling. But he did hear it. Immediately, Iwaizumi whips his head around, jumping out of the chair, and finds you standing on the other side, arms resting on the top of the chair, a small smile and brilliant eyes shining at him.

“Y/N?!”

You giggle at his wide eyes and slack jaw. “Hey. I bet you didn’t expect to see me he-” your words are cut off as Iwaizumi stumbles forward, launching himself forward so he can reach his arms out far enough to nab you and pull you against his chest, hard.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He mumbles in shock, pulling you away after a few seconds and squeezing your shoulders, making sure you’re really here.

You’d been friends with Iwaizumi since you were 6, and you’d been close since then, but hugging and just touching in general weren’t frequent occurrences back at home. But after spending 3 years in school in the States, both of you were now more comfortable with hugging all friends, regardless of gender. But while you were both now used to close contact with others, close contact with each other was still a distant memory.

That’s the realization running through Iwaizumi’s head when he drops his grasp from your shoulders.

“Surprise!” Jonathan and Aryan chant out in sync with those wide grins on their faces again.

“You guys did this?” Iwaizumi’s eyes are still wide as he approaches his boys again.

“We knew this was your first birthday not at home, and we knew Y/N was only in New York, and so we figured we’d bring a piece of home to you,” Jonathan now becomes a bit more nervous as he explains his reasoning.

As he slowly processes everything, Iwaizumi turns back to you. “But tickets to and from Cali and New York are ridiculously expensive right now, how could you even-”

“Your friends helped me out,” you say with a smile.

“Everyone, the entire GH3 gang pitched in, so it didn’t end up being that much. But you better like the gift because there’s no return policy,” Aryan quips as he holds the coffee out for you to grab, which you quickly take before he spills,. Iwaizumi walks in between the both of them and throws his arms around Jonathan's and Aryan's shoulders, pulling them in for a hug.

"What was with the coffee then?" Iwaizumi asks as he pulls away from them.

Aryan and Jonathan exchange a look, leaving you giggling. "A failed attempt at being cutesy. Aryan fucked it up," Jonathan says.

"Nah it's your fault for tryna be CUTESY bro I'm not good with that stuff," Aryan whines.

“You guys are crazy," Iwa says as he sighs.

“We kinda are,” Jonathan responds.

“And you love it,” Aryan adds.

You sip on the coffee and smile. Your smile widens when Iwaizumi looks at you with a happy gaze again, face relaxed. “You have some good friends,” you tell him in Japanese.

“Guess I’m a super lucky guy,” he responds back, his native language rolling off his tongue.

You both miss the glance Aryan and Jonathan share. “You two can do whatever it is… that y’all wanna do,” Jonathan instructs as he walks back to his room.

“Yeah we don’t wanna get in the way of uh, any activities you might wanna do, togeth-” Aryan tries to say until Jonathan elbows him in the gut. Iwaizumi just questioningly raises an eyebrow.

“Just be ready for the party tomorrow, we’re leaving by like, 10,” Jonathan says before aggressively shoving Aryan out of sight in the hallway.

You just laugh, so Iwaizumi lets go of whatever stupid stuff his boys were on about, turning to smile at you instead. “So, how was your flight?”

"I'll tell you all about it."

***2.

“You’re such a bad liar, Iwaizumi,” Jonathan says.

Iwaizumi’s eyes grow wide at his roommates accusation.

“What! What did I say, Jon?”

The girl next to him snorts. “Ugh, Iwa, you’re so stupid.”

“Fuck off, C,” Iwaizumi talks back, taking a sip from his drink to try and ignore his friends’ insults.

The three of them are all on a sofa in the corner of C’s apartment, chilling out as Iwaizumi’s “birthday party” continues on. Iwaizumi does enjoy the occasional party, never minding the fun, but his preference is always a kickback. He loves the upbeat music and the apartment fill with engaged conversations in different corners.

“You’re telling us you guys AREN’T dating? Like, she isn’t your girl?” Jonathan asks.

“Who, Y/N? No, no. We aren’t dating.”

“But you want to.” C quickly follows up, watching Iwaizumi’s reactions closely.

“...You guys are annoying,” he sips his Roman Coke, thinking that the alcohol is finally warming up his face.

“Oh my God, he’s blushing!” C calls out.

“I’m literally drinking alcohol, that’s why-”

“Ohh my- I know you didn’t just try to ‘Asian flush’ your way out of this,” Jonathan says, heated.

“What’s going on?” Aryan walks up to the couch.

“Aryan, Iwaizumi just tried to say he’s not blushing, he’s just got the Asian flush,” Jonathan tattles as Iwaizumi continues to grow more red.

“Oh my- Iwa you’re such a bad liar- you literally barely get red over alc ever,” Aryan snorts out.

“THAT’S WHAT I WAS SAYING- Dap me up dap me up-” Jonathan and Aryan continue to bro out as C laughs. Iwaizumi can’t help but chuckle as well, cheeks still warm.

“That excuse isn’t going to work, not with us,” C tells him lowly, her subtle jealousy of his high alcohol tolerance showing. Most of their friend group is Asian, and so many of them got red especially quickly. But not Iwaizumi.

“Yeah, that wasn’t the best move huh,” Iwaizumi says as he downs the rest of his cup.

“Even if you were just red cuz of the alc, we’d know you’re still lying about Y/N. The way you’ve been staring at her dreamy eyed gives it all away, you know,” C says.

He pauses for a second, seemingly zoned out. But then, he lets his concerns verbalize. “She’s on the other side of the country, C. And who knows where we both will end up after this year. I fucked it up by not making her mine 7 years ago, or any time since then-”

“But she hasn’t dated any one else since then?”

“No.”

“And neither have you, correct?”

“I haven’t dated, yeah.”

“If someone addressed her as your girlfriend, would you be disgusted? Or freak out?”

Iwaizumi shifts in his seat. “No, no, I’d…I’d like that honestly.”

“And she doesn’t mind you being called her boyfriend either.”

“What? How do you know that?”

“I tested it out.”

“What do you mean, you test-”

Iwaizumi is cut off by a tipsy Aryan throwing an arm around his shoulder. “Bro, y’all are meant to be. Y’all wanna cuff each other so bad, bro, it’s obvious to everyone.”

“Cuff?” Iwa asks.

“Date,” Jonathan clarifies.

“So just fucking do it. She’s waited this long for you to make a move, don’t… don’t waste any more…time….” Aryan says as he puts his head on Iwa’s shoulder, eyes closing.

“This dumbass took 2 more shots, so don’t mind him, I guess,” Jonathan adds as Iwa smiles a little, amused at his friend’s drunken act. “But he’s right. We wouldn’t jump through hoops to get her here if we didn’t know how important you both are to each other.”

“Y’all are basically dating anyways, just with no label and a bunch of unnecessary limitations addedd,” C says as she sips her crazy concoction. “If you don’t make a move, I’ll just have to make her my girlfriend,” she jokingly threatens.

Aryan suddenly wakes up from Iwa’s shoulder, eyes still closed but a wide smile on his face. “Yeahhh C, Ms. Steal yo Girl over here!”

“Shut the fuck up, Aryan,” she laughs out. Jonathan rolls his eyes and pulls Aryan back onto him, so Iwaizumi is finally free.

“Go dude, we’ll be here no matter how shit pans out. She’s on the balcony now.”

***3.

“Yo,” Iwaizumi says as he closes the door behind him, stealing a final glance at the aggressive thumbs up from inside the apartment. As he walks up to you leaning against the railing, he’s surprised to see how drunk you look- eyes droopy, face relaxed, a dazed look on your face.

“Hajime.”

“Y/N, are you-?” he’s cut off this time by you throwing your body against his, wrapping your arms around his waist as your face hides against his shirt.

“Tadaimaa~” you say, slipping back into Japanese. (I’m home).

“Oi, Y/N, you’re in California, with me, You’re not home yet,” he says as he lets his hand rub your upper back soothingly.

“No, Hajime,” the way you say his name makes his heart stutter. It only ever came out on accident, but since you first said it in 7th grade, you were the only one (except immediate family) who called him by his first name. . “Any time I’m with you, I feel like I’m home. I miss everyone. But I’ve missed you the most, and now I’m finally with you again. I’m home.”

His heart beats faster at your words, as he understands exactly what you’re saying. Because he feels the same.

He’s shocked when you reach up and grab his face with both hands, pulling him close to you. Half lidded eyes only partially hide the glimmer in your dilated pupils. He doesn’t stop you as you push your forehead and then nose against his own, he just holds his breath in anticipation. As you slip your nose to the right, closing the centimeter-wide gap, Iwaizumi closes his eyes, too, his grip on your back tightening.

“Tadaima, Hajime~” you say, your lips brushing against his as you speak, before you let your head fall to the side, pressing into Iwaizumi’s shoulder.

He finally breathes, taking a moment to recompose himself before standing upright again, letting your head rest against his torso. “Okaeri, Y/N,” he whispers as he sweeps you into his arms, staring admiringly at your sleepy face. (Welcome back).

***4.

“Yo, is she good?” Jonathan asks as Iwaizumi walks back into the house with you in his arms.

“Yeah, she just fell asleep.” he says quietly, nodding appreciatively at C who lowers the music.

“Do you want to keep her in my room? I’d offer her the couch, but it looks like Aryan’s dumbass isn’t gonna be waking up any time soon,” C says, cuing all of them to turn and see Aryan, who looks dead on the couch.

Keeping her in C’s room could work… but… his grip on you tightens.

“It’s okay. I don’t want her to panic if she wakes up confused. She’ll be able to get me if she’s in my apartment, so I’ll just take her back.”

“How’d the convo go?”

“It didn’t. She passed out before we could talk,” he looks down at you again.

“This is the most physical contact you’ve had with a girl ever, bro. And you both look comfortable. I’m sure it’ll go fine when it does happen.” Jonathan says with a smile.

“I think you’re right, Jon. Walk back with me?” Iwaizumi asks, smiling and nodding at all his friends who waved goodbye from throughout the apartment.

“Yeah, I gotchu.”

“Take care of our girlfriend, kay? Goodnight.” C smiles as she closes the door behind Iwaizumi.

***5.

He decides there’s no way he can leave you on the couch. He’d much rather sleep there himself, so he puts you in his room and grabs your night stuff.

You’d taught him about makeup remover and skincare back in the day, and he considers himself lucky for remembering it now. He knows to lightly tug off your falsies and to use the pink capped bottle with a cotton ball to remove your makeup. Surprisingly, you sat up for him. He makes the executive decision to forgo the serums and lotions in your bag, because he couldn’t remember that well.

Getting you changed is also a hassle, but he manages to get you awake enough to change yourself into your shorts and a shirt of his own (you had your own sleep shirt, so don’t ask me what possessed him to pull one out of his drawer). After he quickly changes into a pair of shorts and shirt himself, he guides you to lay back in his bed.

“Mm, Hajime,” you say in sleep, pushing your nose into his pillow.

Hearing you and watching you do that made his stomach flip, but he pushes that to the side for now. With a final push of your hair out of your face, he pulls back to leave.

That is, until you grab his hand, eyes still closed.

“Stay, Hajime. Please.”

He doesn’t have the willpower to say no to you. It’s not possible. So he sighs. 5 minutes next to her couldn’t hurt. I’ll just be next to her. Yeah. 5 minutes will be fine…

He squishes into the bed next to you, keeping his hands rigidly by his side while sleeping on his back. He turns his head to face you, eyes finally shutting, the image of your delicate features at rest being the last thing he sees before falling asleep.

***6.

None of that explains how you got entangled with him like this. He just doesn’t understand.

Iwaizumi realizes he’s wasted so much time trying to figure out how he got here, when he should have been figuring out how to get tf out. You start to take deep breaths, eyebrows furrowing as you readjust, slowly waking up.

In his panic, he closes his eyes and pretends to sleep. He feels like he’s holding his breath when he feels your breath speed up against his neck. Suddenly, he feels you jolt a little, propping yourself up against his chest. “Fuck,” he hears you mutter under your breath. But he’s surprised when you go silent for a minute, unsure of what you are doing and thinking. He’s even more surprised when you lay your head back down against his chest, your hands coming up to caress his chest.

Now his heart is racing. You have to be able to feel it beating out of his chest, too. Why did you pretend to sleep? Curiosity takes over as he peaks open an eye, only to find you peering up at him, too.

You both jump at the eye contact, Iwaizumi pushing himself farther up the bed and you scooching back to the edge of the mattress.

“You scared me!” You scold him.

“You were pretending to go back to sleep! I didn’t know what to do!” He defends with intensity.

“Well you’d only know what I was doing if you were awake the whole time! So you had to be pretending to sleep first!” Your elbows are digging into the bed as you prop yourself up, getting in the final word.

You’ve got him there. And it’s not like he could escape, because his side of the bed is up against the wall. So in panic and desperation, Iwaizumi huffs, turns around, and goes back into a sleeping position facing said wall, pretending like you aren’t behind him.

“Hajime! I know you’re still awake, don’t be stupid.” You tap his shoulder. No response. “Hajimee, please. We have to talk.” You try this 2, 3 more times, but he refuses to turn. He knows your right. But without the liquid courage coursing through his veins anymore, he’s suddenly not as prepared to talk about your 10+ years of romantic tension, all while half asleep.

Nothing would have prepared Iwaizumi for you to tug his shoulder, push him flat against the bed, and then toss your leg over his torso, taking a seat on his lower belly. He is even less prepared for you to grab his wrists and pin his arms to the side of his face, your eyes wide with a determined look.

“Hajime, I think this is a conversation both of us have been putting off for a while, but we really should talk about…us. I feel like we are both on the same page, but I don’t always know. Ever since-”

Iwaizumi listens to you. Well, tries to listen to you. But all the words are in one ear and out the other, because he knows damn well focusing is a lost cause right now.

You look gorgeous, sitting on top of him like that. And he feels like a perv for even thinking about it, but he can’t help but really look at you, your mussed hair, how small you are in his shirt with the way it engulfs you and even a bit of your legs.

But Iwaizumi is also terrified. Terrified because of where you are, and if you were to shift backwards even a bit, he would have a much bigger problem than the whole ordeal from the night before.

He coulda just thrown you off him, if he really wanted to. But the kicker is that he doesn’t want to. He wants you this close, for as long as he can have it be that way. But I can’t stay like this forever. He’s gotta listen because he knows you’re right, the conversation was long overdue.

“Hajime, are you even listening to me-ah!”

Iwaizumi grabs your hips and pulls you a bit higher onto his stomach- not too much higher, but just away from what he would consider the, uh, danger zone. Your whole body jerks, your hands planting by the sides of his head. And now, you’re awfully close to his face… just when one problem is taken care of, another one appears.

You both could drown, the way you stare into each other’s eyes. And he would be fine with that.

“I’m gonna keep this simple,” you start talking after a long pause, not breaking eye contact. Iwaizumi wordlessly acknowledges, squeezing your hips (he hadn’t removed his hands after moving you). “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you. And I want you.” Your hands slide up to the sides of his face, thumbs caressing his cheek bone. “So can I finish what I started yesterday?”

Those words are enough to rip the anxiety straight out of Iwaizumi’s chest and replace it with overwhelming relief and desire. Now that he knows you can be his, that you want him to be yours, he won’t hesitate to make that a reality.

He doesn’t even say yes. He grabs the back of your neck with one hand while the other grabs your face, pulling you in and closing his eyes the moment his lips make contact with yours.

His hands and body radiate warmth. His lips are shockingly soft, gentle but eager in the way they navigate yours.

Kissing you is more satisfying than he could ever dream of. So many nights and days spent yearning for you, for your touch and taste, and somehow getting it is even more euphoric. He’s instantly addicted. He soon lets his hand on your face migrate to your waist, and he wordlessly pulls you against his body before rolling you over, now the one looming over you.

He opts to control himself a bit, taking a minute to breathe when your legs wrap around his waist. Just kissing, for now. Don’t ruin it. He’s always been worried about making a move and ruining one of the most important friendships he’s ever had. But now that he has you, he doesn’t want you to think he’s just coming for your body. He’s willing to work his way up to that (and truth be told, he isn’t sure if he’s fully ready to get into it just yet either).

All that wasn’t gonna stop him from kissing you breathless, though. He presses his torso against yours a bit, just to add a bit of pressure and to feel more of you. While one of his hands stays behind your neck, the other rubbing circles into your hip (he’s never made out with someone before, so he’s going off instincts and what his boys have told him-- Aryan, Jon, Makki, Mattsun, and Oikawa all had lots of advice to give). He takes over the pace of the kisses, leaning in and massaging the back of your neck as he goes. Your hands move back and forth from his face to his shoulders down to his arms, squeezing his biceps intermittently.

Riding the high, he decides to try something both Aryan and Makki are big fans of. He presses his nose into the spot behind your ear while his lips latch onto the spot below your jaw. And gently, he bites.

You giggle in response, your hands wrapping around his neck. “Haji, try and like, suck on that spot a bit more, don’t bite as much, mkay?”

Blushing and slightly embarrassed at his own fumbling, he listens to your instruction. But the noise you let out and the way you pull his hair proves worth the attention he gave your instructions.

After another 10 minutes of you two all up on each other, Iwaizumi finally rolls over to the side and pulls you against his chest, hugging you.

“...So…I feel the same way. If that wasn’t, uh, wasn’t super clear, or anything,” he finally says.

“Feel what way?” You bait, turning your head up from against his chest to look at him.

For someone who had no problem kissing you like crazy, words are suddenly really hard. Not because the words he wanted to say weren’t true, but rather because they were words he’d never imagine coming out of his mouth.

Face blaring red, he tilts his head down to look at you, pulling you closer.

“Suki da yo. Y/N.” He says it quietly, but it hits you when he looks into your eyes earnestly. “I’ve loved you for so long. So please, date me. Be my girlfriend. I’ve thought about it way too much, but I think we will make long distance work. And eventually we can be together again, and you won’t have to worry about anything else, because I’ve only ever wanted to be with you, and I don’t think I could change that if I tried-”

You stop his rambling with a soft kiss. “Yes, Haji. I’ll be your girlfriend. We already talk to each other every day, and I’m sure we will find a way to make it work. I’m gonna miss being with you, but I’d rather know your mine and far away than not have you at all,” you say as you nuzzle his chest.

He glows at you. “Actually, I have something to tell you, too.”

“Yeah?”

“So remember how I was shocked you came here from New York?”

“Mhm.”

“Because of how expensive it is?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know why I knew the price of tickets right now?”

You stop, clearly thinking. “..How?”

“Because I booked a roundtrip flight for next week myself.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, I, I missed you a lot. So I was gonna come visit you on my week off.”

“Hajime! For real!”

“Yeah, for real.”

You prop yourself up just to jump on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “You’re the best.”

He doesn’t even know what to say, so instead, he just wraps his arms around your back as well, keeping you close.

This has to be the best birthday ever.

A/N Notes: I HAVE SO MANY

The coffee mug was a mug of yours that you gave Iwaizumi, and so the boys thought it would be funny for you to reclaim your mug casually and walk in as if nothing was out of place. But then they fucked it up and in hindsight realized how dumb of a plan it would've been.

Aryan is ethnically Indian, Jonathan is ethnically Korean, and C is also an international student from Thailand. Their friend group is based off my own and our interactions <3

C came up to you and said "it's so sweet of you to come visit your boyfriend for his birthday!" she was expecting you to blush and maybe correct her maybe not. She wasn't expecting you to say "Iwaizumi's not my boyfriend. Yet. I'm gonna ask him out soon though." But that's what you did. She immediately liked how straight forward you were. Also she was the first to know you were gonna make a move lol.

You'd called Oiks, Mattsun, and Makki before going to Cali. They had also been very supportive of you making a move.

Iwaizumi pretended to not see your sleep shirt because he really just wanted to see you in his shirt, but he'd never admit that.

Jonathan and Aryan quickly befriended you as well, welcoming you as an honorary roommate.

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heartsoji · 1 year

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hq boys with an s/o who's scared of thunder

kuroo, kenma, suna, iwaizumi, atsumu x reader (separate)

warnings: fear

that's when ur door creaks open and ur boyfriend walks in

kuroo

will not tease u or anything abt it

he will just use his very very long arms to wrap you in a big hug

lets you bury your face into his favorite hoodie and cry on it. that's how much he loves you

gives you warm soup and tea and treats you as if you caught a cold or smth

he's just overall very uncharacteristically sweet and comforting

its bc he doesn't like seeing u upset it literally shatters his heart into pieces

like seeing u cry makes him want to cry

once it's all over, he'll wait a day to resume his usual teasing

unless you bring it up first, he won't mention your reaction to the thunder

he doesn't want to strike a sensitive chord

he just wants you to be happy :)

kenma

fun fact i love this man

have i ever mentioned that i love this man

i love this man

ANYWAYS he would immediately pick up on your fear, but wouldn't rly know how to comfort you

does he give you a hug? give u some food? offer some comforting words? what would those comforting words even be?

yeah he has no idea what to do

he sits down awkwardly by your side on the bed and just puts a hand on your back

hes trying

lets u cry on him and cuddle with him

has no idea what to do but he's trying to make u feel better so he'll do anything that u want

water? yes. cuddles? absolutely. food? he's already on the delivery app ordering ur favorite

super awkward but he's trying and that's what counts

after the storm has passed, he'll play video games with you on his lap :)

suna

tackles you onto the bed when he sees your tears

just wordlessly cuddles you

he honestly is slightly clueless when it comes to emotions that aren't part of the mental vb game bc he's used to suppressing his own

just hugs and cuddles you

no words. only snuggles.

acts like it didn't happen afterwards

he does make sure check the forecast to see if there are any other storms coming up tho

iwaizumi

he doesn't rly understand why ur so scared of it

like its natural?? and common??

nonetheless, will pull u into his ripped arms and give u a big hug !

he'll rub your back soothingly and whisper words of comfort

constantly telling u that u have nothing to be scared of bc he's there

puts a blanket over u and cooks u some hearty soup after cuddling u

checks the forecast 24/7 bc if there's a storm he wants to be there w/ u

atsumu

when he first sees u shaking under a blanket, he laughs at u and calls u a little kid

however, when he sees ur tears and shaken-up expression, he's immediately at your side giving u a hug

like iwa, he doesn't know why ur so scared of it but comforts you nonetheless

tells u that's it's alright and rubs circles on ur thumb

gives u sour patch kids bc he has no idea what to do after like 5 minutes

tries to make u laugh

he'll put headphones over ur ears, close the curtains, turn on all the lights, and perform a mime skit for u

rly sweet honestly

might tease u a lil bit afterwards but if u look even the slightest bit sad, embarrassed, etc abt it he will stop immediately and never tease u abt that ever again

a/n pt 2: this was so self-indulgent LMAO

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strawberrykake · 2 years

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compassion never fails

notes: requested, dancer!reader doesn’t get into competition team, hq boyfriends comfort, angst, comfort, fluff,

warnings: none

oikawa, iwaizumi, bokuto, hinata || dancer!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Oikawa ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

as someone who never saw himself to nationals, he understands the frustration of working hard yet losing anyways

so when you start crying on his shoulder, he can't help but feel sympathetic, getting emotional himself

"this isn't the end [y/n].." he says, holding you close.

will do everything in his power to uplift your mood

"cmon, let's go get some frozen yogurt, yeah? My treat." he’d offer. “Celebrate all of your hard work. I know you did.”

you take his hand, making him happily chirp

he pulls out his earbuds connected to his phone, handing you one side to listen along to the music

as you both walked, hand in hand to the fro-yo shop nearby, he’d hum along to the music

sometimes lifting the hand holding yours to give a kiss on the back of your palm

and muttering i love you’s into your skin

little moments like these reminds you that at the end of the day, you’ll always return to him: your best achievement of all

you bet he feels the same way about you

just like how you find comfort in him, he finds comfort in you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Iwaizumi ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

he's astoUNDed bc you? are incredible at dancing, how is it even possible...

"it must suck...FOR THEM" bc he genuinely thinks they missed out on your talent

when he notices you getting all sad and mopey

he pulls you in a strong embrace

“let’s cuddle?” he requests, kissing the top of ur head

you nod, making the volleyball ace move you towards the couch

as you both hold onto each other’s embrace, relishing the calm silence your bf speaks up, making you open your eyes

“you know you’re incredible right?” He says, a dark pink shade forming on his cheeks at the sudden compliment towards you.

when you shrug, muttering an “I don’t know about that”, the shyness in his eyes are gone

now his solemn gaze is aimed towards you

“i’m serious,” he holds your chin up, making you turn back to him. “You’re absolutely amazing. I see the way you work hard, the way you’re always striving to be at your best. I wish I could even have half of the determination you possess.”

he kisses your (now pink) nose and heated cheeks. “I’m just lucky enough to date you.”

you remain silent, processing his words.

at this point, he could just call you his lil tomato based on how red you get when you’re around him

He finds it cute, pinching your cheeks.

“What? cat got your tongue?” he chuckles.

“Th-thanks, Haji,” you whisper.

“Always here for you. You know that.”

“I love you,” you say, before pulling him close to kiss him.

He chuckles, reciprocating your words under his breath as he presses his lips on yours

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Bokuto ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

you were always there during his emotional moments

don’t think for a sec that he wouldn’t be there for yours either

he’s being extra caring and soft during these times with you

when you told him about your loss in joining the competitive dance team, he first shouted a loud: “What?!” making birds around him flock

you shush him, smiling at the odd stares (of fukurodani vb teammates lol) going your way

“Oh, sorry.” He makes a quick apology, lowering his voice. “Well, are you alright?”

His eyes search yours, looking for his answer.

“Honestly…?” you give a sad smile, shaking your head ‘no’.

He inhales deeply.

“Ok.” Is all he says, taking your hand and turning to his team.

“We’re going, guys! Bye-bye!” Your bf waves to them, running away with you.

“Babe, where are we going?” you ask, trying to catch up to his long strides.

“The arcade,” he says, walking over to his bike.

Arcade??

“S-suddenly?” you ask as he sits, patting the seat behind him for you to hop on.

“Hmm..” he pauses his thoughts, loosening his uniforms’ tie. “Yes.” He turns around and waits for you to get on the bike.

oh, what the heck.

and with that, you both take a ride to the arcade, your arms wrapping his waist, snuggling him as he talks about his day with you.

Bokuto has a way of clearing your mind from the mess that goes on in your life, he’s like the light at the end of a dark tunnel

It shows during times like this

And when he lets you win the first few games just to see you make the smug look on your face that he misses

—he ends up trying to win,,,yet you kept beating him—

you laugh as you watch him try to get the premium item from the claw machine for the sixth time

“Babe, if you’re not having fun, we could go,” you pat his back, as he presses his face against the glass box.

He stops mid-game to face you. “Are you having fun?” His expression changes.

“Oh,” surprised by his abrupt change in demeanor, you look down, blushing. “Yeah.”

He smiles, chuckling. “Then, thats all that matters!”

“But that’s because I’m with you, Ko,” you say sheepishly. “I always have fun when I’m with you.”

You’ve never seen Bokuto blush so much.

“A-alright then! Let’s get out of here,” he takes your hand, face still hot , making you giggle.

You spend the rest of the day with him, just having the time of your lives glad to have each other.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hinata ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳

“you didn’t make it in?” he asks with a saddened look when you tell him about not getting into the competitive dance team.

bc all of your dreams are his too

it only crushes his heart more to see your disheartening gaze

“Sorry, this is so uncool,” you say, wiping tears away, embarrassed by your crying

“Despite everything, you still manage to be the most coolest person I know,” he wipes your tears away, moving close to you.

Once again Hinata goes on and on, babbling abt how he admires you

All without realizing the flustered mess you are because it’s just in his nature to unabashedly spit compliments,admiring another’s strengths, and praising them

If it were someone else, you would’ve thought they were just saying it to make you feel better

But knowing Hinata, he’s super expressive with his thoughts

You’d be able to know when he’s lying because he’s easy to read, like a book

That’s what makes you so flustered as he went on and on about your skillset

His eyes would wonder off into the distance, bringing up the cool moves you’d do, as if visualizing it in his head as he smiles, amazed

“Y-you’re just really, cool!” he stutters in his sentence when he realizes he’s been chatting for so long.

His eyes shift back to yours and he notices your crimson face, tears pricking

“Th-thank you, Shoyo,” you sniff. “I think you’re really awesome, too.”

He smiles, pulling you in a hug.

“Don’t you worry, [y/n]. I believe you can get through this,” the redhead murmurs into your shoulder as he places a kiss on it.

“You always do.”

His words make your heart skip a bit.

He pulls back to give you a huge grin, dimples appearing under his eyes.

You lean up to kiss them, making him giggle.

He’s the literal sunshine on your cloudy days.

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white-poppie · 2 years

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Kitty-incidence

Characters: I.Hajime x Gn! reader Genre: fluff Writer: @ white-poppie Song recommendation: Backyard boy

HAIKYU!! (ハイキュー!!)

Iwaizumi huffed after seeing the grey clouds of deuterium floating like sail-boats high above. The faint tapping of rain against his window-sill made it impossible for him to concentrate on the book lying on the table.

He sighed and closed his book. Looking out of his window, he was pedestrians walking with their colourful umbrellas and raincoats, kids splashing in muddy puddles, cars speeding across them.

His eyes fell on a certain figure, drenched from head to toe, staggering around in their wet clothes with a bundle in their hand.

It didn’t take him long to realize who it was, Y/N L/N from year two. The person he was shipped with by the entirety of his team due to his extremely obvious crush on them.

He rushed downstairs and wore his shoes, taking an umbrella from the stand in his porch he ran out towards you.

“Y/N?” he shouted causing you to look back at him.

“Iwa senpai? What are you doing here?”

“I should be the one asking you that,” he huffed, “why are you out in the rain, do you want to get sick?”

You showed the small bundle wrapped in your rain coat, it was a shuddering cat, obviously breathing very slow.

“I saw her on my way, I couldn’t have left her alone, her breathing is very shallow,” you sniffed, “there is a vet nearby, I just need to take her there.”

Hajime rubbed a hand on his face and gave you the umbrella, “hold this, I will be back very quick.”

You nodded mindlessly and held the umbrella.

Within seconds Iwaizumi came running back with a second umbrella and a towel, “I’ll wrap this around the cat, you wear your rain coat.”

You gave the cat to Iwaizumi, he wrapped her tightly like a burrito while you wore the raincoat.

“Let’s go,” he said opening the umbrella and giving the cat to you.

After reaching the vet, you two patiently waited for the doctor’s analysis.

“She just has a little fever,” the vet checked, “give her some medicines and she will be fine.”

Getting out of the clinic, you smiled at Hajime, “I am so glad she is okay.”

He nodded in understanding, “me too.”

“Thank you for helping me today,” you bowed in gratitude at Iwaizumi.

“Don’t mention it,” he chuckled leaning down to meet the cat, “I’ll come visit you soon.”

You laughed and held her paw, “Say bye, Haji.”

Oh god, if Iwaizumi wasn’t blushing earlier, he was now, for sure. Did you just name the cat Haji? Was this flirting or was this a way of gratitude. His ears turned red and he cleared his throat, “I-I will leave now.”

“Bye Iwa Senpai!”

“Iwa Senpai~” God his ears were ringing at this point.

“Iwa Senpai~”

“IWA SENPAI!” Iwaizumi flinched as he came back to his senses...a bit too late because he couldn’t control the ball that hit him on his face.

Kindaichi rushed to get the ball while Iwaizumi robbed his nose, groaning in pain.

“Iwa Senpai you have been very distracted today, are you sick?”

“No-I-”

“Yes he is,” Oikawa said smugly, spinning the ball on his index finger, “your Iwa senpai is lovesick.”

“Ehhh...” now everyone in the gym was suddenly interested.

“Who is it, Iwa senpai?” Kunimi questioned.

“This is stupid,” Kyotani tsked, continuing his practice.

“You are salty because no one likes you,” Matsukawa stated and Kyotani just growled.

“But really Iwaizumi, who is it?” Hanamaki questioned. Iwaizumi’s cheks were flushed with embarrassment.

“Its no one,” he replied and comments of ‘lie’ echoed in the gym.

“It’s Y/n,” Oikawa smirked and Iwaizumi cursed under his breath.

“Wait...Y/n as in Y/n L/n from my class?” Kunimi explained.

“Damnn Iwa likes the younger ones, huh?” Hanamaki chuckled.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, hiding his red face behind his palms.

“Aww he is getting flustered.” Iwa groaned at the mocking of his teammates. It was technically your fault to make him act like a 12-year-old in love.

“I am going to get some water,” he sighed, ignoring the snickers coming from behind him.

Iwa washed his face in cold water, lifting the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the water. He took a deep breath and started walking back into them gym, only to bump into a figure running into him.

“Careful,” he said holding them by their shoulders as a reflex.

You squeaked at the sudden contact, “Iw-Iwaizumi senpai!”

Oh god, oh no no, Iwaizumi quickly removed his hands and bit his lips in embarrassment.

“H-hey Y/N, Wh-what are you doing here?” he stuttered, mentally slapping himself.

“I-I was going to library,” you answered, “how is the practice going?”

“Its going, good uhm great, yeah,” he answered hating the awkwardness.

“That’s great,” you squeaked out.

“Uhh how is the cat?” he questioned.

“Oh, Haji?” Yep, the cat you named after him, “she is doing pretty well, her fever is down and she is really active, you should come visit her soon.”

“Yeah I will,” he rubbed the nape of his neck in embarrasment, “uhh Y/N are you free this Saturday, y’know maybe we can play with...Haji and then go to this really nice cafe I know?”

“Yeah, Saturday sounds good,” you said trying to ignore the flush on your face.

“Alright,” he smiled, “Saturday it is.”

“WOOHOO CONGRATULATIONS!!!” Kunimi exclaimed, earning a slap from Oikawa. Oikawa looked straight at Iwaizumi and whipped out a thumbs up of approval while muttering a few words as if he hadn’t been caught spying with his minion.

Yeah...he wasn’t going to hear the end of it.

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